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Sunrise Wonder Amasra, Bartın, TURKEI.
One of the charming wonder towns of the Black Sea, Amasra is located in the province of Bartin and is an ideal place for those who want a quiet holiday. In addition to the natural beauty of the town, there are interesting old architectural designs built in Byzantine epochs, the town's museum and a historical Genoa Castle.
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Remember mankind, sooner or later absolutely every soul shall taste death .. Hatırla insanoğlu, er yada geç muhakkak ki her canlı ölümü tadacaktır! Yedi Düvel Gelse Millet Eğilmez, Şehitler Ölmez Vatan Bölünmez.
The first thing to say is that my village is finally addressing one of its chronic problems: drainage and sewage. What this civil engineering company will do over the next couple of months is to separate surface water from sewage (so far, both had been running through the same drainage pipes and this combination had led to repeated flooding, and some of these were quite unpleasant). The "Welfare Van" puzzled me, and I looked it up. The welfare in question is that of the workers employed here. The van offers a canteen, a toilet and in winter a place to warm up. Go on then and take our village into the 21st century! Leica M8, Voigtlaender CS 2.2/50.
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Reportage street shot from a Disabled People Against Cuts protest outside of the Ministry of Defence building in Glasgow, Scotland, on 26th March 2025.
I think it's fair to say that the true measure of a society is on how it treats it's most vulnerable people.
Bearing in mind that any one of us can become disabled at any time through no fault of our own. The societal safety net that we all pay into during our lives is there for that very reason. To care for us if or when we are unable to care for ourselves.
We therefore owe it to ourselves to fight these welfare cuts, to put pressure on our MPs to vote against the changes. Don't just think about it, do it, let them know because one day it could be you that needs to depend upon them for survival.
Take care.
The sun casting its first golden rays of light over one of the fishing pools at the Miners Welfare Park in Bedworth, Warwickshire.
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The Sanctuary of Truth is a magnificent temple in Pattaya, Thailand, that stands as a tribute to traditional Thai architecture and craftsmanship. The temple is entirely made of wood, with intricate carvings depicting various Hindu and Buddhist deities, as well as ancient Thai mythological figures. The construction of the Sanctuary of Truth began in 1981 and is still ongoing. The temple covers an area of over two hectares and is over 100 meters tall. It was designed by a local businessman named Lek Viriyaphant. The Sanctuary of Truth is not affiliated with any specific religion, but rather serves as a symbol of the unity of all religions and beliefs. It is a peaceful and tranquil place where visitors can reflect and appreciate the beauty of Thai culture and tradition. The Sanctuary of Truth also serves as a cultural and educational center. It hosts various workshops and events throughout the year, aimed at promoting traditional Thai arts and crafts.
The Sanctuary of Truth is a beautiful wooden temple in Pattaya, Thailand. It is a popular tourist attraction known for its impressive architecture and the fact that it was built entirely by hand. There are several activities available to visitors to the Sanctuary of Truth, including an elephant ride. On this ride, visitors can ride on the back of an elephant through the temple's surrounding forests and trails, while enjoying the beautiful scenery and exploring the area. It is important to note that elephant rides are controversial for animal welfare reasons. Elephants are often mistreated and exploited for tourist entertainment. As a result, there have been many discussions and actions to ban elephant rides and replace them with more ethical and responsible alternatives.
The Sanctuary of Truth is een prachtige tempel in Pattaya, Thailand, die een eerbetoon is aan de traditionele Thaise architectuur en vakmanschap. De tempel is volledig gemaakt van hout, met ingewikkeld houtsnijwerk dat verschillende hindoeïstische en boeddhistische godheden uitbeeldt, evenals oude Thaise mythologische figuren. De bouw van het Sanctuary of Truth begon in 1981 en is nog steeds aan de gang. De tempel heeft een oppervlakte van ruim twee hectare en is meer dan 100 meter hoog. Het is ontworpen door een lokale zakenman genaamd Lek Viriyaphant. The Sanctuary of Truth is niet gelieerd aan een specifieke religie, maar dient eerder als een symbool van de eenheid van alle religies en overtuigingen. Het is een vredige en rustige plek waar bezoekers de schoonheid van de Thaise cultuur en traditie kunnen overdenken en waarderen. The Sanctuary of Truth doet ook dienst als cultureel en educatief centrum. Er zijn verschillende activiteiten beschikbaar voor bezoekers van het Sanctuary of Truth, waaronder een olifantenrit. Tijdens deze rit kunnen bezoekers op de rug van een olifant door de omliggende bossen en paden van de tempel rijden, terwijl ze genieten van het prachtige landschap en de omgeving verkennen. Het is belangrijk op te merken dat olifantenritten omstreden zijn vanwege het dierenwelzijn. Olifanten worden vaak mishandeld en uitgebuit voor toeristisch vermaak. Als gevolg hiervan zijn er veel discussies en acties geweest om olifantenritten te verbieden en te vervangen door meer ethische en verantwoorde alternatieven.
