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A westbound Norfolk Southern manifest freight is dwarfed by the massive concrete silos of a grain complex along the former Wabash Railroad in Tolono, Illinois.
At 12pm, about 40 individuals attended a march and rally in downtown Portage, Indiana, a far east suburb in the Chicago metro area. Under the hot noonday sun and for over two hours, attendees braved the heat and humidity to listen to local leaders, citizens, a 15-year old high school student, a Vietnam War veteran, and activists speak about their experiences with what they perceived as racism in the community, the need for understanding and respect, and their commitment to growing the movement with their family, friends, and neighbors. Two individuals who were introduced as of the local Republican party took time to speak candidly and offer their support for "Black Lives Matter". Time was set aside for those attending to introduce themselves to each other and "break the ice". Refreshments and food were provided. Before the march began, attendees participated in a exercise called a "privilege walk" which was designed to bring attention to the ways in which they believed that one's background, ethnicity, and life opportunities have helped shape and either forward or retard their positive advancement in relation to their peers. After a short sidewalk march through the local area surrounding Founder's Square Park, the event ended, another of the many that have been held in the days and weeks after the death of George Floyd in Minneapolis, Minnesota.
Portage, Indiana, USA
No matter how hard I tried, I didn't get THE shot of a male Sword-bill. First reason; I didn't see any, at Yanacocha I just saw females. At Guango Lodge I got my first male, but it was shy and I had such limited time at that place.
Eastern slope of N Ecuador, end of Aug 2005.
A peaceful rally led by religious leaders from around the area protesting the injustice against young black men by white officers.
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A peaceful rally led by religious leaders from around the area protesting the injustice against young black men by white officers.
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No matter how many things I try out, I've realized I've always been a performer at heart and I've always been confident in my body and the strong, speedy things it can do.
I was sometimes shyer growing up which is probably why performing and expressing with my body on a stage or on a field was something I always felt comfortable doing. I always wanted to be the one on the field or the stage, not the one reporting about the ones on them. And it's so interesting to see how the first things I was passionate about evolve into others as I get older through this "journey" (I literally hate that phrase but it's midnight and I'm not clever rn) to finding a new dream and purpose. I want to be good at what I love and I want to inspire others by putting in the hard work, physically and mentally, and to embrace toughness and elegance in what you do or who you are simultaneously.
First I was a dancer. I loved tap and jazz so, so much and you'll still find me jittery and mildly tap dancing through the house sometimes. always moving. At the same time and what eventually won over, I was a soccer player. That's all I knew for well over ten years. So much passion and dedication and I'ms scared I'll never have that drive for something again. All the while developing an admiration for aesthetically pleasing bold impactful editorial imagery.
My whole life I knew I've always been an athlete, I've always been an artist and I will continue to be an adventurer, always putting in 110% for anything I enjoy. Cause that's the point of this whole life thing, right?
Award of Merit | High School Division | Seneca HS PTSA, Kentucky
“Why do I matter?” goes hand in hand in “Why do I exist?” The universe, after all, is a very strange place, and while the answers may not be easy, in comparison to such a vast plane of existence. Many people have pondered the question of life and our own existence, and such are the crises of our existence. I interpret the matter of our matter in my own light.
During the Jazz Age:
As Daisy Buchanan would never stop seeking her missing little daughter Pammy and having faith in her return, those were the last things on Pammy's mind. Not that she didn't love her mother; she simply didn't miss her because based on her experience, there was almost nothing to be missed.
Daisy's love for Pammy had been awakened by tragedy: Gatsby's death; the suicide of her abusive husband Tom; and, of course, Pammy's vanishing into thin air. These events had caused Daisy to turn inward and gain an emotional richness that she never had as a flighty socialite who simply drifted through life and thought of her child as a mere ornament.
If only Pammy could have first known Daisy as the person she had evolved into....an impossible wish.
Thus, as Daisy spent Christmas aching for Pammy's return, Pammy was exactly where she most wanted to be: with Angel. The only reason Pammy ever looked back at her former life as a wealthy New York toddler was not to reminisce about the abundance of luxuries she had; they meant little to her. The stuffed giraffe that seemed to stretch up to the ceiling never quenched her thirst for love or stopped the tears brought on by her parents' inattention.
When Pammy recalled her life in New York, she thought almost exclusively of how Angel's arrival as her caretaker and tutor changed her little world. Pammy had concluded quickly that her being taken to France was not an elaborate game of Hide and Seek as Angel had first tried to convince her. Something much more profound had happened: Instead of existing in a gilded cage of neglect and desolation, she was surrounded by the love of an angel who, she knew with unshakeable certainty, had been sent to her precisely to bring about this transformation.
Therefore, it didn't matter to Pammy that instead of riding in a limousine, she and Angel had to walk in the snow. It didn't matter that the home they lived in near Paris could have fit into a bedroom of the Buchanan New York mansion. It didn't matter that Christmas would bring very few gifts other than a reaffirmation of the greatest one: love.
Yes, one day Angel Farget and Daisy Buchanan would have to come to terms with past and present actions beyond Pammy's control and, to a great extent, beyond their own, that had shaped Pammy's life and identity.
And the most difficult question to answer would be: What is best for Pammy?
TO BE CONTINUED.
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Charcoal art I did. Photo used for reference.
Mrs. Bush speaks with Stovall Middle School teacher and students about their current reading assignment.
