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"Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away." Anonymous.
I had explored and decided the composition the day before. I got up at 4 am and arrived before 5 am but I found the door already full of people waiting. I placed myself first with dissimulation and waited for several minutes to enter. I started to walk fast and ... then those who entered behind me began to run, but I ran faster however dark it might be. I was the first one to reach the lake, placed my tripod and enjoyed in solitude such a stunning place for a few minutes, finally the crowd got there and surrounded me completely.
The sunrise show begins at Angkor Wat! Many emotions and hundreds of images of which some of them ended up becoming one of the photos that I had always dreamed of taking.
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"La vida no se mide por el número de veces que respiramos, sino por los lugares e instantes que nos quitan la respiración." Anónimo.
Explorar y decidir la composición el día antes. Levantarme a las 4 de la mañana y llegar antes de las 5 pero encontrarme la puerta ya llena de gente esperando. Ponerme el primero con disimulo. Esperar varios minutos para entrar. Caminar rápido y... que los que entran detrás empiezan a correr, pues yo corro más por muy oscuro que esté. Llegar al lago el primero, colocar el trípode y disfrutar algunos minutos en soledad de semejante lugar antes de que empiece a llegar la multitud que me acabará rodeando por completo.
Empieza el espectáculo del amanecer en Angkor Wat. Muchas emociones y cientos de imágenes de las cuales algunas acaban convirtiéndose en una de las fotos que siempre soñé con hacer.
According to wikipedia;
Saranta Kolones (Forty Columns) castle is a ruined medieval fortress inside the Paphos Archaeological Park and it is located just north of the harbour of Paphos.
It takes its name from the large number of granite columns that were found on the site and probably once formed part of the ancient agora.
Sadly no coloumns left on our visit many years later :0)
The Byzantine castle is believed to have been built at the end of the 7th century AD to protect the port and the city of Nea Pafos from Arab raids and later remodeled by the Lusignans. The Fortress had a three-metre thick wall with four huge corner towers and another four intermediary towers along the joining walls and moat surrounding the castle. Access was across a wooden bridge spanning the moat. The square courtyard measured 35 metres long by 35 metres wide, with a tower at each corner. The main entrance was through a fifth, horseshoe-shaped tower on the east side. Destroyed by an earthquake in 1222, the castle was subsequently abandoned.
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The Old Man and the Dog
By Catherine Moore
"Watch out! You nearly broad sided that car!" My father yelled at me. "Can't you do anything right?"
Those words hurt worse than blows. I turned my head toward the elderly man in the seat beside me, daring me to challenge him. A lump rose in my throat as I averted my eyes. I wasn't prepared for another battle.
"I saw the car, Dad. Please don't yell at me when I'm driving."
My voice was measured and steady, sounding far calmer than I really felt.
Dad glared at me, then turned away and settled back. At home I left Dad in front of the television and went outside to collect my thoughts. Dark, heavy clouds hung in the air with a promise of rain. The rumble of distant thunder seemed to echo my inner turmoil. What could I do about him?
Dad had been a lumberjack in Washington and Oregon He had enjoyed being outdoors and had reveled in pitting his strength against the forces of nature. He had entered grueling lumberjack competitions, and had placed often.
The shelves in his house were filled with trophies that attested to his powers.
The years marched on relentlessly. The first time he couldn't lift a heavy log, he joked about it; but later that same day I saw him outside alone, straining to lift it. He became irritable whenever anyone teased him about his advancing age, or when he couldn't do something he had done as a younger man.
Four days after his sixty-seventh birthday, he had a heart attack. An ambulance sped him to the hospital while a paramedic administered CPR to keep blood and oxygen flowing.
At the hospital, Dad was rushed into an operating room. He was lucky; he survived... But something inside Dad died. His zest for life was gone He obstinately refused to follow doctor's orders. Suggestions and offers of help were turned aside with sarcasm and insults. The number of visitors thinned, then finally stopped altogether. Dad was left alone.
My husband, Dick, and I asked Dad to come live with us on our small farm. We hoped the fresh air and rustic atmosphere would help him adjust.
Within a week after he moved in, I regretted the invitation. It seemed nothing was satisfactory. He criticized everything I did. I became frustrated and moody. Soon I was taking my pent-up anger out on Dick. We began to bicker and argue..
Alarmed, Dick sought out our pastor and explained the situation. The clergyman set up weekly counseling appointments for us. At the close of each session he prayed, asking God to soothe Dad's
troubled mind.
But the months wore on and God was silent. Something had to be done and it was up to me to do it.
The next day I sat down with the phone book and methodically called each of the mental health clinics listed in the Yellow Pages. I explained my problem to each of the sympathetic voices that answered in vain.
Just when I was giving up hope, one of the voices suddenly exclaimed, "I just read something that might help you! Let me go get the article."
I listened as she read.. The article described a remarkable study done at a nursing home. All of the patients were under treatment for chronic depression. Yet their attitudes had improved dramatically when they were given responsibility for a dog.
I drove to the animal shelter that afternoon. After I filled out a questionnaire, a uniformed officer led me to the kennels. The odor of disinfectant stung my nostrils as I moved down the row of pens. Each contained five to seven dogs. Long-haired dogs, curly-haired dogs, black dogs, spotted dogs all jumped up, trying to reach me. I studied each one but rejected one after the other for various reasons too big, too small, too much hair. As I neared the last pen a dog in the shadows of the far corner struggled to his feet, walked to the front of the run and sat down. It was a pointer, one of the dog world's aristocrats. But this was a caricature of the breed..
Years had etched his face and muzzle with shades of gray. His hipbones jutted out in lopsided triangles. But it was his eyes that caught and held my attention.. Calm and clear, they beheld me unwaveringly.
I pointed to the dog "Can you tell me about him?"
The officer looked, then shook his head in puzzlement. "He's a funny one. Appeared out of nowhere and sat in front of the gate. We brought him in, figuring someone would be right down to claim him. That was two weeks ago and we've heard nothing. His time is up tomorrow.." He gestured helplessly.
As the words sank in I turned to the man in horror. "You mean you're going to kill him?"
"Ma'am," he said gently, "that's our policy. We don't have room for every unclaimed dog."
I looked at the pointer again. The calm brown eyes awaited my decision. "I'll take him," I said..
I drove home with the dog on the front seat beside me. When I reached the house I honked the horn twice. I was helping my prize out of the car when Dad shuffled onto the front porch. "Ta-da! Look what I got for you, Dad!" I said excitedly.
Dad looked, then wrinkled his face in disgust. "If I had wanted a dog I would have gotten one. And I would have picked out a better specimen than that bag of bones. Keep it! I don't want it" Dad waved his arm scornfully and turned back toward the house.
Anger rose inside me It squeezed together my throat muscles and pounded into my temples. "You'd better get used to him, Dad. He's staying!"
Dad ignored me. "Did you hear me, Dad?" I screamed.
At those words Dad whirled angrily, his hands clenched at his sides, his eyes narrowed and blazing with hate.
