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"The bluebird carries the sky on his back."
-- Henry David Thoreau (American naturalist, essayist, poet, and philosopher who is best known for his book Walden, a reflection upon simple living in natural surroundings, and his essay "Civil Disobedience", an argument in favor of citizen disobedience against an unjust state)
-- Technical Information (or Nerdy Stuff) --
‧ Camera - Nikon D7200 (handheld)
‧ Lens – Nikkor 18-300mm Zoom
‧ ISO – 400
‧ Aperture – f/8
‧ Exposure – 1/50 second
‧ Focal Length – 300mm
The original RAW file was processed with Adobe Camera Raw and final adjustments were made with Photoshop CS6.
"For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the LORD, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future." ~Jeremiah 29:11
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I know that is not so polite to overlook or overhear the conversation of some strangers... actually I was interested in shooting this beautiful small fountain near Via Babuino but “the laws of street photography” and very “speakable” poses of those men made me break the rules of politeness, especially it was “the time of closing arguments”...
The years have taught me to appreciate these simple moments, far from the noise and chaos. Over time, you realize there’s no need to fight, no need to convince. You learn to let go of what no longer brings you peace, and to cherish those who remain by your side. Here, by the water, I savor this moment, the fruit of all that life has taught me. No more arguments, no more drama... Just the sweetness of simply being.
Les années m'ont appris à apprécier ces moments simples, loin des bruits et des tumultes. Avec le temps, on comprend qu'il n'y a plus besoin de se battre, plus besoin de convaincre. On apprend à laisser partir ce qui ne nous apporte plus de paix, et à chérir ceux qui sont encore là. Ici, au bord de l'eau, je savoure cet instant, fruit de tout ce que la vie m'a enseigné. Plus de disputes, plus de drames... Juste la douceur d'exister, simplement.
its function is to make the worse appear better ;-)
George Santayan
HFF! Words Matter!
cosmos, sarah p duke gardens, duke university, durham, north carolina
Wild otters (Lutra lutra). Still together although they are the same size. There was much activity and quite a bit of noisy argument yesterday.
and arguments. In other words, I want to get married :-)
― Jarod Kintz
HPPT!!
cercis, compact eastern redbud, 'Ace of Hearts', j c raulston arboretum, ncsu, Raleigh, north carolina
Back from my foreheads argument with my the nose of my surfboard. The surfboad won. All is well however, will catch up on your posts soonish.
When the arguments in the debate between steel and concrete ran out
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Bit by bit freedom is being eroded.
BBC News 25 September 2025:
Sir Keir Starmer is expected to announce plans for a compulsory UK-wide digital ID scheme in a speech on Friday.
The prime minister believes it would help crack down on illegal working and modernise the state, according to senior figures in government.
The practicalities of the scheme will be subject to a consultation, which will also look at how to make it work for those without a smartphone or passport.
On the other hand:
Arguments against national ID cards in the UK primarily centre on concerns over privacy, civil liberties, and cost. Opponents argue that a mandatory national ID scheme would fundamentally alter the relationship between the individual and the state, shifting the perception of identity from something inherent to the person to something granted and controlled by the government.
There are significant doubts about the effectiveness of ID cards in achieving their stated goals, such as tackling illegal immigration or crime. Critics contend that people working "off the books" or involved in criminal activity would simply operate outside of the system.
A centralised database of personal information would be a prime target for hackers and could lead to mass surveillance, tracking, and profiling of citizens, (as if it didn't happen already). I mean - like most people I have a passport, a driving licence, a bank account, an NHS number and a mobile phone. - what more do they need to keep watch on me?
A couple drove down a country road for several miles , not saying a word. An earlier discussion had led to an argument, and neither of them wanted to concede their position.
As they passed a barnyard of mules, goats, and pigs, the husband asked sarcastically, "Relatives of yours?"
"yep." the wife replied, "In-Laws."
Some tea stains. So treated them and laundered. Stains all gone. But now there are different ones. Re treat and re wash. I wonder if there will be an improvement!
