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Grande manifestation intersyndicale à Paris / grèves du 18 septembre 2025 contre les politiques d'austérité qui détruisent les services publics, les conditions de travail, l'environnement, etc.
UIT WIKIPEDIA: Bourtange (Gronings: Boertange, verouderd De Betang) is een vestingdorp met aangrenzende moderne kom in de Nederlandse provincie Groningen, dat tussen 1580 en 1593 tijdens de Nederlandse Opstand is aangelegd. Bourtange ligt in de gemeente Westerwolde, in de gelijknamige streek. Het dorp is een beschermd stadsgezicht. Ten noordwesten van de vesting ligt de rest van de kom van de stad.
Tussen 1811 en 1821 was Bourtange een zelfstandige gemeente, waartoe in het beginjaar ook Ter Apel, Onstwedde, Sellingen, Vlagtwedde en Wedde behoorden. De eerste maire was Paulus Eckringa. In 1811 werden Vlagtwedde en Onstwedde afgesplitst. In 1821 ging Bourtange op in de gemeente Vlagtwedde, die in 2018 opging in de nieuwe gemeente Westerwolde.
Ontstaan en groei
Bourtange was oorspronkelijk een strategisch gelegen dekzandrug of tange die Westerwolde verbond met het Duitse achterland.
De naam de Burtange (1530), op die Bertaing (1573), up Buertange (1584), op d'Boirtange (1593) of Bourtange (1612), soms verbasterd tot Bretaigne, verwijst naar de dekzandrug en is verwant met het woord tonge in landtong.[2][3] Het Middelnederduitse woord (hus)tangen verwijst bovendien naar twee rijen funderingspalen, waartussen het fundament van een woning wordt opgericht. Het zou daarom gaan om een smalle landtong die was ingeklemd tussen de moerassen.[2] Het voorvoegsel boer- zou kunnen betekenen dat er een bo(er), dat is een huis of schuur op de landtong was gebouwd. In Westerwolde duidt het woord boer echter vooral op het gemeenschappelijk bezit van de inwoners. Het woord boertange daarom te vergelijken met woorden als boermande, boermarke en boerveen.[3]
Op Gerard Mercators kaart De Frisia occidentalis uit 1598 staat het hele gebied aangegeven als Op die Bertaing, een groote heyde.[4]
Het smalle karrenspoor over de landtong liep door het Bourtangermoeras en was alleen in het zomerseizoen en bij vorst toegankelijk. Het pad moest geregeld worden versterkt met takkenbossen, heideplaggen en ander materiaal. Deze route (de Westerwoldinger weghe genoemd) maakte deel uit van de in 1457 ontworpen handelsroute tussen Groningen en Westfalen.[5][6] Hij stond in verbinding met de Friese straatweg op de hoge, westelijke Eemsoever, die vanuit Emden via Rheine naar het zuiden liep. Het onderhoud van het karrenspoor was een gezamenlijke verantwoordelijkheid van de inwoners, die daarvoor geregeld moesten komen opdraven. Parallel aan deze route werd na 1483 een kanaal tussen de Westerwoldse Aa en de Eems gegraven (de Oude Gracht), dat echter vanwege geldgebrek en technische problemen niet voltooid werd.
Om de route te beveiligen en invallen vanuit het Duitse achterland tegen te gaan, besloot de Groningse stadhouder Karel van Egmond in 1530 hier een blokhuis (een klein fort) te bouwen. Of dit plan daadwerkelijk gerealiseerd is, is onbekend. In de beginjaren van de Nederlandse Opstand, namelijk in 1570, werden er opnieuw militairen gelegerd.[7]
In 1580 werd hier in enkele dagen een compleet fort gebouwd. De stad Groningen was toen onder leiding van stadhouder Rennenberg overgelopen naar het kamp van de Spaanse koning. Om de bevoorrading vanuit het Duitse achterland te blokkeren gaf Willem van Oranje daarom opdracht aan de overste Diederik Sonoy op de Bourtange een schans aan te leggen.[8] De zogenoemde Snoeyschans was een versterking met vijf bolwerken, die echter wegens geld- en materiaalgebrek niet tijdig voltooid kon worden.[9] In augustus werden de Staatse troepen onder leiding van graaf Filips van Hohenlohe verslagen, waarna de bezetting van de schans door Spaanse troepen werd verjaagd.
De passage over de Bourtange bleef in de daaropvolgende jaren verschoond van het meeste oorlogsgeweld. Juli 1581 verhinderden bewapende inwoners uit Bellingwolde en het Oldambt dat plunderende Spaanse ruiters via Bourtange naar de Ommelanden zouden trekken; het jaar daarop trokken plunderende troepen wel over de Burtange. De Groningers maakten vanaf 1584 een nieuw plan voor een kanaalverbinding via Bourtange naar Heede, het Spaansche Diep, dat opnieuw onvoltooid bleef. De resten daarvan waren nog in de 19e eeuw zichtbaar. Op een kaart van Cornelius Adgerus uit 1587 staat de voerwech oder wagenpadt over den Buretanggen nae Reede voor het eerst getekend.[10]
In april 1593 bezetten Staatse troepen de passage door het moeras. De eerder begonnen schans werd nu in opdracht van stadhouder Willem Lodewijk van Nassau voltooid.[8] De belangrijkste vestingbouwmeester die bij het project betrokken was, was de Friese ingenieur Pauwel Symonsz uit Bolsward.[9] In 1594 werd ook de stad Groningen door de Staatse troepen veroverd, waarna de vesting Bourtange onderdeel werd van de grensverdediging van de drie noordelijke provincies Groningen, Friesland en Drenthe.
