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Columbia tower on a moody day. Cloud cover was perfect for what I had in mind, execution is a little on the iffy side. I'm not in love with the composition but it gives me a good idea what I would like to try in the future.
A strong thunderstorm developed great structure as it moved north of Buffalo Range Road and I-40 in northern Arizona—5 August 2016.
A young buck comes into a scrape in early morning light. Only to be run off by a much bigger 8-pt. Our beautiful world, pass it on.
Deer are very scent oriented. It's probably their most powerful sensory tool, more so than ears and eyes. This week we observed a young buck come along this edge and rub scent on to branches.
Now this bigger 9-point is rubbing scent from glands near his eyes over the other buck's scent. Soon the tarsus glands on their hocks will begin flowing and they will urinate down their legs, letting the urine flow over the tarsus gland. They will scrape and paw the ground and create a scrape. It's always under a low hanging branch that will have scent as well. It will be interesting to see what other bucks show up along this scrape line.
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This buck is sniffing the leaves and rubbing scent on the leaves above a scrape. Four scrapes in this area. Our beautiful world, pass it on.
Having seen that the great white egret was once again on the scrape at Summer Leys, I hurried over last week. On arrival I was told it had been standing in the same place, away from the hide, for quite a while and was showing no signs of moving. However, it did eventually giving fantastic views in front of the hide
The Hague's tallest buildings seem to scrape the dark clouds, while the sun also played a large role in illuminating the foreground.
This buck has made a scrape here in just the past couple of days. He is urinating down his hind legs across the tarsus glands to put a pungent scent down. Difficult to see, but there is another buck behind him.
Our beautiful world, pass it on.
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I took surprisingly few images in New York. I simply enjoyed being there and pounding the streets.
It reminded me a little of when I first moved to London and enjoyed simply wandering from one location to another, finding out how the city weaves itself together, where the nice little streets are that you can amble down in peace, and which are the main veins that can get you quickly from A to B.
I enjoyed stopping at different cafes, restaurants and bars to see what vibe different areas had. I almost went to the Bronx too, but had to catch an earlier flight out due to weather and my plans for the last day were scuppered.
Whatever I did and wherever I went, I always seemed to find myself back at this building though, the beautiful Flatiron.
I was also drawn back to the Calexico burrito stand which is at the base of this iconic building. A wonderful burrito that I look forward to having again on my next trip there.
Have a great weekend everyone.
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Saw my first scrape activity early this morning. Haven't see this 8-point buck before. Here he is rubbing scent on branches above the scrape. Then he scraped the are with his front feet and urinated down his legs to place his mark. Our beautiful world, pass it on.
We saw our first sign of rutting activity this morning. This 8-point buck is making a scrape long before the first rays of sunlight penetrate the Cross Timber oaks. Later, a larger buck would come along and leave his mark. A couple of spikes, a forkhorn, and a six-point wtched, but didn't try to participate. The fall spectacle of the whitetail rut has begun.
Our beautiful world, pass it on.
Moose of Grand Teton
Moose are the largest member of the deer family and love cold weather. They frequent marshy meadows and edges of lakes and streams. About 800 Moose inhabit the southern part of Yellowstone, Grand Teton National Park and surrounding national forests. Moose are most heavily concentrated in Grand Teton Park.
To keep from sinking in mud while feeding, as the animal lowers its foot, a large dewclaw spreads to better support the weight. Similarly, the odd-looking crook of the hind leg allows a Moose to pull the leg straight up, more easily releasing it from deep, sucking mud.
Bull Moose lose their antlers anytime between December and March. Most of the Moose drop them in January. Immature bulls may not shed their antlers for the winter but retain them until the following spring. Female Moose do not have antlers.
A new set of antlers begin to grow the following spring, nourished by the covering of furry skin known as velvet. They take three to five months to develop fully – the velvet is then scraped and rubbed off against bushes and branches. The antlers are then ready for battle. Generally, each set of antlers will be larger than the one before.
Birds, carnivores, and rodents eat dropped antlers as they are full of protein and Moose themselves will eat antler velvet for the nutrients.
