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Well I climbed my first 14er and I have a new found respect for anyone who has done this. What an experience!
Mt. Sherman located is in the Tenmile-Mosquito mountain range, 10 miles west of Fairplay, at 14,036 feet. This 14er is, what I found out later, one of the easiest in Colorado, ranked 45 out of 53. If this is easy I need to get in a lot better shape.
How to explain; jump on a Stairmaster for 3 hours take a 30 minute break then jump on it again just backwards and repeat. Talk about a mental and physical challenge. Between you and me, in my head I gave up about 14 times but somehow I kept going. The last time I was close to the top about a half mile and a few hundred feet in elevation to go, legs on fire, body hated me and I was struggling to motivate myself to go any further. When a 7 year old kid passed me, that was all I needed, I knew at that moment I was going to make it. I’m glad I did, nothing like the feeling of writing your name in the book and what a view!
Can you believe this is fun and we’re planning another one next week?
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Netherlands American Cemetery and Memorial.
De Amerikaanse Begraafplaats Margraten, in het Engels: Netherlands American Cemetery and Memorial, is een Amerikaanse militaire begraafplaats en monument ter nagedachtenis aan de overleden Amerikaanse soldaten ten tijde van de strijd in Zuid-Limburg, het Ardennenoffensief en in het Roergebied, gedurende de Tweede Wereldoorlog. De begraafplaats is gelegen tussen de plaatsen Margraten en Cadier en Keer, aan de N278.
This little guy was quite cooperative! My first time ever seeing phalarope feet. I'll probably post another photo of this guy that shows his feet better, but this individual was one of many that seemed to intent on feeding to care about photographers. We would have respected this bird's distance if it had shown any want, but in fact this guy wandered right up to me when I got this shot.
I know that these are really ~ geisha ~'s flowers, but I hope you don't mind me borrowing one for a while, my friend... I needed something blue today....
Straight from the camera except for a small crop, Powershot S3 IS, SuperMacro setting, hand held.
Many thanks to Dianne & Harry for lending me your beautiful garden to play in on Sunday!!
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John’s child, a fisherman at Bosumtwe sacred lake, Ashanti region, Ghana. Myself being born in a country of solid fishermen and sailing traditions, I nurture the highest respect for this demanding craft. (C) Joel Santos - www.joelsantos.net #liveforthestory #ghana #joelsantosphoto #travelafrica
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i bought a 200 acre farmstead in southern virgina several years back.the property had been basically abandoned for 20 years and the
locals had grown very accustomed to regarding it as their own hunting
ground. we bought the property in oct/nov'ish, which is the begining
of deer hunting season in those parts (the creep of southernism
in my speech will become readily apparent, bear with). so the first
several weekends, i would take my father up there to make a clearing
to put up a storage shed and build up my smithy forge. we put up no
trespassing signs and chains across the road, but they would be torn
down and cut when we arrived. it was clear we werent going to be
entirely welcome. .
One weekend my dad stopped at a pawn shop on the drive up, saying he
wanted to look at something. 10 minutes later he came out with 2
Chinese semi-auto assault rifles and 1000 rounds of high velocity
ammo.
'Ummm....' i said, 'not a good idea'
"We have to be prepared. Things might get hairy."
"Sure, but you know how to fire one of those?"
"pretty sure"
"nice....just put em in the trunk and forget about them dad.'
so when we arrive the signs are down and the chains cut and dad is
freaking out that the locals arent showing us respect. i sigh, roll
eyes, and start a fire to make some coffee. now in virginia they use
dogs to hunt. the deer are flushed out into open fields by baying
hounds and beagles where the lazy hunters sits on his truck or ATV and
pops off shots at them. as we start drinking coffee, a pack of dogs
tears thru our campsite and we see a deer pull out of a grove about
100 feet to our left and tear across 40 feet ahead of us into a broom
straw pasture. shotguns erupted from an opposing treeline about 100
feet to our right. 8,9, maybe 10 shots fired, tangentially in front of us. dad runs back to the car, pulls an assault rifle from the
trunk, loads up a 50 round clip, and marches past me towards the
treeline of hunters.
'whoa! what the fuck do you think you are doing?!'
'im gonna teach those bastards some respect!!'
'put the gun down, dad. you arent going anywhere with that.
just settle down.'
'just relax son, i'll take care of this, i'm not afraid.'