We stood glaring at each other like duelists, when suddenly the pointer pulled free from my grasp. He wobbled toward my dad and sat down in front of him. Then slowly, carefully, he raised his paw.
Dad's lower jaw trembled as he stared at the uplifted paw. Confusion replaced the anger in his eyes. The pointer waited patiently. Then Dad was on his knees hugging the animal.
It was the beginning of a warm and intimate friendship. Dad named the pointer Cheyenne. Together he and Cheyenne explored the community. They spent long hours walking down dusty lanes. They spent reflective moments on the banks of streams, angling for tasty trout. They even started to attend Sunday services together, Dad sitting in a pew and Cheyenne lying quietly at his feet.
Dad and Cheyenne were inseparable throughout the next three years. Dad's bitterness faded, and he and Cheyenne made many friends. Then late one night I was startled to feel Cheyenne's cold nose burrowing through our bed covers. He had never before come into our bedroom at night. I woke Dick, put on my robe and ran into my father's room. Dad lay in his bed, his face serene. But his spirit had left quietly sometime during the night.
Two days later my shock and grief deepened when I discovered Cheyenne lying dead beside Dad's bed.. I wrapped his still form in the rag rug he had slept on. As Dick and I buried him near a favorite fishing hole, I silently thanked the dog for the help he had given me in restoring Dad's peace of mind.
The morning of Dad's funeral dawned overcast and dreary. This day looks like the way I feel, I thought, as I walked down the aisle to the pews reserved for family. I was surprised to see the many friends Dad and Cheyenne had made filling the church. The pastor began his eulogy. It was a tribute to both Dad and the dog who had changed his life. And then the pastor turned to Hebrews 13:2. "Do not neglect to show hospitality to strangers, for by this some have entertained angels without knowing it."
"I've often thanked God for sending that angel," he said.
For me, the past dropped into place, completing a puzzle that I had not seen before: the sympathetic voice that had just read the right article....
Cheyenne 's unexpected appearance at the animal shelter. .. ..his calm acceptance and complete devotion to my father. . and the proximity of their deaths. And suddenly I understood. I knew that God had answered my prayers after all.
Only because I like Cookie and she asked so nicely...
1. I recently measured myself and I'm 5'6"...after years of being a little over 5'4".
2. I gave blood yesterday.
3. I love Los Angeles deeply..in my mind it's a twinkly boozy extension of Disneyland.
4. I've been vegetarian for almost 10 years.
5. Donna Dangerpaws is my bowling name.
6. I've been to Wittenberg, Germany where Martin Luther nailed the 95 theses to a church door.
7. I wasn't baptised.
8. I graduated cum laude..just regular cum laude.
9. I'm pretty sure I decided to apply to NYU to be near a boy.
10. I've never spent more than 3$ on a handbag or purse. (I carry a LeSportSac I've had since I was 6)
11. I could teach you darkroom-based photography.
12. I keep change in a coffee can.
13. I make a zine (want one? send me a dollar)
14. I love Crass. So much.
15. I have TMJ.
16. I fell through thin ice once. Not all the way, just one leg.
Having weighed, measured and photo ID'd this male smooth snake (Coronella austriaca) as part of an ongoing licensed study I took one last photo of it before it slithered into the cover of some deep heather.
The idiom "behind the 8 ball" means to be in a difficult situation, at a disadvantage, or in a tight spot.
Its origin is widely believed to come from the game of pool or billiards, specifically referring to a challenging position on the table.
In pool, the 8-ball is typically the last ball to be pocketed. If your cue ball (the white ball you hit) is "behind" or blocked by the 8-ball, it makes it extremely difficult to make a legal shot on your intended object ball.
You cannot hit the 8-ball first if it's not the legal ball to hit. This leaves you with limited or no good options, putting you at a significant disadvantage.
The phrase has been in use since at least the early 20th century, with some sources tracing its first appearance to around 1923.
The idiom "Batman behind the 8 ball" means you're about to get hit in the face with an 8 ball.
Its origin is widely believed to come from the game of pool or billiards, specifically referring to people who resist Batman's interrogations in pool halls.
In pool, the 8-ball is made from phenolic resin, a material known for its exceptional durability, hardness, consistent density, resistance to impact, and ability to maintain its shine and precision over a long period (often decades).
Batman has been measured with a pitching meter throwing balls at 140+ mph. A Batman thrown 8 ball hitting a face results in everyone else in the pool hall quickly offering whatever information they have.
You cannot hit the 8-ball first if it's not the legal ball to hit, but Batman can hit you with the 8 ball any time he likes.
Because he's Batman.
The phrase "Batman behind the 8 ball" has been in use since the first criminal bloke was carted out of a pool hall on a stretcher.
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A year of the shows and performers of the Bijou Planks Theater.
Imaginext
DC Super Friends
Batman
2008, Fisher-Price
Another fine Bijou Planks entry from Grab Bag #131!
a beautiful balance between mind, body and soul measured in tender peaceful moments.
Melanie Koulouris
Color Temperature measured at 5,560°K
This started out as a panorama, but I cropped it.
A gentle reminder about copyright and intellectual property-
Ⓒ Cassidy Photography (All images in this Flickr portfolio)
For my video: youtu.be/VdGoMzNczTE?si=LOBFHNPJtA22M7Xn
All-British Field Meet,
VanDusen Botanical Garden,
Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada.
The TC Midget was the first postwar MG, and was launched in 1945. It was quite similar to the pre-war TB, sharing the same 1,250 cc (76 cu in) pushrod-OHV engine with a slightly higher compression ratio of 7.4:1 giving 54.5 bhp (40.6 kW) at 5200 rpm. The makers also provided information for several alternative stages of tuning for "specific purposes". The XPAG engine is well known for its tunability. The TC engine was a slightly improved version of the XPAG first introduced to MG in the TB. Notable improvement was through the addition of a hydraulically (oil pressure) adjusted timing chain tensioner. All TCs utilized a (single battery) 12 volt electrical system. All TCs came with 19" Dunlop wire wheels. Automatic mechanical timing advance was built into the ignition distributor.
It was exported to the United States, even though the car was only ever built in right-hand drive. The export version had slightly smaller US specification sealed-beam headlights (7-inch buckets) and twin tail lights, as well as turn signals and chromed front and rear bumpers with over riders.
The body was approximately 4 inches (100 mm) wider than the TB measured at the rear of the doors to give more cockpit space. The overall car width remained the same resulting in narrower running boards with two tread strips as opposed to the previous three. The tachometer was directly in front of the driver, while the speedometer/odometer was on the other side of the dash in front of the passenger, a nod to MG's trials history.
10,001 TCs were produced, from September 1945 (chassis number TC0251) to November 1949 (chassis number TC10251), more than any previous MG model. It cost £527 on the home (UK) market in 1947.
Fuel consumption was 28 mpg‑imp (10.1 L/100 km; 23.3 mpg‑US). Its 0–60 mph time was 22.7 seconds, a respectable performance at the time. A low fuel warning light would glow on the dash to alert the driver.
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Niagara Falls is the collective name for three waterfalls that straddle the international border between Canada and the United States; more specifically, between the province of Ontario and the state of New York. They form the southern end of the Niagara Gorge.
