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At the southern end of the Earth, a NASA plane carrying a team of scientists and a sophisticated instrument suite to study ice is returning to surveying Antarctica. For the past eight years, Operation IceBridge has been on a mission to build a record of how polar ice is evolving in a changing environment.
The information IceBridge has gathered in the Antarctic, which includes data on the thickness and shape of snow and ice, as well as the topography of the land and ocean floor beneath the ocean and the ice, has allowed scientists to determine that the West Antarctic Ice Sheet may be in irreversible decline. Researchers have also used IceBridge data to evaluate climate models of Antarctica and map the bedrock underneath Antarctic ice.
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In an earlier post, I mentioned some of my struggles, as a landscape photographer, with a clear blue sky. Often, the sky plays an essential role in many compositions, and having a bland sky can rob a scene of drama in most cases. While the main shot didn’t work very well for me at Hawksbill Crag/Whitaker point, on our way back, I noticed some attractive light on the other side of the ridge. Most of the trees were in the shade, but the warm sunset light lit up the top of some of the taller trees. With the wide-angle or normal focal lengths, this shot didn’t look that good, but at 70mm, I could exclude the sky from the scene, and suddenly the image looked a lot better. I loved the patterns of the trees in this shot and the contrast the light provided in the scene.
Hawker Hurricanes are a popular attraction at airshows, showcasing their historic role as a key British fighter during World War II. Known for their graceful handling and iconic design, these aircraft often perform dynamic flying displays, including tight turns and high-speed passes. Their presence serves as a tribute to the pilots and engineers of the era, captivating aviation enthusiasts and history buffs alike.
For my friend NatuurfotoRien/Rien in Holland, who loves corvids.
I had this odd notion that when I retire I would carve a totem pole, and so over the years, I learned more and more about northwest coast art, culture, and carving. One of the pieces I studied was this - a huge cedar sculpture carved by the great sculptor, Bill Reid, to whom the telling of this ancient story is credited.
Bill Reid was a Haida indian (Haida is their word for “human”). The Haida tribe lives in the Queen Charlotte Islands off the coast of northern Canada (below Alaska), in a special place they call Haida Gwaii. Bill is widely credited for reviving the arts of the northwest coast - he was an amazing sculptor. I am disappointed I will never meet him.
The northwest coast tribes have many gods - all animals. Raven is the Haida equivalent of “fox”. Tricky, playful, smart, inquisitive - these are all qualities of Raven, whose play and trickery created the stars in the sky, the sun, the ocean and man.
The man-size (literally) sculpture is inside the University of British Columbia museum in Vancouver, Canada. When it was installed, Bill had the children of Haida Gwaii come to the installation - each with bottles of sand from the beach at Haida Gwaii, so Raven, could be installed in his native soil.
Here is his telling of their genesis myth - one of the most sacred stories in Haida culture:
The Story of the Raven Creating Man by Bill Reid
The great flood which had covered the earth for so long had receded, and even the thin strip of sand now called Rose Spit, stretching north from Naikun village lay dry. The Raven had flown there to gorge himself on the delicacies left by the receding water, so for once he wasn't hungry. But his other appetites - lust, curiosity and the unquenchable itch to meddle and provoke things, to play tricks on the world and its creatures - these remained unsatisfied.
He had recently stolen the light from the old man who kept it hidden in a box in his house in the middle of the darkness, and had scattered it throughout the sky. The new light spattered the night with stars and waxed and wane in the shape of the moon. And it dazzled the day with a single bright shining which lit up the long beach that curved from the spit beneath Raven's feet westward as far as Tao Hill. Pretty as it was, it looked lifeless and so to the Raven quite boring. He gave a great sigh, crossed his wings behind his back and walked along the sand, his shiny head cocked, his sharp eyes and ears alert for any unusual sight or sound. Then taking to the air, he called petulantly out to the empty sky. To his delight, he heard an answering cry - or to describe it more closely, a muffled squeak.
At first he saw nothing, but as he scanned the beach again, a white flash caught his eye, and when he landed he found at his feet, buried in the sand, a gigantic clamshell. When he looked more closely still, he saw that the shell was full of little creatures cowering in terror of his enormous shadow.
