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early on in life is that at a certain age one stands still and stagnates :-)
T.S. Eliot
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hybrid camellia, 'Shibori Egao', j c raulston arboretum, ncsu, Raleigh, north carolina
Le giornate serene in pianura nel periodo invernale sono molto poche data la "stagnazione" delle nuvole e l'umidità spesso presente; quando si può godere di qualche ora mite e, il cielo non è completamente pulito, il sole al tramonto crea spettacolari colori che dal rosso virano all'arancione e al rosa. In un freddissimo pomeriggio di inizio gennaio presso Sirmione (BS), situato sulla sponda a sud del Lago di Garda, il cielo sorprende con un effetto "fiamma" che si riflette sulle agitate acque.
The serene days in the plains during the winter are very rare due to the "stagnation" of clouds and the frequent humidity; when you can enjoy a few mild hours and the sky is not completely clear, the setting sun creates spectacular colors ranging from red to orange and pink. On a very cold afternoon in early January at Sirmione (BS), located on the southern shore of Lake Garda, the sky surprises with a "flame" effect reflecting on the rough waters.
The Seventeen Arch Bridge is an iconic symbol of Beijing. It sits at the heart of the Summer Palace complex, and connects the eastern shore of Kunming Lake with Nanhu Island. It is another fine example of architecture from the 18th Century Qianlong Period.
The tower in the distance, left of shot, is the Yufeng Pagoda on Jade Spring Hill. Most of China's top political and military leaders, including Xi Jinping, live on villas on its slopes, having long since abandoned the more spartan Central Party Compound near the forbidden city.
The Summer Palace is the best place to explore both the finery of China’s Golden Age and its rapid decay in the 19th Century. The Summer Palace isn’t just one palace, but in fact a vast complex covering more than a square mile, containing more than 3,000 buildings, and the famous Seventeen Hole Bridge as iconic a symbol of Beijing as the Palace of Westminster is of London.
Beijing was booming in the 1700s, with the population growing rapidly and along with it much light industry. Around 1749, the Qianlong Emperor decided to build a palace eight miles from the smoky downtown, on a beautiful site overlooking a lake that was being used for stables, to celebrate the 60th birthday of his mother, Empress Dowager Chongqing. He had the lake dredged and expanded to create what is now Kunming Lake, and the earth excavated to do so was used to raise the height of what is now Longevity Hill. What would become the Summer Palace was still called the Gardens of Clear Ripples.
Designed in the style of the gardens of South China, and drawing on motifs from Chinese mythology, the hill was soon graced by the Great Temple of Gratitude and Longevity, later renamed the Hall of Dispelling Clouds, which was overlooked by the Tower of Buddhist Incense, and graced by other wonderfully named buildings like Hall of Benevolence and Longevity the Hall for Listening to Orioles.
Encapsulating China’s Qianglong Golden age, it also encapsulates its subsequent disastrous decline. While the Qianlong Emperor lavished support on the arts and expanded China’s borders to their greatest ever extent, years of exhausting campaigns weakened the military, while in the Empire’s prosperous core, decadence set in, with endemic corruption, wastefulness at the court and a stagnating civil society. These problems would accelerate after the Qianlong Emperor died in 1799. In the heyday of intercontinental sailing ships, Chinese had already successfully managed direct trading relations with Europe for several centuries by this point, exporting porcelain to Europe and the Americas at scale. So when some arrogantly uncouth emissaries arrived at court in the 1830s from an upstart country named Britain, they were initially dismissed as a particularly unpleasant of self-deluding barbarians.
But a sign of the rotten state of the Chinese Empire as the 19th Century wore on was the increasingly dilapidated state of the Summer Palace. During the Second Opium War, British and French forces sacked and burned the Summer Palace as part of an invasion of Northern China which forced the Qing government to sign a trade treaty on unwelcome terms. The Place was further damaged in 1900, by an alliance of Western and Japanese troops who were putting down the Boxer Rebellion. Yet the Chinese Imperial system which stretched unbroken back to Qin ended in 1912, when Puyi, the last Emperor abdicated. Two years later, the Summer Palace was turned into a public park, and so it has remained ever since, barring a few years after the Communist takeover of 1949, when it briefly housed the Central Party School.
Restoration work has taken place at some pace since the 1980s, and continues to the present day.
This magnificent site can be very crowded, especially if you visit, as I did, on the second day of China’s weeklong early October holiday. More than ten million visitors come here every year, averaging nearly 30,000 per day. You can see why. Despite the crowds, this is one of the world’s great historic sights.
The Summer Palace is a half-hour ride on a new subway line from the city centre. The surrounding are suburbs are wealthy, and house Xi Jinping and most of the party bigwigs – but they don’t take the subway!
S. Guangqi Rd. & Qiaojia Rd., Shanghai
The old city was originally the county seat of Shanghai; after the arrival of Westerners in the mid-19th century, foreign settlements were built in the suburbs outside the old city, forming the principal part of modern Shanghai, while the old city gradually stagnated and declined. Until 2019, this crossroads remains largely as it was in the early 20th century. From 2020, the shops and occupants here are being evicted and the buildings have been sealed off with concrete blocks and, soon, will be demolished.
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Meidoorn wordt al sinds de 16e eeuw gebruikt om de bloedsomloop te stimuleren. Deze werking komt onder meer door de inhoudsstof rutine, deze stof is bekend om z'n vermogen om blauwe plekken te voorkomen.
Bovendien helpt meidoornthee om de cholesterol te verlagen.
In de Traditionele Chinese geneeskunde (TCG) wordt Crataegus pinnatifida, een soort meidoorn, al duizenden jaren gebruikt. Shan Zha is de pinyin-naam. Het valt in de TCG onder de kruiden die spijsverteringsproblemen oplossen, met name bij problemen met de vertering van eiwitten en vetten.
Ook bij diarree of dysenterie wordt het gebruikt.
In de Chinese geneeskunde wordt het ook gezien als een kruid dat de stagnering van bloed kan verhelpen en cholesterol en een hoge bloeddruk kan verlagen.
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Hawthorn has been used since the 16th century to stimulate blood circulation. This effect is partly due to the substance rutin, this substance is known for its ability to prevent bruising.
Moreover, hawthorn tea helps to lower cholesterol.
Crataegus pinnatifida, a type of hawthorn, has been used for thousands of years in Traditional Chinese medicine (TCG). Shan Zha is the pinyin name. In the TCG it is among the herbs that solve digestive problems, in particular with problems with the digestion of proteins and fats.
