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its function is to make the worse appear the better :-) George Santayana.
little theatre rose garden, raleigh, north carolina.
Explorific!
It’s the same argument every time we sit on the stone stairs. R2 wants to climb up, but he can’t. I always say: “Well, go wander around and see if mebbe you can’t freak out some folks!” He does enjoy this amusement, but I have to endure the obligatory “bleepbloop!” for a few minutes before he sets off on his own. Robots. Ya gotta love ‘em. But now and then you feel like crossing out the word “batteries” on your shopping list.
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Obscene incidents within the financial administration
Coming from San Marco, it's on the right-hand side of the Rialto bridge. Looking more closely, you'll be able to make out two fairly obscene reliefs that have in fact, a great deal to do with the history of the Rialto bridge: one shows a man with a disproportionately huge penis in the shape of a nail, the other shows a female figure with her intimate parts placed over a flame-spewing votive bowl. The two figures illustrated one and the same story surrounding the construction of the Rialto bridge. After the wooden bridge had rotted or burned down several times, in 1507 the city administration decided to erect a stone bridge across the Canal. Decades of arguments about financing and design ensued, spurring the residents of San Polo, consisting of prostitutes, market traders, vendors and craftsmen, to make sardonic remarks. The man would call out: "Sto ponte i lo finira quando ch'ecl casso fara l'ongia" (if this bridge will ever be finished my penis will turn into a nail), and the woman jeered an analogy: " Quando che i finisse el ponte, me chiapara fogo la mona" (if the bridge should ever be completed my vagina will catch fire). Both jibes were completely typical of the Venetian people of the time, forever incorporating obscenities into their jeering chants. Indeed, construction on the Rialto bridge started in 1588, and it was completed in 1591. Now the joke was on the local people, and the city administration used the two reliefs to show that the doubters were now due some "nails" or "flames".
«Camerlenghi dei comun» -финансовое управление Республики Венеция. Со стороны Сан-Марко он находится справа от моста Риальто. Глядя более внимательно, можно увидеть два довольно непристойных рельефа, которые на самом деле имеют большое значение для истории моста Риальто: один показывает человека с непропорционально огромным пенисом в форме гвоздя, а другой показывает женскую фигуру с ее интимными частями над пламенем. Две фигуры иллюстрировали один и тот же рассказ о строительстве моста Риальто. После того, как деревянный мост несколько раз разрушался, в 1507 году администрация города решила возвести каменный мост через канал. В течение долгого времени спорили о финансировании и дизайне моста, что и побудило жителей Сан-Поло, состоящих из проституток, торговцев, продавцов и ремесленников, делать саркастические замечания. Мужчина мог сказать: " если этот мост когда-нибудь будет закончен , мой пенис превратится в гвоздь", а женщина по аналогии: "если мост все-таки построится, то мое влагалище загорится". Обе колкости были вполне типичными для венецианцев того времени, которые включали в свои издевательские песнопения непристойности. Но строительство моста началось в 1588 году, и было завершено в 1591 году. Теперь шутка была посвящена местным жителям, и городская администрация использовала две рельефа, чтобы показать, что с сомневающимися приключились «гвозди» или «пламя».
Hundreds of years have gone by, but this beautiful, old fort remains a testament to the beginning of the United States. Though there have been arguments over which city is the oldest, the general consensus is that St. Augustine was the nation's first established city, and this place has been a hotbed ever since, as both the Spanish and the English fought over who would claim it.
Twice a year, the city holds an event locals know as the Lighting of St. Augustine, though I believe it's now called the Illumination. Held in June and January, each ceremony features a parade in full historic costumes, with everything from bagpipes to fife and drums, and ends with the firing of a musket at the governor's mansion, and a proclamation in either English or Spanish. The parade marchers carry torches through the streets, from the original city gates to the governor's house. It is quite exciting to see, and you really get a sense of history. It's like stepping back in time for a while, walking along the cobblestones. Many of the marchers belong to historic re-enactment groups that actually camp in authentic tents. Their clothing is about as true to period as you can get, too. It's quite a sight to see if you're ever in this area during those times.