Well, here was something to break the monotony of his day. But nothing was going to happen as long as the tiny things stayed in the shell, and they certainly weren't coming out in their present terrified state. So the Raven leaned his great head close to the shell, and with the smooth trickster's tongue that had got him into and out of so many misadventures during his troubled and troublesome existence, he coaxed and cajoled and coerced the little creatures to come out and play in his wonderful, shiny new world. As you know the Raven speaks in two voices, one harsh and strident, and the other, which he used now, a seductive bell-like croon which seems to come from the depths of the sea, or out of the cave where the winds are born. It is an irresistible sound, one of the loveliest sounds in the world. So it wasn't long before one and then another of the little shell-dwellers timidly emerged. Some of them immediately scurried back when they saw the immensity of the sea and the sky, and the overwhelming blackness of the Raven. But eventually curiosity overcame caution and all of them had crept or scrambled out. Very strange creatures they were: two-legged like the Raven, but there the resemblance ended. They had no glossy feathers, no thrusting beak. Their skin was pale, and they were naked except for the long black hair on their round, flat-featured heads. Instead of strong wings, they had thin stick-like appendages that waved, and fluttered constantly. They were the original Haidas, the first humans.
For a long time the Raven amused himself with his new playthings, watching them as they explored their much expanded-world. Sometimes they helped one another in their new discoveries. Just as often, they squabbled over some novelty they found on the beach. And the Raven taught them some clever tricks, at which they proved remarkably adept. But the Raven's attention span was brief, and he grew tired of his small companions. For one thing, they were all males. He had looked up and down the beach for female creatures, hoping to make the game more interesting, but females were nowhere to be found. He was about to shove the now tired, demanding and quite annoying little creatures back into their shell and forget about them when suddenly - as happens so often with the Raven - he had an idea.
He picked up the men, and in spite of their struggles and cries of fright he put them on his broad back, where they hid themselves among his feathers. Then the Raven spread his wings and flew to North Island. the tide was low, and the rocks, as he had expected, were covered with those large but soft-lipped molluscs known as red chitons. The Raven shook himself gently, and the men slid down his back to the sand. The he flew to the rock and with his strong beak pried a chiton from its surface.
Now, if any of you have ever examined the underside of a chiton, you may begin to understand what the Raven had in his libidinous, devious mind. He threw back his head and flung the chiton at the nearest of the men. His aim was as unerring as only a great magician's can be, and the chiton found its mark in the delicate groin of the startled, shell-born creature. There the chiton attached itself firmly. Then as sudden as spray hitting the rocks from a breaking wave, a shower of chitons broke over the wide-eyed humans, as each of the open-mouthed shellfish flew inexorably to its target.
Nothing quite like this had ever happened to the men. They had never dreamed of such a thing during their long stay in the clamshell. They were astounded, embarrassed, confused by a rush of new emotions and sensations. They shuffled and squirmed, uncertain whether it was pleasure or pain they were experiencing. They threw themselves down on the beach, where a great storm seemed to break over them, followed just as suddenly by a profound calm. One by one the chitons dropped off. The men staggered to their feet and headed slowly down the beach, followed by the raucous laughter of the Raven, echoing all the way to the great island to the north which we now call Prince of Wales.
That first troop of male humans soon disappeared behind the nearest headland, passing out of the games of the Raven and the story of humankind. Whether they found their way back to the shell, or lived out their lives elsewhere, or perished in the strange environment in which they found themselves, nobody remembers, and perhaps nobody cares. They had played their roles and gone their way.
Meanwhile the chitons had made their way back to the rock, where they attached themselves as before. But they too had been changed. As high tide followed low and the great storms of winter gave way to the softer rains and warm sun of spring, the chitons grew and grew, many times larger than their kind had ever been before. Their jointed shells seemed about to fly apart from the enormous pressure within them. And one day a huge wave swept over the rock, tore them from their footholds and carried them back to the beach. As the water receded and the warm sun dried the sand, a great stirring began among the chitons. From each emerged a brown skinned, black-haired human. This time there were both males and females among them, and the Raven could begin his greatest game: the one that still goes on.
