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Shelter From The Storm

Lyrics by Bob Dylan

 

It was in another lifetime one of toil and blood

When blackness was a virtue and the road was full of mud

I came in from the wilderness a creature void of form

"Come in" she said

"I'll give you shelter from the storm".

 

And if I pass this way again you can rest assured

I'll always do my best for her on that I give my word

In a world of steel-eyed death and men who are fighting to be warm

"Come in" she said

"I'll give you shelter from the storm".

 

Not a word was spoke between us there was little risk involved

Everything up to that point had been left unresolved

Try imagining a place where it's always safe and warm

"Come in" she said

"I'll give you shelter from the storm".

 

I was burned out from exhaustion buried in the hail

Poisoned in the bushes and blown out on the trail

Hunted like a crocodile ravaged in the corn

"Come in" she said

"I'll give you shelter from the storm".

 

Suddenly I turned around and she was standing there

With silver bracelets on her wrists and flowers in her hair

She walked up to me so gracefully and took my crown of thorns

"Come in" she said

"I'll give you shelter from the storm".

 

Now there's a wall between us something there's been lost

I took too much for granted got my signals crossed

Just to think that it all began on a long-forgotten morn

"Come in" she said

"I'll give you shelter from the storm".

 

Well the deputy walks on hard nails and the preacher rides a mount

But nothing really matters much it's doom alone that counts

And the one-eyed undertaker he blows a futile horn

"Come in" she said

"I'll give you shelter from the storm".

I've heard newborn babies wailing like a mourning dove

And old men with broken teeth stranded without love

Do I understand your question man is it hopeless and forlorn

"Come in" she said

"I'll give you shelter from the storm".

 

In a little hilltop village they gambled for my clothes

I bargained for salvation and they gave me a lethal dose

I offered up my innocence and got repaid with scorn

"Come in" she said

"I'll give you shelter from the storm".

 

Well I'm living in a foreign country but I'm bound to cross the line

Beauty walks a razor's edge someday I'll make it mine

If I could only turn back the clock to when God and her were born

"Come in" she said

"I'll give you shelter from the storm".

 

Until I really dealt with a lot of demons in my life — the fear, and self doubt, and unresolved issues with my old man — I could never feel fulfilled and happy. I would wake up in the morning and feel bad.

 

— David Cassidy

(Junco hyemalis hyemalis) Munson Meadows, Kelowna, BC. soty17

From Wikipedia: More than most of us will ever want to know....

 

Subspecies

Either 14 or 15 subspecies are recognized These subspecies are grouped in two or three large or polytypic groups and three or four small or monotypic ones, all depending on the authority. These groups were formerly considered separate species, but they interbreed extensively in areas of contact. Birders trying to identify subspecies are advised to consult detailed identification references.

 

Slate-colored group

Slate-colored dark-eyed junco (J. h. hyemalis)

Slate-colored dark-eyed junco (J. h. hyemalis) - Alaska, across Canada from Newfoundland & Labrador to British Columbia, northeast U.S. from Massachusetts to Minnesota, northwest Mexico from Baja California to Chihuahua, & Gulf Coast states

Carolina dark-eyed junco (J. h. carolinensis) - Appalachian Mountains from northwest West Virgina & western Maryland south to northern Georgia

Cassiar dark-eyed junco (J. h. cismontanus; possibly a slate-colored dark-eyed junco (J. h. hyemalis) x Oregon dark-eyed junco (J. h. oreganus) hybrid - Yukon, British Columbia, & Alberta south through Great Plains down toward north-central Mexico

These two or three subspecies have dark slate-gray heads, breasts and upperparts. Females are brownish-gray, sometimes with reddish-brown flanks.[10] They breed in the North American boreal forests from Alaska to Newfoundland and south to the Appalachian Mountains, wintering throughout most of the United States. They are relatively common across their range.

 

White-winged group

white-winged dark-eyed junco (J. h. aikeni)

This subspecies has a medium-gray head, breast, and upperparts with white wing bars. Females are washed brownish. It has more white in the tail than the other 14 subspecies. It is a common endemic breeder in the Black Hills of South Dakota, Wyoming, Nebraska, and Montana, and winters south to northeastern New Mexico.

 

Oregon or brown-backed group

Oregon/brown-backed group dark-eyed junco (may be any one of eight subspecies )

• Montana dark-eyed junco (J. h. montanus) - Interior British Columbia, Alberta, eastern Washington, northeast Oregon, Idaho, Montana, & Wyoming

• Nevada dark-eyed junco (J. h. mutabilis) - Great Basin

• Oregon dark-eyed junco (J. h. oreganus) - Coastal southeast Alaska to central British Columbia

• Point Pinos dark-eyed junco (J. h. pinosus) - Coastal California (Santa Barbara to Del Norte County)

• Laguna Hanson dark-eyed junco (J. h. pontilis) - Mountains of northern Baja California (Sierra Juarez)

• Shufeldt's dark-eyed junco (J. h. shufeldti) - West slopes of coastal mountains from western Oregon to southwest British Columbia

• Thurber's dark-eyed junco (J. h. thurberi) - Interior California (San Bernardino to Modoc County)

• Townsend's dark-eyed junco (J. h. townsendi) - Mountains of northern Baja California (San Pedro Martir)

 

These eight subspecies have blackish-gray heads and breasts with brown backs and wings and reddish flanks, tending toward duller and paler plumage in the inland and southern parts of its range.

Oregon dark-eyed juncos are also less commonly known as brown-backed dark-eyed juncos. This is the most common subspecies group in the West, breeding in the Pacific Coast Ranges from southeastern Alaska to extreme northern Baja California and wintering to the Great Plains and northern Sonora. An unresolved debate exists as to whether this large and distinct subspecies group is actually a separate species with eight (or nine, see below) subspecies of its own.[citation needed]

 

Pink-sided dark-eyed junco (J. h. mearnsi)

Pink-sided group

pink-sided dark-eyed junco (J. h. mearnsi)

Sometimes considered a ninth subspecies in the Oregon/brown-backed group, this subspecies has a lighter gray head and breast than the eight Oregon/brown-backed dark-eyed juncos, with contrasting dark lores. The back and wings are brown. It has a pinkish-cinnamon color that is richer and covers more of the flanks and breast than in the eight Oregon/brown-backed dark-eyed juncos. It breeds in the northern Rocky Mountains from southern Alberta to eastern Idaho and western Wyoming and winters in central Idaho and nearby Montana and from southwestern South Dakota, southern Wyoming, and northern Utah to northern Sonora and Chihuahua.

 

Gray-headed dark-eyed junco (J. h. caniceps)

Gray-headed group

gray-headed dark-eyed junco (J. h. caniceps)

This subspecies is essentially rather light gray on top with a rusty back. It breeds in the southern Rocky Mountains from Colorado to central Arizona and New Mexico, and winters into northern Mexico.

 

Red-backed group

red-backed dark-eyed junco (J. h. dorsalis)

Sometimes included with the gray-headed dark-eyed junco proper as part of the gray-headed group, this subspecies differs from it in having a more silvery bill[11] with a dark-colored upper mandible and a light-colored lower mandible, a variable amount of rust on the wings, and pale underparts. This makes it similar to the yellow-eyed junco (Junco phaeonotus), except for the dark eyes. It is found in the southern mountains of Arizona and New Mexico. It does not overlap with the yellow-eyed junco in its breeding range.

St Aidan's is a 400-hectare (990-acre) Country Park between Leeds and Castleford in West Yorkshire, England. The land was formerly an opencast coal mining area.

 

The Country Park opened to the public in May 2013 under the care of the Royal Society for the Protection of Birds (RSPB). The car park and visitor centre were subsequently closed in July 2013 due to unresolved land issues. With the successful transfer of St Aidan's to Leeds City Council, a 99-year lease was signed from the council to the RSPB in March 2017. The site is now open and functioning as an RSPB reserve.

 

It is a brilliant reserve with 4 waymarked loops of approx. 1.1, 1.7, 2.0 & 3 miles long so you can do as much or as little as you wish. Or merely sit outside the visitors centre & enjoy a coffee!

Kiev I 2013 I Self

 

Wenn der kleine Mozart morgens nicht aufstehen wollte, ging sein Vater an den Flügel und spielte eine Tonleiter.

Dabei ließ er den letzten Ton weg, und der kleine Mozart konnte die Unvollständigkeit der Musik nicht ertragen,

sprang er aus seinem Bett und vollendete die Tonleiter.

 

Ich fühle mich wie Mozart.

Dieser rostige Nachgeschmack der Unabgeschlossenheit.

Dieses aufwühlende Gefühl, fragmentarisch und ungelöst wie ein verworrener Knoten.