Located on the Niagara River, which drains Lake Erie into Lake Ontario, the combined falls form the highest flow rate of any waterfall in the world that has a vertical drop of more than 165 feet (50 m). Horseshoe Falls is the most powerful waterfall in North America, as measured by vertical height and flow rate. The falls are 17 miles (27 km) north-northwest of Buffalo, New York, and 75 miles (121 km) south-southeast of Toronto, between the twin cities of Niagara Falls, Ontario, and Niagara Falls, New York.
For my video; youtu.be/urXXbeFV16Q
Research ship "Vityaz" was well known as sea laboratory which measured depth of the Marian trench. This window saw 100 ports of 49 countries.
Flickr toys gives us presents a few times each year. These have not been all on Explore. These are my most popular pics that are on flickr. There were many, many more pages because I have over 7000 pics on flickr. For April Fools', this year... I decided that I wanted to display the 4 pages which are my most popular creations and images.
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♡ April Fools' Explore 2012 #1
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1. Megumi, 2. Meg..., 3. Christmas Megumi..., 4. baby Megumi, 5. Megumi's Christmas decorations, 6. Happy Baby Meg..., 7. Cute Meg..., 8. Meg... her special smile,
9. baby Megumi, 10. Singin' & dancin' in the rain..., 11. orchid cactus bloom, 12. There is..., 13. Kindnesses..., 14. Friends... My Special Thank you..., 15. The BEST gifts are tied with "Heartstrings!" {2}, 16. "Let's love so the world can see how much God loves mankind.",
17. "We celebrate the cat by examining its wisdom.", 18. Love is the reason for the Season!, 19. Storing up..., 20. Slow yourself down today, 21. Faith, 22. A good life..., 23. Laughing out loud., 24. Hugs for luvmykatz,
25. "Remember the blessings you receive.", 26. "Excitement is contagious.", 27. Sometimes..., 28. Life is a team sport., 29. Having faith, 30. Silence, 31. Hearty laughter..., 32. Happy people...,
33. Thank you, thank you, thank you..., 34. "We are not capable of perfection; we will make mistakes and hit many false notes.", 35. "If you love what you are doing, you will be successful.", 36. "I can no other answer make, but, thanks, and thanks.", 37. Tapestry, 38. Glistening..., 39. Jerry, 40. “Raindrops are a silent language.”,
41. "Remember the joy and appreciate it.", 42. To Tumbleweed Photography~~Carole~~, 43. Mizunomori (2), 44. "To see a World in a Grain of Sand", 45. "And the world stood still……..", 46. To love what you do..., 47. The Value of Friendship, 48. pink plum... another favorite,
49. Megumi - a happy young girl, 50. "Everything is miraculous.", 51. "Take plenty of time to count your blessings.", 52. Please keep fantartsy JJ's family in your prayers..., 53. "Learn to use your imagination.", 54. Let us form a community of peace..., 55. Megumi in her younger days tried to tell me she was Irish., 56. "Nature thrives on patience; man on impatience.",
57. "Begin tomorrow with too high a spirit to be cumbered with your old nonsense.", 58. "Be happy. It's one way of being wise.", 59. Your hugs..., 60. Happy Birthday Megumi, 61. Standing alone with thoughts of my own, 62. The World, 63. "Let us always meet each other with a smile.", 64. "Seek not outside yourself, heaven is within.",
65. "Successful people make mistakes, but they don't quit.", 66. Christmas angel memories, 67. Love is where the heart is., 68. Hearty laughter..., 69. Youth..., 70. Blossoms..., 71. Today is here..., 72. "Love is nature's way of giving a reason to be living"
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♡ April Fools' Explore 2012 #2
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1. "Strangers are just friends waiting to happen.", 2. Slow down..., 3. Today, I am celebrating my 24th Wedding Anniversary!, 4. "Life is a flower of which love is the honey.", 5. "Think of the blessings we so easily take for granted...", 6. "You are full of promise.", 7. "A friend is the hope of the heart.", 8. Happy Holidays!,
9. Megumi appears in a water drop reflection., 10. "Courage is doing what you are afraid to do.", 11. "As a man is, so he sees.", 12. The Wind, 13. "Think positive... BeCome Aware... Become Cancer Aware...", 14. Spirit, 15. Life is a grand adventure, 16. The BEST gifts are tied with "Heartstrings!" {1},
17. lake view, 18. "I'm thankful for every moment.", 19. Make it Friendly, 20. Absolute honesty, 21. Smiles help me..., 22. "There's always something for which to be thankful.", 23. WALTZ OF THE BUTTERFLIES, 24. "Bloom where you're planted.",
25. Good friends always remain in your heart., 26. "Dreams are the touchstones of our character.", 27. Living with nature, 28. God's handiwork, 29. a friend..., 30. Megumi, 31. "The power from God keeps us young.", 32. The UPLOOK,
33. Taking time for love, 34. Happy Birthday Ron [(aka) Franomilano], 35. Smiling in the sunshine comforts the soul., 36. Hugs are contagious!, 37. Megumi says "Happy Birthday Mama...", 38. We have all..., 39. "Life is short. Be swift to love; make haste to be kind.", 40. "To have joy, one must share it.",
41. Happy Birthday Joy!, 42. It's the love that counts., 43. A New Happy Ending, 44. "Wherever your heart is, that is where you'll find your treasure.", 45. Find the finest joy, 46. Prayers for Joyce's recovery... an update..., 47. Winds of Change ~ a slide show with music, 48. "Who rises from prayer a better man, his prayer is answered.",
49. Isn't it splendid..., 50. Celebrating God's Glorious Creation, 51. Thank you for my Happy Birthday wishes..., 52. Spiritual rewards, 53. the cherry promenade, 54. A New Day (a slideshow with music), 55. "Smile to feel healthier.", 56. Now... a season for treasured memories!,
57. Thank you flickr friends... 70,710 views..., 58. Twenty-three years ago today changed my life!, 59. Quiet moments, 60. When you wish upon a star..., 61. "All life lies ahead and every road leads home.", 62. "Your greatness is measured by your horizons.", 63. "Those who bring sunshine to the lives of others cannot keep it from themselves.", 64. "Share your faith with a friend.",
65. "I'm thankful for every moment.", 66. "Remember to thank God for each and every day.", 67. "Weave in faith and God will find the thread.", 68. Thanks for laughing along with me., 69. Believe in yourself, 70. Happy Thanksgiving!, 71. Fluffy petals for awareness..., 72. When is the best time to apologize?
