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In Selside , the Yorkshire Dales
Selside Railway Station is long gone, only the sign survives from the signal box to adorn this house
Ruth Weiss gehört zu den letzten Überlebenden, die dem Naziterror in Deutschland entkamen. Ein Leben lang beschreibt sie die Mechanismen, die jeden Menschen mitverantwortlich machen für Krieg und staatlich betriebene Unterdrückung und Mord. Eine Stimme gegen Hass säende Autokraten.
Portrait entstand bei einem Gespräch vor 160 Zuhörern am
29.01.2023 im Museum für Verfolgte Künste, Gräfrath, Solingen
Photography and visual serendipity, an experience when it happens, you just marvel. I marvel often. I knew this was the stream Gary Fjellgaard must have been crooning about in his prairie song "She Can Survive" that swings aimlessly and then takes you back home again. But somethings missing.
I could surely plant a beautiful horse alongside the barn in CS4, but wait one galloping moment…..look at this horse strolling into the scene. I'll just roll with the tide, or gentle trickle.
"She Can Survive"….Gary Fjellgaard, Time and Innocence
This is my stream, I followed it so faithfully
This is my stream, I know it will survive
And through the years, it seemed to flow so aimlessly
And gently turned and took me home
This is my stream, I know it will survive
*Textures courtesy of cleanzor, and skeletal mess
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Despite being a substantial village before the Norman Conquest, the description of Alwalton in the Doomsday Book makes no mention of a church. However, they were certain that there was a church a century later because the earliest parts of the present building date back from 1170 and were clearly the extension of an existing building.
This 1170 work (the first two bays of the north aisle with their solid piers, round arches and skilfully carved leaf volute capitals) is not only the most ancient part of the church, it is also the most beautiful.
During the early 13th century the church was considerably extended. The tower was built and the nave lengthened by the insertion of an extra bay at the west end and widened by adding a south aisle. It seems likely that the wonderful carving around the west door was also carried out at this time but it could have been earlier, having been moved from another part of the church.
With the completion of the 13th century work the church became much as we see it today, except for the transepts and chancel. But things might have been very different if plans to rebuild the church around 1300 had been successful. At that time work began on the construction of a central tower along with a high vaulted chancel and vaulted transept. Inexplicably, after about 30 years, the work ceased. The partly completed tower was taken down and only the chancel and transepts remain from this grandiose plan.
During the next 500 years there was only one major alteration and this took place during the 15th century. The nave walls were raised to form a clearstory and the church was re-roofed. Adding the clearstory involved building new arches at the crossing and it was at this time that the 13th century vaulting in the chancel and transepts was destroyed. Traces of the vaulting can still be seen on several walls but we can only imagine how splendid the building would now be if this magnificent ceiling had survived.
By the middle of the 19th century the church had fallen in to a sorry state and extensive repairs were begun in 1840
Today I'm starting a winter wildlife photo set, all mammals. The species that can survive our northern prairie winters are relatively few, and not many of them are birds. Some of the mammals - prairie dogs, ground squirrels - go underground to sleep away the winter. Others, including badgers, become torpid in their dens to save energy. As I'm not going to try crawling into a badger's den, we'll just be looking at a few species that remain active throughout the winter.
What may surprise some who follow my "stream" is that most of the dozen images, including this, were obtained on foot, not from the rolling red Toyota blind. I lay flat on the snow to photograph this Nuttall's Cottontail, and it went about its grooming without seeming disturbed. That is the key. To learn how to spend time with animals while not appearing threatening in any way.
Even though I have hundreds or even thousands of shots of these critters, every encounter was a thrill for me - a moment when whatever I tried... worked. There's no better feeling.
Photographed in Grasslands National Park, Saskatchewan (Canada). Don't use this image on websites, blogs, or other media without explicit permission ©2023 James R. Page - all rights reserved.
Canon Eos 6D, Canon EF 24-70mm f/2.8L II USM
Mehr Bilder findest du hier/ More pictures can be found here
Funny that a pair of really nice shoes make us feel good in our heads - at the extreme opposite end of our bodies.
I Will Survive – André Rieu & Dorona Alberti
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y6rbE4Z7P_s
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Wintery conditions, snow, freezing temperatures: No problem for some plants, as for the bamboo shown in the picture.
