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Formally known as the McMillin Mausoleum, Afterglow Vista is the final resting place of a mineral magnate's family, entombed among a symbolic structure that looks like something out of a fantasy novel. John S. McMillin owned a successful Washington lime works during his life, as well as being a staunch Methodist and active Mason. Thus when he constructed the epic mausoleum that would house the remains of he and his family's remains, he brought together all of his interests to conceive Afterglow Vista, the name which is actually placed on the stone arch leading to the burial site.
The so-called "mausoleum" is actually an open air rotunda with a huge limestone table in the middle. Around the table are thick stone chairs not only representing the members of the McMillin family, but actually containing their ashes and acting as headstones. This was meant to represent the family dinner table that the McMillins would rather around. There seems to be an empty space at the table and it is said that this was meant to represent the McMillin son who turned away from Methodism. The table is circled by a six Roman columns and a single broken column which is said to represent the unfinished nature of man's life. The columns were originally going to hold a brass dome over the table, but in the end the family opted to leave the site exposed to the elements. Even the steps leading up to the monument were numbered with Masonic significance to represent the stages of life. This meaningful and loaded statement on death and family is open to the public, although anyone wishing to shoot a swords and sorcery epic may need a permit.
The McMillin Family Mausoleum was built by John S. McMillin as a memorial for his family, and for the things in which he believed. It incorporates symbols from Masonry, the Bible, and the Sigma Chi fraternity, all of which were important to him. He also incorporated his own views of family unity. The structure is approached by two sets of stairs, representing the steps within the Masonic Order. The stairs on the east side of the mausoleum stand for the spiritual life of man. The winding in the path symbolizes that the future cannot be seen. The stairs were built in sets of three, five and seven. This represents the three stages of life (youth, manhood, age), the five orders of architecture (Tuscan, Doric, Iconic, Corinthian, Composite), the five senses, and the seven liberal arts and sciences (grammar, rhetoric, logic, arithmetic, geometry, music, astronomy). The columns were created to be the same size as those in King Solomon's temple. The broken column represents the broken column of life -- that man dies before his work is completed. The center of the mausoleum boasts a round table of limestone and concrete surrounded by six stone and concrete chairs. The chair bases are crypts for the ashes of the family, while the whole represents their reunion after death. The construction of the mausoleum began in 1930 and was completed to its present state by the spring of 1936 at a cost of approximately $30,000. McMillin had planned to erect a bronze dome with a Maltese cross atop the edifice. He had ordered the dome, but his son, Paul, cancelled the order, as the company did not have the $20,000 it would cost.
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"He giveth the Ring of Virtues; he teacheth the Arts of Arithmetic, Astronomy, Geometry, and all handicrafts absolutely. He giveth true and full answers unto thy demands. He maketh one Invincible. He showeth the place where Treasures lie, and guardeth it. He, amongst the Legions of Amaymon, governeth 72 Legions of Inferior Spirits."
Originally built for the wonderful Dictionnaire Infernal collab in 2019, where we depicted a number of demons from occult tradition. He's gone through a decent number of changes during the years and now I can safely say he's done.
Mio could handle arithmetic, but algebra mystifies her.
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Created for the Toy Sunday theme, FOREIGNERS.
On EXPLORE June 25, 2008
Best to: View Large and On Black
With the photo I wanted to say a personal HBW to each one of you, and to say "Hello, and Thank You All". I wanted also to communicate that I will not be able leave you a comment or a message for a few days. With the following quote I wish you a splendid week ahead and {{{HUGS}}} to all of you's.
"The hardest arithmetic to master is that which enables us to count our blessings." Eric Hoffer 1902-1983, Author and Philosopher
Peter all geared up for a game of golf. First of all, you have to understand that he is a scientist, with an extraordinary brain! Part of that brain - just a tiny part - has had some damage inflicted on it by a couple of strokes and a TIA. He has a few problems - like working out what time he has to leave home in order to arrive at the course for his tee time, remembering how many shots he has taken to get to the green, and simple arithmetic. He also doesn't give a hoot about what he looks like - but I think that goes back a long, long way! He hates anything new, unless its a fast car or a new golf club. Life is never dull with him around, which is why I enjoy his days on the golf course..... He's not even very good at it any more, according to the stories he tells when he gets home - but he loves the camaraderie and the fresh air and exercise! And I relish a few hours peace and quiet!
“In the arithmetic of love, one plus one equals everything, and two minus one equals nothing.”
~Mignon McLaughlin
Then and Now…
Thoughts on a Birthday Weekend
Then: Mommy
Now: Grandmommy :)
Then: I’m holding my first baby, who is now the age I was in this picture….
Now: I’m holding her first baby, who looks and acts so much like my daughter did as a baby….
Then: Exactly half the age that I am now….
Now: I’ve lived precisely a million times as much life in the years since the first shot was taken—(that’s a proven arithmetic fact)…. :)
Then: So young….
Now: ….oh never mind….
Formally known as the McMillin Mausoleum, Afterglow Vista is the final resting place of a mineral magnate's family, entombed among a symbolic structure that looks like something out of a fantasy novel. John S. McMillin owned a successful Washington lime works during his life, as well as being a staunch Methodist and active Mason. Thus when he constructed the epic mausoleum that would house the remains of he and his family's remains, he brought together all of his interests to conceive Afterglow Vista, the name which is actually placed on the stone arch leading to the burial site.
The so-called "mausoleum" is actually an open air rotunda with a huge limestone table in the middle. Around the table are thick stone chairs not only representing the members of the McMillin family, but actually containing their ashes and acting as headstones. This was meant to represent the family dinner table that the McMillins would rather around. There seems to be an empty space at the table and it is said that this was meant to represent the McMillin son who turned away from Methodism. The table is circled by a six Roman columns and a single broken column which is said to represent the unfinished nature of man's life. The columns were originally going to hold a brass dome over the table, but in the end the family opted to leave the site exposed to the elements. Even the steps leading up to the monument were numbered with Masonic significance to represent the stages of life. This meaningful and loaded statement on death and family is open to the public, although anyone wishing to shoot a swords and sorcery epic may need a permit.
The McMillin Family Mausoleum was built by John S. McMillin as a memorial for his family, and for the things in which he believed. It incorporates symbols from Masonry, the Bible, and the Sigma Chi fraternity, all of which were important to him. He also incorporated his own views of family unity. The structure is approached by two sets of stairs, representing the steps within the Masonic Order. The stairs on the east side of the mausoleum stand for the spiritual life of man. The winding in the path symbolizes that the future cannot be seen. The stairs were built in sets of three, five and seven. This represents the three stages of life (youth, manhood, age), the five orders of architecture (Tuscan, Doric, Iconic, Corinthian, Composite), the five senses, and the seven liberal arts and sciences (grammar, rhetoric, logic, arithmetic, geometry, music, astronomy). The columns were created to be the same size as those in King Solomon's temple. The broken column represents the broken column of life -- that man dies before his work is completed. The center of the mausoleum boasts a round table of limestone and concrete surrounded by six stone and concrete chairs. The chair bases are crypts for the ashes of the family, while the whole represents their reunion after death. The construction of the mausoleum began in 1930 and was completed to its present state by the spring of 1936 at a cost of approximately $30,000. McMillin had planned to erect a bronze dome with a Maltese cross atop the edifice. He had ordered the dome, but his son, Paul, cancelled the order, as the company did not have the $20,000 it would cost.
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It was a Sunday morning on the first day of December. More than 21,000 souls had converged at the iconic Arts and Sciences park in the heart of Valencia to take part in what is generally regarded as the greatest marathon race in Spain, and one of the best in Europe too. While most of the continent shivered under its winter cloak, the mild Mediterranean air greeted the morning here with the promise of a warm day ahead. There was a sense of anticipation all around as the competitors arrived at the marathon village. Among them was runner number 24478, aged 53 from Cornwall, UK. Written beneath his number, clear for all to see was his name. Like almost everyone else, he'd arrived early on the free bus service in order to go through the usual routine of queuing for the bank of portable toilets, finding the bag depository, queuing for the portable toilets again, and then finding his starting pen - one near the back of the field.