They were no timid shell-dwellers these, but children of the wild coast, born between the sea and land, challenging the strength of the stormy North Pacific and wresting from it rich livelihood. Their descendants built on its beaches the strong, beautiful homes of the Haidas and embellished them with the powerful heraldic carvings that told of the legendary beginnings of great families, all the heros and heroines and the gallant beasts and monsters who shaped their world and their destinies. For many generations they grew and flourished, built and created, fought and destroyed, living according to the changing seasons and the unchanging rituals of their rich and complex lives.
It's nearly over now. Most of the villages are abandoned, and those which have not entirely vanished lie in ruins. The people who remain are changed. The sea has lost much of its richness, and great areas of land itself lie in waste. Perhaps it's time the Raven started looking for another clamshell.
The Royal Air Force Tornado GR.4 duo, line-up to perform their sadly missed dynamic 'Role Demo' at the 2011 RNAS Yeovilton 'Air Day'
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The Neues Museum ("New Museum") is a museum in Berlin, Germany, located to the north of the Altes Museum (Old Museum) on Museum Island.
It was built between 1843 and 1855 according to plans by Friedrich August Stüler, a student of Karl Friedrich Schinkel. The museum was closed at the beginning of World War II in 1939, and was heavily damaged during the bombing of Berlin.
The rebuilding was overseen by the English architect David Chipperfield. The museum officially reopened in October 2009 and received a 2010 RIBA European Award and the 2011 European Union Prize for Contemporary Architecture.
Exhibits include the Egyptian and Prehistory and Early History collections, as it did before the war. The artifacts it houses include the iconic bust of the Egyptian queen Nefertiti.
Both as a part of the Museum Island complex and as an individual building, the museum testifies to the neoclassical architecture of museums in the 19th century. With its new industrialized building procedures and its use of iron construction, the museum plays an important role in the history of technology. Since the classical and ornate interiors of the Glyptothek and of the Alte Pinakothek in Munich were destroyed in World War II, the partly destroyed interior of the Neues Museum ranks among the last remaining examples of interior museum layout of this period in Germany.
I was shooting slime mold fruiting bodies and he wandered by. It was interesting to see this critter run daintily among the little spore laden stalks. I noticed that the bug was careful with them, not stepping on the fruit, but weaving among them. I wonder if there is some unknown ecological relationship between them. Or maybe the simple life understands something about the environment.
To look people in the eye you can understand what they say even without the words ... allows you to capture dreams, wounds, their own past and future ..
And the impossibility of a gesture so simple that makes you understand the meaning eyes taking in a speech…
so their role is even most important and deep than words' one.
Guardare le persone negli occhi ci fa capire quello che dicono anche senza le parole ...
ci permette di catturare i sogni, le ferite, il loro passato ed il futuro ..
ed è l'impossibilità di un gesto così semplice che ti fa capire il significato che assumono gli occhi in un discorso…
Così il loro ruolo diviene ancora più importante e profondo delle parole.
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Royal Air Force No. 41 Squadron Jaguar GR.1A 'combo' seen during the 1989 RAF Mildenhall 'Air Fete'
After departure the quartet completed a 'role demo' airfield attack along with No.233 OCU Harrier GR3/5's and No.45 Squadron/TWCU Tornados plus others
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La ventana románica situada en el muro sur de la iglesia de San Juan Bautista en Turienzo de los Caballeros (León) – Spain; es uno de los elementos románicos que nos queda en este templo.
Arcadas de medio punto con chambrana e imposta ajedrezada que apoyan en columnas de sencillos capiteles, mostrando en su interior un sencillo tímpano con motivos vegetales, que acaban en flores enrolladas formando roleos con aspecto de cogollos.
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The Romanesque window located in the south wall of the church of San Juan Bautista in Turienzo de los Caballeros (León) - Spain; it is one of the Romanesque elements that remains in this temple.
Half-point arches with chambrane and checkered fascia supported by columns of simple capitals, showing inside a simple tympanum with plant motifs, which end in rolled flowers forming scrolls with the appearance of buds.
Recent problems on the Richmond Branch of the London Overground saw Class 378 units stabled on the centre line at Kensington Olympia before returning to service. This saw freight trains routed down the platform line running 'around'' them for a change. Freightliner 66 566 with a train of hoppers snakes past 378 201 in the middle.