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♡ April Fools' Explore 2012 #3
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1. Feelings..., 2. Blueberry as a classy lookin' cowgirl kitty..., 3. "Some say love it is a hunger", 4. We turn not older with years, but newer everyday., 5. Happy Birthday Megumi! She is 5 years old!, 6. Daily situations reveal our love of life., 7. Seeds of kindness, 8. beautiful flowering peach blossoms,
9. "When I look to the sea I see peaceful and powerful infinity.", 10. "The sea continues to feed our spiritual need for adventure into the unknown.", 11. "All of our loves are first loves.", 12. "It is in their eyes that their magic resides.", 13. "Embracing life is a choice.", 14. Celebrate!, 15. Let's Celebrate!, 16. A choice...,
17. "Watching the sunset is an eye-catching memory.", 18. "Each day is a gift we can share with those around us.", 19. It takes a lifetime..., 20. "Prayer is the voice of faith.", 21. A flickr's Valentine's Day Celebration Equation, 22. "Love is the beauty of each day.", 23. Live for Today, 24. Megumi understands the meaning of October & BCA do you?,
25. "A Mama shares her love with her baby.", 26. "Nature is my medicine.", 27. Happy Holidays from our home to yours..., 28. When you least expect it, miracles seem to happen., 29. The joy of life, 30. New Year's Wish (1), 31. Applaud..., 32. Livestrong Flickr 2007 - come and join the cause!,
33. “Joy in looking and comprehending is nature's most beautiful gift.”, 34. "Pray so that there is a real continuity between your prayer and your whole actual life.", 35. Happy 40th Anniversary Mike and Joyce (aka) fantartsy JJ, 36. Jen's update... please keep the prayers coming..., 37. "Everyday is the chance of a lifetime.", 38. "Look at everything as though you are seeing it fresh with wonder.", 39. "The love of family is life's greatest blessing.", 40. "God is abundant in love.",
41. Pink Ribbons in M is for Mammogram, 42. Hugs of kindness..., 43. Why me?, 44. Isn't it time..., 45. Goodness..., 46. "Friends help you collect memories.", 47. "Friends that love us always count.", 48. a friend's kitten,
49. "Whoever is happy will make others happy, too.", 50. Wings of love, 51. What makes Christmas?, 52. Tomorrow is a new day..., 53. "The world is charged with the grandeur of God.", 54. Soon... It's my Anniversary..., 55. "Some say love it is a river", 56. Our Christmas cake...,
57. Megumi as such a young girl..., 58. Moments..., 59. A Happy Ending..., 60. "A sailor's joys are as simple as a child's.", 61. Vivsirena (aka) Vivian is back! Send her some love!, 62. "And let us consider how we may spur one another on toward love and good deeds.", 63. "If each moment is sacred..., 64. Thank you flickr friends... you are wonderful!,
65. Happy Halloween from Sock Monkeys in Japan!, 66. Good Morning Sunshine!, 67. Beauty..., 68. Rock-'n-Roll Meg, 69. THANKSGIVING PRAYER, 70. Keep Vivsirena (aka) Vivian in your prayers, 71. Megumi's Christmases ~ a slide show with music, 72. "Make your life a celebration with prayer."
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♡ April Fools' Explore 2012 #4
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1. "Nothing so gentle is real strength.", 2. "It takes a great man to be a good listener.", 3. "Then our attitudes make us.", 4. "One is nearer God's Heart in a garden", 5. The tea treats are ready..., 6. The little things in life..., 7. This seems only like yesterday..., 8. "Our peace is in our place.",
9. A Happy Valentine's Day Teatime!, 10. Create a moment to smile!, 11. Count your Blessings..., 12. The longer..., 13. The Wisdom to Laugh, 14. New Year's Wishes, 15. Prayers for: vivsirena's husband, Bobby, 16. "I never think of the future. It comes soon enough.",
17. "To understand a cat...", 18. "I know her Mama was kissing Megumi Claus underneath the mistletoe...", 19. Was my photo debut a success? Was it? I'm such a handsome looking duck!, 20. Listening, 21. Megumi... as a baby girl, 22. Tracy, Hope this brightens your day., 23. He inspired me., 24. Remember to always believe.,
25. Find a new friend... they are your treasures., 26. For Our 21st Anniversary ~ my Husband & I, 27. Megumi's little girl smile, 28. The Japanese green tea is ready!, 29. Sharing..., 30. Heartfelt moments..., 31. "Cats have a way of speaking without words.", 32. "Success is in the cherry words you speak.",
33. Welcome Home Jen!, 34. "Knowledge helps create a dream for success.", 35. The Fountain of Youth, 36. "God gives us supplies of His power that will never run out.", 37. "Sunshine is a little piece of quietness.", 38. Live in the light of prayer., 39. "There's something good in every day.", 40. "A dog is the only thing on earth that loves you more than he loves himself.",
41. - Trick or Treat -, 42. "The smallest feline is a masterpiece.", 43. "The language of friendship is not words but meanings.", 44. "Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand", 45. "If you want to be rich, be kind.", 46. "Today and everyday, remember to share hugs where ever you go.", 47. "Love's the thing.", 48. Shared strength,
49. Megumi - a Christmas ornament, 50. Please keep Jen in your prayers... the daughter of Fantartsy JJ, 51. "A ship sails the horizon...", 52. "To live each moment is to succeed.", 53. Merry Christmas from Megumi, 54. "The giving of love is an education in itself.", 55. "Never question God's great love.", 56. Mother -- A Blessing,
57. "As the rain dropping from the sky wends its way... who is supreme?", 58. Megumi's smile, 59. Megumi's moment, 60. "Kindness is tenderness.", 61. "A friend hears the song in my heart.", 62. "The simple news that nature told with tender majesty.", 63. "As Jesus stepped into the garden, you were in His prayers.", 64. "The only good advice is a good example.",
65. Happy Birthday ~ Fred the Man, 66. "True friends are magical.", 67. Happy Mother's Day, 68. "Life is real!", 69. Count your blessings., 70. Megumi's eyes... check her out..., 71. The Sock Monkeys in Japan celebrate Christmas Day, 72. Loving heart
Intimacy is never private when power watches.
By the time a week had passed, whispers moved faster than freight.
Not about the Pale Hour anymore. About Marin. About Tamsin.
On the spans, crews traded glances when Marin walked Tamsin’s line. In the casino, dealers measured her with eyes that had never bothered before. Even in the Old Port, where Ravenwood’s reach was more rumor than rule, the word carried: the Pale Hour stray hadn’t just survived—she’d been claimed.
Some called it weakness. Others called it strategy. No one said it too loud.
Vivienne said nothing at all. She didn’t need to. But the captains noticed. The House always notices when someone who should have been ash instead carries fire.
A courier approached Marin in the lounge, all polished words and feigned curiosity.
“Strange, isn’t it? How quickly some find favor.”
A floor lieutenant asked Tamsin, pointed, if she was “training her stray to run ledgers now.”
Even Omalley sent a message through the Crimson Alcove network to the Guild: If Vivienne hasn’t cut her loose, she must be useful. I’ll keep watching.
Marin felt the eyes on her everywhere. Not blades at her back—worse. Weighing. Judging. Waiting.
One night, as they walked the catwalk above the freight lines, Marin finally said it.
“They think I’m the handle they can use to move you.”
Tamsin didn’t slow. “Let them.”
Marin looked at her, startled. Tamsin’s jaw tightened, eyes forward. “They’re not wrong. You are. To me. You can move me. I would do anything for you. Which makes you dangerous. But it also makes you mine.”