I've never been good at doing my homework. Every exam I ever did in my life succeeded or failed based on last minute cramming, and my brief history of marathon running tells a similar tale. My preparation had been especially unimpressive this time. Instead of retiring for an early night with a glass of water I'd jumped aboard a bus to the Mestalla to watch Valencia beat Villareal 2-1 in a local derby the previous evening - I got back to our apartment just before midnight. The truth is I'm not really that keen on running, but having been dragged into a weekly social trot, I soon found myself being coaxed into entering races. Before I knew what had happened, I had done several half marathons - I even got quite good at those, and managed to run the last Plymouth half in one hour and forty-five minutes. So despite knowing there was nothing left after every thirteen mile race I'd ever taken part in, it was inevitable that I'd eventually register for the big one at some point. The trouble was that while I could get through a half fairly comfortably without doing extra training, a full marathon was a different proposition entirely. Without sticking to a plan it was always going to be a case of finishing rather than flourishing, and as I stood on the starting line I knew I was going to be among the last runners to cross the line twenty-six miles later. This was my third (and to date last) marathon and the two previous performances had been unremarkable at best. What made things worse was that this was an "elite" marathon, whose entrance form almost served to discourage anyone who might take longer than five hours. Not long after this time they would start to rip up the beautiful blue carpet that marked the final hundred metres to the finishing line outside the Science Museum and the remaining stragglers would be forced into the ignominy of a diversion in those last moments of glory. I wanted to reach that blue carpet before they rolled it away for another year. My previous times had been five hours and sixteen minutes at Brighton and a slightly better four hours forty-two in Edinburgh. That five hour target seemed important if I wanted to finish the race properly.
I like to break marathons down into segments. When I've done five miles I'll say to myself - "you've only got to do that four more times." This mental arithmetic starts very early and helps me get through the early miles. At some point I'll reach the halfway mark and remind myself that everything is fine. That much distance again and I'll have finished. I like those early miles when nothing hurts and you can enjoy the atmosphere around you. Later on parts of your body are screaming at you and you find yourself saying "never again" over and over, under your breath and then out loud. Why does anyone do this? I wasn't even running for charity this time - I was doing it for fun. Fun? Really?
At first things were fine as I kept to my planned pace. The lovely thing about a big city race is how much encouragement you receive from the thousands of total strangers who line the streets. I don't know whether they realise quite how much they contribute, but when people you'll never see again yell "animo Dom!" as you stagger past in exhaustion it can be one of the most powerful emotions you'll ever know. At one point where the route doubled back on itself I'd seen a cluster of young men, mostly Kenyans and Ethiopians, lithe, strong and agile, racing along towards me on the opposite side of the long and ruler-straight Avinguda dels Tarongers, close to where we were staying. Later the winner would cross the finishing line in a quicker time than it took me to get to the halfway point.
It was at the 26km marker that my right hip began to complain. I'd been running comfortably if slowly up until that moment, but very quickly I was in pain with ten miles to go. From here I had no choice but to alternate walking with running, greeting every kilometre marker with a flush of joy as the remaining distance very gradually dwindled, much of it through the loneliest and emptiest parts of the course on the western outskirts of the city. Through narrow streets flanked by tall buildings on either side I pressed on through the city centre - the left hip now joining its opposite side in protest. At least I was heading back towards the end of the course, and the shadows of the buildings provided shelter from the sunny afternoon that was warmer than most summer days are at home. Further along I noticed two young girls, waiting their moment to find a gap between the runners to cross the marathon course. Each was clothed in old fashioned traditional outfits, and carrying a sort of stick with a wheel at the base and a toy bull's head at the top. To my horror I realised where they were going - the bullring was just across the road. There are many reasons to love Spain, but I just can't get my head around the notion that bullfighting is still considered acceptable by so many people here. I tried to put them out of my mind and pushed on.
From time to time the cheers and support from the crowds spurred me on and I would run a little bit harder through the pain before slowing to a walk again. And then after an age the 40km marker appeared, bringing a huge boost with it. There was only a mile and a quarter to go and an enormous wave of joy swept along behind me, helping me to complete the race without walking again. Finally I was among the stunning buildings of the Arts and Sciences once more, and then at last I could feel that magical beautiful blue carpet beneath my feet and I knew that finisher's medal was mine - along with an ice cold beer. At last I could enjoy that warm sunshine. I'd completed the race in four hours and fifty-six minutes, and I wasn't last to cross the line either. It doesn't matter how long it takes - the sense of elation on the finishing line of a marathon course is like nothing else I've ever felt. Even the memory of it feels quite overwhelming. The pain soon goes, but the medal and that moment on the finishing line are mine forever.
I was hoping to enter another continental marathon in 2020, but of course events in the wider world put paid to that. I took part in a virtual half marathon in March last year, but since then I haven't run much at all. I'd like to think I might do another one yet, but who knows for sure. One thing I do know is that Brighton, Edinburgh and Valencia are three cities that will always hold particularly special memories for me.
I took a few photos during our time in Valencia, but wasn't especially happy with any of them. Then for some reason today I remembered the morning light that day, and the fact that I'd taken a snap of the Hemisferic beneath it on my phone. I decided to see whether I could do anything with it at all, and was surprised to get a result. It's not an image that could be printed on an enormous scale, but for me it calls to mind a very special memory and all of those thoughts that were going through my head as my insides churned on that beautiful Sunday morning. After all, for me at least, collecting memories is what photographs are for.
Have a good weekend everyone.
It's tail was straight-up while walking - Spring 2016
South Florida - Dade County - Miami, Florida U.S.A.
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The ring-tailed lemur is a large primate and the most recognized
lemur due to its long, black and white ringed tail. Like all lemurs it
is endemic to the island of Madagascar. It inhabits gallery forests
to spiny scrub in the southern regions of the island. The animal is active exclusively in daylight hours.
It is highly social, living in groups of up to 30 individuals. It is also female dominant, a trait common among lemurs. To keep warm and reaffirm social bonds, groups will huddle together. The ring-tailed lemur will also sunbathe, sitting upright facing its underside, with its thinner white fur towards the sun. Like other lemurs, this species relies strongly on its sense of smell and marks its territory with scent glands.
As one of the most vocal primates, the ring-tailed lemur uses numerous vocalizations including group cohesion and alarm calls. Experiments have shown that the ring-tailed lemur, despite the lack of a large brain, can organize sequences, understand basic arithmetic operations and preferentially select tools based on functional qualities.
A new image-processing technique called “X-arithmetic” is allowing astronomers to analyze NASA Chandra’s X-ray data and identify features in the gas of galaxy clusters and groups like never before. By comparing the outcome from the X-arithmetic technique to computer simulations, researchers can classify some of the largest structures in the universe by their nature rather than just their appearance. The researchers applied this technique to 15 galaxy clusters and groups, and this collection shows the central regions of five galaxy clusters in the sample: MS 0735+7421, the Perseus Cluster, M87 in the Virgo Cluster, Abell 2052, and Cygnus A.
Credit: X-ray: NASA/CXC/Univ. of Chicago/H. McCall
#NASAMarshall #NASA #astrophysics #NASAChandra #Space #Chandra #Telescope #beautiful #space #science #astronomy #galaxy #GalaxyCluster
Heute musste Tim mal wieder für mich modeln... :)
Zwei Fotos mit dem 100mm Macro geschossen und in PS zusammengefügt. Das Foto vom Rechenheft habe ich gespiegelt, da man ja quasi "hindurchblickt".
Strobist info:
1x yn 568 EX II, triggered by rf622, through small umbrella from cam left, very close distance. ETTL mode.
Island Of Madagascar
Off The East Coast Of Africa
Berenty Reserve
The ring-tailed lemur (Lemur catta) is a large strepsirrhine primate and the most recognized lemur due to its long, black and white ringed tail. It belongs to Lemuridae, one of five lemur families, and is the only member of the Lemur genus.
