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ZooParc de Beauval / Saint-Aignan / Loire Valley / France
Album of France (the north): www.flickr.com/photos/tabliniumcarlson/albums/72157713208...
A lovely doe in her winter coat. She was very interested in that big weird thing that was so near to her (me in the car!).
Double-crested Cormorant, immature
Most of my shots of these guys show them swimming away ;o) I managed to snag this one *just* after s/he surfaced from a dive ... and *just* before s/he hurriedly swam away.
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Yesterday was a much-needed mental health day for this kid as I desperately desired watching another Ohio River sunrise, followed by several hours of playing in the mud in search of ancient Indian artifacts.
As often happens, several potential obstacles presented themselves making me wonder if I should just stay home. Just as I was setting my alarm for the next morning’s adventure, a dense fog warning posted on my phone. The next morning, I awoke a full hour (4am) before my alarm was set to go off…making me question if I would have the energy needed to walk for miles in the mud. Not to mention…I’m pretty sure that our bed has never felt better!
Putting all that aside, I was on the road in time to be launching the boat an hour away at daybreak. With no other cars on the road, my music blaring and coffee in hand put all of life’s concerns aside…nothing clears my head more than going on an adventure! All was right with the world…
And then, on a fogless stretch of the highway, not 5 minutes from home, she appeared! An adult female whitetail deer decided to trot out right in front of me. With reflexes I had assumed were long gone, I swerved into oncoming traffic, releasing my coffee cup mid-air to grab the wheel with both hands as I attempted to put my car and now severely swaying trailing boat back in our lane. The deer was missed by both my car and boat by inches, my paper coffee cup with lid on landed right in my lap and remarkably only spilled a few large drops.
The blessing of this encounter was that I now had my heart in my throat…and there was no way that I could possibly fall asleep anytime on the next hours’ drive.
The launching ramp was reached without any further ado and my much-anticipated sunrise was completely obscured by the heavy fog. However, my spirits were rejuvenated instantly as I just enjoyed the blessing of being there, having another day and the anticipation of what might be both found and seen as adventure awaits!
The river was still out of its normal banks by some 6-7 feet and was full of drift…the banks…pretty muddy with only 7-8 artifacts retained, all broken but still cherished. The main blessing of the day quickly became this young lady (presumed based on my limited eagle knowledge base) who seemed to have as much interest in me and what I was doing as I had in her.
The problem with juvenile eagles is that you often disturb them, placing them in flight when you have no desire to. Without the white heads, they easily blend perfectly in the shadows of the trees canopy…no doubt part of God’s plan.
This young lady flew ahead once disturbed, then veered out over the river. I assumed she was heading for Kentucky so I just went on my way back to the ramp to conclude my day. I glanced back to see her change direction again, now heading right back at me. I slammed my boat into neutral, grabbed my camera and waited some 20 seconds or so before lifting my lens to start capturing her in flight…waiting is the hard part as experience has taught me that eagles will often drastically change direction once you point anything at them. Giving her time to close the gap was a gamble that paid off as she came directly overhead, maybe 80-100 feet off the water, granting this shot.
As I trailered the boat and sent a text to the Mrs. letting her know that I was safely off the water, an understanding of, an appreciation for the gift I had been given filled my head and heart with the joy that only another successful day of adventure can do. Getting the shot of my eagle fly by from a rocking 16’ flat-bottom aluminum boat is simply a bonus!
Adventure before dementia!
my dad, and our daughter. She would have been 15 today.
My mom put another picture here along with a heartfelt poem she wrote.
Remember the inner demanding voice of your childhood that urged you to approach the ice cream truck whenever it rolled around? This little boy did not hesitate when he saw it. He parked his bike with determination.
Skillman Park. (That has a real alternate name, I believe.) Sunnyside, New York
This was my initial encounter with this threatened species. I couldn't believe how docile he was. I was in awe when I saw this cute Northern Spotted Owl furball up close! I grabbed a few shots and watched him explore the surroundings curiously. That was an awesome evening!
The red billed oxpeckers pick ticks and other insects off the Cape buffalo, providing food for the bird and relief for the mammal
Another shot of the interaction that we were so privileged to watch between this 2 month old cub and the lioness. She was not his mother but was incredibly patient with him. Taken in South Luangwa, Zambia. We watched this pride for close to an hour and I doubt that I will ever have this amazing opportunity again.
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EXPLORE Nov 30, 2013
I'm not sure if the fence is supporting the cosmos, or if the cosmos are supporting the fence. Happy Fence Friday!