She glanced at Marin then, sharp, fierce. “And if anyone in this city wants to test that, they’ll learn what steel does to knives that strike it.”
For a long moment, only the hum of the rails answered. Then Marin’s hand slipped into hers, not hidden this time. Below them, the city kept watching. Above them, the Ravenwood kept silent. And silence, in that House, was the closest thing to a declaration.
The test came sooner than either expected. In the Old Port, always the Old Port—too far from the Ravenwood floor, too close to the fringe union fuckery that never quite burned out.
They were halfway across a scaffolding when the trap closed. Three men stepped from the cargo stacks—faces Marin half-recognized from the shadows of old strikes, the kind of men who never forgot where the chalk once marked. Not loyalists. Opportunists.
“Well,” one drawled, gaze sliding between them, “if it isn’t Ravenwood’s newest pet. Or is she more than that?”
Tamsin shifted, stormcoat falling open just enough to show the arc cutter at her side. “If you’re looking for a fight, you should’ve brought better company.”
The man smirked. “Not looking for a fight. Just curious. How much of your leash does Ravenwood hold these days? Enough to keep your stray alive?”
Every word was bait. Every move a test. Before Tamsin could answer, Marin stepped forward. Voice steady. “If you’re curious, test me. Not her.”
The silence that followed was sharp as broken glass. Then one lunged.
Tamsin’s cutter was half-drawn, but Marin was already moving—ducking, redirecting, slamming his wrist into the rail with a crack that echoed across the scaffolds. Shock carried her through until he was on his knees, blade skittering away.
The others hesitated. Tamsin’s arc of light made the decision for them. The air stank of ozone, and the challengers scattered into the Old Port.
For a moment only the hum of steel filled the silence. Marin’s chest heaved, her palms stung, but she stayed upright.
Tamsin stared at her, unreadable. Then, slowly, she sheathed the cutter. “You just painted a target on your back.”
Marin met her eyes. “Better mine than yours.”
Something fierce flickered there. Tamsin’s hand came up, gripping Marin’s shoulder, pulling her close until their foreheads touched. Not a kiss. But a vow. “You’re mine,” she growled. “And no one touches what’s mine.”
Above them, freight rolled. Below them, whispers were already starting. The challenge hadn’t weakened them. It had announced them.
Word reached Vivienne before dawn. It always did. Six versions of the same story: Marin, the Pale Hour stray, had stood her ground under Tamsin’s eye and walked away breathing.
By the time they stepped back onto the casino floor that night, the House was already watching. Dealers tracked them with the same attention they gave loaded dice. Captains traded murmurs like wagers.
Vivienne sat in the overlook. She didn’t call them up. She didn’t need to. The casino itself carried her silence down the stairs—the lights humming softer, the air shifting. Even Tamsin felt it.
Only when they passed beneath did Vivienne rise. No speech. No decree. Just a step forward, her crimson coat catching the light. Her eyes found Marin first, then Tamsin. Measured them both. Held them in a stillness that weighed heavier than words.
Then Vivienne inclined her head once. Precise. Controlled. Approval.
The casino breathed again. Music resumed. Dice rattled. The House carried on.
But the message was carved in the marrow of everyone present: Marin was no longer a stray. She was Ravenwood. Not because Tamsin had claimed her. Because Vivienne had.
Later, in the quiet of Tamsin’s quarters, Marin whispered, “She saw us.”
Tamsin’s mouth twisted, not quite a smile. “She always did.”
And in that unspoken permission, their bond became more than personal. It became part of the Ravenwood itself.
Tamsin and Marin will be back later this season with their wedding at Club ARGENT. Watch for it!
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The Ash-Born Part 1: Proof of Use
The Ash-Born Part 2: Proof of Silence
The Ash-Born Part 3: Proof of Measure
The Ash-Born Part 4: Proof of Fire
Shinnecock Reservation: L.I., NY: Labour Day Powwow, September 2006.
Shinnecock Tribe
Rte 27-A, Montauk Hwy
Southhampton, NY 111968
631-283-6143
State recognized; (no BIA office liason - seriously ridiculous!)
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Shinnecock Indian Nation: An Ancient History and Culture.
Since the beginning, Shinnecock time has been measured in moons and seasons, and the daily lives of our people revolved around the land and the waters surrounding it. Our earliest history was oral, passed down by word of mouth from generation to generation, and as far back as our collective memory can reach, we are an Algonquin people who have forever lived along the shores of Eastern Long Island.
Scientists say we came here on caribou hunts when the land was covered with ice. But our creation story says we were born here; that we are the human children of the goddess who descended from the sky. It was she, the story goes, who caused the land to form beneath her feet from the back of Great Turtle, deer to spring forth from her fingertips; bear to roar into awakening, wolf to prowl on the first hunt. It was she who filled the sky with birds, made the land to blossom and the ponds and bays to fill with fish and mollusks. And when all was done, the Shinnecock, the People of the Shore, appeared in this lush terrain. We are still here.
As coastal dwellers, we continue to prize the bounty of the sea, the shellfish, the scaly fish, which for thousands of years provided the bulk of our diet. We were whalers, challenging the mighty Atlantic from our dugout canoes long before the arrival of the big ships, long before the whaling industry flourished in the 19th century.
In the 1700's, we became noted among the northeastern coastal tribes for our fine beads made from the Northern quahog clam and whelk shells. The Dutch, who arrived on our shores before the English, turned our beads (wampum) into the money system for the colonies.
The Shinnecock Nation is among the oldest self-governing tribes of Indians in the United States and has been a state-recognized tribe for over 200 years. In 1978, we applied for Federal Recognition, and in 2003, we were placed on the Bureau of Indian Affairs' "Ready for Active" list.
Traditionally, decisions concerning the welfare of the tribe were made by consensus of adult male members. Seeking to shortcut the consensus process in order to more easily facilitate the acquisition of Indian lands, the Town of Southampton devised a three member trustee system for the Shinnecock people. This system of tribal government was approved by the New York State legislature in February of 1792. Since April 3, 1792, Shinnecock Indians have gone to the Southampton Town Hall the first Tuesday after the first Monday in April to elect three tribal members to serve a one- year term as Trustees. In April of 2007, the Shinnecock Indian Nation exercised its sovereign right as an ancient Indian Nation and returned to one of its basic Traditions: it bypassed the Southampton Town Hall and for the first time since 1792 held its leadership elections at home, where they will remain.
The Trustee system, however, did not then and does not now circumvent the consensus process, which still remains the governing process of the Shinnecock Indian Nation. Major decisions concerning the tribe are voted yea or nay by all eligible adult members, including women, who gained the right to vote in the mid-1990s. Also in that period, the Shinnecock Nation installed a Tribal Council, a 13 member body elected for two years terms. The Council is an advisory body to the Board of Trustees.
Today, we number over 1300 people, more than 600 of whom reside on the reservation adjacent to the Town of Southampton on the East End of Long Island. While our ancestral lands have dwindled over the centuries from a territory stretching at least from what is known today as the Town of Easthampton and westward to the eastern border of the Town of Brookhaven, we still hold on to approximately 1200 acres.