Like all lemurs it is endemic to the island of Madagascar. Known locally in Malagasy as maky ([makʲ] ,it inhabits gallery forests to spiny scrub in the southern regions of the island.
It is omnivorous and the most terrestrial of extant lemurs. The animal is diurnal, being active exclusively in daylight hours.
The ring-tailed lemur is highly social, living in groups of up to 30 individuals. It is also female dominant, a trait common among lemurs. To keep warm and reaffirm social bonds, groups will huddle together. The ring-tailed lemur will also sunbathe, sitting upright facing its underside, with its thinner white fur towards the sun.
Like other lemurs, this species relies strongly on its sense of smell and marks its territory with scent glands. The males perform a unique scent marking behavior called spur marking and will participate in stink fights by impregnating their tail with their scent and wafting it at opponents.
As one of the most vocal primates, the ring-tailed lemur uses numerous vocalizations including group cohesion and alarm calls. Experiments have shown that the ring-tailed lemur, despite the lack of a large brain (relative to simiiform primates), can organize sequences, understand basic arithmetic operations and preferentially select tools based on functional qualities.
Another image of a mother and youngster can be seen in the first comment section.
Somewhereville mathematician Dr. Festivus Fell specializes in Transfinite Arithmetic (TA). Dr. Fell claims that TA goes well beyond infinity, where numbers do battle with paradox. He has been heard to say in in his lectures that, “Infinity is not a destination—it’s a suggestion." To which he quickly follows up with, "People often ask me what comes after infinity. I tell them: Regret. Usually regret."
Whew--this dude is heavy.
Image imagined in MidJourney AI and finished with Topaz Studio and Lightroom Classic.
Using DA Gregory's words from The Derelict Miscellany website (no copyright infringment intended):
In the late nineteenth century, the Anglican Church began to make concerted efforts to minister to the poor rural communities of the Sussex Weald: redbrick mission rooms, churches and chapels sprung up in even the most isolated places, attended by families of farmers, woodsmen, bodgers and wood-colliers. Many of these communities were also miles from the nearest school and there was a pressing need, especially after the Elementary Education Act of 1870, to provide adequate schooling. Where children were too few to justify a board school, the Church typically filled the gaps, teaching basic reading, writing, arithmetic and religious instruction.
It was against this background that William Townley Mitford (1817-1889), Member of Parliament for Midhurst and Squire of nearby Pitshill House paid for a dual-purpose church and school to be built at Bedham. The modest brick building, dedicated to St. Michæl and All Angels, was built in a hollow below the road on a northwest-southeast alignment. A plaque on the north-west wall states that:
"FOR THE WORSHIP OF ALMIGHTY GOD/ IN GRATITUDE FOR MANY BLESSINGS/ THIS BUILDING WAS ERECTED BY/ WM. TOWNLEY MITFORD, OF PITSHILL/ ANNO DOMINI 1880."
During the school week, the building was divided in two by a curtain separating infants from seniors; every Friday afternoon, the chairs and desks would be turned to face the altar ready for Sunday service. Worship was led by the Rector of nearby Fittleworth with the master of Fittleworth School serving both as lay reader and headmaster. Despite the two annual maintenance visits from Mitford's own carpenters, by 1913 the school was found to be in 'a very unsatisfactory state' with 'defective lighting and ventilation' and the girls' earth closet 'very offensive indeed.' Due to a falling rural population, the school closed in 1925, but the building continued in regular use as a church for a further thirty years. The congregation was never a large one and with the demise of the charcoal industry and the effects of two world wars attendance declined to almost nothing: the last wedding held here was in 1959.
There is no record of any later services.
The Skeen School, once educating children around the local area, continues to stand tall and proud. Within the confinements of academia, such academics once taught were arithmetic, reading and writing. Now [slowly] withering away at the edge of a wheat field, instead of providing adolescent moments to the youth, the former one-room school house serves its purpose of storing farming equipment.
Photo of the abandoned Skeen School House captured via Minolta Maxxum AF 16mm Fish-Eye F/2.8 Lens. Palouse Region within the Columbia Plateau Region. Whitman County, Washington. Late June 2022.
Exposure Time: 1/250 sec. * ISO Speed: ISO-100 * Aperture: F/8 * Bracketing: None * Color Temperature: 5500 K * Film Emulation: Kodak Portra 800 * Filter: Cooling Filter (80) * Elevation: 2,594 feet above sea-level
Sony Cyber-shot Dsc H2
The term binary code can mean several different things:
* In mathematics, a binary code can refer to a linear code over the finite field F2 = Z/2Z.
* In computing and telecommunication, it is used for any of a variety of methods of coding data, such as sequences of characters, into sequences of groups of bits, including fixed-width words or bytes, and variable-length codes such as Huffman code and arithmetic coding.
In a fixed-width binary code, each letter, digit, or other character, is represented by a sequence of bits of the same length, usually indicated in code tables by the octal, decimal or hexadecimal notation for the value of that sequence of bits interpreted as a binary number.
For representing texts in the Latin alphabet often a fixed width 8-bit code is used. The ISO 8859-1 character code uses 8 bits for each bits for each character e.g. "R" is "01010010" and "b" is "01100010"; the block of 8 bits is called a byte; it extended the earlier ASCII code, based on the version of the Latin alphabet used for English, which uses 7 bits to represent 128 characters (0–127).
The Unicode standard defines several variable-width encodings and the fixed-with 32-bit (4-byte) UTF-32 code, potentially having room for billions of characters, but using barely more than one million combinations as definable code points.
During the Jazz Age:
Scout La Rue is one of the very best students at St. Charles Borromeo Parochial School. Her teachers notice that she is a whiz at all subjects.
"The subject I like the best is reading but I also like arithmetic and science. I like making my parents and teachers proud but mainly, I want to do well to prove something to myself, to know that I can succeed when I set my mind on something. That is really satisfying."
The first Catholic family to arrive in Cobar is thought to have been that of Peter and Anna Weltie. They arrived in Cobar with their six children in August 1874 and planned to establish a dairy. Peter, a German immigrant, had formerly been a clock and watch repairer in Bourke but when his sight began to fail he set out on a new venture. In the early years of the settlement the Cobar community had no resident parish priest. The Catholic community, like other denominations, relied on occasional visits from priests from the large, well-established towns such as Bourke, Bathurst, or Forbes. Father Kelly of Bourke paid regular visits to Cobar until Rev Lawrence Bolger was posted to Cobar as its parish priest from 1879 - 1880 until 1885. Prior to taking up the post, Bolger had been resident in Bourke. His new responsibilities included Nymagee and Mount Hope.
The Parish of Cobar was originally part of the Diocese of Bathurst but from 1918 was included within the Diocese of Wilcannia-Forbes. The construction of the Sacred Heart Catholic Church in 1883, Sisters of Mercy Convent in 1884, the Convent School (later Saint John’s Catholic School) in 1884 and the Saint Laurence O’Toole Church in 1907 provides evidence of the rapid expansion of the Catholic community during the late nineteenth and early twentieth-centuries.
Sacred Heart Catholic Church, Cobar, (renamed Saint Laurence O’Toole circa 1886):
The land on which the Sacred Heart Catholic Church was built was originally part of Portion 33, conditionally selected on the 12th of November 1878 by Joseph Becker. In 1879, after Becker’s death, the land was transmitted to Jane Becker, his wife, as well as Sir George Wigram Allen and Charles Cowper. The land was surveyed in 1881 by EA Harris of Bourke and subdivided as the Private Township of North Cobar - a total of 144 allotments.
Lots 121 - 126 relate to the land that is the subject of this report and were bounded by Prince, Bourke, and Bloxham Streets. It appears that the site eventually absorbed part of Bloxham Street, east of Bourke Street. Lots 121 & 123 - 126 were purchased between May and December 1881. Lot 122, one of the last lots in the subdivision to be sold, was purchased in 1888.