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Hayley Killon: No Matter What- Sleet, Rain or Snow
by Jessica Kane
Six days a week, Hayley Killon delivers the mail in Brant Lake.
Though most everyone receives mail, not too many of us know what it takes to deliver it.
Every morning, Hayley arrives at the post office at 8:30, and begins the sorting process, which can sometimes take over 2 hours.
Once that’s done, everything gets loaded in the car.
“Sometimes,” she said. “There’s barely room for me!”
In the regular season, Hayley delivers mail to 301 residents and businesses. In the summer, this number increases to 384.
Hayley doesn’t have a steering wheel on the right side of her car, so to reach the mailboxes on the right side of the road, she has to sit near the passenger’s seat, and drive the car from there.
“I sit more in the middle,” she said. “And straddle my left foot to operate the break and the gas, and my right arm is solely to take the mail out of the tub and put it in the mailbox.”
Hayley has mastered this unusual activity, making it appear completely natural, graceful even.
Hayley’s been delivering the mail over 10 years now.
Before that, she ran a successful cleaning business, while raising her 2 daughters and son.
A friend suggested she apply at the post office. “You won’t get in for 5 or 6 years,” they told her, but Hayley was lucky. Within a year, she was a full-time employee.
Hayley loves her job. “It’s really nice because I meet people, I’ve met several good friends just by delivering their mail.”
“So, what’s the most unusual piece of mail you’ve ever delivered,” I asked.
Hayley laughed, and told me about one peculiar package she kept sitting on.
“It was hard and heavy, so I couldn’t squish it, but I kept moving it all day, thinking to myself, what is in there.”
When Hayley delivered the package to someone she knew on the route, he told her it was the remains of his uncle.
“I was like, ‘Woe! I’ve been sitting on your uncle all day!’ He thought it was funny.”
There are also hardships that come with delivering the mail.
“I’ve lost alternators on the route. Batteries have died. Flat tires. I think I had a rear end go…”
And then, there’s winter in the North Country.
“When they say that little saying, ‘No matter what, sleet rain or snow, you go,’ you go.”
Only once in 10 years has Hayley been called off the route.
“I did most of it,” she said. “But I couldn’t get up Duell Hill Road.”
Still, getting stuck is not uncommon. “I make sure to carry kitty litter and a shovel,” she said. “Works great for traction.”
When Hayley’s not delivering the mail, her passion is her church.
“My faith is really my whole world,” she said. “That’s how I operate.”
On her only day off, she teaches Sunday school for 3 and 4 year olds. “So much fun,” she said, smiling.
As a kid growing up in Weavertown, neither Hayley nor her family attended church.
When she was 15, she wandered into a Baptist church on her own, and sat in the back, feeling awkward because there were only older people there. One of these people captured her attention, a woman she knew from school, a teacher’s aid.
“You’d look at her and her eyes would shine. She was always so happy and I was like, man, what does she have? I wish I could be like her.”
Hayley continued attending church, but when she was picked on by her cousins, she stopped going.
Years later, after her mother began attending church and bringing Hayley’s kids along,
Hayley reluctantly got involved.
“Mostly because she kept nagging at me.”
Eventually, though, Hayley started listening to what was being said there.
Since then, Hayley’s life has transformed.
“I try to be a good Christian,” she said. “If there’s a chance to help somebody, show God’s love, I’m going to do it, and being on this mail route, I can do that all the time. Maybe that’s why the Lord put me there.”
Hayley Killon lives in Olmstedville with her husband, one of her 4 grandchildren, 3 Chinese fighting fish, 2 hermit crabs, a bird, a dog, 3 cats and a lizard.
Free eBook, cover: Canadian Health Policy in the News: Why Evidence Matters
Edited by Noralou Roos, Sharon Manson Singer, Kathleen O'Grady, Camilla Tapp and Shannon Turczak
Downloadable in various formats (Apple, Android, PDF): umanitoba.ca/outreach/evidencenetwork/archives/8941
Cover photo and image provided with permission from the Artist and Photographer
'A Room of Memory' 2009, 21st Century Museum of Contemporary Art, Kanazawa
Installation by Chiharu Shiota
Photo by Sunhi Mang
BIDEN / HARRIS VICTORY CELEBRATIONS at Black Lives Matter Plaza along 16th at H Street, NW, Washington DC on Saturday afternoon, 7 November 2020 by Elvert Barnes Photography
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Elvert Barnes BLACK LIVES MATTER 2020 docu-project at elvertbarnes.com/BLM2020
Elvert Barnes COVID-19 Pandemic / Part 3 / Fall 2020 docu-project at elvertbarnes.com/CV19Fall2020
Elvert Barnes PRESIDENTAL ELECTION 2020 docu-project at elvertbarnes.com/Election2020
Elvert Barnes Saturday, 7 November 2020 BIDEN / HARRIS VICTORY CELEBRATIONS on Day 4 After the Election docu-project at elvertbarnes.com/7November2020
A group of Springfield folks decided to have a march to show their love of cops. ACAB met them on the streets. There was tension.
DAVOS/SWITZERLAND, 22JAN15 - Susan Goldberg , Editor-in-Chief, National Geographic Magazine, USA captured during the session Ocean Matters in the congress centre at the Annual Meeting 2015 of the World Economic Forum in Davos, January 22, 2015.
WORLD ECONOMIC FORUM/Benedikt von Loebell