Here, the southeastern watchtower is in view, looking over the Matanzas River. A tiny fort, Fort Matanzas, is south of here, and would alert the main fort when they saw ships entering the area. The soldiers would prepare for battle to defend the city.
The walls of the fort are made of coquina stone, which is compressed shells. When the canon balls from the ships hit the walls, they would either bounce off, or embed in the wall of the fort, and didn't do any major damage. Some are still in there!
Inside the fort, you can get a feel for what life there was like. You can still see the bunks the soldiers slept in, and some of the canons and cannonballs that remain. The walls of the fort are something like 12 feet thick. Along the top, there are wide walkways, where the soldiers could get to their posts to shoot, and the watchtowers had holes in which they could shoot through, as well. Canons are still lined up on those walls, and they fire them up occasionally for tourists! I have a video below. This was taken along the top wall of the fort. Just click on the pic to watch the video!
What started out as a lackluster Christmas for me became a very blessed one. We hear lots of Christmas stories over the years, some good, some bad, and I'd like to share mine.
Last year, I adopted two adorable kittens, Ragnar and Freja. At a year and a half, they are still pretty raucous, so I opted not to put up my big tree, with all the special ornaments that I've collected over the years. My fear was that they would climb it, and destroy hundreds of dollars worth of irreplaceable items and memories in the process, as kitties are prone to do in their youth. So, I sent my brother, Shawn, to pick up a little table top tree and a few ornaments instead, so we could have something Christmasy, and wouldn't care if the cats demolished it!
What I had in mind was a 3-4 foot tree, that sitting on a table might look almost as big at eye level as a regular tree, and give us more of a Christmas feel. Well, Shawn grabbed a little tree that said it was 36" high, and some ornaments that were more regular size, and a tree topper that was really designed for a 5 foot tree. I knew when I saw the boxes that this was going to be a challenge, but didn't realize how much of one until the day I went to set everything up!
Okay, I started to open the top of the box the tree was in, when the BOTTOM of the box came open, and this 2 1/2 foot long, black, slug-like thing came sliding out and plopped on the floor! I took one look at that thing and almost began cursing my brother! I picked up the stuck together wad of blackness, and nearly cried! Pulling it's stand out of the box, I read the box, too, and yes. It said "black christmas tree". I thought to myself, "WHY on earth would anyone want a BLACK Christmas tree!?" I almost cried at the prospect of this sorry Christmas, and thought maybe it wasn't too late to just put up the regular tree and take my chances! I knew, though, that this wasn't a good idea, at least not THIS year, and so I started assembling the mini tree.
Well, the tree ended up being about 35" tall in the stand, but was still pretty dinky looking. The ornaments were really too large for it, but I put them on there anyway. Okay, I looked at the tree top and thought, this just isn't going to work! I tried, anyway, but it was hopeless. The giant star was too heavy and big, and flopped right over. On top of that, the cord to plug it in was only about a foot and a half long, and there was no way for me to plug it in anywhere!
The next day, I stopped by a Dollar General and grabbed some tiny Christmas ornaments and a small star that would at least stay put on the top of the tree and sort of look like a topper! Once everything was on there and it was plugged in with the fiber optics glowing, it didn't look bad. The black still bugged me some, but it's okay at night. You can at least imagine it's a dark green! With packages around it, it didn't look completely stupid, and felt a little festive, although certainly one of the least attractive trees I'd ever had!
My family celebrates on Christmas Eve. We like to open presents by the light of the Christmas tree. Seemed like almost a joke this Christmas! Having been sick with a respiratory bug for a couple of weeks, I would get winded when I did much of anything, too, so I barely dusted and did a little vacuuming for the holidays. My brother was supposed to mop the floors, but he had work, and then he was the one who did the cooking- his "famous" open faced, Reuben sandwiches, which took hours of prep work, so when I got off work and came home and found the floors dirty, I was ticked about that, too.