'hahaha, im certainly not afraid of them either. but...they know we
are here. they are just trying to rattle us - and apparently it worked
on you. now look, this is the big picture here. there are probably 4
or 5 locals in that treeline, they can probably see you right now,
they have probably been hunting here since they were children, they
know this land, they know the local sheriff, they dont know you. you
go charging in there and they might even drop you and not a word would
be said about it. you were in the army like 30 years ago, you read
soldier of fortune magazine on the toilet - this doth not a commando
maketh. just settle down, gimme the rifle and go load up the
other one.'
reluctantly he gave me the gun. i took it over behind a huge 4 foot
diameter fallen oak out of the sight line of the hunters, left it
there, and returned to my coffee. ten minutes later, another deer
flushed out and another volley erupted from the treeline. dad gave me
a withering look of contempt as if he was digusted for siring such a
spineless son. i smirked back and said 'breathe....its ok. trust me.'
i went over to the oak and the rifle, put down my coffee, and squeezed
off all 50 rounds in rapid fire. CRACK CRACK CRACK... an assault rifle
is a loud impressive beast, i must admit. a minute later we heard a
jeep and an atv drive off from the treeline. i went back to the fire,
finished my coffee and asked dad to get the other rifle and go get
down by the oak.
'what?'
'trust me...serious. you have about 2 minutes.'
as he got the gun and walked over to the tree, we saw a convoy of 6
trucks and jeeps and atvs barrelling down our drive road (about a mile
long).
'dad, please just stay put behind that tree, dont let them see where
you are, unless, obviously things get 'hairy', then call the cops on
your cell and handle things. but remember even if you shoot in
self-defense, you are going to jail, and its their jail."
"what the hell? what are you going to do??'
'no big, we are going to have a little chat. no worries'
a minute later, the six vehicles pull up around in a semi circle and
like 15 hunters get out, some with their shotguns, others without, but
certainly packing a pistol or something. this huge older thick headed
lout with a stereotypical chunck of chewing 'bacca in his lip and a
grimy blaze orange padded jacket was standing in front, looked around
at our campsite and snorted with complete contempt.
'boy, who the fuck is shooting machine guns around here?!' he says
walking over at me.
i just sat there on a log drinking my coffee looking at him.
'you deef boy? we was up yonder (swear to god they use 'yonder', go
figure!) and some dumbfucker starting shooting automatic machine guns
at us. waddat you?'
i lit a cigarette and just stared at him for another 10 seconds or so.
(honestly i couldnt tell if i was in way over my head, but i
knew if we showed weakness the whole adventure of living up there
would become some fuct hatfield-mccoy OK corral deliverance hillbilly
nightmare)
'this is my land now - and that is my gun. and dont call me boy.'
'now look here, we are out here hunting and you are gonna hit somebody
shooting like that. so you need to settle down...boooooyyyy. we'been
hunting here for over 20 years and the season just started. we'll tell
y'all when you its safe for you to come back here and play or whatever
the hell you california boys do back here (the realtor must have
filled the locals in on our situation).
cigarette drag. stare.
'you got me, boy?'
'no, boyyyy. here is the deal. this is my land now - and you are
fucking trespassing. i fired those shots, not at your boys, but into
the ground, because i know there is nothing a hunter hates more than
to think there is an asshole out there in the trees with an assault
rifle. i knew it would get your attention. now i am going to live
here. i am clearing off this land to build a home and eventually build
a business. i am gonna raise a family here. i believe in good
neighbors. i am gonna be a good neighbors. but y'all have started this
out ugly by vandalizing my signs, cutting my chains, trespassing to
hunt, which can land your ass in state prison for a couple months. so
short of you making some jack ass move and trying to shoot me right
here which i can tell you would be a very bad ideat, we can sit down
and work out some sort arrangement that will make us good neighbors.
so what do you want? you want to fight or figure it out?'
(snort) 'youre fucking crazy!'
'no. just very determined to makes sure everybody walks outta here and
that this little bullshit harrasment stops today. so what do you
want?'
'check this california boy out. who does he think he is'
'look, i already called the game warden this morning before i came up
here. real nice guy (one mongoloid in the back guffawed and said 'he's
a fucker.) he was very obliging and told me all about your state
hunting laws and the serious penalties for trespassing and he even
mentioned that he might be stopping by today to say hello. and last
week i spoke with the county magistrate (DA to them), also a real nice
guy, looks like we are going to be going to the same church (i had
stopped in at the beautiful 200 year old episcopal church on a
previous trip to meet the rector and meet some of the folks - never
especially religious, but i knew enough of small towns to know that
the church is where you socialize and get your social ranking), happy
to see some new faces coming to the county. he told me all about the
history of this part of the county and this property. in fact, he said
if i had any problems to give him a call and he'd give me a hand. so
you and your boys aint got much to stand on right now. you keep up
this hunting and the game warden is gonna revoke your licenses at best
and toss you in jail at the worst, especially if your poachin' was
done in a coercive threating manner, and im sure the magistrate
wouldnt mind a bit drawing up the cases."