De vesting viel onder het gezag van de Staten van Friesland, die ook de predikant, de schoolmeester en andere beambten benoemde. De stad Groningen, die het gezag over Westerwolde uitoefende, had alleen iets over het buitengebied van de vesting te zeggen. Al snel na de bouw vestigden zich ook burgers binnen de vesting. Ten minste in 1597 had de vesting een eigen veldpredikant. Na de bouw van een garnizoenskerk in 1607 ontstond er een kerkelijke gemeente, die onder het gezag van de classis Oldambt viel.[11]
De vesting werd onder andere in 1665 tijdens de Eerste Münsterse Oorlog verbeterd en opnieuw tijdens de Tweede Münsterse Oorlog in 1672, toen Bernhard von Galen de stad Groningen belegerde. Om de watertoevoer naar de vesting te garanderen werd aanvankelijk de Sellingersloot – later Moddermansdiep genoemd – gegraven. Omstreeks 1672 werd tevens in de Ruiten Aa een dam van rijshout - de Rijsdam - aangelegd, die ervoor moest zorgen dat de omgeving van de vesting onder water bleef staan. In 1742 bereikte de vesting de grootste omvang. Aan de oostzijde kwamen tussen de half bastions van het kroonwerk twee ravelijnen en het glacis werd afgegraven.[8] Opvallend aan de vesting is de vijfhoekige vorm. De veertien lindebomen op het marktplein markeren de zijden van het middelste pentagon.[12]
In 1704 werd een nieuw kruitmagazijn gebouwd met een bijzondere constructie. Het dak ligt los op de muren, zodat bij een explosie het gehele gebouw niet uit elkaar zou spatten. Enkel het dak zou weggeblazen worden. Voorheen bestond een kruitmagazijn uit meters dikke muren en dito dak.
Nog in 1796 werd ten oosten van de lijn Bourtange-Abeltjeshuis een nieuwe verdedigingslinie aangelegd
Het buitengebied van de vesting werd voornamelijk als weide- en hooiland gebruikt. Ook werd er turf gestoken. In 1653 sloten de bewoners van Bourtange een verdrag met de eigenerfden van Wollinghuizen, waardoor een deel van de marke van Wollinghuizen aan die van Bourtange werd toegevoegd. In 1813 waren er 34 gerechtigden, die ieder twee koeien en een stuk jongvee in de marke mochten laten weiden. De marke, die ruim 400 hectare groot was, werd ten slotte in 1851 onder de 57 gerechtigden verdeeld.
Als tuingrond waren aanvankelijk alleen delen van de bolwerken voorhanden. Vanaf 1738 ook akkertjes, tuinen en hooiveldjes aan de westkant van de vesting aangelegd, omringd door houtwallen. Het eerste huis dat buiten de vesting werd gebouwd, was het Abeltjeshuis, een herberg uit 1724, die later de Münstersche Herberg werd genoemd. Op de plek van het huidige Plathuis verrees in 1738 een herberg, die aanvankelijk de Vriesche Herberg werd genoemd. Na de ontmanteling van de vesting in 1851 verrezen ook elders huizen.
The problem with trawling through the hard drive looking for clutter to chuck out is that it's so easy to get diverted!
So the problem is not so much to see what nobody has yet seen, as to think what nobody has yet thought concerning that which everybody sees.”
― Arthur Schopenhauer
A problematic situation at one of the restaurants at Khao San Road in Bangkk, Thailand.
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Fellas, there are like 1/2 dozen threads on this topic. The culprit is Android mobile, and the best guess is that Android bots are just going through people's entire libraries. Probably copying every image as they go, but if you're pro and click through to the details of where your pics are coming from, safe bet it's mobile/Android.
Not that you'd ever learn that from someone authoritative like, say, Flickr support....
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L CIUDAD DE PERAST, MUY PRÓXIMA A KOTOR Y QUE ES DE UN GRAN ESPECTÁCULO DE A NATURALEZA.
Estoy teniendo algún problema con mi navegador y el propio sistema de Flickr por lo que no he podido contestar a los muchos amigos y amigas que me visitan.
Muchas gracias a ellos por sus comentarios y visitan que yo aprecio mucho.
VER EN GRANDE CON MARCO EN NEGRO !!
Just an enlarged part of a Pigeon capture to show the level of detail my 'budget' Nikkor AF-S 200-500mm f5.6 ED lens can reveal.
Purchased about six years ago it was just under £1000 GBP and I took a gamble on it based on reviews and sample images. Unfortunately several people returned their copies, including the well known wildlife photographer Steve Perry from Backcountry Gallery, citing softness issues. Consequently it did concern me that I would have the same experience, though fortunately my unit has no obvious QC problems and has surprised me with it's optical acuity.
At 5.1 pounds (2.31 Kilograms) it's fairly big and heavy when coupled with my camera and grip, but I'm extending the shooting times progressively.
This shot is hand held at 500mm using the impressive 4.5 stops of VR :
1/1250 sec / f7.1 / Auto ISO 2016
I have been genuinely surprised to see this image chosen for Explore, and extend my regards to all my fellow flickrerites who have viewed it and left their kind comments - Thank You!
New round of Thrive open today at 12:01 AM SLT and WHATEVER has some nice poses for you!
WHATEVER - Not my Problem 2.0
1 Pose | 1 Breathing | Bento | Male | Copy
FATPACK
4 Poses | 4 Breathing | Bento | Male | Copy
Spent some time cleaning the filters and lenses today, it's not often they are all out…..anyway it turned in to a quick snap to document the occasion!!
I do not have a problem…….