Two of my nephews walked in the door with my brother, and suddenly none of it mattered. We spent the afternoon and early evening chatting, running to the grocery store for corned beef, and enjoying each other's company. When the third nephew got off work and came over, we ate, and what a meat feast it was! After that was opening the presents, which was a blast, and I found myself not wanting the night to end!
How different this was from a month ago. Thanksgiving was awful for me. I had an argument with my brother, and was in a crummy mood. I decided not to even spend the day with my family, and drove to Titusville to eat by myself at Village Inn! I didn't really know how Christmas was going to go, but there was no way I was going to play Scrooge again! I didn't know if my family would harbor grudges against me, or not. They didn't. I didn't. It was a day of realizing how much we loved each other, and how we enjoyed giving each other gifts that would make the others happy. It was a great day.
Most families have a certain amount of dysfunction to them anymore. The "perfect" family, if that ever really existed, seems to be impossible to find, but I think if we think about it, those we care the most about, who care the most about us, are worth the petty squabbles and the difficult moments. We don't always get along, or want to be with each other, but when they are no longer around at all, how lonely life really becomes! Kids move away, friends get promoted and move, and parents die. Then we realize how much we really loved. Too bad we can't always see that BEFORE the tough stuff comes!
This Christmas could have been the worst one ever. It turned out to be one of the best. My sorry, little black tree wasn't the focal point. WE were. Dirty floors and all, it was truly wonderful!
I hope you all had a marvelous holiday season with your loved ones. Now we look forward to the new year 2017. May God bless you all in it, and may it be full of the love, peace and happiness you've always wanted!
No argument as to who has the right of way during this encounter.
I remember the sense of awe I had when I visited Yellowstone for the first time and had my first encounter with a bison on the road. Magnify that feeling by a factor of ten and you will be able to sense the more intense emotions you have when you encounter an African elephant coming down the road towards you.
Various emotions/feelings pass through your body. Excitement as to being so close to one in the wild, a sense of appreciation for their beauty and grace, and apprehension when you realize that they could flip and/or crush your multi-ton vehicle without breaking a sweat.
A photographer's discuss about a standard lens 50mm and a universal zoom on the Nikon D40.
Best arguments are good photos.
So I made this snapshot.
Convinced?
Two Broad-tailed Hummingbird (Selasphorus platycercus) males have an argument over what I suppose is territory. Nothing really happened. Image taken in North Park, Colorado.
Heated discussion over stick placement. The female always wins this argument.
Great Egret (Ardea alba)
UT Southwest Medical Center Rookery
Dallas, Texas
My photos can also be found at kapturedbykala.com
The New Holland honeyeater is a honeyeater species found throughout southern Australia. It was among the first birds to be scientifically described in Australia, and was initially named Certhia novaehollandiae.
With long, slender beaks and a tongue which can protrude well beyond the end of their beaks, New Holland Honeyeaters are able to probe for nectar in the deep flowers of Banksias and Grevilleas.
What to the Slave Is the Fourth of July?
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Frederick Douglass circa 1852
The 1852 pamphlet printing of the speech
"What to the Slave Is the Fourth of July?" is the title now given to a speech by Frederick Douglass delivered on July 5, 1852, in Corinthian Hall, Rochester, New York, addressing the Rochester Ladies' Anti-Slavery Society.The speech is perhaps the most widely known of all of Frederick Douglass' writings save his autobiographies. Many copies of one section of it, beginning in para. 32, have been circulated online.[4] Due to this and the variant titles given to it in various places, and the fact that it is called a July Fourth Oration but was actually delivered on July 5, some confusion has arisen about the date and contents of the speech. The speech has since been published under the above title in The Frederick Douglass Papers, Series One, Vol. 2. [5
While referring to the celebrations of the Independence Day in the United States the day before, the speech explores the constitutional and values-based arguments against the continued existence of Slavery in the United States. Douglass orates that positive statements about American values, such as liberty, citizenship, and freedom, were an offense to the enslaved population of the United States because of their lack of freedom, liberty, and citizenship. As well, Douglass referred not only to the captivity of enslaved people, but to the merciless exploitation and the cruelty and torture that slaves were subjected to in the United States.Rhetoricians R.L. Heath and D. Waymer called this topic the "paradox of the positive" because it highlights how something positive and meant to be positive can also exclude individuals.