Phoenix, Arizona
Fujichrome Sensia II 100 (expired)
Nikon F3
Nikkor 50mm 1.4
Processed @ Oscar's Photo Lab
The tower of the No.3 Mill of the Mutual Spinning Company Ltd at Heywood, seen from between the No.1 and No.2 Mills. Building No.3 Mill commenced in late 1914 but due to the war production did not start until 1922. The completion of this mill made the company the largest cotton spinning firm in the district with a total of 246,000 spindles.
The Little Mermaid statue admires the blossoms of an ipê-roxo tree (Handroanthus impetiginosus) right in front of the Navy Ministry.
Haleakalā NP, HI
Can't have one without the other.
This photo was taken at the exact same place just an hour earlier as the last photo I posted from Haleakala's summit. I think it's a great example of how different lighting and a different camera lens can drastically change the photo. The prior photo had a great view and I would consider it more of a "documentary"-type photo, one that shares more or less what my eyes saw at that time. This photo to me is much more ripe with visual metaphor and meaning to me - one might say "artsy."
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Captured: February 2018
Camera: Nikon D610
Lens: Nikon 70-200 f/4
Settings: ISO100, 145mm, f/11, 1/30 sec
Remember then we said people had a Mutual Admiration Society? Benni and I go way beyond that. She's actually looking at me, not the camera, so this is a happy event taken late afternoon yesterday.
Ybor City is a historic neighborhood just northeast of downtown Tampa, Florida, United States. It was founded in the 1880s by Vicente Martinez-Ybor and other cigar manufacturers and populated by thousands of immigrants, mainly from Cuba, Spain, and Italy. For the next 50 years, workers in Ybor City's cigar factories rolled hundreds of millions of cigars annually.
Ybor City was unique in the American South as a successful town almost entirely populated and owned by immigrants. The neighborhood had features unusual among contemporary communities in the south, most notably its multiethnic and multiracial population and their many mutual aid societies. The cigar industry employed thousands of well-paid workers, helping Tampa grow from an economically depressed village to a bustling city in about 20 years and giving it the nickname "Cigar City".
Ybor City grew and flourished from the 1890s until the Great Depression of the 1930s, when a drop in demand for fine cigars reduced the number of cigar factories and mechanization in the cigar industry greatly reduced employment opportunities in the neighborhood. This process accelerated after World War II, and a steady exodus of residents and businesses continued until large areas of the formerly vibrant neighborhood were virtually abandoned by the late 1970s. Attempts at redevelopment failed until the 1980s, when an influx of artists began a slow process of gentrification. In the 1990s and early 2000s, a portion of the original neighborhood around 7th Avenue developed into a nightclub and entertainment district, and many old buildings were renovated for new uses. Since then, the area's economy has diversified with more offices and residences, and the population has shown notable growth for the first time in over half a century.
Ybor City has been designated as a National Historic Landmark District, and several structures in the area are listed in the National Register of Historic Places. In 2008, 7th Avenue, Ybor City's main commercial thoroughfare, was recognized as one of the "10 Great Streets in America" by the American Planning Association. In 2010 Columbia Restaurant was named a "Top 50 All-American icon" by Nation's Restaurant News magazine.
In the early 1880s, Tampa was an isolated village with a population of less than 1000 and a struggling economy. However, its combination of a good port, Henry Plant's new railroad line, and humid climate attracted the attention of Vicente Martinez Ybor, a prominent Spanish cigar manufacturer.
Ybor had moved his cigar-making operation from Cuba to Key West, Florida, in 1869, due to political turmoil in the then-Spanish colony. But, labor unrest and the lack of room for expansion had him looking for another base of operations, preferably in his own company town.
Ybor considered several communities in the southern United States and decided that an area of sandy scrubland just northeast of Tampa would be the best location. In 1885, the Tampa Board of Trade helped broker an initial purchase of 40 acres (160,000 m2) of land, and Ybor quickly bought more. However, Ybor City very nearly didn't happen at all. Vicente Ybor initially failed to come to an agreement with the owner of the 40 acre parcel. The Tampa Board of Trade was horrified to find that the purchase had failed and hatched a plan to get the buyer and seller back together. Vicente Ybor was sitting in the train station on his way to Jacksonville to look at more property when the Board of Trade (a group of five, one of whom was Frederick Salomonson, future 3-time mayor of Tampa) arrived and persuaded Ybor to reconsider and the deal went forward from there, the birth of Ybor City.
