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Well what can I say other than thank you for all your wonderful comments and input with regards to the question I posed "what d o you see?"
Have to say I was expecting a couple of trans woman comments from admirers because that why they follow us isn't it? actually it seems ever increasingly that is not the case. They follow us because we are more feminine than most women nowadays.
So why did I ask the question other than an ego trip. Basically I was in town getting some cash out of the hole in the wall. on the walk down I passed a bunch of workmen putting up Christmas lights and noticed one was a woman who was well built and could hold her own with he lads. Nothing was said by them as I made my way through strings of lights laid all about.
On my way back I walked on the opposite side of the road and noticed that the workmen had stopped for a rest and to untangle yet more lights. two stood talking three were smoking and the woman was sat on a box with a lad sorting the lights out.
I carried on in my own little world when I heard a voice say "nice dress" the voice was female and the above lady was looking at me. and so I returned a "thank you" in my best femme voice and carried on my way. noticing that the lads didn't take a blind bit of notice. And so I started thinking as what did the woman actually see.
"Slowly the west reaches for clothes of new colors
which it passes to a row of ancient trees.
You look, and soon these two worlds both leave you
one part climbs toward heaven, one sinks to earth.
leaving you, not really belonging to either,
not so hopelessly dark as that house that is silent,
not so unswervingly given to the eternal as that thing
that turns to a star each night and climbs--
leaving you (it is impossible to untangle the threads)
your own life, timid and standing high and growing,
so that, sometimes blocked in, sometimes reaching out,
one moment your life is a stone in you, and the next, a star" Rilke
This evening's sunset colours at Holy Corner - looking opposite from the sunrise hitting the church picture you can see next - glorious sunrise and stunning sunset, bracketing the brief, winter day (dark here now just after four in the afternoon). Busy day at work, but I could see this out of our window, and I took just a moment to step outside and snap these quickly with the phone, as the skies were all afire. Gone in moments, but so beautiful while it lasted, we need to drink in these magical moments when they come past us.
Slowly the west reaches for clothes of new colors
which it passes to a row of ancient trees.
You look, and soon these two worlds both leave you
one part climbs toward heaven, one sinks to earth.
leaving you, not really belonging to either,
not so hopelessly dark as that house that is silent,
not so unswervingly given to the eternal as that thing
that turns to a star each night and climbs-
leaving you (it is impossible to untangle the threads)
your own life, timid and standing high and growing,
so that, sometimes blocked in, sometimes reaching out,
one moment your life is a stone in you, and the next, a star.
Rainer Maria Rilke, "Sunset".
More fun bells!
Time for the decorations to come out, rediscovering old and new memories. Make the home festive, another way of being creative, goes together with the usual upset of lights not working, untangling ribbon I had so carefully packed...
A number of times I'd put this 'wreath' of brass bells and red ribbon, hanging on one of our inner doors, on my head for fun (and because I'm a bit mad???), now it was serious!
Crowned by the jingling bells, lol!
Thank you Paul Indigo for the portrait.
May your day be full of goodness, Magda (*_*)
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On a rotting alder log in the Anacortes Community Forest Lands.
Photographed at 1:1.6, or area in photo is 1.6" high.
Bristles around the edge are most easily seen in fungus at lower left.
Click on photo to enlarge it.
Thanks to Dave (in note below) for its ID.
From Wikipedia: "Scutellinia is a genus of cup-fungi in the family Pyronemataceae. The genus is widely distributed, especially in the Northern Hemisphere, and according to the Dictionary of the Fungi (10th edition, 2008), contains 66 species" Another reference indicated that the species were not entirely untangled.
A lovely evening at the beach. Sorry I'm missing. Taking a bit of a break from flickr etc.
First the fisherman. Then I included the youngsters at the water's edge as that view seemed quite unique. Their game (by now) was probably "last to escape the incoming tide!", after exhausting themselves practicing many moves from "WWE" (world wrestling entertainment). So much healthier than sticking one's face in an iPad all day. The last element that just fell in to place was the person stepping towards the sun near the far right. You just can't plan stuff like this!
Earlier I had saved a Seagull. I don't particularly like Seagulls but the poor thing had tangled its wing in fishing line (a bit further down the beach). Fortunately the hook didn't seem to have pierced any flesh but the hook, bait, sinker, etc. was all tangled around / through / between wing feathers so the poor bird couldn't fly. The desperate creature was very fierce at first nipping me repeatedly but turns out their shout is much worse than their bite. Soon enough a couple of other passers by joined in to help untangle the victim. At first I had thought the bird was badly injured. But as soon as we had it free and released it it was back to the flock and not a glance back to say thank you. I really don't like seagulls. But now I know how wonderful and soft their feathers are!
Tech boring: (Camera clock is still for daylight savings... real time was 17:30 not 18:30) I love this tiny camera. Wish it had a flip up screen but apart from that it's perfect. For this type of photograph I often like to pre-set everything including the focus (i.e. manual focus, manual everything including an aperture that gives me plenty of depth of field balanced by a shutter speed that's quick enough to easily handhold but not so quick to freeze all motion. One balances all this by choosing an ISO as near to the camera's base ISO as possible. Obviously it was also NB here not to over expose and blow highlights. This all sounds complex but is a thought pattern that gets quicker with practice. Of course one could opt not to think. And just put the mode to Intelligent Auto, whatever that means, and let the camera decide.)
Once i've pre-set everything I'm free to think less and just compose and shoot. Till the light changes :-)
Title.
Central Park sidewalk.
( LUMIX G3 shot )
Central Park, Manhattan, New York, USA. 2017. ... 7 / 9
(Today's photo. It's unpublished.)
Images:
The Beatles … Across The Universe
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My new novel
B♭ (B Flat)
Volume 15 😄
The following is still in its draft stage and will be revised further.
Key parts are not disclosed.
The order of the content shown here is mixed.
(Of course, this is not the final version.)
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My new novel
B♭ (B Flat)
The summer afternoon light in Manhattan flashed off the glass faces of the towers; each time the asphalt’s heat shimmered through an alley, the vast edifice of the FBI’s New York field office seemed to inhale the city’s clamor and, while remaining immovably composed, exuded the taut vigilance and tension within. Behind the heavy iron door set at that corner, the countless gazes of surveillance cameras and the movements of guards intertwined, announcing an order that would not be shaken by the heat waves or the bustle outside.
Special Agent Veronica Reeves—bearing a wealth of experience yet possessed of an uncompromising, honed gaze—sat reading, in quiet concentration, through the sheaf of reports that had been compiled so far, spread across the long table by the window. Whenever the summer breeze outside brushed the glass and rippled the air, her thought answered in kind, narrowing to the tiniest details and sculpting, in three dimensions within her mind, the range and consequences of the incident.
Her hands reconstructed the numbers and map symbols on the pages as if to include the city’s heated pedestrian flows, traffic lines, and the density of clustered buildings; her methodical ordering of the initial response bore a cold, tranquil certainty. The white glare of the overhead fluorescents trembled across the papers; even the shadows that wavered at the edge of her sight seemed to be folded into her analysis as unknown variables. With a fingertip she traced a point on the map, instantaneously combining thoroughfares, crowd densities, and building concentrations, rendering a volumetric sense of the scene inside her head.
The ring of telephones, the faint hiss of radios, and the distant wail of sirens in the streets were not mere noise to her but additional strata of information to be quietly assimilated. Her eyes were the very image of composure; yet the slight twitch in some muscles, the tremor in her fingers, betrayed a crisis-awareness coiled within—she displayed no outward emotion, advancing only with facts and inference.
She gathered the documents, exhaled deeply, and, staring out at the summer light and heat beyond the window, quietly contemplated her next move. Slowly she settled into her chair, arranged the bundle of reports before her, and with the city’s wavering heat at her back began to reconstruct the timeline in her mind. The intersections where red and green signals interlaced, the scent of exhaust hanging at street corners, the walking pace of passersby, the shadows of cars parked along curbs—each of these linked to the figures on the page and the marks on the map to conjure the three-dimensional flow of New York within her thought.
Fragments of reports arriving via radio and phone were drawn into the net of her analysis and placed into time and space. At what moment, and in which place, did the flow of people shift? Who might have entered which building? Combining traffic congestion, crowd movement, and the structure of buildings, she sought to reconstruct the entirety of the scene with minimal margin for error.
Her eyes remained calm, yet the fine tension of her muscles hinted at the vigilance beneath. Tracing a point on the map with a fingertip, she called up memories of past incidents and urban-planning data, calculating risk for each scenario. City layout, crowd density, locations of exits—every element was aligned upon a grid of logic, and all conceivable contingencies were hypothesized.
