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Work commitments have been such that I've not had the time to up load this from yesterday morning. Had dashed out the house, saw this turned on my heels got the camera, 4 quick shots jumped in the car off to work. Finally tonight catching my breath ...
So I set up the camera outside the stables, the parents are zooming in and out feeding the new fledglings (of which seem to be down to 4 now) it’s real hard, they are so quick, so out of about 500 phots,,,,, this one
There is a moment when all becomes still and life is just solely about the two people in that moment
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If you see a married couple still in love through the
years, you may think how lucky they are.
But in marital relations, there is no such thing as
luck.
They made many compromises, they overlooked each others faults.
They forgave many mistakes, and endured many problems.
They spent years learning to understand one another.
Love has never been a matter of luck, its a mutual giving
compromise, shared dreams, care, respect, mercy and patience.
*Thank you Adrian for sticking with this bag of bones for decades....I love the new home, I love the beautiful gardens you masterfully set down, and I love you.
*No landmark, taken at our new beautiful home!
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*Back Ground Texture from ANNA LEIBMAN
for now our children are being fashioned into commodities, if you don't believe me, just search the terms, "human capital"
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True belonging is not passive. It's not the belonging that comes with just joining a group. It's not fitting in or pretending or selling out because it's safer. It's a practice that requires us to be vulnerable, get uncomfortable, and learn how to be present with people without sacrificing who we are.
Dr. Brené Brown
Belongingness entails an unwavering commitment to not simply tolerating and respecting difference, but to ensuring that all people are welcome and feel that they belong.
John A. Powell
Today, if we have no peace, it is because we have forgotten that we belong to each other.
Mother Theresa, Saint Teresa of Calcutta
The most important thing in all human relationships is conversation, but people don't talk anymore, they don't sit down to talk and listen. They go to the cinema, watch television, listen to the radio, read books, update their status on the internet, but they almost never talk. If we want to change the world, we have to go back to a time when warriors would gather around a fire and tell stories
Paulo Coelho
We live in a world in which we need to share responsibility. It's easy to say, ‘It's not my child, not my community, not my world, not my problem.’ Then there are those who see the need and respond. I consider those people my heroes.
Fred Rogers
Courage is what it takes to stand up and speak; courage is also what it takes to sit down and listen.
Winston Churchill
When we choose to wonder about people we don’t know, when we imagine their lives and listen for their stories, we begin to expand the circle of those we see as part of us.
Valarie Kaur
We must remain hopeful that a universal ethic of courage, caring, sharing, respect, radical compassion, and love will make a difference. We can never be too generous or too kind.
Marc Bekoff
I believe that we are here for each other, not against each other. Everything comes from an understanding that you are a gift in my life — whoever you are, whatever our differences.
John Denver
With heartfelt and genuine thanks for your kind visit. Have a beautiful day, be well, keep your eyes open, appreciate the beauty surrounding you, enjoy creating, and stay safe! ❤️❤️❤️
HAEVN - Other Side of Sea 🎶
Me pongo a escribir con los ojos aún húmedos por las lágrimas y el peso de una losa sobre el corazón. Acabo de ver la película El maestro que prometió el mar (Patricia Font, 2023), un homenaje hecho con infinita ternura a la figura de Antoni Benaiges i Nogués, un maestro republicano que en el año 1934 ganó una plaza para enseñar en la escuela de un pequeño pueblo de Burgos, llevando con él una tremenda sensibilidad y belleza, e ideas tan inspiradoras como peligrosas en aquellos tiempos. Antoni, cuyo legado continúa vivo, se había adherido al modelo de enseñanza del brillante pedagogo Célestin Freinet (1896-1966), el llamado método natural, el desarrollo de un ambiente para propiciar el aprendizaje basado en la curiosidad natural de los niños y las niñas, y con el máximo respeto por la infancia. El propio Antoni escribió:
Los niños no pueden ser lo que uno quiera. No son cosas. Deben ser según los valores que esconden. Esto es, ellos mismos. Que piensen, que sientan y que quieran. Dejémosles ser niños. Respetémosles en todos los momentos.
En una España de principios del siglo XX, tradicionalista, atrasada, en tremenda tensión social y política, Antoni Benaiges, con profundo amor por la infancia y consistente con sus creencias sobre el crecimiento personal a través de las vivencias, prometió a sus alumnos, niñas y niños de un pueblo del interior de la España rural y que jamás habían visto el mar, que les llevaría a verlo. Jamás pudo cumplir su promesa. Antoni, oriundo de Montroig (Tarragona), un pueblecito muy cerca del Mediterráneo, fue vilmente asesinado como tantos otros por fanáticos falangistas tan solo una semana después del inicio del monumental desastre de la Guerra Civil en España.