It is also used for diarrhea or dysentery.
In Chinese medicine it is also seen as an herb that can remedy blood stagnation and lower cholesterol and high blood pressure.
Stevie may have been born and raised in Dallas but when he quit school and moved to Austin he embraced them and they he. His self taught singular style triggered a meteoric rise in a genre that had stagnated and reintroduced a whole generation to blues with a flourish. The music scene is still alive and well in that small Texas town. This statue by Ralph Helmick, located at the intersection of Town Lake Hike and Bike Trail was an awesome find. Check out the 'shadow', to me it signifies that his playing days are over, but the music lives on. Oh, and if you find yourself along the river in Austin at night and stumble across this monument, bring a flashlight because it's dark as heck!
A link to some Stevie Ray Vaughan. youtu.be/Oi69EGRYCXQ This vid takes a moment (bout a minute) to get going, but I like how it builds and explodes into this live concert.
Some say that wild Geranium flower essence counteracts depression. It brings joy and happiness into the daily life and helps you get going with unfinished projects and bring them to fruition. Wild Geranium gives the positive initiative you need, ending stagnation, breaking old limitations, beliefs, and social programming. It helps us get out of the rut and move forward.
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Candid street photography from Glasgow, Scotland.
As lockdown starts to ease in the UK please stay alert out there. Masks, social distance, handwashing and good ventilation are key to keeping transmission rates down. Positive cases have stagnated and in some areas are rising again since the return of children to school so please be careful as things open up. Stay safe my friends!
Captured in accordance with relevant coronavirus rules, regulations and advice at time of shooting.
i just read a commencement speech by martin luther king, jr. he gave the address at oberlin college in 1965. fifty years have passed, yet his words still resonate: "human progress never rolls in on wheels of inevitability. it comes through the tireless efforts and the persistent work of dedicated individuals. without this hard work, time becomes an ally of the primitive forces of social stagnation. we must realize that the time is always right to do right."
how can i “do right” today? how can i bring more kindness, integrity, courage, love, wisdom, and compassion into these uncertain times? these are the questions on my mind and in my heart.
ps: dr. king's speech is wonderful and apt. it's a worthwhile read, especially on the eve of this presidential inauguration. mlk's words are eerily real yet also hopeful.
Freedom is often the subject in my photography. Self-portraits taken at grand landscapes around the world bring me to life. Always moving, always exploring, always challenging my body and mind -it is in my gene, stagnation is not an option. Continues change and adaptation are the key to survival -they are key to my genetical pool and survival of my ethnicity. My connection and love of nature wakes me up every morning and allows me to dream every night. For it is the sun who warms our soul only to wake us up again and again allowing a seed to grow between you and me….
A million pixels and sand
Creativity, hold my hand
Thoughts and emotions
Always in motion
Seven billion people live on earth
This is who I am
With all my flaws and imperfections
Countless images are created daily
This is my image
With all its flaws and imperfections
A million pixels and sand
Creativity, hold my hand
Thoughts and emotions
Always in motion
…. allow me to live with all my heart.
A low water bridge across a slow moving creek makes a serene scene in late autumn when most of autumn leaves have fallen however the leaves on the ground still have their color making for a tranquil scene with the multicolored leaves floating on the stagnate pool of water.
Perry County Community Lake
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Perryville, Missouri
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An emotional connection with the mother is very important in the first days of a child’s life, when they begin to see the world around them. This photo shows me and my mom.
Today, I would also like to talk about an important issue — namely, birth rates and demographics.
In Soviet Ukraine, the population continuously grew after the end of World War II, and by 1991, about 52 million people lived here. Such growth occurred because, in those distant times, it was considered normal to have many children. A hundred years ago, in rural areas, families with 10 or even 17 children were not unusual.
According to official statistics, by 1970 the birth rate in Ukraine had dropped to 2.1 children per family, and by 1980 the rate was already 1.95. This was linked both to the rise in the general level of education, urbanization and to the beginning of the stagnation of the Soviet economy.
In 1986, the Chernobyl disaster occurred, which sharply reduced birth rates in the following years (young women were simply afraid to give birth). By the late 1980s, economic stagnation had turned into an advancing economic crisis (sugar, butter, toilet paper, school notebooks, and many other essential goods began to disappear from store shelves one by one).
In 1991, the USSR collapsed, and Ukraine declared independence. Since the economies of the Soviet republics were economically interdependent (a system was deliberately designed by the Communist Party leadership), the economy began to collapse.
People experienced delays of several months in wage payments, money rapidly lost its value due to galloping inflation, and unemployment began to rise fast (as factories and enterprises went bankrupt en masse), daily rolling blackouts were taking place in populated areas etc.
Accordingly, by 1995, the birth rate had dropped to 1.4 children per family, and the number of divorces was also rapidly rising (which, in previos Soviet times, was considered socially unacceptable).
At the same time, the socio-political and ideological landscape changed dramatically. Ukraine opened up to the Western world. A flood of Western goods, culture, and values poured into the country. During the Soviet era, everyone was expected to study, work, start a family, give birth and raise children, collectively 'build a bright communist future under the wise leadership of the Communist Party.' But in the early 1990s, people switched to survival mode — they lost confidence in the future.
There was no longer a state ideology, no one believed in anything anymore. Everyone was left on their own. Making money at any cost became the top priority. Television was filled with commercial advertising that encouraged people to 'take everything from life and demand even more,' while Western movies and TV shows portrayed a glamorous lifestyle. Ukrainians became focused on earning money and building careers, and childbirth was postponed 'until later.'
By the year 2000, the birth rate had fallen to 1.15 children per family. At the same time, millions of working-age Ukrainians were forced to leave the country in search of seasonal jobs (often illegally) abroad — some went to EU countries, others to Russia — leaving small children behind with grandparents. Many left Ukraine for good, emigrating to the USA, Canada, Germany, and other countries.
In the early 2000s, the economic situation in Ukraine began to improve. In 2005, the government even started to give payments for the birth of children — and this had a small positive effect. By 2010, the birth rate had reached 1.44 children per family. But then, it began to decline again.
Since 2014, Crimea was annexed, the war in Donbas began, and the Ukrainian currency sharply devalued (by more than half). In 2019, the pandemic (i call it "the COVID scam") began, and by 2020 the birth rate had fallen to 1.2 children per family.
With the start of the full-scale invasion in 2022, millions of Ukrainians fled the country, escaping the horrors of war in search of refuge. No one can name the exact number of refugees now — estimates go as high as 12 million people. These are primarily women and children, since men are not allowed to leave Ukraine.