Letters from the Department of Lands dated the 19th of March 1880 and 18th of January 1881 held in the Archives of the Diocese of Bathurst indicate that trustees were nominated for the land on which the church and presbytery were constructed. They included the Right Rev. Dr Quinn, Rev Lawrence Bolger, and Messrs David O’Neill and James Morrissey.
An illustration dated 1881 depicts the Catholic presbytery adjacent to the Church of England parsonage and church. Assuming that this is the Prince Street site, the presbytery must have been the first building constructed on the purchased sites.
Rev. Bolger’s next task after purchasing some of the necessary land with the assistance of his parishioners was to raise funds for the building of a church. In the early days of settlement in Cobar all denominations reportedly held services in the same building. Some records suggest that the Catholic congregation built it’s own wooden church. Some two years after the land had been purchased the parish commissioned James Burns, a contractor, to build a brick church valued at £900. The architect is not known, however Edward Gell was an architect involved in designing a number of church buildings in the Diocese at the time. The Freeman’s Journal (10th of November 1883) reported that on Sunday the 28th October 1883 at 11am a Mass was held to celebrate the official opening of the Catholic Church in Cobar. The church was blessed and dedicated to ‘the Sacred Heart of Jesus’.
The Very Reverend Dr Byrne, Vicar-General of the Diocese of Bathurst, assisted by Rev. Father Bolger, performed the ceremony. A trained choir conducted by Mr Blakey accompanied the congregation in celebrating the Mass. Rev. Dr. Byrne praised the congregation for their ‘zeal and piety’ and expressed his pleasure in the progress in the last three or four years of religion in Cobar ‘under the guidance of their good pastor’. This was illustrated by the purchase of a full section of land in the best location in Cobar, and construction of a presbytery, a ‘large and substantial church’ and the collection of £2000 for church purposes. An appeal was then made to the congregation to continue in their work by paying off the debt still owing on the church property and to provide funds to establish a ‘religious Sisterhood to teach their children’ for the ‘advancement of religion’.
In appreciation of his support in Oct 1886 a ‘gift address’ was made to the Right Rev. Dr Byrne from the ‘Catholics of Cobar’. It was a large leather-bound folder, embossed with gold lettering. It is held today in the Archives of the Catholic Diocese of Bathurst and described by the Archivist, Jacqueline Grant, as ‘a highly decorative illuminated address, typical of the time. The colours are still bright and the words are full of praise for the Bishop’. The coloured illustrations include sketches of the church, presbytery, convent, smelting works, and mine at Cobar.
The building in the various illustrations differ somewhat from the current building. The church in one image shows decorative bargeboards on the gable ends while the former church (now a schoolroom) has parapeted gable ends. The building might have been altered at some stage or a degree of artistic licence has been used in its depiction.
In 1892 the church was described as:
“…a substantial edifice. It is built of brick, and roofed with corrugated iron… The interior of the church is nicely furnished. There is no pulpit…” (Freeman’s Journal 15/8/1896: 18).
In 1884, only a year after Rev Dr Byrne’s proposal that a school be set up, the Sisters of Mercy led by Sister Ursula Huggard came from Bathurst to establish a convent and school. Fr Bolger vacated his presbytery to provide a temporary convent home for the Sisters. Sister Ursula’s community consisted of five young women aged in their twenties, with little experience in religious life and even less of the harshness of the region and the people they came to serve. The Primary and Infants School officially opened on Monday the 18th of February 1884. Initially they taught the children in the church and it was not until later that schoolrooms were built. Fees were based on what families could afford and with no Government support for denominational schools they relied on fundraising. The Sisters also opened a Superior School offering a broader education including ‘a thorough English Education’, French language classes and the teaching of other accomplishments. Higher fees were charged for this type of schooling.
The Cobar congregation appears to have been enthusiastic and, as reported in the Australian Town and Country Journal, held many fundraisers such as a Bazaar in ‘aid of the Catholic buildings’ raising the impressive sum of £430 (10 Jan 1885: 67 & 24 Jan 1885: 171). The reporter commented that this was good in ‘difficult times’, inferring that the town had experienced a period of economic depression. The Cobar community was reliant on mining for its livelihood and suffered greatly when mining ventures failed or the price of copper fell. Articles in the Town and Country Journal and the Cobar Herald published news of many fundraising events indicating that there was stiff competition for the Cobar community’s shilling or pound. Regular events were held by the congregations of various denominations in addition to raising money for a proposed School of Arts and the Cobar Public School.
In 1885, after eight years service to the Cobar Catholic community, Rev John Milne Curran replaced Rev Bolger. Church records indicate that Bolger was transferred to Dubbo where he stayed until 1892 (Rev TJ Linane n.d.). Achievements during Bolger’s tenure included the ‘commodious brick church, presbytery and convent’. The presbytery is thought to have been large, with three bedrooms. The convent was a small cottage near Morrison Lane that was home to four or five nuns.
Father Curran not only fulfilled his duties as parish priest to the Cobar Catholic community, but also contributed to the wider community through his skills as a geologist. While in Cobar he prepared a report for the journal of the Linnean Society. Circa 1886, during Curran’s posting, the church was renamed Saint Laurence O’Toole after the first native Irishman to become Archbishop of Dublin. Laurence O’Toole (1125 - 1190) was one of the few Irish Saints officially canonised. He was considered to be a reformer and peacemaker. Curran returned to Dubbo in 1888.
In February 1894 Father J. J. Murphy became Cobar’s parish priest and wasted little time in alerting parishioners to the substantial parish debt of £694-4-8. In addition, it was noted that the church was still lacking ‘good pews’, an altar rail and any ‘decent statues’. He declared the altar as ‘poorly furnished in every respect’. Murphy didn’t stop there and pointed out that the churchyard fence was in disrepair and the garden was running wild. Possibly his predecessor had neglected a few non-spiritual matters. On a positive note the stables were in good order.
In the year that Fr Murphy remained at this posting he successfully addressed many of these issues, made improvements to the church property generally and encouraged parishioners to assist. This included cleaning out the Presbytery tank and the construction of a cellar at the cost of £7-15. Mrs W. J. Hogan presented a communion rail and she and her family were acknowledged for their generosity to the church. Other improvements included the donation of ten pews with kneeling boards, two new pew fronts, a new crucifix, statues, and altar furniture. Parish Records show the names of the twenty-two donors and indicate that the pews were rent free to them for two years. They also explain that although the mine was re-opened the economy was still depressed and wages were low. Parishioners needed time to pay the personal debts they had incurred while unemployed.
The trading accounts of the parish from 1888 onward as well as inventories from 1892 provide valuable information about the Sacred Heart Church and the energy of the parish in fund raising. The inventory indicates an American organ and Austrian chairs. Income came largely from bazaars and collections – deposited with the Australian Joint Stock Company - the Parish ledgers show many donors whose families were still in Cobar in the 1960s. Also reflecting the fluctuating finances of the parishioners whose lives were affected by swings in the mining economy.
In the 1890s a wide variety of functions were reportedly hosted by the Catholic community including Christmas Bazaars, Saint Patrick’s Day Balls, a lecture on Irish ballad poetry (1892), and many concerts. The church, convent, and school were insured with the Liverpool and London Insurance Company and the presbytery with the City Mutual. In 1902 Father JJ Hughes assumed the position of parish priest in Cobar marking a period of great change in the parish. Over the next decade Hughes was instrumental in the construction of a new convent and a magnificent church. It is reported that one of his parishioners provided him with a house opposite the new church in Prince Street where he and his successors resided for over 50 years.
By late 1902 the Cobar congregation had raised sufficient funds to construct a ‘grand new’ convent at the cost of £1500. The foundation stone was laid on the 2nd of November 1902. The site next to the Sacred Heart Church was reported to be prominently situated and able to be seen for miles. The opening ceremony took place on the 31st of May 1903 and officiated by representatives of this and neighbouring Dioceses including the Right Rev. Dr Dunne.
On the 15th of October 1905, the parish reached another milestone – that of laying the foundation stone of their new, larger, and grander church. For some time, the church had not been large enough for the congregation and plans were made for a building that would meet their changing needs. Nearly 500 people attended the ceremony, which proceeded despite the stone not yet arriving from Sydney. Subscriptions totalling over £200 were taken on the day and a banquet was held in the convent that evening.