The outside heat warped the window glass; the city’s murmur and the distant siren did not break her focus but rather deepened the realism of the scenario she ran in her mind. Numbers on the page and the city’s tangible image overlapped within a cold rationality, and she prepared to derive the next action with precision.
Her gaze rested on photographs among the documents; she scrutinized the expressions of the crowd, the placement of security personnel, the positions of obstacles. Her look was merciless and exacting, missing no slight incongruity, refusing to be swayed by the city’s heat, attempting instead to enclose every variable within the net of reason.
In the office, where the cool air from the conditioning braided with summer’s heat, her thinking increased in speed—quietly, inexorably. What might happen next? Which routes were safe and which dangerous? Momentary judgments here could determine the safety of the crowd and the candidate’s life. Logic, steady and unyielding, wound through her hands like the thread that could untangle the city’s complexity.
Before her lay not only papers but computer screens and radio displays—sources of fragmented information that gained meaning only after passing through Veronica’s filter. The work of composing the whole from data and observed reality advanced, cool and silent, amid the city’s warmth.
Each time her fingertip traced the map, Manhattan’s streets materialized three-dimensionally in her mind: building density, pedestrian flows, surveillance-camera arcs, guard positions—linked together by a merciless chain of logic that suggested the next moves. Veronica inhaled and exhaled deeply; in that mute rhythm she connected all variables, fixing her attention on the heart of the matter. The distant sirens, car horns, and the footfalls of people pausing at an intersection became pieces of a puzzle that melted into a stream of reason. The city shimmered under heat; light and shadow fractured and scattered—but Veronica’s mind passed through that heat and outlined the incident in its entirety.
She reached for the office extension, feeling the cool resin of the handset between her fingers, and called Deputy Special Agent Elliot. “Put me through to Jack Vance of the Secret Service,” she said.
“Copy. I’ll contact Jack immediately.”
On the other end, his voice feigned calm while carrying a filament of tension. His eyes were on the streets beyond the window, unconsciously tracking intersections and pedestrian flows, instantly computing each possible outcome. Fingers rested on the keyboard; he checked the radio terminal and looped the next potential events into the net of his thought. Elliot’s “copy” was not a mere acknowledgment but a confirmation of steady judgement in the face of urban turbulence—and a quiet testament to his faith in Veronica.
A black Ford SUV tore through the heat of the streets. Jack gripped the wheel; impatience etched his profile. In the back seat, Anna drew herself close, stretching an arm protectively over the children while still forcing her voice out. “Watch the road, Jack!” The vehicle bucked under its own motion; the children’s voices rose—part cheer, part scream—caught between terror and exhilaration. Beside them, Mika bit her lip and, speechless, stitched her gaze to the window.
Behind, a pursuing car growled; bullets kissed the asphalt and left a metallic tang in the air. Sparks flared against concrete facades; gunfire scraped at the city’s skin. Jack’s Ford ignored lights and crowds alike, mounting the sidewalk as if to fling aside the screams of the throng in its wake.
Soon the massive shadow of the Jacob K. Javits Federal Building fell across them. The tower of steel and glass reflected the noonday light with a hard edge, standing high and concentrated like the city’s own tension made architecture. Veronica Reeves stood by the window and followed the car’s black silhouette at her feet. “…No,” she said under her breath. “That Ford tearing along the sidewalk—surely that isn’t you?”
Jack’s voice crackled over the radio, rough and breathless. “We were being chased! We just happened to come here—this isn’t my doing!”
Veronica held her breath and instantly issued orders to Deputy Special Agent Elliot. “Contact the NYPD now. Lock down every street and avenue.”
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My new novel:
B♭ (B-flat)
There’s still more to come. 😃
(This is not the final draft.)
Set in New York City.
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Soundtrack.
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Note: I gave a brief explanation of this novel in the following video:
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iTunes Playlist Link::
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My new novel:
B♭ (B-flat)
Notes
1. "Bombay Blood Type (hh type)"
•Characteristics: A rare blood type that lacks the usual ABO antigens — cannot be classified as A, B, or O.
•Discovery: First identified in 1952 in Mumbai, India (formerly Bombay).
•Prevalence: Roughly 1 in 10,000 people in India; globally, about 1 in 2.5 million.
•Transfusion Compatibility: Only compatible with blood from other Bombay type donors.
2. 2024 Harvard University Valedictorian Speech – The Power of Not Knowing
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3. Shots Fired at Trump Rally
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Title.
セントラルパークの側道。
( LUMIX G3 shot )
マンハッタン。ニューヨーク。アメリカ。2017. … 7 / 9
(今日の写真。それは未発表です。）
Images:
The Beatles … Across The Universe 和訳
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僕の新しい小説。
B♭ （ビーフラット）
第15弾。 😄
以下は、まだ初稿の段階です。まだ推敲します。
重要な部分は公開していません。
公開している内容の順番はバラバラです。
(もちろん最終稿ではありません。)
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僕の新しい小説。
B♭ （ビーフラット）
マンハッタンの夏の午後の光が高層ビル群のガラスにぎらつき、アスファルトの熱気が路地を揺らすたびに、FBIニューヨーク支局の巨大な建物は都市の喧騒を吸い込み、どっしりと静けさを保ちながらも、その内部に張り詰めた警戒と緊張をにじませていた。その角に設えられた厚い鉄の扉の向こうでは、監視カメラの無数の視線と警備員の動きが絡み合い、外界の熱波や人々のざわめきにも揺るがぬ秩序を守っていることを告げていた。
ヴェロニカ・リーヴス特別捜査官は、豊富な経験を背負いながらもなお研ぎ澄まされた眼差しで、窓際の長机に広げられた、これまでに起こった報告がまとめられた資料の束を静かに読み解いていた。外の夏風がわずかに窓に当たり、空気を揺らすたび、彼女の思考もそれに呼応するように細部まで集中され、事件の可能性や影響範囲を論理の中に立体的に描き出していった。
書類に記された数字や地図の記号を、熱せられた街の動線や人々の流れ、ビルの密集度までを含めるかのように頭の中で再構築し、事件の初動を論理的に整理していく手つきには、冷たくも静かな確信が宿っていた。
