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Macro Mondays-
We all went a little crazy during the Pandemic. I got sucked in to a start-up electric car company from a targeted Instagram ad (actually why I left Instagram). Put a large deposit down and all of the early adopters got numbered L.E. vehicle assignments (1-5000) and two L.E. keychains. Well of course the company went bust; though not before I had dumped my stock holdings and cancelled my order! The Fisker Ocean One L.E. sold for around $73,000. After the bankruptcy, they were selling for at best $22,000! Somewhere around 3000 people got stuck with cars of little resale value and incomplete software, windows that wouldn't open, brakes that didn't always engage, and keys that didn't work. Thankfully I dodged the bullet and my keychain is empty😂
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fisker_Ocean
Leitz Wetzlar 65mm Elmar Visoflex macro lens
"The secret of a good life is to have the right loyalties and hold them in the right scale of values."
-Norman Thomas-
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Anson Seabra - Trying My Best
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I know you think I got it all figured out
내가 당신의 모든 걸 이해할 수 있을 거라 생각했다는 것을 알아요
'Cause I walk around like my head's in the clouds
나는 공상에 빠진 듯 걸어가니까
But I'm just a boy with his heart pouring out of his head
하지만 저는 그저 머릿속 생각들을 풀어놓는 소년인 걸요
I wish that you could see the pain that I've seen
내가 겪은 이 고통을 알아줬으면 해요
And all of the times I spent being not me
내가 아닌 모습으로 살았던 모든 시간들을
I hope you know that it's not always happy in my head
나의 머릿속에서 난 항상 행복하지 않다는 것을 알아줬으면 해요
'Cause I don't know
모르겠으니까
The perfect road to go down
완벽한 길이 어딘지 모르겠으니까
But I know
하지만 난 알아요
I'm trying my best
난 최선을 다했다는 걸
I'm trying my best to be okay
쓰러지지 않기 위해 최선을 다했다는 걸
I'm trying my best but every day it's so hard
난 최선을 다하고 있어요, 하지만 하루하루가 너무 힘드네요
And I'm holding my breath
난 숨을 죽일 거예요
I'm holding my breath 'til I can say
내가 말할 수 있을 때까지 숨을 죽일 거예요
All of the words I wanna say from my heart
내가 진심으로 하고 싶은 모든 말들
If you really wanted I could ley you inside
당신이 진심으로 원한다면 난 당신을 받아들일 거예요
It's been so long and I've got nothing left to hide
한참이 지났고 난 이제 숨길 것이 없어요
Would you believe me if I told you that I've got flaws
내게 결점이 있다면 믿어줄래요?
Now it's time to let the curtains unfold
이제 커튼을 걷어 젖히고
And tell all the stories that I didn't want told
내가 하기 싫었던 말들을 해야 할 때가 됐군요
I let it out so I unburden my soul I won't stop
난 내 속마음을 털어놓을 거예요, 멈추지 않을 거예요
'Cause I don't know
모르겠으니까
The perfect road to go down
완벽한 길이 어딘지 모르겠으니까
But I know
하지만 난 알아요
I'm trying my best
난 최선을 다했다는 걸
I'm trying my best to be okay
쓰러지지 않기 위해 최선을 다했다는 걸
I'm trying my best but every day it's so hard
난 최선을 다하고 있어요, 하지만 하루하루가 너무 힘드네요
And I'm holding my breath
난 숨을 죽이고 있어요
I'm holding my breath 'til I can say
내가 말할 수 있을 때까지 숨을 죽일 거예요
All of the words I wanna say from my heart
내가 진심으로 하고 싶은 모든 말들
I'm trying my best
난 최선을 다하고 있어요
I'm trying my best to be okay
쓰러지지 않기 위해 최선을 다하고 있어요
I'm trying my best but every day it's so hard
난 최선을 다하고 있지만 하루하루가 너무 힘드네요
And I'm holding my breath
난 숨을 죽이고 있어요
I'm holding my breath 'til I can say
내가 말할 수 있을 때까지 숨을 죽일 거예요
All of the words I wanna say from my heart
내가 진심으로 하고 싶은 모든 말들
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100: I reckon you are a number.