Two years later the building construction was complete and on the 23rd of October 1907 the new Saint Laurence O’Toole Catholic Church was dedicated. The Freeman’s Journal reported that the new, solid brick, gothic style church stood on ‘the commanding eminence of Cobar’. The architect was Mr T. Knox and the contractors Messrs WA McLean Bros of Bathurst. The total outlay including architect’s fees, gas installation, and pews came to £4180, leaving the parish with a substantial debt of £3275 that they intended to pay off with the same enthusiasm as previous debts. Members of the congregation donated altar items. A celebratory banquet was held in the former church which, it was reported, had been converted to a schoolroom for Saint John’s Catholic School.
Saint John’s Catholic School, Cobar:
A Catholic school was established in Cobar in February 1884 at the request of the most Rev J. Dunne, the first Bishop of the Wilcannia-Forbes Diocese. The Sisters of Mercy travelled from Bathurst to establish Saint Francis Xavier’s Convent and a parish school in Cobar (The Australasian Catholic Directory, 1885 indicates the Convent was named Saint John’s however this contradicts other sources). The school included an infants and primary section for which ‘the usual weekly fee was demanded and if necessary pupils will be admitted free’. The Government did not subsidise denominational schools and the Sisters’ income relied on what parents could afford. The parochial school, as it was referred to in the Catholic Directory of Australia of 1886, reported 95 students enrolled with only five Sisters in the community to fulfil teaching and pastoral duties.
To subsidise the running of a low-cost parish school, the Sisters opened Saint Francis Xavier’s Convent School, a Superior or secondary school providing ‘a thorough English Education, a sound knowledge of the French language, the various accomplishments taught at first class schools’, emphasising ‘Special attention … given to Arithmetic’. In 1885, a total of 15-day pupils were enrolled. Accomplishments taught included needlework, music, singing, drawing and painting. For an additional fee, music tuition was offered and made available to students outside of the Convent school. Fundraising efforts by the Sisters, supported by the community, provided further support for the Sisters’ community work including ministering to the sick and the needy. The school took its first boarders in 1892.
It is not known what building was used as the first school, and it is likely that the convent was used. By 1890, Bishop Dunne reported that the school was ‘a good brick building with 3 class rooms – (properly speaking portion of the convent)… and that it was intended that the church would become ‘the future permanent School room’. As the school population increased so did the need for larger premises and it is thought that the church was used during the week.
In 1898, fundraising efforts were focused on the provision of a new convent and extension of the school. In 1900 a new brick building was constructed, adding to the school premises. After his arrival in Cobar in 1902 Fr Hughes commenced an ambitious building programme and by the 31st of May 1903 a three-storey brick convent, incorporating boarding facilities and classrooms, was officially opened. This was followed by further fundraising for a new church, which was officially opened in 1907, as detailed above. The former church was renovated as classrooms.
By 1898 the population of the parochial school had more than doubled to 205 students and then increased further in 1900 to 225. At this time, the school is recorded as ‘Saint Joseph’s School’. In 1914 the school population halved to 122, reflecting the fluctuating ore markets and therefore the reduced number of miners and their families in and around Cobar.
In 1965 three new buildings containing six classrooms, a hall, a canteen, and storage areas were constructed. In 1975 improvements were made to the school grounds including terracing and the construction of basketball and netball courts and a cricket pitch. A lunch shelter and an enclosed yard for the incinerator were added. Improvements in the 1980s included extensive tree planting and a watering system, lawn and garden areas at the Prince Street entrance.
Although not yet able to be confirmed in primary sources it has been reported that the school has undergone several name changes. In the 1930s Cobar’s Catholic secondary school was known as Saint John’s while the Primary was called Saint Mary’s. In 1964 the secondary school closed and the primary school adopted the name Saint John’s School.
Source: "CMP for Church of the Sacred Heart, Block E, St John’s Catholic School, Prince Street, Cobar", by Caroline Plim, for FORM Architects (Aust) Pty. Ltd., 2005 & New South Wales Heritage Register.
Although this is not an inchworm nor a marigold, it reminds me of this little song.
Inchworm, inchworm, measuring the marigolds
You and your arithmetic, you'll probably go far.
Inchworm, inchworm, measuring the marigolds
Seems to me you'd stop and see how beautiful they are.
As part of the community of Flickr, I enjoy seeing what everyone stops and takes time to notice. Have a beautiful weekend!
Island Of Madagascar
Off The East Coast Of Africa
Berenty Reserve
Female Lemur and her offspring. Our guide told us she was blind in one eye. You can see it in the image.
The ring-tailed lemur (Lemur catta) is a large strepsirrhine primate and the most recognized lemur due to its long, black and white ringed tail. It belongs to Lemuridae, one of five lemur families, and is the only member of the Lemur genus. Like all lemurs it is endemic to the island of Madagascar. Known locally in Malagasy as maky, spelled maki in French) or hira, it inhabits gallery forests to spiny scrub in the southern regions of the island. It is omnivorous and the most terrestrial of extant lemurs. The animal is diurnal, being active exclusively in daylight hours.
The ring-tailed lemur is highly social, living in groups of up to 30 individuals. It is also female dominant, a trait common among lemurs. To keep warm and reaffirm social bonds, groups will huddle together. The ring-tailed lemur will also sunbathe, sitting upright facing its underside, with its thinner white fur towards the sun. Like other lemurs, this species relies strongly on its sense of smell and marks its territory with scent glands. The males perform a unique scent marking behavior called spur marking and will participate in stink fights by impregnating their tail with their scent and wafting it at opponents.
As one of the most vocal primates, the ring-tailed lemur uses numerous vocalizations including group cohesion and alarm calls. Experiments have shown that the ring-tailed lemur, despite the lack of a large brain (relative to simiiform primates), can organize sequences, understand basic arithmetic operations and preferentially select tools based on functional qualities. – Wikipedia
Nikon N80s, Fuji Provia 100
Nikon Series E 100mm - no metering on the N80s - used a digital point and shoot (Sony TX5) as a light meter. Mental arithmetic at dawn!
Island Of Madagascar
Off The East Coast Of Africa
Berenty Reserve
Female Ring-tailed Lemur with a youngster on her back.
Wikipedia-
The ring-tailed lemur (Lemur catta) is a large strepsirrhine primate and the most recognized lemur due to its long, black and white ringed tail. It belongs to Lemuridae, one of five lemur families, and is the only member of the Lemur genus. Like all lemurs it is endemic to the island of Madagascar. Known locally in Malagasy as maky ([makʲ] , spelled maki in French) or hira, it inhabits gallery forests to spiny scrub in the southern regions of the island. It is omnivorous and the most terrestrial of extant lemurs.
The animal is diurnal, being active exclusively in daylight hours.
The ring-tailed lemur is highly social, living in groups of up to 30 individuals. It is also female dominant, a trait common among lemurs. To keep warm and reaffirm social bonds, groups will huddle together. The ring-tailed lemur will also sunbathe, sitting upright facing its underside, with its thinner white fur towards the sun. Like other lemurs, this species relies strongly on its sense of smell and marks its territory with scent glands. The males perform a unique scent marking behavior called spur marking and will participate in stink fights by impregnating their tail with their scent and wafting it at opponents.
As one of the most vocal primates, the ring-tailed lemur uses numerous vocalizations including group cohesion and alarm calls. Experiments have shown that the ring-tailed lemur, despite the lack of a large brain (relative to simiiform primates), can organize sequences, understand basic arithmetic operations and preferentially select tools based on functional qualities.
The Skeen School, once educating children around the local area, continues to stand tall and proud. Within the confinements of academia, such academics once taught were arithmetic, reading and writing. Now [slowly] withering away at the edge of a wheat field, instead of providing adolescent moments to the youth, the former one-room school house serves its purpose of storing farming equipment.