Qué para el esclavo es el cuatro de julio?
De Wikipedia, la enciclopedia libre
Frederick Douglass circa 1852
La impresión del discurso en 1852.
"¿Qué para el esclavo es el cuatro de julio?" es el título ahora dado a un discurso de Frederick Douglass pronunciado el 5 de julio de 1852, en Corinthian Hall, Rochester, Nueva York, dirigido a la Sociedad Antiesclavista de Damas de Rochester. El discurso es quizás el más conocido de todos los Frederick Douglass 'escritos salvan sus autobiografías. Muchas copias de una sección, comenzando en el párr. 32, se han distribuido en línea. [4] Debido a esto y a los títulos variantes que se le otorgan en varios lugares, y al hecho de que se llama una oración del 4 de julio, pero en realidad se entregó el 5 de julio, ha surgido cierta confusión sobre la fecha y el contenido del discurso. Desde entonces, el discurso ha sido publicado bajo el título anterior en The Frederick Douglass Papers, Series One, vol. 2. [5
Al referirse a las celebraciones del Día de la Independencia en los Estados Unidos el día anterior, el discurso explora los argumentos constitucionales y basados en valores contra la existencia continua de la esclavitud en los Estados Unidos. Douglass dice que las declaraciones positivas sobre los valores estadounidenses, como la libertad, la ciudadanía y la libertad, fueron un delito para la población esclavizada de los Estados Unidos debido a su falta de libertad, libertad y ciudadanía. Además, Douglass se refirió no solo al cautiverio de las personas esclavizadas, sino a la explotación despiadada y la crueldad y tortura a la que fueron sometidos los esclavos en los Estados Unidos. Los retóricos RL Heath y D. Waymer llamaron a este tema la "paradoja de lo positivo "porque resalta cómo algo positivo y destinado a ser positivo también puede excluir a las personas.
En el "Bosque de Finlandia" donde se quiso recrear el típico paisaje finlandés, con coníferas, abedules y chopos ......Rascafría (Madrid)
Las causas de esta extraña forma no están nada claras, lo que ha dado pie a las más disparatadas conjeturas
Una teoría muy popular es que los árboles pudieron haber sido aplastados
Otra argumenta que esta forma no es un capricho de la naturaleza sino que es el resultado de la acción del hombre, que les dio esta forma a propósito, para producir madera curva
Pero la realidad es que se considera la posibilidad de que la deformación esté causada por una roya, un hongo que causa deformaciones en los arboles jóvenes.
It'll happen to me at work. I'll see someone pass by, just start wondering what their life is like. That lady in the costume department...why did she bring her dog to work?
People in the car next to me, while I'm driving. Why is that guy wearing a mask inside his car?
Folks on the street, having an argument. Maybe getting into a fight. At the supermarket, why all that alcohol on a sunday afternoon?
the curiosity is nonstop, whether I like it or not. Incessant, really. And so far, only photography helps soothe that curiosity. Every once in awhile, I'm able to reach out, get those questions answered by asking to take someone's picture.
It's that curiosity that drives every single click of the shutter.
Ukrainians!
Our dear defenders!
This day, April 1, the occupiers decided to mark with two equally silly jokes. One such joke is about people in Russia. They started the spring conscription, which looks traditional, but is still different from the usual. Because this year's conscripts can be sent to war against our state, against our people. So, this is a guaranteed death for many very young guys.
And although they are not our citizens, although they are citizens of the state that is at war with us on our land, it is still our duty as people to warn.
Warn each such conscript, their parents. We don't need more dead people here. Save your children so that they do not become villains. Don't send them to the army. Do whatever you can to keep them alive. At home. At their home.