With modest resources, we have managed to build a community to help us better meet the demands of an ever expanding and intrusive world. In addition to the Shinnecock Presbyterian church building and its Manse, our infrastructure includes a tribal community center, a shellfish hatchery, a health and dental center, a family preservation and Indian education center, a museum, and playgrounds for our children. Also on our list of recent achievements is the design and development of an official Shinnecock Indian Nation flag and an official seal.
Our skilled craftspeople and fine artists find employment within the Tribe as well as the surrounding area. The number of tribal members holding advanced degrees in law, business, medicine, social sciences and liberal arts continues to grow, and tribal members hold positions of responsibility in all areas, including teaching, banking and counseling, both within and outside the Shinnecock community.
One of the earliest forms of economic development that the Shinnecock Nation undertook was to lease Reservation acreage to local area farmers for their crops, mainly potatoes and corn. While the project did bring in a small income for the Tribe, the resulting damages from pesticides leaking into the ground water and polluting our drinking water supply were enormous. We had great expectations for our shellfish hatchery (Oyster Project) but brown tide and general pollution forced it to close before it had the chance to develop into the business enterprise it was planned to be. In the summer of 2005, the Tribe began reseeding parts of its waterways with oysters, and celebrated a renewal harvest of Shinnecock chunkoo oysters at the Tribal Thanksgiving Dinner, November 2006.
At the present moment, the Shinnecock annual Powwow is the economic development project of record for the Shinnecock Nation. Revived in 1946 as a benefit for our church, the Powwow has evolved into an event that hosts thousands of visitors. But we are at the mercy of the weather. For the past two years, rainstorms have forced us to drastically revise our budgeting plans. We are now exploring Indian Gaming as a means of attaining the much needed self-sufficiency that will enable us to perform the sacred duties laid out for us by the Ancestors — to protect, manage and maintain the Shinnecock Indian Nation.
By Bevy Deer Jensen
Shinnecock Nation Communications Officer
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For more information on the Shinnecock Nation, please visit: www.shinnecocknation.com/
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photography: a. golden, eyewash design, c. 2006.
Hummingbirds are among the smallest of birds, most species measuring 7.5–13 cm (3–5 in) in length. Indeed, the smallest extant bird species is a hummingbird, the 5 cm (2.0 in) bee hummingbird weighing less than 2.0 g (0.07 oz).
They are known as hummingbirds because of the humming sound created by their beating wings which flap at high frequencies audible to humans. They hover in mid-air at rapid wing-flapping rates, which vary from around 12 beats per second in the largest species, to more than 80 in some of the smallest. Of those species that have been measured in wind tunnels, their top speed exceeds 15 m/s (54 km/h; 34 mph) and some species can dive at speeds in excess of 22 m/s (79 km/h; 49 mph).
Hummingbirds have the highest metabolism of any homeothermic animal. To conserve energy when food is scarce, and nightly when not foraging, they can go into torpor, a state similar to hibernation, slowing metabolic rate to 1/15th of its normal rate.
(Wikipedia)
(Nikon D500, 300/4.0 + TC 1.4, 1/1250 @ f/5.6, ISO 180)
"Can knowledge be measured" is what the text says in Swedish.
On the other side of the ruler the text says "a small country needs big knowledge". I ruler I got from the teachers' union some years ago.
For Scavenge Challenge - weights and measures.
Frog measured 18mm. It gets it poison by feeding from a species of mite.
Photo taken in the wild.
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The Rhine Falls (Rheinfall in German) is the largest plain waterfall in Europe.
The falls are located on the High Rhine between the municipalities of Neuhausen am Rheinfall and Laufen-Uhwiesen, near the town of Schaffhausen in northern Switzerland, between the cantons of Schaffhausen and Zürich. They are 150 m (450 ft) wide and 23 m (75 ft) high. In the winter months, the average water flow is 250 m³/s, while in the summer, the average water flow is 700 m³/s. The highest flow ever measured was 1,250 m³/s in 1965; and the lowest, 95 m³/s in 1921.
The falls cannot be climbed by fish, except by eels that are able to worm their way up over the rocks.
More info and source Wikipedia
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February 3rd. So, the thing about abstract photography is that the title is also important to make a statement, don't you think. It can also be helpful in giving a clue as to the subject. Hope you've got it! ( bit hungover today, grown up wine tasting turned into wig wearing, just dance fest. Oh dear)
Thirty-fifth in the series ‘Wild Bonsai’, this tree is 39 inches (1.0m) in height and perhaps 300 years old. (Yes, that’s her photobombing sister-tree, Wild Bonsai 29, waving at you in the background.)
'Wild Bonsai is a numbered collection of photos of naturally occurring bristlecones (p. longaeva) generally less than five feet in height (1.5m) and - as nearly as I can estimate - between fifty and five-hundred years old - some much older. Most will have sprouted and survived in tiny cracks and crevices or miniature basins of sand and gravel. Shaped by the elements, flourishing tenaciously in the most minimalist of conditions, their lives are measured not in the millennia of more robust bristlecones, but in centuries...often mere decades.
'Duality", the cover photo for this album, is to me a matriarch of sorts and will remain unnumbered as a small token of a deeply intuitive and unapologetic respect that remains as transcendent and mysterious to me as it may seem odd to others. The essay that accompanies 'Duality' could, in many ways, apply as well to any other tree I may post in this series.
A perspective: Housed in the Tokyo Imperial Palace, the fifth oldest living cultivated bonsai in the world is something over 500 years old and is a designated National Treasure of Japan.
At kilometre post 25.0, the distance measured from the junction of the Schwarzbach Valley main line at Meckesheim, DB V200 033 heads through Babstadt station working RE4839 14:34 from Mannheim Hbf on 29th September 2007. This was during the "Über'n Buckel" ("Over the Hump") Plandampf and heritage traction event, shortly before the electrification of this route via the Elsenz Valley. This entailed a mad dash from the car to 'grab' this shot with no time to spare, hence the railway distance post so close to the locomotive, but it leaves now doubt in the mind exactly where it was taken!
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"Life Is Not Measured By the Number of Breaths We Take, But By the Moments That Take Our Breath Away." Having this moment, this morning at sunrise, in absolute solitude and silence took my breath away.
Location: Elk Lake, Oregon
Elevation: 4,882'
Temperature: 3 F / -16 C
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As I told in this post: flic.kr/p/2o59e2V I headed to Ayer right after work on Friday in hopes of catching that M427 with the epic EMD consist that was all the rage coming down from Rigby on Thursday.
After getting that fabulous and classic Pan Am shot I heard that an EDPO freight was somewhere around Gardner headed eastbound so I went west to intercept. I just missed them out by Wachusett station so headed over to North Leominster after hearing they'd be holding out of the station due to needing to walk by some high wide loads on the head end (plate steel on flats headed to Bath Iron Works on the Rockland Branch).
Here they are holding out just east of the station with a four unit consist of Pan Am C40-8s in perfect light, but naturally the two nicely painted Pan Am blue units were trailing...Strike 3!