No hay profesión que yo admire más que la de maestro o maestra. Pienso que no existe un compromiso más importante que una persona pueda ejercer con el mundo. Lo he dicho toda mi vida y en los últimos años lo repetí con convicción. Maestros y maestras son los constructores del futuro, cargando con una responsabilidad formidable, que ninguna otra profesión o cargo tiene. De su ejemplo, de su manera de comprender la vida y la forma de transmitirlo, de su ternura y paciencia, dependen en buena parte los viajes que recorreremos como personas en nuestras vidas. Yo tuve buenas maestras y buenos maestros, que siempre me trataron con cariño, me ayudaron a creer en mis capacidades, y me animaron a descubrir el mundo. Como padre, una de mis mayores preocupaciones siempre ha sido que mi hija pudiese decir lo mismo que yo algún día, y apostamos, como un vínculo curioso con el legado de Antoni, por el método natural de Freinet en su formación. Que nadie pueda negar jamás a nuestras niñas y niños la posibilidad de ver el mar.
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I start writing with eyes still moist from tears and the weight of a burden on my heart. I've just watched the movie The Teacher Who Promised the Sea (Patricia Font, 2023), a homage made with infinite tenderness to the figure of Antoni Benaiges i Nogués, a republican teacher who won a position in 1934 to teach in a school in a small village in Burgos, carrying with him tremendous sensitivity and beauty, and ideas as inspiring as they were dangerous in those times. Antoni, whose legacy lives on, had embraced the teaching model of the brilliant pedagogue Célestin Freinet (1896-1966), the so-called natural method, the development of an environment to foster learning based on the natural curiosity of children, and with the utmost respect for childhood. Antoni himself wrote:
Children cannot be what one wants them to be. They are not things. They must be according to the values they hide. That is, themselves. Let them think, let them feel, and let them love. Let's allow them to be children. Let's respect them at all times.
In early 20th century Spain, traditionalist, backwards, in tremendous social and political tension, Antoni Benaiges, with profound love for childhood and consistent with his beliefs about personal growth through experiences, promised his pupils, girls and boys from an inland rural Spanish village who had never seen the sea, that he would take them to see it. He could never fulfill his promise. Antoni, born in Montroig (Tarragona), a small village close to the Mediterranean Sea, was vilely murdered like so many others by fanatical Falangists just one week after the begining of the monumental disaster of the Spanish Civil War.
There is no profession I admire most than that of teachers. I believe there is no greater commitment with the world a person can undertake. I have said it all my life and, in recent years, I have repeated it with conviction. Teachers are the builders of the future, carrying a formidable responsibility that no other profession or position has. From their example, from their way of understanding life and how they transmit it, from their tenderness and patience, depend how most of us will travel the journey of our lives as individuals. I had good teachers, who always treated me with affection, helped me to believe in my abilities, and encouraged me to discover the world. As a parent, one of my greatest concerns has always been that my daughter could say the same one day, and, as a curious link with Antoni's dream, we chose the Freinet's natural method in her education. May no one ever deny our girls and boys the chance to see the sea.
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🌐 My steps took me this time to Coastal Edge, where the sea is the protagonist.
A couple of summers ago, I witnessed the most meaningful ceremony I've ever seen. My friend G married her longtime love. And before I go on... a word about their love.
It's something you can feel when you walk into their house. It emanates... not just from them, but from the house itself... the furniture... the animals... the garden... the bric a brac. Entering that house is like walking into some big yellow-warm sunshine embrace; it is nothing short of palpable. And seeing them together is even more powerful.
These are two people who just so clearly delight in each other's company. Like all of us, they have their share of less than stellar days, but they're strong for each other, they support one another, they complement each other... and, like I said, when you see them together, you can't help but share a little hiccup in your heart... a skip-step of giddiness. In short, if ever two people should be married, G and her love were those two people. And they're both from backgrounds that value marriage; that see it as the highest expression of togetherness.
But there was one more factor at play that made their wedding the specialest occasion. Until that year, they had not had the legal right to marry. Why? Because G and her One True Love are women. To which I say... So fucking what??
Marriage, as I understand it, is all about love and commitment. And no two people were ever more in love or more committed.
And to those who argue same-sex marriage somehow undermines the so-called sanctity of the so-called institution of marriage... I say heterosexual couples... with their soaring divorce rates, and rampant infidelity, and vicious child-custody disputes... are doing that themselves.
Besides. Why should anyone's choice of who to love... or who to marry... be anyone else's business? As long as no one's being victimized, what's the problem?