From top left -
Canon 100mm f/2
Leitz 90mm Elmarit f/2.8
Leitz 135mm Tele Elmar f/4
Leica 90mm Summicron f/2
Arco Tokyo 135mm Tele Colinar f/3.8
Leitz 135mm Hektor f/4.5
Leitz 90mm Elmar f/4
Voigtlander 90mm Apo Lanthar f/3.5
Konica Hexanon 60mm f/1.2
Canon 100mm f/3.5
Voigtlander 75mm Heliar f/1.8
Leica 50mm Summilux f/1.4 Asph
Canon 50mm f/1.4
Voigtlander 50mm Nokton f/1.5 Asph
Jupiter 50mm f/1.5
Zeiss 50mm C Sonnar f/1.5
Voigtlander 50mm Nokton f/1.1
Leitz 50mm Summicron f/2 Type II
Tokyo Kogaku 50mm Topcor S f/2
Leitz 50mm Summicron f/2 Collapsible
NIKKOR 50mm S.C f/1.4
Leitz 50mm Elmar f/2.8
Voigtlander 35mm Nokton f/1.2 Type II
Voigtlander 40mm Nokton f/1.4
Leica 35mm Summicron f/2 Asph
Leica 35mm Summilux f/1.4 Asph
Voigtlander 28mm Ultron f/1.9 Asph
Voigtlander 21mm Ultron f/1.8 Asph
Voigtlander 15mm Super Wide Heliar f/4.5 Asph
Leitz 50mm Elmar f/3.5
Leitz 35mm Summicron f/2 (Pre Asph) v.1
Canon 35mm f/2.8
Leitz 35mm Summaron f/3.5
Veteran Suicide, is the topic for today. This is going to be another long one folks. As you read; I don’t want you to think of me. I’d like you to think of your husband, your wife, your partner, your son, daughter, grandson, grand daughter. The 1%, having the courage, to serve and defend our nation. I will be covering events that happened yesterday, and the impact it has on the mental health of our veterans.
Again, this is not about me. Its how veterans are treated at VA facilities, and some of the civilian medical facilities, we are sent to.
I had an appointment, with an ophthalmologist, early the other morning. I have intermediate vision loss in my right eye, and now problems in my left eye. Very similar, to the description from a woman, who’s child was a victim of Electronic Weapons (also know as the Havana Syndrome). She, a US Citizen, a child of a person interviewed, on 60 Minutes; 2-20-22. I’ve had problems with my right eye, for over two years now. Bouncing from VA Hospitals, VA Clinics; trying to find someone that gives a shit.
I get ready, lock up the motorhome and head for Grand Junction, Colorado, VA. I’m only 30 minutes away, and not rushed. VA, is an abbreviation for the Veteran’s Administration. A place where Veterans, are supposed to receive medical care. I pull off the National Forest Road, onto the main highway. Just, as I come over the hill, not a mile from our camp; there’s a State Trooper. Waiting, to try and catch me speeding. This happens, over and over again, when I have an appointment. I look at my speedometer, and slow it down a bit. I also see a guy just up the road. This minion, sets along the road, waiting to see which direction I take. Its another act to let me know I’m being watched. An attempt of intimation, along with a physiological attack on my mental health. Koda and I, head on down the road to Grand Junction.
As we pull into the parking lot, a man quickly cuts us off, and takes the last spot, close to the entrance door. It’s early, and hardly anyone is in the office. Once I check in; the perps start rolling in. Koda and I are setting in the lobby. These perps start with their over the top; hand in pocket skit. Then, some start the hair flipping shit. I’m talking 5 women, coming and going, flipping their hair as far int the air as they can. Even the staff chime in. Yes, folks, Koda and I are in a medical facility. As the women flip their hair, the men stair directly into Koda’s eyes. One even comes over, looking as threatening as possible. Wearing a big billed cap, big dark glasses, and a large black mask. He sets down right beside us, bends down, looks directly into Koda’s eyes. Koda, laying at my feet. The man asked if he could pet Koda, as he looks sternly into his eyes. I said no, he a Service Dog. I then asked if he wouldn’t stare into his eyes. I told him; dogs can take it as threatening. Koda, didn’t, because he’s used to it. Many VA staff, do it all the time. Even a Patient Advocate, that is supposed to help Veterans. This person is supposed to help veterans; having problems with the VA.
I stood up for myself and my dog, so now the minions are really pissed. They send in more Village Idiots, Sociopaths and Narcissist. Displaying their Perp Colors, fake coughs, arms flailing, American Flag Face Masks, large dark glasses, and stupidly big headphones. I’m talking big, big headphones. Not earbuds.
After seeing the doctor, a nurse has Koda and I, set in the hallway. She then, brigs over the guy with the stupid big headphones. She tells him to set right beside Koda, on my left. Even though, there are seats to my right. Koda, is getting uncomfortable, but continues to lay by my side, unmoved. He starts to whine a bit, as he looks up to me. He’s getting very uncomfortable, I see it in his face. The guy is playing something through his headphones that’s irritating Koda, intensely. I can’t hear it, and I’m not hard on hearing. The ‘Stupid Big Headphone Skit’, is used on us quite often. Especially, when we go to a laundry mat. They use something that makes Koda, extremely anxious and irritated. Many, actually smile, while doing so. This was at a civilian ophthalmologist office. I will say, the doctor was more thorough in the hour and a half, we were there; than the VA has, in over 2 years. This doctor ordered lab work, and an ultra sound. A skit; is what I call these, conspired, and practiced acts, of Gang Stalking/Domestic Terrorism.
I’m still waiting on an MRI read, from over two moths ago, that I got at the Phoinex VA. The Neuro-Ophithmoligest, at Barrow Neurological Institute. Spent less time with me, than I did filling out a little paperwork. He was dismissive and short. After, over two years of dealing with my right eye; I had to demand an MRI. I’m still waiting for a video call, so he can give me the MRI results. I have no confidence in a diagnosis or prognosis, from this guy. Their office Gaslighting me, leaving repeat message; that I have an in office appointment Monday, in Phoenix. This appointment is a video conference call, I set up before heading back to Colorado. I confirmed it two weeks ago. This week, and today, as I write this; they call with prerecorded messages and text. Wanting me to confirm, an in office visit for Monday. I’ve called them many times, left messages, and got ghosted.