103: I count you as a number
142: I value you higher than the former two
*** : I think you are superfluous.
(temporary assemblage)
"The value of a life does not depend on the place we occupy;
it depends on the way we occupy that place." ~ Therese of Lisieux
This is Lost Lake (yes, I found it) up atop Kebler Pass.
Thank you for viewing,
Bev
Kebler Pass
Colorado
USA
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The Museum of Natural History has the largest mineral collection in Germany. In total, it comprises 200,000 pieces and contains 65% of all known minerals.
The mineralogical collection shows 1077 species. The foundation stone of the collection is formed by minerals and rocks from the "Royal Mineral Collection" of 1781.
Some pieces come from famous expeditions, such as gems brought by Alexander von Humboldt from Russia.
The largely original 19th-century hall presents the collection in historical showcases. New display cases bring the history of mineralogy to life with the help of busts, minerals, models and historical devices. But they also shed light on the aspect of why minerals were the basis for the technical development of mankind in the past and why our lives are indispensable in the future.
Precious metals such as gold, silver and platinum have had a jewellery and coin value since ancient times, today they are an indispensable part of medical and catalyst technology. Glass and ceramics have developed into true high-tech materials and without the element of silicon there is no computer today.
The former chapel at Princess Road Cemetery, Dawdon was once the architectural and symbolic heart of the burial ground, which opened on 5 November 1885 under the management of what became Seaham Town Council . Although the chapel no longer stands today, its presence is still part of local memory and the cemetery’s character.
Originally, the chapel served as the place where funeral services were held before burials took place in the surrounding grounds. Like many late‑Victorian municipal cemetery chapels, it would have been built in a simple Gothic style—practical, modest, and suited to a mining community that valued dignity over ornament. Its position near the centre of the cemetery made it a natural gathering point for mourners and clergy.
A dramatic moment in its history came in 1936, when the chapel’s steeple was blown down during a severe storm—an event still recalled in Dawdon’s local stories. Although the structure survived for some time afterwards, it eventually fell out of use and was later removed, leaving only its footprint in the cemetery’s layout.
Today, Princess Road Cemetery remains an active burial ground with more than 20,000 burials recorded since its opening, maintained by Seaham Town Council . The absence of the chapel gives the cemetery a more open, windswept feel, but its memory lingers in the way paths converge and in the stories passed down by families whose histories are rooted in Dawdon’s mining past.
Solitude is where one discovers one is not alone – Marty Rubin
Solitude is not loneliness.
Solitude. It is something most of don’t value. With the demands of life in general we find it hard to squeeze in “me time”. I find it a necessity. I also believe that is important to understand that solitude is not loneliness. Solitude is a choice to be alone.
Love these smoketree leaves - every one is so different!
The species (Cotinus coggygria) is also called dyer's sumach and has been used to make red dyes for textiles in the Middle East. During World War I, the Turkish army had uniforms and tents dyed with it, whereby both leaves and shoots were used, which contain tannins and produce a brown dye.
A yellow dye (called young fustic) can be extracted from the wood of Cotinus coggygria – this was highly valued in the Middle Ages. Pliny the Elder recorded that dyer's sumac was used in antiquity to dye leather.
Today, it is predominantly grown for its clouds of delicate flowers and the fiery autumn colours...
The gyrfalcon (Falco rusticolus), also spelled gerfalcon, is a bird of prey, the largest of the falcon species. It breeds on Arctic coasts and tundra, and the islands of northern North America, Europe, and Asia. It is mainly a resident there also, but some gyrfalcons disperse more widely after the breeding season, or in winter. Individual vagrancy can take birds for long distances. Its plumage varies with location, with birds being coloured from all-white to dark brown. These colour variations are called morphs. Like other falcons, it shows sexual dimorphism, with the female much larger than the male. For centuries the gyrfalcon has been a precious hunting bird, highly valued among the Vikings. Typical prey includes the ptarmigan and waterfowl, which it may take in flight. It has also been observed feeding on fish and mammals.
This is a juvenile male and part of a breeding program here in the UK. On the day of our visit he was being trained to hunt!
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Street photography from Glasgow, Scotland.
Colour re-edit of a shot from July 2017. Enjoy.
