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Mark Question is a bit of mystery. He lives for philosophy and constantly ponders life and its mysteries. Mark asks more questions than he or anyone else can ever answer.
Mark’s special move is just one big question, no one knows what it is (yet amazingly it still has a rank?!) This is just the type of Mystery Mark craves!
LORRAGH ABBEY.
THIS is the Convent of Saint Peter the Martyr, a Priory of the Dominican Order, and is not an Abbey at all!
PRIORY, FRIARY, MONASTERY and ABBEY....
A question that arises quite often is; what is the difference between a priory and a friary?
PRIORY is the name given to houses that have a Prior as their chief official and a FRIARY is a house where any mendicant order, Franciscan, Dominican, Carmelite or Augustinian lives. The superior of a Franciscan community is referred to as the Guardian so Franciscan Friaries are never Priories. Dominican and Augustinian friaries are referred to as Priories. Carmelite communities are often known locally as Monasteries but they are priories.
Abbeys are a different thing altogether and even though most of the ruins are referred to as ABBEY such as Portumna Abbey, Sligo Abbey or Lorrha Abbey etc., they are in fact Priories and, even more specifically, they are correctly called CONVENTS.
Priory and Friary are popular names rather than official ones. Abbey is incorrectly given to most religious ruins in Ireland. This is wrong! Most of the ruins are of friaries and many of these friaries would have also been priories but never abbeys or monasteries. The monastic ruins of Jerpoint, Gowran and Dunbrody were all Abbeys because they were monastic houses with an Abbot at their head. Portumna started as an Abbey of the Cistercian Order and then transferred to being a Convent of the Dominican Order. Sligo, Roscommon, Mullingar and many other Abbeys were Priories. Athenry Abbey is often referred to as the Dominican Priory – this latter term is more accurate than Athenry Abbey would be.
The life in a priory would be very different from the life in an abbey. Priories serve as bases from which the friars would move out and work where they were needed. Abbeys were monasteries and were independent societies within themselves. Monks have officially withdrawn from the world into a life of prayer. Apart from praying the monks grew their own food, spun their own wool, carved their own stone etc... friars depend on their work among the people and the donations they receive for that work. Hence the name mendicant for friars, a French word for beggars!
THIS abbey, which is situated in the barony of Lower Ormond, in the county Tipperary, and three miles from the Shannon where it empties itself into Lough Derg, was founded in 1269. According to the Book of Friars Preachers of Athenry it was founded by Walter de Burgh, earl of Ulster, whose son, Richard, the Red Earl, is supposed to have founded Carlingford Abbey.
In 1301, a provincial chapter was held here.
1552. June 2. Lease to John Hogan, clerk, late prior of Larrowe, in Ormond [barony of Lower Ormond], of the site of the priory of Canons of St. Augustine, in Ormond, etc., and the site of the monastery of friars of St. Dominick's Order in Larrowe, and land called Freres Rathe, with its tithes in the said town. To hold for twenty-one years, in full recompense of his pension [as abbot of a dissolved monastery], at the rent of 8 during lessee's life, and 13 2S. 8d. after his death. Plants, Edward VI.
In 1629, we find from the Provincial's records that there were two fathers there and one laybrother.
Dr. Burke, writing in 1756, says that the church and the greater portion of the conventual buildings were still erect. He adds that there were old people living in the locality who still remembered the provincial chapter of 1688, in the reign of James II., and testified that they saw about one hundred and fifty friars there in their white habits. Judging from the acts of that chapter, which are still extant and other evidence, there were not probably half that number present. At this chapter, public theses of philosophy and theology were defended, the rarity of which in Ireland, at that or any other period, brought together a great multitude of people.
In 1756, there were two fathers living there, and in 1767, only one,who was parish priest. The last of the fathers connected with this community, Father Michael V. Donoghoe, died between 1789 and 1793.
Please note i'm not a good writer, and I won't mind if you correct me with my grammar in this story. These are completely made up, but I do believe in ghost and demons. Please don't tease me on my beliefs. Okay, so here I go.
"Kesley, where are you?" questioned my mom. I wanted to say i'm right here, but something was happening. I couldn't control my body, and I think something bad happened.
Something answered, "right here mom." I was confused.
"Well get ready for school young one," she demanded with a sweet tone, as usual.
'I' was in the bathroom, and in the mirror I could see myself. My eyes were turning yellow and my skin was slowly getting brighter than before. However was controlling my body did the things I usually did, take a shower, brush my hair and teeth and things like that. Then, 'I' went to my room, and got my private school uniform on. The person continued brushing my long, brown hair.
At the school, the person did everything I did. I was really creepy, so I just thought it was a nightmare. Until, social studies class with Mrs. Jenningston, and she told was all about ghost, demons, and the devil. It is different for every person she said. Then, she looked at me. "Kesley Moore, come up here," she demanded. So, my body came up the the front of the classroom, and Mrs. Jenningston checked me out. "Kesley Moore, what do you think about ghosts?" asked the teacher. I didn't respond. "Kesley Moore, you're not yourself. First you look paler and have yellow eyes. Second, real Kesley would of responded already that she didn't believe in ghost; they are silly stories that made people want to do good."
"May you root in hell; where you f*cking belong," the person said. My hands slowly came up, and made the water fountain leak. Then it leaked so much it covered the whole floor. Then, I forced someone's Iphone down, and killed everyone but me.
I came home like any other day, and did everything else like every other day. "Sweetie, its time for bed," my mom yelled. So, I went to my room, but I didn't go to sleep. I was chanting some unknown things. I sounded creepy. I felt like I was in a horror movie; being trapped inside my own body, chanting. My head started moving all weirdly, and I got up doing some weird dance. Then, my mom opened my door. "Kesley, what are you doing? You are supposed to be sleeping! You are keeping your little brother awake!" My head turned to face mom, and I started to do the weird hand thing again. And, I started to do something that sounded like barking over and over again. I soon grabbed my mom (attention this part is disturbing; if you can't handle it please don't hate me) and started to rip her neck right open. The blood was raining on my nice carpet floor.
"Mommy, whats happening?" asked my little brother, Daniel. He was standing there, scared. Hoping mom was alright.
"Alisha Moore is not with us anymore," I responded with my demon voice. After that, I started to rip his neck opened. And I did.
Postits are the preferred media of choice for ICT teachers at Suffolk's conference.
Thinking about all sorts of big questions.
The face is too tight and the neck is too loose; making this mask out of one peice of material is obviously not going to happen.
The hair works, though, even if it needs to be groomed a little. There's a clear suggestion of ears, even though there's not. I may still sculpt ears to stick outside the mask, but if I get the hair right, I may not need too.
Well, not really but I'm still out in the garden! Sunny but oh so cold, today - why's the weather so strange, now that's a question?!
Our Daily Challenge ~ Curved or Curled ....
Apologies for being more or less absent from Flickr - I appear to be uploading some photos and disappearing but that's because I've been somewhat busy this week! Hopefully, back to normal soon!
Thanks to everyone who views this photo, adds a note, leaves a comment and of course BIG thanks to anyone who chooses to favourite my photo .... thanks to you all.
Some of you may have noticed that, unfortunately, owing to the fact that a certain person who sells truck photos on eBay commercially has been lifting my images from this album and selling them I have had to remove 2300 photos that didn't have a watermark. I have now run around 1700 through Lightroom and added a watermark with the intention of bulk uploading them again. Rather than watermark the existing (hidden) files in Flickr one at a time it will be easier to do it this way. I definitely won’t be adding individual tags with the make and model of each vehicle I will just add generic transport tags. Each photo is named after the vehicle and reg in any case. For anyone new to these images there is a chapter and verse explanation below. It is staggering how many times I get asked questions that a quick scan would answer or just as likely I can’t possibly answer – I didn’t take them, but, just to clarify-I do own the copyright- and I do pursue copyright theft.