'ha, the sheriff is my brother in law,' the lout says.
'cool, roll the dice, see what your brother in law will do for you. or
you put your guns back in your trucks and lets work this out.'
'what'chu got in mind?'
'ok, i accept that y'all have been hunting here since sheriff shappard
died because there was no one to say no, and we all know there isnt
another plot of property with an open 100 acres of clear shooting this
far back off the road for 20 or so miles. so i dont feel right just
telling you boys that you cant hunt here anymore. so you can hunt
here.'
'well thats good, glad youre talking some sense.'
'so you can hunt here for the rest of the season...but next season you
can only hunt the front half of the property and the following year
only the front quarter of the land. you get three more years you can
hunt here, after those three years i should have a home built here and
we can discuss if any of you wants to buy permission to hunt that
front quarter. three years free is a good deal.'
'not really...'
'its better than the alternative. but here's your catch. only you and
your hunt club are allowed to hunt here. no one else. understand?'
'thats not much of a catch, why would we want to share it?'
'the catch is that you are responsible for making sure no one hunts
here, no one vandalizes my gear that i store here, no one messes with
my signs. if anybody hunts and vandalizes this property, then all bets
are off and you can go ask the hunt club down 'yonder!' if you can
hunt with them - i'm sure they wouldnt mind .
long story short, they agreed, we agreed. no more problems with
vandals and such. in fact, they actually called the sheriff on some
boys from another county who had come over during the week to hunt.
and they made sure we knew they had done so. after two years a 300
acre property a mile or so down the road was bought by a timberer and
clear cut. after the trees and shrub growth starting coming back after
a year it was perfect for deer hunting and the timberer had no
objections to the locals hunting there, so it wasnt a problem not
hunting at our place. it was never warm and fuzzy with the locals up
there, but they did respect our property. we never had anymore problems with
them.
damn, i hadnt thought about that story for years now.
Sadly (unless we own a tortoise or parrot) our pets will usually die before we do. But (on average) the trees that we plant will live many times longer than any humans ever could. That's always a comforting thought and a great reason to plant a tree! :)
If we compared the oldest confirmed human (Jeanne Calment, who lived in France for 122 years and 164 days (from 1875–1997)) with the age of the oldest verified tree alive today (a Bristlecone Pine growing in California’s White Mountains known as “Methuselah” (estimated to be at least 4,800 years old)), then that oldest tree is at least 39 times older than the oldest human!!! And yet somehow, we humans still think that we are superior to trees?
This tree in the Kruger National Park was already growing here long before my great-great-grandparents were born, and it will still be thriving long after I'm gone. All I can say is... Respect!
Have a lekker weekend everyone!
In Manila cemeteries, families honor their loved ones by repainting graves—often before Undas, the Day of the Dead. This tradition reflects care, remembrance, and respect. Bright colors or white limewash are used to clean, protect, and personalize tombs, showing the dead are not forgotten. It’s a heartfelt ritual passed down through generations.
In this sculpture, a Group of Seven landscape subject takes on the contours of an aerodynamic race car. Wood, an ardent nature lover herself, was a pioneer of modernist form, experimenting bolding with modern industrial materials such as tin and electroplated bronze. After he sturdies at Ontario College of Art (now OCAD University), she went on to teach at Toronto’s Central technical School for many years. Wood received numerous commissions, becoming one of the most respected Canadian artists of her time.
Amazing blue hour at this magnificient location in Formentera Island.
With respect to the technical part, it is a horizontal panorama 30 second long exposure using the combination of a Formatt Hitech Filters ND four step Firecrest plus a graduated three step.
I hope you like it. Have a nice Tuesday. :)
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Some men don't compete, they mark territory.
Admiring from a distance is fine.
Stepping in the middle never ends polite. #CalmButDeadly
Paxton Pits Nature Reserve is a lovely Nature Reserve in Cambridgeshire rich in wildlife including Kingfishers.
Unfortunately, some people do not respect Nature and don't seem to understand that a little act like discarding a plastic bottle in nature could have dire consequences on the wildlife.
Please Respect Nature!