Irgendwie fehlt der letzte Ton meiner Tonleiter.

  

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If little Mozart not wanted to get up in the morning, his father went to the piano and played a scale.

He left out the last note, and little Mozart could not bear the incompleteness of the music,

so he jumped out of his bed and completed the scale.

 

I feel like Mozart.

This rusty aftertaste of incompleteness.

This disturbing feeling, fragmented and unresolved as a confused knot.

Somehow missing the last note of my scale.

Reconstruction of the bronze statue from the Quirinal in Rome of the so-called Terme Boxer. Chroma exhibit at the Met Museum

 

The two original Greek bronze statues reconstructed here were discovered on the Quirinal Hill of Rome in 1885 near the ancient Baths of Constantine and are now on display in the Palazzo Massimo alle Terme in Rome.

 

The figures’ identification and relationship to one another remains unresolved. One line of interpretation suggests that an important adventure from the Jason and the Argonaut saga is represented: the standing Polydeukes, son of Zeus, has defeated Amykos, son of Poseidon, in a boxing match and now urges him to refrain from murdering strangers with his deadly knuckles. Both statues display the swollen ears of a fighter.

In 1911, Takenoshin Nakai (1882-1952) described this pretty purple Cranesbill from Korea in The Botanical Magazine, Tokyo. But until the present its name is listed in the WCSP (World Checklist of Selected Plant Families, administered by the famed Kew Gardens), as 'unresolved'. I'm not sure why but it may be that there isn't a good herbarium exemplar; in any case, the data on it were supplied to The Plant List in 2012. The Hortus Botanicus here in Amsterdam designates it as Geranium koraiense Nakai.

Looking at this pretty flower, I was especially struck by it's fine 'nectar lines' - as my High School science teacher called them - which, I understand, today must be called 'floral guides'. That's because they 'lead' insects not only to the well-spring of nectar itself but also to stalked pollen. Thinking about this I was led back to 1793 to read Christian Konrad Sprengel's (1750-1816) Das Entdeckte Geheimnis der Natur im Bau und der Befruchtung der Blumen (how grateful I am to books on-line on the internet!). He's the first to discuss those 'floral guides' (he calls them 'Saft-male'). Great Charles Darwin, among others, followed Sprengel's cue and there's today a large literature on the subject. Among the many things I learned is that these flower markings show up strongly under UV-light, and that this enhances Insects' maps to their nutrients

crackin unresolved opinion: temple or castle

HE BURGHEAD WELL has presented an unresolved archaeological problem since it was cleared out in 1809. It is not known by whom, when or why this remarkable monument was cut out of the living rock. The ancient work of the Well is all rock-hewn. It consists of a flight of steps leading down to a chamber, within which is sunk a tank fed by springs. The work is unique in Scotland. It may be described as a well, though the monumental character of the work shows that it was not made for the simple purpose of drawing water. Some ceremonial significance, religious or secular, is suggested and it is almost certainly of Dark Age date.

 

“Scotland is like a wet pebble, with the colours brought out by the rain.”

Millais Millais’s affection for the Highlands of Perthshire was most brilliantly expressed in a series of twenty-one large-scale landscapes that he painted outdoors from 1870 to 1892. Twelve are displayed here, the largest ever gathering. He would spend autumns in leased accommodation near Dunkeld and Birnam.

 

The landscapes he painted there represent a kind of

www.flickr.com/groups/millais/discuss/72157603743700835/r... from the demands of art and society in London, the same kind of escape that hunting and fishing throughout Scotland would also provide. The results are works that access the picturesque traditions of landscape and the English examples of Constable and Turner, only to reject them through level tones, broad expanses, rushing perspective, a bleak beauty usually absent of history and, in many cases, of human presence. For Millais, autumn was a distinctive time, particularly vivid and teeming with life. These paintings represent new approaches to landscape: through poetic references, novel compositions, celebrations of autumnal scenery and light, and unresolved narratives.

 

From Tate Britain show Millais 2007

 

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That quiet moment when becoming feels heavier than staying the same.

 

There is a moment in adolescence where silence becomes louder than words.

Where thoughts pile up behind the eyes, and the world feels too heavy to answer all at once.

 

This portrait is about that in-between space, caught between who you were and who you are becoming. The hands aren’t hiding the face as much as they are holding everything together. The gaze remains steady, searching, unresolved. Not defeated, just listening.

 

Growing up is rarely loud or dramatic. More often, it is internal. A quiet negotiation with doubt, expectation, and identity. This image lives in that pause, where strength hasn’t fully formed yet, but neither has surrender.

A Felicidade

 

Passamos à vida em busca da felicidade.

 

Procurando o tesouro escondido.

 

E, assim, uns fogem de casa para serem felizes.

 

Outros fogem para casa em busca da felicidade.

 

Uns se casam pensando em serem felizes.

 

Outros se divorciam para serem felizes.

 

Uns desejam viver sozinhos para serem felizes.

 

Outros desejam possuir uma grande família a fim de serem felizes.

 

Uns fazem viagens caríssimas buscando serem felizes.

 

Outros trabalham além do normal buscando a felicidade.

 

Uns desejam ser profissionais liberais para comandar a sua própria

Vida e poder ser felizes.

 

Outros desejam ser empregados para ter a certeza do salário no final

Do mês e, assim, poderem ser felizes.

 

Outros, ainda, desejam trabalhar por comissão, assegurando que o seu.

Esforço se transforme em melhor remuneração e assim serem felizes.

 

A uma busca infinita.

 

Anos desperdiçados.

 

Nunca a lua está ao alcance da mão.

 

Nunca o fruto está maduro.

 

Nunca o carinho recebido é suficiente.

 

Mas, há uma forma melhor de viver!

 

A partir do momento em que decidirmos ser feliz, nossa busca da.

Felicidade chegou ao fim.

 

Ao que percebemos que a felicidade não está na:

Riqueza material,

Na casa nova,

No carro novo,

Naquela carreira,

Naquela pessoa.

 

E jamais está a venda.

 

Quando não conseguimos achar satisfação dentro de nós mesmos, é.

Inútil procurar em outra parte.

 

Sempre que dependemos de fatores externos para ter alegria, estamos.

Fadados a decepção.

 

A felicidade não se encontra nas coisas exteriores.

 

A felicidade consiste na satisfação com o que temos e com o que não

Temos.

 

Poucas coisas são necessárias para fazer o homem sábio feliz, ao.

Mesmo tempo em que nenhuma fortuna satisfaz a um inconformado.

 

As necessidades de cada um de não são poucas.

 

Enquanto nós tivermos algo a

Fazer,

Alguém para amar,

Alguma coisa para esperar,

Seremos felizes.

 

Tenhamos certeza:

 

A única fonte de felicidade está dentro de nós, e deve ser.

Repartida.

 

Repartir nossas alegrias e como espalhar perfumes sobre os outros:

 

Sempre algumas gotas acabam caindo sobre nós mesmos.

 

Se chover, seja feliz com a chuva que molha os campos, varre as ruas e

Limpa a atmosfera.

 

Se fizer sol, aproveite o calor.

 

Se houver flores em seu jardim, aproveite o perfume.

 

Se tudo estiver seco,

Aproveite para colocar as mãos na terra,

Plantar sementes e

Aguardar a floração.

  

The Happiness we pass to the life in search of the happiness. Looking the hidden treasure. E, thus, some run away from house to be happy. Others run away for house in search of the happiness. Some are married thinking about being happy. Others are divorced to be happy. Some desire to live alone to be happy. Others desire to possess a great family in order to be happy. Some make trips expensively searching to be happy. Others work beyond the normal one searching the happiness. Some desire to be professional liberal to command its proper Life and power to be happy. Others desire to be used to have the certainty of wage at the end of the month e, thus, to be able to be happy. Others, still, desire to work on commission, assuring that its. Effort if transforms into better remuneration and thus to be happy. To an infinite search. Wasted years. The moon never is to the reach of the hand. The fruit is never mature. The received affection is never enough. But, it has a better form of living! From the moment where to decide to be happy, our search of. Happiness arrived at the end. What we perceive that the happiness is not in: Material wealth, in the new house, the new car, that career, that person. E never is selling. When we do not obtain to find satisfaction of we ourselves inside, is. Useless to look for in another part. Whenever we depend on external factors to have joy, we are. Predestined the disillusionment. The happiness does not meet in the exterior things. The happiness consists of the satisfaction with what we have and what we do not have. Few things are necessary to make the happy wise man, to. Exactly time where no richness satisfies to an unresolved matter. The necessities of each one of are not few. While we will have something to do, somebody to love, some thing to wait, we will be happy. Let us be certain: The only source of happiness is inside of us, and must be. Distributed. To distribute our joys and as to spread perfumes on the others: Some drops always finish falling on us ourselves. If to rain, either happy with the rain that wets the fields, sweeps the streets and Clean the atmosphere. If to make sun, uses to advantage the heat. If it will have flowers in its garden, uses to advantage the perfume. If everything will be dry, Uses to advantage to place the hands in the land, to plant seeds and to wait the budding.

