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Met up with a group of lovely flickr peeps the other evening to honor our dear friend razorbern who is now living in Brooklyn. I was without my camera but there was no shortage of cameras present to record the evening, including david teter's Nikon D3 which everyone was coveting and using. She really got passed around! Just in case you are in a lightless room, several miles underground, it has an iso setting of 25,600! That's just totally nuts.
The Mole Creek Karst National Park was declared in 1996 to provide protection for some of the finest and most visited cave systems in the State, including Marakoopa and King Solomons Cave. Both caves are open to the public, and provide the opportunity to take a deeper look into the fascinating world of 'karst' landscapes.
The Mole Creek area is renowned for its caves. Marakoopa and King Solomons Caves are but two caves in an area that contains over 300 known caves and sinkholes. Other typical karst features in this area include gorges and large underground streams and springs.
Both caves are home to a range of fascinating animals which have evolved features which allow them to adapt to their lightless environments. The glow-worm display in Marakoopa Cave is the largest you'll see in any public access cave anywhere in Australia. For the visitor, the Mole Creek Karst National Park offers a range of activities. Although guided tours of the caves will be high on your agenda, don't miss the opportunity to take a short walk through the beautiful forests in which these caves occur.
Dover, Kent.
The Military Hill caves, four man made caves set into a chalk ridge set back from the road.
Plenty of graffiti adorns the walls inside, with some examples dating to 1826. Whilst their true purpose is unknown, it is likely that they were excavated to provide lime for mortar for the construction of the Western Heights defences.
The cave entrances have long been sealed with large chalk blocks, graffiti dated 1907 gives an indication of the earliest date this might have happened.
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Remembering Alzal Guru on the first year of his martyrdom .
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Join Protest Meeting by CRPP .
Join MASHAAl JULOOS .
Manvrs, Resistance and Kashmir's Road to Freedom,.
TONIGHT 9pm .
Tomorrow lpm Indian Law lnsititute.
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from Ganga Dhaba .
(Bus will leave Ganga at 11 am) .
On the early morning of 9th February last year, right before the morning prayers, the entire valley of Kashmir was put under strict curfew. It was yet another pre-emptive silencing of the massive outrage that the Indian state apprehended. Because thousands of miles away from the valley, in the gallows of Tihar jail, the 'collective conscience of lhe nation' was .
Do not .stand at m_y grave and weep, secretly being 'sa~isfied'. Afzal Guru was clandestinely being murdered. .
I am not there; Jdo not sleep.Flouting all legal provision_s, without even informing his family or his .
Ia m a thousand winds that blow,.
wife who had petitioned for his clemency, the murderers had put him on .
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the barbaric death rope and hurriedly buried his body. Thus in the .
lightless gallows of Tihar, the well nurtured myth of 'World's l~rgest .
Iam the sunlight on ripened grain1 Democracy' once more bared its fascist fangs. .
Iam the gentle autumn rain. Like his death, Afzal's life was fraught with distress, trauma and torture .
When _you awaken in the morning's hush.
inflicted by the Indian state. Afzal, a surrendered militant was coerced Iam the swift uplifting rush.
and tortured repeatedly by the Indian army and the Special Operation .
Group to become their informer. On his refusal to become an informer, .
Of'luiet birds in c.irded Right. he was regularly harassed, assigned tasks by the army, tortured .
Iam the soft stars that shine at night..
whenever he refused to and was finally implicated in the parliament Do not stand at m_y grave and cr·~,.
Attack case along with SAR Geelani, Showkat Guru and Afsan Guru. After .
his arrest, he was subjected to the most brutal form of torture. The .
Iam not there; Idid not die. officers of the special cell of the Delhi Police hung him upside down .
-Mar:y Fr:ye.
naked, he was kept in freezing water in December, petrol was poured.
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into his anus, electric shocks were given on his private parts and the officers of the Special Cell even urinated into his mouth and sexually assaulted him. In a violation of all forms of law and journalistic ethics, the 'confessions' forcefully extracted 'from him in police custody were uncritically reproduced by the bloodthirsty and jingoistic corporate media which ran a vitriolic campaign against Afzal, Geelani, Showkat and Afsan. When Afzal later recounted his ordeal and the circumstances in which the 'confessions' were extracted or his statements about the role of the SOG and STF in the parliament attack, the media remained cruelly oblivious to it. This morbid media trial declared him guilty and therefore liable to be murdered, even before his formal trial began! .
In the mockery of judicial trial that fo llowed, Afzal was denied. even a lawyer! The government lawyer provided to him by the court did not meet him in person even ohce. But even then the judiciary could not furnish any evidence against him. The Court was forced to rejct the 'confessions' in police custody owing to their glaring loopholes, acquitted Geelani and Afsan and commuted Showkat's death sentence to ten years of prison. However, in an atrocious judgment on Afzal, the Supreme Court stated 'As is the case with most of the conspiracies, there is and could be no direct evidence ofthe agreement amounting to crin1inal conspiracy ...The incident, which resulted in heavy casualties, had shaken the entire nation and the collective conscience of the society will only be satisfied 1[ capital punishment is awarded to the offender'. Therefore, the jingoist 'collective conscience' overruled law and.
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justice and vindicated the murderous zeal of the expansionist Indian st,?te. .
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After twelve years of imprisonment, Afzal was secretly hanged last year and the coward Indian state refused to even hand over his body to his family. lie lies next to Maqbool Butt, another Kashmiri freedom fighter who was hanged and buried in Tihar in 1984. While the Indian state has turned Kashmir into the most militarized zone of the world, deploying 8 lakh paramilitary force who can kill, rape, torture, harass, illegally detain people at their discretion; while 1 lakh people have 'disappeared' in Kashmir only to resurface in various unnamed mass graves; .
while thousands of women are being routinely raped by the security forces; the valiant struggle of the people of Kashmir against the forceful occup~ttion of their nation refuses to die down. All the coercion and fraudulence notwithswnding, Kashmir will lll'VL)r forget its martyrs. The people keep them alive in their slogans, fond.
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memories and most impot tantly 111 their rel<.ntless struggle for Azoucli. E\"~ery progressive and democratic forces .
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of the Indian sub-continent tod;t\' must o.,t<lnd by this glorious struggle of the people of K.1shmir. .
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Foto que he hecho en casa, uf esto de hacer fotos sin luz no me gusta, de todas las que hice me quedo únicamente con esta.