Italians were also among the early settlers of Ybor City. Most of them came from a few villages in southwestern Sicily. The villages were Santo Stefano Quisquina, Alessandria della Rocca, Bivona, Cianciana, and Contessa Entellina. Sixty percent of them came from Santo Stefano Quisquina. Before settling in Ybor City, many first worked in the sugar cane plantations in St. Cloud, central Florida. Some came by way of Louisiana. A number of families migrated from New Orleans after the lynching of eleven Italians in 1891 during the "Mafia Riot". Italians mostly brought their entire families with them, unlike other immigrants. The foreign-born Italian population of Tampa grew from 56 in 1890 to 2,684 in 1940. Once arriving in Ybor City, Italians settled mainly in the eastern and southern fringes of the city. The area was referred to as La Pachata, after a Cuban rent collector in that area. It was also called "Little Italy".
In 1887, Tampa annexed the neighborhood. By 1900, the rough frontier settlement of wooden buildings and sandy streets had been transformed into a bustling town with brick buildings and streets, a streetcar line, and many social and cultural opportunities. Largely due to the growth of Ybor City, Tampa's population had jumped to almost 16,000.
Ybor City grew and prospered during the first decades of the 20th Century. Thousands of residents built a community that combined Cuban, Spanish, Italian, and Jewish culture. "Ybor City is Tampa's Spanish India," observed a visitor to the area, "What a colorful, screaming, shrill, and turbulent world."
Circulo Cubano de Tampa, one of Ybor City's social clubs
An aspect of life were the mutual aid societies built and sustained mainly by ordinary citizens. These clubs were founded in Ybor's early days (the first was the Centro Español, established in 1891) and were run on dues collected from their members, usually 5% of a member's salary. In exchange, members and their whole family received services including free libraries, educational programs, sports teams, restaurants, numerous social functions like dances and picnics, and free medical services. Beyond the services, these clubs served as extended families and communal gathering places for generations of Ybor's citizens.
There were clubs for each ethnic division in the community – the Deutscher-Americaner Club (for German and eastern Europeans), L'Unione Italiana (for Italians), El Circulo Cubano (for light-skinned Cubans), La Union Marti-Maceo (for darker-skinned Cubans), El Centro Español (for Spaniards), and the largest, El Centro Asturiano, which accepted members from any ethnic group[20]
Although there was little racism in Ybor City, Tampa's Jim Crow laws at the time forbade Afro-Cubans from belonging to the same social organization as their lighter-skinned countrymen. Sometimes, differences in skin color within the same family made joining the same Cuban club impossible. In general, the rivalries between all the clubs were friendly, and families were known to switch affiliations depending on which one offered preferred services and events.
Cigar production reached its peak in 1929, when 500 million cigars were rolled in the factories of Ybor City. Not coincidentally, that was also the year that the Great Depression began.
In the early 1980s, an influx of artists seeking interesting and inexpensive studio quarters started a slow recovery, followed by a period of commercial gentrification. By the early 1990s, many of the old long-empty brick buildings on 7th Avenue had been converted into bars, restaurants, nightclubs, and other nightlife attractions.Traffic grew so much that the city built parking garages and closed 7th Ave. to traffic to deal with the visitors.
Cigar making display, Ybor City Museum State Park
Since around 2000, the city of Tampa and the Ybor City Chamber of Commerce have encouraged a broader emphasis in development. With financial help from the city, Centro Ybor, a family-oriented shopping complex and movie theater, opened in the former home of the Centro Español social club.
The Florida Brewing Company building was restored into a commercial building in 2001. New apartments, condominiums and a hotel have been built on long-vacant lots, and old buildings have been restored and converted into residences and hotels. New residents began moving into Ybor City for the first time in many years. The blocks surrounding 7th Avenue also thrive with restaurants, nightlife and shopping. Reflecting the district's status as a party destination, Ybor City is referenced extensively in the lyrics of Brooklyn-based rock band The Hold Steady. The song "Killer Parties", for instance, contains the line "Ybor City is très speedy, but they throw such killer parties." In May 2009 Swedish super-retailer IKEA opened its long-awaited Tampa location in the southern edge of Ybor City.
The local museum is the Ybor City Museum State Park in the former Ferlita Bakery building (originally La Joven Francesca) building on 9th Avenue. Tours of the gardens and the "casitas" (small homes of cigar company workers) are provided by a ranger. Exhibits, period photos and a video cover the founding of Ybor City and the cigar making industry.
Credit for the data above is given to the following website:
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ybor_City
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