So, now we are headed to the Grand Junction, VA, to get my lab work done. The front parking lot is full, so we head to the parking garage. We have the minions, trolling around to see where we park. We find a spot in the garage and park. I gather my things, and Koda the Magnificent. I open the car door, someone just behind us, honks their car horn 6 times. This wasn’t an alarm, this was one of the minions, letting everyone know; we are getting out of the car. It’s also a psychological stimuli, that lets you know, you are being watched. We get it, all the time, and have recorded it.
We walk to the back entrance. There are two VA Police Officers, and a man; standing in front of the door, blocking our way. We get through these guys, I use the hand sanitizer. The guy with the tan blazer, says something about my “furry friend.
A few years back I had surgery, one of many. I was living and working in Yosemite National Park. I was using the Fresno, California, VA. My daughter flew out, to help me with recovery, and spend Fathers Day with me. What a daughter…. While I was in the hospital, she would come to visit daily. When I was able to walk, she would walk with me down the halls of this beautiful hospital. These hallways filled with pictures of dedication, loyalty and sacrifice. Past wars, and their participants. She’s holding my arm, I look at her, looking at the pictures. Wondering if she can absorb, the depth of the sacrifice behind them. We get to the end of the hall and turn around. I see a young man in the hallway. Kooks to be early 20s. My daughter looked a little blushed. She looked directly at me and said; “Dad, that guy has been following me, every time I visit”. No Shit, my daughter was being stalked at the VA Hospital. All, the while; VA Police, watch on their many cameras. VA Police, will try to bait, intimidate and watch Targets, like a hawk. Yes, folks, this shit really happens at our VA facilities. You have to ask yourself; Is this how our CIA and FBI, train their Minions? They recruit KIDS, while they are in High School!
I knew better than to stop, and respond to these guys. I headed for the lab, with my ophthalmologist lab request. I went to the window, to check in. There was also supposed to a lab request, from the Phoenix VA. I was told last week, it was in the system; when speaking to one of the traveling vet coordinators. It wasn’t. I was told I had to go to the ER, and get a doctors authorization, for the new request. I didn’t have a problem with that, because; its to make sure and verify, its a legit request. What I have a problem with; is the Grand Junction VA Staff, and other minions, intently in wait, to attack my mental health, bait me, harass me, and set me up.
We go back down, to the ER. As we walk towards the check in window, a guy standing a distance from it, steps up to the window. He’s stalling, Gaslighting about the Mental Health Ward, He’s giving more minions time to show up. They weren’t expecting me to come right in today. This also gave the staff time enough time, to come up with excuses, for why my other lab request, was not in the system. When I was told by phone, it was.
I finally check in, and we have a seat. There are a few people in the area, but not too crowded. As soon as we do, a guy close to us; leans over and looks directly into Koda’s eyes. Koda looks away. The man continues this, with extremely stern looks. I asked him please not to, said it’s a threatening act to a dog. He knows this, but is baiting for a confrontation. The simple fuck, is finally called away, but is replaced by two others. One not wearing a mask. The VA requires a face mask at this facility, and I believe all. Koda, has been uncomfortable since we walked in. He knows where we are, and what to expect. We got the same treatment last Friday. He still lays patiently, at my side. A woman comes in, sets a large purse on a seat across from us. Then, sits on our side across from it. I start receiving a light Electronic Weapons attack. I don’t know if its coming from her purse. As she sets there smiling, her mask pulled down, so I can see.
A nurse calls us up to the front. As Koda and I squeeze through the minions sent to bait and harass us. We walk pass the purse, the woman so intently sat in a chair. Koda stops and sniffs it. Seriously, he does. He gets attacked with Electronic Weapons, and audio stimuli, too. Koda and I work are way through the now, packed waiting area. The nurse has my records in his hand. As we walk towards him; several nurses rush to cut us off. When we do reach him; he tells me, I’m the wrong patient, have a seat. Koda and I look for a clear path back to our seat; another nurse comes up and start Gaslighting about the Mental Health Ward. I stood up for a while, because of setting all morning at two different facilities. There was a man in an electric wheelchair. He asked about Koda, so we stopped and talked with him for a while.
He asked about service dogs. I told him; as far as I know, the VA does not provide Service dogs. There are many civilian groups that help veterans obtain a service dog. Many times, at no, or low cost to the veteran. That’s the norm, for our Veterans. They have to reach out to civilian organizations, to get their required medical needs. That’s because the VA, and our government wont. Why is that Mr President? You continually bring up your sons military service, while veterans are reaching out to civilian agencies, because the VA WON’T fulfill their needs. How long have you been in politic? Why don’t you add another 800 Billion to the Defense Spending; while veterans kill themselves.
I told the man I am, an Advance Certified Animal Care Specialist, and trained Koda myself. He asked to pet Koda, and I let him. Koda, licked his hand softly and gave him his sweetest look. I showed him a few hand signals, I’ve taught him. We were both lost in the gentle actions of Koda. For a moment; we forgot about the crowded clinic. That didn’t last long; because the minions, can’t have it. Rick is enjoying himself; we have to do something about it. Nurse, after nurse strolling by. Clicking pens, fake coughs, flailing arms, and Mental Health Ward Gaslighting. Then, one brings out the American Flag. Yep, they have to throw that in our face. When all else fails, they use the American Flag. It’s folded, and just a Gaslighting Prop. They pulled that one two years ago, after I complained to the Patient Advocate. Koda, and I handle ourselves like pros, because we are. This is a small VA Hospital, with very limited doctor staff. Nurses, think they control the show, Many times they do. Free Speech, is not so Free; in the United States of America. It can cost you dearly.
