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Port Dover has always been deeply involved in the inland fishing industry on Lake Erie, the lake which has been dubbed the world's worst tempered lake. This statue commemorates some of the fishermen from Port Dover who were lost on the lake standing at the harbour entrance as a grim reminder of the risks they take.
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"If we'd never met, I think I would have known that my life wasn't complete. And I would have wandered the world in search of you, even if I didn't know who I was looking for."
-The Longest Ride
Most people who live on farm sites today are generations removed from the folks who built mammoth barns on their farm. But with barns years ago strategically placed on a farm yard, when current farmers drive up their lane they are given a daily reminder of those who once tilled their farm. Remembering people in the past who have contributed to our lives is a way to remain humble and grateful.
All around us are little reminders of God's love and beauty ... the secret is to not let them be drowned out by the drumbeat of anger. This little MOUNTAIN BLUEBIRD is one of my reminders! Smile.
Thanks for spending some time with me.
COLORADO
Grandma has been keeping Grandad Don's hibiscus going since he passed.----
Morning Walk June 6, 2008 Afternoon Mystery Tour 027e
JUST A FRIENDLY REMINDER:
"A&W" stands for founders Allen and Wright, NOT for....
Amburgers and Wootbeer.
HMS Warrior, launched in 1860, was a technological marvel of her time. As the world's first iron-hulled warship, she was larger, faster, and more heavily armored than any ship before her. Her impressive size and firepower made her a symbol of British naval supremacy and a deterrent to potential adversaries.
While Warrior's active service was relatively short, her impact was significant. She not only served as a powerful warship but also as a diplomatic tool, escorting royalty and touring British ports. Today, she stands as a testament to the ingenuity and engineering prowess of the Victorian era, offering visitors a glimpse into the past and a reminder of Britain's maritime heritage.
HMS Warrior, once a symbol of British naval might, was eventually outclassed by newer, more powerful ships. By the late 19th century, she was relegated to various reserve roles, including a torpedo training ship and a refueling pontoon.
In the late 1970s, a major restoration effort began to return Warrior to her former glory. Underwritten by Sir John Smith, the goal was to return her to how she appeared between 1861 and 1864 on her first commission. £7 million and eight years later she was restored and towed from Hartlepool to her permanent home in Portsmouth Harbour.
More than 40 years later though work hasn’t stopped. The conservation team made up of riggers, shipkeepers, conservators, painters and more are constantly at work ensuring HMS Warrior is in top shape for the hundreds of thousands of visitors that see her every year. The ongoing conservation work ensures that this iconic ship will continue to inspire and educate for generations to come.
( information from the Royal Navy Museum web page )
Just could not resist getting these off the hard drive to share with you all
Thank you everyone who has stopped by and commented over the past year, It is very much appreciated Happy Christmas and all you wish for in 2019
The entrance to the old Esgate School in Iowa tells a story of a past life.Esgate School was built in 1902 and served students for over 50 years.Soon after it closed it became a private residence for the Young family who lived there till 1990. It has been sitting and decaying ever since.There is a lot of personal effects still there,and it always gets me when things are still hanging on the walls....
Thanks to intrepid rural explorer Aces & Eights Photography for coming across this sad gem in rural Iowa.
When I got up this morning, my husband had an inviting fire made that beckoned me to sit and enjoy the warmth. We sat together in the darkness of the early hour, drinking coffee and watched as dawn slowly broke through the windows.
It had snowed all night and if the weather report was accurate it would continue to snow the next few days with a possible accumulation of 30 - 40 cm. That just meant that there would be several shifts of shovelling trying to keep up with some of our more hyper-attentive, vigilant neighbours.
Snow is an acceptable consequence of winter. Some people even like it! I love tramping down to the ravine before anyone else and seeing the highway of animal prints from the night before. I especially love walking to a secluded part of the forest. It is our Narnia and a well kept secret!
But, who am I kidding? Sometimes the magic disappears after we have had to endure 6-8 months of the white stuff.
The hard part of today’s forecast was in hearing the impending threat of the cold temperatures heading our way. It was a forecast that sent a chill in the air. A chill that challenged even the fireplace to work harder to dispel the rumour. No rumour! Tonight the temperatures will drop to -45 with the wind chill!
The birds evidently heard the rumours. I watched the constant activity around the bird feeder. First the squirrel, then the Chickadees, the Sparrows, the Bluejays, the Magpies and a lone Pileated Woodpecker. They each took their turn. I watched, humbled and wondered how they could possibly endure such frigid temperatures. It does not seem to matter how hard it snows or how bitter it can get they continue to thrive and survive.