A Praia Formosa, em Santa Cruz, Torres Vedras, destaca-se pela sua extensa faixa de areia dourada enquadrada por imponentes falésias sedimentares jurássicas, típicas da costa ocidental portuguesa. A erosão marinha milenar expôs distintos estratos geológicos, ricos em argilas e sal, conferindo à paisagem um valor paleontológico significativo, com frequentes descobertas de fósseis. O acesso ao areal, condicionado pela natureza das arribas íngremes, é feito através de escadarias com miradouros que permitem apreciar a linha de costa e as intervenções de proteção costeira. Marcada por uma cruz num ponto panorâmico, a Praia Formosa integra a Área de Paisagem Protegida das Serras de Aire e Candeeiros e está historicamente associada à estância balnear que floresceu no século XIX, sendo procurada tanto por banhistas como por investigadores do património geológico, apesar dos deslizamentos ocasionais resultantes da contínua erosão.
Praia Formosa, in Santa Cruz, Torres Vedras, stands out for its extensive strip of golden sand framed by imposing Jurassic sedimentary cliffs, typical of the Portuguese west coast. The millennial marine erosion exposed distinct geological strata, rich in clays and salt, giving the landscape a significant paleontological value, with frequent discoveries of fossils. Access to the sandy area, conditioned by the nature of the steep cliffs, is via stairways with viewpoints that allow you to appreciate the coastline and coastal protection interventions. Marked by a cross at a panoramic point, Praia Formosa is part of the Protected Landscape Area of the Serras de Aire and Candeeiros and is historically associated with the seaside resort that flourished in the 19th century, being sought after by both bathers and researchers of the geological heritage, despite the occasional landslides resulting from continuous erosion.
There's something inherently sad about household objects left out for the trash man. They are like castoffs; broken or no longer cherished, and left ignominiously out on the curb. This easy chair caught my eye the other day. Part of the forlorn quality of scenes like this is the object being ripped from its normal context. I wouldn't give the chair a second look in someone's living room. But it seemed horribly out of place on the edge of the state highway that bisects the village. That, and the sedentary nature of a recliner juxtaposed against passing traffic. Wonderful visual metaphors for the life cycle of things we purchase and the passage of time (and with it life). In the eerie stillness after the truck passed I contemplated the chair and the many other personal objects scattered about the lawn behind me. There's a village-wide trash haul this weekend, and little collections such as this are springing up all around. I have to admit a weird impulse to inspect them, and yearn to pull over when driving by. I can't help but think I will find something of value (I almost never do) but also that idle curiosity about seeing the remnants of someone else's life (remember I did preface this as weird). I'll be placing some of my own items out on the curb soon. I tend to wait until the night before, perhaps to avoid having others inspect them as I did this chair. Even when it's sheer junk, I feel an odd sentimental tug about letting go of things. And that spell lasts as long as the objects remain on my tree lawn before the pickup. Much like this chair, they are in the condemned phase, but still retrievable. I can simply go back out and reclaim them. That sentiment vanishes the moment the objects are tossed onto the truck. Maybe that's why I wait until the last minute to put them out. I just can't stand that in between time.
The Merganser tried unsuccessfully for over 20 minutes to try to swallow its catch but eventually had to give up..... a little too big
English ten pound note.
If you are familiar with this banknote then this image may strike you as being a little odd. You’ll know the iridescent holograms on the left, but you may not have seen the large yellow figures ‘10’ formed in the pattern at the top.
That’s because this image was taken in UV light. There are patches of fluorescent ink printed on the note that just look like white paper in ordinary light. The five-pound note has a 5 in the same place. I couldn’t afford a £20 note to check it out for consistency (or should that be cheque?) ;)
The British pound sterling is the oldest currency in the world that has been in constant circulation. It was adopted around 800AD being modelled on the currency of the French kingdom of Charles the Great (Charlemagne) which was established a few years before. Italian, Spanish and Portuguese currency had the same roots.
The French livre (pound) had 20 sous each of 12 deniers, like the 20 shillings and 12 pennies of sterling. Interestingly although the small denomination was called a penny its symbol was the ‘d’, just like the French denier, the Spanish Dinero and the Portuguese Dinheiro. All the names derive from the Roman denarius coin.