天井の蛍光灯の白い光が、紙面に落ちる影を揺らし、視界の隅で揺れるその影さえも、未知の変数として分析に取り込まれているかのようであった。ヴェロニカは指先で地図上の一点をなぞり、都市の動線、人の密度、建築の密集度を瞬時に組み合わせ、頭の中で現場の立体的な状況を描き出していた。
電話のベルや無線のかすかなノイズ、外の街路で響く遠いサイレンの音も、彼女にとっては雑音ではなく、分析のための情報の層として静かに整理されていった。
瞳は冷静そのもので、しかし微細な筋肉の動きや指の震えは、内側に潜む危機意識を示し、見る者には感情を一切表さず、事実と推論だけを前に進める姿勢が伝わってきた。
ヴェロニカは書類をまとめ、深く息を吐き、窓の向こうに広がる夏の都市の光と熱を見据えながら、静かに次の一手を思案していた。
ヴェロニカはゆっくりと椅子に腰を下ろし、資料の束を前に整えると、窓の外で揺れる熱気を背に、まず事件の時間軸を頭の中で再構築しはじめた。信号の赤や青が交錯する交差点、街角に漂う排気ガスの匂い、通行人の歩行速度、路上に停められた車の影――それらすべてが、紙面の数字や地図上の印と結びつき、ニューヨークという巨大な都市の立体的な動線を彼女の思考に浮かび上がらせた。
無線や電話からの断片的な報告も、彼女の分析の網に吸い込まれ、時間と空間に配置される。どの瞬間に、どの場所で、人々の流れが変化したか。誰がどの建物に潜入した可能性があるか。交通の混雑状況と、観衆の動き、建築物の構造を組み合わせ、最小の推測誤差で現場の全貌を描く。
彼女の瞳は冷静そのもので、しかし微細な筋肉の緊張が、その奥に潜む危機意識を示していた。手元の地図の一点を指でなぞり、過去の事件や都市計画のデータを呼び出しながら、シナリオごとにリスクを計算する。都市の構造、観衆の密度、出口の配置――あらゆる要素を論理のグリッドに沿って並べ、想像されるすべての事態を仮定する。
外の熱気は窓ガラスを揺らし、街のざわめきや遠くで響くサイレンは、彼女の集中をかき乱すどころか、逆に現場の臨場感を補強し、頭の中のシミュレーションに奥行きを与えた。紙面の数字と街の実像が、冷たい理性の中で重なり合い、彼女は次の一手を論理的に導き出す準備を整えていった。
ヴェロニカは資料の中の写真に目を留め、観衆の表情や警備員の配置、障害物の位置を詳細に分析した。その視線は冷徹でありながらも、微細な違和感や不自然さを見逃さず、都市の熱気に流されることなく、論理の網の中に全ての変数を捕らえようとしていた。
冷房の空気と夏の熱気が交錯するオフィス内で、彼女の思考は静かに、しかし確実に速度を上げていく。次に何が起こりうるか、どのルートが安全で、どのルートが危険か。瞬間ごとの判断が、観衆の安全と候補者の命を左右する。論理は揺るぎなく、都市の複雑さを紐解く糸のように彼女の手の中で絡まり合った。
彼女の前には資料だけでなく、コンピュータの画面や無線のディスプレイも並ぶ。それらは断片的な情報の源にすぎず、ヴェロニカの思考というフィルターを通すことで初めて意味を持つ。データと現実の光景を繋ぎ、事件の全体像を構築する作業は、夏の街の熱気の中でも冷たく静かに進行した。
彼女の指先が地図をなぞるたび、都市の街路が脳内で立体的に浮かび上がり、建物の密度、通行人の流れ、監視カメラの視野、警備員の位置が、冷徹な論理の中で連鎖し、次の行動を示唆する。ヴェロニカは深く息を吸い、吐き出すと同時に、無言のうちに全ての変数を繋ぎ合わせ、事件の核心へと視線を固定した。その瞬間、遠くの街路から聞こえるサイレンの音や車のクラクション、交差点で立ち止まる人々の足音が、彼女の頭の中ではパズルのピースとなり、論理的な流れの中に溶け込んでいった。都市は暑さに揺れ、光と影が乱反射するが、ヴェロニカの思考は静かに、その熱気を透過して事件の全体像を描き出していった。
ヴェロニカは、静かに内線電話の受話器を手に取り、その冷たい樹脂の感触を指先で確かめながら、エリオット副特別捜査官を呼び出し、いった。
「シークレットサービスのジャックバンスにつないで」
「了解。ジャックに直ちに連絡する。」
受話器の向こうで、彼の声は冷静を装いながらも、微細な緊張を含んでいた。目は窓の外に向けられ、街路の交差点や通行人の流れを無意識に追い、あらゆる可能性を瞬時に計算する。手元のキーボードに指を触れ、無線端末を確認しながら、次に何が起こるかを思考の網にかける。
エリオットの「了解」は、単なる返事ではなく、都市の混沌を前にした冷静な判断の証であり、ヴェロニカへの信頼を静かに裏付けていた。
黒のSUVフォードは、夏の熱気を押し裂くように街路を駆け抜けていた。ハンドルを握るジャックの横顔には焦燥が張りつき、後部座席に身を寄せたアナは、子供たちを庇うように腕を伸ばしながら、それでも必死に声を張り上げた。
「前を見て、ジャック！」
車体の振動に身を揺らしながら、子供たちは歓声とも悲鳴ともつかぬ声をあげ、恐怖と興奮の境を知らぬままに笑った。その隣でミカは唇を噛み、言葉を失ったまま窓の外に視線を縫いつけられていた。
背後では追撃の車が唸りを上げ、硝煙の匂いを残して弾丸がアスファルトを跳ねた。コンクリートの壁面に火花が散り、都市の皮膚を削るようにして銃声が響く。ジャックのフォードは信号も人波も無視し、歩道へと飛び込み、群衆の悲鳴を振り払うように疾走した。
やがて、ジェイコブ・K・ジャヴィッツ連邦ビルがその巨大な影を落とした。
鉄とガラスの塔は真昼の光を硬質に反射し、都市の緊張を凝縮させてそびえ立っていた。ヴェロニカ・リーヴス特別捜査官は窓辺に立ち、視線を落とした足元に黒い車体の影を認めた。
「……まさか。歩道を突っ走っているあのフォード、あなたたちじゃないでしょうね？」
無線に混じってジャックの声が荒々しく返る。
「追われてたんだ！ たまたまここに来ただけだ、俺のせいじゃない！」
ヴェロニカは息を詰め、即座にエリオット副特別捜査官へと指示を放った。
「すぐにNYPDへ。すべてのストリートとアヴェニューを封鎖して。」
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僕の新しい小説。
B♭ （ビーフラット）
舞台はニューヨークです。
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Soundtrack.
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追記 この小説を多少説明しました。
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メモ
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「Bombay型（ボンベイ型、hh型）」
•特徴：通常のABO血液型を持たない（A、B、Oに分類されない）特殊な型。
•発見地：1952年、インド・ムンバイ（旧ボンベイ）で初めて確認。
•発生頻度：インドでは1万人に1人程度だが、世界的には約250万人に1人とも。
•輸血制限：同じBombay型しか輸血できない。
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2024年ハーバード大学首席の卒業式スピーチ『知らないことの力』
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Shots fired at Trump rally
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I was near Walmart, so I stopped in to see if they had Catrine Demew, which of course they didn't, but ended up buying Clawdeen who I had no intention of buying LOL. I love her outfit, especially her furry shrug & her shoes. Her makeup is soft, & her hair only has a little purple in it so they didn't over-do her. Unfortunately, unlike Jinafire, Clawdeen's hair was a knotty mess out of the box, so I had to spend time untangling & smoothing.
Streetcar #948, built in 1923-1924 by Perley A. Thomas.
The St. Charles Ave streetcar line has been operating since 1835 and is the oldest running line in the world.
"Streetcars in New Orleans, Louisiana have been an integral part of the city's public transportation network since the first half of the 19th century. The longest of New Orleans' streetcar lines, the St. Charles Avenue line, is the oldest continuously operating street railway system in the world.[4] Today, the streetcars are operated by the New Orleans Regional Transit Authority (RTA).
There are currently five operating streetcar lines in New Orleans: The St. Charles Avenue Line, the Riverfront Line, the Canal Street Line (which has two branches), and the Loyola Avenue Line and Rampart/St. Claude Line (which are operated as one through-routed line). The St. Charles Avenue Line is the only line that has operated continuously throughout New Orleans' streetcar history (though service was interrupted after Hurricane Katrina in August 2005 and resumed only in part in December 2006, as noted below). All other lines were replaced by bus service in the period from the late 1940s to the early 1960s. Preservationists were unable to save the streetcars on Canal Street, but were able to convince the city government to protect the St. Charles Avenue Line by granting it historic landmark status. In the later 20th century, trends began to favor rail transit again. A short Riverfront Line started service in 1988, and service returned to Canal Street in 2004, 40 years after it had been shut down.[5]
The wide destruction wrought on the city by Hurricane Katrina and subsequent floods from the levee breaches in August 2005 knocked all the streetcar lines out of operation and damaged many of the streetcars. Service on a portion of the Canal Street line was restored in December of that year, with the remainder of the line and the Riverfront line returning to service in early 2006. On December 23, 2007, the Regional Transit Authority (RTA) extended service from Napoleon Avenue to the end of historic St. Charles Avenue (the "Riverbend"). On June 22, 2008 service was restored to the end of the line at South Carrollton Avenue & South Claiborne Avenue.
History[edit]
The definitive history of New Orleans streetcars is found in Louis Hennick and Harper Charlton, The Streetcars of New Orleans, Pelican Press,[6] which is the source for this summary of New Orleans streetcar history.