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Die Geschichte des Fort de Bellegarde beginnt mit dem Königreich Mallorca. Im Jahre 1285, als dieses Königreich noch keine zehn Jahre Bestand hatte stellte Pierre III d'Aragon eine starke Bedrohung für den König von Mallorca Jacques II de Majorque dar, insbesondere dieser im Besitz der Grafschaft Perpignan war und auch dort residierte.Als im vierzehnten Jahrhundert der König von Aragon seinen Nachbarn militärisch übernahm, wurde der Turm aus königlicher Sicht aufgegeben, er wurde nur vom Herrn der Region benutzt, um Reisende zur Zahlung eines Zolls zu zwingen. Mit dem Pyrenäenvertrag 1659 wurde die Grenze zwischen Frankreich und Spanien gerade am Col des Panissars gezogen. Diese Lage machte den Turm zu einem strategischen Hochplatz, der von den Franzosen besetzt wurde.Aber der eigentliche Bau von Bellegarde stammt von Vauban, der 1668 beschloss, anstelle des Turms eine echte Zitadelle zu bauen. Während die Arbeiten im Gange waren, eroberten die spanischen Truppen 1674 das Fort und beschlossen dann, es selbst zu modifizieren. Danach wird das Fort bis zum Zweiten Weltkrieg, wenn eine schmerzhafte Episode gespielt wird, keine wichtige Rolle mehr in der Geschichte spielen.
The history of the Fort de Bellegarde begins with the Kingdom of Mallorca. In 1285, when this kingdom had not yet existed for ten years, Pierre III d'Aragon posed a strong threat to the King of Mallorca Jacques II de Majorque, in particular the latter was in possession of the county of Perpignan and also resided there. When, in the fourteenth century, the King of Aragon took over his neighbour militarily, the tower was abandoned from a royal point of view, being used only by the lord of the region to force travellers to pay a duty. With the Treaty of the Pyrenees in 1659, the border between France and Spain was drawn just at the Col des Panissars. This location made the tower a strategic high ground occupied by the French.But the actual construction of Bellegarde came from Vauban, who decided in 1668 to build a real citadel instead of the tower. While the work was in progress, Spanish troops captured the fort in 1674 and then decided to modify it themselves. After that, the fort will no longer play an important role in history until the Second World War, when a painful episode is played out.
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A KAI T-50 from the "Black Eagles" display team performs a topside pass during the rehearsal for their staring role at the 2022 Royal International Air Tattoo.
Aircraft: Korean Aerospace Industries T-50B Golden Eagle #7 of the Republic of Korea Air Force "Black Eagles" display team.
Location: RAF Fairford (FFD/EGVA), Gloucestershire.
Just a little playing around ... these two bucks practice their jostling with each other in the fall at Rocky Mountain National Park. It was fascinating to see them undergo this ritual and we even got to see a more mature buck teaching a young buck.
Happy Thursday everyone! Where does the week go? LOL. Thanks for stopping by to view.
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The Historic Village of Elora is a community in the township of Centre Wellington (Wellington County) in the Province of Ontario, Canada. It is well known for its 19th-century limestone architecture and its geographically, historically, and culturally significant limestone gorge.
Elora is no longer an incorporated municipality in its own right, although it is the seat of the municipal government which succeeded it. The Township of Centre Wellington was formed in 1999 when, on the advice of the Province, the County amalgamated the Town of Fergus; the Village of Elora; and the surrounding townships of Nichol, Pilkington, and West Garafraxa (along with the northwestern part of Eramosa.)[2] The decision — along with the Ontario government’s role therein — remains highly controversial among Elora’s inhabitants.
In 2011, the Village was estimated to have had a population of approximately 7,756.[1]
History
Roman Catholic missionaries first visited the area in the early to mid 1600s attempting to Christianize the indigenous people, particularly the Neutral Nation on the Attiwandaronk Lands. The first European settlers arrived in 1817, and Roswell Matthews built a home here the next year.[3][4]
Captain William Gilkison (1777–1833) was born in Ayrshire, Scotland, and emigrated to North America in 1796. He served with the British forces in the War of 1812 as an assistant quartermaster-general, and in 1832 purchased some 14,000 acres of land in Nichol Township. He selected this area near the falls of the Grand River as a town site for his proposed settlement and named it Elora. It was laid out by Lewis Burwell, deputy provincial land surveyor, late in 1832, and the following year Gilkison established a sawmill and a general store. The founder of Elora died in April, 1833, before the full results of his foresight and enterprise were achieved.