This is a collection of scanned prints from a collection of photographs taken by the late Jim Taylor A number of years ago I was offered a large number of photographs taken by Jim Taylor, a transport photographer based in Huddersfield. The collection, 30,000 prints, 20,000 negatives – and copyright! – had been offered to me and one of the national transport magazines previously by a friend of Jim's, on behalf of Jim's wife. I initially turned them down, already having over 30,000 of my own prints filed away and taking space up. Several months later the prints were still for sale – at what was, apparently, the going rate. It was a lot of money and I deliberated for quite a while before deciding to buy them. I did however buy them directly from Jim’s wife and she delivered them personally – just to quash the occasional rumour from people who can’t mind their own business. Although some prints were sold elsewhere, particularly the popular big fleet stuff, I should have the negatives, unfortunately they came to me in a random mix, 1200 to a box, without any sort of indexing and as such it would be impossible to match negatives to prints, or, to even find a print of any particular vehicle. I have only ever looked at a handful myself unless I am scanning them. The prints are generally in excellent condition and I initially stored them in a bedroom without ever looking at any of them. In 2006 I built an extension and they had to be well protected from dust and moved a few times. Ultimately my former 6x7 box room office has become their (and my own work’s) permanent home.
I hope to avoid posting images that Jim had not taken his self, however should I inadvertently infringe another photographers copyright, please inform me by email and I will resolve the issue immediately. There are copyright issues with some of the photographs that were sold to me. A Flickr member from Scotland drew my attention to some of his own work amongst the first uploads of Jim’s work. I had a quick look through some of the 30 boxes of prints and decided that for the time being the safest thing for me to do was withdraw the majority of the earlier uploaded scans and deal with the problem – which I did. whilst the vast majority of the prints are Jims, there is a problem defining copyright of some of them, this is something that the seller did not make clear at the time. I am reasonably confident that I have since been successful in identifying Jims own work. His early work consists of many thousands of lustre 6x4 prints which are difficult to scan well, later work is almost entirely 7x5 glossy, much easier to scan. Not all of the prints are pin sharp but I can generally print successfully to A4 from a scan.
You may notice photographs being duplicated in this Album, unfortunately there are multiple copies of many prints (for swapping) and as I have to have a system of archiving and backing up I can only guess - using memory - if I have scanned a print before. The bigger fleets have so many similar vehicles and registration numbers that it is impossible to get it right all of the time. It is easier to scan and process a print than check my files - on three different PC’s - for duplicates. There has not been, nor will there ever be, any intention to knowingly breach anyone else's copyright. I have presented the Jim Taylor collection as exactly that-The Jim Taylor Collection- his work not mine, my own work is quite obviously mine.
Unfortunately, many truck spotters have swapped and traded their work without copyright marking it as theirs. These people never anticipated the ease with which images would be shared online in the future. I would guess that having swapped and traded photos for many years that it is almost impossible to control their future use. Anyone wanting to control the future use of their work would have been well advised to copyright mark their work (as many did) and would be well advised not to post them on photo sharing sites without a watermark as the whole point of these sites is to share the image, it is very easy for those that wish, to lift any image, despite security settings, indeed, Flickr itself, warns you that this is the case. It was this abuse and theft of my material that led me to watermark all of my later uploads. I may yet withdraw non-watermarked photos, I haven’t decided yet. (I did in the end)
To anyone reading the above it will be quite obvious that I can’t provide information regarding specific photos or potential future uploads – I didn’t take them! There are many vehicles that were well known to me as Jim only lived down the road from me (although I didn’t know him), however scanning, titling, tagging and uploading is laborious and time consuming enough, I do however provide a fair amount of information with my own transport (and other) photos. I am aware that there are requests from other Flickr users that are unanswered, I stumble across them months or years after they were posted, this isn’t deliberate. Some weekends one or two “enthusiasts” can add many hundreds of photos as favourites, this pushes requests that are in the comments section ten or twenty pages out of sight and I miss them. I also have notifications switched off, I receive around 50 emails a day through work and I don’t want even more from Flickr. Other requests, like many other things, I just plain forget – no excuses! Uploads of Jim’s photos will be infrequent as it is a boring pastime and I would much rather work on my own output.
Le 18 septembre 2019 en début de soirée, j'arrive ā Sion par un bus assurant la liaison Avignon-Lyon-Genève-Sion. Alors que je m'apprête à rejoindre mon hôte du soir je profite du paysage que je surplombe. Le coucher de soleil donne ā la ville de Sion un caractère surnaturel, les nuages changent de couleur, les lampadaires s'allument, le château de Tourbillon illumine le paysage. Après avoir fait du couchsurfing -première expérience très positive-, je débute le lendemain mon excursion de deux semaines de balade dans le Val d'Hérens au cœur du Valais. Chargé de mon paquetage d'une dizaine de kilos, j'occupe la matinée de mon premier jour d'excursion par l'achat de produits locaux. Pas question de tomber en panne sèche ā 3000 mètres d'altitudes. Un saucisson, du fromage de la région – l'Étivaz-, du chocolat noir -Ovomaltine « C'est de la dynamite ! »-, des fruits secs et c'est parti. Avant de quitter Sion je profite de l'ambiance du centre ville de bon matin. Un passant solitaire traverse la place de la Planta. Du ciel transparaissent quelques rayons du soleil. Atemporel. En début d'après-midi, l'autobus m'amène ā Thyon-les-collons. Arrivé ā environ 2000 mètres d'altitude, je débute ma marche dans un paysage grandiose. Première impression : la connexion avec le ciel, l'impression d' être au dessus de tout... ou presque. Des nuages au loin m'invitent ā monter plus haut, les cols des montagnes ā les gravir pour y découvrir ce qui s'y cache derrière. Je traverse les steppes et gazons alpins, il y a beau temps. La végétation que je croise est luxuriante, colorée et diversifiée. Je croise peu de touristes.
Durant les trois premiers jours, j'essaye de prendre un rythme. J'essaye d'atteindre en fin de journée les points que je me suis fixé comme but en début de journée. Je n'y parviens pas. Non pas que physiquement je sois éreinté par le dénivelé que je commence ā ressentir dans les cuisses et ischio-jambier, mais par les nombreux arrêts que je m'autorise pour faire des sessions photographiques. Poser ā terre les bâtons de marche, enlever le sac ā dos, sortir l'appareil photo, cadrer, faire la photographie, ranger l'appareil, réajuster les sangles de maintient, remettre le sac sur le dos, s'abaisser et prendre les bâtons de marche. Reprendre la marche. Toute une opération qui au bout d'un temps me fait plutôt jeter ā terre les bâtons, poser un peu ā la va vite le sac ā terre et répéter toutes ces opérations. Mais cette légère contrainte est largement compensée par l'étonnement, l'admiration, l'ébahissement que j'ai d'être face ā un tel paysage. Une faune et une flore sauvage, laissée ā l'état de liberté. C'est un paysage de caractère qui invite ā la plénitude. Quelques rares habitations qui se perdent dans un paysage montagneux. Le voisinage ne semble pas être une question contraignante. Je m'imagine alors le mode de vie que doivent avoir ces gens qui vivent dans ces habitats le temps d'une saison... peut-être ā l'année. Je prends conscience qu'en montagne, la fraîcheur se fait rapidement sentir dès que le soleil n'illumine plus le flanc de montagne sur lequel vous êtes. En septembre, selon ou l'on se trouve, 17h est l'heure à laquelle il est légitime de se soucier de l'endroit du coucher. Le premier jour, je fais l'erreur de tarder dans le choix du lieu du bivouac. À 19h je commence ma recherche. Après une heure et demie je parviens ā trouver un compromis. En sous-bois, sur le flanc d'un sol pentu, je compense alors les aléas du terrains en mettant en boule quelques habits dans la tente. Je dîne - bien grand mot quand la casserole est ā la fois l'outil de cuisson, l'assiette pour le plat principal et le contenant du thé en fin de repas. Ma première nuit est fraîche, l'idée de dormir dans un sous-bois rend l'atmosphère humide, le froid ressenti comme étant davantage prégnant.