One of the arguments advanced here in Canada, where same-sex marriage is legal (for the time being, anyway)... is that, if THIS is okay, then what's next? Polygamy?
To which I say... what's the hairy issue with polygamy? If three people (or four or five or whatever) choose to form a legal bond and raise their family collectively... again, as long as no one's being victimized... what is the problem?
Oh, say the critics, but polygamy's tied to child abuse. Uh, right. That's the same thing they say about same-sex unions... based on their ludicrous assumption that all homosexuals are somehow pedophiles, or sex fiends. Ridiculous.
I've heard otherwise rational men say... I'd never go to a gay male doctor.
To which I say.... don't flatter yourself. Just because a man may be in a love with another man, that doesn't mean he's uncontrollably flinging himself at every damned man who walks through the door. I mean... I have a straight male doctor. That means... oooooohhhh.... gasp.... he has sex with women!!!! But that has absolutely nothing to do with him examining me in his professional capacity.
We have a polygamist sect here in British Columbia, and it's under near-constant scrutiny for child abuse. The allegation is that very young girls are married off to men, against their will.
To which I say... if that's the case, it's child abuse, for sure. But it's an entirely separate issue from the marital status of the parents involved.
Sorry if I'm ranting here, but this whole issue gets my knickers in a major twist. I think it's because... as one of those kids who was teased and taunted for simply being who I was... I sort of understand what it must be like to face such senseless discrimination.
We have today, in too many parts of North America, a culture that says... while most other forms of organized hate and discrimination are frowned upon... it's okay to ostracize and mistreat people... solely on the basis of who they love.
It's insane. I mean... I remember when I first encountered boys. There was an instant ZING! From that time on, I pretty much always had a crush on some boy or other and... lucky me... I was part of a majority, so having those feelings was a-okay.
The gay and lesbian people I've talked to had similar experiences somewhere in their lives.... where they felt that overwhelming sense of attraction and excitement and curiosity. But... unlucky them, they were part of a minority, and made to think that what they felt was somehow bad or wrong.
I'm on this topic today because our federal government (recently elected and right wing) is threatening to undo the same-sex marriage law. This is just the latest in a string of reversals that's included:
- killing the nearly-enacted bill that would've decriminalized marijuana
- killing an agreement with aboriginal people that would've finally begun addressing the deplorable conditions many of them live in
- reversing the country's commitment to do its part to address climate change, and
- killing a multi-year agreement with the provinces that would've made child care somewhat more affordable and accessible.
In the government's eyes, child care is bad. I mean, everyone knows mommies should stay home with their babies while daddies work. Climate change is just a bunch of made-up garbage; after all, those scientists are all a bunch of liberals. Aboriginal people... notwithstanding the fact that white people stole their land, stuck them on reserves, legislated away their rights and tore a whole generation of children away from their families and communities... Notwithstanding that, "those people" are just lazy; they just need to pull themselves up by their bootstraps. As for marijuana... well, we all know it's FAR more harmful than booze, which government not only endorses but shamelessly profits from. I mean... just look at all the domestic strife, and public brawls, and armed standoffs, and traffic carnage caused by those crazed, violent potheads. And those humsexuals... well. We can't deport them 'cause they're from here (darnit anyway). But we sure as hell owe it to the citizenry to make sure they're denied the most fundamental of human rights... the right to freely love.
I'm sorry if this is a downer but I'm sick at heart for my country today. I fear where we're going and I feel so helpless... watching our common sense progress slip away.
I guess I should just be glad that G and her One True Love are already married... and no one... not even right wing governments... can take what they have away from them.
Sometimes I get lucky. This pair did not notice me standing with my tripod. They swam up close, completely undisturbed. Their gift presentation was also a gift to me; Clark's Grebes; Aechmophorus clarkii; Santa Margarita Lake; CA; USA
Friedensreich Hundertwasser (1928–2000)
Painter, architecture doctor, ecological activist and philosopher
The work of Friedensreich Hundertwasser (born Friedrich Stowasser in Vienna) is one of the most important contributions in the art history of post-war modernism. As an important member of the international avant-garde in Paris in the 1950s, he developed his unique visual language. One of the central motifs of his colorful picture world is the spiral.
If today Hundertwasser is considered one of the most popular European artists of our time, his graphic work has made a great contribution. His goal in the art of graphics was to create variations within one edition, with the result that each sheet of an edition is unique, different in color and design from all others.
Hundertwasser's commitment to a more human architecture in harmony with nature and his visionary ecological commitment developed from his belief in the power of nature and individual creativity. Since the 1980s, he has been realizing architectural projects in which there is the window right and tree tenants, the uneven floor, forests on the roof and spontaneous vegetation. His buildings testify to his commitment to diversity instead of monotony, for romanticism, for the organic and for unregulated irregularities, for spontaneous vegetation and for living in harmony with nature.