Here is MEC 7595 starting to pull just west of the station on Main 1 at about MP 325.1 / MP 45.1 on Pan Am's Freight Main / MBTA Keolis Fitchburg Route Main as measured from Mattawamkeag and North Station respectively. Conductor Mark Ziko is on the ground to eyeball the wide loads to ensure they clear the high level platform that has been folded up to permit their passage.
Leominster, Massachusetts
Friday December 9, 2022
“Life is not measured by the number of breaths you take buy by the moments that take your breath away.”
― Maya Angelou
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Yosemite Falls is the highest measured waterfall in North America. Located in Yosemite National Park in the Sierra Nevada mountains of California. (Wikipedia)
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753 miles measured from my home in Chicagoland. Here we are on the old Milwaukee Road Aberdeen Division between Roscoe and Gretna. This is one lucky portion of the Milwaukee’s reach towards the Pacific Coast that was saved way back in the 1980s, and still hosts a little traffic on the BNSF nowadays.
For the first time, astronomers have measured and mapped polarized X-rays from the remains of an exploded star, using NASA’s Imaging X-ray Polarimetry Explorer (IXPE). The findings, which come from observations of a stellar remnant called Cassiopeia A, shed new light on the nature of young supernova remnants, which accelerate particles close to the speed of light.
Launched on Dec. 9, 2021, IXPE, a collaboration between NASA and the Italian Space Agency, is the first satellite that can measure the polarization of X-ray light with this level of sensitivity and clarity.
All forms of light – from radio waves to gamma rays – can be polarized. Unlike the polarized sunglasses we use to cut the glare from sunlight bouncing off a wet road or windshield, IXPE’s detectors maps the tracks of incoming X-ray light. Scientists can use these individual track records to figure out the polarization, which tells the story of what the X-rays went through.
Cassiopeia A (Cas A for short) was the first object IXPE observed after it began collecting data. One of the reasons Cas A was selected is that its shock waves – like a sonic boom generated by a jet – are some of the fastest in the Milky Way. The shock waves were generated by the supernova explosion that destroyed a massive star after it collapsed. Light from the blast swept past Earth more than three hundred years ago.
This composite image shows the Cas A supernova remnant, a structure resulting from the explosion of a star in the Cassiopeia constellation. The blues represent data from the Chandra Observatory, the turquoise is from NASA's Imaging X-ray Polarimetry Explorer (called IXPE), and the gold is courtesy of the Hubble Telescope.
Image credit: X-ray: Chandra: NASA/CXC/SAO, IXPE: NASA/MSFC/J. Vink et al.; Optical: NASA/STScI
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I stood there longer than planned, watching the sea pretend it was calm. It wasn’t. Waves crash, retreat, argue with mossy rocks but long exposure has a funny way of making chaos look polite.
While waiting for the light to soften, a thought kept circling in my head: who has measured the waters in the hollow of his hand, but Him? The sea looked vast, yet somehow… contained, measured.
This print works well where silence is needed—homes, offices, restaurants that want calm without saying “calm” out loud.
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53cm or 21 inches measured on the patio table and it's still snowing...
Between 10pm and 9:45am, overnight, this much snow fell, a big snow event in a short period of time...
It was all hands on deck to shovel the driveway, with a shout out to the two neighbours with snow blowers who cleared the sidewalk and the end of the driveway...
Just a little bit of winter fun in the snow to make you smile...
Have a nice day! I'm heading outside to shovel the new large snowbank at the end of the driveway. :-)
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My contribution to Macro Mondays challenge, "Redux 2019", on 30 December 2019. The grimy marks attest to the ruler's many years of use for mapping and engineering design.
Scientific research has explored grounding for inflammation, cardiovascular disease, muscle damage, chronic pain, and mood.
The central theory from one review studyTrusted Source is that grounding affects the living matrix, which is the central connector between living cells.
Electrical conductivity exists within the matrix that functions as an immune system defense, similar to antioxidants. They believe that through grounding, the natural defenses of the body can be restored. Further research expands on this idea.
In a small studyTrusted Source on grounding and heart health, 10 healthy participants were grounded using patches on the palms of their hands and soles of their feet.
Blood measurements were taken before and after grounding to determine any changes in red blood cell fluidity, which plays a role in heart health. The results indicated significantly less red blood cell clumping after grounding, which suggests benefits for cardiovascular health.
Another slightly larger studyTrusted Source examined the role of grounding on post-exercise muscle damage. Researchers used both grounding patches and mats and measured creatine kinase, white blood cell count, and pain levels before and after grounding.
Blood work indicated that grounding reduced muscle damage and pain in participants. This suggests that grounding may influence healing abilities.
This research is supported by a recent studyTrusted Source on grounding for pain reduction and mood improvement. Sixteen massage therapists alternated between periods of grounding and no grounding.
Before grounding therapy, physical and emotional stress and pain were common side effects of their physically demanding jobs. After the earthing therapy, pain, stress, depression, and fatigue were all reduced among participants.
Most of the studies on grounding are small and rely somewhat on subjective measures, such as self-reported feelings, mood, or even self-administered treatment.
Some studies also rely on blood markers, such as those that detect inflammation, but the size and shortage of these studies suggests that more research is needed.
Types of grounding or earthing
There are many types of grounding. All of them focus on reconnecting yourself to the earth. This can be done through either direct or indirect contact with the earth.
Walking barefoot
Have you ever been outside on a warm summer day and felt the urge to run barefoot in the grass? One of the easiest ways to ground yourself to the earth is to walk barefoot.
Whether this is on grass, sand, or even mud, allowing your skin to touch the natural ground can provide you with grounding energy.
Lying on the ground
You can increase your skin-to-earth contact by lying on the ground. You can do it in the grass by the park or on the sand at the beach.
If you’re going to ground yourself in this way, be sure to take the proper precautions and never lie somewhere you could be injured.
Submersing in water
According to advocates for grounding, water may be used to ground in the same way the physical earth is used for grounding.
They suggest simply wading in a clear lake or swimming in the ocean as a way to ground yourself. As always, be sure to stay safe when swimming, especially in murky or deep waters.
Using grounding equipment
When going outside to ground yourself isn’t an option, there are alternativesTrusted Source. One method of earthing involves connecting a metal rod to the ground outside and then connecting the rod to your body through a wire.
If you’re not comfortable using a metal rod to ground yourself, there’s other grounding equipment available. This equipment is an effective way to incorporate earthing therapy into your daily life and includes:
grounding mats
grounding sheets or blankets
grounding socks
grounding bands and patches
You can find grounding mats, sheets, blankets, socks, and bands online.
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Blueberry Hill Conservation Area consists of 134 acres of wooded area in Gibbsboro, NJ. It features both paved and unpaved trails that are suitable for hiking or biking. At 192 feet, Blueberry Hill is one of the highest elevations in Southern New Jersey.
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A shot rapidly taken for Saturday Self Challenge 02/04/2022 ---
Units of Measurement . My first shot that I have been sitting on all week but now think it is not quite right for the challenge so this is a last minute substitution - ( original can be seen in the second comment box ) .
