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We spoke out. We marched at a time when we didn’t know if it would kill us and it was all because we couldn’t imagine that we could continue to live in a world so cruel as to not see the value in Black joy, talent, ideas, sorrow, stories, traditions, and identities. And, in most cities across America, budgets have not significantly changed to put more money into communities instead of policing. The only tool a cop has is a gun and the badge is his/her/their get out of jail free card. Why do we expect anything different to happen in America if we pour more money into police budgets and reforms that clearly don’t work instead of putting money into public education, job opportunities, the elimination of food deserts, equitable housing and health care, and mental health clinics? Do we really want to be a country where only rich white people survive?
Black Lives Still Matter…they still matter to me every day.
In my own city, our mayor lied about not being aware of a wrongful raid of a social worker in which her home was violated and she was naked. (Anjanette Young). Apparently, this is a pretty regular occurrence:
chicago.cbslocal.com/2018/11/08/chicago-police-raids-wron...
Here’s a list of men who are Black recently murdered by police in America:
newsone.com/playlist/black-men-boy-who-were-killed-by-pol...
Here’s how Wall Street profits from police brutality and America’s violent yet lucrative (for some) tradition of white supremacy:
acrecampaigns.org/research_post/police-brutality-bonds/
Every day we don’t demand change is a day wasted when we were not our best selves. Humans are still dying out there and we need to vote out those who only protect some of the population and leave the rest to be murdered. So, Trump will soon be gone…will Biden be any better? We must insist that it is so! Humans who are Black are not suddenly white and they still need kindness, protection, love, and policies that look out for them.
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It is so painful to see in news protesters clashing with police and causing some sorts of the troubles. This is not what I have seen when I joined them yesterday at the USA Embassy in London. It was most well organised I possible even seen, so peaceful and friendly. Several times I have been offered face mask and water. There were only good vibes of a united community. Not sure why someone decided to go to Whitehall and clash with police. From the other hand – no rights were won without breaking the law – this is the world we all live, unfortunately.
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The last nearly four years have seemed like eons for me. Every day that I can bear to pay attention, I am horrified by what atrocities Trump is responsible for. I have gone to so many protests in so many places for so many causes/reasons, both well attended and scarcely attended in good weather and in the middle of a freezing cold winter. There are times I have really questioned what good it even does but a little voice in my head has still told me it was the right thing to do.
But, then the Coronavirus hit and I wondered seriously if protesting was the right thing to do…after reading the statistics in my own city about people of color being killed by the Coronavirus at a much higher rate than white people, I had to ask myself, is it actually a case of white privilege if I protest? This seems like such a strange thing to ask when you are protesting your outrage about a man being killed only because he happened to be Black and existing in America but still I had to ask. Because, if I am part of the problem of spreading this virus and my presence results in more deaths of more people of color, isn’t that defeating the purpose? In addition, how about all of the healthcare workers who have been burdened for so long? Why should I make a choice for them that could affect the survival and treatment of myself and others? It just seemed too risky for this die hard protestor.
I have never dealt with this kind of moral dilemma before. My sense of right and wrong is usually pretty strong and doesn’t leave room for tons of contemplation and deliberation. I can’t really remember the last time I had to seriously ponder “What is the right thing to do in this situation?” asking myself again and again. I usually just know these things intuitively and then try to make my best ethical choice. I’m not saying that I don’t see layers of grey between black and white so much as just I have an idea of how to act in terms of what is right with my soul. I’m also not saying that I don’t learn new things and from the perspective of others and change based on being open to learning. But, the idea of what is fundamentally the ethical choice to make about whether or not to attend a protest for a cause I believe in has never been this difficult before.
And, there is the other side of things that I don’t really like to talk about-the more human side of things. I am unfortunately all too human in my fears about contacting Coronavirus/Covid19. To be honest, I’m the type of person that gets nervous taking a walk in my own neighborhood and gets frustrated when I see the joggers and dog walkers on my street roaming without a mask or groups of a few friends partying on a rooftop in close proximity. It seems pretty hypocritical to me that I’d also be finding myself amidst thousands of people in super close proximity sometimes under overpasses neck to neck, masks or no.
So, what I am saying is that I am actually probably a little paranoid. For a large part of my life, I didn’t realize I was any different from others in my fears until I went to college and learned about Obsessive Compulsive Disorder and realized that my irrational fear of death that took hold of me if I didn’t do certain things when I was little-tap my fingers every time I saw a green car, squeeze my toes every time I passed a squirrel-that sort of thing-wasn’t what most kids go through. And, it was crippling. Most of the time, I would cry hysterically thinking I was going to die and great harm would really come to my family and I if I told anyone and voiced these fears out loud. I know, I know…it sounds crazy and doesn’t make tons of sense. And, even though I know that and have gotten better dealing with this side of my self as an adult, it still hasn’t gone away completely. There’s a real instinctual fear that makes me think the worst will happen to me.