Beginnings[edit]
On April 23, 1831, the Pontchartrain Railroad Company (PRR) established the first rail service in New Orleans along a five-mile line running north on Elysian Fields Avenue from the Mississippi River toward Lake Pontchartrain. These first trains, however, were pulled by horses because the engines had not yet arrived from England. The PRR received its first working steam engine the next year, and first put it into service on September 27, 1832. Service continued in a mixed fashion, running sometimes with locomotives, and at other times with horse traction. A round trip fare at that time was seventy-five cents.[7]
Those first operations included inter-city and suburban railroad lines, and horse-drawn (or mule-drawn) omnibus lines. (An omnibus is essentially a smaller form of a stagecoach.) The first lines of city rail service were created by the New Orleans and Carrollton Railroad, which in 1835 opened three lines. In the first week of January, the company opened its Poydras-Magazine horse-drawn line on its namesake streets (Poydras Street and Magazine Street), the first true street railway line in the city. New York City was the only place to precede New Orleans with street railway service. Then a horse-drawn line to the suburb of Lafayette, which was centered on Jackson Avenue, opened on January 13. In September, the New Orleans and Carrollton started operating its third line, a steam-powered line along present-day St. Charles Avenue, then called Nayades, connecting the city with the suburb of Carrollton, and terminating near the present-day intersection of St. Charles Avenue and Carrollton Avenue. The Poydras-Magazine line ceased operation in March or April 1836, about the time that a new La Course Street line was opened along that street (now named Race Street). That line ended in the 1840s, but the Lafayette and Carrollton lines continued, eventually becoming the Jackson and St. Charles streetcar lines.[8]
As the area upriver (uptown) from the city began to be built up—much of the new development along the Nayades (St. Charles Avenue) corridor—additional lines were created by the New Orleans and Carrollton. On February 4, 1850, branch lines were opened on Louisiana and Napoleon Avenues. Like the Jackson line, these were horse- or mule-drawn cars, operating from Nayades Avenue to the river along their namesake streets.[9] The Louisiana line was lightly patronized, and was discontinued in 1878. The Napoleon line continued into the next century.[10]
Up until about 1860, omnibus lines provided the only public transit outside the area serviced by the New Orleans and Carrollton RR. The need was felt for a true citywide street railway service. Toward this end, the New Orleans City RR was chartered on June 15, 1860. The first line, Rampart and Esplanade (later called simply Esplanade), opened June 1, 1861, followed in quick succession by the Magazine, Camp and Prytania (later called Prytania), Canal, Rampart and Dauphine (later Dauphine), and finally Bayou Bridge and City Park. Despite the beginnings of war, the company opened and continued service on its new lines. A few other efforts were attempted during the Civil War, but progress resumed soon after the war's end.[11]
In 1866, several additional street railway companies made their appearance in New Orleans. The first was the Magazine Street Railroad Co., which soon merged with the second, the Crescent City Railroad Co. The St. Charles Street Railroad Co. was next, followed in 1867 by the Canal and Claiborne Streets Railroad Co. and in 1868 by the Orleans Railroad Co. The horsecar lines of these companies covered different parts of the city, overlapping in some areas. The City RR even operated a steam railroad to Lake Ponchartrain, the West End line, which eventually became part of the city streetcar system.[12]
Horsecar companies and lines operated[edit]
In the late 1800s, these were the streetcar companies and the lines they operated:[13]
The coming of electrification[edit]
A number of experiments were tried out over the next few decades in an attempt to find a better method than horses or mules for propulsion of streetcars. These included an overhead cable car system (an underground cable, such as was eventually developed in San Francisco, was impossible because of the high water table under New Orleans); a walking beam system; peneumatic propulsion; an ammonia locomotive; a "Thermo-specific" system using super-heated water; and the Lamm Fireless engine.[14] Lamm engines were actually adopted and used for a time on the New Orleans and Carrollton line, which had previously used steam locomotives. That line gradually gave up steam locomotives because of the objections of residents along the line to the smoke, soot, and noise. The area between the town of Carrollton and the City of New Orleans was sparsely populated with large swaths of agricultural land when the line was laid out in the 1830s; by the latter 19th century it was almost completely urbanized. Carrollton was annexed to New Orleans in 1874. Due to this increased urbanization, horsecars were used on the entire line.[15]
Electrical propulsion of streetcars finally won out over all the other experimental methods. Electric powered streetcars made their first appearance in New Orleans on the Carrollton line on February 1, 1893. The line was also extended out Carrollton Avenue and renamed St. Charles.[16]
Other companies followed suit. Over the next few years, almost all the streetcar lines of all six companies were electrified, including the West End steam line; the few lines that remained animal powered, such as the Girod and Poydras, were discontinued.[17] Also, operations of the six companies began to be consolidated at this time, beginning with formation of the New Orleans Traction Co., which took over operation of the New Orleans City and Lake RR (an 1883 renaming of the New Orleans City RR) and the Crescent City RR in 1892. New Orleans Traction became the New Orleans City RR in 1899, the second company to use that name. The Canal and Claiborne company was merged into the New Orleans and Carrollton in 1899. Then in 1902, New Orleans Railways Co. took over operation of all city streetcars, and in 1905 the operating company became New Orleans Railway and Light Co. Final consolidation of ownership as well as operation finally became reality in 1922 with the formation of New Orleans Public Service Incorporated (commonly abbreviated NOPSI, never NOPS).[18]
Electric streetcars under consolidated operation[edit]
Labor problems began to occupy the attention of street railway officials as consolidation progressed. At first, each of the street railway companies had its own agreement with its operating personnel. New Orleans Railways tried to maintain those separate agreements, but labor representatives insisted on one agreement for the entire company. They also demanded an increase in pay and recognition of their union, Division 194 of the Amalgamated Association of Street and Electric Railway Employees of America. The union struck on September 27, 1902. After about two weeks of strife, a settlement was reached, and in early 1903, the company signed a contract and recognized the union.[19]
In 1902, there were protests when the Louisiana legislature mandated that public transportation must enforce racial segregation. At first this was objected to by both white and black riders as an inconvenience, and by the streetcar companies on grounds of both added expense and the difficulties of determining the racial background of some New Orleanians.
Consolidation of operations under a single company had the advantage of untangling and rationalizing some streetcar lines. As an extreme example, consider the Coliseum line, which had the nickname Snake Line, because it wandered all over uptown New Orleans. Its early name Canal and Coliseum and Upper Magazine gives an idea of the route. Under consolidation, Coliseum was pretty much limited to service on its namesake street, with trackage on upper Magazine Street turned over to the Magazine line, as one might expect. Other efficiencies were instituted, such as reducing the number of streetcar lines operating over long stretches of Canal Street.[20]
There was another strike beginning July 1, 1920. This one was settled around the end of July with a new contract.[21]
In the early 1920s, several extensions and rearrangements of service resulted in the inauguration of the famous Desire line, the Freret line, the Gentilly line, and the St. Claude line.[22]
In 1929, there was a widespread strike by transit workers demanding better pay, which was widely supported by much of the public. Sandwiches on baguettes were given to the "poor boys" on strike, said to be the origin of the local name of "po' boy" sandwiches. There was much rioting and animosity. Several streetcars were burned, and several people were killed. Service was gradually restored, with the strike ending in October.[23]
The same year, the last of the 4 ft 8 1⁄2 in (1,435 mm) standard gauge tracks were converted to 5 ft 2 1⁄2 in (1,588 mm) (Pennsylvania trolley gauge) to match the rest of the streetcar lines.[24]
Buses began to be used in New Orleans transit in 1924. Several streetcar lines were converted to bus over the next 15 years. Beginning after World War II, as in much of the United States, many streetcar lines were replaced with buses, either internal combustion (gasoline/diesel) or electric (trolley bus).[25]
The last four streetcar lines in New Orleans were the S. Claiborne and Napoleon lines, which were converted to motor bus in 1953; the Canal, which was converted in 1964; and the St. Charles, which has continued in operation, and now has historic landmark status.[26]
Racial segregation on streetcars and buses in New Orleans was finally ended peacefully in 1958. Until then, signs separating the races were carried on the backs of the seats in streetcars and buses. These signs could be moved forward or back in the vehicle as passenger loads changed during the operating day. Under court order, the signs were simply removed, and passengers were allowed to sit wherever they pleased.
In 1974, the Amalgamated won a representation election and formed Local Division 1560 in New Orleans. Negotiations between the union and NOPSI were unsuccessful, and a strike followed. In December 1974, a contract was signed between NOPSI and Local 1560, but the strike was not completely settled until the following March.[27]
In the late 1970s and early 1980s, it became apparent that private operation of the New Orleans transit system could not continue. Creation of a public body that could receive tax money and qualify for federal funding was necessary. The Louisiana legislature created the New Orleans Regional Transit Authority (RTA) in 1979, and in 1983, RTA took over ownership and operation of the system.[28]
In 1988, a new Riverfront line was created, using private right of way along the river levee. This was the first new streetcar line in New Orleans since 1926. Then in 2004, the Canal line was restored to rail operation.[29] See the Current Lines and Future Network Expansion sections below.
Hurricane Katrina[edit]
Main article: Effects of Hurricane Katrina in New Orleans
Fallen pole across St. Charles streetcar tracks.
The area through which the St. Charles Avenue Line traveled fared comparatively well in Hurricane Katrina's devastating impact on New Orleans at the end of August 2005, with moderate flooding only of the two ends of the line at Claiborne Avenue and at Canal Street. However, wind damage and falling trees took out many sections of trolley wire along St. Charles Avenue, and vehicles parked on the neutral ground (traffic medians) over the inactive tracks degraded parts of the right-of-way. At the start of October 2005, as this part of town started being repopulated, bus service began running on the St. Charles line.