Adoro a mi Anne es una nena muy especial para mi.
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Photo I've done at home, taking pictures uf this lightless not like, of all that did I stay only with this.
I love my baby Anne is a very special to me.
Lights, action, camera; Cal Vs. USC under the lights after 121 years of day games.
Cal was the last remaining lightless PAC 12 teams, and one of the last in the country to lighten up.
Suddenly, we have a surfeit of spare time.
Due to the change in plans, for the next three days we only have one safari per day, and today that was in the afternoon.
So, a morning free.
So, a lay in?
Not quite.
It was suggested to do some birding at just after dawn, so meet at reception at nine for a short walk to the river.
Only my back said otherwise, so I bailed and sat on the veranda watching the birds come and go, and the camp wake up.
Toast for breakfast, and a piss poor cup of coffee, but its all we need, as next item is a trip to the nearest town for some shopping.
The nearby town is fairly large, has a great many shops and businesses, a bus station with the main road running through it.
I said on Blue Sky earlier that it was hot, dusty, busy, colourful, and friendly.
All true.
The bus came for us at eleven, and dropped us on the main street, where it was already approaching forty degrees. Apparently folks come up here to escape the heat of the plain.
I don't know about that, but it was hot enough for us.
John had to get some painkillers, Jools wanted some material from quilt-making back home. And Ian wanted saffron.
We had parked outside a pharmacy, so John got his pills. We walked on but the mix of shops, smells and colour made it hard sometimes to know what some shops sold.
We couldn't have done it without our fixer/guide, Mahindra, who acted as translator.
On one corner of the street, on the kerb, a guy was fixing and cleaning shoes, using his feet to hold them in place, while on the other corner, a man of similar age was repairing a cheap suitcase.
No doubt it looked new when he'd done.
With Jools buying material, Mahindra and I went on the search for saffron. The most expensive substance on earth, pound for pound.
Just one shop sold it in the town, as Indians don't eat much of it. I got four packets, which will last.
Even here in India, its very expensive.
We walked back to the material shop, then to the main road, where the bus was called for, and in the midday heat, we stood and waited until our mini-bus appeared.
We climbed on, turned the air con to max, and we were driven back to the hotel, where it was nearly time for lunch.
Lunch was the same. Tasty, but still curry.
And at half two, we assembled for the 18th safari of the trip.
Corbett NP is much larger than the three previous ones we visited, so meetings with tigers are much rarer. And the gate we had to use this first time, was a 35 minute drive from the hotel, through the backstreets of the town, and into the countryside.
Into the park, and right away we see a herd of 5 elephants heading to a watering hole, and witness their joy as they plunge in drinking and splashing.
Driving on we came across a group of monkeys, one female had a new morn in her arms, that screamed for her to hold tighter.
We took shots.
We saw a new species of Bee-eater, and that was about it.
Come five there was rumours of two tigers on the move, but with several watering holes they could have chosen, we and the other jeeps drove in circles for an hour with no sightings reported.
We then had an hour's drive back to the hotel, across the park, then along the country road and into the town, before a final twenty minutes on the main road to the resort.
In the gloaming it was almost beautiful, but as the sun set and dusk settled, traffic got heavier as we neared the town, the chorus of horns, and most vehicles had no lights on.
It was chaos.
Madness.
Into the town, and along narrow streets with scooters overtaking us, and more coming the other way, horns blaring and lightless.
And then the joy of the main road at night. Let's just say we were glad to get out safe and sound just after seven, still alive.
More curry for dinner at eight. We have now drunk the resort out of Coke and are now on Sprite.
My fingers trace shadow on stone - shape the form of her body.
Wander through valleys - seeking the thread, her life.
It is a stream, flowing over her skin in eddy's and pools
I follow it's contours. The light glistening off it's surface
shapes my passage and momentum, the motion of my body
through her space, along pathway through canyon to cavern.
I lay beside the opening, stone reforming my skin,
sun radiating through me - breeze, a cool evanescence
her breath carrying life into my lungs.
It causing me to rise, to ascend, to enter into the hollow.
Muscles taut and strain against walls, carry
lift and balance - feet above hands - above chasm
- through darkness - above sound - above water
until - release - descent. And I find myself
bathing naked and lightless in her pools.
Scott explains to us the mystery of the creation of the universe:
Brahma, Visnu, Siva
by Rabindranath Tagore
translated by William Radice
In a worldless timeless lightless great emptiness
Four-faced Brahma broods.
Of a sudden a sea of joy surges through his heart—
The ur-god opens his eyes.
Speech from four mouths
Speeds to each quarter.
Through infinite dark,
Through limitless sky,
Like a growing sea-storm,
Like hope never sated,
His Word starts to move.
Stirred by joy, his breathing quickens,
His eight eyes quiver with flame.
His fire-matted hair sweeps the horizon,
Bright as a million suns.
From the towering source of the world,
In a thousand streams
Cascades the primeval blazing fountain,
Fragmenting silence,
Splitting its stone heart.
In a universe rampant
With new life exhalant,
With new life exultant,
In a borderless sky
Visnu spreads wide
His four-handed blessing.
He raises his conch
And all things quake
At its booming sound.
The frenzy dies down,
The furnace expires,
The planets douse
Their flames with tears.
The world’s Divine Poet
Constructs its history,
From wild cosmic song
Its epic is formed.
Stars in their orbits,
Moon sun and planets –
He binds with his mace
All things to Law,
Imposes the discipline
Of metre and rhyme.
In the Manasa depths
Visnu watches –
Beauties arise
From the light of lotuses. Laksmi strews smiles –
Clouds show a rainbow,
Gardens show flowers.
The roar of Creation
Resolves in music.
Softness hides rigour,
Forms cover power.
Age after age after age is slave to a mighty rhythm –
At last the world-frame
Tires in its body,
Sleep in its eyes
Slackens its structure,
Diffuses its energy.
From the heart of all matter
Comes the anguished cry –
‘Wake, wake, great Siva,
Our body grows weary
Of its law-fixed path,
Give us new form.
Sing our destruction
That we gain new life.’
The great god awakes,
This three eyes open,
He surveys all horizons.
He lifts his bow, his fell pinaka,
He pounds the world with his tread.
From first things to last it trembles and shakes
And shudders.
The bonds of nature are ripped.
The sky is rocked by the roar
Of a wave of ecstatic release.
