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Cap Arcona Memorial at Neustadt in Holstein.
I mentioned visiting this memorial to johnmartine63 some time ago and promised to upload a photo of it - so here it is. It's not really impressive or big, it's just this place and a small part of the beach with a sign saying "Cap Arcona Memorial - No trespassing - No swimming".
Captain Cap'n Crunch Valentine's Limited Edition Chocolate Berry, Price Chopper, Pic by Mike Mozart, instagram.com/MikeMozart
Capped Langur - Trachypithecus pileatus - Хохлатый тонкотел
Vulnerable (IUCN 3.1)
Nameri National Park, Chariduar Sonitpur, Assam, India, 03/09/2023
The black-capped chickadee (Poecile atricapillus) is a small, nonmigratory, North American songbird that lives in deciduous and mixed forests. It is a passerine bird in the tit family Paridae. It is the state bird of both Maine and Massachusetts in the United States, and the provincial bird of New Brunswick in Canada. It is well known for its capacity to lower its body temperature during cold winter nights as well as its good spatial memory to relocate the caches where it stores food, and its boldness near humans (sometimes feeding from the hand). It is almost universally considered 'cute' due to its oversized round head, tiny body, and apparent curiosity about everything, including humans.
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Light Painting au Cap Ferret. Repeindre un bateau sans effacer le phare, j'adore! Sans que ca se vois tant que ça, un gros travail sur cette photos avec plus de 2 minutes de pose.
in a flash kal where the theme was stocking caps, crystal wanted a really bright one to coordinate with her jacket and boots, so she picked out a bunch of yarns and i knit them up in random order
This is my buddy, Rob, who recently passed away (November 22, 2024) The kids at the school called in Cap'n Rob. I posted some pictures of him before, but they were all from concerts we had attended. He is actin' the fool in most of the shots. I am glad I came across this one. I knew I had taken it, but I simply could not remember when. He was my building engineer when I was principal at a local school. I took this of him in my office. It's one of the few pictures I have of him where is acting normal. A few weeks ago we had a memorial of life celebration among mutual friends. I gave the eulogy. It is below. Reach out to the ones you care about. Tomorrow is not guaranteed.
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I stand here today to remember and honor my dear friend and former colleague, Robert Marvin Helton—though to me, he was simply Rob. Rob was the building manager at the school where I served as principal, but more importantly, he was my friend. At first glance, we seemed like an unlikely pair, different in many ways—except for one major connection: our love of music, especially live music.
I can’t even begin to count how many shows we saw together, how many memories we made, and how much fun we had. And through those experiences, I came to know the real Rob. Beneath his rough exterior was a kind, if fractured, soul. He had been through tough times, but he was a survivor. With the support of friends, he overcame many of the struggles life threw his way.
Unfortunately, his health declined in recent years, forcing him into retirement. I regret not seeing him as much as I would have liked, something that deeply saddens me now. Still, we kept in touch, and I had the chance to speak with him just before his quadruple bypass surgery. He had been in the hospital before, determined to make changes, and he did—but sometimes, the damage is already done. His heart wasn’t strong enough to recover, and after nearly two weeks in intensive care, he left us on November 22nd.
Losing Rob hurts. I’ll miss his voice, his laugh, and the way he could turn any situation into something funny. Even now, my toughest moments come when I hear a song or remember a concert we attended together. One of my favorite memories is from a Machine Head concert, where I was standing in line to meet the band. Rob, looking every bit the overworked roadie he appeared to be, just started helping the crew move equipment. He strolled right into the venue, no ticket or pass needed, and by the time I got inside, he was already waiting for me by the stage. I told him he owed me for the ticket he never used—but, of course, he just bought the drinks instead.
That was Rob. He had a way of making every experience a little wilder, a little funnier, and a whole lot more memorable. He loved to mess with me, landing kidney punches when I least expected them, just so he could watch me retaliate. He also loved to tell people I was the "coolest boss and principal in the world." I wasn’t. But that was just Rob, always hyping up the people he cared about.
Rob and I shared so many great times—like the nights at Gas Monkey Live, where we somehow got upgraded to VIP more than once. We even met Richard Rawlings at a Dwight Yoakam show. Those places are gone now, just like Rob, but the memories remain.
To those who knew him longer than I did, I can only imagine how deeply his absence is felt. But in the time I had with him, we had fun.
Rob, you insufferable pain in the arse—I’m going to miss you horribly. Rest easy, my friend.
Une petit baie bien sympa.
Comme quoi il y en a sur cette île.
Elle doit son nom à tous les naufrages qui ont eu lieu sur ses côtes.
C'est aussi à cet endroit que les anglais, en 1810, débarquèrent pour prendre possession définitivement de l'ile.
Un des gros avantages de l'île Maurice reside dans la diversités des langues parlées.
Pour un francophone comme moi ce n'est pas négligeable.
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Quand tout le monde est du même avis, c'est que personne ne réfléchit beaucoup.
- Walter Lippmann
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Black-capped Chickadees nest in holes in dead trees, usually not over 3 m up. The nest cavity is lined with soft, dry moss, on which is placed a thick layer of matted small mammal fur: rarely, plant down is used, presumably when fur is not available. Laying begins about mid-May, 5 to 9 eggs, usually 7 or 8; white, spotted with bright cinnamon brown.
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Here's a sight for sore eyes.
This is the lest Stanley hand pane I have ever owned. It's a low knob no 4, and according to Patrick Leach's type study here...
www.hyperkitten.com/tools/stanley_bench_plane/type_study....
... this one would be a Type 9 as in 1902-1907.
I know people in America have these planes for breakfast. But where i live this is a first and I'd be surprised to find another one in the next five to ten lifetimes.
This one ain't entirely original or unharmed. The cutter is a SW era cutter, but hey, I ain't fretting. The rear handle has cracked and repaired so and so, but it has held together for what seems like half it's age. The front knob has seen damage and a big chip is missing at the base.
The lever cap has probably been used as a screwdriver a few times too many.
But, still. My first low knob Stanley. I feel like I just lost my virginity.
The plane also displays one sign of oddity in therms of placing it dead center in a specific type era.
The Type 9 planes do have the two patent dates cast into the bed. It also has Bailey at the toe. It has the lateral ridge in the base that meets the frog. But the lateral adjuster lever on this Type ought to be void of any patent dates. But nope, this one has the same patent date stamped onto the lever as in the previous Type 8.
Did I just discover another unknown Type? Nope, don't really think so. I guess some of the old Type levers were used in a late type.
This plane has a very gracious feel about it. I haven't fettled a lot, just given it a moderate cleaning and polishing. The cutter is resharpened and it has been taken for short test run on a piece of no brainer Finnish pine.
I do like the feedback. The depth adjusting nut rotates with relative ease despite the smaller size. The lateral adjuster with it's rotating disk is really nice and of course the support of a proper frog does it's own kind of magic. So yes, thumbs up by all means. I think this one's a keeper.