I was reminded of that yesterday as I was shovelling the deck in the backyard. I was grumbling, albeit, in my ‘inside’ voice, to myself, wondering why we chose to live here in this crazy, forsaken Northern part of the country and who the heck made the decision to build such a freakin’ big deck when I heard the sweetest song. On one of the trees overlooking the deck a tiny, Chickadee sat on a branch. The biting wind whipped at its tiny feathers. It sat clinging, unhampered.
The endurance of the Chickadee was a tiny reminder that resounded very loudly through my conscience with the message of how blessed I was. I stopped to listen. The soloist sensing that he finally had gotten my full attention, began, once again, to sing…
just now, the sun returned, as it always does (patience), and illuminated this flowering grass in my backyard and equally illuminated my heart. beacons of light, resilience, and hope from the natural world, just outside my backdoor. a reminder to pause, breathe, and be.
This spot was by far THE BEST runby of the entire two day Trains Magazine event. This was the second photo stop on the southbound return from Burlington to Rutland on day two. Green Mountain Railroad Alco RS-1 405 was unable to lead southbound due to a speed restriction so it stayed on the north end of the train and VTR 307 (EMD GP40-2 blt. Oct. 1984 as SSW 7255) was added to lead the return trip south.
This was the only location where lighting worked to shoot the north end of the train featuring the 73 year old product of Schenectady (blt. Nov. 1951) relettered for the Rutland. Taken from parallel Jerusalem Road the three car train is crossing a short deck girder bridge over swamp land along the drainage of nearby Otter Creek at about MP 77.5 on the Vermont Railway's Northern Subdivision. About fifteen miles to the east dominating the horizon are the peaks in Green Mountain National Forest.
This line traces its history back to 1849 when the Rutland Railroad's mainline from Bellows Falls on the Connecticut River to Burlington opened by way of its namesake community. Interestingly, just under a mile to the south (right side of frame) was the junction with the Rutland's Addison Branch which opened in 1870 and reached 15.5 miles to Ticonderoga, NY by way of a treacherous floating drawbridge from Larrabees Point. After a half century the bridge and interchange at Ticonderoga were abandoned in 1921 leaving little more than a sleepy country branchline serving Whiting and Shoreham. While that branch is now but a memory a wooden covered railroad bridge dating from 1897 survives along the abandoned RofW of the branch in East Shoreham.
Leicester, Vermont
Sunday September 29, 2024
Robert Schuller bumper sticker on a car from California:
“Tough times never last… but tough people do.”
Marine Avenue, Powell River, B.C.
Nikon D60
AF-S DX Nikkor 55-200mm f/4-5.6 G ED
Sunrise 4:46 am
Cadillac Mountain, Maine
July 2014
A day of frustration, irritation, wasted time and lack of accomplishment, along with people that disappoint and let you down and somehow just don't get it, annoyance over my own laziness and lack of motivation, and an overwhelming desire to buy a dart board and throw darts (yeah, that part I just can't explain, and the rest of it I won't explain! lol!).... one giant snowball effect.... UGH!!!! It's the full moon.... right?
....leading to the need to remind myself that if nothing else goes wrong between now and then... I will be in Maine in 3 weeks with my sister and brother-in-law. And I kind of want to write it on the wall.... really BIG.... in permanent marker so I won't forget that I can make it through three more weeks. I can make it. I can. Maine.... "The way life should be"....
While approaching the new spring season, this birch has held fast to its autumn leaves, reminding us of another time.
Update - November, 2016:
Sadly, this tree is now gone along with it's companions. I went to see what it looks like at this time of the year and saw empty space. At least I have this image as a reminder.
Seen in Explore March 22, 2016 (very briefly)
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Albert Einstein said: ' There are only two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle.'
Social distancing reminders on the High Line, with Hudson Yards and the Manhattan skyline in the background.
More New York City Photography:
- The Manhattan Skyline Collection
A daytime long exposure of a group of ancient trees. If you'd like to see how I captured this photo and more from the same shoot, head over to my website to check out the full story. Check out the video named North Norfolk Road Trip - Part 2
DB 67 024 in Belmond livery made an unexpected appearance this morning working 6G51 to Donnington with Cartics for repairs. At least one of these had bad wheel flats.
Had an enjoyable walk from home to this location following the railway line seeing a few reminders of the old days.
Shot taken using my pole
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'Life in an Alpine Meadow'
An eclectic collection of macro and close-up images from our recent trip to the Western Tyrol region of Austria, where I was able to spend time photographing subjects that I would normally ignore and experimenting with different techniques that I haven't tried at home. Rather than letting these photos 'gather dust' on a hard-drive, I thought I'd make a Flickr album as a useful reminder for when we return next year.