The section running from Canal Street to Lee Circle via Carondelet Street and St. Charles Street in the Central Business District was restored December 19, 2006 at 10:30 a.m. Central time. Service from Lee Circle to Napoleon Avenue in uptown New Orleans was restored November 10, 2007 at 2:00 p.m. RTA restored streetcar service on the rest of St. Charles Ave. on December 23, 2007. Service along the remainder of the line on Carrollton Ave. to Claiborne Avenue resumed June 22, 2008.[30][31][32][33] The time was needed to repair the damage caused by Hurricane Katrina and to perform other maintenance and upgrades to the lines that had been scheduled before the hurricane. Leaving the line shut down and the electrical system unpowered allowed the upgrades to be performed more safely and easily.
Perhaps more serious was the effect on the system's rolling stock. The vintage green streetcars rode out the storm in the sealed barn in a portion of Old Carrollton that did not flood, and were undamaged. However, the newer red cars (with the exception of one which was in Carrollton for repair work at the time) were in a different barn that unfortunately did flood, and all of them were rendered inoperable; early estimates were that each car would cost between $800,000 and $1,000,000 to restore. In December 2006, RTA received a $46 million grant to help pay for the car restoration efforts. The first restored cars were to be placed in service early in 2009.
Service on the Canal Street Line was restored in December 2005, with several historic St. Charles line green cars transferred to serve there while the flood-damaged red cars were being repaired. The eventual reopening of all lines was made a major priority for the city as it rebuilt.
Brookville Equipment Corporation (BEC) of Pennsylvania was awarded the contract to provide the components to rebuild 31 New Orleans' streetcars to help the city bring its transportation infrastructure closer to full capacity. The streetcars were submerged in over five feet of water while parked in their car barn, and all electrical components affected by the flooding had to be replaced.[34] BEC's engineering and drafting departments immediately began work on this three-year project to return these New Orleans icons to service. The trucks for the cars were remanufactured by BEC with upgraded Saminco drives and TMV control systems.[35] Painting, body work, and final assembly of the restored streetcars was carried out by RTA craftsmen at Carrollton Station Shops. As of March 2009, sufficient red cars had been repaired to take over all service on the Canal Street and Riverfront lines. As of June 2009, the last three Canal Street cars were scheduled for repair. The seven Riverfront cars were worked on next; they began to return to service in early 2010.[36]
Current lines[edit]
The St. Charles Streetcar Line is the oldest continuously operating streetcar line in the world, having opened in 1835. Each car operating on the line is a historic landmark. It runs from Canal Street all the way to the end of St. Charles Avenue at South Carrolton Avenue, then out South Carrolton Avenue to its terminal at Carrolton and Claiborne.
The Canal Streetcar Line, which originally operated from 1861 to 1964 and which was rebuilt and reopened in 2004, runs the entire length of Canal Street, from near the Mississippi River to the cemeteries at City Park Avenue. A branch streetcar line turns off of Canal Street into North Carrollton Avenue to the entrance of City Park at Esplanade Avenue, near the New Orleans Museum of Art. Beginning July 31, 2017, and completed on December 4, a new loop terminal for the Cemeteries Branch was built north of City Park Avenue on Canal Boulevard, providing passengers with better access to transfer between the streetcars and connecting bus lines. Following a month of testing and training, the new loop went into service January 7, 2018.[37][38] At times in the past, some Canal cars have operated through on the Riverfront tracks from the French Market terminal to Canal Street, before proceeding out Canal. Effective Sunday September 30, 2018, both branches of the Canal line operate 24 hours a day, and operate on the Riverfront tracks between Canal Street and the French Market terminal at Esplanade.[39]
The Riverfront Streetcar Line opened October 14, 1988, and runs parallel to the river from Esplanade Avenue along the edge of the French Quarter, past Canal Street, to the Convention Center above Julia Street in the Arts District.
The Rampart–St. Claude Streetcar Line, opened on January 28, 2013, running along Loyola Avenue from New Orleans Union Passenger Terminal to Canal Street, and was extended along Rampart St., McShane Pl., and St. Claude Avenue to Elysian Fields Avenue effective October 2, 2016. Prior to the extension, it was known as the Loyola-UPT Line and turned off of Loyola Avenue to run along Canal Street to the river, and on weekends on the Riverfront line tracks to the French Market. The line no longer operates down Canal Street to the river, nor offers weekend service on the Riverfront line.[40] The extension of the line to Elysian Fields Avenue was known as the French Quarter Rail Expansion and entailed building 1.5 mi (2.4 km) of track with six sheltered stops, and with track laid in the street next to the neutral ground, like the track for the original 2013 portion of the line. Preparation for construction began in December 2014, and a groundbreaking ceremony was held January 28, 2015 to begin actual construction.[40][41]
Future network expansion[edit]
New Orleans streetcar network:
existing, active planning, future extensions
Original plans for the French Quarter Rail Expansion called for the line to extend to Press Street, and to have a branch extending from St. Claude via Elysian Fields Avenue to connect with the Riverfront line at the foot of Elysian Fields and Esplanade Avenues, but those extensions have not been funded. A future extension is projected down St. Claude Avenue past Press Street to Poland Avenue, next to the Industrial Canal. This would require crossing the Norfolk Southern Railroad at Press Street, which the railroad opposes on safety grounds.[42][43][44][45][46]
Current rolling stock[edit]
The last 19th century Ford Bacon & Davis car (Ole 29), still in work car service on St. Charles Avenue, 2008.
The St. Charles Avenue Line has traditionally used streetcars of the type that were common all over the United States in the early parts of the 20th century. Most of the streetcars running on this line are Perley Thomas cars dating from the 1920s. The one exception is an 1890s vintage streetcar that is still in running condition; it is used for maintenance and special purposes. Unlike most North American cities with streetcar systems, New Orleans never adopted PCC cars in the 1930s or 1940s, and never traded in older streetcars for modern light rail vehicles in the later 20th century. New Orleanians also continue to prefer use of the term streetcar, rather than trolley, tram, or light rail.
In the Carrollton neighborhood, the RTA has a streetcar barn, called Carrollton Station, where the streetcars of the city's lines are stored and maintained. The block wide complex consists of two buildings: an older carbarn at Dante and Jeannette Streets and a newer barn at Willow and Dublin Streets. The shop there has become adept at duplicating any part needed for the vintage cars.[4]
With the addition of the new Riverfront and Canal lines, more vehicles were needed for the system. The RTA's shops built two groups of modern cars as near duplicates of the older cars in appearance. One group of seven cars was built for the Riverfront line in 1997, and another group for the restored Canal Street line in 1999 (one car) and 2002–2003 (23 cars). The trucks for the 2002–2003 cars were manufactured by Brookville Equipment Corporation.[47] These new cars can be distinguished from the older vehicles by their bright red color; unlike the older cars, they are ADA-compliant, and the Canal Street cars are air conditioned.
Before Hurricane Katrina, the historic cars ran exclusively on the St. Charles Avenue Line, and the newer cars on the other two lines. However, in the wake of hurricane damage to the St. Charles line tracks and overhead wires, and to almost all of the new red cars, the older cars were run on Canal Street and Riverfront until the new cars could be repaired. Using whatever worked wherever it could be run continued for several years. By 2010 enough restored streetcars were back in service to again confine the historic Perley Thomas cars to the St. Charles line." -wikipedia
There was a real gale blowing as I crossed the Thames to meet girlfriends, so as soon as I got to the pub it was straight to the Ladies to get out my brush and untangle my locks.
Prompts: I'll tell you all of my darkest secrеts You untangle all the knots in my head You unfold me like a wrapped - up blanket And throw me over onto the bed --ar 16:9 --style raw --chaos 15
Song Inspiration: Explicit Content.
Roe Kapara & Chevy - "Before We Croak"
Created with #midjourney #photoshop
Thank you for your visit, faves, and kind comments. 😊
© AI Art Legends 2022
(Note: if you're wearing orange shoes and a pink/orange shirt, you don't have to watch for oncoming traffic -- they'll see you a mile away!)
This was taken at the northeast corner of Broadway and 96th St.
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This is a continuation of a Flickr set that I started in the summer of 2009, and continued in 2010 (in this Flickr set), 2011 (in this Flickr set), 2012 (in this Flickr set), and 2013 (in this Flickr set). As I noted in those earlier sets of photos, I still have many parts of New York City left to explore -- but I've also realized that I don't always have to go looking elsewhere for interesting photographs. Some of it is available just outside my front door.
I live on a street corner on the Upper West Side of Manhattan where there's an express stop on the IRT subway line, as well as a crosstown bus stop, an entrance to the West Side Highway, and the usual range of banks, delis, grocery stores, mobile-phone stores, drug-stores, McDonald’s, Two Boots Pizza, Dunkin' Donuts, Starbucks, Subway, 7-11, and other commercial enterprises. As a result, there are lots of interesting people moving past my apartment building, all day and all night long.