Photo of the abandoned Skeen School House captured via Minolta MD Zoom Rokkor-X 24-50mm F/4 lens and the bracketing method of photography. Palouse Region within the Columbia Plateau Region. Whitman County, Washington. Early December 2017.
Exposure Time: 1/250 sec. * ISO Speed: ISO-100 * Aperture: F/8 * Bracketing: +1 / -1 * Color Temperature: 6450 K * Film Plug-In: Kodak Portra 160 NC
B O L Y, NITA AND THE BIG BAD WOLF
Nita was a child out of the ordinary. Apparently his appearance was ordinary. She had a round face, with rosy buffs and that kind and naïve expression that girls have at their age. She was taller than her years and therefore her figure was somewhat ungainly, her limbs were too long in proportion to the rest of the body.
It could be said that she was graceful, although as everything in her was in transformation it could not be said if she was going to be beautiful or not. The hair was a separate chapter, it was really beautiful, a long jet black mane that framed green eyes diluted in a little dark gray. As a counterpoint a funny nosed up.
At home it was the desperation of his parents, especially his mother.
He didn't help her at all with household chores, he didn't even have her room tidy. It was a total lion, you could hardly enter the chaos that existed.
They lived on the outskirts of town, in the countryside. He didn't milk the cows, he didn't milk the goats. Nor did he put hay on them or take them out for a walk. When he did not see her, his father even took a pebble and threw it to the cat so that he ran out of fright. Or he would squeal into the chicken coop to scare away the roosters and hens.
I only ate tomato cake and drank milk. Never fruit, he was unable to taste an apple, a pear, or even a sweet banana. Neither eat a stew or a beef stew.
She dressed in any worn rag of her older sisters and wore simple slippers.
She got along badly with her brothers, she became like a porcupine, they could not approach her.
At school it was also a very unique case. He did not obey the teachers; Disobedient, he went to his ball without paying attention in classes. According to a test they gave her, she was smart and smart but she didn't want to know more than just enough so they wouldn't kick her out of school.
Her parents had often gone to talk to the teachers, even to the school principal, who informed them of their daughter Nita's indifferent and passive attitude. She didn't identify with any classmates, had no friends, and didn't participate in common playground games. Little by little they were leaving it aside. Or maybe she was the one who went to a corner without wanting to know anything about anyone.
After the interviews with the director the parents armed the marimorena, what was going to become of her tomorrow, no boy would approach her and things like that.
Nita nodded to everything paying close attention but as if nothing. Then everything remained the same.
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Like every night after eating his piece of cake and drinking his milk, he went to the bank of the river that passed by. His parents didn't want him to go there. Sometimes a stranger would hover around and could give him a good scare. As the stranger brought her carelessly, they scared her by telling her that a hungry wolf that had eaten an entire chicken coop was prowling. And it was true But also the fierce canid worried a cumin.
So he sat on the shore and began to watch the water flow. From time to time a frog would jump and splash in the water by splashing it.
But what he liked most was to see the stars. How many times he wanted to count them, he couldn't. They were pretty. And they shone in the blackness of the sky. They looked the same but Nita discovered a different intensity in each of them. He would be stunned and end up with neck pain from staring at them for so long with his head raised.
The moon was reflected in the river. And even the stars, so quiet that the current was. That's why he saw so clearly the face of the wolf next to him. He had a large head and teeth protruded from his mouth.
Nita didn't panic.
- Hello, wolf. – he said calmly.
The animal opened its mouth to give a big yawn and it was not known if it was out of boredom or hunger.
- Sit with me, wolf. I am always alone and your company will be good for me. Look up. I present to you Orion, to Pegasus, to Ursa Major, to Ursa Minor, to all the inhabitants of Heaven. Look how beautiful the stars are, there is nothing like it.
The wolf leaned its hind legs on the grass and looked into infinity. His eyes widened at times.
They certainly formed a most unusual picture. An innocent girl and a huge and terrifying wolf, ecstatic in the contemplation of the stars. Nita stroked the wolf's head and the wolf growled pleased.
And if that was surprising, it was even more so that the radiance that appeared before their eyes and came to meet them.
It was a gigantic orange ball and it fell right next to where they were. Everything was so sudden that they didn't have time to startle.
They discovered a very deep hole from which smoke was coming out and smelled scorched.
Nita and the wolf peeked out and heard some moans.
- Help me out of here - sounded a voice down there.
Nita reached out gropingly, half her body inside the hole as the wolf held her dress with his teeth.
When he found something that looked like a hand, he pulled with all his strength upwards. The wolf also made a great effort, and at last they managed to bring that to the surface.
What they saw blew them away. It was a mixture of Caponata and Spinette hen, although it did not have a well-defined shape, it was somewhat rare and released colored sparks. It was about the size of the girl.
"Hello," said that thing, "my name is Boly and I come from a place far away.
Who are you? You don't look like them at all.
- My name is Nita and he is a wolf. How did you come here? Are you a Martian? What a scare you have given us.
- I don't know what a Martian is. I come from Perolandia, and I've left home, I don't want to live there anymore.
- What nonsense, leaving home, with how well you are, your parents always looking out for you.
- I'm gone because I'm small and nobody pays attention to me, no matter how much I talk they don't listen to me. And because I'm so ugly, I'm horrible.
Nita and the wolf looked at him carefully. He was nothing like them, of course. He had two eyes that as he moved his head in which direction they turned into four, or six, he was curious. Each of a different color. Seen one by one they were beautiful, they shone. The hands were like mittens and he had two ears, yes.
"Tell me where I am," Boly asked, "I got on the rocket and it shot out without knowing where I was going.
- You are on Earth, where the wolf and I live; well, my family and everybody," Nita explained.
- Well, it's all very dark, I don't know if you've noticed.
- You're dumb, don't you see it's night?
- I don't know what night is, and what a fool is. I don't understand anything about Earth
Nita armed herself with patience and gradually updated him on how everything was; that when it was dark it was called night and when there was light it was day. And that a fool was someone who didn't know things.
- Well, in Perolandia there is always light, it is never night. And I'm not a fool, I study the quintennium and soon the sentenium. I know the sidereal spaces, the squares of the circles and the alypios of Mars. And I've been analyzing the Andromeda quasar. And triple factor math has no secrets for me.
- What words you spend - the wolf decided to speak - you have left us checkered.
And he let out a chuckle between his jaws. But it was too late and Nita and the wolf hid Boly in the same hole covering him with branches promising to return the next night.
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The night after they found Boly outside the hole and as soon as he saw them he told them he was very hungry, to bring him something. So Nita got what she could from the fridge; One apple, two pears. a banana and remains of beans with chorizo and half a plate of macaroni that had been left over.
Little Boly got a kind of little band out of his head and deposited the food there; First the beans, then the banana and then the other.
And as the food came in, it sounded like a kind of music, it was the most curious.
- Mmmm, I've never eaten anything so delicious, in Perolandia we don't have this tasty food. I want more, bring me everything you can.
- Now it's too late, Boly, tomorrow I'll bring you more again, okay?
- And you, what do you study? You know mathematics and arithmetic, history, do you speak several languages like me?
The girl and the wolf looked at each other not knowing what to answer, but the wolf said:
- I am a wolf and wolves never went to school, as children our mother teaches us to obey the head of the pack and to hunt rabbits and hares, partridges, and all those little animals that can serve as sustenance. To look for water and above all to protect ourselves from the man who considers us his enemy and whom we only approach to visit his chicken coops and flocks when hunger squeezes us and we can no more.
Boly waited for Nita's answer. She thought the answer.
- I go to school and learn things.
- What are things?
Nita lowered her head. He didn't know how to tell her the things he knew. And Boly understood.
- You have no studies, Nita, you do not know what there is to know. The other girls will be more advanced than you, right? You don't know Mathematics, Grammar, and you don't speak languages, right?
Nita was embarrassed. In short, I had told her that she was ignorant. And that hurt him.
- Nita, I didn't mean to offend you, nobody is born taught. But we have to learn many things to fend for ourselves and move through this complicated world and be useful to others. But we could do one thing, Nita: I'll teach you the things you don't know and I'll learn to cook the tasty meals you bring me, okay?