Over the course of three years, Ukrainian children abroad have already adapted to life in their new countries, and most of them will likely never return to Ukraine. This is a devastating blow to the future of Ukrainian nation.
How many of us are left in Ukraine now — no one can say for certain. According to the most optimistic estimates (which I personally do not believe), it's 30 million people, of whom 14 million are of retirement age.
As of today, Ukraine's demographics have become the worst in the world. And that is deeply saddening. We will no longer be able to recover, as we did in the past after severe demographic shocks in our history.
Young women and men today no longer want to have children. At best, they might consider having a child closer to the age of 30. The "childfree" ideology has become very popular.
Twenty-five percent of children are born to single mothers (I personally know several such women who consciously chose not to have a father for their child).
My nation is, in effect, dying now before the eyes of the world...
Of a small settlement to the Ee in the 10th century it developed into an important city, where trade, industry and fishery thrived. By growing prosperity and look to the commonalty of Zierikzee on March 11th 1248 municipal right was granted king. After the medieval flowering period calamity emergency with fires, shipping disasters, epidemics and floods followed.
The 17th century characterised himself by second flowering of the trade and fishery. Then the number of inhabitants stepped very drastic in the course of the 18th century stagnation and decreased. The large industrial developments went to Zierikzee past for the greater part. In contrast to other cities old buildings remained saved. The wealth to monuments is mainly considered as a precious possession and in 1970s has been discovered by the tourists.
Nowadays Zierikzee is, with wide 10,000 inhabitants, the administrative seat of the new and has in this a centre function. In the historical town centre with a lot of shops and sociable pavements it is for both the tourist and inhabitant well stays.
Cologne Opera House: a glimmer of progress
For years, the opera house at Offenbachplatz has been more of a construction site than a cultural landmark. But now, there’s a sense that something is finally happening. Visible signs of progress spark hope and curiosity about what is to come. This image captures the moment when stagnation begins to give way to transformation.
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Kölner Opernhaus: Ein Hoffnungsschimmer
Jahrelang war das Opernhaus am Offenbachplatz eher eine Baustelle als ein kulturelles Wahrzeichen. Doch nun scheint sich endlich etwas zu tun. Sichtbare Zeichen des Fortschritts wecken Hoffnung und Neugierde auf das, was kommen wird. Dieses Bild fängt den Moment ein, in dem Stagnation allmählich der Veränderung weicht.
In the Noord mill (Dutch: Noordmolen) on the Twickel estate near Ambt Delden province Overijssel, oil is made from linseed (flax seed). This is done in three operational stages.
The Noordmolen is already more than 650 years old. In May 1347, Herman van Twicklo bought "Huize Eijsink" and the North Mills located on the Azelose brook from the gentleman farmer Berend van Hulscher. The deed of sale has been preserved in the archive of castle Twickel. This refers to the Noordmolens.
In the past there was also a flour mill opposite the current oil mill.
This was demolished in 1831.
The mill has been restored several times, as can still be seen through memorial stones in the quay walls. The mill was restored in 1917, but stagnation in part due to lack of water again led to decline. In the years 1976-1978 the mill building was restored again for the Twickel Foundation. In 1984 the mill received a new water wheel, which was donated by the Rotary club Delden-Borne. The restoration of the interior was completed in 1989.
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Wow, can you believe it’s already been four years? Time really does fly when you’re having fun, and what an incredible journey it’s been! From our humble beginnings as a small, obscure roadside SL mainland motel to the vibrant, sprawling estate we are today, Le Chateau has grown into something truly special. And it’s all thanks to you—our amazing residents and supporters who have made this community one of the coolest spots in Second Life.
This year has been particularly exciting as we’ve made our triumphant return to the mainland at the Blake Sea, with LC Hamptons. It’s been a dream come true! But that’s not all! We’ve also brought you some incredible new projects and updates that have made this year unforgettable.
Who could forget Cretaceous Park, our summer prehistoric paradise, or the Trailer Park, a place so dear and popular to the hearts of our residents? And let’s not overlook the adrenaline-pumping Racing Track, the groovy Roller Disco, or the ever-vibrant Babylon Club—each addition has brought its own unique flavor to Le Chateau. Plus, with the continuous updates to our estate, we’ve ensured that every corner of Le Chateau stays fresh, modern, and exciting. Stagnation? Not here!
Your support and enthusiasm inspire us every day to keep pushing boundaries and creating new experiences for you to enjoy. We’re so grateful to have you as part of the Le Chateau family.
So, from the bottom of our hearts, thank you, thank you, THANK YOU! You truly rock our world, and we can’t wait to see what the future brings. Here’s to many more adventures, memories, and milestones together. ♥️
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With all our love and gratitude,
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One of two stone sutra pillars which is one of the few remains of the southern part of the Sumeru Temple on the north or back slope of Longevity Hill in Beijing’s Summer Palace complex. The rest was destroyed in the Anglo-French sack of Beijing in 1860-1.
The Summer Palace is the best place to explore both the finery of China’s Golden Age and its rapid decay in the 19th Century. The Summer Palace isn’t just one palace, but in fact a vast complex covering more than a square mile, containing more than 3,000 buildings, and the famous Seventeen Hole Bridge as iconic a symbol of Beijing as the Palace of Westminster is of London.
Beijing was booming in the 1700s, with the population growing rapidly and along with it much light industry. Around 1749, the Qianlong Emperor decided to build a palace eight miles from the smoky downtown, on a beautiful site overlooking a lake that was being used for stables, to celebrate the 60th birthday of his mother, Empress Dowager Chongqing. He had the lake dredged and expanded to create what is now Kunming Lake, and the earth excavated to do so was used to raise the height of what is now Longevity Hill. What would become the Summer Palace was still called the Gardens of Clear Ripples.
Designed in the style of the gardens of South China, and drawing on motifs from Chinese mythology, the hill was soon graced by the Great Temple of Gratitude and Longevity, later renamed the Hall of Dispelling Clouds, which was overlooked by the Tower of Buddhist Incense, and graced by other wonderfully named buildings like Hall of Benevolence and Longevity the Hall for Listening to Orioles.