It's easy to find an unobtrusive spot on the edge of the median strip separating the east side of Broadway from the west side; nobody pays any attention to me as they cross the street from east to west, and nobody even looks in my direction as they cross from north to south (or vice versa). In rainy weather, sometimes I huddle under an awning of the T-Mobile phone store on the corner, so I can take pictures of people under their umbrellas, without getting my camera and myself soaking wet...
So, these are some of the people I thought were photo-worthy during the past few weeks and months; I'll add more to the collection as the year progresses ... unless, of course, other parts of New York City turn out to be more compelling from time to time.
The first night on Santa Rosa Island I found the loneliest and most beautiful picnic table in the world. It was lonely because it was so beautiful, I think. And it was beautiful because it was so lonely. Anyway, untangling one superlative from the other would have diminished both qualities.
On it, someone had calmly arranged 1 bovine femur fragment, 1 crustacean carapace, and 1 piece of flotsam.
This is the male of a mated pair. When he tried to leave the nest, while his mate was away, he got tangled up in the nylon fishing line, they had collected to the nest. A major battle ensued to get untangled from the line. It lasted at least 3 minutes of frantic activity. The nylon line is clearly visible in the image. It appears that they have eggs in the nest.
Scissor-tail flycatchers are considered Neotropical migrants – birds that spend their winters in Central and South America, returning to North America to nest and raise young. Their limited nesting range is primarily concentrated in the Southern Great Plains states, from Oklahoma, New Mexico to Louisiana and Nebraska southward to southern Texas.
A Hacienda Sotuta de Peón plantation worker demonstrates how henequen fibres are manually aligned before being pulled into rope lengths.
He swings the fibre bundle onto the spikes and then pulls it towards himself untangling the fibres.
November 8, 2018 – Striped Dolphins slaughter – Taiji, Japan
Taiji: Today a pod of approximately 40 striped dolphins were driven into the Cove. While striped dolphins do not do well in captivity, two were taken to the sea pens in Moriura bay while the rest of the pod was brutally slaughtered. There was utter chaos as panic stricken dolphins were trapped in the nets and struggled to stay alive. Several appeared to drown in the nets before the hunters untangled them. The sounds of thrashing, dying dolphins echoed throughout the Cove. Two skiffs carried the lifeless bodies to the butcher house where these once wild and free dolphins will be processed and packaged.
Credit: DolphinProject.com
Our ragdoll cat loves decorations, especially playing with the lights as we try to untangle them on the floor. Taken some time ago but not posted before - she's too busy chasing mice today (unsuccessfully).
Look, but don't touch! (Worth a look in Lightbox)
I found this fellow in my basement yesterday tangled up in dog hair. I was able to get him untangled and onto a plate--hands-free. It gave me a chance to get my macro lens out as well as upload the last batch of photos I took on July 8--been sitting in my camera that long. Before I found the caterpillar, I made it to the ponds below my school to try to get some shots--mostly without luck. It was nice to get out for some quiet, alone time, nonetheless. I will say shooting this fuzzy little guy didn't do my back any good (nor did cutting grass yesterday, but it has to be done).
Thanks for Viewing.
(A PDF of this image is available here.)
Dear Rep. Boehner,
Recently, you released a chart purportedly describing the organization of the House Democrats' health plan. I think Democrats, Republicans, and independents agree that the problem is very complicated, no matter how you visualize it.
By releasing your chart, instead of meaningfully educating the public, you willfully obfuscated an already complicated proposal. There is no simple proposal to solve this problem. You instead chose to shout "12! 16! 37! 9! 24!" while we were trying to count something.
So, to try and do my duty both to the country and to information design (a profession and skill you have loudly shat upon), I have taken it upon myself to untangle your delightful chart. A few notes:
- I have removed the label referring to "federal website guidelines" as those are not a specific requirement of the Health and Human Services department. They are part of the U.S. Code. I should know: I have to follow them.
- I have relabeled the "Veterans Administration" to the "Department of Veterans' Affairs." The name change took effect in 1989.
- In the one change I made specifically for clarity, I omitted the line connecting the IRS and Health and Human Services department labeled "Individual Tax Return Information."
In the future, please remember that you have a duty to inform the public, and not willfully confuse your constituents.
Sincerely,
Robert Palmer
Resident,
California 53rd District
Version History:
July 21: Original version.
July 22: Added missing link from Surgeon General to Clinical Preventive Services Task Force, noticed by @Fan on freakangels.com (Thanks!)
15th September 2018:
A lovely sunny September day and I spent it saving Izzy and doing my puzzle. Just after Graham had taken Rufus for his morning walk than I checked on Izzy in the garden. No sign of her, but her lead was in our hedge.
I went to see if I could untangle her as usual, but couldn't see her anywhere. Rushed back inside, called Graham and asked him to get back fast. Went back to help Izzy only to find that she'd not only climbed up the inside of the hedge, but had also managed to get over the fence and was in the neighbour's garden. Being attached to her lead I didn't dare just let go of her. She might have got into a far more dangerous muddle.
Graham managed to climb up the garden to get to the gate and I crossed everything that Barbara didn't come home and let Buster & Charlie out (cat hating big dogs). With a bit of encouragement she went to Graham at the gate and he managed to grab her lead/harness and I let go of the other end of her lead. One kitten-cat saved again.
Hadn't got any ideas for today's photo, but liked the light on the throw on the sofa so took a photo.
Better viewed large (possibly) and thank you for your favourites. :O)
At far left is a near-infrared image of galaxy cluster SMACS 0723. A group of massive galaxies below and to the right of the bright central star have distorted, magnified, and mirrored many galaxies in this field.
By quickly examining the image at left by eye, it becomes clearer that one arc may be made up of two similar looking galaxies. Their bright central regions match, despite their stretched appearances. These may be lensed galaxies – one galaxy that is mirrored in a second location. Are they the same? Researchers can’t be sure from the image alone – more data are needed to confirm a match.
Scientists do this by gathering spectra, which spread light out so they can fully examine an object’s makeup. Webb’s Near-Infrared Imager and Slitless Spectrograph (NIRISS), which gathers spectra of every object in any field it observes, was pointed at the galaxy cluster to gather more detail. A segment of the NIRISS grism image (an instrument that has a grating, or stair steps, on a prism), at centre, shows how ionised oxygen and atomic hydrogen emission lines are distributed along the arc.
Next, the spectra from each of these two galaxies were plotted as graphs, shown at right, to reveal their compositions. The graphs, known as spectra, match, which indicates that these arcs are mirror images of the same galaxy. Webb’s spectra from NIRISS also quickly proved that light from both galaxies was emitted 9.3 billion years ago, further confirming they are one and the same.
Using Webb’s NIRISS is like opening a treasure chest overflowing with spectra. For example, this instrument can disperse the spectra along the image vertically and horizontally. Researchers can use both modes to untangle which lines match each source.
Every object’s image can be transformed into spectra like the two shown above. So even if researchers aren’t intending to study a particular galaxy in the field, they may make a surprise discovery.
NIRISS was contributed by the Canadian Space Agency (CSA). The instrument was designed and built by Honeywell in collaboration with the Université de Montréal and the National Research Council Canada.
Get the full array of Webb’s first images and spectra, including downloadable files, here.
Credits: NASA, ESA, CSA, and STScI
Another shot from Sunday, this pose was slightly easier as I knew what I wanted to do. Although the gangs of young people hanging around made it a bit of a self-conscience exercise!
So, the last few uploads I have alluded to big changes that are taking place for me at the moment.
As I have mentioned in the past, in October I successfully got a promotion at work which was amazing! The job is an 18 month secondment which means my old job is held open for me in Chester whilst I work the lifetime of the secondment. However...2 weeks before Christmas, an unexpected email landed with the entire directorate outlined the proposed restructure for all of the various departments.
The upshot of it was my old job and (and department) was set for deletion.
This entire news left us all reeling, what did this mean? Who could we speak to? Why are they doing this?
According to the new structure I was set to be slotted into my secondment to see out the remaining 12 months but ultimately there was no job to return to.
I thought of everything, working through the rest of the 12 months, taking voluntary redundancy, applying for the new jobs created as part of the restructure (there are 2) it was such turmoil.
The whole of Christmas I wrestled with thoughts, every waking moment reverted back to work, all of my conversations ended in 'work' my dreams were of work colleagues!! I can bet no one was dreaming about me!
I actually hadn't appreciated how institutionalised I had become. In an attempt to claw back a semblance of sanity I wrote my CV, a task I haven't done for over 10 years.