A quick capture of my wife's watch to show units of time being measured in hours minutes & seconds . A recent present to her from our daughter and myself as my wife is really taken with the Avro Lancaster . We have seen Just Jane in Lincolnshire which is only permitted to taxi and we have also seen the flying Lancaster of the BBMF . Once we were really lucky to see the BBMF Lancaster flying with the only other flying Lancaster in the world , all the way over from Canada . (see shot in first comment box please along with another shot of the BBMF ) .
Yes - it's time and a word !!
John 1. Before time itself was measured, the Voice was speaking.
The Voice was and is God. 2 This celestial Word remained ever present with the Creator; 3 His speech shaped the entire cosmos. Immersed in the practice of creating, all things that exist were birthed in Him. 4 His breath filled all things with a living, breathing light— 5 A light that thrives in the depths of darkness, blazes through murky bottoms. It cannot and will not be quenched.
9 The true Light, who shines upon the heart of everyone, was coming into the cosmos.
Awesome music - Noel - Lauren Daigle
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Noel, Noel
Come and see what God has done
Noel, Noel
The story of amazing love!
The light of the world, given for us
Noel
11 December 2020: Update on The Corona Pandemic – Measured in comparison with the previous week the corona figures continue to fall, but the drop in the average number of new cases per day and the number of hospitalisations is hardly falling. Each day around 2,000 new cases are confirmed across Belgium and in Flanders the number of cases is rising again. Data suggests that infections are especially passed on within households. The virus usually reaches households as a result of close contacts with friends and relatives at home and outdoors or via colleagues at work. Mobile phone data show an increase in mobility and an increased mobility often heralds an increase in the number of cases. All of these findings underpin the need for homeworking. The figures also reveal a big increase among the young: up 33% in the 0-10 age category, up 41% among teenagers. Under 20’s account for 14% of all cases. Despite these findings, virologists don’t believe that schools are the engine of infection because studies show that the virus is transmitted more readily from child to adult and from adult to child than among children themselves. Nevertheless, the reopening of schools involving 2 million children must have been playing a role albeit not at the same level as people working less from home. I’ll definitely stop the occasional corona proof trips to the office and shelter at home for the rest of the year enjoying the beauty of my hometown. On display today is another vignette of the fiery dragons warming up the city during this unprecedented crisis – Ghent, Belgium
A viewing platform overlooks the foundations of the ruins of the village of Skálholt in southern Iceland, This archaeological site contains ruins from the 17th and 18th century. The unearthed structures include a dormitory, school, whey store, refectory, food store, meat store, children's room, kitchen, court, library and the Bishop's room. Other archeological excavation at Skálholt have discovered artifacts from the Middle Ages in Iceland.
For over 700 years Skálholt was a center of religion, culture and education in Iceland which makes it one of country´s most important historic sites. Norse settlers came to the area in the late 800a and early 900s (AD). In 1000 AD, New law mandated Christianity as the official religion of Iceland. The country’s first bishop, Ísleifur Gissurarson, ordained in 1056, made Skálholt the episcopal see of all Iceland (until another Episcopal see was created in Hólar in 1106 AD). Over the next 700 years several significant religious and cultural events would occur at Skálholt.
1- One of the most revered of the bishops residing at Skálholt duuring the middle ages was c (bishop 1178-1198), who became Iceland’s only saint.
2-For centuries after Bishop Þórhallsson’s death, people came on pilgrimage from all corners of Iceland to visit his relics in Skálholt.
3-During those medieval times, huge wooden cathedrals were built at Skálholt. These cathedrals drew many from across Iceland. Before the Reformation 32 Catholic Bishops sat at Skálholt.
4-During the mid 16th century, Icelanders, now under Danish rule, converted to Lutheranism.The Reformation came during turbulent times in Iceland. On November 7, 1550, Bishop Jón Arason along with his two sons, Björn and Ar, were beheaded at Skálholt. Arason who was the Bishop of Hólar had been the last remaining Catholic bishop in Iceland.
5-The translation of the Bible into Icelandic started in secrecy in a cow stall of Skálholt.
6-After the Reformation, one of the best known and most influential bishops of Skálholt was Brynjólfur Sveinsson (bishop 1639-1674), Highly respected for his learning, he collected old Icelandic manuscripts that help preserve history and the language. Under his direction, church members built a new wooden church at Skálholt, approximately the same size as the present Cathedral.
7-In all ten churches have stood at in Skálholt. Some measured larger and some smaller but all were built on the same basic foundations.
For centuries Skálholt was the actual capital of a rural society and the cultural and spiritual center of the country (together with Hólar in the North), figuring eminently in the cultural and church history. But after waning status of the bishop’s office, volcanic eruptions, a major earthquake and other disasters in the late 18th century the episcopal see and school were transferred to Reykjavík. Skálholt fell into disrepute.
In the mid-20th century Skálholt rose from ashes, due to its historical significance. The modern cathedral, consecrated in 1963, displays works of modern art, as well as for artifacts from previous churches on the site.
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This photo was taken at the Otaihanga Domain. What we are supposed to see is green grass. We measured 180mm in two days, quite a bit of rain, but we are not complaining, I suppose we are going to have a long, hot summer!
China, Shanghai, Anting, "Shanghai Automobile Museum",
…once upon time,..relics when there were gas station attendants who cleaned the windshield & rear window during refuelling the gasoline, measured the tire pressure & oil level, checked the radiator water & friendly wished a good journey.
The Museum officially opened an area of 11,700 square mtr, with a construction area of 27,985 square mtr, a building height of 32.45 mtr & a total exhibition area of about 10,000 square mtr to the public in January 2007.
According to its functions, the interior space of the Shanghai Automobile Museum is divided into five parts; the historical museum, the collection hall, the exploration hall, the temporary exhibition area & the conference & leisure area.
The Collection Pavilion stages milestones in automobile development from the years 1900 to 1975 with a collection of 39 classic & antique cars of more than 20 brands. Highlighted, on shiny aluminium platforms, are so-called "dream machines", dream cars that were considered unaffordable at all times. Original design products as well as films, photos & sound complete the automotive experience & allow visitors to immerse themselves in bygone times. The Collection Pavilion is located on the first upper floor of the Shanghai Auto Museum.
All-in-all, there are around 100 cars on display in the museum, dating back to the earliest automobiles from the late 19th century to the modern electric cars of this era. The accompanying documentation is also very well done, in both English & Chinese, also French & German-language audio guides.
The Shanghai Automobile Museum is a five-storey building with the essence of communication & integration of space, visual penetration & communication. The building’s façade is covered with a large area of transparent glass, allowing to enjoy the natural landscape of the surrounding park, there are several different levels of terraces, roof terraces & the interior of the building is designed to be open & closed.
The shape design of the venue uses a flowing curve, symbolizing the trajectory of the car at high speed, reflecting the sporty theme of the car museum & its architecture is also like a superimposed book, metaphorizing the museum’s knowledge & cultural taste.
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