The moai or Easter Island heads or Easter Island statues, represent the most important pieces of Rapa Nui art and they have become its trademark. However, in spite of their abundance, there are around 600 moai distributed throughout the whole island and 397 are in the Rano Raraku quarry, there are still plenty of unanswered questions regarding these stone giants.

 

Even though oral tradition states that it was Hotu Matu’a, or the seven explorers that reached the island before him, who brought the first Moai to the island, the most accepted theory is that it was the first Polynesian villagers who started sculpting stone once they were settled.

 

These stone giants were created by the Rapa Nui to represent their ancestors or past rulers, who after dying had the ability to extend their mana (spiritual power) over the tribe to protect it.

 

The Easter Island statues were at first sculpted out of basalt, trachyte and red scoria, but the preference soon switched to volcanic rock from the Rano Raraku quarry. At first the moais were small, with wide heads and short ears, but little by little the styling was changed to include long torsos and rectangular heads with long noses, thin lips and long ears, who’s imagine is so characteristic. Also, with the passing of time the sculptures increased in size to proportions that, it is believed, would have been impossible to transport.

 

The master carvers sculpted the stone with basalt or obsidian chisels and it’s calculated that a team of carvers could take 2 years in finishing a big moai. First, the front side was carved with all of the details except the eye sockets. Then, the back was chiseled to dislodge the stone statue from the main rock, stand it upright with the help of ropes and place it in the previously prepared pits.

 

Once upright, the sculpting was completed and the Moai was ready to take one of the four “Moai paths” that would lead it to the ahu (altar) it was destined for. Though many theories have been stipulated, the transport of the Moai is still the biggest unresolved mystery of Easter Island.

 

Once the Moai was set up in its ahu, the eye sockets were sculpted and, in a ceremonious ritual, the eyes made from white coral and red scoria were placed; from this moment on it was considered that the Moai’s mana could project over the tribe. Finally, an enormous red scoria cylinder called pukao was placed on top of its head. The meaning of the pukao is ambiguous, on one hand it is believed to have represented the tribe’s hierarchy and on the other to have symbolized the long hair that the islanders used to wear up in a bun.

 

The average height of a Moai is 4 meters. However, on the northern coast of the island one has been found that measures up to 10 meters and has an approximate weight of 82 tons. Also in the quarry, still attached to the rock, is the biggest Moai, almost 22 meters long and whose weight is estimated between 250 to 300 tons.

 

Though the majority of the Moai are male representations, because it is believed that all of the chiefs were men, it’s noteworthy that there are approximately twelve moais with feminine traits, such as pronounced breasts or sculpted vulvas.

 

One of the most well-preserved Moai, sculpted in basalt, is known as Hoa Hakananai’a and is found in the British Museum. This Moai shows all of the Rapanui beliefs’ symbology on its back.

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On the horizon you can see the huge number of volcanoes.

My Navajo guide was trying to get me to photograph the Totem Pole and other nearby features - and I did, with some success - but I just couldn't resist focusing on this pattern in the sand. I wonder if this speaks to unresolved conflicts dating to my toilet training, or some similar mental difficulties.

A self portrait in the morning to recognize and celebrate the daily act of, once again, choosing to engage in the battle. Even at night when I sleep there is no escaping the brutal effects of harm and trauma. It terrorizes me in dreams as my brain works to process and integrate the unresolved trauma. Each morning, as I continue to keep fighting for life, I experience a very intense, ongoing battle. My mind and body struggle intensely with the battle which is intensified and complicated even more right now due to our family’s extremely stressful present circumstances. And I work so hard, using a lot of my energy, and try to keep looking for light in the middle of the battle filled with so much darkness even though I often want to stop pushing myself to survive. This is something I wouldn’t be able to do without God’s faithful presence and the healthy support of a few close people in my life—it’s too much for me to handle alone. I’m very thankful that the deep, very challenging work I do to cope and engage in the healing process has helped me to experience some growth and improvement and there is still a long way to go on this journey to wholeness, integration and continued healing.

 

Day 6

 

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As a way to cope with circumstances beyond my control, survive and work to keep fighting for life I decided to try to take at least one photo (or more) each day. I call this “a photo (or more) a day.” Practicing this form of therapeutic photography helps me work to focus on the present moment, gives me something familiar and enjoyable to focus on as I use photography skills that have become like second-nature to me and being able to view the images I capture helps me recall what I was thinking, feeling and noticing at the moment when I created the photos. More of the photos from this series can be seen on my Instagram account

 

I may not always have the energy, time or capacity to share photos from this series—especially with the very challenging circumstances my family and I are experiencing—and will do my best to continue taking a photo (or more) a day even if I’m not able to share.

  

CLOUDS

in the moment | collection 1

in the moment | collection 2

Moving Forward

More pics in blog [close up & mid stand to see outfit] <3

 

Skin: Enfer Sombre - Lia [Mannequin Tone]

 

Head: LeLUTKA - Avalon Head

 

Body: eBODY - Reborn

  

Hair: no.match_ - No Mystery

 

Eyeshadow: XiuXiu - Elaine Eyeshadow [@ Sabbath Event] NEW!!!

 

Outfit: Stiff - Azmodan Set [@ Sabbath Event] NEW!!!

 

Boots: (aeone) Paloma Chunky Boots [@ Sabbath Event] NEW!!!

 

Poses: [piXit] Rent Free [@ Sabbath Event] NEW!!!

I beg you, to have patience with everything unresolved in your heart and to try to love the questions themselves as if they were locked rooms or books written in a very foreign language.

 

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Don’t search for the answers, which could not be given to you now, because you would not be able to live them.

 

And the point is to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps then, someday far in the future, you will gradually, without even noticing it, live your way into the answer.

 

~Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet

 

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Reconstructed bronze statues from the Quirinal in Rome of the so-called Terme Ruler

 

The two original Greek bronze statues reconstructed here were discovered on the Quirinal Hill of Rome in 1885 near the ancient Baths of Constantine and are now on display in the Palazzo Massimo alle Terme in Rome.

 

The figures’ identification and relationship to one another remains unresolved. One line of interpretation suggests that an important adventure from the Jason and the Argonaut saga is represented: the standing Polydeukes, son of Zeus, has defeated Amykos, son of Poseidon, in a boxing match and now urges him to refrain from murdering strangers with his deadly knuckles. Both statues display the swollen ears of a fighter.

Back to back, but on the same side marching together during what was later to be called 'The Maple Spring' 2012. Students protesting an increase in tuition fees turned out to be a huge social dilemma... still many issues remain unresolved and are now in court.

(Archives approximately a year ago.)

 

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Webb's picture of the month December is dominated by NGC 7469, a luminous, face-on spiral galaxy approximately 90 000 light-years in diameter that lies roughly 220 million light-years from Earth in the constellation Pegasus.

 

This spiral galaxy has recently been studied as part of the Great Observatories All-sky LIRGs Survey (GOALS), which aims to study the physics of star formation, black hole growth, and feedback in four nearby, merging luminous infrared galaxies. Other galaxies studied as part of the survey include previous ESA Webb Pictures of the Month II ZW 096 and IC 1623.

 

NGC 7469 is home to an active galactic nucleus (AGN), which is an extremely bright central region that is dominated by the light emitted by dust and gas as it falls into the galaxy’s central black hole. This galaxy provides astronomers with the unique opportunity to study the relationship between AGNs and starburst activity because this particular object hosts an AGN that is surrounded by a starburst ring at a distance of a mere 1500 light-years. While NGC 7469 is one of the best studied AGNs in the sky, the compact nature of this system and the presence of a great deal of dust have made it difficult for scientists to achieve both the resolution and sensitivity needed to study this relationship in the infrared. Now, with Webb, astronomers can explore the galaxy’s starburst ring, the central AGN, and the gas and dust in between.

 

Using Webb’s MIRI, NIRCam and NIRspec instruments to obtain images and spectra of NGC 7469 in unprecedented detail, the GOALS team has uncovered a number of details about the object. This includes very young star-forming clusters never seen before, as well as pockets of very warm, turbulent molecular gas, and direct evidence for the destruction of small dust grains within a few hundred light-years of the nucleus — proving that the AGN is impacting the surrounding interstellar medium. Furthermore, highly ionised, diffuse atomic gas seems to be exiting the nucleus at roughly 6.4 million kilometres per hour — part of a galactic outflow that had previously been identified from the ground, but is now revealed in stunning detail with Webb. With analysis of the rich Webb datasets still underway, additional secrets of this local AGN and starburst laboratory are sure to be revealed.