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Staldzene – an old fishing village with some homesteads surviving from the 19th century, lies to the North of Ventspils on the way to the Kolka point. Here fishermen can still be seen going out to sea, and on calm evenings the scent of dry-cured Baltic plaice wafts through the air.
Staldzene is popular with both townsfolk and tourists alike for its walking paths, swimming beach and its dramatic steep coastline. Staldzene steep coast is the highest in Latvia.
It is a typical abrasive-type coastline 4 to 8 m high, where deposits of various stages of the Baltic Sea development are exposed for approximately 400 m.
As a result of the erosion of the sea, the steep coast is washed away. Based on marine coastline monitoring data, the annual deviation of the coast is estimated at 1 m, because of which the area of the natural monument is reduced and is currently about 6 ha. Therefore, this outcrop has a limited lifetime, reports the information source of the Specially protected nature territory of Ventspils City. Its height has also decreased in the last decade. In the 70s of the last century, the height of the steep coast reached 12 m. Washing away of the steep coast is determined by the combination of several factors, including specific meteorological conditions – wind speed and direction, air temperature, sea level height, currents, waves, ice formation, etc. The Ventspils Port Piers and the deep fairway channel still have a significant impact, which completely stops the natural movement of sediments past the port to the north.
Staldzene steep coastline contains protected habitats of European and Latvian importance: wooded seaside dunes, boreal forests, calcareous sand meadows and gray dunes covered with herbaceous plants. There are also 8 specially protected plant species in the territory of the nature monument. Some plants are found only in Ventspils and Pape area in Latvia.
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Il meraviglioso e ormai quasi estinto Colobo rosso, che vive solo a Zanzibar.
Alcune informazioni su questo splendido animale.
A differenza del leopardo, il colobo rosso (Piliocolobus kirkii) fortunatamente è scampato alla pesante riduzione dell’habitat naturale ed alla caccia senza controllo ed oggi è la specie bandiera di Zanzibar.
Il nome lo deve principalmente al colore del suo mantello, rosso appunto, attraversato da una striscia nera che fa da cornice ad un simpatico muso anch’esso nero che si alterna ad un ventre pallido. Le lunghe braccia e zampe si associano ad una lunga coda che fa da bilanciere permettendo lunghi salti tra un albero e l’altro.
Il colobo è un animale sociale che vive in gruppi formati da diversi esemplari maschi circondati da numerose femmine e cuccioli.
Il carattere mite permette la visione ravvicinata da parte dell’uomo che tuttavia deve ridurre al massimo l’impatto della sua presenza riducendo i rumori ed evitando il contatto diretto.
Descrizione dal sito:
www.keeptheplanet.org/scimmie-rosse-zanzibar/
foto scattata da me, Jozani Forest National park, Zanzibar
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Took a trip to Southern Roots, surprisingly it was my first trip and I absolutely loved it. I'm really grateful that he let me drive! Can you see how excited he was for me to be driving too?
Take your trip here: Southern Roots.
:::::♪♫::::Play:::::::::::: I will survive-Gloria Gaynor ::::::::
Dedicated to Zpanish Zcorpio ;)
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The color version of the photo above is here: www.lacerta-bilineata.com/ticino-best-photos-of-southern-...
THE STORY BEHIND THE PHOTO:
So far there's only been one photo in my gallery that hasn't been taken in my garden ('The Flame Rider', captured in the Maggia Valley: www.flickr.com/photos/191055893@N07/53563448847/in/datepo... ) - which makes the image above the second time I've "strayed from the path" (although not very far, since the photo was taken only approximately 500 meters from my house).
Overall, I'll stick to my "only-garden rule", but every once in a while I'll show you a little bit of the landscape around my village, because I think it will give you a better sense of just how fascinating this region is, and also of its history.
The title I chose for the photo may seem cheesy, and it's certainly not very original, but I couldn't think of another one, because it's an honest reflection of what I felt when I took it: a profound sense of peace - although if you make it to the end of this text you'll realize my relationship with that word is a bit more complicated.
I got up early that day; it was a beautiful spring morning, and there was still a bit of mist in the valley below my village which I hoped would make for a few nice mood shots, so I quickly grabbed my camera and went down there before the rising sun could dissolve the magical layer on the scenery.