Encapsulating China’s Qianglong Golden age, it also encapsulates its subsequent disastrous decline. While the Qianlong Emperor lavished support on the arts and expanded China’s borders to their greatest ever extent, years of exhausting campaigns weakened the military, while in the Empire’s prosperous core, decadence set in, with endemic corruption, wastefulness at the court and a stagnating civil society. These problems would accelerate after the Qianlong Emperor died in 1799. In the heyday of intercontinental sailing ships, Chinese had already successfully managed direct trading relations with Europe for several centuries by this point, exporting porcelain to Europe and the Americas at scale. So when some arrogantly uncouth emissaries arrived at court in the 1830s from an upstart country named Britain, they were initially dismissed as a particularly unpleasant of self-deluding barbarians.
But a sign of the rotten state of the Chinese Empire as the 19th Century wore on was the increasingly dilapidated state of the Summer Palace. During the Second Opium War, British and French forces sacked and burned the Summer Palace as part of an invasion of Northern China which forced the Qing government to sign a trade treaty on unwelcome terms. The Place was further damaged in 1900, by an alliance of Western and Japanese troops who were putting down the Boxer Rebellion. Yet the Chinese Imperial system which stretched unbroken back to Qin ended in 1912, when Puyi, the last Emperor abdicated. Two years later, the Summer Palace was turned into a public park, and so it has remained ever since, barring a few years after the Communist takeover of 1949, when it briefly housed the Central Party School.
Restoration work has taken place at some pace since the 1980s, and continues to the present day.
This magnificent site can be very crowded, especially if you visit, as I did, on the second day of China’s weeklong early October holiday. More than ten million visitors come here every year, averaging nearly 30,000 per day. You can see why. Despite the crowds, this is one of the world’s great historic sights.
The Summer Palace is a half-hour ride on a new subway line from the city centre. The surrounding are suburbs are wealthy, and house Xi Jinping and most of the party bigwigs – but they don’t take the subway!
This description incorporates text from the English Wikipedia.
It’s been a busy week but I still earmarked one day to get out with the camera, preferable in November and still officially in autumn. With many of the trees in my area still having a little colour it was to be in my minds eye autumns last hurrah. With most of Britain sitting in a pocket of high pressure and stagnate cold air producing mist and fog I was champing at the bit to get into the woods. I started my journey in my now quiet car with the temperature reading 5c and before I got of the drive the frost warning pinged as it hit 4c. The mist was about but as soon as I hit Northumberland 15 mins up the road I was in a pea souper and then I watched the temperature drop a degree every 10 miles, by the time I reached my destination it was minus 2 and frosty white. To say I was excited was an under statement I was about to get to my favourite wood in superb conditions, a wood I’d been coming to for over 2 years and must of made at least 15 visits, excited I was wetting myself. However some places have their own micro-climate and this place is one. After boasting how well I knew this place I should have known, winter had well and truly arrived, the leaves and colour had vanished other than the marcescent leaves of the odd oak. As the saying goes you can’t have everything but next time I come here I want to catch falling snow, or am being just greedy.
La crue des eaux de la rivière ayant diminué, quelques spots d'eaux stagnent dans les coudes de la rivière-du-Moulin
As the flood waters of the river have decreased, some spots of water stagnate in the elbows of the river-du-Moulin
What a surprise
the only surprise
within momentary gaze
in hidden glades ablaze
came the truth
of nature's eternal youth
we have so long sought
such treasures autumn brought
and here we are
so near and yet so far...
...stagnation of the senses
bemoans the enemy's pretences
left for warmer stretches of imagination
in death-defying animation
where are we when we seek
the derivitive of this life so weak
within the desiccation of outlook
and unable to go by the book
we become onlookers to Autumn's farce
able to find and break a smile so sparse
beside convivial Beeches a new hope was born
glowing as it always has, for all eternity to adorn.
by anglia24
08h45: 08/11/2007
© 2007anglia24
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I read an article this morning about the value of practicing, rather than noodling around. Basically, if your photography isn't improving, either you're already really amazing (which I'm not), or you're just kind of playing around instead of practicing.
Well, I'm a noodler. I take pictures of whatever catches my eye, whatever I'm in the mood for. I don't focus on focus or manage my settings for an ideal shot in a disciplined manner. I like noodling - it's fun - but my photography has stagnated, and I'm not getting any better.
I had to go to my office today, which meant no chance to drive around looking for a perfect picture. Also, I didn't feel like schlepping my 10K lb. camera bag to the office. So I stuck a new 28mm lens I'd never shot with on my camera and challenged myself to take today's picture with that lens, and to make it practice rather than noodling - work on my focus, make sure it was a technically sound photograph even if it wasn't an exciting picture.
This is my messenger bag, inspired by Kaylee from Firefly. Honestly, it wouldn't have occurred to me until I slapped this lens on my camera to try this picture with this particular lens. I probably would have opted for a macro lens and saved this one for wider shots. So I guess I learned something today.
Frankly, I like noodling better.
"Johnson's Mound represents an outstanding example of a glacial kame which supports dry-mesic and mesic upland forest. It is classified as a till kame which formed during active glaciation rather than an outwash kame which formed ruing glacial stagnation. The kame is generally conical with slopes of 10-20%, occasionally undulating with shallow ravines and secondary knolls. This fairly well drained kame is dominated by sugar maples on all slopes growing with white ash, slippery elm and basswood. White and bur oaks contribute minimally to the canopy on the west and southwestern slopes. Understory trees and shrubs such as ironwood, blue ash, hazelnut and gooseberry grow throughout the forest. A rich understory of woodland forbs, such as shooting stars and violet wood sorrel, populate the canopy openings on the western slopes, while dutchmans breeches, declined and large white trillium, Short's aster and blue cohosh grow throughout the kame. Poorly drained depressions are found at the base of the northern slope. A small, spring fed fen occupies one of these depressions with remnant populations of tussock sedge, bottle gentian, swamp milkweed and other characteristic forbs. The remainder of the preserve is buffer and consists of successional old fields and old tree plantations."
In a world that demands constant movement, stillness is a quiet form of strength. Like the seagulls perched on their posts, we find power in waiting, watching, and choosing when to act.
Stillness is not stagnation. It is awareness—absorbing, preparing, understanding. A tree stands firm before it blooms. A musician leaves pauses for breath and impact. In quiet moments, clarity emerges, allowing better decisions and deeper insights.
Strength comes not just from motion, but from knowing when to pause—to trust the rhythm of life and move when the time is right.