The news, of course, doesn’t help…and consider that non essential businesses were shuttered and school was cancelled for the rest of the year, I am even more terrified about the damage this virus can do. Then, there’s also the choir study…where they found that one man in close proximity singing with a choir infected pretty much the whole choir and killed a few too. Of course, this is outdoors, but I still can’t help thinking about all of the times I opened my mouth to chant pro Black Life Matters sentiments even if I was wearing a mask.
And, in many ways, I feel like I am not even worthy enough to say the name of George Floyd or Breonna Taylor who should have turned 27 on Friday, the day that I joined these protests. Because, as someone who is white, I could never know the true horror of this. She was a hero, an EMT worker, and it wasn’t just her own life and her family that was robbed but all of our lives and the sadness is overpowering. So, I ended up saying her name a few thousand times and feeling like I was losing my mind because I couldn’t rewind time and change reality.
I don’t know the answer to all of this and I still don’t know if I contracted the virus or not. But, in any case, I hope that these protests meant something and continue to mean something. Maybe it actually means more to those in power that people would risk their lives to fight for Black Lives and, if those mayors and governors really care about the citizens of their city, they have to act on these social justice issues-hold police accountable, take police out of schools and bring in social workers, counselors, librarians, art and music creative outlets instead. Let’s have a dance class or a drama class instead of kids being subjected to cruel excessive force and mock prison cells from early ages. Surely anything that helps kids is better than something doing active harm. Let’s put more money into mental health facilities instead of incarcerations. Let’s make sure when someone is released from prison that they have a job to go to. Let’s make sure our citizens have healthcare and that there are valid low income housing measures. All of these things will reduce crime and improve the quality of life. That is the direction we need to think in instead of increasing a police force. We need to think about the disparities between communities and races and ensure these people are protected and treated with respect-the same respect and treatment white people have been taking for granted in my country for centuries.
Above: a new mural for George Floyd, murdered by a group of police officers in a complicit system where the police are protected from their evil racist acts.
This mural was recently completed in the past couple of days and is found in Humboldt Park, Chicago on Division Avenue just east of California Ave. Cristian J. Roldán and Esther Kovacs
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This pearl was a gift to me decades ago in my dating years. The giver specifically said that a pearl made him think of me. When I looked up the first definition of a pearl, it was “hard, lustrous spherical mass, typically white or bluish-gray”. I was not flattered. Fortunately, I then checked the second definition and it was “a person or thing of great rarity and worth” and I was appeased. 😁
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I've waited a long time to see the inside of that place, I figure it can't be long now with ALL these condo developments around here.
"It´s not what you look at that matters, it´s what you see." Henry David Thoreau.
There is in the heart of Dublin a park not as well known as others, but where we can find one of the most unexpected places in the Irish capital. A few minutes walking from the popular St. Stephen's Green, we have the Iveagh Gardens, a green lung much quieter than its neighbor, and where we can travel with our imagination to more tropical latitudes thanks to the impressive artificial waterfall built it here. We just need to get close enough and focus on the torrent of water that falls incessantly, ignoring the cold and some tree whose leaves are changing color by the arrival of autumn, to after a few minutes believe that we are in some jungle thousands of kilometres far from there.
After two failed attempts in which I found the waterfall turned off for no apparent reason, on the third occasion I was again disappointed to see it turned off. However, this time I decided to look for someone that worked there, luckily, a very kind security guard turned on the waterfall for us and finally I could photograph it from different perspectives. Between the different compositions, this ultra-wide angle image was my favorite. To prevent the movement of the leaves by the wind, the base photograph was taken at a faster speed at which I subsequently added the waterfall captured with a long exposure. Of course the use of the tripod for the long exposure is indispensable, in addition to the focus stacking technique to achieve a foreground on focus. I don't know when I will be able to return to tropical countries, but in the meantime I will settle for my Dubliner jungle.
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"No es lo que miras lo que importa, es lo que ves". Henry David Thoreau.
Hay en el corazón de Dublín un parque no tan conocido como otros, pero que cuenta con una de los lugares más insospechados de la capital irlandesa. A pocos minutos caminando del popular St. Stephen´s Green, se encuentran los Iveagh Gardens, un pulmón verde mucho más tranquilo que su vecino, y en los que podemos viajar con la imaginación a latitudes más tropicales gracias a la impresionante cascada artificial que en ellos se encuentra. Basta con acercarse lo suficiente y concentrar la mirada sobre el torrente de agua que cae sin cesar, ignorando el frío y algún árbol cuyas hojas están cambiando de color por la llegada del otoño, para tras pocos minutos creer que estamos en alguna jungla a miles de kilómetros de allí.