Le lendemain je repars en bonne forme. Je continue de longer le fleuve de la Dixence qui se trouve en contrebas du chemin que j'empreinte. Pause ravitaillement pour récupérer ā une source de l'eau et remplir ma gourde de 2 litres. Il n'est pas rare de croiser des troupeaux sur mon chemin mené ou pas par des éleveurs. Au deuxième jour de marche, Thyon-les-collons est ā peine visible. Je croise de-ci, de-là des maisonnettes, des troupeaux sur mon chemin. Le dénivelé se fait plus marqué et le poids du sac se fait davantage sentir sur les épaules. Pause déjeuner. Le paysage se fait de plus en plus montagneux, les roches noires contrastent avec les couleurs ocres, jaunes pétantes des fourrages. Il me faudra trois jours pour arriver au niveau du Lac des Dix (2365m) et de son barrage aux dimensions impressionnantes. D'une hauteur de 235 mètres, long comme deux terrains de football mis bout ā bout, ce barrage est d'une profondeur de 200 mètres ā sa base et d'une quinzaines de mètres ā son point le plus haut. Son poids serait égal ā celui de la grande pyramide de Khéops en Egypte. De telles dimensions permettent au barrage de la Grande Dixence de contenir les 400 millions de m3 d'eau du lac, développant une puissance électrique record de 2000 MW ce qui lui permet d'être considéré comme le plus haut barrage-poids du monde. Un tel spectacle est étonnant. 15 mètres de marche permettent de constater de l'exploit de cette architecture. D'un coté distant de quelques mètres le lac de la Dixence calme et paisible, de l'autre côté la vallée qui s'étend 200 mètres plus bas. À perte de vue des vallons, montagnes, des pics. Au loin, la ville de Sion.
Première nuit ou les étoiles se révèlent avec une pollution lumineuse réduite. La voûte céleste se laisse prendre en photographie en pause lente. Il n'est pas rare durant les quelques nuit que je passe proche d'une forêt, d'un bois ou d'un ruisseau de me réveiller plusieurs fois la nuit, saisi par le froid. La couche supérieure de la tente gèle parfois. Par mégarde je laisse deux habits posés sur la tente pour qu'ils sèchent à l'extérieur. Durant la nuit, les cristaux de glaces se forment et les gèlent entièrement. Les débuts de journées sont fraîches et reculent mon heure de départ. La solution ā défaut d'avoir des moufles pour maintenir les mains au chaud : avoir des chaussettes aux mains. À 10h le soleil réchauffe l'atmosphère, les habits sèchent et je peux faire ma toilette et un petit bain frigorifique dans le Torrent de Chenna ā 10h du matin. La route qui mène au barrage de la Grande Dixence est tortueuse, je n'aurai pas ā l'emprunter, prenant un chemin de terre qui y mène directement. Il me fait passer par une succession de tunnel creusé dans des flancs de montagne. Le soir, sans réseau 4G, je campe ā la pointe du lac de Dix. Seul, sans pollution lumineuse, sonore, humaine. J'ai l'impression d'être en proie ā la nature, à une solitude qui ne fait pas peur, mais ou tout est possible. Le passé ou le futur lointain n'est pas dans mes pensée. Seul le présent et ses alternatives temporelles proches m'occupent l'esprit. Je trouve un lieu où dormir et installe la tente. Rapidement je me lave grâce ā l'eau d'un ruisseau qui coule. Je prépare à manger, déguste face à un paysage qui s'obscurcit. La nuit tombe, des nuages se découpent sur les pics des montagnes. Je m'endors avec le seul bruit du vent qui tapote sur la toile de tente.
4ème journée, je quitte le lac des Dix pour me rendre au col de Riedmatten en passant par le pas de chèvre (2919m). Je me lève ā 5h du matin. Ma première action ? Prendre un petit-déjeuner à base de chocolat, fruits secs variés, fajitas, patte d'amande avec un peu de chocolat aussi. Un petit coup de toilette puis je m'occupe de trier, ranger le matériel pour qu'il tienne dans les 50 litres du sac ā dos. Au fur et à mesure des jours qui passent je dois avouer que cette action répétitive me lasse un peu mais devient un rituel qui marque le début et la fin de la journée. Je débute la marche alors que le soleil se lève sur les pics de montagnes et la vallée au loin. La montée se fait de plus en plus pentue. Je traverse le Torrent de Cheilon. Peu ā peu, le chemin de caillou se transforme en chemin symbolique ou seul les balises en indiquent concrètement la trajectoire. La flore se fait plus rare, le paysage imposant se fait plus abrupte, le dénivelé s'affirme. Je ne m'aide plus seulement de mes jambes mais aussi de mes mains pour gravir. Je m'attarde un temps face au mont Blanc de Cheilon et ā son glacier. Observation contemplative. Arrivé au Col de Riedmatten, je laisse derrière moi les roches, pierres et une flore qui se fait rare pour y découvrir les steppes qui mènent vers le lac de Moiry. Le paysage environnant est entrecoupé de pics et de pentes dans un écrin de nature sauvage. Je vois dans le Glacier de Tsijore Nouve une tête de mort... En début d'après-midi j'entame ma descente vers Arolla (2000m) dominée par le mont Collon en arrière plan. Arrivé ā Arolla, les nuages s'obscurcissent... J'empreinte un pont de singe qui tangue ā chaque pas dans un rebond lancinant. Une sensation amusante qui donne l'impression d’être plus léger, d'avoir le pas hésitant.
Je campe le soir près de la Sage, dans un champs qui en apparence semble appartenir à personne. La nuit fut entrecoupée par une pluie battante et des rafales de vent. Le lendemain je me réveille avec une brume qui se dissipe. Ayant plutôt l'habitude de côtoyer des architectures de béton je quitte la Sage et ses chalets de bois qui semblent venir d'une autre époque. L'objectif que je me fixe ā la mi-journée c'est d'arriver au Lac Bleu, réputé pour se situer dans un écrin de nature sauvage, avec une eau d'une couleur bleu vive - résultant de l'action conjuguée des algues et des argiles glaciaires-. Sur le chemin qui monte au lac, en pleine forêt, alors que je remets une sangle de mon sac à dos, je me fais surprendre par le bond d'un cerf adulte qui fend les fourrages à une vitesse éclair. La scène se déroule face à moi à une trentaine de mètres. Pas un seul bâtiment aux alentours. La nature. Elle m'invite ā un imaginaire digne des films de fantasy comme le Seigneur des Anneaux ou encore à me plonger dans l'ambiance cinématographique d'une période Moyenâgeuse où les croyances et rituels étaient connectés à la nature. Une époque où la démographie humaine était moins importante, où la valeur humaine était autre. Peu de temps m'en faut pour arriver au Lac Bleu. Vu l'heure, je décide de laver et faire sécher au soleil mes vêtements sales. Je mets en place un dispositif d'étendoir assez incongru en utilisant mes bâtons de marche et la table de camping qui se trouve sur une butte en surplombant le lac. 1h. 2h. Le soleil se couvre peu ā peu, malgré des rafales de vent bien présentes, le linge ne sèche pas. 3H, je commence ā me dire que je ne pourrais pas continuer plus loin ma marche de la journée. 19h30. J'installe la tente pour me réchauffer – connaissant la fraicheur des nuits proches d'une source d'eau-. Je décide de faire du feu avec un briquet, quelques brindilles et des branches ramassées de ci de-là. Sans succès. Nuit tombante depuis le lac bleu. Cette nuit fut la plus difficile. Je me réveille plusieurs fois durant la nuit, me réchauffe les doigts en allumant un briquet, entasse mes habits les uns par dessus les autres. À quelques centaines de mètres je traverse ce qui semble être un village abandonné. Une inscription surplombe l'un des chalets : « Le petit chalet ». Le lendemain je prends la route pour les Haudères (1454m), charmant village de vallée où tous les bâtis ou presque sont en bois. Traversant les forêts Valaisannes, je prête l'oreille ā plusieurs coups de feu. En cette basse saison, les chasseurs sont plus présent dans les forêts que les randonneurs. Je fais d'ailleurs la rencontre de trois d'entres eux. Le premier est pris en photographie sur smartphone par sa femme alors qu'il porte ā bout de bras un cerf tel un trophée. Le second lorsque je croise un chasseur porter sur son dos un cerf. Cette rencontre me permets de discuter avec lui sur sa pratique. Je suis notamment étonné de le voir redescendre de si bonne heure (8h) avec déjà un cervidé mort sur le dos. Il m'explique qu'il a tué l'animal la veille, l'a vidé de ses entrailles, a dormi dans une cabane de chasseur et qu'il redescend ā son véhicule pour aller vendre la bête ce matin. Curieux de son arme, il me montre ses cartouches et son viseur d'une précision de plus de 500 mètres. Je le prends en photographie avant que chacun nous reprenions nos routes. À la mi-journée, je décide que je dormirai dans un camping avec plus de confort ā la clef. Avant d'entrer dans les Haudères, je fais la rencontre de plusieurs chalets fleuris nichés sur le flanc de la montagne. Je pourrais presque m'attendre ā ce que Bilbon Sacquet sorte avec un lot de pinte de Gandalf’s Ale, de Bilbo’s Beer ou encore de Frodo’s Lager. Ca n’arrivera pas, mais je m'amuse ā me l'imaginer. Arrivé ā Les Haudères je découvre un centre-village tout fait de bois et de pierres. Deux artères coupent le village d'Est en Ouest et du Nord au Sud. Je passe face au Garage des Alpes, atelier de réparation automobile pour me rendre jusqu’à l'auberge-camping Molignon, endroit ou je dormirai pour la nuit.
