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Great blue heron.
Thank you for the visit!
Wildwood Lake, Harrrisburg, Pennsylvania.
1/30 sec. f/8 483mm ISO100
The Conservative Party Conference is being held in Manchester this week, here are three of the attendees heading for the conference hall…..!
This is a conservative or low Amish topless buggy clipping along in-2F temperatures. In this area there are two Amish settlements competing for souls and money. Conservative Amish don't allow tops on buggies which limits travel and marks a line of difference with the liberal Amish with their fancy warm buggies.... The conservative group is of southern Germany heritage and language. They have allowed fewer capitalist innovations involving technology and ways of making a living. The other group, after a schism, has embraced global capital flows of value and technology by relying on one of the big three Agricultural corporation to develop a vast system of feeder cattle factory farms. Large semi-open structures have been built to confine a large number of head in a small area (called a CAFO). (there are images of these structures in the Amish folder/album. These "liberal Amish" contract with the outside English people to house their cattle and to work for the Amish. Us "English" provide transportation and ability to use certain technologies that make these huge operations possible. Their wealth has swelled and they have put the money toward the building of large fancy homes that look like suburban houses. The low Amish require people to work on less capital intensive farms. They are not allowed to work in factories. They get by with labor intensive small scale agricultural practices and more humble or low in their consumption. Their homes are rag tag cobbled together structures that are "messy". The high Amish tear down old early 20th and late 19th Century homes to build fancy "McMansions". This leads to another plane of competition to "be in this world but not of this world" Being not of this world means being humble or plain. The liberal Amish think that the less technologically up to date Amish are being prideful and vain or showing off in trying to be "more Amish". The liberal or high churches wear brighter colorful clothes of pink or purple while the conservative churches wear black, dark blue or black. This visual boundary maintains a marriage and social barrier requiring endogamy. Flows of women and capital remain within each group ensuring wealth and social bonds remain within each group. There is a hot cold war between the two groups. The farm in the background is a large English family/corporate farm
At the start of lockdown, feeling afraid to go into shops, hating the idea of wearing masks, Ray took out an online subscription to his favourite newspaper. Over 2 years later, no actual newspaper has entered our house as he reads the paper on his iPad, beginning alongside the first cuppa of the day. I hate tablets and the last thing I would do is read anything of length on one, thus I am now less than ever au fait with current events.
Recently, Ray and friends were discussing the current Conservative leadership contest when I asked' Who IS this chap Truss?" then wondered why they all fell about laughing..
Give me a beautiful French novel to read any day and if I'm labelled eccentric, it bothers me not.
Taken during the People's Assembly Against Austerity - a Protest against the Conservative Party and it's annual Conference in Manchester (1st October 2023).
In the background is YouTuber Charles Veitch, self-described as a "Mathematical sentience complex trapped inside an over-clocked ape graphics card brain."
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Thousands of people took to the streets of Manchester on October 1st as the ruling Conservative Party (the Tories) commenced its annual conference in the city. Organized by the People’s Assembly Against Austerity, the protest action brought together a broad coalition of activists, trade unions, climate action groups, and anti-war and anti-racism organizations and campaign groups.
“Wages Up, Bills Down, Tories Out,” “Cut War Not Welfare,” “Wages Not Weapons,” and “Defend the Right to Strike” were some of the slogans that were visible among the sea of protesters as they marched through the city. The action was held as part of a national week of action organized by the People’s Assembly in Manchester between September 30 and October 3.
The National Union of Rail, Maritime, and Transport Workers (RMT), which has organized successive strikes since last June, (and whose members are going on strike again this week alongside workers from the Associated Society of Locomotive Engineers and Firemen, ASLEF), was among the trade unions present at Sunday’s protest. They were joined by the National Education Union (NEU), the Communication Workers Union (CWU), Unison, Public and Commercial Services Union (PCS), Bakers Food and Allied Workers Union, and Unite.
Sunday’s protest was also supported by members of the Stop the War coalition, the Campaign for Nuclear Disarmament, Just Stop Oil, the Peace and Justice Project, and the Disabled People Against Cuts (DPAC) campaign group. Also in attendance was the Young Communist League, the youth wing of the Communist Party of Britain.