An hour later, I finally got the Ophthalmologist request in. We headed back up to the lab. We had the minions rushing ahead of us, to the elevator. Koda and I entered, one man had a clear plastic bag. This bag had the exact items, I left on our kitchen counter this morning. This, another act of Gaslighting. It also, lets a Target Know, they are being watched, or someone has entered their home. It’s another Gaslighting Tactic; used to attack the mental health of a Target, to bait and discredit them.
Then, there are two others. Dressed in their Bright Perp Colors. The man, working his way, as close to Koda as possible. We stood to the back, but when the elevator opened, they wanted us to exit first. We didn’t, and I told the two by the door to go ahead. As they did, I could see the man in the tan blazer. He was the same man, with the two VA Police, when we first came in. He was standing just to the right of the elevator door. As Koda and I step to the door, I said wait. That’s his command to stop and wait. Knowing that at almost every corner, entrance or exit; a minion, is waiting. Koda, stops and waits. As we do, the man in the tan blazer, walks pass us. As he does, he reaches into the elevator, open handed, fingers separated, right at Koda face. The two that stepped out ahead of us, standing there, in their perp colors, to witness; if I act out. I didn’t, and neither did Koda. I told the man “He’s a service dog, you don’t do that to someones service dog”. He smiles and says “I was just saying hi”. I didn’t start a confrontation, and we left for the lab. We are in a medical facility, the staff is not educated enough, to not reach out, at a Service Dog? Give me a fucking break….
We go into this small room so I can get my blood drawn. The smell of sanitizer and alcohol, was overwhelming. It irritated Koda, immensely. He still, just lay at my left side. I ran labs at two veterinary facilities, and at the Cheyenne Mountain Zoo; in Colorado. I know what labs and exam rooms smell like. This is a tactic used on Targets. They use the sense of smell to harass and Gaslight Targets. They will use sanitizer, alcohol, auto exhaust, second hand smoke, the smell of gasoline and diesel. You can see them in action, at the Grand Junction Walmart, parking lot. It’s on their cameras.
We finished our labs, and head to the parking garage. Ahead of us, rushes someone from the Hospital. He walks upwind, and lights a cigarette. We get in the car and leave, as the minions come out flipping their hair.
We drive across the street to have lunch. It was literally just across the street. It was a long morning, and our day not even half over. We gather our things, go in. As we enter; there are two young guys setting by the window. Probably in their early twenties, they start fake coughing. There’s a woman ahead of us, she stalling, giving other minions time to show up. Koda and I patiently wait. The guy at the counter disappeared. We are used to this. More minions, come marching in. Yep, its a Stupid Fest; sponsored by the Local Village Idiots Association. I finally get my order in, take my cup, get mobbed at the soft drink fountain. The Coke dispenser didn’t work, I mentioned it to the employee that rushed up there ahead of us. She moved the top of the Coke tap, and said try it. I did, as sprays all over Koda and I.
We have a seat, Koda laying at my left fett, minion after minion, walking by; looking directly down at Koda. Not even giving me a glance; just intently, looking into Koda’s eyes. Koda the Magnificent didn’t even flinch. He was looking at dad, waiting for the delicious morsels, he so well deserved. While we ate, someone blocked the view to our car, with an SUV. It was soon surrounded, by vans, trucks, and SUVs. None of them had an electric car, Mr Transportation Secretary. I don’t know where these Bottom Feeders are getting their gas money from? They don’t seem to be working.
We finished our lunch, headed to the door, as a minion rushes to the bathroom, thinking I may have to pee. They will leave piss all over the floor for Koda to step in. Really, they will. Just ask the Walmart employees in Grand Junction, Colorado, or Buckeye, Arizona. We get in the car, someone has moved my rear view mirror, changed my air conditioning settings (it’s going to be 100 today). Both my back windows were down about an inch. Nothing taken, just shit tampered with. This is the norm, for a Targeted Individual, in the United Sates of America.
Koda and I headed to the River Park. They have several fenced, dog play areas. We got there before noon, not to hot for Koda yet. I took him there often, after I first adopted him. For socialization and other training. There are pictures from two years ago, in our photostream.
When we arrived, there was no one in the three open play areas. I’m thinking great, Koda can be a dog! But, I know what’s coming. He’s looking around, a bit confused, its been two years. He finally realized where he was. He starts skipping across the grass, running, happy as can be. It was short lived; the minions start showing up. First, we had a guy brig in a big pit-bull. Thinking I would be intimidated. I’ve worked with military working dogs for years, pit-bulls are sweethearts; compared. Koda wasn’t intimidated either. His tail wagging, panting, happy to make a new friend. NOT, what they expected. Koda, rushes up to the bruit, as do I, covering his back. I started talking, with the young guy who brought him in. Just basic things, he had questions about his dog, I happily gave him suggestions. His wife (Miss Honey-Pot), setting in the car, joins us. Short-shorts, bending and stretching exposing way to much flesh. I didn’t mind, but didn’t drool over it. It’s Basic Gang Stalking 101.
Then comes in the Red Husky. It was followed by a manly-man. Shaved head, muscles bulging everywhere, tight shirt and pants. Koda rushes to greet the Husky, his happy self. The Husky, a young male, seemed a bit taken. Koda and the Pittie rushing at him. The guy who brought it in, came over to the picnic table. The Perp Couple, still there. The Husky had a Service dog vest, so I asked the guy about him. He told me about a local organization, that trains them and gives them to vets.