 

A prominent feature of this image is the striking six-pointed star that perfectly aligns with the heart of NGC 7469. Unlike the galaxy, this is not a real celestial object, but an imaging artifact known as a diffraction spike, caused by the bright, unresolved AGN. Diffraction spikes are patterns produced as light bends around the sharp edges of a telescope. Webb has three struts, with two angled at 150 degrees from its vertical strut, and its primary mirror is composed of hexagonal segments that each contain edges for light to diffract against. Webb’s struts are designed so that their diffraction spikes partially overlap with those created by the mirrors. Both of these lead to Webb’s complex star pattern.

 

Credits: ESA/Webb, NASA & CSA, L. Armus, A. S. Evans

  

CSXT Framingham Yard job Y101 (I think) is switching at the south end of North Yard (ex New Haven) pulling around the west leg od the wye leading toward the Worcester Line (ex Boston and Albany) main at CP22. This yard and Nevins yard serve as CSXT's Eastern Mass hub for their carload operations with these yards feeding multiple locals and transfer jobs that radiate north and south from here. The crew has a pair of GP40-2s of Chessie System heritage that now dominate locals and yard in this part of the world just the way Conrail B23-7s did a generation ago. CSXT 6232 must have some unresolved issue with its ditchlights since it's temporarily equipped with a second removable set hanging haphazardly off the nose grab irons.

 

Framingham, Massachusetts

Tuesday April 16, 2024

One Thousand Voices is a film poem, a fractured elegy shaped by memory, dislocation, and a yearning for belonging.

 

Through Paris Whitehead’s layered and intimate spoken text, the protagonist moves through landscapes that offer both solace and sorrow. Nature becomes a charged terrain where absence echoes and memory takes root.

 

The spoken text finds its visual counterpart in Martin Sercombe’s intimate cinematography, which traces the South Island’s elemental geography: the limestone headlands of Te Hapu, the shadowed fern bush of Hokitika and tidal mud flats cloaked in mist. Each location becomes an emotional cartography, mapping internal states through the language of wind, water, rock, and light.

 

This three-way dialogue is completed by Paul McLaney’s immersive soundscape, composed from field recordings and live instrumentation. His score flows organically with the imagery and voice, blending breath, birdsong, and echoic tones into a sonic weave that holds the work’s emotional resonance in tension and release.

 

In essence, the film is a meditation on loss, ancestry and the fragile threads that bind memory to landscape. Quiet, surreal and unresolved, it speaks of the many voices that inhabit the natural world and the human need to follow them home.

"From a Whisper to a Scream" tells the haunting tale of Kenagy Park, a place that holds a chilling legend within its shadows. The legend weaves a story of a woman, her life tragically cut short by a heinous act of murder, her spirit forever tethered to the park where her innocence was stolen. It's said that on moonlit nights, her ghostly form can be glimpsed among the trees, a wistful figure caught between the realms of the living and the departed. Some swear they've heard her soft whispers in the rustling leaves, her anguished cries carried by the wind, and in moments of eerie silence, her presence transforms into a piercing scream that cuts through the night. The park, once a serene haven, now bears the weight of her sorrow, its atmosphere charged with her unresolved emotions. History's echoes linger here, and the past's pain is woven into the fabric of the place, forever haunting those who dare to listen.

Orden:Passeriformes

Familia:Thraupidae

Género:Coereba

Nombres comunes:Pinchita, Pincha , ciguirillin, platanero,Bananaquit, Cigüita, Ciguíta Común, Mielero, Mielero Cejiblanco, Mielero Común, Platanera Común, Reinita, Reinita Común, Reinita Mielera

Nombre cientifico:Coereva flaveola bananivora

Nombre ingles:Bananaquit

Lugar de captura: READ, Santo Domingo. Rep. Dom

Por: Cimarron mayor Panta

  

ACTUALIZANDONOS SOBRE ESTA ESPECIE QUE HASTA HACE POCO NO TENIA UNA FAMILIA DEFINIDA Y ESTABA COMO INSERTAE SEDIS

 

The bananaquit (Coereba flaveola) is a species of passerine bird of uncertain relation. It is tentatively placed in the tanager family. Its classification is debated, and it is often placed in its own family: Coerebidae. It has recently been suggested the bananaquit should be split into three species, but this has yet to receive widespread recognition. This small, active nectarivore is found in warmer parts of the Americas, and is generally common.

 

The bananaquit was first described by Linnaeus in his Systema Naturae in 1758 as Certhia flaveola. It was reclassified as the only member of the genus Coereba by Louis Jean Pierre Vieillot in 1809. Prior to 2005, the bananaquit was assigned to the monotypic family Coerebidae; there is currently no agreement to which family it belongs; some authors place it into the Emberizidae. Since recent studies have shed some light on the bananaquit's affinities, many authorities consider Coerebidae an obsolete taxon. The Coerebidae used to contain other nectar-eating birds from the tropical Americas, but these have since been moved. The bananaquit is part of a group that includes Darwin's finches, Tiaris (grassquits), Loxigilla, etc.—most of which were previously placed in Emberizidae, but are now known to actually be part of the Thraupidae. As such this species is tentatively placed in the family Thraupidae unless a study suggests more accurate placement. Nevertheless, its precise relations remain unresolved, so the American Ornithologists' Union classes it as a species incertae sedis.

 

It is still unclear if any of the island subspecies should be elevated to species, but phylogenetic studies have revealed three clades: the nominate group from Jamaica, Hispaniola and the Cayman Islands, the bahamensis group from the Bahamas and Quintana Roo, and the bartholemica group from South and Central America, Mexico (except Quintana Roo), the Lesser Antilles and Puerto Rico. Several taxa were not sampled, but most of these are easily placed in the above groups based on zoogeography alone. Exceptions are oblita (San Andrés Island) and tricolor (Providencia Island), and their placement is therefore uncertain. In February 2010, the International Ornithological Congress listed bahamensis and bartholemica as proposed splits from C. flaveola.

 

There are 41 currently recognized subspecies y la nuestra esa la coereba flaveola bananivora

he walks past his reflection, caught mid-stride in a window selling departure. the suitcase waits motionless behind glass, while the city continuesâlayered, reflected, unresolved. in this merging of worlds, travel becomes a metaphor not for movement, but for in-between.

The massive bulge of jagged rock that separates Andrews Creek and The Gash (on the right and behind the trees) from Icy Brook and Sky Pond (on the left) drips with golden winter light and reflects on the wind-polished surface of Loch Vale, Rocky Mountain National Park, Colorado.

 

This past Friday my wife and I made an effort to reach Sky Pond, which sits at 11,000 feet (3,300 m) and in the winter is constantly scoured by wind and blowing snow. I visited the Pond in winter 9 years ago, and I have not forgotten the cracked mirror-like surface that was riddled with entrancing trapped bubbles of myriad sizes. To reach the pond from Bear Lake is approximately 3.8 miles (6.1 km) and a climb of almost 1,800 feet (550 m). It was an interesting sign that my wife began the walk with one of the stages of grief (her favorite): bargaining. Perhaps we would reach our destination, or perhaps we would simply enjoy the attempt and see how we fared moving through the snow-deep landscape.

 

We elected to wear spikes and boots rather than snow shoes, hoping that we could take advantage of people with snow shoes packing the surface down enough such that we could avoid wearing the ungainly things ourselves. It is possible I have some unresolved issues. The winter route to Loch Vale is not particularly interesting in terms of visual stimuli as one climbs steadily through the Lodgepole Pines, but the scene changes dramatically once one gains the surface of the lake. It is here that one can finally see the Continental Divide and where the last 800 feet of climbing up to Sky Pond will lead.

 

Note that the little mounds of snow that form a line on the surface of the lake toward the left are inverse footprints. After the last storm and before the wind could scrape away the freshly fallen snow, a person walked across the frozen surface and compacted the snow with each step. The compacted snow then froze in place and the wind deftly removed the loose surrounding powder to reveal the glassy ice.

The Moeraki Boulders are unusually large spherical boulders lying along a stretch of Koekohe Beach on the wave-cut Otago coast of New Zealand between Moeraki and Hampden. They occur scattered either as isolated or clusters of boulders within a stretch of beach where they have been protected in a scientific reserve. These boulders are grey-colored septarian concretions, which have been exhumed from the mudstone and bedrock enclosing them and concentrated on the beach by coastal erosion. Especially in recent years, the boulders have been a popular tourist attraction.