A vintage postage stamp from the Netherlands, issued in 1965 as part of the annual "Kinderpostzegels" (Child Welfare) series. This particular stamp, with a value of 18 cents plus a 12-cent surcharge, features a charming and colorful drawing by a child, depicting a standing person. The original child's drawing was further designed and adapted for philatelic use by Dutch designer Gerrit Noordzij.
"De pie en el canal oscuro,
cerca de las fábricas de gas.
Celebra que el fantasma se ha ido
cuando todo el amor duele.
Y el hombre de la medicina está aquí.
Puedes conseguirla de forma rápida en el Armageddon.
Todo el mundo va lentamente de camino hacia el cielo.
La llamada a la oración ha llegado por aquí por la mañana,
Lavamos nuestras caras para ir a trabajar.
No hay ningún peligro.
Todo mejora cuando la vida es recta.
Es más grande que tú y el Estado del Bienestar.
Y vamos a seguir cantando,
no es demasiado tarde para ti."
(The Good, The Bad and The Queen)
It's been a couple of years since I posted any photos from Vancouvers drug use mayhem.
1 of 2 from Chinatown.
There is an article by Vancouver Sun Reporter Peter mMcMartin about the situation posted in August 2025.
Every time I visit Chinatown and the downtown east side (daily) his article comes to mind so this is a way to share his viewpoint that I agree with.
In the 30+ years I have lived nearby, the situation has only deteriorated.
The law protects the rights of the most vulnerable among us to live in filth and despair
Pete McMartin: I'm tired of how homelessness and addiction take up so much oxygen in the social discourse.
Published Aug 03, 2025
In 2014, Vancouver Sun reporter Lori Culbert and I wrote a weeklong series of stories identifying the government social welfare programs — and their cost to taxpayers — in Vancouver’s Downtown Eastside.
Over 100 programs existed just for housing. Thirty provided health care, 30 offered family services and a miscellany of another 100 services — including a food bank for pets — brought the total to 260 social welfare agencies operating solely within the eight square blocks of the DTES.
Those 260 programs served just 6,500 clients.
Five years earlier, in 2009, Province reporter David Carrigg also did a survey of the programs available in the DTES, and he identified 174 social welfare agencies offering services to about 5,000 clients.
In other words, in the five years between Carrigg’s survey and Culbert’s and mine, not only had the number of people needing help grown but so had the number of agencies serving them.
And the cost to taxpayers?
Over $360 million annually.
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That astounding figure — almost a million dollars a day — did little to satisfy the DTES’s voracious appetite for tax dollars. More to the point, it did nothing to eradicate the misery and living conditions of the people who lived there.
Rather than winning the war on poverty — and what a quaint phrase that seems now — governments engineered a truce, with the unstated understanding that if they couldn’t solve the problem or spend their way out of it, they could contain it. Those 260 social service bureaucracies weren’t solutions to an intractable problem; they were barricades. They ghettoized their impoverished clientele by concentrating the services on which they depended.
And let’s be honest: The public was complicit in this, and content for it to continue as long as the misery stayed confined within the borders of the DTES.
And yet here we are. The squalor spreads. It corrodes a once-vibrant downtown core. It infiltrates the suburbs. Daily acts of random violence and vandalism have become normalized, while a cornucopia of drugs — some decriminalized, some tolerated, many deadly — act as accelerants.
In 2016, a year after our survey, provincial health officer Dr. Perry Kendall declared a public health emergency under the Public Health Act due to the alarming rise in opioid-related overdose deaths. Since then, over 16,000 people have died from those opioids. That’s not progress. It’s a plague.
Nothing, absolutely nothing, has worked. Over the decades, the problem has been studied to death — admittedly, a poor choice of words — with consultants and academics and the legions of poverty industry advocates offering up solutions that ultimately fail. They fail because they’re predicated on two simple criteria:
1. Give us more money.
2. Give us more of everything — housing, hospital beds, food banks, drugs, injection sites, counselling or — and this is always implicit — empathy, with a side order of collective guilt.
I’ve seen this in my own newspaper.
In one recent opinion piece, the author laments that it has been the public’s and governments’ norm “to daily bypass our downtrodden, our homeless, our addicted or mentally ill on the street as though they are either invisible or merely equivalent to lampposts” — to which I have to reply: ‘Are you f—ng kidding me?’