David Cameron, Leader of the Conservative Party, speaks at the 2009 Conservative Party Conference in Manchester, Thursday October 8, 2009. (Photo by Paul Toeman)
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My name is Homer Simpson.....My name is Homer Simpson.....My name is Homer Simpson. Will the real Homer Simpson please register to vote! The Obama administration has repeatedly said that Americans are too stupid to understand issues. They liken us to Homer Simpson (I'm honored). However, I do understand the issues and won't be bought off by a doughnut. I'm registered to vote and the liberals are O-U-T!
I'm Homer Simpson and I approved this message!
… vs. Old Order Mennonites.
Old Order are 100% horse and buggy ONLY!
Only a boy YET driving a tracker while his Dad and brother load bales.
Responsibility at so young, an age.
But in our MODERN SOCIETY youth are encouraged to stay adolescents forever.
Welcome to the NINTENDO AGE.
Gee, which society is really the one that's behind?
I think appearances can be very deceiving.
The way we were.
This is my photo of a portion of a photo that was taken of us by someone else, in 1997, when Margaret and I happened to be in the same place at the same time.
Cropped; areas brushed and blurred using Flickr's Photo Editor app.
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Conservative politicians seem to be only concerned with three things: power, corporations and billionaires. Anything else is a mere inconvenience, especially in light of the province of Ontario's most recent dismal response to Covid-19 and their institution of borderline martial law. It just shows how bad conservatives are at governing. Isn't a pandemic enough of an issue without adding incompetence into the mix? Frustration aplenty.
At Chatsworth House and Gardens,Derbyshire.Nothing to do with British right wing politics...or it wouldn't be on my photostream!...please click link for the history of this iconic Joseph Paxton structure.
Who's Steve Barclay ? Just a man we've never heard of before who's standing for the conservative party,and has posters splashed EVERYWHERE . This is one of the few that have not been vandalised by someone with a can of black spray paint , a low IQ and very little artistic talent !
When I was at junior school , I remember there being an election and nearly every house displayed an orange , diamond shaped poster telling us to "Vote Clement Freud". Now , we'd all heard of Clement Freud .......
Shame whoever owns this derelict building and gave permission for the poster to be erected doesn't consider smartening their premises up.....
C&O GP40 #3786 is pictured at Cincinnati on September 6th 1974. The more conservative "dress blues" painted on engines prior to the Chessie scheme certainly was charming in it's own right...although the "Cat Dish" would certainly be in the limelight. Don Dover (founder of Extra 2200 South) photo, JL Sessa collection.
The Douglas C-47 has been lovingly referred to as America’s do-anything go-anywhere WWII airplane. The versatile Douglas C-47 could be used for troop and cargo transport, dropping paratroops, towing a glider, medical evacuation, and virtually any other task assigned to it. It was turned into a troop-carrying glider by the removal of its engines and into a seaplane by the addition of huge floats.
The C-47 operated under all weather conditions on every continent around the world, and it did so with a grace and rugged reliability that made it a favorite of pilots and mechanics alike. This affection led to many nicknames, and the most enduring was “Gooney Bird.”
The C-47 is the military version of the DC-3, which had revolutionized the world of air transport, becoming the best-selling airliner of its day. The DC-3 had placed the United States in the lead in commercial aviation, a position the nation would retain for the rest of the century, and beyond. The C-47 was just as revolutionary for the military.
The C-47 featured strengthened floors, bucket seats, large loading doors, and a pair of sweet-running Pratt & Whitney R-1830 engines of 1,200 horsepower each. When orders overwhelmed the Long Beach facility, a second factory had to be built in Tulsa, Oklahoma. Variants of the basic design were used by all branches of the military and by almost every Allied nation. Even the Luftwaffe flew the doughty Douglas design, using aircraft impressed from airlines of occupied countries.
Flights from India to China to supply American troops were treacherous, taking C-47s over the Himalayas, where there was no place to land, and no turning back. The Chinese airfields that awaited the transports were regularly bombed and strafed by Japanese planes, so few landings were ever considered “routine.”
The aircraft soldiered on, performing well for the United States during the 1948 Berlin Airlift, in Korea, and in Vietnam. The C-47’s longevity derives from the conservative Douglas engineers building in more strength than was necessary, endowing the airplane with a virtually unlimited service life. No wonder it earned General Dwight D. Eisenhower’s praise as one of the five most important weapons of World War II!