The most striking aspect of the boulders is their unusually large size and spherical shape, with a distinct bimodal size distribution. Approximately one-third of the boulders range in size from about 0.5 to 1.0 metre in diameter, the other two-thirds from 1.5 to 2.2 metres. Most are spherical or almost spherical, but a small proportion are slightly elongated parallel to the bedding plane of the mudstone that once enclosed them.

Neither the spherical to subspherical shape or large size of the Moeraki Boulders is unique to them. Virtually identical spherical boulders, called Koutu Boulders, are found on the beaches, in the cliffs, and beneath the surface inland of the shore of Hokianga Harbour, North Island, New Zealand, between Koutu and Kauwhare points. Like the Moeraki Boulders, the Koutu Boulders are large, reaching 3 metres in diameter, and almost spherical. Similar boulder-size concretions, known as Katiki Boulders, are also found on the north-facing shore of Shag Point some 19 kilometres south of where the Moeraki Boulders are found. These concretions occur as both spherical cannonball concretions and flat, disk-shaped or oval concretions. Unlike the Moeraki boulders, some of these concretions contain the bones of mosasaurs and plesiosaurs.

Similar large spherical concretions have been found in many other countries.

Detailed analysis of the fine-grained rock using optical mineralogy, X-ray crystallography, and electron microprobe has determined that the boulders consist of mud, fine silt and clay, cemented by calcite. The degree of cementation varies from being relatively weak in the interior of a boulder to quite hard at its outside rim. The outside rims of the larger boulders consist of as much as 10 to 20% calcite because the calcite not only tightly cements the silt and clay but has also replaced it to a significant degree.

The rock comprising the bulk of a boulder is riddled with large cracks called septaria that radiate outward from a hollow core lined with scalenohedral calcite crystals. The process or processes that created septaria within Moeraki Boulders, and in other septarian concretions, remain an unresolved matter for which a number of possible explanations have been proposed. These cracks radiate and thin outward from the centre of the typical boulder and are typically filled with an outer (early stage) layer of brown calcite and an inner (late stage) layer of yellow calcite spar, which often, but not always, completely fills the cracks. Rare Moeraki Boulders have a very thin innermost (latest stage) layer of dolomite and quartz covering the yellow calcite spar.

The composition of the Moeraki Boulders and the septaria that they contain are typical of, often virtually identical to, septarian concretions that have been found in exposures of sedimentary rocks in New Zealand and elsewhere. Smaller but otherwise very similar septarian concretions are found within exposures of sedimentary rocks elsewhere in New Zealand. Similar septarian concretions have been found in the Kimmeridge Clay and Oxford Clay of England, and at many other locations worldwide.

[Four years ago, on May 15th, my mother went to sleep and never woke up again. Four years ago, I spoke to her on that final day, not knowing I’d never have the opportunity to exchange words with her in that way again. Every year now I take a self-portrait on her behalf. Every year, it never gets easier. Death frightens me, and I never knew how much until she went away and didn’t come back. She left behind me, my two brothers, and much unresolved conflict. She left behind her fire, her passion, her will to always press on, despite the odds. Not a day goes by when I don’t think of my mother, Wendy. She was a force to be reckoned with, and she instilled in me a sense of power and of urgency. To seize every day and every night. To never give up when turned down or away. To push ahead with fervor and not allow people to thumb me down due to my gender identity. She taught me that the sky isn’t the limit: nothing is. She taught me to dream. I could write about my mother, bright and crazy and wild—I could write about her every day until my last, and I still wouldn’t be able to capture her essence and help you to understand who she was.

 

I’m different now than I was then, before all of this. I’m different, and often I want to go back—to return to that naïve state I once inhabited, a simpler existence. One in which everyone I love is here for as long as I want, and it’s easy to take people for granted that way, isn’t it? But we don’t get to decide who leaves, and when. We only have today, right now, to be who we want to be and to make decisions and actively participate in our own lives. So I leave you with this quote, followed by closing thoughts:

 

“There is always an enormous temptation in all of life to diddle around making itsy-bitsy friends and meals and journeys for itsy-bitsy years on end. It is so self-conscious, so apparently moral, simply to step aside from the gaps where the creeks and winds pour down, saying, I never merited this grace, quite rightly, and then to sulk along the rest of your days on the edge of rage.

I won’t have it. The world is wilder than that in all directions, more dangerous and bitter, more extravagant and bright. Go up into the gaps. If you can find them; they shift and vanish too. Stalk the gaps. Squeak into a gap in the soil, turn, and unlock—more than a maple—a universe. This is how you spend this afternoon, and tomorrow morning, and tomorrow afternoon. Spend the afternoon. You can’t take it with you.”

 

The title of this image is pulled directly from my favorite song off of the new album I Can Spin a Rainbow—a beautiful collaboration between my hero Edward Ka-Spel and Amanda Palmer. For this image, I wanted to symbolize the electric quality of life, of us as living beings. We are alive here, now. What will you do with your one wild and precious life? Don’t waste the moments. They’re all we have.]

 

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A pine is any conifer in the genus Pinus of the family Pinaceae. Pinus is the sole genus in the subfamily Pinoideae. The Plant List compiled by the Royal Botanic Gardens, Kew and Missouri Botanical Garden accepts 126 species names of pines as current, together with 35 unresolved species and many more synonyms. Pine may also refer to the lumber derived from pine trees; pine is one of the more extensively used types of wood used as lumber. Pine trees are evergreen, coniferous resinous trees (or, rarely, shrubs) growing 3–80 m tall, with the majority of species reaching 15–45 m tall. The smallest are Siberian dwarf pine and Potosi pinyon, and the tallest is an 81.79 m tall ponderosa pine located in southern Oregon's Rogue River-Siskiyou National Forest. Pines are long lived and typically reach ages of 100–1,000 years, some even more. The longest-lived is the Great Basin bristlecone pine, Pinus longaeva. One individual of this species, dubbed "Methuselah", is one of the world's oldest living organisms at around 4,600 years old. This tree can be found in the White Mountains of California. 6349

Guidoriccio da Fogliano at the Siege of Montemassi is a fresco on the western wall of the Sala del Mappamondo in the Palazzo Pubblico in Siena. It shows Guidoriccio da Fogliano, the commander of the Sienese troops, on horseback against the background of a landscape in which the siege of Montemassi takes place..

For a long time it was assumed that the work was painted in 1330 by Simone Martini. This dating made it one of the first secular portraits and one of the first monumental landscape paintings. It is widely considered a masterpiece of European painting.

In 1977, a frequently acrimonious debate started among art historians about the question whether Martini was indeed the artist. On the same wall in the Sala del Mappamondo another fresco has been discovered that could support the theory that the fresco is not as old as originally thought, and not a work by Martini. However, this matter is still unresolved.

In the middle of the fresco Guidoriccio da Fogliano, a condottiero (mercenary officer) and commander of the Sienese troops, is depicted on horseback. He is shown in profile with a Field Marshal’s baton in his hand. On the left Montemassi can be seen surrounded by ramparts. To the right of the central figure of Guidoriccio there is a siege engine with the flag of the Sienese Republic in top. Further to the right there is a group of tents at the foot of a hill, with white and black flags and pennants flying. At the bottom of the fresco the year of the conquest of Montemassi by Sienese troops (1328) is given in Roman numerals: MCCC.XX.VIII.

The murals in the Palazzo Pubblico were commissioned by the Council of Nine, Siena's ruling body. The murals capture important triumphs in the history of Siena. From the beginning of the 14th century the city council commissioned murals of castles and cities that were conquered by Siena. By decorating the meeting room of the Council of Nine with these images, it was made clear that these cities and castles were now the inalienable property of Siena. In this sense, the frescoes can be seen as an artistic form of political propaganda.

These frescoes eventually filled two walls of the meeting room in the Palazzo Pubblico. Between 1314 and 1331 at least seven castles were painted. Documents show that Simone Martini painted at least four of them: Montemassi and Sasso Forte in 1330, and Arcidosso and Castel Del Piano in 1331. Around 1345, many of these frescoes had to make way for the Mappamondo, the world map by Ambrogio Lorenzetti which is now lost. In the seventeenth or eighteenth century, major restoration work was carried out to restore images that had been lost during the construction of the Mappamondo.

The fresco with the equestrian image has always captured the imagination of art historians and the general public. It is seen as a unique mix of realism and artistic imagination. For many it is not just a portrait of one particular warlord during a specific campaign, but a reflection on war and knighthood in general. The Guidoriccio has been considered one of the first secular, i.e. strictly non-religious, portraits, and one of the first monumental landscape paintings in Western art. An icon of 14th-century art, it was considered to be one of the best works by Simone Martini.