À minuit il se met à pleuvoir durant plusieurs heures. De bon matin je croise dans le camping un touriste qui me déconseille de randonner jusqu'au Col de Torrent avec la météo qu'il y a eu la veille. Les sommets sont enneigés. Je décide de me prendre une journée de repos et vais en direction d'Evolène (1371m) pour m'y acheter des moufles afin d'éviter le froid ressenti parfois durant la nuit ou pour éviter le frottement de la paume sur les bâtons de marche. Le lendemain en direction de La Sage je croise les dernières maisons. Alors que je continue mon ascension, derrière moi l'orage semble se profiler sur les Haudères et Evolène. Je continue la marche en espérant que la météo ne se dégrade pas trop. Arrivée dans les nuages.
J'expérimente ma première nuit à 0 degré à 2700 mètres d'altitude sur le flanc de montagne ā 300 mètres du Col de Torrent. Les nuage sont en formation, j'ai la tête dans les nuages. Levé ā 7h du matin je pars en direction le Col de Torrent ā 2916 mètres d'altitude. Le chemin de traverse me mène jusqu'au lac de Moiry (2249m) d'un bleu étonnant et son barrage qui surplombe la vallée. Son barrage voûte situé dans le canton du Valais en Suisse est localisé au-dessus du village de Grimentz. Il a été mis en service en 1958 après 4 ans de construction. Je m'endors près du pas de Lona (2787m) sous une nuit étoilée. Le lendemain matin, c'est la tête dans les nuages et le brouillard que je débute mon excursion matinale avec l'impression d'assister ā un spectacle, un ballet où les nuages glissent cotonneusement sur les flancs de montagne. Quelle sensation de solitude. Dans l'après-midi j'atteins la cabane des Becs de Bosson ā 2983 mètres d'altitude puis la pointe de la Tsevalire ā 3026 mètres. Je finis la journée bien fatigué proche de la Becca de Lovegno à près de 2700m ou j'y passe la nuit. 18h, le soleil se couche derrière les crêtes. Je passe ma nuit la plus fraiche, -2 degré était annoncé par la météo locale. Je ne dors pas bien, me réveille souvent. Mon pantalon, le sac ā dos et tout ce qui peut tenir chaud est empilé au dessus de moi sur le sac de couchage. Durant un court moment, je décide d'allumer le réchaud pour réchauffer mes doigts.
Le lendemain je me repose durant deux heures proche du lac du Louché (2567m), situé dans un écrin de nature marécageux, isolé et préservé de toute activité humaine. Cet endroit est l'un des plus silencieux de toute mon excursion. Pas de bruit. Celui du vent par intermittence. Seul les trainées de condensation d'un avion haut dans le ciel marque la réalité de notre époque et renforce mon extase sonore et visuelle face à un tel lieu. Je prends en photographie la Gentiana Verna, première de la saison qui occupe avec parcimonie les prairies subalpines. Je reprends la marche pour me rendre au Mont-Noble ā près de 2670m. Une fois franchie cette étape je ne cesse de descendre en altitude en passant par Mase (1301m) pour me rendre aux grottes de Combioula qui se trouvent dans les gorges de la Borgne. La source chaude de ces grottes permet de profiter d'une eau à une vingtaine de degrés tout en admirant le paysage environnant. La rivière Borgne qui passe ā quelques mètres est bien plus froide. Le lendemain je me rends direction Hérémence pour y découvrir les pyramides d'Euseigne qui font partie des caractéristiques géologiques impressionnantes du territoire. Je me rends ā Vex (939m). Plus tôt dans la journée j'avais passé un coup de téléphone pour y réserver une nuit en camping.
Arrivé lā-bas, je suis reçu par le gérant. Il a l'allure imposante d'un biker de film américain des années 80. Le bandana autour de la tête, assez petit et trapu, la bedaine en supplément. Débute alors un quiproquo où je lui annonce avoir réservé un emplacement de tente pour la nuit. Lui me dit que non. La fatigue n'aidant pas, j'affirme mon point de vue. Quiproquo qui abouti ā ce que la discussion se dégrade. Je décide de partir promptement, n'ayant pas envie d'avoir à faire à ses chiens. Je me rends compte que l'erreur venais de moi et que le camping en question où j'avais une place de réservée était ā Sion au camping Valcentre (500m). Je repense ā cet épisode ubuesque tout en marchant. En bande dessinée ça aurait fait le gag. 17h. Vite il me faut accélérer le pas pour me rendre sur place. Le coup du sort jouant en ma défaveur ou bien car j'étais désinformé, je prends un chemin balisé pour les randonneurs qui me mène à... un cul de sac ou plutôt à un chemin condamné. Du fait de la chute de pierres il y avait quelques mois de cela, la passerelle qui surplombe La Borgne n'est plus. Voyant l'heure filer, je décide tout de même de traverser la rivière le sac ā dos tenu les bras en l'air. Me croyant libéré de cette histoire d'éboulis de pierres je fais face à deux autres reprises à des culs de sac ou des portions de chemin fragilisés. Je me dépêche de les franchir en prenant un maximum conscience des points d'équilibres qui sont optimum pour ma traversée de ces obstacles. Je quitte la rivière et rejoint les champs de vigne. En fin de journée sur les coups de 19 heures j'arrive au camping de Sion fatigué mais content d'avoir réussi à atteindre mon point d'étape de la journée. Les deux jours qui suivent me permettent de faire des emplettes (surtout des plaquettes de chocolat) et de préparer mon retour en France. Je prends le bus le 4 octobre tout en me disant que je reviendrais un de ces jours parmi ces paysages Suisse afin d'en découvrir davantage.
He spoke, and as upon the bed she lay,
Trembling amidst new thoughts, he sent a ray
Of finest love unto her inmost heart,
Till, murmuring low, she strove the night to part,
And like a bride who meets her love at last,
When the long days of yearning are o’erpast,
She reached to him her perfect arms unseen,
And said, "O Love, how wretched I have been!