Nita liked the idea and the next day they put it into practice. Boly proved to be such a good and patient teacher that the girl inadvertently acquired the knowledge she had not assimilated in school.
At school he armed the revolution, was the astonishment of the teachers. Suddenly Nita got very good grades and no one could explain this unique fact. When he went out to the blackboard, he left his teammates with their mouths open. And she was always so happy that she was part of the other children's rings, she was the first to sign up for the games.
At home his mother could not believe that change. He took care of the animals in the stable, milked the cows and goats and took them out to the meadow. And, most surprisingly, he suddenly wanted to learn to cook and wrote down all those recipes that his mother stewed to put them into practice; He made potato omelette, fried squid, chicken chilindrón, little by little he acquired practice.
But a surprising fact happened: for the first time in her life Nita tasted and tasted all those foods that her mother made. The cause was Boly; he liked the meals the girl brought him so much and was so comfortable that Nita was curious and then envious watching him eat. He understood how many flavors and good things he had overlooked.
But the wolf also benefited from the teachings of both. He learned algebra, syntax, English, and notions of French, even how to make a rich garlic oil and a sponge cake.
They formed a very close team and the hours they were together flew by. But Nita was thinking about it and she told Boly.
- And you, Boly, why did you leave your planet leaving your home?
- I already told you; I am very small, everyone overwhelms me and nobody pays attention to me. Besides, look at me, don't you see how ugly I am? Horrifying.
- Boly, do you have a picture of your family? I would like to meet them.
- I'll do better than show you a picture. Look......
From one of their eyes came a ray of light and appeared as a giant 3D television screen, giving the feeling that they were part of the scene. Nita and the wolf saw images of Boly with his family. They were very tall beings, phosphorescent colors and extremely beautiful and fantastic. Of course Boly was right, he was very small by his side and not at all graceful compared to his parents and siblings.
Nita immediately realized the situation that Boly was going through.
- Boly, I think I already know why you are so small and look so nasty.
-Yes? You don't say......
- It's very easy to know what you're going through. Just answer me a question, Boly: when you were born your brothers were as big as they are now?
- Yes, of course, they were that tall and well-formed, and I was a birria next to them, although now I am not as small as I was then.
- Well, that's the key to everything, don't you realize? You are like the protagonist of a story that was read to me as a child and was called "The Ugly Duckling". It was very small and black, it did not attract attention at all. And when he grew up he became what he was, a beautiful swan that caused admiration. Thus, Boly, as time goes by, you will become tall and attractive like your parents and siblings, you will wear those colors so bright and amazing, and you will have only three eyes and not five or six as now. And your legs will be longer and your hands bigger and your voice prettier.
You are not ugly, Boly, you will be handsome and cause admiration. Now you are growing, you have to go through this stage.
- You mean I'll stop being small and with six eyes? That I will have the colors of my brothers?
- Sure, Boly, you'll see.
The little perolandio's face suddenly lit up and something that looked like tears peeked through his multiple eyes.
The wolf, who had remained silent all the time, rested one of his paws on Boly and affectionately said to him:
- I want you to know, Boly, that you are the most of the most, I never met anyone as amazing as you. You are funny, loyal, witty, funny, and even being small and with six eyes you are beautiful and attractive, really.
- Thank you, wolf, your sincerity moves me. I would like you to know my world, there you would not have to chase rabbits or chickens.
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After a while had passed, it was time to separate. It had been a time of fun, of surprises, but also of learning and above all of happy and affectionate friendship.
Nita learned through Boly and the Wolf to relate to others by abandoning her individuality and participating fully in her family life.
Boly regained confidence in himself and realized that no matter the size or physique of each one, that the main thing is what we carry inside and share with others.
The wolf discovered that he was at ease with humans and had good feelings and that there were beings and worlds as extraordinary as Boly
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Nita is still looking at the stars every night. She is enraptured by so much immensity and beauty. And she, and no one else but her, is able to hear the howl of her unforgettable and beloved wolf coming to her from the other corner of the universe.
And a sweeter-than-honey tear slips down her rosy cheek....
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Geologische breuk. De diagonale lijn op de foto verwijst naar de deelstreep van een rekenkundige breuk zoals 1/2.
Er zijn ook een paar nogal ondiepe kolkgaatjes.
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Geological fault. The diagonal line in the picture refers to the division line of an arithmetic fraction like 1/2. The Dutch word ‘breuk’ means both fault and fraction.
There are also some rather undeep kolks.
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Das zwanzigste Jahrhundert ist nur noch wenige Tage entfernt. Anton und Maria Ewald feierten nicht zu Weihnachten, weil Maria ins Krankenhaus gebracht wurde. Der kleine Paul wird gleich geboren, es ist ihr zweites Kind. Er ist offensichtlich das schönste aller Kinder, und das Christkind, das wie jedes Jahr am Vortag geboren wurde, kann wieder einpacken.
Ein ganz normales Wachstum, nichts zu sagen, er tritt in die Fußstapfen seines älteren Bruders, Emil. In der Schule sagt sein Lehrer, dass er in der mentalen Arithmetik begabt ist. Als der Krieg 1914 ausbricht, ist er noch zu jung, um aufgenommen zu werden. Er würde gerne wie sein Bruder an die Front gehen. "Hab Geduld", schreibt ihm einst Emil aus dem Schützengraben.
Kaum siebzehn geworden, steigt Paul eines Morgens im Januar 1918 in den Zug. Er glaubt, dass er seinen Bruder rächen wird, der ein paar Monate zuvor in Cambrai gefallen ist, und verspricht seiner weinenden Mutter, zu Weihnachten wieder da zu sein, um seinen 18. Geburtstag zu feiern. Die Wagen sind überfüllt mit jungen Rekruten wie ihm, blass, bartlos und mit Augen voller Unschuld, kombiniert mit der dogmatischen Überzeugung, mit der sie während der kurzen Zeit in der Kaserne vor ihrer Abreise eingeimpft worden sind. Der Zug fährt in Richtung Saarland, von dort aus muss Paul auf die Hindenburgstrecke nördlich von Verdun wechseln.
Bei einem der vielen Angriffe der Schlacht von Argonne wird Paul in der linken Lunge und am Kopf schwer verletzt. Er wird in kritischem Zustand in ein Lazarett in Dillingen zurückgeführt, wo er ein Schlafsaal für Extremfälle, ja hoffnungslose Fälle teilt, für diejenigen, die selbst die Intensivstation nicht mehr retten würde. Am 11. November, als der Waffenstillstand unterzeichnet wird, als die Kämpfe aufhören müssen, läuft seine rechte Lunge einen letzten Atemzug aus. Paul ist nicht mal achtzehn geworden.
Le dix-neuvième siècle n’en a plus que pour quelques jours. Anton et Maria Ewald n’ont pas festoyé à Noël car on a conduit Maria d’urgence à l’hôpital. Le petit Paul va naître, c’est son deuxième enfant. C’est évidemment le plus beau des enfants, et le petit Jésus, né la veille comme tous les ans, peut aller se rhabiller.
Une croissance des plus normales, rien à redire, il suit les traces de son aîné Emil. A l’école, son professeur le dit doué en calcul mental. Quand la guerre éclate en 1914, il est encore trop jeune pour être enrôlé. Lui aimerait partir au front comme son frère. Sois patient, lui écrit Emil des tranchées.
Les bougies de ses dix-sept ans tout juste soufflées, Paul prend le train un matin de janvier 1918. Il pense bien venger son frère tombé à Cambrai quelques mois plus tôt et promet de revenir à Noël pour fêter ses dix-huit ans en famille. Les wagons sont bondés de jeunes recrues comme lui, pâles, imberbes et aux yeux pleins d’une innocence mâtinée de la dogmatique conviction qu’on leur a inculquée pendant le bref passage en caserne qui précéda ce départ. Le train roule en direction de la Sarre, et de là, Paul devra rejoindre la ligne Hindenburg au nord de Verdun.