Then he tried to repeat some of the same conversation, I had with the guy in the electric wheel chair, this morning. He tried hard, but flubbed it. This is called Street Theater. The guy told me he was a vet with PTSD. I’m not going to question that. I could tell the man was troubled. It showed in his eye contact, facial expressions. I could tell anxiety was setting in. I didn’t fault this man. I didn’t judge him. I’m sure so many have. He told me he was a veteran, I could see he was troubled; that was enough. Some people are recruited into Gang Stalking, even veterans. Often, being offered something that can’t achieve for themselves. Unknowing, of the full picture. Mr President; why don’t you help veterans in need of service dogs? This poor guy tried his best, then went and sat in his truck, with his dog. My heart weighing heavy, knowing this struggling man, has been so wrongly misguided.
As Koda is having a blast; a FedEx Semi pulls into the parking lots. He takes up a ton of parking places. Parking, facing the side of my car. So, he can set in his truck, watch me, and my car. Then a big construction truck pulls in. It has a cherry picker. It parked behind us. This is a small, city parking lot.
I get mobbed, followed, blocked and cut off by FedEx, UPS, and USPS drivers, all the time. No shit folks, many people are afraid to discuss it, but IT IS TRUE. Our Government Agencies; have their minions all over the United States. Spying on, baiting and harassing, Targets. They even have your neighbors spying on you. Some call it the Neighborhood Watch, others call it Gang Stalking. It’s Domestic Terrorism! Just look up he definition if you need to. Educate yourselves, please.
Karen came in, as he was leaving the play area. Her job was to throw balls towards the fence. Close to the outer sidewalk. As she did; local sociopaths, waiting for an opportune moment. They would ride by on a bikes, skates; in their colors. Some, carrying floats for the swimming area (too far away). There’s a parking lot, not full at all. Trying everything to try and get Koda to chase and bark after them. All the while, getting their daily needs, of sociopathic fulfillment. It didn’t work that well. Koda was getting to hot and tired to chase anything. They continued trying, in their bright orange and red colors. Their combined intelligence, far lower, than this amazing dog that has blessed my life. But, they will try and take that away from me. Weekly, daily; sometimes. Koda was getting hot, so it was time for us to leave.
We needed to get a few groceries. I wanted to try a local City Market in Fruita, Colorado. It’s only about 12 miles from our camp. The minions in wait; knowing there are a few things I need. Yep, they really do. I’m sure they did an inventory while I was gone. They tamper with my motorhome, all the time. They like to tamper with my frig in the summer, move things around, sometimes destroy small items. They did this in Yosemite National Park too.
As we pull in; they had the Honey-Pot walking pass me. There were minions waiting to mob and block us at the carts; just like Walmart. Once inside, they started setting up. Using their carts, their bodies; to block me from getting ranch dressing, veggies, salad-mix, bread, butter and water. One woman attempting 4 times, thinking I needed more than I did. I was tempted to ask her to hold my phone, as I start a prerecord, loud, extended fart, on it. But, decided against it. A prank I share with my granddaughters. Yes, I’ve been watching too much YouTube.
We get the same community mobbing show, as we do at Walmart. But, with less intensity; piece of cake. I wanted one, as I walked through the bakery. Koda helps pull my heavy cart, with the water and all. We headed to the checkout. Billy-Bob, was waiting to cut in front of us. The young couple ahead of him, were keeping the cashier occupied by their personal life. Long after they paid. They gave another, time to slip in behind us. Sometimes these people will switch things out; from my cart, or the conveyor. As another keeps me occupied, by harassing Koda. This guy didn’t, he just got smothering close. As we leave, we get blocked at the doors, a bid diesel truck; setting up to accelerate just in front of us, as we step out the doors. As we leave; here comes the Hony-Pot again.
You may ask; who is “they”. “They”, are some of the people you work with. “They”, are some of people working in our VA Hospitals, Clinics. “They”, are some of your neighbors. “They”, may be a relative, someone you may consider as a friend. “They”, are some of the police officers, in your community, your state. “They”, are many, in our government agencies.
Mr President, Mr CIA, FBI, and Homeland Security Directors, as you cower in the Halls of our Nation. Like, the Law Enforcement Officers, in the Halls, of the a Uvalde Texas, Grade School. As teachers and children are slaughtered. How many veterans have have ended their lives today? How many have committed suicide while on your watch? How many can be attributed to the horrific treatment, at VA Facilities; from VA Staff. By the retaliation, mobbing, gaslighting, harassment, dismissal; from VA Staff? How long are you going to pretend that Electronic Weapons; are not being used and tested, on us citizens, on US Soil? How long are you going to pretend Gang Stalking is not real? That this is not Domestic Terrorism! You criticize other Nations on their Human Rights Treatment! You can’t even keep your own houses in order! Look at our History!
There are veterans afraid to speak out. I’ve spoken to some of them. I don’t question their courage, one bit. No one should. So, send you minions my way. The Airplanes, Jets and Helicopters. The Village Idiots, Sociopaths, and Narcissist; that do your bidding. Attack my character, discredit me, destroy my life. My mental health is fine, I can take it; I have for 14 years. There are many that can’t!
And, LEAVE MY DAUGHTER AND DOG ALONE.
Like, many would like you to belive; No, I don't belive everyone is out to get me. Just the Bottom Feeders, trying to destroy our democrocy.
I have spoke to many in the medical field. Gaslighting in our medical facilities (not just veteran), is extremely common. Workplace Mobbing, is at all time highs. Employers, are scratching their heads, wondering why; many don’t want to return to work. It’s the Toxic Work Environment, in the United States. Workplace Mobbing, is rewarded in the United States Workplace. Those that are willing to lie, cheat, steal and ride on the backs of others; are the ones being promoted.