The Russians won’t be told the whole truth about this conscription and about the fate of the conscripts. But still, if you can convey the truth to them - do it.
I want to dwell on the fact that the Russian Federation is trying to take people into the army in Crimea. This is a violation of international humanitarian law and a war crime for which there will be responsibility. And which is also an argument for increasing sanctions against Russia.
That's why I want to tell the people of Crimea: sabotage this story. At any stage. And if it doesn't work out, don't fulfill criminal orders and surrender to the Armed Forces of Ukraine at the first opportunity. We will understand everything. You will live.
The occupiers played a second very silly April Fool's joke with some residents of the southern regions of Ukraine, where Russian troops had temporarily entered.
They appoint some "Gauleiters", some temporary leaders. And they are threatening employees of enterprises and authorities to cooperate with these deceived appointees.
My message to them is simple: the responsibility for collaboration is inevitable. Tomorrow or the day after tomorrow is a secondary issue. The main thing is the inevitability that justice will be restored. Therefore, everyone who became a Gauleiter can already register somewhere in Rostov. And there will be problems for cooperation with them or with the occupiers directly. This is the last warning.
The occupiers are withdrawing forces in the north of our country. The withdrawal is slow but noticeable. Somewhere they are expelled with battles. Somewhere they leave positions on their own. After them a complete disaster and many dangers are left. It's true.
Firstly, the bombing may continue. Secondly, they are mining all this territory. Mining houses, equipment, even the bodies of killed people. Too many tripwire mines, too many other dangers...
We are moving forward. Moving carefully. And everyone who returns to this area must also be very careful! It is still impossible to return to normal life as it was. Even in the areas we return after the fighting. You will have to wait. Wait for our land to be cleared. Wait until you can be assured that new shelling is impossible.
In the east of our country, the situation remains extremely difficult. The Russian militaries are being accumulated in Donbas, in the Kharkiv direction. They are preparing for new powerful blows. We are preparing for even more active defense. We use all opportunities - both internal and external. Necessarily.
I emphasize once again: hard battles lie ahead. Now we cannot think that we have already passed all the tests. We all strive for victory. But when it comes everyone will see it. Everyone will feel that peace is coming.
In the afternoon I spoke with President of France Macron. About the humanitarian situation in the Ukrainian cities shelled by the occupiers. The situation in Mariupol was discussed separately. For which, I hope, there may still be a solution. Europe has no right to react in silence to what is happening in our Mariupol. The whole world must react to this humanitarian catastrophe.
Today humanitarian corridors worked in three regions - Donetsk, Luhansk, Zaporizhzhia. 6,266 people were rescued. In particular, 3,071 people from Mariupol.
We are separately agreeing on the removal of the wounded and dead from the city. Our military, our civilians - all citizens. We are talking about this with Turkey as a mediator. Hopefully I will be able to report the details soon.
In the afternoon I met with President of the European Parliament Roberta Metsola. Met in Kyiv. I am grateful to her for this important visit, which demonstrates to some other politicians that courage at a time like this is one of the most important traits for a politician. We talked about how to accelerate Ukraine's accession to the European Union. There are specifics. We also talked about arms supplies and support of European parliamentarians in this. And also about the sanctions policy. About a deeper sanctions policy against Russia. Because if there is an embargo, then it is an embargo. If there is SWIFT, then it is for all banks. And if it is business with Russia, it is not just a suspension of activities, but a complete withdrawal of European companies from the Russian market.
Traditionally, I signed a decree on awarding our defenders. Seven servicemen of the State Service for Special Communication and Information Protection. Two of them - posthumously.
Eternal memory to all who died for Ukraine! Eternal gratitude to our defenders!
And finally. Tomorrow, April 2, Ukrainian Muslims together with all Muslims of the world will celebrate the holy month of Ramadan. Sincere prayers, mutual forgiveness and good deeds characterize this month. But in Ukraine, another virtue is added - loyalty to brothers-in-arms and your people in battles.