An inferno soars –
The pyre of the universe.
Shattered sun and moon, smashed stars and planets
Rain down from all angles,
A blackness of particles
To be swallowed by flame,
Absorbed in an instant.
At the start of Creation
There was dark without origin,
At the breaking of Creation,
There is fire without end.
In an all-pervading sky-engulfing sea of burning
Siva shuts his three eyes.
He begins his great trance.
The Mole Creek Karst National Park was declared in 1996 to provide protection for some of the finest and most visited cave systems in the State, including Marakoopa and King Solomons Cave. Both caves are open to the public, and provide the opportunity to take a deeper look into the fascinating world of 'karst' landscapes.
The Mole Creek area is renowned for its caves. Marakoopa and King Solomons Caves are but two caves in an area that contains over 300 known caves and sinkholes. Other typical karst features in this area include gorges and large underground streams and springs.
Both caves are home to a range of fascinating animals which have evolved features which allow them to adapt to their lightless environments. The glow-worm display in Marakoopa Cave is the largest you'll see in any public access cave anywhere in Australia. For the visitor, the Mole Creek Karst National Park offers a range of activities. Although guided tours of the caves will be high on your agenda, don't miss the opportunity to take a short walk through the beautiful forests in which these caves occur.
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The Mole Creek Karst National Park was declared in 1996 to provide protection for some of the finest and most visited cave systems in the State, including Marakoopa and King Solomons Cave. Both caves are open to the public, and provide the opportunity to take a deeper look into the fascinating world of 'karst' landscapes.
The Mole Creek area is renowned for its caves. Marakoopa and King Solomons Caves are but two caves in an area that contains over 300 known caves and sinkholes. Other typical karst features in this area include gorges and large underground streams and springs.
Both caves are home to a range of fascinating animals which have evolved features which allow them to adapt to their lightless environments. The glow-worm display in Marakoopa Cave is the largest you'll see in any public access cave anywhere in Australia. For the visitor, the Mole Creek Karst National Park offers a range of activities. Although guided tours of the caves will be high on your agenda, don't miss the opportunity to take a short walk through the beautiful forests in which these caves occur.
Just always be our SPECIAL guy!
Only you can SHOCK us with your talents,
Kill us softly with your BEAUTIFUL smile,
Enter our FICTION and turn it into THE FACT,
Rock our world whenever it seems LIGHTLESS,
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It is just exactly that lightless along some sections of the tour of the haunted dungeons.
Photograph taken at the very scary, ever-thrilling-chilling and fright-fan fulfilling
Fort Howard Haunted Dungeons, in Ft. Howard, Maryland.
If you dare to go there, get y'ur info at:
haunteddungeons.com/forthoward.htm
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email: ursusdave at yahoo dot com
David R. Crews' Ramblings + Photos
vivica me enseño
Que la vida es una coleccion de recuerdos
Que la depresion de 2 se cura con locura de 2
Que todos necesitamos un loco a nuestro lado
Que los que menos sufren son los que menos dan
Son los que menos sienten y los que menos viven
Insane vivica, you heal my soul
What do I do when the darkness its on?
This shiny gloom it's armless but i like it,
If you light my spirit whit your sweet hug
So I beg you, can you cradle me?
Fuck'n turn on this lightless
Paint my missery into a happy darkshine
Hug me whit the ropes and tie my spirit
Vivica me enseño
Que tanto pensar te hace perder tu escencia
Que la depresion no es mala si estas comodo
Que los abrazos no cuestan nada y no se le niegan a nadie
Que un alma puede dejar de llorar si se le ayuda
Con tan solo un abrazo, un beso y un te quiero
Insane vivica, you heal my soul
What do I do when the darkness its on?
This shiny gloom it's armless but i like it,
If you light my spirit whit your sweet hug
So I beg you, can you cradle me?
Fuck'n turn on this lightless
Paint my missery into a happy darkshine
Hug me whit the ropes and tie my spirit
ALLIES, FUCK OFF, BULLSHIT, I HATE YOU
SWALLOW, ENJOY IT, PUBIC HAIR, I LOVE YOU!!!!
Nota mental: [en sentido figurado]
VIVICA ME ENSEÑO
Que perdonar es divino y cabe la posibilidad
de que esa persona se convierta en tu mejor aliado
Que la sensacion de angustia es pensar que a nadie le importas
Y que esa persona que extrañas... nunca mas te abrazara
时间轴的左侧 | Left Side of Time Axis
装置 / 2009年
Installation / 2009
《时间轴的左侧》（2009）是一件空间装置。在展厅中凭空搭建起一座长方形的白屋，两端各有一道门，但形式却很不对称。作为入口的是与白屋一色的普通公寓式样的门，观众入门后须转向左或右，经一道走廊绕行进入真正的室内空间，一个黑屋，无光，无它物。在作品预设的时间里，观众将被隔离在这黑暗空间中。作者希望在这个“空无一物”、“不可见”的空间里，观者能暂时脱离习惯用视觉去感知世界的方式，转而去面对身体对周遭不信任而产生的想像及其真实性，当视知觉被消解成一个无焦点的模糊状态时，一种“不可见”包裹全身，观众（这个称谓现在已显得十分不恰当了）可能强烈地意识到自己与空间中有形的在场，以及与其他的在场者之间的相互关联。在短暂的不安之后，行为的主动性恢复，机体很快尝试建立新的探知和行为线索……几分钟后，定时装置启动，一道光线慢慢从正对入口的方向闯进这个空间，将观众重新带回到熟悉、可信的世界。迈出黑室，回头再看出口，才发现原来是一个衣柜…… 以一个我们所熟知的神话传说中的桥段来“包装”这次“黑室经历”，看似十分蹩脚地在创造“幻觉”，其实艺术家是在暗示：现实世界是与我们的感知觉、经验以及常识相对应的，它的真实性与唯一性似乎仍然是可疑的。
Life Side of Time Axis(2009) is a piece of spatial installation work. There is a rectangle white room set up out of the void with a door at both ends while the from is not symmetry.The entrance is the normal apartment door with white colour like the room`s,a audience has to turn left or right after entering ,go through a roundabout passage, then step into a real interior space which is a black void, lightless, with noting else. During the preset period, the audience would be isolated in the dark space. As the visual perception is cleared up into a afocal blur, the “invisible” is wrapping all over the body, the “audience”, which is not a appropriate name any more, who acutely realize present of themselves and the correlation with the other attendees. After a temporarily uneasiness,the initiatives of behaviour comes back, the organisms begin to try to set up new exploration and behaviour clues rapidly...Several minutes later,timing installation starts up, a light beam pierced the darkness form the entrance. Audiences go back to the familiar and believable world again. It is finally found that it is a closet if you step out of the dark room and look back...to “make up” the “experience in the dark room” with using a chapter of our familiar myth, which seems clumsy that we are creating “Illusion”, in fact, the artist suggests that real world correspond to our perception, experience and general knowledge, whose reality and uniqueness remains doubtable.