Chesnee, South Carolina is experiencing visible decline due to a mix of economic hardship, population loss, and aging infrastructure. The town has struggled to replace jobs lost from past industries, leading to limited employment opportunities and reduced income levels. Younger residents often move away for better prospects, leaving behind an aging population with fewer resources. Vacant homes and underused buildings contribute to a sense of neglect. Public investment remains low, and amenities are limited, making the area less attractive to newcomers. These combined factors have gradually eroded the town’s vitality, leaving it in a persistent state of stagnation and decay. Photographed with a Canon AE-1, 35mm f/3.5 SC lens on Ilford FP4+ (rated at 100 ISO) and developed in HP-110 1+63. Scanned using VueScan and Epson 4870 scanner.
It's all in the spirit of change, in the land of heart
that stretches and sets so much apart
from the feelings we always see to show
to others that sense confusion in mindblow
what does it feel like to swap shoes
in the life we tread fears that seldom defuse
from the heckling altitude of emotional extremes
that calls from the horizon of gathering regimes
we watch the seizing of our day in foreign bodies
sabotage of our own blood spilled from governmental trapeze
that aphrodisiac of political sleaziness
vocally acrobatic with thinly spaced relevance leaves us speechless
forcing many underground, into Babylonian dreaming
the crossover of suffering spans cultures like a billion hearts bleeding
this unity of palpitant depravity under the hands of scummed presidents
is enough to turn our backs on "peace" forever, so tarnished are our judgements
we're all patients of the same blasphemous social disorder
injecting need for the disaffected life we wish to answer
what remedies create also afford side-effects space to roam wild
the savage afterdrug of bitterness produces a society reviled
now we've come so far, and so far so bad, so far so removed-
from the roots we could touch by hand to grow nature-approved
now without predators we prey on each other without mercy
graceless issues cast votes and violate every vestige of hidden beauty
we are the constant theme upon the changing land
what we cannot have we will fabricate or better still, steal by hand
against the machine we rise without voice of the outspoken
oh yes, that otherworld they have us believe is no longer sovereign
to our aspirations or reverence...no, we're lifeless, soulless, faithless
un-revolutionary spirits of sacrificial rights under laws written by the faceless
what are we living for? if the life is given up for stagnation of the senses
by the repulsive boys with their repugnant toys ready to breach our very defences
I say no to all of this, as does the very heart of Nature that still stirs
disasters of the natural kind are the dossier of humans natural inclination to be unkind to the Earth it conquers
right now is the fact of time to depose such ailing ways
their power is meaningless, though politicians unhealthy diet shortens each term by days
we need them no more than the World needs another killing machine
from which every poor being awaits the "first world's" vaccine
stolen by the greedy arms for arms corrupt theft of human rights
to which the only reply is one of total unity against these disgusting plights.
written by anglia24
11h25: 20/04/2008
©2008anglia24
The Seventeen Arch Bridge is an iconic symbol of Beijing. It sits at the heart of the Summer Palace complex, and connects the eastern shore of Kunming Lake with Nanhu Island. It is another fine example of architecture from the 18th Century Qianlong Period.
The tower in the distance, left of shot, is the Yufeng Pagoda on Jade Spring Hill. Most of China's top political and military leaders, including Xi Jinping, live on villas on its slopes, having long since abandoned the more spartan Central Party Compound near the forbidden city.
The Summer Palace is the best place to explore both the finery of China’s Golden Age and its rapid decay in the 19th Century. The Summer Palace isn’t just one palace, but in fact a vast complex covering more than a square mile, containing more than 3,000 buildings, and the famous Seventeen Hole Bridge as iconic a symbol of Beijing as the Palace of Westminster is of London.
Beijing was booming in the 1700s, with the population growing rapidly and along with it much light industry. Around 1749, the Qianlong Emperor decided to build a palace eight miles from the smoky downtown, on a beautiful site overlooking a lake that was being used for stables, to celebrate the 60th birthday of his mother, Empress Dowager Chongqing. He had the lake dredged and expanded to create what is now Kunming Lake, and the earth excavated to do so was used to raise the height of what is now Longevity Hill. What would become the Summer Palace was still called the Gardens of Clear Ripples.
Designed in the style of the gardens of South China, and drawing on motifs from Chinese mythology, the hill was soon graced by the Great Temple of Gratitude and Longevity, later renamed the Hall of Dispelling Clouds, which was overlooked by the Tower of Buddhist Incense, and graced by other wonderfully named buildings like Hall of Benevolence and Longevity the Hall for Listening to Orioles.
Encapsulating China’s Qianglong Golden age, it also encapsulates its subsequent disastrous decline. While the Qianlong Emperor lavished support on the arts and expanded China’s borders to their greatest ever extent, years of exhausting campaigns weakened the military, while in the Empire’s prosperous core, decadence set in, with endemic corruption, wastefulness at the court and a stagnating civil society. These problems would accelerate after the Qianlong Emperor died in 1799. In the heyday of intercontinental sailing ships, Chinese had already successfully managed direct trading relations with Europe for several centuries by this point, exporting porcelain to Europe and the Americas at scale. So when some arrogantly uncouth emissaries arrived at court in the 1830s from an upstart country named Britain, they were initially dismissed as a particularly unpleasant of self-deluding barbarians.
But a sign of the rotten state of the Chinese Empire as the 19th Century wore on was the increasingly dilapidated state of the Summer Palace. During the Second Opium War, British and French forces sacked and burned the Summer Palace as part of an invasion of Northern China which forced the Qing government to sign a trade treaty on unwelcome terms. The Place was further damaged in 1900, by an alliance of Western and Japanese troops who were putting down the Boxer Rebellion. Yet the Chinese Imperial system which stretched unbroken back to Qin ended in 1912, when Puyi, the last Emperor abdicated. Two years later, the Summer Palace was turned into a public park, and so it has remained ever since, barring a few years after the Communist takeover of 1949, when it briefly housed the Central Party School.
Restoration work has taken place at some pace since the 1980s, and continues to the present day.
This magnificent site can be very crowded, especially if you visit, as I did, on the second day of China’s weeklong early October holiday. More than ten million visitors come here every year, averaging nearly 30,000 per day. You can see why. Despite the crowds, this is one of the world’s great historic sights.
The Summer Palace is a half-hour ride on a new subway line from the city centre. The surrounding are suburbs are wealthy, and house Xi Jinping and most of the party bigwigs – but they don’t take the subway!
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The Chinese character for "decay" represents three (many) worms and a bowl. Decay is then represented by a bowl of food where worms are feeding.
What I find interesting is that, in the I Ching (The Book of Changes -- one of the pillars of Eastern thought) does not talk about decay itself but "Work on what has been spoiled".