The Red Arrows tribute to the pilots and fighters of the Second World War, leading the Spitfires and Hurricanes of the BBMF.
Detail of the graffito "Respect for everyone" (Respekt für jeden) by the artist trompe.
Flyover, Breitenbachbrücke.
Frankfurt, Germany
all
to
do
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more
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portrayed
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and more there
is
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information
to get out
of
the direction of
more
and
more
light in a way the
light
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of
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by
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character to direction
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and
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itself in other
words
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ways to respect
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light
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need
for
more
and more and
more
light to portray
similarly
there is no lasting need for direct portrayal to
be
portrayed from one
perspective
there
is
more to realizing there are
limitations
to speaking in
absolutes
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of
portrayal as there
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spreads
Weird enough some people think they can get respect by using violence.. I'm glad i never tried that so I got my respect by being myself and have faith in humanity.. With this (old and fake) gun I tried to say, how old (gun) or young (hand) you are doesn't matter, but show respect to eachother!!
At the sametime, when you use product with respect it will last longer.. The gun is old, (rust and stuff) but it still works! (Smoke)..
Ratchapasong-Phatunum intersections, Bangkok, Thailand : 28 Feb 2010
To make all the vehicle the same colors will never be solved the problem and people in front of you are also not should to be blamed. We should respect the beautiful of the different thoughts and live in the harmony way.
Pour d'aucuns, le nom du hameau viendrait de la chaleur des fers rouges utilisés pour marquer les galériens. Entre 1742 et 1824, deux fois par an, les convois de prisonniers en route pour le bagne de Toulon s'arrêtaient au relais de poste construit sur la route royale re-liant Paris à Lyon. Les forçats enchaînés étaient abrités sous un han-gar (photo) dont le toit est soutenu par six colonnes de pierre et aux extrémités duquel se dressent deux pavillons de plan carré, ayant servi respectivement de forge et de pigeonnier. Sur un des murs, des anneaux utilisés pour attacher les prisonniers et les chevaux sont toujours visibles. Le dernier de ces convois de bagnards, pou-vant compter jusqu'à 200 hommes, arriva à la Chaleur en 1824.
Ever had the urge to blurt out that you are a cross-dresser? I have!
In fact, I have succumbed to this urge a few times and I can say though many were positive with their reaction once it went very badly and I had inadvertently given someone knowledge they proceeded to use against me. It was not the most comfortable of outcomes.
So coming out as a cross-dresser, why tell anyone? I do feel some people need to know, in my case my wife and family. I did not want it to remain a secret in our lives. However, I have come out to others who are not family but I have many tears of trust with them. My mistake was at times I was bursting with an urge to just tell people and quite frankly it was truly reckless frame of mind to be in.
So I made a big mistake with one person and could only stop them using my secret cross-dressing activities being used to cause me trouble in my working life buy having to come out to more people than I really wanted to. It did at least wipe out the hold the person who despised me for being a cross-dresser thought they could have over me. It was an unpleasant time and it upset my family.
So during my last cross-dressing in March I thought I would record a short video on coming out and my own take it on which is be cautious! Of course, this is just my own view and each of us will feel differently about coming out. I know some people are very open and uninhibited. My own situation is I need to stay protective of my family and my job as I need to provide a stable income to support those I love dearly.
My moments of reckless desire to tell the world I love dressing up as a woman need to be contained. I am now very careful who I come out to. Others have come out to me about their own lives and sexuality so I know we have mutual respect and trust with each other.
I would definitely urge caution. Coming out has it’s immediate moment of euphoria and liberation that you have told someone but the long term consequence is they now know something about you that could potentially cause you big problems in your life if they don’t respect the secret you just shared or they decide to use that new knowledge against you.
Resist the urge to tell! Think carefully about who you decide to share this part of your life with.
Young Eamon dreamed of being a Black Falcon knight but always fell asleep on their journeys, frustrating the knights. During a crucial mission, Sir Rowan warned Eamon that his sleepiness was dangerous.
Determined to improve, Eamon got a special herb from the local healer to stay awake. On the next journey he remained alert, earning the guards' respect and becoming a trusted member of the team.
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A Little White Pointer think bit off more than it should of with Big Momma coming in to say "That is mine & Respect your Elder's!"
A First for everyone onboard as well as the crew.
Loaded Tailem Bend grain train #2182 with V544 “Tim Fischer” plus FQ02 and GWB103 work uphill through Aldgate on Dec 6, 2021 on their way to Viterra in Pelican Point. — in Aldgate, South Australia.
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