What hast thou done?" And by her side he lay,
Till just before the dawning of the day.
This is the winter coloring pattern. In the summer pattern the hind wing is much darker.
"In all affairs it's a healthy thing now and then to hang a question mark on the things you have long taken for granted."
Bertrand Russell
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MONUMENTAL GHOSTLY HEIGHTS
BRADFORD KESSLER SOLO EXHIBITION
DAFENG GALLERY / 798 / BEIJING
7.31.10 - 9.19.10
Bradford Kessler, born in Kansas USA, 1982, currently lives and works in Beijing. Born and raised on the white bread of America, filled with dreams of Disneyland and rapid-flash images of cartoons and television, he finds himself immersed in China's nascent art community. Kessler's approach to creating art work is based on transmitting conceptual ideas. He creates art objects, projects and videos referencing conspiracy, movies, drugs, suicide and philosophy, which attempt to explain a kind of mythology of his generation. Art is meant to be shared, it is an experience. An art work itself is a language, it is a means of communication. Through the concepts of his works, Kessler introduces a new language, diction, syntax to Beijing's art community, which is exactly what constitutes the raw creative environment that defines the evolving character of Beijing.
Kessler describes his inspiration for "Monumental Ghostly Heights" as a process of gathering information and visual ideas all related to incidents of dreaming and escape, both real and metaphysical. The artworks, better described as objects or products, displayed are mere byproducts or selected physical realizations of a thousand fleeting thoughts, images, questions and inspirational moments. Consisting of blueprints splattered with bat blood, his "K(O) Phasor Safari Series" of pretend B-Flick movie posters recreate tranquilized visions of technological horror and mass parapsychological events. "Projectiles for Riding a Single Etermal Wave" is a set of abstract fiberglass sculptures coated in surfwax which are modeled from the molecular structure of cyanide and project from his futuristic replica of the portable M29 'Davy Crockett' nuclear weapon system tested by the American military during the Korean War. Kessler imagines these over sized cyanide molecules as props like the giant tarantulas wreaking havoc over chaotic crowds of a 1950's Sci-Fi Horror movie. His research refers to the prophetic visions and suicide missions of the UFO cult Heaven's Gate and the Utopian People's Temple. An underlying thread of his works is the desire to escape humanness and discover what Walt Disney would call a "magic kingdom." This search of a dream and the suspension of disbelief that supports it are evidence of a generation attempting to define and maintain their eternal youth. Kessler represents a generation of young artists rapidly surfing the internet, unafraid of pioneering new conceptual territories, and willing to dramatically expose themselves in the name of expression and creativity.
博凯(Bradford Kessler)，28岁， 是生于美国堪萨斯州而现住北京的职业艺术家。吃着美国的白面包长大，对迪斯尼乐园，电视和快速闪现的卡通形象充满梦想，他现在发现自己已经沉湎于中国新兴的艺术团体。 博凯进行艺术创造的方针是传达概念性的想法。他所创作的作品中频频出现关于阴谋、毒品、邪教自杀和哲学符号，试图解释美国80后的神话。艺术的体验应该分享。艺术品本身是一种语言，是一种交流的方式。博凯通其作品中的概念性描绘，为北京的艺术社区引入了一种新的语言，措辞，语法，这恰恰是构成北京原创的不断进化的环境特征的最好定义。
博凯逐字逐句的讲解着他的梦想。从他收集与梦与逃避相关的信息、视觉观点事件，真实的或是形而上学的来讲述他的展览的灵感来源。艺术品，被更好的描述作物体或者产品，仅仅是通过被选定的副产品来展现那成千上万的转瞬即逝的想法、图像、困惑还有那些有灵感的瞬间。他《K(O) Phasor狩猎之旅》的海报系列作品是在药物引起的经验后重现虚幻的假想。〈永恒冲浪大炮〉系列是便携式核武器系统，但是炮弹泽变成了钠氢份子。他的研究是指天堂之门的集体自杀和先知远见以及人民圣殿教的乌托邦理想。他的作品当中其中一个常见的含义是希望摆脱现实而进入沃尔特-迪斯尼先生的“神奇王国”。梦想的寻找是这一代人试图确定他们的自我生成的证据。博凯代表的是一代频频上网，不停地在新领域的开拓艺术灵感的来源。他们并迫切用表达和创造力来释放自己。
I’ve been wanting to take a city break in summer, rather than in the cold months for a while, so rather than heading for the Lake District for a week of toil on the fells when Jayne could get a week off, we took off from Liverpool for Paris. Flight times were nice and sociable but it meant we were on the M62 car park at a busy time in both directions – it’s a shambles! I’ve stopped over in Paris a dozen times – on my way to cycling in the Etape du Tour in the Alps or Pyrenees – and had a few nights out there. Come to think about it and we’ve spent the day on the Champs Elysees watching the final day of the Tour de France with Mark Cavendish winning. We hadn’t been for a holiday there though and it was a bit of a spur of the moment decision. Six nights gave us five and a half days to explore Paris on foot. I had a good selection of (heavy) kit with me, not wanting to make the usual mistake of leaving something behind and regretting it. In the end I carried the kit in my backpack – an ordinary rucksack – to keep the weight down, for 103 miles, all recorded on the cycling Garmin – and took 3500 photos. The little Garmin is light and will do about 15 hours, it expired towards the end of a couple of 16 hour days but I had the info I wanted by then. This also keeps the phone battery free for research and route finding – I managed to flatten that once though.
What can I say – Paris was fantastic! The weather varied from OK to fantastic, windy for a few days, the dreaded grey white dullness for a while but I couldn’t complain really. We were out around 8.30 in shorts and tee shirt, which I would swap for a vest when it warmed up, hitting 30 degrees at times, we stayed out until around midnight most nights. It was a pretty full on trip. The security at some destinations could have been a problem as there is a bag size limit to save room in the lifts etc. I found the French to be very pragmatic about it, a bag search was a cursory glance, accepting that I was lugging camera gear, not bombs around, and they weren’t going to stop a paying customer from passing because his bag was a bit over size.
We didn’t have a plan, as usual we made it up as we went along, a loose itinerary for the day would always end up changing owing to discoveries along the way. Many times we would visit something a few times, weighing the crowds and light etc. up and deciding to come back later. I waited patiently to go up the Eiffel Tower, we arrived on Tuesday and finally went up on Friday evening. It was a late decision but the weather was good, the light was good and importantly I reckoned that we would get a sunset. Previous evenings the sun had just slid behind distant westerly clouds without any golden glory. It was a good choice. We went up the steps at 7.30 pm, short queue and cheaper – and just to say that we had. The steps are at an easy angle and were nowhere near as bad as expected, even with the heavy pack. We stayed up there, on a mad and busy Friday night, until 11.30, the light changed a lot and once we had stayed a couple of hours we decided to wait for the lights to come on. This was a downside to travelling at this time of year, to do any night photography we had to stay out late as it was light until 10.30. The Eiffel Tower is incredible and very well run, they are quite efficient at moving people around it from level to level. It was still buzzing at midnight with thousands of people around. The sunset on Saturday was probably better but we spent the evening around the base of the Tower, watching the light change, people watching and soaking the party atmosphere up.
Some days our first destination was five miles away, this is a lot of road junctions in a city, the roads in Paris are wide so you generally have to wait for the green man to cross. This made progress steady but when you are on holiday it doesn’t matter too much. Needless to say we walked through some dodgy places, with graffiti on anything that stays still long enough. We were ultra-cautious with our belongings having heard the pickpocket horror stories. At every Café/bar stop the bags were clipped to the table leg out of sight and never left alone. I carried the camera in my hand all day and everywhere I went, I only popped it in my bag to eat. I would guess that there were easier people to rob than us, some people were openly careless with phones and wallets.