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La Rocca di San Leo, famosa anche per essere stata l'ultima dimora "forzata" del conte di Cagliostro.
Between warm and cold, light and darkness, "heart and mind".
Một ấm áp - một lạnh lẽo, một chói sáng - một u tối,.. một bên là con tim, một bên là lý trí, ai cũng biết bên nào là bên nào, và "cán cân" có đang cân bằng?
Hôm đó tôi có đi lang thang một chút, cũng tầm 9 giờ rưỡi rồi, và tôi chưa muốn về nhà cho lắm, nên tôi ra công viên ngồi một lúc, cho đỡ chán, tình cờ tôi chụp tấm hình này thôi.
Dover, Kent.
The Military Hill caves, four man made caves set into a chalk ridge set back from the road.
Plenty of graffiti adorns the walls inside, with some examples dating to 1826. Whilst their true purpose is unknown, it is likely that they were excavated to provide lime for mortar for the construction of the Western Heights defences.
The cave entrances have long been sealed with large chalk blocks, graffiti dated 1907 gives an indication of the earliest date this might have happened.
we have the same yearning
joyous, joyous, joyous moment..
but, the ground covered with dry grass
the coarse sand bites me
why the moon up so bright
alone in the dim vacant sky
dress my heart in your sweetness
just a little acheless night
i hope someday i will smile
dancing around my lightless day
but, i brokedown
i am so sorry forgive me
if my silent scream too loud
i dont mean to
go back to sleep little baby
hush, hush, hush
sleep tight honey
as dark as it grows
the epitome of love
senseless direction of a clouded mind
the breeze pass by unnotice
each night is my clothes
i could spill and scattered it onto this field
every forthnight i sit waiting
gazing at you from a distant
a few nude letters
and lot more of atrocious writing
nonsense senseless pieces
its good if you could understand
if not all
at least the summary
is your verdict
help me rephrase
im begging i never understood
what the fuck im writing
im overwhelm with presence
that shadows mine
but that arousement disappear
once im into my own world
:: "The rose shadows said that they loved the sun, but that they also loved the dark, where their roots grew through the lightless mystery of the earth.
The roses said: You do not have to choose."
The Mole Creek Karst National Park was declared in 1996 to provide protection for some of the finest and most visited cave systems in the State, including Marakoopa and King Solomons Cave. Both caves are open to the public, and provide the opportunity to take a deeper look into the fascinating world of 'karst' landscapes.
The Mole Creek area is renowned for its caves. Marakoopa and King Solomons Caves are but two caves in an area that contains over 300 known caves and sinkholes. Other typical karst features in this area include gorges and large underground streams and springs.
Both caves are home to a range of fascinating animals which have evolved features which allow them to adapt to their lightless environments. The glow-worm display in Marakoopa Cave is the largest you'll see in any public access cave anywhere in Australia. For the visitor, the Mole Creek Karst National Park offers a range of activities. Although guided tours of the caves will be high on your agenda, don't miss the opportunity to take a short walk through the beautiful forests in which these caves occur.
Kids learning to type on typewriters, in the gloom of a lightless room with only the windows to see by. I failed to capture the amazingness of this scene, completely. I asked the teacher's permission to take this shot.
Cave Weta belong to the Rhaphidophoridae family
The orthopteran family Rhaphidophoridae includes the cave wetas, cave crickets, camel crickets and sand treaders,and Jumpers of the suborder Ensifera, most are found in association with caves, animal burrows, cellars, under stones, in wood or in similar environments. Those occurring in New Zealand, Australia, and Tasmania are typically referred to as wetas.The 60 species of cave weta have extra-long antennae, and may have long, slender legs, a passive demeanour. Although they have no hearing organs on their front legs some are very sensitive to ground vibrations sensed through pads on their feet. Specialised hairs on the cerci and organs on the antennae are also sensitive to low frequency vibrations in the air. Cave weta may be active within the confines of their caves during the daytime, and those individuals close to cave entrances venture outside at night.
Cave weta have very large hind legs with "drumstick-shaped" femora and long, slender antennae. They are brownish in color and rather humpbacked in appearance, always wingless, and up to two inches/5 cm long in body and 10 cm (4 inches) for the legs. On young crickets the body may appear translucent.
Their distinctive limbs and antennae serve a double purpose. Typically living in a lightless environment, or active at night, they rely heavily on their sense of touch, which is limited by reach. While they have been known to take up residence in the basements of buildings, many cave crickets live out their entire lives deep inside actual caves. In those habitats they sometimes face long spans of time with insufficient access to nutrients. To avoid starvation, they have been known to devour their own extremities, even though they cannot regenerate limbs. Given their limited vision, cave crickets will often jump towards any perceived threat in an attempt to frighten it away. Their large hind legs allow them to jump high and far.
As the name implies, cave crickets are commonly found in caves. However, most species live in other cool, damp situations such as in wells, rotten logs, stumps and hollow trees, and under damp leaves, stones, boards, and logs.
"Feeling at peace, however fragilely, made it easy to slip into the visionary end of the dark-sight. The rose shadows said that they loved the sun, but that they also loved the dark, where their roots grew through the lightless mystery of the earth." (Robin McKinley)
There was a run in the sky like a snag in stockings, the clouds blotted, poured out from their monogrammed inkwells. You told me you ached to put your mouth around the conch shell of the world and blow, to drown lightless oceans of magma in your roar.
Suddenly, we have a surfeit of spare time.
Due to the change in plans, for the next three days we only have one safari per day, and today that was in the afternoon.
So, a morning free.
So, a lay in?
Not quite.
It was suggested to do some birding at just after dawn, so meet at reception at nine for a short walk to the river.
Only my back said otherwise, so I bailed and sat on the veranda watching the birds come and go, and the camp wake up.