And then I looked at myself on paper. OOo, who was this? A lovely career in Local Government...oh wait, hang on- it looks like it could be me.
Who had I become?
I have been doing some training with work around approaching community engagement in a different way, it is called Appreciative Enquiry. To keep it brief, one of the tasks to assist in the process involves engaging your subject in an informal chat to get them to remember a positive time, when it was all going well and life was good- how did you feel? What made it so good? What elements would you need to recreate that feeling now?
Slowly the subject will be able to untangle the areas they want to change and how this might look.
So, I did an Appreciative Enquiry on myself. And I couldn't remember the last time I was truly happy in work. The last time I had fun, that the team was relaxed and the energy flowed.
And right there and then, I realised I needed to take the voluntary redundancy.
And so, here I am now facing the unknown with a mixed sense of feeling, happy to know I am placing myself where I am going to be effective, but nervous about the unknown.
I still hang onto a quote my friend Teresa gave me in 2012: "Magic happens outside the comfort zone".
Here is to magical living.
This image is dedicated to Damian, for always listening and calming me down despite my drama.
Bruno: Hey Dave, we have a small seasonal problem here.
Dave: What's that?
Bruno: Well, you know how I like to be involved in everything that the family does?
Dave: Yes. With two major exceptions.
Bruno: This isn't about the vacuum or canoe.
Dave: Fair enough.
Bruno: Well, it might not have been my brightest idea to help you untangle the Christmas tree lights.
Dave: When did this first occur to you?
Bruno: It took a while for me to wrap my brain around the problem, until my brain got wrapped around by the problem that is.
Dave: I'm with you so far.
Bruno: Well, then I realized that I might be a little too entwined with this project. And if someone breaks out the gingerbread, we might have a major problem with me dragging a tree around the house in a fit of impulse and chaos.
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Bruno getting literally wrapped up in the Christmas spirit. He really does like to be involved in everything.
“You don’t look good this morning Posh, too much apple juice, I think. That was some party though.” Said Bertie rubbing his own sore head with a paw.
“Yes, something like that Bertie. Where is Linda Bear?”
“She went to bed after trying the lampshade challenge.”
“Ah, that was a mistake and I can see that in hindsight.” Admitted Posh.
“She did the challenge all right Posh, but she should not have been carrying that open bottle of maple syrup while doing it. I managed to stand clear but you got covered Bertie.” Said Sky.
“Well, I didn’t think she would even manage to climb up high enough on the chair, let alone to jump from that to the lampshade and then try swinging over to the sofa, holding on with one paw. It was as well someone placed the cushions on the floor so she simply bounced from them and then onto the sofa.” Agreed Bertie.
“To do that and not spill a drop of the maple syrup was remarkable, if only she hadn’t celebrated the way she did we could have got away with it, and stayed syrup free.” Said Posh licking his paw.
“Icecap isn’t happy with you though Posh, he slipped over on that icy slide you made for him.” Said Sky smiling.
“He should have known that ice is slippery, after all, he handles the stuff most of the day. He did sit down rather hard though, I hope it didn’t flatten his tail too much. Anyway, he should have used the tray and sat on that, then slid the full ski-run. It was fun.”
“It was also fun throwing the marshmallows onto that wall that had the picture drawn on it. I think I hit the target five times.” Said Bertie still smiling and licking his fur clean.
“It was fun Bertie but I don’t think I should have tried to lick all the marshmallows up as they left little room for the chocolate cake or those jars of honey.” Said Sky licking his lips.
“What happened to the chocolate cake in the end?” Asked Posh. “I saw Elli trying to balance it on the tip of her trunk, but then I got called away to watch that crazy dog called spot, because he doesn’t have any spots, do a dance of the seven dog blankets. He ended up getting himself in such a tangle it took three bears and a lioness to untangle him.”
“I kind of remember the chocolate cake, I seem to think that while Elli was balancing it so skilfully, she yawned and the cake fell off her trunk and it was not seen again. I was very surprised how energetic Ellie was, as she normally falls asleep after eating. Sometimes even before eating come to think about it.” Said Sky.
“Do you have a headache Sky? You had a lot of apple juice last night for a small bear.” Asked Posh.
“No, Posh, I’m fine thank you. I was careful and diluted my apple juice so it wasn’t strong.”
“That is clever Sky, I wish I had thought of doing that. What did you dilute it with Sky?” Asked Bertie.
“Apple juice, Bertie. Seemed to work a treat. I even thought about opening that bottle of wobbly juice the man drinks, but the top was on tight and by the time I managed to prize it off, most of the juice was on the floor.”
“I wondered what that puddle was when I saw Icecap licking it up.” Said Posh.
“Where is Icecap now?” Asked Bertie.
“Still wobbling about the cold place, he was last heard moaning about his sore head and sore bottom. He’ll be fine as he was sucking ice cubes like they were going out of fashion.”
“Posh, I was wondering if we could try freezing some honey, so we could have honey ice lollies next time.” Asked Sky.
“Yes, good idea Sky, we’ll do that if we remember. Well, I must say that the place looks clean enough now, who did the cleaning?”
“I let the cat in from next door and he had a couple of friends with him and they licked the place spotless. He asked if next time we have a party if we couldn’t have a game called toss the kipper, for him and his mates said that the sugar rush would keep them awake for days.” Giggled Bertie.
“I’ll try and remember that too Bertie. There is one other good thing that come out of the party and that is you two won’t be after my honey today, as you’ll still be full up from last night.” Said Posh.
“That is almost right Posh, we won’t be after your honey today, but it isn’t because we are too full up.”
“No Posh, we won ‘t be after it as your cupboard is bare until I get down to ordering some more for all of us. We kind of borrowed what you had for the party last night.” Added Sky.
“Yes Posh, that was so kind of you to let us do that, I don’t know of another bear that would do that for his mates.” Said Bertie.
“I don’t remember saying you could have my honey for the party.”
“Too much apple juice Sky, see what happens when you get old and drink too much?” Said Bertie Sadly shaking his head. “Poor old Posh, he should have diluted it like you did, Sky.”
maybe a little to much Jack!
This set was the other day and the idea was to just use some old foundation and other products that don't get used much and experiment with some different styles.
Why is it when we do this? the make up turns out better than if I was using the good stuff.
I love this hair style but those curls are a pig to untangle.
Every story begins with learning. Unfolding what is in the deep red middle of your heart. Untangling stray thoughts, lost thoughts, helpless thoughts and marvellous thoughts. Every storyteller must have a throne a crown and a tale to tell. No two tales are ever the same nor should they be.
Prompts: I'll tell you all of my darkest secrеts You untangle all the knots in my head You unfold me like a wrapped - up blanket And throw me over onto the bed --ar 16:9 --style raw --chaos 15
Song Inspiration: Explicit Content.
Roe Kapara & Chevy - "Before We Croak"
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The girls are working on ideas for the Christmas show. While untangling and testing the Christmas lights, they are inspired to join hands and sing the song they have been working on.
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This was lit solely with the string of lights that (partially) appears in the frame. These shortened daylight hours provide more time to play in the lab with this kind of lighting.
HTITFT!
Explored on December 7, 2017. See bighugelabs.com/flickr/scout.php
Store, display and organize all your jewelry The wall hanging frames serve as both artwork and a practical solution to keeping your jewelry neat, untangled and easy to find.
Frames hold earrings, bracelets, watches, bangles, rings, and necklaces.
Had the grandkids all day.. They were great fun and a bit hyper re Christmas!!
Need to go chase the sunset to untangle my brain, whilst Jill fell asleep on the couch!!
We are still regaining our stamina after being 'covidy' earlier this week!!
All systems go for tomorrow!!
Happy Christmas!! (Again!)
Upper Canada Village, on the St Lawrence River, in Ontario, in a reconstitution of a 19th century Royalist village
internet went down, untangled all the wires and cables to the modem thing and wireless thing, reset everything after getting secure......just downloaded new drivers for old scanner....successfully....which is kinda different for me...just posting this so I can remember when i did it , although I'll never remember how I did it....
so if you don't here from me for a while you will know that it was a temporary fluke of good that i needed this morning....
January 12, 2016 - Striped Dolphins Slaughter – at Taiji, Japan
At approximately 8:15am, local Japan time, the Cove Guardians witnessed in horror as the fleet of banger boats again came together in formation.
The pod of 48-50 Striped dolphins were obviously exhausted as they were forced along the coast of Taiji into the killing cove. Quickly once inside the killing cove, the entire family was rushed under the killing tarps where three killers were waiting to end the lives of the innocent pod.
No captives were taken today. The entire pod of 48-50 Striped dolphins was slaughtered.
