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A local fishing boat has secured its catch with a trail of seagulls following it. A spotlight from the sun makes it all "pop".
Despite being held securely in this black skimmer's bill, this fish sure looks a little worried about its flight. Or maybe the fish has some other issues. :-)
Probably have to view large to see the "expression" of the fish.
From an APOD text summary
This pretty cosmic cloud lies some 1,500 light-years away, nested securely within the boundaries of the southern constellation Fornax. Recognized as a planetary nebula, it spans about 3 light-years with its shape and colour being reminiscent of a blue robin's egg. NGC 1360 doesn't represent a beginning though. Instead it corresponds to a brief and final phase in the evolution of an aging star. In fact, visible in this image is the central star of NGC 1360 is known to be a binary star system likely consisting of two evolved white dwarf stars, less massive but much hotter than the Sun. Their intense and otherwise invisible ultraviolet radiation has stripped away electrons from the atoms in the surrounding gaseous shroud. The predominant blue-green hue of NGC 1360 seen here is the strong emission produced as electrons recombine with doubly ionized oxygen atoms.
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Information about the image:
Center (RA, Dec):(53.306, -25.872)
Center (RA, hms):03h 33m 13.458s
Center (Dec, dms):-25° 52' 19.140"
Size:43.4 x 28.5 arcmin
Radius:0.433 deg
Pixel scale:0.732 arcsec/pixel
Orientation:Up is 307 degrees E of N
Instrument: Planewave CDK 12.5 | Focal Ratio: F8
Camera: STXL-11000 + AOX | Mount: AP900GTO
Camera Sensitivity: Lum, Red, Green, Blue, Ha, OIII: BIN 1x1
Exposure Details: Total: 62.33 hours | Lum: 36 x 900 sec [hr], Ha: 59 x 1200 sec [hr], OIII: 65 x1200 [hr], RGB 16 x 900sec each [hrs]
Viewing Location: Central Victoria, Australia.
Observatory: ScopeDome 3m
Date: July-December 2020
Software Enhancements: CCDStack2, CCDBand-Aid, PS, Pixinsight
Author: Steven Mohr
I thought that my little secret was safe…After all, who could possibly find out about my little misadventure this early morning….It all started as I forgot to put my clocks forward to British summer time, making me late riser this morning…….…..Having gulped a cup of tea down, and picked up my guitar and raced to the garage……And slid down the side of the car in my tight garage having placed the guitar in a safe out of harms way place first……It was at that time my phone rang with someone asking where I was as I was late……Thus putting me under more pressure to make up time, as I struggled into the car and fired up the engine slammed it into reverse and reversed straight into my safe place…..And despite my revving engine You could plainly hear the strings pinging as they snapped as the guitar was crushed……I quickly gathered up the remains and put them in the boot of the car and rushed off to my meeting, in the secure knowledge that things could have been worse…For considering that all of the CraZyGang were still very much into British winter time and had no intentions of moving into British summer time this cold morning thank goodness, and would not have been awake to see or hear a thing…..Meaning…… I would not have to face any awkward happy questions about the demise of the guitar when I got home……Or so I had thought….For it would seem that Millie has a story to tell!!!!...And tell it she did…...But at least I can console myself in the knowledge that at least Maysie-May and Halo look suitably unhappy to think that they might never hear me play again !!!!!!!!! I mean just look that face of Halo to prove my point...!!!!!!
At Pillar Point Harbor, just north of Half Moon Bay, California. Kind of strange lighting that day made for some interesting conditions, and cool B&W shots.
Clinging to the Invisible God
Can I hope that I am now, in a new area, traveling more securely, and that my commitment to the hermit life will be something more than a comic gesture? Is the whole thing just a fantastic private comedy? I question myself and my whole life very seriously. The real absurdity of it all! The unreality of so much of it. I mean especially the ***unreality*** of years I look back on when, being Master of Students, for example, my job gave an appearance of substance and consistency, but actually I was floating in a kind of void! I think I enjoyed it to a great extent, but, if I had been more fully
aware, I would probably have not been able to cope with it.
In a word, what I see is this: that, while I imagined I was functioning fairly successfully, I was living a sort of patched-up, crazy existence, a series of rather hopeless improvisations, a life of unreality in many ways. Always underlain by a certain solid silence and presence, a Faith, a clinging to the Invisible God. This clinging (or rather God’s holding on to me) has been in the end the only thing that has made sense. The rest has been absurdity. What is more, there is no essential change in sight. I will probably go on like this for the rest of my life. Hear “I” am, this patchwork, this bundle of questions and doubts and obsessions, this gravitation to silence and the woods and to Love. The incoherence!
There is no longer anything to pride myself in, least of all “being a monk” or being anything — a writer or anything.
- Father Thomas Merton
from his Journal “September 5, 1966”
Have a pleasant and peaceful, safe and secure, healthy and wealthy weekend, filled with all the blessings.
God be with us all.
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OK, so it was before 10am on a Sunday morning and not many people about, when I spied this little bike. And I had a good giggle to myself.
But for my photo, I wanted something else going on in the background, and so waited a bit.
Three lots of Muggles wanted to know why I was standing in the rain with a camera near this bike, and when I explained they just looked at me as if I was mad ... which of course I am.
Anyways, I'd rather be mad and smile at simple things like this, than a Muggle who misses the pleasure of the little things in life.
And why B&W ... the first vehichle to come along was a bright red van!