We didn’t enter the big attractions, it was too nice to be in a museum or church and quite a few have a photography ban. These bans make me laugh, they are totally ignored by many ( Japanese particularly) people. Having travelled around the world to see something, no one is going to stop them getting their selfies. Selfies? Everywhere people pointed their cameras at their own face, walking around videoing – their self! I do like to have a few photos of us for posterity but these people are self-obsessed.
Paris has obviously got a problem with homeless (mostly) migrants. Walk a distance along the River Seine and you will find tented villages, there is a powerful smell of urine in every corner, with the no alcohol restrictions ignored, empty cans and bottles stacked around the bins as evidence. There are families, woman living on mattresses with as many as four small children, on the main boulevards. They beg by day and at midnight they are all huddled asleep on the pavement. The men in the tents seem to be selling plastic Eiffel Tower models to the tourists or bottled water – even bottles of wine. Love locks and selfy sticks were also top sellers. There must be millions of locks fastened to railings around the city, mostly brass, so removing them will be self-funding as brass is £2.20 a kilo.
As for the sights we saw, well if it was on the map we tried to walk to it. We crossed the Periphique ring road to get to the outer reaches of Paris. La Defense – the financial area with dozens of modern office blocks – was impressive, and still expanding. The Bois de Boulogne park, with the horse racing track and the Louis Vuitton Centre was part of a 20 mile loop that day. Another day saw us in the north east. We had the dome of the Sacre Couer to ourselves, with thousands of tourists wandering below us oblivious of the entrance and ticket office under the church. Again the light was fantastic for us. We read that Pere Lachaise Cemetery or Cimitiere du Pere Lachaise was one of the most visited destinations, a five mile walk but we went. It is massive, you need a map, but for me one massive tomb is much the same as another, it does have highlights but we didn’t stay long. Fortunately we were now closer to the Canal St Martin which would lead us to Parc de la Villette. This was a Sunday and everywhere was both buzzing and chilled at the same time. Where ever we went people were sat watching the world go by, socializing and picnicking, soaking the sun up. As ever I wanted to go up on the roof of anything I could as I love taking cityscapes. Most of these were expensive compared with many places we’ve been to before but up we went. The Tour Montparnasse, a single tower block with 59 floors, 690 foot high and extremely fast lifts has incredible views although it was a touch hazy on our ascent. The Arc de Triomphe was just up the road from our hotel, we went up it within hours of arriving, well worth the visit.
At the time of writing I have no idea how many images will make the cut but it will be a lot. If I have ten subtly different shots of something, I find it hard to consign nine to the dark depths of my hard drive never to be seen again – and I’m not very good at ruthless selection – so if the photo is OK it will get uploaded. My view is that it’s my photostream, I like to be able to browse my own work at my leisure at a later date, it’s more or less free and stats tell me these images will get looked at. I’m not aiming for single stunning shots, more of a comprehensive overview of an interesting place, presented to the best of my current capabilities. I am my own biggest critic, another reason for looking at my older stuff is to critique it and look to improve on previous mistakes. I do get regular requests from both individuals and organisations to use images and I’m obliging unless someone is taking the piss. I’m not bothered about work being published (with my permission) but it is reassuringly nice to be asked. The manipulation of Flickr favourites and views through adding thousands of contacts doesn’t interest me and I do sometimes question the whole point of the Flickr exercise. I do like having access to my own back catalogue though and it gives family and friends the chance to read about the trip and view the photos at their leisure so for the time being I’m sticking with it. I do have over 15 million views at the moment which is a far cry from showing a few people an album, let’s face it, there’s an oversupply of images, many of them superb but all being devalued by the sheer quantity available.
Don’t think that it was all walking and photography, we had a great break and spent plenty of time in pavement bistros having a glass of wine and people watching. I can certainly understand why Paris is top of the travellers list of destinations.
One of the things I love about Williamsburg is the interpreters. They study the person they are doing and are able to answer questions. Notice the blood on from an operation just completed.
This is a photograph from the start of the 6th annual Kinnegad 5KM Road Race and Fun Run 2015 which was held in the town of Kinnegad, Co. Westmeath, Ireland on Wednesday 8th July 2015 at 20:00. This race has firmly estbalished itself on the local race calender and yet again the race got wonderful support from local clubs and runners. The race is flat and fast and takes runners on traffic free route which includes 3KM on the local road 'Boreen Bradach'. The finish is on the famous main street of Kinnegad in front of Harry's Hotel. Over 200 people took part and the results by Premier Timing Systems are available here [www.premiertimingsystems.ie/]. Our full set of photographs from tonight's race is available here www.flickr.com/photos/peterm7/sets/72157653300652864
The race is organised by Coralstown Kinnegad GAA Club with proceeds from the race going towards the development of the club.
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Attribution- anyone using our photographs gives us an appropriate credit for it. This ensures that people aren't taking our photographs and passing them off as their own. This usually just mean putting a link to our photographs somewhere on your website, blog, or Facebook where other people can see it.
ShareAlike – anyone can use these photographs, and make changes if they like, or incorporate them into a bigger project, but they must make those changes available back to the community under the same terms.
Above all what Creative Commons aims to do is to encourage creative sharing. See some examples of Creative Commons photographs on Flickr: www.flickr.com/creativecommons/
I ran in the race - but my photograph doesn't appear here in your Flickr set! What gives?
As mentioned above we take these photographs as a hobby and as a voluntary contribution to the running community in Ireland. Very often we have actually ran in the same race and then switched to photographer mode after we finished the race. Consequently, we feel that we have no obligations to capture a photograph of every participant in the race. However, we do try our very best to capture as many participants as possible. But this is sometimes not possible for a variety of reasons:
►You were hidden behind another participant as you passed our camera
►Weather or lighting conditions meant that we had some photographs with blurry content which we did not upload to our Flickr set
►There were too many people - some races attract thousands of participants and as amateur photographs we cannot hope to capture photographs of everyone
►We simply missed you - sorry about that - we did our best!
You can email us petermooney78 AT gmail DOT com to enquire if we have a photograph of you which didn't make the final Flickr selection for the race. But we cannot promise that there will be photograph there. As alternatives we advise you to contact the race organisers to enquire if there were (1) other photographs taking photographs at the race event or if (2) there were professional commercial sports photographers taking photographs which might have some photographs of you available for purchase. You might find some links for further information above.
Don't like your photograph here?
That's OK! We understand!
If, for any reason, you are not happy or comfortable with your picture appearing here in this photoset on Flickr then please email us at petermooney78 AT gmail DOT com and we will remove it as soon as possible. We give careful consideration to each photograph before uploading.
I want to tell people about these great photographs!
Great! Thank you! The best link to spread the word around is probably http://www.flickr.com/peterm7/sets
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Question Time: the President of the European Commission, José Manuel Barroso (right), fields questions from MEPs. Martin Schulz (S&D)
©European Parliament/Pietro Naj-Oleari
Read more: www.europarl.europa.eu/news/public/focus_page/008-64472-3...
Brenda Prager, Jason Ritchie and Nancy Wiggers discuss a question during a workshop on teaching in STEM disciplines. Photo by Thomas Graning/Ole Miss Communications
U.S. Secretary of State Rex Tillerson listens to a reporter's question at a joint press conference with Russian Foreign Minister Sergey Lavrov in Moscow, Russia, on April 12, 2017. [State Department photo/ Public Domain]
Song by the Killers. I previously posted a similar photo using other photos in the background. www.flickr.com/photos/27932019@N07/5983094614/in/photolis... The photos in the background are from the classic photo album, The Family of Man. I recently revisited that photo shoot and discovered a few other photos I took that day and decided I like this background as well. Taken 7/2011. Link to song: www.youtube.com/watch?v=RIZdjT1472Y PS BTW There is a debate concerning the lyrics. Some say the question is "are we denser" but Wiki lands on the side of dancer.