Take note—cow Moose with young can be particularly dangerous.
For more info: www.yellowstonepark.com/things-to-do/wildlife/about-moose/
After brunch, we walked down the MLK Jr. Promenade and up Kettner to the SSMCA which is located next to the Santa Fe Depot. The walk over was really fun, we took our time so I could take lots of photos and the beautiful blue skies and white puffy clouds along with the skyscrapers made for some wonderful opportunities.
Vestrahorn. Another place that makes you work for your shot. This day we risked the weather to go and shoot in the east coast. For as long as we were there, the forecast for this area was wind, snow and rain. I decided to chance it and drive out there early one morning to find there in fact was no snow or rain. But there were two significant challenges. The first was the wind. Lots of it. For those who haven't seen black volcanic sand, it is actually very fine, more so than normal sand. So when the wind is moving at 40km/hr, the sand goes with it like a moving carpet. I stalked the dunes for a good hour, trying to find a spot that was not going to shred my lens. There was one spot i particularly liked, and i stood in front of my camera, blocking it from the wind, for a good 30 mins, but the wind never let up. The further i went into the dunes, the more "bearable" the wind became. As you can see from the foreground, the grass is still moving at a decent speed. I am still finding black sand in my bags and clothes.
The second challenge was the clouds. I took a number of shots just hoping that i could capture the tips of the mountain. After image stacking quite a few pictures, i was mostly successful.
So many shapes and scrapes and facets in these little bergs. Quidi Vidi 'gut'. St. John's, NL, Canada.
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More of this richly decorated room (surprisingly the house is only two rooms deep), with its wealth of stucco by Vassali, Artari and Serena. Although there's plenty of it, it isn't overpowering as it's white rather than gilded. It may have had wallpaper in the past, but the rather nice plain ochre there now is what was left once they'd scraped the paper off. This very striking architrave has two female heads that are not what you expect from the 1720s. The lower one is quite demure, the upper one not, and having them both on the same doorway is unexpected too.
THE RISE OF CYBORG CULTURE OR THE BOMB WAS A CYBORG
Bruce Sterling's science fiction novels portray the cyborg future of humanity. There, centuries from now, humans have divided themselves into competitive factions based on two opposing philosophies: "Mechanism" and "Shaping." The former have designed their own ontogenetic evolution through the cultivation of various technologies, including the prosthetic, mechanical, and especially cybernetic ones. The Shapers rely only on biology, biochemistry, and especially molecular biology (genetics) to "shape" themselves and their own futures, primarily by extending life, sexual potency, and certain biological talents. From back here in their past, we can perceive a certain irony (out of which Sterling makes some nice satiric hay): the two human factions are really twins, seeking a shared posthuman future, though through different means. Both evolve towards artificially constructed beings who rely merely on two different arrangements of cyborg techniques to distinguish themselves from each other. The Shapers may well pride themselves on their eugencially-selected intelligence and despise the artificial computer implants and enhancements of their Mechanist doppelgangers. Yet, as one of the Mechanist spokesmen notes, "[The Shapers] might properly be defined as industrial artifacts."[1] The Mechanists may well use software implants and direct linking to computers to enhance their faculties, and abhor the messy fecundity and (what they view as "corruption") of Shaper life, but there is no denying that their mechanical prostheses change biological facts.
In one particular epoch of Sterling's future history (which he plays out over several works of fiction), this galaxial civilization is in its decadence, verging on the apocalyptic, dangerously close to achieving a critical mass or catastrophic fluctuation that will force it to "leap to a new order of complexity" (in terms Sterling borrows from chaos theory).[2] This new order will be the Post/pp. 5-6/ human. The speeches of many characters refer to this yearned-for future; they chide each other with gibes like, "Oh, show a little Posthuman fluidity." Sterling's hero in "The Cicada Queen" foresees the shape of the posthuman in "The Lobsters," humans who have already gone over to the far side of this utopian vision. The Lobsters have "shucked their humanity like a caul," combining some Shaper bioengineering with Mechanist tech to encase themselves in completely cyberneticized shells, after altering their biology to ensure they can survive.