In the battles for the freedom of Ukraine. In our war for independence. In which we will definitely win. We will definitely achieve peace. For our entire land.
I sincerely wish you peace! Everyone. The whole of Ukraine! All the people of the world.
Glory to Ukraine!
In a three part series, these two marmots, I thought at first, were doing some sort of a male dominance theme. Kinda like how elk and moose rut to establish dominance for a mate. These marmots did this theme where they both stand on their hind legs and dance. This photo captures the essence of an argument; a sort of ply to dominate.
This pair of Northern Mockingbirds was sitting on top of my compost bin, hopping around and fussing about something. I don't know if it was a heated argument or an animated discussion, but whatever it was lasted several minutes before they decided to fly their separate ways.
Song: www.youtube.com/watch?v=Tl-dmo9_VCg
Una batalla épica entre el bien y el mal ✨⚔️ Aquí estamos, inmersos en un duelo de fuerzas opuestas. Ella, una valiente Jedi, emana determinación y habilidad con su espada láser azul, mientras que él, un poderoso Sith, despliega su dominio oscuro con su sable rojo.
The biggest of the babies looks like standing up to their mom like "where is my food". Funny because we spent 3hours in this park and the sun went down and the dad NEVER SHOWED up , just what everyone was waiting for.
HARDWICK HALL, WHICH IS LOCATED IN CHESTERFIELD, DERBYSHIRE, IS THE FORMER HOME OF ELIZABETH SHREWSBURY, ALSO KNOWN AS BESS OF HARDWICK. IT WAS BUILT BETWEEN 1590 AND 1597 AND DESIGNED BY ARCHITECT ROBERT SMYTHSON.
BESS OF HARDWICK CAME FROM A HUMBLE ORIGIN BUT SHE LATER BECAME ONE OF THE MOST POWERFUL PEOPLE NEXT TO QUEEN ELIZABETH I. SHE WAS MARRIED FOUR TIMES, GAINING MORE POWER AFTER EACH MARRIAGE. AFTER SHE MARRIED SIR WILLIAM CAVENDISH, SHE CONVINCED HIM TO MOVE BACK TO HER HOME COUNTY. AS A NATIVE OF DERBYSHIRE, BESS WAS VERY FOND OF THE SCENERY AND THE QUIET ENVIRONMENT. THEY PURCHASED THE PROPERTY FOR THEIR WELL-KNOWN HOME, CHATSWORTH HOUSE, IN 1549 AND BEGAN BUILDING IN 1552.
BESS MARRIED 2 MORE MEN OVER THE COURSE OF 10 YEARS, HER LAST BEING THE EARL OF SHREWSBURY, WHO WAS ONE OF THE RICHEST AND MOST POWERFUL ENGLISH NOBLES. THE SHREWSBURY’S WERE GUARDIANS OF MARY, QUEEN OF SCOTS FOR MANY YEARS, WHILE SHE WAS HELD CAPTIVE AT CHATSWORTH HOUSE. BESS IS ALSO THE DIRECT ANCESTRESS OF THE DUKES OF DEVONSHIRE.
THE STORY TOLD IS THAT BESS HAD A TERRIBLE ARGUMENT WITH HER HUSBAND, THE EARL OF SHREWSBURY, AND LEFT THEIR HOME AT CHATSWORTH IN 1584. SHE THEN ORGANIZED PLANS TO REBUILD THE OLD HALL AT HARDWICK TO CREATE A NEW HOME FOR HERSELF. HOWEVER, HER PLANS CHANGED IN 1590 WHEN THE EARL DIED, WHICH LEFT HER WITH HIS INHERITANCE. DUE TO HER NEW POSITIVE FINANCIAL SITUATION, BESS DECIDED TO BUILD A NEW CONSTRUCTION AT HARDWICK, ELIMINATING THE RENOVATION PLANS FOR THE OLD HALL ALL TOGETHER AND CREATING THE NEW HALL. SHE MOVED INTO HER NEW HOUSE IN OCTOBER 1597. THE OLD HALL WAS LEFT IN DISREPAIR AND TODAY IN A RUINED STATE.