It refers "Decay has come about because the gentle indifference of the lower trigram has come together with the rigid inertia of the upper, and the result is stagnation", what brings to mind the Trump presidency. And the I Ching continues: Since this implies guilt, the conditions embody a demand for removal of the cause. Hence the meaning of the hexagram is not simply "what has been spoiled" but "work on what has been spoiled". And this brings to mind the recent election for the President of the USA.
In short, decay is a condition like any other, and the important thing is to work to correct what brought it about.
The question, O me! so sad, recurring — why do we just leave it be in Portugal?
in a lucid, heavily incorporeal torpor, i stagnate, between dream and wakefulness,
in a dream that is a shadow of dreaming. my attention floats between two worlds
and blindly sees the depths of heaven; and these depths interpenetrate, mix together,
and i don't know where i am or what i'm dreaming.
pessoa
The city of Tampa is situated on the west coast of Florida along the Gulf of Mexico. This city is the economic center of western Florida. The central financial district is an area of high-rise office towers, but Tampa also has historic old sections such as Ybor City and Old Hyde Park.
The maps drawn by the Spanish conquistadors show a number of Indian settlements around the Tampa Bay area. In 1824 the Americans built a fort at the mouth of the Hillsborough River directed against the Seminole Indians. After the Second Seminole War a port and trading center were established here, and this soon developed into a regional center. The Civil War brought a period of stagnation, until a boost was given to the town by the construction of the South Florida Railroad.
Towards the end of the 19th century Tampa became a fashionable winter resort. In 1886 the Cuban cigar manufacturer Vincente Martinez Ybor moved his business to Tampa and a new quarter, Ybor City, was built for his Spanish-speaking employees. The mining of phosphates in the surrounding area also gave a stimulus to the city's development.
From the archives: UP 3358, an SD40-2 snoot, along with five other standard cab EMDs, shove back into Hoffman Ave, wearing a few inches of fresh snow.
December 5, 2010: this was the first train of many around the Twin Cities that Dan and saw that day. We bounced up to to Northtown, caught several on BNSF, CN at Camden, before heading down to St. Paul, and caught a few trains down by Gerdau Ameristeel.
This was just a couple of months after Kid 1 was born. The signal bridge got knocked down three years later; and as more kids showed up over the next few years, the amount of time I could spend chasing trains around rapidly approached zero. By the time my better half was expecting Kid 3 in 2014, I'd starting getting interested in airplanes, and the amount of time foaming pretty much stagnated after that, save a few trips, or when something particularly interesting was in town.
Definitely was a fun few years between finishing college and shifting focus to kiddos and airplanes though!
For one to fully understand the Fieraru clan, one must be able to hold two conflicting ideas simultaneously.
First: An all encompassing, chest-crushing need for progress, as insistent as the desire to draw breath. Eagerness to be more than you were before, and the disdain of stagnation that comes with such potent drive. The thrilling momentum of carefully planned ambition. The meticulously prepared and plotted ascent. The hungry push ever upward toward some constantly growing peak.
Second: Knowledge that looming failure is not a question, but a promise. A certainty that is comfortable and warm through its smothering inevitability. Not only just acceptance of these facts, but a wholehearted welcome of the end. The engulfing sense of fate. The full and genuine embrace of entropy. The understanding that all will fall.
art scenes have become stagnated due to the melting pot of culture through the 90s, that eruption was beautiful. i am living in a world that is inner dimensional. i have ended my existence in a place where cultural world standards are lacking vibrancy and authenticity. my melodic mind is always cloudy with new ideas and standards of mixed colors among humans. there are many people in my life that are very inspiring . we need to get up and stand up for or local friendly establishments. yes its a drive to get out of your town.. i know you're hiding in plane site, in our community there our many talented folks that have Facebook accounts
"The Church of Saint John of Nepomuk is a branch church of the Roman Catholic parish of St. Peter and Paul and a former monastery church of the Monastery of the Brothers of Mercy on Svatopluk Street in Prostějov.
The site of today's church was occupied by the Municipal Court, also called Schellenberg's. In 1733, the court was purchased by the Order of the Brothers of Charity with the contribution of the family of the princes of Liechtenstein. The court was surrounded by a garden, to which land was purchased for the future monastery cemetery. The brothers first built a temporary hospital and a small chapel. After further expansion in 1739 and the opening of the hospital, talk began about building a monastery church. The initiative for its construction was given by the prior P. Narcis Schön and the implementation was financially supported by the Lichtensteins. Princess Elizabeth donated 10,000 florins. Between 1751 and 1755, the Church of St. John of Nepomuk was built according to the designs of Antonio E. Martinelli. It was solemnly consecrated on October 5, 1755 by the consecrating bishop of Olomouc, Jan Karl Leopold of Scherffenberg. This is evidenced by the Latin inscription above the main entrance. Even after the consecration, work on the interior decoration continued. In 1756, the organ, oratory and side altar of St. John of God, the founder of the Order of Brothers of Mercy, were built. Only in 1766 was the decoration completed by Italian masters whose names have not been preserved. The vaults and walls of the church were painted with frescoes by František Antonín Sebastini, the sculptures are mainly the work of Josef Schubert and the carvings by František Hirnl.
Prostějov (Czech pronunciation: [ˈproscɛjof]; German: Proßnitz, Yiddish: פראסטיץ Prostitz) is a city in the Olomouc Region of the Czech Republic. It has about 44,000 inhabitants. Today the city is known for its fashion industry and AČR special forces unit 601. skss based there. The centre of the town is historically significant and is protected by law as urban monument zone.
The first historical mention of the village Prostějovice is from 1141. By the middle of the 13th century, it had developed into an important market village. At that time, German settlers were invited here, who established a new settlement on the site of today's TG Masaryk Square, to which the rights of the original settlement were transferred. On March 27, 1390, Prostějov was granted the right of the annual market thanks to the lords of Kravaře, which in fact became a town. In the Hussite period, the promising development slowed down as the city suffered delays on both sides; the insufficiently fortified Prostějov became easy prey for the troops of Margrave Albrecht and was burned down in 1431. The prosperity of the city was brought about by the establishment of the Jewish city and especially after a year 1490 more than a century-old government of the Pernštejn families, whose property became the town. In 1495, the city began the construction of stone walls with four gates with bastions. Between 1521 and 1538, the townspeople built a Renaissance town hall.