When World War II ended, it would have been reasonable to expect the C-47 to serve for a few more years and then retire, going the way of the B-17s, P-47s, and other combat veterans. Some continued in military service, and others, available at bargain prices from U.S. government surplus, were refurbished and became the nucleii of airline start-ups.
During the Vietnam War, C-47s were modified into heavily armed gunships, designated AC-47. USAF Captain Ronald W. Terry and team turned the lovable Gooney Bird into a fearsome warplane, armed with side-firing Gatling Guns. It orbited over villages, laying down a withering 18,000 round-per-minute cone of fire that repelled attacks and earned it the nickname — “Puff the Magic Dragon.” Operating under the call-sign “Spooky,” the AC-47s became indispensable, and it was their proud boast that no South Vietnamese position was ever lost when a gunship was on duty overhead.
The bottom line? There are still C-47s flying in countries around the world. Many boast turbo upgrades to their engines, but all continue to provide dependable transport no matter how extreme the conditions.
-- Technical Specifications --
‧ Contractor: Douglas Aircraft Company
‧ Deployment Date: First flight on 23 December 1941
‧ Nickname: Cheeky Charlie
‧ Number Built: 10,000+
‧ Span: 95 feet, 6 inches
‧ Length: 63 feet, 9 inches
‧ Height: 17 feet
‧ Weight: 31,000 lbs
‧ Max. Speed: 224 MPH
‧ Service Ceiling: 26,400 feet
‧ Range: 1,600 miles
‧ Crew: 4 (Pilot, Co-Pilot, Navigator, Radio Operator)
Happiness, a word whose meaning I don't realize with a human being who knows and has only violence and tyranny, without mention Intellectual retardation.
My father has nothing for me except hatred, I mean nothing to him, even though I live with him under the same roof. His three daughters which belongs to his second wife have all his love, attention and good treatment. Providing them with all their needs with all grace as for his faithful wife that looks like an angel in his eye, he doesn't refuse her demands. Caressing her in the darkness of the night, and playing the role of the victim in the sunny day to blame her for her often intentional mistakes. She puts on the mask of innocence, but her heart is black and greedy. And she has nothing to do with respect except the title.
As a child, I was a queen in a respectable and conservative family. My father was satisfied with me, caressed me and provides me with all my needs. I do not feel the lack of motherhood in the presence of a tender and kind grandmother, I speak of a warm embrace and an ideal mother that she didn't leave me an instant until she passed away, unlike my biological mother, She left me and fled the maternal nest to live free and unencumbered without responsibility. I didn't know what unknown fate awaited me ...
When I reached the age of six, the first part of sufferance began with my father's marriage. I danced to the rhythms of the chaabi and I didn't realize what was happening because of my young age, then my father's mood changed, and he became strange.
My grandmother was "severe" who blamed him from time to time for his constant ignorance, and was not satisfied with the situation because she noticed his discrimination and not treating us in the same way as before.
A year later, my loving grandmother, died of a heart attack, I was in my second year of school. That day, I panicked a lot, cried and screamed... I couldn't believe that she died. I remember what happened after that, but all I remember is that my life ended there.
I have become a body without a soul, not only that, I was sure at the time that she was the source of my hope and the essence of my happiness. I failed in my studies and the hatred of my father and his inhumane treatment increased until I decided to end my suffering and catch up with her who felt my feelings, but even the suicide attempt was a failure.
The glass of my heart was broken, my eyes bled with tears, and I was still suffering from nightmares and loneliness in total darkness. I thought relationships would even compensate me a little for the deficiencies I suffered from, but unfortunately. I decided not to engage or build dreams on a fragile wall that could collapse, Until I got to know a young man, who had a distinguished personality, good ethics, and now I share with him the bitterness of life and complain to him about my constant obstruction despite the distance.
Today, at the age of nineteen, I am studying in vocational training, the Corporate Accounting Division. I have friends that we spent funny time, we'd like to graduate despite my devastated psyche. The cup is full. I am no longer able to receive insult and criticize.
Another day of my life passes like every other day, and sadness overwhelms me. I take pleasure in my weeping pencil and my book of complaints.
Happy Women's Day.
السعادة، كلمة لا أدرك معناها مع بشر لا يعرف و لا يملك سوى العنف و الإستبداد، فما بالك بالتخلف.