Toast for breakfast, and a piss poor cup of coffee, but its all we need, as next item is a trip to the nearest town for some shopping.
The nearby town is fairly large, has a great many shops and businesses, a bus station with the main road running through it.
I said on Blue Sky earlier that it was hot, dusty, busy, colourful, and friendly.
All true.
The bus came for us at eleven, and dropped us on the main street, where it was already approaching forty degrees. Apparently folks come up here to escape the heat of the plain.
I don't know about that, but it was hot enough for us.
John had to get some painkillers, Jools wanted some material from quilt-making back home. And Ian wanted saffron.
We had parked outside a pharmacy, so John got his pills. We walked on but the mix of shops, smells and colour made it hard sometimes to know what some shops sold.
We couldn't have done it without our fixer/guide, Mahindra, who acted as translator.
On one corner of the street, on the kerb, a guy was fixing and cleaning shoes, using his feet to hold them in place, while on the other corner, a man of similar age was repairing a cheap suitcase.
No doubt it looked new when he'd done.
With Jools buying material, Mahindra and I went on the search for saffron. The most expensive substance on earth, pound for pound.
Just one shop sold it in the town, as Indians don't eat much of it. I got four packets, which will last.
Even here in India, its very expensive.
We walked back to the material shop, then to the main road, where the bus was called for, and in the midday heat, we stood and waited until our mini-bus appeared.
We climbed on, turned the air con to max, and we were driven back to the hotel, where it was nearly time for lunch.
Lunch was the same. Tasty, but still curry.
And at half two, we assembled for the 18th safari of the trip.
Corbett NP is much larger than the three previous ones we visited, so meetings with tigers are much rarer. And the gate we had to use this first time, was a 35 minute drive from the hotel, through the backstreets of the town, and into the countryside.
Into the park, and right away we see a herd of 5 elephants heading to a watering hole, and witness their joy as they plunge in drinking and splashing.
Driving on we came across a group of monkeys, one female had a new morn in her arms, that screamed for her to hold tighter.
We took shots.
We saw a new species of Bee-eater, and that was about it.
Come five there was rumours of two tigers on the move, but with several watering holes they could have chosen, we and the other jeeps drove in circles for an hour with no sightings reported.
We then had an hour's drive back to the hotel, across the park, then along the country road and into the town, before a final twenty minutes on the main road to the resort.
In the gloaming it was almost beautiful, but as the sun set and dusk settled, traffic got heavier as we neared the town, the chorus of horns, and most vehicles had no lights on.
It was chaos.
Madness.
Into the town, and along narrow streets with scooters overtaking us, and more coming the other way, horns blaring and lightless.
And then the joy of the main road at night. Let's just say we were glad to get out safe and sound just after seven, still alive.
More curry for dinner at eight. We have now drunk the resort out of Coke and are now on Sprite.
Aperture: f/5.6
Shutter Speed: 1/8
ISO: 1600
No Flash
Auto Focus
Focal Length: 55.0 mm
Raw to JPEG edited with GIMP
Edits: Contrast and Brightness, Cropping
For the black and white photo submission I wanted to try some experimenting. I wanted to see what lighting effects would come from taking a picture of an illuminated object in a dark environment. Being close to Halloween I thought a carved pumpkin would be a perfect subject. I also felt the internal light source would provide interesting contrast on the outside of the pumpkin. I wanted to create the image of the owl perched on a branch in front of a full moon.
After taking my original photos I felt like I didn't get the contrast I wanted, which would have probably required a completely lightless environment, and I had street lights and house lights from neighbors to contend with. I used photo editing software to tweak the brightness and contrast until I was able achieve the "full moon on a pitch black night" illusion I was trying for. With the contrast and brightness changes I was able to eliminate all of the uncarved portion of the pumpkin to create this super spooky picture!
Ad Reinhardt , Abstract Painting
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In the last ten years of his life, Reinhardt focused solely on square, black paintings. In his unpublished writings, the artist indicates that these pictures relate aesthetically to monotonal Chinese paintings rather than Western painting's concepts of light and dark. These canvases are intentionally enigmatic, painted to resist interpretation and to represent the beginning of a new way of seeing and thinking about art. In 1961, Reinhardt described them thus:
A square (neutral, shapeless) canvas, five feet wide, five feet high, as high as a man, as wide as a man's outstretched arms (not large, not small, sizeless), trisected (no composition), one horizontal form negating one vertical form (formless, no top, no bottom, directionless), three (more or less) dark (lightless) no–contrasting (colorless) colors, brushwork brushed out to remove brushwork, a matte, flat, free–hand, painted surface (glossless, textureless, non–linear, no hard-edge, no soft edge) which does not reflect its surroundings—a pure, abstract, non–objective, timeless, spaceless, changeless, relationless, disinterested painting—an object that is self–conscious (no unconsciousness) ideal, transcendent, aware of no thing but art (absolutely no anti–art).
Suddenly, we have a surfeit of spare time.
Due to the change in plans, for the next three days we only have one safari per day, and today that was in the afternoon.
So, a morning free.
So, a lay in?
Not quite.
It was suggested to do some birding at just after dawn, so meet at reception at nine for a short walk to the river.
Only my back said otherwise, so I bailed and sat on the veranda watching the birds come and go, and the camp wake up.
Toast for breakfast, and a piss poor cup of coffee, but its all we need, as next item is a trip to the nearest town for some shopping.
The nearby town is fairly large, has a great many shops and businesses, a bus station with the main road running through it.
I said on Blue Sky earlier that it was hot, dusty, busy, colourful, and friendly.
All true.
The bus came for us at eleven, and dropped us on the main street, where it was already approaching forty degrees. Apparently folks come up here to escape the heat of the plain.
I don't know about that, but it was hot enough for us.
John had to get some painkillers, Jools wanted some material from quilt-making back home. And Ian wanted saffron.
We had parked outside a pharmacy, so John got his pills. We walked on but the mix of shops, smells and colour made it hard sometimes to know what some shops sold.
We couldn't have done it without our fixer/guide, Mahindra, who acted as translator.
On one corner of the street, on the kerb, a guy was fixing and cleaning shoes, using his feet to hold them in place, while on the other corner, a man of similar age was repairing a cheap suitcase.
No doubt it looked new when he'd done.
With Jools buying material, Mahindra and I went on the search for saffron. The most expensive substance on earth, pound for pound.
Just one shop sold it in the town, as Indians don't eat much of it. I got four packets, which will last.