Over the centuries, the horseman has become an emblem of Siena which is still frequently found on souvenirs and local products. Many tourists came, and come, to Siena to see the fresco.

The Castle of Montemassi is clearly recognizable in the Guidoriccio. Therefore, it was long believed that this must be the fresco that Simone Martine was commissioned to paint by the Sienese city government in 1330. This assumption was challenged in 1977 by the American art historians Gordon Moran and Michael Mallory. At first, they claimed that while most of the fresco had indeed been painted by Martini, the central image of the horseman had not. They came to this conclusion because in their view horse and rider are not really part of the wider scene. They also pointed out that commander Guidoriccio da Fogliano changed his allegiance to on an enemy of Siena in 1333. It seemed unlikely that the Council of Nine would have tolerated the portrait of "a turncoat" in such a prominent place in the town hall. Moran and Mallory suggested that the rider image was added to the fresco in 1351, after the death of Guidoriccio da Fogliano who had by then been reinstated as commander of the Sienese troops. Simone Martini died in 1344.

This theory was at first not taken seriously at all, and later fiercely contested. Moran and Mallory have stated that they were systematically thwarted by prominent Italian art historians and by the Sienese authorities. Their publications were rejected by journals and not included in scholarly bibliographies and catalogs. They say that they were prevented from presenting their theory at conferences, and were not allowed to do further research in Siena.

The debate took on a new dimension a few years later when a previously unknown fresco was discovered on the western wall of the Sala del Mappamondo. It is probably one of the castle frescoes that disappeared behind plaster circa 1345 when the Mappamondo was installed in the hall. It is partly overlapped by the Guidoriccio, has a similar theme (two persons and a castle) and is of high quality. Some point to Duccio as the creator, others argue that this underlying fresco is definitely by Simone Martini. According to Moran and Mallory, this is Martini's fresco of the castle in Arcidosso. This would mean that the Guidoriccio cannot be the Montemassi fresco painted by Simone Martini in 1330 because it partly overlaps the image of Arcidosso, which was painted a year later in 1331.

The main issue in the Guidoriccio debate therefore no longer was whether perhaps the equestrian image had not been painted by Simone Martini, but whether the entire fresco could be attributed to him. It has been suggested that the Guidoriccio was painted by Lippo Memmi, a brother-in-law of Simone Martini who had a similar style. However, this theory is not widely supported.

The debate on the correct attribution of the Guidoriccio raged for decades in scientific journals as well as in the wider media; still no final conclusion has been reached. It is unusual for a debate among art historians about the dating and attribution of a 14th-century work of art to take this long and get so much public attention. Those who think that it is a work by Simone Martini base their opinion on stylistic similarities with his other work. Their opponents point out facts concerning the technical preparation of the fresco and possible anachronisms in the imagery that would make it unlikely that it was painted around 1330. They refer to the architecture of the castles, heraldic elements and the siege engines depicted. They usually conclude that the Guidoriccio could not have been painted before the fifteenth century. The fact that Vasari in his famous painters' biography Le Vite from 1550 makes no mention of a work as prominent as the horseman fresco is seen by some as a reason to date it even later. There is still no consensus about the painter and the date of creation of the Guidoriccio.

 

Who was the first ?

The egg or the hen ?

That is still a mystery !

So here it is, my updated X-wing now sporting 4-wide engines! Thank you to all who suggested this change, I was, as you know, skeptical at first but I think it was for the best.

 

When I first started thinking about 4-wide engines, it became annoyingly clear I would have to alter the fuselage too… I tried to avoid this but it just wasn’t looking right. So one thing led to another and I’ve basically re-built the entire craft. Some new additions include a working wing mechanism (operated by a 4x4 round plate on top) and interior ‘wiring/electronics’. I’ll try and get a film of the wings in action as I know you’ll want proof ;)

 

One of the more major changes was the hexagonal area behind the cockpit I really wanted to make it more...well… hexagonal. This also gave me the chance to make the fuselage a little taller so that it would sit better with the larger engines.

 

Please let me know what you think, I’m aware some things have gone unresolved from before but personally I think it’s an improvement :)

The Eurasian wren (Troglodytes troglodytes) is a very small bird, and the only member of the wren family Troglodytidae found in Eurasia and Africa (Maghreb). In Anglophone Europe, it is commonly known simply as the wren. It was once lumped with Troglodytes hiemalis of eastern North America and Troglodytes pacificus of western North America as the winter wren. The Eurasian wren occurs in Europe, a belt of Asia from northern Iran and Afghanistan across to Japan. It is migratory in only the northern parts of its range.[2] It is also highly polygynous, an unusual mating system for passerines.

Eurasian wren in Germany.

 

The scientific name is taken from the Greek word "troglodytes" (from "trogle" a hole, and "dyein" to creep), meaning "cave-dweller",[3] and refers to its habit of disappearing into cavities or crevices whilst hunting arthropods or to roost. The taxonomy of the genus Troglodytes is currently unresolved, as recent molecular studies have suggested that Cistothorus spp. and Thryorchilus spp. are within the clade currently defined by Troglodytes.[4][5]

 

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•°°○°The man-eating lion of shripur°○°°•

 

the emperor of the forest covered all the questions and yet any conclusion this crowned character reached were unresolved by another one.

 

since the different elements in the forest resonate with one another, they created an atmosphere for your glory. as everyone of us seemed to be tied by our secrets and lies, no one asked for answer to the questions nor anyone wants to give them! all-together, the supreme wish in the self keeps the nature of accumulation. the force to purloin that desired thing, even if in a skewed way never brings coherence and honesty to the answers, as the hard questions keep up with the exceeding score. and when you romped through the questions and collected the pleasure in certain minor moments, you don’t necessarily know what causes your major and minor emotions; and what patterns stay, of presences and voices held in a captive cycle - closed enough, like a narrowing down spiral in which you get closer to the center, each time with the repetitive cycle - to the selfish beginning by which you fleshed a few things out. keeping busy with survival, each assessment brings the same result subject to the pressures and contingencies of space and time - tugged in conflicting directions by your own identity. so many battles lost to greed, showing you ultimate hollowness of power. in retrospect you question yourself, of how you tried to come out of this center, "i sewed in further nodes of connections, like burnt threads only to emerge forty-seven or one hundred pages later."

 

the dreams of creating new nodes of connection through powers of deduction - i.e; wisdom gained from each of the past cycle can seem like furthering of contrivances and play of symbolic gestures and in effect, reductive; simply because that abandonment of the self did not happen, which echoes the voices of the captive cycle.

 

that self in front of a mirror, that is held to be the inmost essence of truth, only hears words enacting a certain condescension —“I the mirror, am looking into your mind and see all your inner thoughts, impulses, tendencies, all the conflicting inner desires, delusions, debilitating drives, deeds of shame, suppressed dreams and all the regrets and know them much better than you do (for that reflects ambiguity).” and you cannot break this mirror nor embrace its intimidating reflection, that is being accompanied with blind arrogance of the subtle mind. inaudible condescension is usually present, just underneath the surface, of supposedly the right guide under the guise of friendship. your inner self could truly sense this tone of disconnection and knows that the rhythm which creates harmony in mind & gratefulness in heart is something different; that which your projected identity could not hold it and so you continue to shine the accumulated self in 'mirror of surface'. the flame of millions of suns of your soul cannot be killed, but can stay hidden for long by the enormous clouds. the Heart within feels the music clear♪, soon clouded by invisible walls of the undernourished mind (+ paucity in the mind of different contexts) who riots everything out. it is mind's identity which does not want to belong but occupy, trouncing the heart which always serves. refusal to take on the old ways of seeing, for the mind's identity likes to continue the grip on operational kingdom born of the body ∞⃝.

 

there is the root to the truth we don't want to see. burning at each end of the body as well as the mind swept, the soul still returns to occupy the body; this body made up of the endless labyrinth of accumulated body of information - threadbare and stained. each transgression to next life, remembered; memories form the triadic waves that bring in tempestuous emotions and brings out tremulous motions of a familiar but a timorous self, in the moment when you hear the rustling noise in the bushes.

 

"Do not be afraid of your own heart beating

Look at very small things with your eyes

& stay warm" - Bernadette Mayer

 

this graceful moment was to go out of the frontier of self as well as out of this weariness of mine and courageously come out of all the hiding places so that you enter a central conversation where transformation is possible through a kind glance and graceful intimacy. to be far away from yourself, from your kingdom, so that you are in touch with moments of truth, this divine conversation, the core correspondence, so as to never return back to any indulgent moments, nor be alone again, in the night of indifference. never returning to those answers which created locus of concealment, but sharing heart of those answers which brought to you eternal peace. roaring with laughter for your belief filled to the brim - "some dark chocolate and faith in the poison and you're golden!". theories, speculations, stories, impostures but not seeing that the sun will not just shine only for me!" it was lot about what we enabled when we deliberately looked away from something.