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The Chedworth Roman Villa is a Roman villa located at Chedworth, Gloucestershire, England. It is one of the largest Roman villas in Britain. The villa was built in phases from the early 2nd century to the 4th century, with the 4th century construction transforming the building into an elite dwelling arranged around three sides of a courtyard. The 4th century building included a heated and furnished west wing containing a dining-room (triclinium) with a fine mosaic floor, as well as two separate bathing suites – one for damp-heat and one for dry-heat. The villa was discovered in 1864, and it was excavated and put on display soon afterwards. It was acquired in 1924 by the National Trust who have conducted a long-term conservation programme, with new on-site facilities and cover-buildings. It is debatable among historians whether Chedworth was indeed a farm or in fact a religious hostel, there is evidence to support both of these arguments, however most historians believe that Chedworth was a farm, owned by a very wealthy Roman. The villa stands in a sheltered, but shady, position overlooking the River Coln in the Cotswold Hills in Gloucestershire. It was located just off the Roman road known as the Fosse Way, and 8 miles (13 km) north of the important town of Corinium Dobunnorum (Cirencester) It was one of about fifty villas in the Cotswolds, and one of nine in just a 5 mile radius. The villa was located next to a natural spring in the north west corner of the complex, which was the villa's main source of water, and which was where the inhabitants built an apsidal shrine to the water-nymphs. The villa was founded about 120 AD, and began as three separate and modest groups of buildings. During this earliest phase the villa consisted of separate buildings to the west and south with a detached bath house to the north. In the early 3rd century, the west and south wings were rebuilt following a fire, and the north bath-suite was enlarged with extra rooms added to its eastern side. In the early 4th century, the villa was transformed into an elite dwelling enclosing the courtyard. The existing wings were linked by a covered portico, and an inner garden and outer courtyard were created. The dining-room received its mosaics and the northern half of the west wing was converted to become a second set of baths. Shortly afterwards the baths in the north wing were rebuilt and changed to dry-heat (laconicum) baths, which meant that the villa had both damp-heat and dry-heat bathing suites. The floors of at least eleven rooms were decorated with fine mosaics. In the late 4th century (Phase IV) the north wing was extended with the addition of a new dining-room. The villa was probably destroyed in the 5th century. The spring-fed pool in the northwest corner of the villa complex was the location of the apsidal shrine to the water-nymphs (nymphaeum). The curved rear wall is 2 metres high and is the original Roman masonry. A Christian chi-rho monogram was discovered scratched on the rim of the pool.
Aunque mi opinión cuente poco al respecto (me pasa como a usted o a cualquier otro, que no sé nada del secreto cósmico) mi preferida entre las que conozco es la teoría de Arthur Schopenhauer. Si a las filosofías pudiera puntuárselas como a los restaurantes, valorando en lugar de su cocina, bodega, servicio o decoración otro tipo de “prestaciones” –cosmología, antropología, teoría del conocimiento, estética, psicología, elegancia de diseño argumentativo, etcétera-, creo que la expuesta en El mundo como voluntad y representación obtendría en su conjunto cinco estrellas. Tiene una envidiable economía de principios, buenos logros parciales en algunas materias concretas (su teoría de la risa, por ejemplo, o la de la locura), concede importancia a temas esenciales pero descuidados por otros sistemas como la muerte y el sexo, combina con acierto la ausencia de esperanza cósmica y la posibilidad de serenidad personal, incluso desciende a proporcionar algunas indicaciones prácticas de interés para la gestión de la vida cotidiana. Se le pueden disculpar las deficiencias en el terreno político y cierta brumosa mística antivitalista con la que recomienda una forma de santidad que al propio autor por lo visto atraía poco (su mayor empeño personal no era anular su voluntad de vivir sino llegar a cumplir cien años) Objeciones menores si se comparan con las inconsecuencias y quimeras de muchos otros. Desde luego, no parece adecuado hacerle el reproche de ser “pesimista” por pensar que éste es el peor de los mundos posibles (la mayoría de los pesimistas que conozco se caracterizan habitualmente por estar convencidos de que toda situación, por mala que sea, es susceptible de empeorar): el auténtico y descorazonador pesimismo es el de Leibniz, que se atrevió a sostener que éste es el mejor de los mundos posibles, lo que ya ni siquiera nos deja imaginar escapatoria alguna...
(Autobiografía razonada, págs. 168 y 169) Fernando Savater
Where all the souls of the photographers are stored.
Security was quick but not quick enough, managed to get this shot before being asked to exit the estate by security, nothing against the security guy, he's just trying to earn a crust like the rest of us, but the estates management argument that DSLR's are too professional where as camera phones are permitted, shows how out of touch those people are....
If management company are reading, the photo was taken with my Nokia 3310
White-faced Pigeons demolish a dish of bird seed without arguments or argy bargy. So much better without Rainbow Lorikeets to spoil the party. There may be a second video later today, a vintage train is due to pass here today en route to Brisbane, Queensland. An outbreak of the Corona Delta variant in Sydney has caused the Queensland government to close the border. I'm not sure the train will run, but I shall hang out by the track with my camera and hope for the best.
Green-cheeked parakeet (Pyrrhura molinae)
I was looking at the high-rises from my hotel window, when these two lovely birds showed up. They were very noisy, as if they were having a kind of argument... right in the middle of that gray jungle... It was really interesting...