Most human activity hadn't started yet, and I was engulfed in the sounds of the forest as I was walking the narrow trail along the horse pasture; it seemed every little creature around me wanted to make its presence known to potential mates (or rivals) in a myriad of sounds and voices and noises (in case you're interested, here's a taste of what I usually wake up to in spring, but you best use headphones: www.youtube.com/watch?v=AfoCTqdAVCE )
Strolling through such an idyllic landscape next to grazing horses and surrounded by birdsong and beautiful trees, I guess it's kind of obvious one would feel the way I described above and choose the title I did, but as I looked at the old stone buildings - the cattle shelter you can see in the foreground and the stable further up ahead on the right - I also realized how fortunate I was.
It's hard to imagine now, because Switzerland is one of the wealthiest countries in the world today, but the men and women who had carried these stones and constructed the walls of these buildings were among the poorest in Europe. The hardships the people in some of the remote and little developed valleys in Ticino endured only a few generations ago are unimaginable to most folks living in my country today.
It wasn't uncommon that people had to sell their own kids as child slaves - the girls had to work in factories or in rice fields, the boys as "living chimney brushes" in northern Italy - just because there wasn't enough food to support the whole family through the harsh Ticino winters.
If you wonder why contemporary Swiss historians speak of "slaves" as opposed to child laborers, it's because that's what many of them actually were: auctioned off for a negotiable prize at the local market, once sold, these kids were not payed and in many cases not even fed by their masters (they had to beg for food in the streets or steal it).
Translated from German Wikipedia: ...The Piazza grande in Locarno, where the Locarno Film Festival is held today, was one of the places where orphans, foundlings and children from poor families were auctioned off. The boys were sold as chimney sweeps, the girls ended up in the textile industry, in tobacco processing in Brissago or in the rice fields of Novara, which was also extremely hard work: the girls had to stand bent over in the water for twelve to fourteen hours in all weathers. The last verse of the Italian folk song 'Amore mio non piangere' reads: “Mamma, papà, non piangere, se sono consumata, è stata la risaia che mi ha rovinata” (Mom, dad, don't cry when I'm used up, it was the rice field that destroyed me.)... de.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kaminfegerkinder
The conditions for the chimney sweeps - usually boys between the age of 8 and 12 (or younger, because they had to be small enough to be able to crawl into the chimneys) - were so catastrophic that many of them didn't survive; they died of starvation, cold or soot in their lungs - as well as of work-related accidents like breaking their necks when they fell, or suffocatig if they got stuck in inside a chimney. This practice of "child slavery" went on as late as the 1950s (there's a very short article in English on the topic here: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Spazzacamini and a more in depth account for German speakers in this brief clip: www.youtube.com/watch?v=gda8vZp_zsc ).
Now I don't know if the people who built the old stone houses along my path had to sell any of their kids, but looking at the remnants of their (not so distant) era I felt an immense sense of gratitude that I was born at a time of prosperity - and peace - in my region, my country and my home. Because none of it was my doing: it was simple luck that decided when and where I came into this world.
It also made me think of my own family. Both of my grandparents on my father's side grew up in Ticino (they were both born in 1900), but while they eventually left Switzerland's poorest region to live in its richest, the Kanton of Zurich, my grandfather's parents relocated to northern Italy in the 1920s and unfortunately were still there when WWII broke out.
They lost everything during the war, and it was their youngest daughter - whom I only knew as "Zia" which means "aunt" in Italian - who earned a little money to support herself and my great-grandparents by giving piano lessons to high-ranking Nazi officers and their kids (this was towards the end of the war when German forces had occupied Italy).
I never knew that about her; Zia only very rarely spoke of the war, but one time when I visited her when she was already over a 100 years old (she died at close to 104), I asked her how they had managed to survive, and she told me that she went to the local prefecture nearly every day to teach piano. "And on the way there would be the dangling ones" she said, with a shudder.
I didn't get what she meant, so she explained. Visiting the city center where the high ranking military resided meant she had to walk underneath the executed men and women who were hanging from the lantern posts along the road (these executions - often of civilians - were the Germans' retaliations for attacks by the Italian partisans).
I never forgot her words - nor could I shake the look on her face as she re-lived this memory. And I still can't grasp it; my house in Ticino is only 60 meters from the Italian border, and the idea that there was a brutal war going on three houses down the road from where I live now in Zia's lifetime strikes me as completely surreal.