Deputy Secretary Krysta Harden listens to questions posed by students interning at USDA for the Fall 2013 semester through the Hispanic Association of Colleges and Universities (HACU) National Internship Program. This program is a partnership between the USDA and HACU that provides an excellent opportunity for the Department to identify highly qualified candidates for future employment. Tue. December 3, 2013 in Washington, D.C. USDA Photo by Bob Nichols
A question from a delegate.
Greater Manchester Police has just concluded this year’s Operation Protector. The operation is put in place whenever one of the major political parties holds an annual conference in the city.
Chief Superintendent John O’Hare said: “Manchester has been host to the annual Conservative Party Conference since Sunday 29 September 2013.
“This has been a major security operation for Greater Manchester Police which has caused some disruption to residents, visitors and businesses across the city.
“We have worked closely with our partners to ensure that we struck the right balance between security and the day to day life of the City.
“I want to take this opportunity to thank the people of Manchester for their patience and support over the last week or so.”
Next year Manchester will host the Labour Party’s annual conference.
To find out more about Greater Manchester Police please visit our website.
You should call 101, the new national non-emergency number, to report crime and other concerns that do not require an emergency response.
Always call 999 in an emergency, such as when a crime is in progress, violence is being used or threatened or where there is danger to life.
You can also call anonymously with information about crime to Crimestoppers on 0800 555 111. Crimestoppers is an independent charity who will not want your name, just your information. Your call will not be traced or recorded and you do not have to go to court or give a statement.
Question technique : quelqu'un peut -il m'expliquer comment faire une photo dont une partie est sombre (l'intérieur de la niche), et l'autre lumineuse (l'extérieur de la niche un jour de neige) ?????
What Is More Important: Who You Are Or Your Reaction To Who You Say You Are?
This is a tricky question, so don't just shoot from the hip and leave (like you always do)... let me show you something that you probably didn't know.
I have been perturbed, I mean really bothered by the fact, that although everyone got the same activator download, the results are so different.
Some people thrive, soar, produce unpredictable and unprecedented results.
Some people didn't see any changes.
And there are all kinds of variations in the middle.
What could be the reason?
One possible reason I have explored in yesterday's post, but it doesn't answer all the questions.
Some people, when I measure, arrived to 299, yet nothing else changed. WTF!?
As usual, I asked Source for some guidance, and it came.
The first thing that came down came in a movie (The Piano) that I watched for one scene and one sentence: the woman wants to die, ties her foot to her piano that is dumped into the ocean. Once on the ocean bottom she realizes that she wants to live, unties the rope and swims to the surface. She is surprised that something in her wanted to live.
You see, having invested all I got, my business, my future into this Planetary Ascension, I am more than invested... and every little hint of failure questions my right to exist, to live on.
And... this takes us to the real issue. The issue that points out why some people thrive and others don't change at all.
I gave two coaching sessions in quick succession, and both were to people that no matter what coaching program they did, how much money they invested in their evolution, they didn't succeed to have any positive changes.
I was guided by Source to explore a particular path with them: examine crucial turning points in their lives where they decided what is going to be their life-script.
Please, stay mindful of the question in the title: we want to find out what is more important to the quality of your life, who you are or how you react to who you are? OK?
Now, let's look at three examples:
Client #1: deaf and blind. The blindness and the deafness came on around age 9. She lost all friends, all ties to life. She was contemplating ending her life. Who she was is deaf and blind.
But the story doesn't end with that. She must have decided how she was going to "react" to her deficiencies. She must have decided that she was going to be independent, and a winner. So she became a world class athlete. She was an Olympian in tandem bicycle, and even won a silver medal on one of those Olympics. She had a master's degree, she was a licensed massage therapist and earned a full time living.
Later in life she had a debilitating cycling accident where her scull shattered, she had a stroke... but she got on the stationary bike and didn't allow life to beat her... Recently she wrote her life story, and was preparing to partake in the Race Across America cycling challenge, when she fell down the stairs and never woke up again.
Client #2: was born unwanted. His mother was angry: she didn't want another child.
He decided that she will have to pay for that, and started a life of getting into trouble... first he broke a bone, regularly, in his body, then got into other troubles, like becoming ostracized, losing money, then lost all his money, then lost his livelihood.
He'd taken lots of courses, coaching programs, healing modalities, to no avail.
The activation didn't do much for him. His script is still making his mother pay...
Client #3: at an early age he didn't stand up for himself, and allowed a bully to take what he could, and trample him to the ground. He decided that he was a gutless nincompoop.
He decided that he'd rather get into trouble for not doing what he needs to do than being called that again.
He is busy, he is trying, but he never actually does what he needs to do. Even in the conversation: he wants to be off the hook. He feels slippery, like a fish... avoiding being pinned down. I needed to use my empathic abilities to guide me, because he wouldn't.
He takes copious notes but never takes an action that could reveal that he is a gutless thing. He has just enough to get by... ultimately showing what he most tries to hide, that his script is to not be willing to stand up to life.
Because success is a result of action, and action is consistent with your reaction to who you are (or decided you are) if your reaction was consistent with successful action, you are successful. If it wasn't you aren't.
Case #1 had a decision for success. Case #2 and Case #3 had no room for success in their decision, and therefore are both unsuccessful.
Bummer... You see, we are all trying to work on who we are, but you see that is almost irrelevant: what is relevant for your success is how you decided to react to who you said you were... ((to complicate things, what you said about yourself doesn't hold any water, it is not true, it was made up by and upset kid! There is more to a person than their eyes and ears, their behavior while beaten by a bully, or what an upset mother said about you!))
Like you, I can't change how my machine wants me to behave: to stick with it, to be like a pit-bull, to hang in there, even beyond where it makes any sense... I had to reveal that my machine is not my best friend! I needed to learn new ways of making decisions, at crucial points, make decisions not from the machine, but from an adult vantage point.
I have done it. I have seen others do it. So it is possible.
If you identify your "script" accurately then you can actually change your outcome. You can't change your script, but you can create a life parallel with it. But most people can't do it themselves, just like you cannot do brain surgery on yourself. Most coaches can't do it, at least I have never met one that could.
I am becoming good at it. I was somewhat good before I started "really" raising my vibration, when I was at 295. I am now at 905. I am now fast and right-on...
The next challenge for me is to find ways to alter a client's behavior. I am interested in getting good at that. That is why I am taking new clients.
A will use a little help from Source, :-) Individual activations, etc.
I am offering help for finding your script and changing your script.
It won't be cheap. I won't necessarily take you on, even if you have the money. I am interested in cases that are challenging.
Email me if interested. The more detail you include in your original email the more likely that I'll pick you...
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We'll have at least three sessions. Session 1: identifying your script. Session 2. identifying the alternative behavior and the triggers, do a custom activations, whatever it takes. Session 3: Checking in. Correction if necessary.
Sliding scale pricing.
Apply. You can quit at any point... you will if that is your script... lol
I’ve been wanting to take a city break in summer, rather than in the cold months for a while, so rather than heading for the Lake District for a week of toil on the fells when Jayne could get a week off, we took off from Liverpool for Paris. Flight times were nice and sociable but it meant we were on the M62 car park at a busy time in both directions – it’s a shambles! I’ve stopped over in Paris a dozen times – on my way to cycling in the Etape du Tour in the Alps or Pyrenees – and had a few nights out there. Come to think about it and we’ve spent the day on the Champs Elysees watching the final day of the Tour de France with Mark Cavendish winning. We hadn’t been for a holiday there though and it was a bit of a spur of the moment decision. Six nights gave us five and a half days to explore Paris on foot. I had a good selection of (heavy) kit with me, not wanting to make the usual mistake of leaving something behind and regretting it. In the end I carried the kit in my backpack – an ordinary rucksack – to keep the weight down, for 103 miles, all recorded on the cycling Garmin – and took 3500 photos. The little Garmin is light and will do about 15 hours, it expired towards the end of a couple of 16 hour days but I had the info I wanted by then. This also keeps the phone battery free for research and route finding – I managed to flatten that once though.
