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Yesterday after meditating for a few hours, I confirm to myself that, stop trying to control everything that happens in my life has been the right choice...
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Late in the evening as the last of the light tickles the crest of the waves.... flickers of light in the gloom....
The fencing which is almost everywhere in Scotland is partly responsible for the regeneration of the Scots Pine woodland as it prevents the deer from grazing the young trees. There's a constant battle between deer farming for hunting and regeneration and rewilding in the highlands. There needs to be far more of this kind of control in my opinion to give the highlands back to the forests and its wildlife.
The track eventually leads to Britain's remotist Youth Hostel.
This rabbit (and his mate) are our constant visitors. My dog, Andy, would love to catch him & tries often. Rabbits are too agile for Andy but he has a good time trying. ~ On the front lawn.
Mum was sat opposite watching them and watching the area. She seemed to be ok with us being a distance away and not making noise.
I think the most heartbreaking aspect of this lovely Cheetah mother's story is that she used to have four cubs, so it's understandable that she was so watchful. We were so privileged that she allowed us to hang out for the time she gave us. Cheetah are vulnerable to poaching and of course habitat loss... but these cubs are vulnerable until they get a lot bigger.... to Lions, Leopards and Hyena, all of whom are in the reserve. I hope they make it.
Photographed at 6am at Nambiti game reserve, South Africa
It was that kind of a day when the skyscape was constantly changing. Somehow walking back along the foot of the Downs was actually more interesting than waking along the ridge
The skies on Friday were constantly changing between total overcast to clear blue and everything in between. This was the scene at midday. Five exposure HDR processed with Nik HDR Efex Pro 2
Palm Warbler hunting for insects in the leaf litter alongside the Marsh Rabbit Run Trail in the Circle B Bar Reserve located in the City of Lakeland Polk County Florida U.S.A.
Subtly patterned brown-and-yellow warbler, known for constantly bobbing its tail. Often forages on the ground, unlike most other warblers. Breeding plumage shows a rufous cap. In fall and winter, look for pale eyebrow and dark line through the eye, diffuse streaks on underparts, and bright yellow undertail coverts. Two populations: “Western” is browner overall, brightest on the undertail coverts; “Yellow” is more suffused with yellow overall; they overlap extensively in range, especially during fall migration. Breeds in bogs and clearings in the boreal forest. In migration, found in a variety of open, shrubby habitats. One of the more common warblers wintering in the southern U.S.; also winters in the Caribbean and Yucatan Peninsula. Source: eBird
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Our little squirrel disappeared for a couple of weeks and I as worried about him. I thought maybe a hawk got him. Then yesterday he's back...!! Here he's in the homemade squirrel feeder we have attached to our deck railings. I keep sunflower seeds, deer corn and apples in it for him. He's so much fun to watch. He is used to me but still cautious which is a good thing.
Zanda Earth Forest (or Zanda Tulin). Zanda County, Ngari Prefecture, Xizang Autonomous Region, China. March 2022.
Squonk - Genesis / A Trick of the Tail, 1976
Now listen here, listen to me, don't you run away now. I am a friend, I'd really like to play with you, making noises my little furry friend would make. I'll trick him, then I'll kick him into my sack. You better watch out, you better watch out. I've got you, I've got you, you'll never get away. Walking home that night, the sack across my back, the sound of sobbing on my shoulder, when suddenly it stopped. I opened up the sack, all that I had a pool of bubbles and tears, just a pool of tears. Just a pool of tears. All in all you are a very dying race, placing trust upon a cruel world. You never had the things you thought you should have had and you'll not get them now. And all the while in perfect time... your tears are falling on the ground.