HER NEW HARDWICK HALL WAS A TRUE STATEMENT FOR HER POWER AND WEALTH. IT CONTAINED NUMEROUS WINDOWS THAT WERE EXCEPTIONALLY LARGE FOR THE TIME PERIOD. GLASS WAS A LUXURY, AND THE HOUSE WAS DESCRIBED AS BEING MORE GLASS THAN WALLS. THE CHIMNEYS WERE ALSO BUILT INTO THE INTERNAL WALLS, INSTEAD OF BEING CONSTRUCTED ON THE OUTSIDE. THIS WAS DONE TO ALLOW MORE ROOM FOR THE LARGE WINDOWS WITHOUT WEAKENING THE EXTERIOR STRUCTURE. AN ADDED TOUCH BY BESS WAS THE CARVED ‘ES’ INITIALS THAT ARE PRESENT IN 6 OF THE ROOFTOP SCULPTURES AT THE HEAD OF EACH TOWER.
THE TRUE TREASURE OF HARDWICK HALL IS THE REMARKABLE CONTENTS INSIDE THAT WERE COLLECTED BY THE COUNTESS. AN EXCEPTIONALLY UNIQUE COLLECTION OF PAINTINGS AND FURNITURE FROM THE 16TH CENTURY ARE STILL PRESENT INSIDE. THE HALL IS FULLY FURNISHED, EXACTLY AS BESS WOULD HAVE KEPT IT. THE SECOND FLOOR OF THE HOUSE CONTAINS THE LARGEST LONG GALLERY THAT HAS EVER BEEN PRESENT IN AN ENGLISH HOUSE. THE MOST NOTABLE FEATURES ARE THE TAPESTRIES AND NEEDLEWORK ON DISPLAY. MUCH OF THE NEEDLEWORK ART HAS THE ‘ES’ INITIALS AND IT IS THEREFORE ASSUMED THAT BESS HERSELF CREATED MUCH OF IT.
This was the sunset on Saturday when super moon was coming. As most of the people went to see and shoot the super moon, I was wandering in Terra Nova watching the sunset.
I forgot to bring my ND filter and so my Nikon was struggling to capture the high contrast in the scene.
I am always lazy and careless in making sure of high technical quality in the pictures. I don’t think much details in highlight and shadow are recorded and this is of course a flawed image.
Many photographers including amateur and professional care a lot about technical quality in pictures.
I always give myself the excuse and argument to escape from this. When you put a lot of effort in getting the best technical quality, you may be putting less effort in aesthetic quality at the same time.
With the advance of technology, the technical quality in the pictures will be surpassed in 10 or 20 years the most. But the great aesthetic beauty in Atget’s Paris pictures or works by Henri Cartier-Bresson will last 100 years or 1,000 years even when the modern cameras and lenses can produce better quality than the ones used by Atget or Bresson.
So I remain lazy in learning the high dynamic range in Photoshop and all the sophisticated techniques in digital world. I am still shooting JPEG and using cheap glasses. I am not interested to analyze the test results of all the gears and optics. I wonder if Van Gogh will bother to choose the brushes and paint before he draws the sunflowers and self portraits.
Happy Monday and great week ahead!
talk, it's only talk
arguments, agreements, advice, answers,
ariculate announcements
it's only talk
talk, it's only talk
babble, burble, banter, bicker bicker
brouhaha, boulderdash, ballyhoo
it's only talk, back talk
talk talk talk, its only talk
comments, cliches, commentary, controversy
chatter, chit-chat, chit-chat, chit-chat,
conversation, contradiction, criticism
it's only talk, cheap talk
talk, talk, it's only talk
debates, discussions
these are words with a D this time
dialogue, dualogue, diatribe,
dissention, declamation
double talk, double talk
talk, talk, it's all talk
too much talk
small talk
talk that trash
expressions, editorials, expugnations,
exclamations, enfadulations
it's all talk
elephant talk, elephant talk, elephant talk
Constructed between 1847 and 1849 by the Manchester, Sheffield and Lincolnshire Railway, (MS&LR - later became the Great Central), this is Torksey railway Viaduct, which crosses the River Trent between Lincolnshire & Nottinghamshire, roughly half way between Lincoln and Gainsborough. Designed by John Fowler (1817-1898), who later was one of the two engineers for the Forth Rail Bridge, Torksey Viaduct is a rare, and early surviving example of a tubular girder bridge.