Even here in India, its very expensive.
We walked back to the material shop, then to the main road, where the bus was called for, and in the midday heat, we stood and waited until our mini-bus appeared.
We climbed on, turned the air con to max, and we were driven back to the hotel, where it was nearly time for lunch.
Lunch was the same. Tasty, but still curry.
And at half two, we assembled for the 18th safari of the trip.
Corbett NP is much larger than the three previous ones we visited, so meetings with tigers are much rarer. And the gate we had to use this first time, was a 35 minute drive from the hotel, through the backstreets of the town, and into the countryside.
Into the park, and right away we see a herd of 5 elephants heading to a watering hole, and witness their joy as they plunge in drinking and splashing.
Driving on we came across a group of monkeys, one female had a new morn in her arms, that screamed for her to hold tighter.
We took shots.
We saw a new species of Bee-eater, and that was about it.
Come five there was rumours of two tigers on the move, but with several watering holes they could have chosen, we and the other jeeps drove in circles for an hour with no sightings reported.
We then had an hour's drive back to the hotel, across the park, then along the country road and into the town, before a final twenty minutes on the main road to the resort.
In the gloaming it was almost beautiful, but as the sun set and dusk settled, traffic got heavier as we neared the town, the chorus of horns, and most vehicles had no lights on.
It was chaos.
Madness.
Into the town, and along narrow streets with scooters overtaking us, and more coming the other way, horns blaring and lightless.
And then the joy of the main road at night. Let's just say we were glad to get out safe and sound just after seven, still alive.
More curry for dinner at eight. We have now drunk the resort out of Coke and are now on Sprite.
Suddenly, we have a surfeit of spare time.
Due to the change in plans, for the next three days we only have one safari per day, and today that was in the afternoon.
So, a morning free.
So, a lay in?
Not quite.
It was suggested to do some birding at just after dawn, so meet at reception at nine for a short walk to the river.
Only my back said otherwise, so I bailed and sat on the veranda watching the birds come and go, and the camp wake up.
Toast for breakfast, and a piss poor cup of coffee, but its all we need, as next item is a trip to the nearest town for some shopping.
The nearby town is fairly large, has a great many shops and businesses, a bus station with the main road running through it.
I said on Blue Sky earlier that it was hot, dusty, busy, colourful, and friendly.
All true.
The bus came for us at eleven, and dropped us on the main street, where it was already approaching forty degrees. Apparently folks come up here to escape the heat of the plain.
I don't know about that, but it was hot enough for us.
John had to get some painkillers, Jools wanted some material from quilt-making back home. And Ian wanted saffron.
We had parked outside a pharmacy, so John got his pills. We walked on but the mix of shops, smells and colour made it hard sometimes to know what some shops sold.
We couldn't have done it without our fixer/guide, Mahindra, who acted as translator.
On one corner of the street, on the kerb, a guy was fixing and cleaning shoes, using his feet to hold them in place, while on the other corner, a man of similar age was repairing a cheap suitcase.
No doubt it looked new when he'd done.
With Jools buying material, Mahindra and I went on the search for saffron. The most expensive substance on earth, pound for pound.
Just one shop sold it in the town, as Indians don't eat much of it. I got four packets, which will last.
Even here in India, its very expensive.
We walked back to the material shop, then to the main road, where the bus was called for, and in the midday heat, we stood and waited until our mini-bus appeared.
We climbed on, turned the air con to max, and we were driven back to the hotel, where it was nearly time for lunch.
Lunch was the same. Tasty, but still curry.
And at half two, we assembled for the 18th safari of the trip.
Corbett NP is much larger than the three previous ones we visited, so meetings with tigers are much rarer. And the gate we had to use this first time, was a 35 minute drive from the hotel, through the backstreets of the town, and into the countryside.
Into the park, and right away we see a herd of 5 elephants heading to a watering hole, and witness their joy as they plunge in drinking and splashing.
Driving on we came across a group of monkeys, one female had a new morn in her arms, that screamed for her to hold tighter.
We took shots.
We saw a new species of Bee-eater, and that was about it.
Come five there was rumours of two tigers on the move, but with several watering holes they could have chosen, we and the other jeeps drove in circles for an hour with no sightings reported.
We then had an hour's drive back to the hotel, across the park, then along the country road and into the town, before a final twenty minutes on the main road to the resort.
In the gloaming it was almost beautiful, but as the sun set and dusk settled, traffic got heavier as we neared the town, the chorus of horns, and most vehicles had no lights on.
It was chaos.
Madness.
Into the town, and along narrow streets with scooters overtaking us, and more coming the other way, horns blaring and lightless.
And then the joy of the main road at night. Let's just say we were glad to get out safe and sound just after seven, still alive.
More curry for dinner at eight. We have now drunk the resort out of Coke and are now on Sprite.
Suddenly, we have a surfeit of spare time.
Due to the change in plans, for the next three days we only have one safari per day, and today that was in the afternoon.
So, a morning free.
So, a lay in?
Not quite.
It was suggested to do some birding at just after dawn, so meet at reception at nine for a short walk to the river.
Only my back said otherwise, so I bailed and sat on the veranda watching the birds come and go, and the camp wake up.
Toast for breakfast, and a piss poor cup of coffee, but its all we need, as next item is a trip to the nearest town for some shopping.
The nearby town is fairly large, has a great many shops and businesses, a bus station with the main road running through it.
I said on Blue Sky earlier that it was hot, dusty, busy, colourful, and friendly.
All true.
The bus came for us at eleven, and dropped us on the main street, where it was already approaching forty degrees. Apparently folks come up here to escape the heat of the plain.
I don't know about that, but it was hot enough for us.
John had to get some painkillers, Jools wanted some material from quilt-making back home. And Ian wanted saffron.
We had parked outside a pharmacy, so John got his pills. We walked on but the mix of shops, smells and colour made it hard sometimes to know what some shops sold.
We couldn't have done it without our fixer/guide, Mahindra, who acted as translator.
On one corner of the street, on the kerb, a guy was fixing and cleaning shoes, using his feet to hold them in place, while on the other corner, a man of similar age was repairing a cheap suitcase.
No doubt it looked new when he'd done.
With Jools buying material, Mahindra and I went on the search for saffron. The most expensive substance on earth, pound for pound.
Just one shop sold it in the town, as Indians don't eat much of it. I got four packets, which will last.