The title, The Morning After; is from the following morning of my last post (Contentment). In that post; I wrote the Gunfire ended. I spoke to soon. When I stepped out the next day, putting our solar panels out; the Gunfire started again. When I took Koda out to pee, at 7 am; there was a motorcycle waiting behind the hill. The one in the picture, the right foreground. He comes flying through the dry creek bed, to the left of our motorhome. You see it in the picture. I took it standing 5 foot, to the left of our motorhome. I play fetch with Koda there. In the mornings and some evenings. That's why they do it. The minion on the motorcycle, does a couple loops around the back of the motorhome, too. That day, we had the Loma, Colorado, Village Idiots firing high powered rifles. When we went out to move solar panels, and our morning walk. I solar for 95% of my electrical needs, and move them to get max output. They use the sun, to judge the time of day, and when I will come out. When I took Koda out to pee, for the evening; here comes another motorcycle, doing the same thing. But yes, Mr FBI Director and Local Law Enforcement; its all just a coincidence. As you would like the United States of America, and the world to think.
I need to move in my solar panels folks. Billy-Bob is waiting by the roadside. He wants to see if I bring Koda out, without a leash. Everything I’ve told you is real, and TRUE. Its not based on my feelings; as a VA staff member, tried to tell me today. It’s based on some of the best, military reconnaissance training, in the world. It’s based on 14 years, of documents, videos, pictures and conversations with other Targeted Individual, in the United States. Gang Stalking is real in the United States of America. Don’t let anyone tell you its not, or just a Conspiracy Theory (their normal Scape-Goat). Violence, is not the answer. Neither, is Mobbing someones house, or workplace. Educate yourself, speak out, us online venues, vote. If you look hard enough, you will find the truth. Please do, before it disappears; like so much, in American History. As I tried to upload this, I couldn’t log onto Flickr. Someone had changed my password. I had to reset it. Someone, also locked me out of my VA, online account. This is what happens when you tell the TRUTH, about the United States of America.
All photos and content, in my photostream are free to download, copy, print and share. All I ask; is you keep all copyright and logos on them. And, try and share something with someone in need. Even, if its time.
Thanks for visiting our photostream.
I've been studying recent developments in the whole AI/Midjourney technology thing, and discovered a serious problem: some of my images here on Flickr have been used to "train image-generation AI".
There's a site you can use to find out if any of your work has been used to train the Laion-5B and Laion-400M image datasets: haveibeentrained.com I have found my photographs reproduced in whole, clearly without my permission and in violation of my Intellectual Property Rights.
Class Action lawsuits are ongoing to prevent unauthorized use of people's work, because clearly there need to be some rules about what can and cannot be used to train these datasets. You may want to look to see if any of YOUR photos are used in this way.
I'm contacting management at Flickr to find out what my options are. ALL of my images here on Flickr are marked as Copyrighted, and no unauthorized use of them is permitted. I'm curious to see how Flickr responds to this problem. I'm ready to permanently pull the plug on my Flickr account if I am not satisfied with the outcome. @flickr
Until there is some sort of resolution of this problem, either through class action lawsuits or Flickr safeguarding members work from misappropriation, I will only post a blank grey square every day, indefinitely.
After consulting with the interweb bird whizzes I'm pleased to confirm a new species in the yard, the Swainson's thrush. This is a bird whose identification I have probably missed before. Almost certainly I have seen one before and called it a hermit thrush, possibly many times. This is hardly new. I used to have this problem with house and purple finches, a problem I only resolved last spring. In a more embarrassing example, as I was just reviewing the species list for this post I realized that in 2017 I misidentified a cowbird as a brewer's blackbird. So, as we add the Swainson's thrush to the list, we have to subtract the brewer's blackbird, which means we're still at sixty documented bird species in the yard, not counting flyovers.
9. bushtits
12. brown creepers
13. crows
14. stellar's jays
16. flickers
19. starlings
20. mourning doves
24. house finches
25. gold finches
26. purple finches
28. pine-siskins
31. fox-sparrows
33. song-sparrows
34. house sparrows
44. black-throated gray warblers
45. bewick's wrens
46. pacific wrens
47. cedar waxwings
49. cooper's hawks
51. lazuli buntings
52. hutton's vireos
53. warbling vireos
55. western tanagers
57. red crossbills
60. swainson's thrushes
From the Internet......
And this is yet another invasive species!!
NOT an obvious problem here... Not many to be seen....and beautiful in the eyes of many of us!
"Yellow iris, or yellow flag iris, is a perennial aquatic plant native to Europe, western Asia and North Africa. It was first introduced to North Americain the 1800s as an ornamental plant for ponds and water gardens. The plant has since spread to many waterways, including those in parts of southern Ontario. In addition to its use in gardens, it has been planted in wastewater ponds because it is known to absorb heavy metals.
Yellow iris can grow in both treed and open wetlands, along river and lake edges, and on floodplains. The plant spreads by seeds and by underground stems known as rhizomes that send out new shoots above the ground and roots below. Stands of yellow iris develop thick mats of rhizomes that can connect several hundred plants. Fragments of rhizomes that break off can also form new plants.
Range
The first recorded Canadian sighting of yellow iris was in Newfoundland in 1911. It was found in Ontario in 1940. Today it grows in most Canadian provinces, including parts of southern Ontario, Quebec, Nova Scotia, Newfoundland, New Brunswick, the east coast of Prince Edward Island and the west coast of British Columbia. It is also found in many American states, and in temperate areas worldwide. Several American states ban it or list it as a noxious weed."
FINALEMENT J'AI GAGNE !!!!
texture problem has solved
left: PNG, right: TGA (24bit)
「テクスチャをPNGでなく、他の形式にしてみたらどうか」
というアドバイスに従ってTGA形式で作ってみた。
左のうさぎはPNGのテクスチャ、右はTGA。
ありがとうございます！！！！
失敗例
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・耳が曲がっていない
CurvをApplyし忘れていた。
Object modeの時しか曲がらず、Edit modeになった時に耳が真っ直ぐになることには気づいていたものの、UPするときには曲がってるだろうと思い込んでいた。
・片耳が透明
平面で作った耳をミラー反転させた結果、右耳は裏の透明部分が表に出ている。（Solidifyに気付く前にうｐした例なので）
厚みをつける時、外側につけるか、内側につけるかにも気をつける必要あり。
If you have a problem, don't say it to "Anyone" because 20% of people don't care about it and the other 80% are glad you have it!!!