The public and its governments have done exactly the opposite and, short of bathing their feet with Christ-like piety, have directed billions of tax dollars not only to ease the suffering of the homeless, the addicted and the mentally ill, but also to make them completely dependent upon those dollars.
Another Sun story — this one again by Culbert — examined the merits of involuntary care through the experiences of three addicts who underwent the process, and while two saw it as beneficial and helped them get clean, the third condemned it as “dehumanizing” and a cause of her PTSD. Though she no longer does drugs, she said that if she relapses she would prefer to take her chances with street drugs that could possibly kill her rather than be readmitted to hospital against her will.
Well, OK, I thought, ‘You’re an adult. Good for you for having the honesty to express that choice, however idiotic I may find it.’
But what I thought was missing in her testimonial was (a) any appreciation of the monumentally expensive efforts governments and the public had tried to make on her behalf, however ill-informed she may have believed those attempts to be, and (b) her failure to recognize the destructive effects that a relapse would have not just on her own health and family, but, more importantly, also on the collective health of the public, who would be asked to offer up yet more money, and deal yet again with her relapse — providing she survives it.
Finally, in The Sun, there was another column, this one by Sam Sullivan, who wrote that, after 52 years, it was time to end the DTES “experiment” and the restrictive housing policies that he believes led to the homelessness and violence bedevilling it.
Funny thing about that.
Between 1993 and 2005, Sullivan was a Vancouver city councillor, and for three years after that, he was mayor. Yet despite the fact that his 15-year tenure at city hall placed him in the midst of that DTES experiment, if not close to its helm, it is only now, 20 years later, that he publicly declares the experiment to be a failure, and — as far as I could tell from reading his opinion piece — without taking any responsibility for it.
I will refrain here, in my own column, from claiming to speak for the public or with any inkling of what popular sentiment might be.
But this is how I feel:
My patience is Exhausted.
I’m tired of the endless, self-regenerating calls for more studies and more funding when all I see is a colossal waste of money and effort leading to no improvement. I’m tired of how homelessness and addiction take up so much oxygen in the social discourse. I’m tired of civil rights that supersede my own, and treat the right to defecate in the streets with greater regard than my right to be offended by it.
Finally, I’m tired of a social welfare system that not only encourages dependency, but refuses, out of moral timidity, to also admit its complicity in it, and which shies away from asking hard questions about personal responsibility and the consideration of measures more draconian than safe injection sites — measures like a return to complete drug criminalization, a higher threshold of minimum sentences for trafficking, the establishment of rehabilitation centres or work camps exclusively in wilderness areas far from the temptations of cities, the discontinuation of any efforts that facilitate drug use, and yes, the robust expansion of an involuntary care system.
It’s also my opinion that none of these measures, given the current legal climate, will become reality, at least for the foreseeable future. Under our Constitution and the Criminal Code, the law, in its majestic equality, protects the rights of the most vulnerable among us to live in filth and despair, and, as so often happens, bring about their own deaths.
How enlightened we have become! What progress we have made! We’ve reached that point when now sleeping under bridges, begging in the streets and stealing one’s daily bread are no longer evidence of a system’s failure.
They are the system.
Kodachrome Slide taken prior 1956 from Empire State Building facing North-East.
The Park Ave. Viaduct can be seen in the lower left foreground.
Most of the buildings in this photo are now gone.
The stainless-steel cladding of The Chrysler Building covered in soot.
The old buildings (such as The City Hospital and Renwick-Smallpox Hospital) are still visible in the lower portion of Welfare Island, (now called Roosevelt Island).
Still visible (behind The Chrysler Building) is The Welfare Island Elevator Storehouse which was once the only vehicular and commuter access to the island until the mid 1950's.
Also note the close proximity of The Smallpox Hospital to the southern tip of Welfare Island which was subsequently extended.
Part of The UN General Assembly Building can be seen along the edge of river on the right.
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Usually the views of people interested in the welfare of animals, and those interested in conservation align pretty well. But this little duck created a huge rift between these two groups and caused a massive headache for conservationists.