 

this great meeting, this revelatory moment... when you are gifted to see the abundance within, so beautifully reflected in this kind and compassionate moment. that supreme source of abundance does not destabilize you as you presumed, nor cuts through you; cutting through everything you felt - ignored, impenetrable and disorienting darkness, numbness, isolation, illness, ignorance; nor a self-regard that causes to transgress personal boundaries, but simply forms a connection and takes you Home. this is not that worldly supremacy ushered into prejudice, that only offers you a place in the kingdom whose might is strength in numbers and whose spread is systemic, pervasive, insidious, pernicious and soul-damaging. true supremacy lies in constant offering of selfless love, of everything a soul needs and with great gentleness, offering a forever space in own Heart which is the abode of peace.

 

listening to that Generous Master Song, you feel the warmth of a loving glow and as your senses calm, your honest prayers glow the words, "Thank You"

Astronomers using the NASA/ESA Hubble Space Telescope have come up with what they say is some of their best evidence yet for the presence of a rare class of intermediate-sized black holes, having found a strong candidate lurking at the heart of the closest globular star cluster to Earth, located 6000 light-years away.

 

Like intense gravitational potholes in the fabric of space, virtually all black holes seem to come in two sizes: small and humongous. It’s estimated that our galaxy is littered with 100 million small black holes (several times the mass of our Sun) created from exploded stars. The universe at large is flooded with supermassive black holes, weighing millions or billions of times our Sun’s mass and found in the centres of galaxies.

 

A long-sought missing link is an intermediate-mass black hole, weighing roughly 100 to 100,000 times our Sun's mass. How would they form, where would they hang out, and why do they seem to be so rare?

 

Astronomers have identified other possible intermediate-mass black holes using a variety of observational techniques. Two of the best candidates — 3XMM J215022.4-055108, which Hubble helped discover in 2020, and HLX-1, identified in 2009 — reside in the outskirts of other galaxies. Each of these possible black holes has the mass of tens of thousands of suns, and may have once been at the centres of dwarf galaxies.

 

Looking much closer to home, there have been a number of suspected intermediate-mass black holes detected in dense globular star clusters orbiting our Milky Way galaxy. For example, in 2008, Hubble astronomers announced the suspected presence of an intermediate-mass black hole in the globular cluster Omega Centauri. For a number of reasons, including the need for more data, these and other intermediate-mass black hole findings still remain inconclusive and do not rule out alternative theories.

 

Hubble’s unique capabilities have now been used to zero-in on the core of the globular star cluster Messier 4 (M4) to go black-hole hunting with higher precision than in previous searches. “You can’t do this kind of science without Hubble,” said Eduardo Vitral of the Space Telescope Science Institute in Baltimore, Maryland, and formerly of the Institut d’Astrophysique de Paris (IAP, Sorbonne University) in Paris, France, lead author on a paper to be published in the Monthly Notices of the Royal Astronomical Society.

 

Vitral’s team has detected a possible intermediate-mass black hole of roughly 800 solar masses. The suspected object can’t be seen, but its mass is calculated by studying the motion of stars caught in its gravitational field, like bees swarming around a hive. Measuring their motion takes time, and a lot of precision. This is where Hubble accomplishes what no other present-day telescope can do. Astronomers looked at 12 years’ worth of M4 observations from Hubble, and resolved pinpoint stars.

 

ESA’s Gaia spacecraft also contributed to this result with scans of over 6000 stars that constrained the global shape of the cluster and its mass. Hubble’s data tend to rule out alternative theories for this object, such as a compact central cluster of unresolved stellar remnants like neutron stars, or smaller black holes swirling around each other.

 

Credits: ESA/Hubble & NASA; CC BY 4.0

Call this one the big tease.

 

After 69 years in operation, Colorado's famous Ski Train made its last run on 29 Mar 09 leaving its fans and followers heartbroken. To be fair, the Ski Train had been operating at a financial loss to its owners for 21 years, but the economic collapse, rising liability coverage, and pending and uncertain upgrades at Denver's Union Station were enough to push the Ski Train into the history books.

 

But in stepped the San Luis & Rio Grande with a plan to continue the 69-year tradition of a passenger train running between Denver and Winter Park, CO. The SLRG had worked out a deal with Union Pacific (who owned the line) and Amtrak (who would run the trains) and the resurrected Ski Train was set to make its first run under new owners on 27 Dec 09! But in the days leading up to the first departure, pending issues remained unresolved. Verbal agreements and good will didn't stand up and things started to fall apart. On 28 Dec 09, the 2009-2010 Ski Train was cancelled. The main issue was that Amtrak could not reach a deal to run the trains citing unsafe equipment.

 

But none of that drama was in play when I "accidentally" happened out onto the passenger platform at Union Station a week before departure day to snap some shots of the recently leased and arrived SD90MACs which would provide power for the upcoming Ski Train. These things sparkled in the sunshine and I wondered what they would look like heading up the mountains and through the tunnels on their way to Winter Park.

 

After a brief discussion with a security guard who was quite peeved at my presence, I was on my way with a rare sampling of the Ski Train that never was...

BDSM Lifestyle & A trinity of three excellence

 

One more will be complete...

 

💔 her loss

💔 her unresolved pain

💔 her unbearable emptiness

 

6 months already..

Tested countless Slaves, but no one passed the Pro level...

 

🎧. ..Mood 1.. 🎵 Dynasty

www.youtube.com/watch?v=8JSdy3nLLYA

 

And all I gave you is gone

Tumbled like it was stone

Thought we built a dynasty that heaven couldn't shake

Thought we built a dynasty like nothing ever made

Thought we built a dynasty forever couldn't break up

A scar I can't reverse

And the more it heals, the worse it hurts

  

🎧. ..Mood 2.. 🎵 Where is the promised happiness

I was wrong, my tears dried, I let go, regretted it.

www.youtube.com/watch?v=86aZQNvP_KM

 

A Prayer of Renewal

 

Reenergize my spirit when it creeps into the cave of gloom. Bring it forth into the light of your radiance.

 

Reestablish attentiveness to the wonder found in nature’s continual unfolding of the seasons, each one with its own inherent beauty.

 

Reinvigorate a desire to enter each day confident of your grace to maintain a positive perspective, no matter what unexpected turbulence or distress confronts me.

 

Renew an ability to find satisfaction in my faith without having to poke continually at truths that remain unresolved.

 

Resist my attempts to foster complete control, and thus I miss the adventure of risk-taking and the invitation to step out of tightly bound securities.

 

Reclaim love grown cold or dormant due to neglect, misperception, or the deluge of overwork that quickly steals affection from my heart.

 

Restore order and balance in my mind. Clear it of tangling thoughts, judgements and issues that stealthily poison my enjoyment of life.

 

Resurrect the undivided passion I once had for bringing the best of my inner goodness to each and every part of what claims my attention.

 

Reveal what keeps playfulness from emerging, forfeiting the freedom to express the laughter hiding inside of me.

 

Release the door of my heart to let me enter the tender moments and unforeseen experiences holding great happiness if only I am open to them.

 

Joyce Rupp

 

It has been more than 130 days since the beginning of the protest in Hong Kong. The pro-demoracy movement is not coming to the end yet since the government is not answering to the demands of people. This is like a difficult and unsolved chess game.

 

It is now the turn for the Hong Kong government to make a move.

 

Chess player is trying to decide on the move in a game.

 

Fuji X-T1

Fuji XF 35mm F2

In-camera B&W with yellow filter

A very wide field view of this most brilliant portion of the southern Milky Way showing millions of unresolved stars, dark dusty molecular clouds and many objects of popular interest. The Scorpion's head is lower left and M8 is below right of centre.

 

Synta EQ-6 Pro, SBIG STL 11000M monochrome camera and 35mm lens at f4; RGB = 30:30:30min, total 1.5hr; fov ~60x40deg.

.. I have an unresolved memory in which foxgloves came to mean so much to me. Childhood is sooooo far back.

 

.. Canon G15

 

Thanks for looking in! - Have fun in the new year!

"Abbi pazienza per ogni cosa che non è risolta nel tuo cuore e prova ad amare le domande stesse come se fossero stanze chiuse o libri scritti in una lingua straniera... Non cercare le risposte che non ti possono essere date ora, perché non saresti capace di viverle... Ora vivi le domande. Forse in seguito, un giorno lontano nel futuro, gradualmente, senza neanche notarlo, ti farai strada nella risposta..."