“On the slopes of Prine, a squad of Clone Troopers tries to flank the enemy and gain access to a secret base through the lowly secured terminal.”
Here I am with another Clone Wars era build now situated on the planet of Prine. The planet is known for its large deserts and grasslands for where the Seperatist have found a place to locate a secret base far from the reach of the Republic. The build uses some great angles and minifigure posing which I enjoyed putting in. Utilizing the color Dark Orange also worked out really well to give it apart of the desert terrain.
Be sure to leave your thoughts below and I’ll see you with another MOC soon.
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Asleep of hands...
She lay peacefully content in the comfort of home with the moon and stars glisten and sparkle through her window echoing silk reflections on her curtains in their delicate materials her light enveloping the nights shadows as she slowly drifts to sleep in her visionary dreams where numbers of hands ethereal glowing began to float, echo and recede in sweet harmony above her as if watching over her and slowly floating to her window on the night of silvery moon where light transcends through out time and space to leave feelings of peace and serenity in her visionary dreams where freedom resides.....
I am thinking about the very brave, courageous Israeli people right now and all of the innocent people there who are suffering, l pray for peace to the Israeli people to the world soon.
A message to all women in the world... Freedom resides deep within You!! You are precious, unique individuals !! Freedom of choice and expression is your human right. Sending love and light!!
I am thinking about humanity in art and the struggles many artists woman face in their art/ life. That ,pain we feel suffering real things that empower art the energy that moves resides deep within you that ignites it, We mustn't lose our essence, listen to your inner voice that helps you stay true and be free to express yourself as an artist creator an individual. This is precious!! It is important we stay true....
My heart goes out to the very brave, courageous Ukrainian people and all innocent people who are suffering through this war. l pray for peace and harmony soon to the Ukrainian people to the world. Stay strong !
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苗族
Hmong / Hmub / Xongb / ab Hmaob
m̥oŋ˦˧ / m̥ʰu˧ / ɕoŋ˧˥ / a˥˧m̥ao˥˧
Laced amongst the 1.3 billion people of China, 56 ethnic minority groups make their home in various provinces across the country. One of the largest of these minorities, with a population of over 7 million people, is the Miao people located in the mountainous region of South West China. As the Miao spread out across this region throughout history, numerous tribes evolved out of the main clan and adopted variations on customs and culture. These now distinct tribes became known by the unique characteristics of their clothing and decorations and were named accordingly.
One particular tribe, centred on the village of Longga, is the Changjiao Miao. Changjiao or “Long Horns”, when directly translated, reflects the custom of animal horns being worn as head ornaments by tribe women for special occasions. It was only recently, in 1994, with the building of the highway to Longga, that these beautiful people and their culture have been revealed to the world.
Cloth and costumes are important instruments in shaping the identity of the individual clans or tribes and expressing their unique characteristics. These minority communities weave their histories through these intricate fabrics, reflecting their relationship with the environment and uniqueness of the cultural make-up of the clan.
The application of the carefully combined colours and intricate embroidery to the fabric provides the group with an outlet to express feelings and emotions. Women learn to make batik and embroider from an early age and achieve their social status in this fashion. The girl who can weave and embroider special patterns is seen to be hard working and extraordinarily intelligent and she will become the most sought after bride in the community.
On special occasions and during festivals, the women construct an elaborate headpiece utilizing the clan’s namesake long horn. These horns are first fixed to the women’s real hair, then a highly structured decorative bun of linen, wool and ancestral hair are wrapped in a figure eight around the horn. The hair is then secured to the horn by a geometric white ribbon. This headdress, together with the native costumes, composes the standard attire for festival season.
The Miao celebrate multiple festivals throughout the year. One of the most popular with the youth is the Flower Dancing Festival between the 4th and 14th day of the first lunar month. This time of year is dedicated to the single youngsters in the community in order to gather and look for their life long partners. The girls ascend on the village in groups where they dance and sing in antiphonal style entertaining the boys from other villages. Once a boy and a girl become attracted to each other, a presentation of gifts signals the engagement.
Getting to the actual marriage is a much more elaborate affair, with the groom’s family having to convince the bride’s that he is worthy and will provide for her in the years to come. Endless proposals follow endless refusals and months of bargaining ensue. Finally, when the girl’s family is happy with the betrothal gifts, they are free to get married or if an agreement is not met, the groom’s family may signal the couple to run off and elope.
Unlike western society, divorce does not involve drawn out court battles and asset wars. If a couple falls out of love, they need only give notice to the tribal seniors and are then seen as “on the market” again.
We set up in a field 100+ yards away from the nest and waited...it was spectacular to watch them enter and exit through these criss crossed branches. Both of them came and left the same way. Fascinating!
Hmmmm, not sure which was the intended topic by the owner of Gold Point, Nevada. Was it the bedframe, the miner equipment above the porch roof, the bordello sign or the traffic signs? My intended topic is the boring bench on the porch.
Happy Bench Monday!
BTW, much of Goldpoint is owned by Herb Robbins who demands a "donation" for the privilege of viewing the relics he scavenges from nearby abandoned mining outposts. Herb explained the "donation" is designed to allow him to avoid paying taxes on his income. The more you pay, the more you get to see. Wilbur and I only paid $10.00 each so most of the buildings remained securely locked during our visit.
Goldpoint seems like a rusting theme park. None-the-less it is a fun place to visit if you are in the vicinity, as long as you are unconcerned with authenticity. And bring plenty of cash.
Explored.