There are two 130-foot spans over the River Trent, each consisting of two massive wrought iron girders - as seen here.
These are supported on stone piers - one in the centre and one at each side. On the Lincolnshire side is a 570-foot approach viaduct of 20 spans, and the bridge proper starts over a small natural island in the river. The position of the Bridge was chosen to use this island to simplify the task.
Captain Lintorn Simmons, the Board of Trade’s inspector, refused to grant permission for the viaduct to be opened, having “entertained doubts as to the ultimate security” of the bridge. After much argument, Fowler, supported by the Engineering profession, won the day, and the first train passed over in April 1850.
The bridge was twice strengthened - in 1877 & 1897, because increasing traffic and train loads. A conventional steel lattice girder (again, seen in this photograph) was inserted centrally into both main spans in the 1897 works, whilst the northern girders were moved out to maintain track clearances.
The "Leverton Branch", as this line (which ran between Sykes Junction near Lincoln and Clarborough, just West of Gainsborough), was known, was closed on November 3rd 1959, with Lincoln-Sheffield trains taking the only slightly less direct route through Gainsborough Lea Road. However, the line to the West of the Trent was reinstated in 1969 to serve the new power station at Cottam's need for coal, whilst on the Lincolnshire side, the line was run from Sykes Junction to the Shell petrol depot at Torksey. Only the viaduct itself remained closed.
The Oil traffic ceased in the late 1980s, and the track is now all lifted (and the road bridge on the Gainsborough-Lincoln road was removed).
Until the early 1990s it was possible the walk across the viaduct - this was no longer possible by the 1990s as the track bed had been removed on the bridge itself, and that part was fenced off. Happily, this was resolved during the las 12 months. The cycling and footpath charity Sustrans have installed the required safety fencing and reinstated the bridge bed on the North side. There is now a fine footpath over the impressive bridge to the riverbank on the Western (Nottinghamshire) side of the river. This shot shows the (still without a track bed) South side of the bridge.
The viaduct is rightly covered by a Grade II* listing but worryingly, also features on English Heritage's Buildings at Risk register.
Camera: Nikon F5
Lens: Nikkor 28-80mm zoom
Film: Kodak Ektar 100
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". And I'm sure you knew already but this is a Red Grouse flying at speed, taken on the Peak District Moors.
I’ve been thinking allot lately, catalysed by some reading about conceptual photography. This has had a paradoxical effect on me, on one hand agreeing with elements in both, but apposing arguments about pictorial v conceptual. Anyway without drawing this out into an essay, it seems that the thing that is never mentioned in these discussions is the motives as to why people prefer each approach...
Without wishing to sound up my own behind, let me make the generalised overly simplified assumption about each. One is the desire to satisfy the mind and the other is the desire to stimulate the heart.
Funny how you always see the conceptualists complaining about pictorialism and not the other way around. I wonder why is it not justified to be a lover of the pictorialists approach alone, when the conceptualist dismisses those that don’t fit into their formula? Surely this is the egocentricity, uncertainty? Why is it so wrong to be motivated by texture, shape, movement, colour, composition? Why do some people feel a need to stimulate their intellect over their sensitivities? Upbringing, too left brained, locked in the cupboard under the stairs for too long as children?
Anyway this image is a result of conceptual arguments clouding my sentiments with intellect, and before I pin a concept onto it, I’m curious, what does say to you?
Note: There is a concept but I wonder if anybody can tell without words?