Tras dos intentos fallidos en los que me encontré la cascada apagada sin motivo aparente, a la tercera ocasión volví a llevarme la desilusión de verla apagada. Sin embargo, esta vez decidí buscar a alguien que trabajara allí, por suerte, un guardia de seguridad muy amable encendió la cascada para nosotros y finalmente pude fotografiarla desde diferentes perspectivas. De las diferentes composiciones, esta imagen con el ultra gran angular fue mi preferida. Para evitar el movimiento de las hojas por el viento, la fotografía base está tomada a una velocidad más rápida a la que posteriormente añadí el agua de la cascada capturada con una larga exposición. Por supuesto el uso del trípode para la larga exposición es indispensable, además de la técnica del focus stacking para conseguir un primer plano enfocado. No sé cuando podré volver a países tropicales, pero mientras tanto me conformaré con mi jungla dublinesa.
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What advancement has been spelled out this morning?
Or any other morning for the matter with us is not yet found,
Still somehow uncolonized is the space within our heart
Overrun as it may be by so much as the duty bound
Ways radiating the loss of our own habitat that now sets us apart
From the roads we build atop the past trampled underfoot
Cobbles give way to the gobbles of hungry economic pressure
Drink your coffee quick so you may be full of beans in readiness
For the trek that gives a heck for seizing a rightful expressure
Over distinctive burials of hurt and all of life's bloodiness
Emotion rather resembles archaeology with origin unknown
It's a treasure worth having yet it's value cannot be easily told
We may hold such an artifact in our hand yet flinch in someone else's
And crack as we might it is only time that can find out before we're sold
By which time living memory has been and gone where history convulses
When we're done and dusted our image of ourselves speaks of tribal beliefs
Those narrow-minded policies handed-down from government to bleeder
Oh! and what stories shall we tell when our rich soil becomes political?
My childhood garden now a by-word for by-pass, a ruddy road's northern feeder
For no truth is harder to bear than next year's road map, ahead lies, lies, lies so hypocritical
Motions passed in my backyard by persons who'll have been and gone
Before my oats are cold...I jest, of course,
For the planners I never see live far, faraway from the likes of you or me
They have job descriptions that even google doesn't yet know, how coarse!
Yet real their decisions are, for their administrative cocoon may leave me a solitary tree
As swathes of childhood memory are churned-up why must we build over
Areas of greatest worth? leaving but a dust bowl to live out of
Only queried when the going gets tough and the tough have long gone
I speak of the Wensum valley and Norwich's soon to be northern ring of cupboard love
The atlas speaks what councils forgot to tell us...now preservation has been foregone.
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10h30: 21/11/2008
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Dark Matter, 2019, artwork by Palestinian artist Mona Hatoum.
On display (till Corona Closure) at Museum Voorlinden, Wassenaar, Holland.
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You know that moment in life when you stop whatever you’re doing and you suddenly appreciate something more than ever before, because it simply works? This is the girl I spent the past fifteen days with and it’s the first thing that’s just been so easy in a long time. We went back to France, where we first met, together, saw people we were close to, went to places we used to spend time in, and it was lovely grasping a hint of all those feelings we left behind last year. Lisa is a part of my time in France I’m sure I will never lose, and I am incredibly thankful that I can share all those memories with her. We live almost seven hours apart here in Germany, but it’s never really mattered during the past year. When we got to meet again things were just like when we saw each other every day back in France, and I think it’s things like that that make you realize that you’ve found a very special person you should keep in your life.
Canadian Pacific 8757, the Every Child Matters unit, leads CP train 148 into Watertown, Wisconsin on April 21, 2022.
This image is the forth in a series of pictures showing Red Lechwes defending themselves against a pack of Wild Dogs. To understand the whole scene I hope you go back and read the descriptions in the other recent posts.
On that day while I was a watching the positioning of the animals in the open marsh area, all of a sudden one of the antelopes came leaping out of nowhere. He was not being chased by the dogs. It seemed that he was repositioning himself on the field or merely showing his strength and prowess. No matter what the reason, he was elegant and powerful.
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Apostlebird (one of about twenty that landed in a tree within 5 metres from where I was sitting. They are unbelievably noisy! Not the most attractive bird, but they are real characters of the bush and always scruffy and grubby. They are also a very social bird. They went about their business as if I was not there.)