أبي لا يكن لي سوى الكراهية، فرغم أنني أعيش معه تحت سقف واحد، إلا أنني لا أعني له شيء بالبثة، لكن نباته الثلاث اللواتي هن من زوجة الثانية يكن لها المهبة و الإهتمام ا لمعاملة الجيدة، مع توفيره لهن كل الحتياجات بكل هداوة أما الزوجة النصونة في نضره كالملاك، لا يرفظ لها طلب. ىداعبها في سهون الليل تم يمثل دور الضحية في النهار المشمس ليعاتبها على أخطائها المقصودة غالبا. تضع قناع البراءة لكن الفؤاد أسود و جشع. و لا تملك من الإحترام إلا اللقب.
في الصغر كنت ملكة بين عائلة محترمة، محافظة. أبي راضي عني ، يداعبني و يوفر لي كل احتياجاتي. لا أحس بنقصان الأمومة ب وجود جدة حنونة و طيبة، أتكلم عن حضن دافئ و أم مثالية. لم تفارقني ولو للحظة حتى فارقة الحياة، عكس أمي البيولوجية. تركتني و غادرت هاربة من عش الأمومة لتعيش طليقة حرة بدون مسؤولية. كنت لا أدرك ماينتظرني من مصير مجهول...
عند بلوغي سن السادسة، بدأ الجزء الأول من المعنات بزواج أبي ، رقصت على أنغام الشعبي ولم أكن أدرك ما يحصل نظرا لصغر سني ثم تغير ميزاج أبي و أصبح دا طابع غريب.
كانت جدتي "حادة" تعاتبه من حين لأخر لتجاهله المستمر ولم تكن راضية عن الوضع لملاحظتها التمييز و عدم تعامله بنفس الطريقة كسابق عهدنا.
بعد مرور سنة، توفيت جدتي الحنينة إتر جلطة قلبية كنت في السنة الثانية بكلوريا. دلك اليوم ذعرت كثيرا و بكيت ، صرخت ... لم أصدق حقيقة أنها فارقت الحياة. أتكر ما حصل ب عد دلك لكن كل ما أدكر أن حياتي إنتهت عند دلك.
تم أكملت مسيرتي بجسد بلا روح، و تأكدت حينها أنها كانت نصدر أملي وجوهر سعادتي، تم رسبت في دراستي و زاد كره أبي ومعاملته العير الإنسانية حتى قررت وضع حد لمعاناتي و اللحاق بمن كانت تحس بمشاعري لكن وحتى محاولة الإنتحار عمت بالفشل.
إنكسر زجاج قلبي، نزفت عيني بالدموع وبقيت أعاني من الكوابيس و الوحدة في الظلام الدامس، كنت أظن أن العلاقات الغرامية ستعوضني ولو قليلا عن النقصان الذي أعاني منه لكن للأسف لم تجدي نفعا، قررت عدم الإرتباط أو بناء الأحلام على جدار هش قابل للإنهيار، لحين تعرفي على شاب، له شخصية مميزة ق أخلاق حميدة و الآن أتشارك معه مرارة الحياة و أشكي له عن عراقلي المستمرة بالرغم من بعد المسافة.
اليوم و أنا في التاسعة عشرة أدرس بالتكوين المهني شعبة محاسبة المقاولات. لي أصدقاء و صديقات نمضي وقتا شيقا ، نود الحصول على الدبلوم رغم نفسيتي المدمرة، و الكأس قد امتلأ فما عدت قادرة على الإهانة و الإنتقادات.
والأن ينقضي يوم أخر من حياتي، يمر كباقي الأيام و الحسرة تغمرني. أستأنس بقلمي و دفتر شكاياتي المنقط بالدموع.
عيد مرأة سعيد.
Imagine Dragons - Believer 🎵🎧❤️
I always had the power of seeing something different in people. I had the idea of creating this project in 2014 when I realize I’m shooting a lot of portraits for my friends, clients, people on the street… So I transformed this passion into an artistic project where my goal wasn’t take just average pictures of strangers, but make portraits of them that reveals something.
It’s an on-going project which I want to take 100 portraits stories.
Shot with the manual focus Venus 60mm macro lens :) Perfect rendition in my eyes.
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