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I wanted to show the misery of the medieval times this time and so I did a salesman that struggles to survive... and eventually will fail...
You see the few wares he has and the desperation in his eyes.
Dry eyes result when your tear ducts don't produce enough tears to lubricate your eyes. My eyes have this problem. So, these little vials contain lubricants to help keep my eyes moist. Each vial is about 2 1/2" long. For Macro Mondays: Remedy. Also works for the theme this week for the group 365: The 2018 Edition.
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I told my wife at about 2pm in the afternoon that we’re going to have a great sunset tonight based on the clouds. At 5pm I got my gear and just started driving, in hunt for something interesting to accompany the sunset.
I have a problem with authority. Well, it’s not all authority, it’s the authority of those who 1. have little but think they have a lot, and 2. have it and abuse it. Obtaining this photo I ran into someone with #3. someone who didn’t appear to have any authority, but layed it on pretty thick.
Just down the road is Pt. Mugu Naval Air Weapons Station. A Navy base. Via public road, they have this display of retired Naval military air power, F-14 Tomcat, F-4, some missles, etc. (photo courtesy of driko. So you can just drive up here from the highway, park in the parking spaces provided and look at these jets and weapons.
You better not try to photograph them..
Literally within SECONDS of me pulling out my tripod, a dark brown piece-of-crap car, all beat up and making faulty noises pulls up diagonal right next to me. I think nothing of it as the mid-20s Hispanic man wearing a white undershirt and some baggy jeans gets out. I’m still getting my camera ready on my tripod.
Whats you doin bro??
Just shooting these jets at sunset.
Can’t do that
Why not, I accessed this point via public property and those guys over there were just photographing them too. There’s no signs anywhere that says you can’t take pictures
You’re on govt. property can’t shoot the flight line
And just who the hell are you? (now I’m getting pissed – random dude telling me I can’t take pictures)
I work on base and you’re on govt. property and you’re not allowed to shoot them
Do you have any military ID on you or a badge or something?
I don’t have to show you any ID
Then you’re not going to stop me taking pictures. I have about 10 minutes of sunset left.
So, I walk around him and start clicking off exposures. He jumps on his cell phone and starts talking:
White male, beanie cap, mid 20s (which I should have thanked him for), driving a silver Honda accord, California plate “XTRAMED” (I wish), being very hostile, etc
So he’s calling someone on me. That’s fine. I’m not going to lose this sunset. There really wasn’t much else to shoot here, so I start putting my gear back in my trunk.
Where you going bro? How come you getting out of here so fast?
I only have about 10 more minutes of this good light left and then the sunset is over. I’m hoping to find a barn or abandoned tractor or something around here.
Well I just called the MPs (military police) and they’re going to be here in a couple minutes
That’s fine, I’ll be shooting something else by then.
At this point, he’s standing directly behind my car as I start it. I notice he’s not moving, so I get out, this time, a bit more pissed.
You going to run me over bro?
If you don’t move, I’ll move you. (now feeling what it’s like to have both German & Irish blood in me)
I don’t have to move, I can stand wherever I want bro, it’s a free country
I also have a problem with anger management
This is where I was just about to formulate my next statement which would in an ideal world would have been something thought-out, creative and recited with a 1960s Clint Eastwood voice, “You’re about to see what my knuckles taste like, punk!”, but I wasn’t given the chance as the base Military Police showed up.
So the police shows up and he narks on me that I was being uncooperative and still took the photos, etc. And I told him yes, I entered this spot via public road and took these photos that several people have photographed over the years. The officer describes to me that technically I’m on govt property and photographing these planes in this direction is also photographing the base’s air strip (flight line) and the base commanding officer does not allow it. I told him that there were no signs that said this and unless otherwise stated, I can take photos anywhere I want via public property (which was about 10ft behind me). He understood and was calm about it. I even showed him my photos and he said I could keep them since I wasn’t using a 400mm lens to try and photograph some top secret stuff. But that other dude got away without me getting his information.
I’m generally a nice guy. I’m 99% happy most of the time. But don’t piss me off, cause I will go Chuck Norris on you.
although I think this bullshit isn't OK at all!
It's very very hard to add your photos to my favs at the moment. It sucks!
• Camera: Pentax K1000 50f2 smc
• Film: Fujifilm Xtra 400
Everything you choose, you must finish although there are a lot of problems in your life.
With five more big motors trailing that lead C40-8, Canadian National train 490 is having no problem at all climbing the hill up and out of Waukesha, Wisconsin with their early morning southbound freight. – March 12th, 2019 ~~ A Jeff Hampton Photograph ©
Members of the Mara Salvatrucha gang (MS-13) stand behind the bars in a cell at the detention center in San Salvador, El Salvador. Although the country's two major gangs reached a truce in 2012, the police holding cells currently house more than 3000 inmates, five times more than the official built capacity. Partly because the ordinary Mara gang members did not break with their criminal activities (extortion, street-level distribution of drugs, etc.), partly because Salvadorean police still applies controversial anti-gang law which allows to detain almost anyone for “suspicion of gang membership”. Accused young men are held in police detention centers where up to 25 inmates may share a cell of five-by-five metres. Here, in the dark overcrowded cages, under harsh and life-threatening conditions, suspected gang members wait long months, sometimes years, for trial or for to be transported to a regular prison. © Jan Sochor Photography