What can I say – Paris was fantastic! The weather varied from OK to fantastic, windy for a few days, the dreaded grey white dullness for a while but I couldn’t complain really. We were out around 8.30 in shorts and tee shirt, which I would swap for a vest when it warmed up, hitting 30 degrees at times, we stayed out until around midnight most nights. It was a pretty full on trip. The security at some destinations could have been a problem as there is a bag size limit to save room in the lifts etc. I found the French to be very pragmatic about it, a bag search was a cursory glance, accepting that I was lugging camera gear, not bombs around, and they weren’t going to stop a paying customer from passing because his bag was a bit over size.
We didn’t have a plan, as usual we made it up as we went along, a loose itinerary for the day would always end up changing owing to discoveries along the way. Many times we would visit something a few times, weighing the crowds and light etc. up and deciding to come back later. I waited patiently to go up the Eiffel Tower, we arrived on Tuesday and finally went up on Friday evening. It was a late decision but the weather was good, the light was good and importantly I reckoned that we would get a sunset. Previous evenings the sun had just slid behind distant westerly clouds without any golden glory. It was a good choice. We went up the steps at 7.30 pm, short queue and cheaper – and just to say that we had. The steps are at an easy angle and were nowhere near as bad as expected, even with the heavy pack. We stayed up there, on a mad and busy Friday night, until 11.30, the light changed a lot and once we had stayed a couple of hours we decided to wait for the lights to come on. This was a downside to travelling at this time of year, to do any night photography we had to stay out late as it was light until 10.30. The Eiffel Tower is incredible and very well run, they are quite efficient at moving people around it from level to level. It was still buzzing at midnight with thousands of people around. The sunset on Saturday was probably better but we spent the evening around the base of the Tower, watching the light change, people watching and soaking the party atmosphere up.
Some days our first destination was five miles away, this is a lot of road junctions in a city, the roads in Paris are wide so you generally have to wait for the green man to cross. This made progress steady but when you are on holiday it doesn’t matter too much. Needless to say we walked through some dodgy places, with graffiti on anything that stays still long enough. We were ultra-cautious with our belongings having heard the pickpocket horror stories. At every Café/bar stop the bags were clipped to the table leg out of sight and never left alone. I carried the camera in my hand all day and everywhere I went, I only popped it in my bag to eat. I would guess that there were easier people to rob than us, some people were openly careless with phones and wallets.
We didn’t enter the big attractions, it was too nice to be in a museum or church and quite a few have a photography ban. These bans make me laugh, they are totally ignored by many ( Japanese particularly) people. Having travelled around the world to see something, no one is going to stop them getting their selfies. Selfies? Everywhere people pointed their cameras at their own face, walking around videoing – their self! I do like to have a few photos of us for posterity but these people are self-obsessed.
Paris has obviously got a problem with homeless (mostly) migrants. Walk a distance along the River Seine and you will find tented villages, there is a powerful smell of urine in every corner, with the no alcohol restrictions ignored, empty cans and bottles stacked around the bins as evidence. There are families, woman living on mattresses with as many as four small children, on the main boulevards. They beg by day and at midnight they are all huddled asleep on the pavement. The men in the tents seem to be selling plastic Eiffel Tower models to the tourists or bottled water – even bottles of wine. Love locks and selfy sticks were also top sellers. There must be millions of locks fastened to railings around the city, mostly brass, so removing them will be self-funding as brass is £2.20 a kilo.
As for the sights we saw, well if it was on the map we tried to walk to it. We crossed the Periphique ring road to get to the outer reaches of Paris. La Defense – the financial area with dozens of modern office blocks – was impressive, and still expanding. The Bois de Boulogne park, with the horse racing track and the Louis Vuitton Centre was part of a 20 mile loop that day. Another day saw us in the north east. We had the dome of the Sacre Couer to ourselves, with thousands of tourists wandering below us oblivious of the entrance and ticket office under the church. Again the light was fantastic for us. We read that Pere Lachaise Cemetery or Cimitiere du Pere Lachaise was one of the most visited destinations, a five mile walk but we went. It is massive, you need a map, but for me one massive tomb is much the same as another, it does have highlights but we didn’t stay long. Fortunately we were now closer to the Canal St Martin which would lead us to Parc de la Villette. This was a Sunday and everywhere was both buzzing and chilled at the same time. Where ever we went people were sat watching the world go by, socializing and picnicking, soaking the sun up. As ever I wanted to go up on the roof of anything I could as I love taking cityscapes. Most of these were expensive compared with many places we’ve been to before but up we went. The Tour Montparnasse, a single tower block with 59 floors, 690 foot high and extremely fast lifts has incredible views although it was a touch hazy on our ascent. The Arc de Triomphe was just up the road from our hotel, we went up it within hours of arriving, well worth the visit.
At the time of writing I have no idea how many images will make the cut but it will be a lot. If I have ten subtly different shots of something, I find it hard to consign nine to the dark depths of my hard drive never to be seen again – and I’m not very good at ruthless selection – so if the photo is OK it will get uploaded. My view is that it’s my photostream, I like to be able to browse my own work at my leisure at a later date, it’s more or less free and stats tell me these images will get looked at. I’m not aiming for single stunning shots, more of a comprehensive overview of an interesting place, presented to the best of my current capabilities. I am my own biggest critic, another reason for looking at my older stuff is to critique it and look to improve on previous mistakes. I do get regular requests from both individuals and organisations to use images and I’m obliging unless someone is taking the piss. I’m not bothered about work being published (with my permission) but it is reassuringly nice to be asked. The manipulation of Flickr favourites and views through adding thousands of contacts doesn’t interest me and I do sometimes question the whole point of the Flickr exercise. I do like having access to my own back catalogue though and it gives family and friends the chance to read about the trip and view the photos at their leisure so for the time being I’m sticking with it. I do have over 15 million views at the moment which is a far cry from showing a few people an album, let’s face it, there’s an oversupply of images, many of them superb but all being devalued by the sheer quantity available.
Don’t think that it was all walking and photography, we had a great break and spent plenty of time in pavement bistros having a glass of wine and people watching. I can certainly understand why Paris is top of the travellers list of destinations
行政長官施政報告答問會
行政长官施政报告答问会
The Chief Executive's Question and Answer Session on the Policy Address (20.10.2022)
Questions and comments were taken by U.S. Department of Agriculture (USDA) Secretary Sonny Perdue during a ReConnect Announcement Ceremony on October 22, 2019, in Orangeburg, SC. This ReConnect Program Grant will increase e-connectivity, benefitting households in Orangeburg County, South Carolina. USDA has invested millions of dollars in high-speed broadband infrastructure which will create or improve rural e-Connectivity for 3,911 rural households in South Carolina. This is the second of many funding announcements in the first round of USDA’s ReConnect Pilot Program investments. In March 2018, Congress provided $600 million to USDA to expand broadband infrastructure and services in rural America. On December 13, 2018, Secretary Perdue announced the rules of the program, called “ReConnect,” including how the loans and grants will be awarded to help build broadband infrastructure in rural America. USDA received 146 applications between May 31, 2019, and July 12, 2019, requesting $1.4 Billion in funding across all three ReConnect Program funding products: 100% loan, 100% grant, and loan-grant combination. USDA is reviewing applications and announcing approved projects on a rolling basis. Additional investments in all three categories will be made on a rolling basis in the coming weeks. These grants, loans, and combination funds enable the federal government to partner with the private sector and rural communities to build modern broadband infrastructure in areas with insufficient internet service. Insufficient service is defined as connection speeds of less than 10 megabits per second download and 1 megabit per second upload. County of Orangeburg will use the ReConnect award to expand the Orangeburg County Broadband Project (OCBB). The OCBB will build out an additional 785 miles of fiber and reach approximately 3,911 households. Metts Engineering will operate the system and provide service to the customers.
USDA Photo by Lance Cheung.