The Lobsters hooked into fluidic computers or sheltered themselves from solar storms and ring-system electrofluxes.
They never ate. They never drank. Sex involved a clever cyber-stimulation through cranial plugs. Every five years or so they `molted' and had their skins scraped clean of the stinking accumulation of mutated bacteria that scummed them over in the stagnant warmth [of their suits].
They knew no fear… They were self-contained and anarchical. Their greatest pleasure was to sit along a girder [on a space station] and open their amplified senses to the depths of space, watching stars past the limits of ultraviolet and infrared…
There was nothing evil about them, but they were not human. As distant and icy as comets, they were creatures of the vacuum, bored with the outmoded paradigms of blood and bone. I saw within them the first stirrings of the Fifth Prigoginic Leap… as far beyond intel-/pp. 6-7/ ligence as intelligence is from amoebic life or life from inert matter. ("Cicada Queen" 77)
I find this description of one of humanity's possible futures compelling, not so much because it is attractive (which it is in some zoned-out fashion) but simply because it seems plausible. This image of the cyborg and others, also more or less plausible, have now come to dominate our postmodern landscape, expressed in literature, film, and the arts, giving rise to rich expressions too broad and numerous to catalog here.
Today, from a vantage point after the Cold War is purportedly over, it is easier to see the outline of cyborg epistemology as it grows out of seeds engineered in World War II and blossoms in Cold War culture. - From this advantageous perspective in 1993, the contest among nations and ideologies that was World War II masked an even more important war between opposing cognitive faiths, with a definite victory for cybernetic fundamentalism. In short, to understand how and why the cyborg has achieved such predominance in the 1990s, such mythological force, we must re-read World War II and the Cold War. In this paper, I hope to show how the Mechanists, the Shapers, and the Lobsters of Sterling's imagination came to be thinkable -- if not inevitable -- versions of the posthuman because of the technologies and epistemologies that won World War II.
The "Atomic Age" vs. the "Cybernetic Age": The Bomb was a Cyborg
What would happen if you asked most contemporary commentators of the period of the late 1940s and the early 1950s: What is the single most important feature of your cultural and political landscape? or, What is the largest threat to civilization? They would undoubtedly reply to both questions, "The Bomb." It is a cliché to say that what determined the politics, much of the imaginative culture, some of the nihilistic philosophy, and certainly the Byzantine dance between the superpowers USSR and /pp. 7-8/ USA, was the threat of detonating the apocalyptic, doomsday device known first as the Atomic Bomb and later as the Nuclear Bomb. This was so true that it is also a cliché to call the Cold War Era the Atomic Age, sometimes striking an upbeat note, ringing within it the gleaming promise of a utopian future, but more often echoing something bleak and foreboding. Certainly, the popular culture of the 1950s and 1960s reflected darker images in hundreds of novels and movies about atomic bombs, monsters created by nuclear fallout, like Godzilla, and parables about post-Nuclear apocalyptic worlds like "On the Beach" and "FailSafe."
I would argue, however, that the politics of the atomic bomb and nuclear weaponry is really a small subset of a much more profound and important movement, one that is now beginning to express itself in its full-blooded manifestation. Furthermore, this movement was at its core an epistemological revolution. Why does the atomic bomb fade as an icon in the 1980s and 1990s, even while nuclear weapons stockpiles increase and proliferate, to be replaced by the computer, the AI, the robot, the cyborg as the most important icon of our generation? The answer, again, is epistemological: the Atomic Bomb was a very explosive technological device, but as such was merely a symptom or manifestation of the very same epistemology that is more fundamentally represented by the cyborg.
David Porush
Rensselaer Polytechnic Institute
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A Black Headed Gull (Larus ridibundus) lands, wings outstretched near the scrape at Two Tree Island, Leigh-on-Sea
Blue Sky Scraping Midtown Manhattan Contrasts - IMRAN™
This single click photo captures the many unique and globally known icons of Manhattan, New York, like the Chrysler Building, and the old PanAm Building, scraping the blue autumn sky, contrasting with the golden shades of Grand Central, next to the Grand Hyatt hotel we stayed at.
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