In response to Sean aka Redroom Studios: *** This is one image! Not two images pasted together! (a longer reply can be seen below)....(^___^)V
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Yesterday I learned about "the most ridiculous philosophy". *__*
The Greek philosopher Zeno argues that an object cannot occupy two places at the same time. Therefore, at any particular moment during its flight the arrow is in only one place. But to be in one place is to be at rest. So, a flying arrow is actually always still.
This argument was not refuted until the 19th century, by application of the theory of assemblages and the theory of the functions of the real variable, which clarify the nature of space-time continua and of continuous functions.
from Greek Philosopher: Zeno of Elea
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Tal día como hoy de hace un año se publicaba en el B.O.E. la tan esperada inclusión del lobo (Canis lupus signatus) en el Listado de Especies Silvestres en Régimen de Protección Especial -el LESRPE- de toda la población española, incluida la que habitaba al norte del río Duero. Aunque la protección que ofrece esta figura es inferior a la aportada por el Catálogo Español de Especies Amenazadas, representa un paso importante para la conservación de la especie. Principalmente por dos razonamientos.
El primero porque unifica el marco legal en todas las Comunidades Autónomas españolas. Era absolutamente injustificable desde el punto de vista biológico y de conservación que se gestionara de modo distinto según decidieran los gobiernos autonómicos; en una comunidad podía estar catalogada en Peligro de Extinción (caso de Andalucía) y en otras se la podía tirotear por diversión (caso de Castilla y León). Era una gestión irracional y psicópata, ya que el mismo ejemplar de lobo que estaba catalogado también en Peligro de Extinción en Portugal, con medidas de conservación y dinero público invertido en su protección, podía cruzar la frontera y caer en un pueblo zamorano a manos de un señorito que había pagado una importante suma de dinero para divertirse. Esto no es un modo de hablar, ha sucedido así.
Y el segundo porque prohibe de facto su caza en todos los supuestos, exceptuando casos suficientemente argumentados en los que las administraciones podrían matar a determinados ejemplares concretos que causaran especial conflicto.
Aquellas viejas políticas rancias de nuestras CCAA, más propias de las Juntas de Extinción de Animales Dañinos de la época franquista, basadas en el tiro preventivo, en el tiro por diversión o en el tiro por recaudación conseguían normalizar en la sociedad española que "no pasaba nada por matar unos cuantos, que seguía habiendo más lobos". Se educaba en que matar animales es un buen modo de gestionar la naturaleza. Y en el culmen de la perversión dialéctica se llegaba a convencer a la ciudadanía desinformada que gracias a la gestión cinegética había crecido la población de lobos y se había extendido por más territorios. Si matar ayuda a que haya más ejemplares, pongámonos todos entonces a matar linces, osos y quebrantahuesos, ¿no? No sé vosotros, pero qué diríais si se mataran osos porque atacan colmenares y cerezos, o águilas perdieras o linces porque se comen las perdices y conejos de los cazadores. Un dato: en el censo de 1988 se estimaron 294 manadas que ocupaban unos 100.000 kilómetros cuadrados. En el publicado 26 años después -en 2014- se localizaron solo 3 manadas más en una superficie de 80.000. ¿Dónde está la expansión del lobo? ¿Alguien me lo puede decir?
El caso del lobo es el mismo que el de osos, linces o rapaces. Y os voy a dar tres buenas razones también para convencerse de que matar lobos es una mala idea. La primera porque matar lobos desestructura las manadas y provoca más daños en la ganadería, dado que a menos adultos con experiencia menos facilidad tienen los que sobreviven para cazar fauna salvaje que puede ser difícil o peligrosa (ciervos o jabalíes, por ejemplo). Ello provoca que se fijen más en especies sencillas como el ganado doméstico. La segunda porque después de siglos de matar lobos se ha demostrado que no soluciona los ataques (de hecho los incrementa). Pues entonces, tío, sé inteligente y cambia de estrategia: PROTEGE MEJOR TU NEGOCIO, no se lo pongas fácil. Y la tercera porque matar lobos provoca un exceso poblacional de herbívoros silvestres capaces de causar no solo graves perjuicios en la agricultura sino también transmitir enfermedades infecciosas al ganado. Todos pierden con su muerte.
En definitiva, seamos inteligentes, dejemos la testosterona para otros menesteres y usemos las neuronas.