Scientific Name: Struthidea cinerea
Description: The Apostlebird is a medium-sized dark grey bird with a short strong bill, brown wings and black tail. It is normally seen in groups of six to ten birds, and is usally seen on the ground. It belongs to the group of birds known as 'mud-nesters', the Family Corcoracidae, noted for their communal life style and their bowl nests constructed of mud and plant fibres.
Similar species: The Apostlebird is often found in association with the White-winged Chough, which belongs to the same family and has similar habits (communal living, mud nests, ground-foraging). However the White-winged Chough is quite distinctive, being black with white wing panels visible in flight, as well as having a long curved beak and a bright red eye.
Distribution: The Apostlebird is found in eastern Australia in inland areas from lower Cape York Peninsula, Queensland to northern Victoria and from Naracoorte to Mount Lofty Ranges, South Australia. There is also an isolated population in the Elliott and Katherine areas, Northern Territory.
Habitat: The Apostlebird is found in open dry forests and woodlands near water. It may also be found in farmlands with trees, as well as along roadsides, in orchards and on golf courses
Seasonal movements: Sedentary, with some local movements to more open areas in autumn and winter.
Feeding: The Apostlebird usually eats seeds and vegetable matter, insects and other invertebrates and, sometimes, small vertebrates. In autumn and winter, it will move to more open country, where seeds become the more important part of its diet. The Apostlebird forages on the ground in groups, often in association with the White-winged Chough. The Apostlebird can also be known as the 'Grey Jumper', for its hopping gait and, because it lives in groups, it can be known collectively as the 'Happy Family' or the 'Twelve Apostles'.
Breeding: Apostlebirds form a 'breeding unit' of around ten related birds - a dominant male and several females plus immature birds (the previous season's young) that act as helpers. The nest is a large mud bowl, placed on a horizontal branch 3 - 20 m high, and reinforced and lined with grass. All members of a group assist with nest building, as well as feeding of nestlings, while only the adults usually incubate the eggs. More than one female may lay eggs in the same nest. While many eggs may be laid usually only four nestlings will survive to fledge, with numbers possibly restricted by the size of the nest. Two broods may be raised in a season.
Calls: Rough, scratchy, discordant: 'ch-kew ch-kew'; also: nasal 'git-out' when disturbed.
Minimum Size: 29cm
Maximum Size: 33cm
Average size: 31cm
Average weight: 128g
Breeding season: August to March
Clutch Size: Two to five; more when more than one female lays
Incubation: 18 days
Nestling Period: 18 days
(Source: www.birdsinbackyards.net)
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Forest Recreation Ground
A moving and challenging demonstration. Peaceful but emotional.
#blacklivesmatter
www.itsnicethat.com/news/resources-supporting-black-lives...
Air pollution is contamination of the indoor or outdoor environment by any chemical, physical or biological agent that modifies the natural characteristics of the atmosphere.
Household combustion devices, motor vehicles, industrial facilities and forest fires are common sources of air pollution. Pollutants of major public health concern include particulate matter, carbon monoxide, ozone, nitrogen dioxide and sulfur dioxide. Outdoor and indoor air pollution cause respiratory and other diseases and are important sources of morbidity and mortality.
Air quality is closely linked to the earth’s climate and ecosystems globally. Policies to reduce air pollution, therefore, offer a win-win strategy for both climate and health, lowering the burden of disease attributable to air pollution, as well as contributing to the near- and long-term mitigation of climate change.
how much in advance you get yourself to the spot from which you are going to photograph fireworks, there will always be a Jan Koller who will arrive exactly one minute before the start of the show and will stand right in front of you.
Apart from death, taxes and Neil Robertson winning at least one snooker tournament per season, that is the only certainty we have got left in life.
It has been awhile since I have posted to Photochallenge and I must say that my photography has suffered as a result. My intention is to be more active with the group this year! My very first photograph I posted to photochallenge 4 years ago was for a Macro challenge in which I photographed these very same watch gears. Since I was new to this type of photography and did not have a proper Macro lens I took the shot using the "poor mans macro" technique (my first time trying the technique). For me, photochallenge was not solely about the photograph, it was about the research and the information I learned as a result of the challenge. So for my comeback photo I thought it would be significant to "redo" that first photo with all the knowledge and experience I gained since first joining photochallenge and being able to now use a proper Macro lens, since it was the weekly challenges of this group that helped me identify my photographic style and also influence the type of gear I have invested in over the years. I would like to thank Jeanie and Eric for continuing the challenges and everyone else who is kind enough to donate their time to the group! (If interested in viewing the "original" photo, it can be found at the bottom of my feed).
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