The Ruddy Duck (Oxyura jamaicensis) is a native of North America and is not prone to vagrancy. They were imported to Britain by Peter Scott in 1948 and ten years later they had established a feral breeding population in Britain. Numbers built up, and they became popular with birdwatchers, and all was well for about fifty years. But during this time a close cousin of the Ruddy Duck called the White-headed Duck (Oxyura leucocephala) was heading towards extinction in its native Spain. The Spanish government and conservation organisations spent a fortune to protect their wetlands and try to bolster their dwindling numbers. But the feral Ruddy Ducks in Britain were doing so well that some were moving to Spain where they were hybridising with White-headed Ducks. The worry was that Ruddy Ducks might hybridise the tiny population of White-headed Ducks out of existence. So conservation organisations and Government agreed to extirpate the non-native Ruddy Duck from Britain. This began in 2003 and Ruddy Duck has now all but disappeared from Britain. But there was huge public outcry from many birdwatchers and welfare organisations. I saw plenty of Ruddy Ducks in their heyday but I didn't have the equipment back then to photograph them. So here's a male with its white cheeks, black cap and genie blue bill, that I photographed in California recently. This one is just starting to develop its ruddy back colouration. This genus of ducks are known as stifftails and Oxyura means pointed tail, which they often hold erect. Its specific name jamaicensis simply refers to the type locality as Jamaica. And one final thing, another close relative, the Lake Duck (Oxyura vittata) from South America holds the record for the longest penis relative to body size in the bird world and indeed for any vertebrate. One individual from Argentina is in the Guinness Book of Records for its 42.5cm (16.7 inches) penis, which is about the same length as the bird itself: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lake_duck
The former Miners' Welfare building at Methil, Fife, is now used as part of a Community Learning Centre although it appears that the snooker hall is still open. It was built in 1927.
Baróc Ffrengig, hynny yw mewn arddull a fuasai'n boblogaidd tuag ugain mlynedd yn gynt, yn ôl yr arbenigwyr.
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Sal ar Bobl e Tylorstown, y Rhondda, en ur stil barok gall, ur stil aet er-maez eus ar c'hiz a-benn 1933 pa oa bet savet.
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The French Baroque Welfare Hall at Tylorstown, said to be in a style which had been popular some 20 years earlier than the date it was built.
Dawdon Miners’ Welfare is a historic social and community institution rooted in the mining heritage of Dawdon, a former coal mining village in County Durham. It was established as part of the broader Miners’ Welfare movement, which emerged in the early 20th century to improve the quality of life for miners, their families, and the wider community.
Originally funded through contributions from miners’ wages and industry levies, the welfare centre served as a hub for recreation, education, and mutual support. Facilities often included sports grounds, meeting halls, and spaces for cultural activities, offering a vital escape from the physically demanding and often dangerous work in the pits.
For Dawdon, whose colliery operated from 1907 until its closure in 1991, the welfare was more than just a building — it was a symbol of solidarity. It hosted dances, concerts, sports teams, and community events, while also providing practical support during strikes, accidents, and times of hardship.
Its closure in recent years marked the end of an era. Declining membership, rising maintenance costs, and the gradual fading of the mining workforce all played a part. For many locals, the Welfare wasn’t just bricks and mortar — it was where friendships were forged, disputes were settled over a pint, and generations came together to share stories of life underground and in the tight-knit streets above.
When the doors finally shut, it left a gap in the community’s social fabric. While some saw it as an inevitable sign of changing times, others felt a deep sense of loss, as if a final link to Dawdon’s proud mining heritage had been severed. Today, memories of the Welfare live on in photographs, reunions, and the shared stories of those who once filled its rooms with laughter, music, and solidarity.
Two models of Fife Council welfare buses based on the Mercedes Sprinter. The real vehicles have the 400mm longer rear overhang and super-high roof option so there is some modeller's licence here. Both vehicles are based on the CMNL diecast with new interiors and double-wheel rear axles. The open-door Sprinter was cobbled together from two models, one donating the doors, and the other having the holes cut into it. The interiors of both models are completely new and built from scratch except for the diecast instrument binnacles and driver seat. The logo on the side is based on the Forth Rail Bridge made into humans and was created from artwork supplied by the local authority. All other decals are homemade based on photographs.
If you're someone with the welfare of the environment on your mind, look away now!
Here, Colas Rail owned Class 56, 56094, makes smoke as it accelerates away along the Sea Wall with the northbound Log train from Teigngrace to Chirk.
I suppose this photo does however prove that the Class 56 are really quite inefficient, going by the rule that the more energy is put into visual and audial output, the less is being put into motive power.
But that doesn't excuse them from being incredibly good fun! :D
The Vatican really took care of the homeless population in Rome. We stayed at a hotel just a stone throw away from Vatican City. Once after dark, there were tents set up along the perimeter of the city . It was quiet and peaceful with police patrolling the square. During the day I saw these sisters walking around the main street checking the welfare of some of these homeless people who were mostly well dressed and well taken care of. Empathy is definitely strong here.