At the end of the 16th century, the city became the property of the Liechtensteins, which resulted in the stagnation of the city's development. In Prostejov the year 1527 printer Kaspar Aorga printed the first book on Moravia. During the Thirty Years' War, the town was devastated and in 1697 a fire broke out, killing the town hall, the school and the church. Then the city began to acquire a Baroque character. Around the middle of the 17th century, mainly thanks to local Jews, the food, textile and clothing industries developed rapidly, and in 1858 the first Czech ready-to-wear clothing industry was founded in Prostějov - the factory of the Mandla brothers, which attracted new inhabitants. In the 1960s, Prostějov was connected by rail with Brno and Olomouc. The 19th and 20th centuries changed the face of the city in the style of historicism and Art Nouveau. Since the 20s and especially 30s, dominating the construction becoming in Prostejov functionalism.
Moravia (Czech: Morava [ˈmorava]; German: Mähren) is a historical region in the east of the Czech Republic and one of three historical Czech lands, with Bohemia and Czech Silesia.
The medieval and early modern Margraviate of Moravia was a crown land of the Lands of the Bohemian Crown from 1348 to 1918, an imperial state of the Holy Roman Empire from 1004 to 1806, a crown land of the Austrian Empire from 1804 to 1867, and a part of Austria-Hungary from 1867 to 1918. Moravia was one of the five lands of Czechoslovakia founded in 1918. In 1928 it was merged with Czech Silesia, and then dissolved in 1948 during the abolition of the land system following the communist coup d'état.
Its area of 22,623.41 km2 is home to about 3.2 million of the Czech Republic's 10.8 million inhabitants. The people are historically named Moravians, a subgroup of Czechs, the other group being called Bohemians. The land takes its name from the Morava river, which runs from its north to south, being its principal watercourse. Moravia's largest city and historical capital is Brno. Before being sacked by the Swedish army during the Thirty Years' War, Olomouc served as the Moravian capital, and it is still the seat of the Archdiocese of Olomouc. Until the expulsions after 1945, significant parts of Moravia were German speaking." - info from Wikipedia.
Summer 2019 I did a solo cycling tour across Europe through 12 countries over the course of 3 months. I began my adventure in Edinburgh, Scotland and finished in Florence, Italy cycling 8,816 km. During my trip I took 47,000 photos.
Now on Instagram.
Corve Street curves elegantly uphill before it suddenly narrows as it enters the old walled town.
Remote Ludlow became a centre for fashionable society during the 18th century when the main streets were lined with substantial town houses.
During the 19th and into the 20th century the town stagnated and little new development took place in the centre, preserving it as the beautiful old market town of today.
Chesnee, South Carolina is experiencing visible decline due to a mix of economic hardship, population loss, and aging infrastructure. The town has struggled to replace jobs lost from past industries, leading to limited employment opportunities and reduced income levels. Younger residents often move away for better prospects, leaving behind an aging population with fewer resources. Vacant homes and underused buildings contribute to a sense of neglect. Public investment remains low, and amenities are limited, making the area less attractive to newcomers. These combined factors have gradually eroded the town’s vitality, leaving it in a persistent state of stagnation and decay. Photographed with a Canon AE-1, 35mm f/3.5 SC lens on Ilford FP4+ (rated at 100 ISO) and developed in HP-110 1+63. Scanned using VueScan and Epson 4870 scanner.
This album's name is dedicated to my favourite game of all time Elder Scrolls Online and race of all time, The Argonians (reptile humanoids). There's a story for you to read below about some of them towards the bottom.
What does Ku Vastei mean? Read below
By Lights-the-Way, Mystic of the Mages Guild
It is hard to describe the culture of my people. Often my tongue stumbles as I try to explain, but it is my hope that ink and quill will give me time enough to gather my thoughts. And perhaps, though such writing, I will finally connect the parts of me that now feel so divided; my homeland of Murkmire and my new life within the Mages Guild.
These journals are to become my ku-vastei. And, as I write that, I can think of no better topic to begin with.
Ku-vastei roughly translates to "the catalyst of needed change," though such a direct translation in no way does justice to the original meaning. Another translation could be "that which creates the needed pathway for change to occur" or even "the spark which ignites the flame which must come into being."
Perhaps a more direct analysis should be first presented. Ku-vastei is a noun, a thing or person. Vastei directly translates to change, an important part of my culture. Ku is harder to speak of. It is that which leads to change, though not that which creates change. An important role, as stagnation is a fate worse than death.
Take a boulder which sits atop a cliff, teetering in place. It must fall eventually. The ku-vastei does not push the boulder off the cliff; rather, it picks the pebble which holds the rock in place. And so it falls, not by a push, but by a pathway cleared.
Ku-vastei is revered, just as change itself is revered, for to look back at what was means to stumble as you move forward. Sometimes, a little push in the right direction is all someone needs to remember such wisdom. Other times, they may need to be shoved.
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The Gee-Rusleel Tribe
by Emmanubeth Hurrent, the Wayfarers' Society of Wayrest
I've had the privilege to speak to two different Miredancer elders now, and I've learned a great deal from both of these conversations. The "Gee-Rusleel," as they call themselves, are among the most introspective Argonians I've met in my travels. They also tend to be the most pleasant. For all their reclusiveness and wariness, I've never met a people more willing to share a meal or a game of Shells and Stones. They are skilled crafters, with a particular knack for working with Hist amber and egg shells. They are also peerless navigators, guiding their flat-bottom boats effortlessly through the swamp, master weavers, and skilled cartographers.
The most defining characteristic of the Miredancer tribe, however, is piety. This deep reverence for the Hist has earned them the right to name a "Sap-Speaker" for countless generations.
According to the elders I spoke with, the Sap-Speaker is the Hist's direct intermediary. (This is, of course, subject to debate. Many tribes boast unique methods of communion with the Hist. But as far as I have seen, the Miredancers make the most compelling case for the methods they use.) Sap-Speakers often go into seclusion for days or even weeks on end, venturing either down into the roots or high into the canopy of leaves in the uppermost branches. Here, they commune with the Hist. Indeed, the word that one of the elders used was "journey."
These journeys into the Hist tax the Sap-Speakers, but are thoroughly private affairs. After days by themselves, the Sap-Speakers emerge to hide away with old books, scrolls, and tablets. I asked after the purpose of these periods of seclusion, and this is what the elders told me. "The Sap-Speaker enters the embrace of the Hist to learn from the great tree," one elder said. "While in close contact with the roots and branches, the Sap-Speaker receives visions and other forms of communication that neither you nor I would understand."