C’est au cours d’un des nombreux assauts de la bataille de l’Argonne que Paul est gravement touché au poumon gauche et à la tête. On le rapatrie dans un état critique dans un lazaret de Dillingen où il partage un dortoir avec des cas extrêmes, avec d'autres crevards, de ceux que l’on juge sans espoir, de ceux que même des soins intensifs ne sauveront plus. Le 11 Novembre, alors que l’armistice est signé, que les combats vont cesser, son poumon droit expire un dernier souffle. Paul n’a pas dix-huit ans.
The twentieth century is only a few days away. Anton and Maria Ewald did not celebrate at Christmas because Maria was rushed to the hospital. Little Paul is about to be born, it's her second child. He is obviously the most beautiful of all children, and little Jesus, born the day before as every year, can go and get dressed again.
A most normal growth, nothing to add, he follows the footsteps of his elder brother, Emil. At school, his teacher says he is gifted in mental arithmetic. When the war breaks out in 1914, he is still too young to be enlisted. He would like to go to the front like his brother. "Be patient," Emil writes to him from the trenches.
Paul is just seventeen years old when he takes the train one morning in January 1918. He thinks he will avenge his brother who fell in Cambrai a few months earlier and promises to her weeping mother to come back at Christmas to celebrate his 18th birthday. The wagons are overcrowded with young recruits like him, pale, beardless and with eyes full of an innocence combined with the dogmatic conviction they had been inculcated with during the brief period in the barracks before their departure. The train is travelling towards Saarland, and from there Paul will have to join the Hindenburg line in the north of Verdun.
It is during one of the many assaults of the Battle of the Argonne that Paul is seriously wounded in the left lung and head. He is repatriated in critical condition to a lazaret in Dillingen where he shares a dormitory of extreme cases, those considered hopeless, those whom even intensive care would no longer save. On November 11, while the armistice is signed, when the fightings have to stop, his right lung expires one last breath. Paul is not yet eighteen.
Ayase’s experience modeling and her culinary skills did not prepare her for higher math in the college entrance exams. After long study sessions, she can still see numbers and formulas floating before her eyes.
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Created for the Toy Sunday theme, NUMBERS.
A first attempt at Photoshop Mix. I found it easy to learn and it did what I needed here. Looking forward to other experiments with it.
24 October 2021.
English: solve
Irish: réitím
Finnish: ratkaista
*Please translate to your own language in the comments.*
#inktober #inktober2021 day 24.
Rapidograph on strathmore 100 lb drawing paper.
3 1/2 inch square.
Examples:
Gaeilge:
An té is túisce a réiteoidh an cheist, is é a gheobhaidh an duais.
(He who solves the question first will get the prize.)
Suomi:
Näin voidaan ratkaista paikallisia ongelmia.
(Regional problems can be solved.)
Toivon, että asia voidaan ratkaista.
(I hope that matter can be solved.)
Tämä on ongelma, jonka voimme ratkaista.
(It is a problem that we can solve.)
First drafts for a bridge connecting the two cities of Remscheid and Solingen go back as far as 1889. Preparatory work began in 1893, the bridge was finished in 1897.
The six support columns have a maximum height of 69 meters. In the middle of the structure, the main arc has a span of 170 meters. The overall length of the structure is 465 meters.
A total of 5,000 tons of steel were used in its construction. 950,000 rivets hold the structure together. During construction, a number of advanced building techniques were used.
Anton von Rieppel (1852 – 31 January 1926), an architect and engineer, was in charge of the project. A memorial plaque at the foot of the bridge reminds one of his efforts.
Originally, the bridge was planned to be single-track. However, high future traffic growth projections led to the redesign as a dual-track bridge. Before its opening, the rail distance between the cities of Remscheid and Solingen was 42 kilometers. With a direct connection via the bridge, this distance shrank to 8 kilometers.
The bridge was a masterpiece of Victorian-era engineering. For its time, it was a highly sophisticated structure. It astonished the local population, many of whom had had little exposure to such state-of-the-art engineering work.
Very quickly, urban legends began to spread.
Some of these unfounded “tall tales”, (which are sometimes repeated to this day), are:
-Allegedly, the last rivet fastened in the bridge was made of pure gold.
-Allegedly, due to computational errors made by von Rieppel, the architect, half of the bridge had to be demolished since the two simultaneously built halves did not fit together.
- Allegedly, von Rieppel threw himself off the bridge and died in the fall.
Of course, there is no truth in any of these stories. The bridge was constructed as planned; von Rieppel’s complex calculations, (all carried out without the aid of computers or arithmetic aids), were correct – he died about 30 years later after an unrelated illness.
What might be true are rumours about Emperor Wilhelm II's boycott of the inauguration ceremony. According to legend, the Emperor was annoyed that such a state-of-art structure was named after his grandfather, Wilhelm I, not after himself. He therefore decided not to attend the celebrations in person.
What is true is that the bridge has attracted an unknown, but large number of suicides during its more than 100-year existence.
The Prussian Parliament approved the 5 million Marks required to build the bridge in 1890.
The first breaking of the earth was on 26 February 1894. A total of 1,400 kilograms (3,100 lb) of dynamite and 1,600 kilograms (3,500 lb) of black powder were needed during construction.
The bridge's official inauguration celebration took place on 15 July 1897. Emperor Wilhelm II did not attend the ceremony in person. Prince Friedrich Leopold of Prussia attended the festivities instead. Emperor Wilhelm II visited the bridge two years later, on 12 August 1899.
Bryce and Kaity are getting married.
Polaroid SX-70.
Polaroid 600, expired. ND gel on the film pack.
Scanned on an HP Scanjet 4010.
Another shot of Talisker Bay from our trip upto Skye at the new year.
I always like the anticipation of doing a long exposure, waiting to see the outcome of your endeavours. This time more than usual as I had left my phone in the car on which is a handy app for calculating the exposure time. Waiting nearly 5mins for a completely blown out imaged proved my mental arithmetic was not as good as I first thought....
Thanks for looking and as always any comments/favourites are greatly appreciated.
Best viewed on black(L)
Inventive ways of showing arithmetical figures with comic positions. italian print. beginning of the nineteenth century
“There are millions of chords. There are millions of numbers. And everyone forgets the one that is a zero. But without the zero, numbers are just arithmetic. Without the empty chord, music is just noise.”
― Terry Pratchett, Soul Music
2015 10 04 150356 Still Life Guitar Bridge LR
Magic-Brain Calculator, purchased from a TV Guide ad in the 1970s. All it does is add and subtract things, but it does it without electricity, mechanically. It came with a stylus, but you can use a pen or pencil tip to slide the geared tabulators. When done, you zero it by pulling the handle at the top.
8x10 print. ilford rc pearl, cooked in Tetenal Eukobrom.
Graphlex field view, Linhoh 210mm.
4x5, hp5, cooked in straight d76.
Was fading light so didnt really get a chance to get the rose in full focus (poor excuse), but not far from what I wanted.
Been trying to work on fstop exposing, a lot of mental arithmetic,
16 secs base
Bud & stem - 1/4 each (stem needs a little more), window + 4.
I like Tetenal Eukobrom, very strong blacks and whites, might get the softer developer and do two baths.
Please feel free to give me tips only learning.
On the far left, Boethius speaks to Philosophy, who was his "sovereign comfort," as the inscription between them reads. Philosophy presents him with personifications of the seven liberal arts, the basic studies taught in medieval universities, emphasizing that they assist the study of philosophy. From left to right, an inscription and an attribute identify each of the liberal arts: Grammar, Rhetoric, Logic, Music, Geometry, Arithmetic, and Astronomy. Grammar, for example, holds an open book; Music holds a sheet of music. All seven are represented as young women dressed at the height of fashion, headed by Philosophy who herself wears an elaborate headdress known as an hennin.
Source:
Getty.edu
Arithmetic is where the answer is right and everything is nice and you can look out of the window and see the blue sky - or the answer is wrong and you have to start over and try again and see how it comes out this time. ~Carl Sandburg