It was an argument over which was Europe’s fastest game bird that led to the production of the Guinness Book of Records. On 10th November 1951, Sir Hugh Beaver (Managing Director of Guinness Breweries) was with a shooting party in County Wexford, Ireland. Some Golden Plovers were shot at, and missed, which prompted a discussion as to whether they were Europe’s fastest game bird. Consulting reference books did not solve the issue, and it occurred to Sir Hugh that there must be numerous other questions debated nightly in the 81,400 pubs in Britain and Ireland, but there was no book with which to settle arguments about records. He discussed the matter with Ross and Norris McWhirter to see if their fact and figure agency could help. The result was the first Guinness Book of Records being published in time for Christmas 1955.
Bizarrely the question that was the reason for the creation of the Guinness Book of Records was not answered until the 36th edition in 1989: "Britain's fastest game bird is the Red Grouse (Lagopus l. scoticus) which, in still air, has recorded burst speeds up to 92.8-100.8 km/h 58-63 mph over very short distances. Air speeds up to 112 km/h 70 mph have been claimed for the Golden plover (Pluvialis apricaria) when flushed, but it is extremely doubtful whether this rapid-flying bird can exceed 80-88 km/h 50-55 mph - even in an emergency".
I used a shutter speed of 1/2000 to freeze the wings on this Red Grouse flying full pelt over the Peak District Moors.
Myself and a Friend Tony Nixon have set up a Woodland feeding station in our local woods and we attract a large variety of birds visiting each autumn, winter and spring. We are able to put out different perches and props,allowing us some great photographic opportunities.
This female Blackcap was a regular visitor a couple of years back and on this occasion she was showing the Siskins who was boss !
Robert A Heinlein
I have been tagged by Louisa Hennessy and Coco Rose so here are ten things about me:
1.When I was four, I was the May Queen at nursery school.
2.I hate bananas. My mom says I liked them when I was a child and has a photo to prove it. She misses the point that I am crying in the photo. I have always hated bananas.
3.When I was maybe four or five, I wanted to understand how my memory worked. So I invented a character that lived in my head and she filed away every scrap of information I ever got. When I wanted to remember something, she would go to her filing system and bring the information out, just like a book at a library. As I got older and wiser and more into technology, my librarian upgraded from a manual card indexing system to a computerised one. She uses Windows, so it crashes quite a lot these days and, more often than not, we find it incredibly difficult to retrieve any information at all, or we get the wrong things out altogether. Perhaps we should go back to the old-fashioned way or remembering stuff.
4.When I was a kid, I’d play at my cousins’ place a lot (sadly it is now an hotel, www.fanhams-hall-hotel.com/, but this is where I did most of my growing up). It was a pretty big place with acres of grounds and in it, there was a “mountain” (it was really a man-made ornamental Japanese hill but it seemed very big to us). You could climb the mountain using the path or scramble up the sides, the hard way. I liked to use the hard way more often than not, it was more rewarding and I always felt a sense of achievement having made it to the summit.
5.My first bicycle grew from a rusty nail that my dad planted in the garden one night. He said a magic spell over it, planted it in the vegetable plot at the side of our house, and in the morning – hey presto! a bike! I was pretty damned pleased with that. I still plant rusty nails on the off-chance…
6.I had a rabbit called Bobo when I was three. He became she when she had baby bunnies and we called her Bobette. My dad told me one Sunday lunchtime that we were having Bobo for lunch; he had a pretty weird sense of humour. I didn’t eat lunch, and I went off meat in a pretty big way. I am a vegan now and this is a way of life for me, so I have my father to thank.
7.My parents split up when I was ten and although it was a relief after all the rows and arguments, I had to grow up really fast to help my mom because she became a bit of a basket case for a while.
8.I grew up an only child but I always, always would have liked older brothers, I thought this would be pretty cool. When I was twenty and had moved away from home to get my own flat in London, I found out that lo-and-behold! my dad had been married before he met my mom and I had two older half-brothers!! They are great and I love them both hugely.
9.Spending most of my childhood at my cousins’ place, I developed a passion for all things Oriental. The gardens where we played have had a massive impact on how I see the world and inspired at an early age a desire to travel. I took my first solo trip abroad when I was fifteen…to Paris. Admittedly I stayed with my pen friend and her family, but I was let loose on a plane and an airport and I was hooked. I moved to Paris a couple of years later, I really like the place a lot. Since then the travel bug has always been with me and even though I’ve had to spend time in England, I am always off somewhere, be it in my head or for real. The next big trip is always around the corner…
10.My dad taught me a lot. He was an artist and he taught me to paint, to look at art works and to form my own tastes and opinions. He engendered in me a love for literature. He hadn’t travelled a lot but through reading he had been around the world many times. He taught me how to have my photograph taken and to never be afraid of the camera but always to be wary of the person behind it because they may lack the skill to make a beautiful or meaningful picture. He gave me my first cameras, an incredibly huge Polaroid and several disposable cameras.