 

"Have patience with everything unresolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves… Don’t search for the answers, which could not be given to you now, because you would not be able to live them. And the point it, to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps, then, someday far in the future, you will gradually, without even noticing it, live your way into the answer..."

 

words - Rainer Maria Rilke

Unresolved Barbarisms.

 

Thèmes classiques en pointillés de la mémoire composée labyrinthes locaux villages abandonnés œuvres de nostalgie modes fantaisistes yeux limpides fils volants confessés travaux avoués,

comprimente simultaneous patientes coactus dimicandi tangibile machinationes subsequent prestigious enodatio Inscriptiones assumptiones falsas, et quasi emblema prospectus peregrinations adventures municipali,

që përmbajnë raporte me pika satirike historiografike të dramatizuara, rinegatit rezistencën e kursit subversiv, në të vërtetë, duke ankthuar dispozitat e dërguara në internet, orë të ndryshme,

világít a gonosz utakra buzdítások lelkes pulpits után bünteti a bűnösöket, és bosszantja az irritált tagokat elefántcsont-szétzúzás szigorú évei magas eloszlása ezred utcák,

אלנגעזאמלט קראַודז שאַוטינג טראַקטערז דיליריאַם עדיץ היפּש פּאַסידזשיז ציטערניש מאַדנעסס סיקוואַסטיד טשודנע סינז דיסטראַקטינג מעלוכע געוויינטלעך קלאַפּ,

意識的な狂人は、任務を探す学部を心配した。想像された手順の警告は残酷な治療を派遣し、彼ら自身を枯渇させて、破壊が問題となっている部門を確認した破壊を悩ませている部門の確認.

Steve.D.Hammond.

Completion of Gaudi's magnum opus is expected in 2020—previously unresolved engineering problems having been worked out.

Orden:Passeriformes

Familia:Thraupidae

Género:Coereba

Nombres comunes:Pinchita, Pincha , ciguirillin, platanero,Bananaquit, Cigüita, Ciguíta Común, Mielero, Mielero Cejiblanco, Mielero Común, Platanera Común, Reinita, Reinita Común, Reinita Mielera

Nombre cientifico:Coereva flaveola bananivora

Nombre ingles:Bananaquit

Lugar de captura: RRP, Santo Domingo. Rep. Dom

Por: Cimarron mayor Panta

 

ACTUALIZANDONOS SOBRE ESTA ESPECIE QUE HASTA HACE POCO NO TENIA UNA FAMILIA DEFINIDA Y ESTABA COMO INSERTAE SEDIS

 

The bananaquit (Coereba flaveola) is a species of passerine bird of uncertain relation. It is tentatively placed in the tanager family. Its classification is debated, and it is often placed in its own family: Coerebidae. It has recently been suggested the bananaquit should be split into three species, but this has yet to receive widespread recognition. This small, active nectarivore is found in warmer parts of the Americas, and is generally common.

 

The bananaquit was first described by Linnaeus in his Systema Naturae in 1758 as Certhia flaveola. It was reclassified as the only member of the genus Coereba by Louis Jean Pierre Vieillot in 1809. Prior to 2005, the bananaquit was assigned to the monotypic family Coerebidae; there is currently no agreement to which family it belongs; some authors place it into the Emberizidae. Since recent studies have shed some light on the bananaquit's affinities, many authorities consider Coerebidae an obsolete taxon. The Coerebidae used to contain other nectar-eating birds from the tropical Americas, but these have since been moved. The bananaquit is part of a group that includes Darwin's finches, Tiaris (grassquits), Loxigilla, etc.—most of which were previously placed in Emberizidae, but are now known to actually be part of the Thraupidae. As such this species is tentatively placed in the family Thraupidae unless a study suggests more accurate placement. Nevertheless, its precise relations remain unresolved, so the American Ornithologists' Union classes it as a species incertae sedis.

 

It is still unclear if any of the island subspecies should be elevated to species, but phylogenetic studies have revealed three clades: the nominate group from Jamaica, Hispaniola and the Cayman Islands, the bahamensis group from the Bahamas and Quintana Roo, and the bartholemica group from South and Central America, Mexico (except Quintana Roo), the Lesser Antilles and Puerto Rico. Several taxa were not sampled, but most of these are easily placed in the above groups based on zoogeography alone. Exceptions are oblita (San Andrés Island) and tricolor (Providencia Island), and their placement is therefore uncertain. In February 2010, the International Ornithological Congress listed bahamensis and bartholemica as proposed splits from C. flaveola.

 

There are 41 currently recognized subspecies y la nuestra esa la coereba flaveolo bananivora

 

Every voice along the shoreline

Standing still within time

Spinnin' unresolved

Walking as each season passes

Through wonderland, through walking glasses

A secret garden shines, beckons you

Gentle flower don't fade away

Sweet innocence still harbors thee

In the faint of golden dreams

Where one love lives eternally

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❤ Listen

BDSM Personal matters,

 

A link to pin it in my sl profile's pick. (you may skip reading.)

  

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-- Confirm and Credit --

 

3 types of lovers and subs that used to be under my supervision.

 

☑ 2nd Hand Lover

☑ 2nd Hand Sub

☑ Trash

 

- My Second-hand men mostly are educated and high quality people who cause very few problems so I won't mention much here.

 

- The problematic and dramatic group that like to lie, fake credits and create fake stories about me is Trash.

 

About Trash :

☑ They are the most rotten people who like to cause trouble, lies and create dirty drama.

☑ My rotten enemies on the day I abandoned them and STILL continued to stink time to time even after so many years we had ended.

☑ They're like unresolved problems that cannot be closed because of extreme hate.

 

I'll tell you right here.

🔴 For the woman who want to check your men, begged, asked for my help and information about them.

 

1. We have to understand that you are the one making the request, begged, humberly asked for my help and information. You should be respectful and grateful that I took the time to give you the fact and information.

 

2. You should be respectful and grateful that I took the time to give you the facts. You shouldn't manipulate, edit information, create lies and draw everything into your drama to get his attention. Try to not add more trash to my life. Trust me, relationship that built on lies are not as sustainable as on self-respect and self-worth.

 

-- Standards and Code of Conduct --

 

I have a standard on giving information,

Either it's a second-hand guy or a worthless piece of trash all are in the same standard.

 

☑ I give only General Truth

(I never sold you or tell other about your secrets and kinky details)

 

Don't believe the information that your woman can edit and falsify. Ask for chatlog and snapshots only.

 

Use discretion when listening. If she can't give you chatlog or snapshots. If you doubt and suspect, you must have courage to ask me directly because I always have those.

  

🔴 For the pathetic Trash who love to lie around that they were my precious Gems and Lovers.

 

I will never stop telling the truth about how bad and worthless you used to be, no matter what you lie others.

 

It's pathetic that you create fake credit for yourself to make your girl appreciate and like you.

 

In fact, it shouldn't matter if you're my secondhand man or my trash. If she really loves you, she should be more interested in who you are than wanting my Ex boyfriend.

 

The more you lie and deceive people that you used to be my gem and lover, the worse your situation will be. 'Cause I'm not like any woman who lets you lie freely without punishing you.

 

Don't challenge my wrath, if I caught that you're lying and making disgusting fake love story about us, I will not stop blaming, punishing and telling the truth until you're broken into thousand pieces again and again.

 

I understand that the truth is difficult to accept. Being my trash might make life difficult to move on, but grown-ups should have the courage to live with the truth. You're not the only one who has ever been abandoned. We may all have been someone's trash before, it's a very normal thing. Those who love us should accept us, we don't have to lie that we were the precious gem of all our ex. If your new woman can't accept your past, so mind and disgust the former truth. You just have to accept the " No" and move on with people who don't care about it but trully care about who you really are.

 

🔴 Recycle

 

If you're worried about your women checking the truth from me, you should talk clearly with me first.

 

There's 2 ways to Recycle from a Bad Trash into a Good one who are worth having.

 

1) You have to correct your badness and go through the penitentiary session.

 

2) Tribute / Fee service to not talk about you or to appropriately disclosure. (10k-50k depends on what you did, your bad and rottenness)

 

Anyhow, my only suggest is that you should accept the truth and be honest to yourself. The women who wants my ex and need credits obviously doesn't really love you at all. You shouldn't keep her by making up your own lies and your false values.

 

To never been my dear subs, my lovers, my precious one doesn't mean you cannot be those to your new one. If she doubted on you, checked you, judges you from the past, you shouldn't date her.

 

A second attempt at making a building in the Cast Iron style evolved into two buildings, each sharing something with my original florist while still being completely unique. These are still a work in progress - more photos after they come back from Rockefeller Center and I can finish the interiors and a few unresolved exterior details.

 

Front facades.

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