Even here in India, its very expensive.
We walked back to the material shop, then to the main road, where the bus was called for, and in the midday heat, we stood and waited until our mini-bus appeared.
We climbed on, turned the air con to max, and we were driven back to the hotel, where it was nearly time for lunch.
Lunch was the same. Tasty, but still curry.
And at half two, we assembled for the 18th safari of the trip.
Corbett NP is much larger than the three previous ones we visited, so meetings with tigers are much rarer. And the gate we had to use this first time, was a 35 minute drive from the hotel, through the backstreets of the town, and into the countryside.
Into the park, and right away we see a herd of 5 elephants heading to a watering hole, and witness their joy as they plunge in drinking and splashing.
Driving on we came across a group of monkeys, one female had a new morn in her arms, that screamed for her to hold tighter.
We took shots.
We saw a new species of Bee-eater, and that was about it.
Come five there was rumours of two tigers on the move, but with several watering holes they could have chosen, we and the other jeeps drove in circles for an hour with no sightings reported.
We then had an hour's drive back to the hotel, across the park, then along the country road and into the town, before a final twenty minutes on the main road to the resort.
In the gloaming it was almost beautiful, but as the sun set and dusk settled, traffic got heavier as we neared the town, the chorus of horns, and most vehicles had no lights on.
It was chaos.
Madness.
Into the town, and along narrow streets with scooters overtaking us, and more coming the other way, horns blaring and lightless.
And then the joy of the main road at night. Let's just say we were glad to get out safe and sound just after seven, still alive.
More curry for dinner at eight. We have now drunk the resort out of Coke and are now on Sprite.
One of my favorite sculptures in the shop. A giant Light bulb. Simple yet effective. I like the copper and oxidized copper mix. All day I wanted to pull the chain but I didn't in fear that I might go blind.
Hull @ Coco 66, Brooklyn, NY, on Saturday, February 21, 2015.
Final Concert Setlist:
False Priest
Healer
Beyond the Lightless Sky
In Death, Truth
Swamp Goat
Architect
Earth from Water
Fire Vein
Transition
Immortal
Deliverance
Viking Funeral
1. one life, 2. rise and fall, 3. tangled in your presence, 4. all the way down to the bass!, 5. in silence of light, 6. sun set by the shore, 7. run like streams and droplets, 8. as embers rise,
9. in comfort of light, 10. keep on falling, 11. as it falls, 12. behind these mountains, 13. sun dies, but faith lives, 14. bend it, 15. till it pops, 16. Unwind,
17. the sky divide, 18. bass and amp, 19. look of hunger, 20. light it up, 21. greatest view, 22. left behind, 23. Salamat Bebang, 24. arise!,
25. the coast, 26. i pluck all night long, 27. mack photography, 28. in our midst, 29. high rise, 30. pasko na naman, 31. play along, 32. lovely faith,
33. inside: behind these eyes, 34. eyes and smile, 35. innocent eyes, 36. musikero, 37. walk alone in silence, 38. inside: when, 39. open and be dicovered, 40. sipra,
41. chillax, 42. poverty, 43. door steps, 44. light in the lightless, 45. targitars, 46. up high, 47. Listen, 48. solve it,
49. stand still, 50. lamps and vents, 51. the daylight dies, 52. my sight, 53. shaepol, 54. the mug and the cubes...(and the energy drink), 55. sound of art, 56. sarap,
57. mackphotograhy, 58. vermillion, 59. the edge, 60. 2nd Explore!!!, 61. beyond bars, 62. room, 63. life to lifeless, 64. captivating sight of your love,
65. the guits, 66. te maia, 67. fight fire with fire, 68. as it dies, 69. i stand alone, 70. zei, 71. tanghali, 72. Innocence's Eyes
well its not in explore....asteeeg lng xa...mga interesting pics ko lng toh! =]
Le Costa Rica, 4 mois de magie. Une nature débordante, des paysages saisissants et des randonnées presque addictives. C'est durant ce voyage que beaucoup de choses me sont passées par la tête. La nature qui est omniprésente m'a donné envie de me lancer officiellement dans la photographie animalière. Peu importe où l'on met les pieds, un animal sauvage rôde toujours dans les parages. On l'entend, on le ressent et on le voit parfois...
This visual study explores the interplay of light and form within a vast, lightless chamber, where a dichotomy of black surfaces and intense white beams create an immersive spatial experience
Suddenly, we have a surfeit of spare time.
Due to the change in plans, for the next three days we only have one safari per day, and today that was in the afternoon.
So, a morning free.
So, a lay in?
Not quite.
It was suggested to do some birding at just after dawn, so meet at reception at nine for a short walk to the river.
Only my back said otherwise, so I bailed and sat on the veranda watching the birds come and go, and the camp wake up.
Toast for breakfast, and a piss poor cup of coffee, but its all we need, as next item is a trip to the nearest town for some shopping.
The nearby town is fairly large, has a great many shops and businesses, a bus station with the main road running through it.
I said on Blue Sky earlier that it was hot, dusty, busy, colourful, and friendly.
All true.
The bus came for us at eleven, and dropped us on the main street, where it was already approaching forty degrees. Apparently folks come up here to escape the heat of the plain.
I don't know about that, but it was hot enough for us.
John had to get some painkillers, Jools wanted some material from quilt-making back home. And Ian wanted saffron.
We had parked outside a pharmacy, so John got his pills. We walked on but the mix of shops, smells and colour made it hard sometimes to know what some shops sold.
We couldn't have done it without our fixer/guide, Mahindra, who acted as translator.
On one corner of the street, on the kerb, a guy was fixing and cleaning shoes, using his feet to hold them in place, while on the other corner, a man of similar age was repairing a cheap suitcase.
No doubt it looked new when he'd done.
With Jools buying material, Mahindra and I went on the search for saffron. The most expensive substance on earth, pound for pound.
Just one shop sold it in the town, as Indians don't eat much of it. I got four packets, which will last.
Even here in India, its very expensive.
We walked back to the material shop, then to the main road, where the bus was called for, and in the midday heat, we stood and waited until our mini-bus appeared.
We climbed on, turned the air con to max, and we were driven back to the hotel, where it was nearly time for lunch.
Lunch was the same. Tasty, but still curry.
And at half two, we assembled for the 18th safari of the trip.