At the center of his ecological activities were tree planting and greening campaigns, the restoration of natural cycles, the protection of water and the fight for a waste-free society.
He disseminated his socio-critical and ecological positions with manifestos, letters, speeches and public demonstrations in which he criticized the pure functionality of all areas of life, the uninhibited growth doctrine and the adaptation to social conformism.
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While everyone and their brother was out chasing the KCS 4006 on the CN, we hung out on the Ottumwa Sub for the day. I had pondered going home after commitments on Saturday in southern Iowa, but after the boys reaction to this heritage unit, I was glad we stayed. A 25th anniversary unit leads this Chiles, KY, empty working west from Galesburg to Lincoln. The train is about 150 miles from the next crew change point at Creston. We gave chase as the train rolls thru the hogback west of Lockridge along highway 34.
Iowa
I normally take the months of June, July and most of August off due to summer commitments and other (golf) obligations! :)
Once in a while there is a moment when you just have to dust off the camera and capture the moment! Hope you all are having a "good" summer!
Copyright 2016
Good morning to all my Flickr family and friends. One of two shots taken from my window today. I am busy with family commitments most of today so blessings to each of you, thanks for visiting:
The humanly side of photography contains at least three elements:
subjectivity
creativity
human initiative
If you going to purchase a camera and lenses you should try to be a photographer; however, for some (photographers?) laziness replaces human initiative.
Excerpt from the plaque:
Forever Proud, Forever Progressing: Recognize what was. Celebrate what is. Work for what should be.
Proud to support initiatives focused on financial security, affordable housing and mental health for the 2SLGBTQ+ community year-round.
Commitment
GRIEF CAN TAKE CARE OF ITSELF, BUT TO GET THE FULL VALUE OF A JOY YOU
MUST HAVE SOMEBODY TO DIVID IT WITH.
mark twain (1835 - 1910 )
In the beginning of 2016 I made a solid commitment to myself to document the P&W as much as possible. When the announcement of the sale of the P&W came in August, the clock really started to tick. I have been taking pictures of the P&W since I was younger than Zachary, and it still didn't seem like I had enough. I did bring the camera to work everyday in 2016 taking advantage of every situation possible. Being on WONR based out of Worcester at 3pm, the long days of the year presented many opportunities. Once the former SD70M-2's were painted, we had them on and off, and every sunny afternoon, I made it a point to pick a spot on the Norwich branch. So here is train WONR posed, with an unlikely combo of SD70M-2 4302 and Super 7 B23-7R 2216 passing Shield Aerosol in Webster, MA on August 8, 2016. As of last week the 4302 is in the NECR paint shop being repainted into G&W orange and re-assigned to the B&P.
Dedicated Laysan albatross mates alternate parental duties taking turns sitting on the nest and foraging for food. Tending the nest can mean a commitment of up to two weeks or more before swapping duties and heading out to sea to feed. This Laysan albatross (Phoebastria immutabilis) nest site was in the shade of a naio shrub on the sand dunes of Ka’ena Point.
This farmer stood there for hours, on the side of the highway, braving dust and pollution, to offer free food and sweets to the passing traffic.
I salute him !
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Camera: Canon PowerShot A560
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I took this snap with help of my 2 Bhatija :)
2 bandors you may call :)
I have some time available and will get a few shots in before my commitment to the museum! I found this Little Blue Heron doing a bit of preening on an old dead tree overhanging Horsepen Bayou Alligator Alley! He was decked out in this breeding plumage with a much deeper plum color on the head and his beak has changed to a deep sky blue as well! The eyes have become a deep dark color as well! It’s quite an impressive display and you can see the difference from the normal colors that they carry! I had also talked about my Green Herons in the previous post and found a couple of those as well in their breeding plumage but will hold everyone in suspense for a while!
I will attempt to get to everyone’s photos and also say that the comments will be a bit shorter until I get everything back up to speed! Hope everyone had a great weekend and that your week goes smoothly!
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© All rights reserved. A low-res, flatbed scan of a 6x7 (2 1/4 x 2 3/4 inch) transparency
That certainly does not describe my vintage sign shooting accomplishments, but there are many out there, like my contacts, that get that job done right.
In any case, I do head out when I can and see what's left to be seen. This cool, old motel sign in Stockton, Ca. still lights up, too. I met the owners while snapping this and they became happy as a lark when they realized that it was their nifty sign I was photographing. Before that, I believe they thought I was the IRS or something.
Anyway, thanks for having a look!