The atrocities that occurred today will continue until the end of February when the 2015-2016 drive-hunt season ends. The hunters call this tradition, it seems more like the destruction of innocent lives !!!
Sites for more information :
Sea Shepherd Cove Guardians Page (official)
www.facebook.com/SeaShepherdCoveGuardiansOfficialPage
Cove Guardians
www.seashepherd.org/cove-guardians
Photo: Sea Shepherd
Want to go on a galactic treasure hunt? Data known as spectra from NASA’s Webb Telescope make it easy to find – and match up – cosmic prizes!
At far left is a near-infrared image of galaxy cluster SMACS 0723. A group of massive galaxies below and to the right of the bright central star have distorted, magnified, and mirrored many galaxies in this field.
By quickly examining the image at left by eye, it becomes clearer that one arc may be made up of two similar-looking galaxies. Their bright central regions match, despite their stretched appearances. These may be lensed galaxies – one galaxy that is mirrored in a second location. Are they the same? Researchers can’t be sure from the image alone – more data are needed to confirm a match.
Scientists do this by gathering spectra, which spread light out so they can fully examine an object’s makeup. Webb’s Near-Infrared Imager and Slitless Spectrograph (NIRISS), which gathers spectra of every object in any field it observes, was pointed at the galaxy cluster to gather more detail. A segment of the NIRISS grism image (an instrument that has a grating, or stair steps, on a prism), at center, shows how ionized oxygen and atomic hydrogen emission lines are distributed along the arc.
Next, the spectra from each of these two galaxies were plotted as graphs, shown at right, to reveal their compositions. The graphs, known as spectra, match, which indicates that these arcs are mirror images of the same galaxy. Webb’s spectra from NIRISS also quickly proved that light from both galaxies was emitted 9.3 billion years ago, further confirming they are one and the same.
Using Webb’s NIRISS is like opening a treasure chest overflowing with spectra. For example, this instrument can disperse the spectra along the image vertically and horizontally. Researchers can use both modes to untangle which lines match each source.
Every object’s image can be transformed into spectra like the two shown above. So even if researchers aren’t intending to study a particular galaxy in the field, they may make a surprise discovery.
For a full array of Webb’s first images and spectra, including downloadable files, please visit: webbtelescope.org/news/first-images
NIRISS was contributed by the Canadian Space Agency (CSA). The instrument was designed and built by Honeywell in collaboration with the Université de Montréal and the National Research Council Canada.
Credits:
IMAGE: NASA, ESA, CSA, STScI
Image description
Infographic titled “Galaxy Cluster SMACS 0723, Webb Spectra Confirm Two Arcs Are the Same Galaxy; NIRISS Imaging, NIRIS Grism, and NIRISS Wide Field Slitless Spectroscopy.” At far left is a large NIRISS image, with two long, arced galaxies toward the center. In the middle is a NIRISS Grism image that shows the light of every object in this segment of the galaxy field, spread out horizontally. The right side shows two line graphs. The brightnesses at each wavelength of the two long, arced galaxies are plotted in two line graphs. The graphs show that the peaks for hydrogen and oxygen occur at the same wavelengths for both galaxies.
For many of us who have to move around Europe on a weekly basis, the cacophony of national rules to fight the coronavirus pandemic makes things very complicated. We need things to be made simpler! Therefore, I’m welcoming the European Commission’s attempt to untangle the web of different travel restrictions in the European Union. Member States currently use different criteria for imposing travel restrictions, but the Commission would like them to base future decisions on common thresholds that take into account the recent number of infections, the percentage of positive tests and the total number of tests carried out. According to the proposal national authorities must send this data to the European Centre for Disease Prevention and Control (ECDC), which will then publish a map with common color codes every week. An area of high coronavirus circulation colored red on the European map will then be automatically colored red for all Member States. Green zones should not be subject to travel restrictions. It remains to be seen to what extent the various countries will accept these recommendations. Let’s hope that common sense will prevail – Frankfurt am Main, Hessen, Germany.
Another one seen in Explore, but obviously not there long enough to register with Scout.. :-)
A slight crop... but otherwise straight from the camera.
This little bee was weaving in and out of the ribbons on this flower... sometimes vanishing under them. I have a whole series of shots of him, sometimes looking as if he'd never be able to get himself untangled. This one shows that he did, of course... :-)
“That was lovely honey Posh, the best I have tasted in a while. Thank you for sharing.”
“My pleasure Bertie, I’m sure if our friend Sky had been here the jar would have been empty by now.”
“Indeed, however, I do think we need to consider ways to free our stuck friend from that red vase for it can’t be very comfortable in there.”
“I suppose so, poor Sky.” Said Posh then giggled a little.
“He said he asked Harrod to go down on all fours so he could climb in, do you think we should do the same to get him out again?”
“No Bertie that would never work. I think we should ask Captain and see what he says.”
“I don’t understand why Captain and not Harrod?”
“Well, if you had been stood and trampled on by Sky, would you be prepared to do the same again only this time for a slightly bigger and heavier bear?”
“I see your point Posh, good thinking. Captain is slightly on the small side though don’t you think?”
“Perhaps, but if we position him correctly, he should be big enough to land on.”
“Land on Posh, I don’t understand?”
“Well the way I see it Bertie is that in order to release Sky, it would be much easier to push the vase over, gently of course, and let him either fall out or crawl once landed. It is likely he will not fall but in the event of things not going quite to plan I thought Captain could act as a means of extra cushioning for Sky’s fall. As I say Bertie, I’m sure he won’t be needed and we’ll make sure that it is just Sky doing the possible landing and not the heavy vase that could fall on the Captain.”
“I see but it all seems slightly dangerous to me. I can’t see the Captain agreeing to being a cushion for the falling Sky no matter how much he likes our friend.”
“Leave it to me, a little bit of bribery in the way of the rest of this jar of honey will be quite sufficient. You go and chat to Sky and keep him company but I shouldn’t mention exactly what we propose doing for it might make our poor stuck friend slightly nervous. Best let it all be a wonderful surprise for him, don’t you think?”
Bertie scratched his head and looked suitably worried.
“I’m not sure what to think Posh but I do know we need to get Sky out of this vase.”
Bertie made his way to see Sky while Posh went to tempt the Captain with the rest of the honey. Posh was very confident in his plans and couldn’t see how anything could go wrong providing he made sure he stood behind the falling vase so it couldn’t fall on him.
“Thank you Captain for helping us as an advisor with this procedure, it really is very simple as you can see. Silly Sky has got himself stuck in this vase and can’t climb out. Stupid bear. I have considered the options and wondered if you thought a big heavy hammer not might be the answer?” He asked.
The Captain shook his head for he could see obvious dangers to all and the vase.
“No Posh that would be far too dangerous and there must be a better way, a safer way for our dear friend Sky.”
“You could find a ladder someone, that would do nicely.” Suggested Sky looking about for help.
“I did think of that Sky but there doesn’t seem to be one about. Let me lean on this jar to rest while we think. You too Bertie, lean beside me.” Said Posh then winked an eye at his friend.
“When I tell you to push Bertie, give it all you have.” Whispered Posh Bear as he watched the Captain walking about deep in thought.
“Harrod helped me last time, why not ask him if he’ll help?” Asked Sky trying to be helpful as he felt the vase tilt slightly to one side when the two bears began leaning against it.
“I didn’t see Harrod so perhaps he has gone shopping for more honey.” Said Posh.
Moments later Posh Bear calculated that the Captain was in about the right place, so gave the instructions to Bertie and together they managed to push the vase over. It fell almost in slow motion and landed gently on its side with Sky landing on a soft cushion and then rolling onto the unfortunate Captain.
“Wow! Boy was that fun; can we do that again please?” Shouted Sky as he untangled himself from the Captain.
“No Sky, you are to stay out of vases in future.” Said Bertie while trying to get to his feet and discovering that somehow Posh had managed to get behind him when they pushed.
“Now do you see what I mean Bertie, as I have often said about dear Sky, no sense – no feeling?” Said Posh Bear.
Bertie nodded his head as he walked over to help Captain up from the floor and dust him down.
“Sorry about that Captain I do hope you are all right and haven’t been hurt by Sky’s fall.”
“No not at all, I think it was Sky’s head that hit me most and we all know how soft that is.”
“Poor Sky, it has been quite an ordeal for you so please come back with me and have some honey, you too Captain.” Said Bertie producing a jar of honey from behind his back that he had “borrowed” from Posh Bear earlier.
“What about me Bertie?” Asked Posh.
“Of course you are invited too Posh, I think you’ll like the taste of this honey, it is very like that we tasted earlier.”