Corbett NP is much larger than the three previous ones we visited, so meetings with tigers are much rarer. And the gate we had to use this first time, was a 35 minute drive from the hotel, through the backstreets of the town, and into the countryside.
Into the park, and right away we see a herd of 5 elephants heading to a watering hole, and witness their joy as they plunge in drinking and splashing.
Driving on we came across a group of monkeys, one female had a new morn in her arms, that screamed for her to hold tighter.
We took shots.
We saw a new species of Bee-eater, and that was about it.
Come five there was rumours of two tigers on the move, but with several watering holes they could have chosen, we and the other jeeps drove in circles for an hour with no sightings reported.
We then had an hour's drive back to the hotel, across the park, then along the country road and into the town, before a final twenty minutes on the main road to the resort.
In the gloaming it was almost beautiful, but as the sun set and dusk settled, traffic got heavier as we neared the town, the chorus of horns, and most vehicles had no lights on.
It was chaos.
Madness.
Into the town, and along narrow streets with scooters overtaking us, and more coming the other way, horns blaring and lightless.
And then the joy of the main road at night. Let's just say we were glad to get out safe and sound just after seven, still alive.
More curry for dinner at eight. We have now drunk the resort out of Coke and are now on Sprite.
Just trying my friend's 70-200mm ... It was really foggy, and this seems to be one I like... not sure why... maybe the noise/grain goes well
Date: 2010-01-01, 11:41PM PST
Like a ghastly specter from your darkest nightmare, this saddle has returned from the grave seeking vengeance. Its previous master thought it had banished it to the blackness of the abyss for good, but nay, it was only for an epoch.
Features:
*Steel rails forged by LUCIFER himself
*Genuine Auroch hide seat provides maximum chafing
I am reaching the end of my strength, as the madness contained within this dark artifact threatens to consume me. I cannot merely throw this adamantine saddle on the rubbish heap, lest some unwary passerby become transfixed by its lightless glow. No, I must only give this to one with the courage to look into the bloodshot eyes of insanity, and the strength to master it. A wizard with the cunning to master this beast gains an ally of unspeakable power: the ultimate theft deterrent. At the moment the thief straddles your steed, his fate is sealed. Eager for revenge upon mortals, the saddle will visit his arse with blisters that rival the torment of fire and brimstone... a dire lesson he will not soon forget. This same fate will befall any unworthy mortal who in his arrogance, attempts to mount the saddle of doom. Are you worthy?
The Mole Creek Karst National Park was declared in 1996 to provide protection for some of the finest and most visited cave systems in the State, including Marakoopa and King Solomons Cave. Both caves are open to the public, and provide the opportunity to take a deeper look into the fascinating world of 'karst' landscapes.
The Mole Creek area is renowned for its caves. Marakoopa and King Solomons Caves are but two caves in an area that contains over 300 known caves and sinkholes. Other typical karst features in this area include gorges and large underground streams and springs.
Both caves are home to a range of fascinating animals which have evolved features which allow them to adapt to their lightless environments. The glow-worm display in Marakoopa Cave is the largest you'll see in any public access cave anywhere in Australia. For the visitor, the Mole Creek Karst National Park offers a range of activities. Although guided tours of the caves will be high on your agenda, don't miss the opportunity to take a short walk through the beautiful forests in which these caves occur.
Suddenly, we have a surfeit of spare time.
Due to the change in plans, for the next three days we only have one safari per day, and today that was in the afternoon.
So, a morning free.
So, a lay in?
Not quite.
It was suggested to do some birding at just after dawn, so meet at reception at nine for a short walk to the river.
Only my back said otherwise, so I bailed and sat on the veranda watching the birds come and go, and the camp wake up.
Toast for breakfast, and a piss poor cup of coffee, but its all we need, as next item is a trip to the nearest town for some shopping.
The nearby town is fairly large, has a great many shops and businesses, a bus station with the main road running through it.
I said on Blue Sky earlier that it was hot, dusty, busy, colourful, and friendly.
All true.
The bus came for us at eleven, and dropped us on the main street, where it was already approaching forty degrees. Apparently folks come up here to escape the heat of the plain.
I don't know about that, but it was hot enough for us.
John had to get some painkillers, Jools wanted some material from quilt-making back home. And Ian wanted saffron.
We had parked outside a pharmacy, so John got his pills. We walked on but the mix of shops, smells and colour made it hard sometimes to know what some shops sold.
We couldn't have done it without our fixer/guide, Mahindra, who acted as translator.
On one corner of the street, on the kerb, a guy was fixing and cleaning shoes, using his feet to hold them in place, while on the other corner, a man of similar age was repairing a cheap suitcase.
No doubt it looked new when he'd done.
With Jools buying material, Mahindra and I went on the search for saffron. The most expensive substance on earth, pound for pound.
Just one shop sold it in the town, as Indians don't eat much of it. I got four packets, which will last.
Even here in India, its very expensive.
We walked back to the material shop, then to the main road, where the bus was called for, and in the midday heat, we stood and waited until our mini-bus appeared.
We climbed on, turned the air con to max, and we were driven back to the hotel, where it was nearly time for lunch.
Lunch was the same. Tasty, but still curry.
And at half two, we assembled for the 18th safari of the trip.
Corbett NP is much larger than the three previous ones we visited, so meetings with tigers are much rarer. And the gate we had to use this first time, was a 35 minute drive from the hotel, through the backstreets of the town, and into the countryside.
Into the park, and right away we see a herd of 5 elephants heading to a watering hole, and witness their joy as they plunge in drinking and splashing.
Driving on we came across a group of monkeys, one female had a new morn in her arms, that screamed for her to hold tighter.
We took shots.
We saw a new species of Bee-eater, and that was about it.
Come five there was rumours of two tigers on the move, but with several watering holes they could have chosen, we and the other jeeps drove in circles for an hour with no sightings reported.
We then had an hour's drive back to the hotel, across the park, then along the country road and into the town, before a final twenty minutes on the main road to the resort.
In the gloaming it was almost beautiful, but as the sun set and dusk settled, traffic got heavier as we neared the town, the chorus of horns, and most vehicles had no lights on.
It was chaos.
Madness.
Into the town, and along narrow streets with scooters overtaking us, and more coming the other way, horns blaring and lightless.
And then the joy of the main road at night. Let's just say we were glad to get out safe and sound just after seven, still alive.
More curry for dinner at eight. We have now drunk the resort out of Coke and are now on Sprite.