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This first photo of an ant foraging deep inside the throat of a Trumpet Gentian [Gentiana acaulis] is a classic example of a situation where you need plenty of time. Getting in close with a macro lens was pretty straightforward, but locating a suitable plant, finding the right angle with the sun and blurring out the stamen with a wide aperture was time consuming. After achieving some pleasing results it was then a case of finding a flower that was occupied. Most were, but by tiny springtails that you could hardly see, so it was a case of looking for something a bit bigger like an ant. The problem though was that the ant spent most of the time with its head buried inside gathering nectar. As a point of interest, the trumpets on these plants are probably around 60mm or 70mm deep so to achieve full magnification my lens had to be very close to the front of the flower, which is why the angle was so critical to avoid shadow. Next time I may try experimenting with a flash or possibly even trying to backlight, but in the meantime this image provides a reminder of what I managed to achieve on this trip.
Do Not Drink And Wrap Presents.
Also, If Anyone Gets A Remote For Christmas, I'm Gonna Need That Back.
OPENING PARTY, MONDAY 15 APRIL, 12 PM SLT of
CAGE, the April 2024 exhibition/installation by Kerupa Flow's @ Nitroglobus main hall.
Music by Joss Floss
Limo: maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Sunshine%20Homestead/38/22...
"The Shoes on the Danube Bank (Hungarian: Cipők a Duna-parton) is a memorial erected on 16 April 2005, in Budapest, Hungary. Conceived by film director Can Togay, he created it on the east bank of the Danube River with sculptor Gyula Pauer [hu] to honour the Jews who were massacred by Fascist Hungarian militia belonging to the Arrow Cross Party in Budapest during the Second World War. They were ordered to take off their shoes (shoes were valuable and could be stolen and resold by the militia after the massacre), and were shot at the edge of the water so that their bodies fell into the river and were carried away. The memorial represents their shoes left behind on the bank." Wikipedia
A seaside departure for the Stanier 5, No. 44871 works alongside the rocky outcrops, with little reminder that the railway was once the last barrier between them and the sea.
It's always weird to me when the message doesn't really fit the expression...like your brain goes...wait, how am I supposed to actually feel? I think these people were happy because they saw so many others united in the same or similar messages below them during the Black Lives Matter march going on. And again, maybe some people can't join a movement because they tested positive or are caring for a vulnerable loved one or work at a job where they are (the nursing home where my grandma was living until she passed away now has 12 cases of workers testing positive and none of them were symptomatic).
Anyhow, this is a reminder because in Portland, Oregon over the weekend, there were a number of I guess secret possibly federal police...who came out of unmarked videos and terrorized protestors in a way that many people who have immigrated here felt was indicative more of a gestapo.
www.washingtonpost.com/nation/2020/07/17/portland-protest...
Then, on Friday night in Chicago, some young adults tried to take down a statue of Christopher Columbus and a just recently graduated high schooler got her teeth knocked out by the police. Several bike marshals had their bikes trashed and/or stolen. This is what "democracy" looks like? I don't think so. Again, these cheap symbols of oppression should not be taking precedence over human lives.
chicago.cbslocal.com/2020/07/18/fallout-after-grant-park-...
One thing I'd like to mention is that something cops like to claim, which is wildly inaccurate, is that their violent actions (including murder) are justified because they are/were "afraid." Statistically, however, in my country being a police officer does not even make the top ten most dangerous jobs. It's far more dangerous to be a roofer, a pilot, or a farmer.
www.cnbc.com/2019/12/27/the-10-most-dangerous-jobs-in-ame...
So yeah, just a reminder that we should defund the police and redirect those funds for mental health services, low income housing, health care, and public education...you know, things that will actually help the common good.
In addition, it should be noted that the majority of violent crimes and property crimes are still not solved by the police in America even though they receive a huge share of most city budgets. Maybe we should be proactive helping ensure people have the resources so they aren't committing violence in the first place.
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Sayornis saya,
Morro Bay State Park,
Morro Bay, California
One of the troubles with having an easy-to-identify species is that we often/usually don't look at the bird very well or very long—we already know what it is. This came to mind when I saw this very familiar species and I was surprised it had a distinct white wingbar. Do they always? Have I just never noticed? Apparently it is a part of the plumage I hadn't learned yet. I was reminded at our recent Morro Bay Bird Festival by several well-established birders a suggestion to learn the common birds. Not just to know them, but also to help recognize an uncommon or rare bird in comparison when it shows up. Well said!
Morro Bay State Park,
Morro Bay, California
A bridge down the road from me that was built when I as 15. I think it's in better shape than I am...
West Boylston’s prominent land mark – The Old Stone Church - was left remaining was a reminder of those that lost their homes and jobs to the building of the reservoir. It is one of the most photographed sites in the area.
3rd place "Fall Is In The Air"
www.flickr.com/groups/henry_friends/discuss/7215762282461...