The other elder continued. "Even the Sap-Speaker finds some of what is shown to be mystifying and confusing. I have heard that a Sap-Speaker is treated to ancient metaphors, arcane secrets, and visions that make little sense to creatures so far removed from sap and pulp." Apparently, the second period of seclusion allows the Sap-Speaker time to reflect on what he or she was shown, as well as time to consult with the ancient writings of Sap-Speakers who came before. After a suitable period of study and reflection, the Sap-Speaker emerges to reveal the Hist's will to the tribe.
I attempted to get more information about what happens while the Sap-Speaker meditates among the roots or branches, but I'm not sure the elders knew much more. They did tell me that the only nourishment the Sap-Speaker receives during these periods of seclusion is provided by the Hist itself in the form of sap, leaves, and the otherwise forbidden fruit of the tree.
There is a price to pay for the gift of Hist communion, however. Ingesting large quantities of Hist sap is a dangerous affair, even for Argonians. Sap-Speakers routinely suffer the effects of sap-poisoning, including "gold tongue" (permanent change of mouth pigmentation to a golden hue), unbidden hallucinations, "bark-scale" (thickening and darkening of surface scales), and other maladies they were reticent to talk about. The current Sap-Speaker, Thumarz, was in seclusion during my visit to the tribal village. I hope to meet him someday. If he's half as wise as the elders I interacted with, I'd no doubt learn a great deal from him.
Despite their deeply religious nature, the Miredancers also seem to have an obsession with games of all types. They are particularly fond of the games Nine-Shells and Shells and Stones, as well as sports such as the popular "teeba-hatsei" (also known as "hip and tail ball.") In addition to lovingly explaining their own games, they wanted to know everything I could tell them about the games we play back in Wayrest. I must admit, their enthusiasm was quite infectious! And I found it highly amusing to watch them try to re-create Deceiver's Bones from the vague description I provided.
The Miredancers are also inveterate gamblers, but they often forget to collect their winnings. Unlike the games of men and mer, Miredancer competitions appear to be completely devoid of malice or injured pride. Victory and defeat seem more like afterthoughts than objectives, due in no small part to their phlegmatic disposition. As in most things, their focus is strictly on the moment—the now. It pains me to leave their village, but I still have many more tribes to study. I doubt any of them will be as fascinating or as friendly as the Miredancers.
["the tribe is not currently in the game but in the world of the game"]
After spending 2 hours trying to get a sight of the Blue-throated flycatcher, we walked around 100 meters to another area where the Rusty tailed flycatcher was seen. The area was wet with quite a bit of dirty smelly stagnated water on the ground and hundreds of flies. We immediately recognized that area as a magnet for flycatchers.
But what we didn't expect at all is to see this Rare Blue Robin male - not one, but 3 of them. So we sat right next to the stagnant / dirty water with the flies on the wet ground. And boy, I was never this happy to be sitting like that. 3 Blue Robins, 2 Tickell's Thrushes, 2 Orange Headed Thrushes, Sykes Warbler, 2 Rusty Tailed Flycatchers above us - the area was terribly busy.
A member of the Flycatchers, this a migratory bird to the forests of Southern India, mainly to Western Ghats / ranges and maybe to a place nearby. The bird is a resident of the Himalayan region and southern china. An insectivorous bird, it is often seen close to the ground picking off small insects for food.
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In paradise, the air is thick with the scent of untouched beauty—the kind that makes your heart ache for just one more sunrise, one more lingering moment. The colors bleed into each other seamlessly, as if nature itself were painting for no audience but its own reflection. Yet, as the days stretch endlessly, the perfection begins to press down, like a weight you never realized could be heavy.
Without growth, paradise becomes static. You can touch it live in it even marvel at it's beauty, but it offers no answers to the restless pulse within you. It cannot offer the kind of friction that sparks change and renewal.
And yet, paradise is not without its own quiet lessons. It invites introspection. It forces you to confront your own dependency on chaos, your craving for contrast. Perhaps the trouble with paradise isn’t in its flaws but in how it reflects ours—our inability to be content in stillness, our yearning for what lies just beyond the horizon. Paradise, perfect as it seems, becomes a mirror, showing us the sharp edges of our human restlessness.
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Splendid Isolation
Apartment building in Chiatura, the mining town in Imereti, West Georgia. Chiatura flourished after the discovery of large reserves of manganese, and grew fast to accommodate the incoming miners. By 1913 the town’s mines produced up to 60 % of the global output. Production was revived after the first World War by the Soviet regime, which nationalized production. The collapse of the Soviet Union had a dramatic impact and, despite efforts to renew production, resulted in economic stagnation.
Our life is made up of failures & success or stagnation or less success. When fail or stagnant moments take over we forget about the success. We beat ourselves up with thoughts. But if our brain remembers bad so well why does it abandon good. If one succeeded in something 20 ... 30 ... or even 50 years ago does it mean it never happened? Does Colosseum stop being Colosseum if it is just standing there empty without any spectacles ? There was never another “Howl” for Allen Ginsberg or “On the Road” for Jack Kerouac or even “Crossing Brooklyn Ferry” & “Song of Myself” for Walt Whitman. We can’t rewind those moments & first euphoria of their success but we can love them.
PIOPPI VANITOSI.
Il Sile è un fiume di risorgiva, il più lungo d'Europa, un corso d'acqua con una portata pressoché costante. Un fiume unico, con acque limpide e vive, di straordinaria bellezza ma non privo di fragilità, che da sempre lega il suo scorrere alla storia, alle tradizioni, alla vita delle comunità.
Le sue sorgenti sono state paragonate a quelle del Clitunno, sebbene in realtà siano assai più modeste. Vero è che il piccolo fiume si allarga presto, senza ristagnare, fra rive a cui si affacciano gruppi di alberi, e si distende anche in laghetti formati talvolta da vecchie cave di ghiaia; ma il suo corso, in principio, è indeciso, quasi che l'acqua fosse stupita di ritrovarsi alla luce dopo il lungo viaggio sotto la terra.
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The Sile is a resurgence river, the longest in Europe, a watercourse with an almost constant flow. A unique river, with clear and lively waters, of extraordinary beauty but not devoid of fragility, which has always linked its flow to history, traditions and community life.
Its sources have been compared to those of Clitunno, although in reality they are much more modest. It is true that the small river soon widens, without stagnating, between banks overlooked by groups of trees, and also extends into small lakes sometimes formed by old gravel pits; but its course, in the beginning, is undecided, as if the water was amazed to find itself in the light after the long journey under the earth.
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