Not the young woman in her beautiful dress being photographed this time. I couldn't understand for the life of me why she would want to ruin her outfit by lying down in the dirt. I hope the shot was worth it!
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Paddy's Hole Boat Storage Facility is an important maritime location situated on the River Tees in Redcar, North Yorkshire, England. With a rich history dating back several centuries, this facility has played a significant role in the region's maritime activities. In this historical account, we will explore the origins, development, and importance of Paddy's Hole Boat Storage Facility, providing a comprehensive overview of its evolution over time.
Origins and Early History:
The story of Paddy's Hole Boat Storage Facility begins in the late 18th century when the River Tees emerged as a vital industrial waterway. The river provided an essential transport link for industries such as coal mining, iron and steel production, and shipbuilding. The natural sheltered area known as Paddy's Hole, located on the southern side of the river's entrance, became a favored spot for local fishermen and boat owners due to its calm waters and proximity to fishing grounds.
During the 19th century, Redcar witnessed significant growth as an important coastal town. The expansion of the local fishing industry prompted the need for a dedicated facility to store and maintain fishing boats. Paddy's Hole Boat Storage Facility was established in response to this demand. The exact date of its establishment is uncertain, but records suggest it was in operation by the mid-19th century.
Development and Growth:
In its early years, Paddy's Hole Boat Storage Facility consisted of basic storage facilities and moorings for local fishing vessels. As the fishing industry flourished, the facility underwent several improvements and expansions. By the late 19th century, it had evolved into a well-equipped storage and maintenance facility, accommodating an increasing number of fishing boats.
During this period, the construction of the South Gare breakwater in the late 1860s provided further protection to Paddy's Hole from the turbulent North Sea. This development enhanced the facility's suitability for storing and maintaining boats, attracting more fishermen to utilize its services. The South Gare breakwater also facilitated the growth of other maritime activities, such as pleasure boating and recreational fishing, contributing to the facility's increasing importance.
World Wars and Post-War Era:
The two World Wars had a profound impact on Paddy's Hole Boat Storage Facility. During World War I, the facility played a crucial role in supporting the war effort. It served as a base for several naval activities, including patrol vessels, mine clearance operations, and the training of naval personnel. Additionally, Paddy's Hole became a temporary home for fishing vessels requisitioned by the government for wartime purposes.
Similarly, during World War II, Paddy's Hole Boat Storage Facility played a strategic role. The facility served as a base for coastal defense and anti-submarine operations. Its proximity to the North Sea made it an ideal location for monitoring and protecting the coast against potential threats. After the war, the facility reverted to its primary function of serving the local fishing community, contributing to the post-war economic recovery.
Modern Era and Recreational Use:
In the latter half of the 20th century, changes in the fishing industry and the decline of traditional fishing practices led to a shift in the role of Paddy's Hole Boat Storage Facility. With fewer fishing vessels requiring its services, the facility began to adapt to new market demands. It gradually transformed into a multipurpose facility catering to recreational boating, yachting, and watersports.
To meet the needs of the changing demographic, various amenities were added to the facility. These included boat ramps, mooring pontoons, storage sheds, and maintenance workshops. The facility became a hub for boating enthusiasts, attracting visitors from across the region and beyond.
In recent years, efforts have been made to preserve and enhance the historical significance of Paddy's Hole Boat Storage Facility. Conservation projects have been undertaken to maintain the original structures, while new developments have focused on creating a more inclusive and accessible space for the community. The facility continues to provide storage, maintenance, and launch services for a diverse range of watercraft, catering to both commercial and recreational users.
Conclusion:
The history of Paddy's Hole Boat Storage Facility reflects the ever-changing dynamics of maritime activities along the River Tees in Redcar, North Yorkshire, England. From its humble beginnings as a local fishing boat storage facility to its modern-day role as a versatile boating hub, Paddy's Hole has witnessed and adapted to the shifting needs of the community.
Throughout its existence, the facility has played a pivotal role in supporting local industries, providing essential services during times of war, and fostering recreational boating and watersports. Today, Paddy's Hole Boat Storage Facility stands as a testament to the region's maritime heritage, serving as a vibrant center for boating enthusiasts and a reminder of the area's enduring connection to the sea.