So, back to my title for the photo above. "Peace". It's such a simple, short word, isn't it? And we use it - or its cousin "peaceful" - quite often when we mean nice and quiet or stress-free. But if I'm honest I don't think I know what it means. My grandaunt Zia did, but I can't know. And I honestly hope I never will.
I'm sorry I led you down such a dark road; I usually intend to make people smile with the anecdotes that go with my photos, but this one demanded a different approach (I guess with this latest image I've strayed from the path in more than one sense, and I hope you'll forgive me).
Ticino today is the region with the second highest average life expectancy in Europe (85.2 years), and "The Human Development Index" of 0.961 in 2021 was one of the highest found anywhere in the world, and northern Italy isn't far behind. But my neighbors, many of whom are now in their 90s, remember well it wasn't always so.
That a region so poor it must have felt like purgatory to many of its inhabitants could turn into something as close to paradise on Earth as I can imagine in a person's lifetime should make us all very hopeful. But, and this is the sad part, it also works the other way 'round. And I believe we'd do well to remember that, too.
To all of you - with my usual tardiness but from the bottom of my heart - a happy, healthy, hopeful 2025 and beyond.
Judging from how many successful fishing episodes this one-eyed eagle had, it’s likely she was feeding young. An eagle blind in her right eye, presumably this one, has been reported for a number of years at Conowingo Dam. I’m guessing she is a year-round resident with a nest nearby.
This church dates to the 17th century and stands on the site of a Pre-Reformation original. It was a T-plan building but now only the west gable survives. It is located north of Aberdeen, close to the coast, in open, rolling countryside.
The church is mentioned in records in 1157, when it was confirmed to the bishop of Aberdeen. By 1256 the church was a prebend of the cathedral of Aberdeen. The church was replaced by the current parish church in 1878 (see site Belhelvie North Parish Church).
Exterior Description
The church was built from roughly-coursed granite rubble, with slightly better quality granite blocks in the surviving south section of south wall. The west gable, which is complete, has a rectangular door at ground level with a rectangular window above at gallery level. There is a blocked rectangular window to the south of the door. On the apex of the gable is a tall, rectangular bellcote with ashlar masonry (so-called 'birdcage' type). It is dated 1762. Only a fragment of a stone finial survives. The 1633 bell was stolen in 1966. Only a very small section of the north and south walls survive at the west end, as well as a fragment of the south aisle (which formed the T-plan).
Tofu hides behind the fading hydrangea and waits for the end of the heatwave. He is smart enough to return indoors when it really gets too hot, though. We will reach the peak of the current heatwave in the next days and then it will hopefully get slightly cooler.
This tree is the epitome of the will to survive. Otherwise gone including bark and leaves, this old tree still hangs on to a couple of branches that have some life left in them.
There was a massive drought on my recent trip to Botswana that resulted in harsh conditions like those seen here where virtually nothing was green.
While it made life tough, it did bring elephants to the river late in the day. This created opportunities like those seen here.
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One of seven surviving city gates in Kaliningrad, the former city of Königsberg. The Brandenburg Gate is the only gate of the still existing gates of Kaliningrad that performs its original transport function. The structure has been restored and is protected by the state as an architectural monument.
In 1942 the Nazi mayor of Frankfurt ordered the distruction of the old Jewish cemetery. Some headstones survived.
I was checking out our courtyard garden to see what I could feature today and I was glad we still had on Clematis flower. I hope you like it.
I had the opportunity to spend some time with this young elephant in the Samburu National Reserve in Kenya. It was curious but comfortable with our presence.
The area was extremely dry on my visit as you can see indicated in the foreground of the image. It was in the midst of a multi-year drought that was putting tremendous pressure on the land and its inhabitants.
The future of the area is very much uncertain with the worsening impacts of the climate crisis.
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Not just in our bathroom (where this orchid is growing) but flowers in general. They survived the great extinction event around 65 million years ago, together with insects, avian dinosaurs (birds), mammals (in the end, us) and many others. In the geological history of our planet we had at least five major extinction events. Devastating were they all and, yet, the surviving species got another chance. So far, life in general has always found a way, but the life line of individual species, as far as we can see, turned out to be limited. Fuji X-Pro1 plus Samyang telephoto lens.