Sterling was decimalised in 1971 which caused all the prices to go up and the parking meters to stop working :) The pound now has 100 new pennies (p or pence).
Originally one French livre was worth a pound weight of silver (equivalent to 14.6 Troy ounces), but by 850 the pound sterling was only worth eleven and a quarter Troy ounces of silver. Looking at tonight’s spot price for silver my note should be redeemable for £1868.62 of the shiny metal… times change.
This image measures under 3 inches across as per the rules.
One thing that photographers should be aware of is that it is illegal to reproduce a digital picture of more than 50% of one side of the note without an overstamp, and the Queen’s head must not be distorted. There are the normal copyright issues as well and these can be rigorously prosecuted. See the Bank of England website for more details.
Thank you for taking the time to look. I hope you enjoy the image. Happy Macro Mondays :)
Restoring intended value through an application of intended use.
Paper and masking tape.
Dimensions variable.
When all the trees have been cut down,
when all the animals have been hunted,
when all the waters are polluted,
when all the air is unsafe to breathe,
only then will you discover you cannot eat money.
~Cree Prophecy
Funny how a made up thing with a made up value can have so much power in this world.
Lower Antelope Canyon, Arizona
On the 15th December 2010, they killed-off the Harrier to save less than £1bn. This year the UK government has already spend more than £300bn fighting COVID-19. That’s more money per day on COVID-19 than the entire savings from retiring the Harrier force.
Barton Hill depot in Bristol will be the temporary home for 20901 and 20905 for the next 5 weeks whilst they undergo a repaint into Balfour Beatty livery.
The depot opened in 1840 as a locomotive depot until 1870 when it became a carriage and wagon servicing facility.
I remember it being the home of the Blue Pullman in the early 70s. It was used by RES for a little bit in the mid 90s and went into Arriva ownership in 2011.
Its great to see some locomotives from the 1960s in a depot building dating back to the 1840s.
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Oxburgh Hall is a moated country house in Oxborough, Norfolk, England, today in the hands of the National Trust. Built around 1482 by Sir Edmund Bedingfeld, Oxburgh has always been a family home, not a fortress. The manor of Oxborough came to the Bedingfeld family by marriage before 1446, and the house has been continuously inhabited by them since their construction of it in 1482, the date of Edward Bedingfeld's licence to crenellate. A fine example of a late medieval, inward-facing great house, Oxburgh stands within a square moat about 75 metres on each side, and was originally enclosed; the hall range facing the gatehouse was pulled down in 1772 for Sir Richard Bedingfeld, providing a more open U-shaped house, with the open end of the U facing south. The entrance, reached by a three-arched bridge on the north side, is dramatised by a grand fortified gatehouse, evoking the owner's power and prestige, though as fortification its value is largely symbolic; it is flanked by tall polygonal towers rising in seven tiers, with symmetrical wings extending either side that reveal nothing on the exterior of their differing internal arrangements. About 1835 the open end of the U was filled in with a picturesque, by no means archaeologically correct range that recreated the central courtyard. Other Victorian additions include the Flemish-style stepped gables, the massive southeast tower, the oriel windows overhanging the moat (illustration, left) and terracotta chimneys. Four towers were added to the walled kitchen garden. The hall is well known for its priest hole. Due to the Catholic faith of the Bedingfeld family, a Catholic priest may have had to hide within the small disguised room in the event of a raid. The room is reached via a trapdoor, which when closed blends in with the tiled floor. Unlike many similar priest holes, the one at Oxburgh is open to visitors. The hall is also notable for the Oxburgh Hangings, needlework hangings by Mary, Queen of Scots and Bess of Hardwick. Mary worked on these while imprisoned in England, in the custody of the Earl of Shrewsbury. The estate has a number of woodland walks, including a 'Woodland Explorer' trail. Oxburgh Hall is a popular location for film and television series, including brief appearances in the Dad's Army episode "Museum Piece", and later in You Rang, M'Lord?. It was the major setting for the 1994 television dramatisation of Love on a Branch Line, a novel by John Hadfield. It is a Grade I listed building, the highest-level designation.