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When I heard the Genesis album "A Trick of the Tail," I didn't understand the song "Squonk." I didn't understand what it was explaining exactly, or who the song was referring to. The neuron that fires in my brain to do something I enjoy, which is something like musical archaeology, disconnected for some reason. It stopped making synapses in my neural system, and I did nothing to find out what this song explained. A few years later, I became interested in a strange website called the Internet Archive, also known as archive.org for its internet address. This kind of digital internet library or website is established as a non-profit organization and is operated thanks to the efforts of people who volunteer their free time to make this website work. Explaining what the Internet Archive is isn't easy. It's an organization and a website that advocates for a free and open Internet, for the free flow of information, offering free access to collections of digitized materials, software applications, music, audiovisual materials, books, printed materials, and much more. It's especially important to websites that are closing and contain old digital material that would otherwise be lost. They try to preserve Internet content in this way, functioning as a "backup" of the Internet, making it possible to recover and view web pages that have disappeared or been deleted, thus eliminating the information they contained. It's a free, open library accessible to everyone. Its objective is to preserve human culture and knowledge. It's easy to get lost in it given the vast amount of information and materials available. You often search and get lost among so much material and find things you don't even know what they're for, or you find things that surprise you. You can even find software for your first Amstrad or Atari computer, which you bought in the 1990s. I highly recommend it. Here are the updated figures from Wikipedia about what you can find on the Internet Archive: 46 million printed materials, 15 million videos, 1.3 million software programs, 14 million audio files, 5.3 million images, 279,660 concerts, and more than 946 billion web pages in its Wayback Machine (a database containing copies of a huge number of Internet pages or sites). Does that seem like too little to you? Or do you think it's a place worth diving into to search and find the strangest things you can think of or look for? It's a kind of "grandmother's trunk" that holds everything. And it's the books section that I think is the best organized, where you can find books that no longer exist, that aren't published, or that you wouldn't even find in your local municipal library. There are millions of digitized books, where I've even found books that are impossible to find elsewhere. One day, while searching the book section, I accidentally found a book by Cox titled "Fearsome Creatures of the Lumberwoods, With a Few Desert and Mountain Beasts." The book is like a fantasy field guide written in 1910 by William Thomas Cox. It's a book about legendary and strange creatures that are part of the legends of the forests of the United States and Canada, and especially of Pennsylvania. As field guides do with their scientific names, Cox's book includes the Latin nomenclature of the strange being (I imagine invented by Cox), its habitat, morphology, customs, and behaviors. If you decide to read it, keep one important thing in mind. You won't find a literary gem, for the simple reason that Cox only wrote two or three books in his life. Cox wasn't a writer; he was a forester, a person who dedicated himself to the cultivation and care of forests. But that is precisely his great merit, as, not a writer, but a forester, he wrote a book of legends about strange beings that is so interesting to read. You can find the book for free on the Internet Archive. It was while reading this book that I came across a chapter where it talks about a strange being, a legend... the legend of the Squonk, and I remembered the Genesis song, the meaning of which I hadn't understood. Reading this chapter, I managed to understand the song. Rather than describing what a Squonk is, I'll give you an excerpt from Cox's book, so you can perhaps better understand the lyrics of Genesis's Squonk song.
Squonk (Lacrimacorpus dissolvens.)
[...] The squonk is very shy in nature and generally travels near dusk or dawn. Because of its maladjusted skin, which is covered with warts and moles, it is always sad; in fact, it is said, by those better qualified to judge, to be the most morbid of beasts. Hunters who are good at tracking are able to follow a squonk by its tear-stained trail, for the animal weeps constantly. When cornered and escape seems impossible, or when surprised and frightened, it may even dissolve itself in tears. Squonk hunters are most successful on very cold, moonlit nights, when tears fall slowly and the animal does not like to come out; it can be heard crying beneath the branches of the dark hemlock trees. Mr. J. P. Wentling, formerly of Pennsylvania, who moved to Minnesota, had a failed experience with a squonk near Monte Alto. He planned a clever capture by tricking a squonk into jumping into a satchel he was carrying home, when suddenly the load lightened and the tears stopped. Wentling opened the satchel and looked inside. There was nothing there except a pool of tears.
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In the Xizang Autonomous Region of China, there are so-called "tulins" or earth forests.. These are geological formations that resemble forests due to their shapes created by erosion. The best known is the Zanda Forest in Ngari Prefecture, where the largest Tertiary layer of earth forests or geologic forests in the world is found. These are important geological information for understanding the evolution of our planet. They are partly similar to the Yadan, but have a structure and formation more similar to the Badlands due to their sedimentary stratification and deep gullies and ravines. In any case, all these types of geological landscapes have in common: aridity and the absence of life. There are no plants or animals, or they are practically nonexistent except for the occasional "clueless" scorpion. They are inhospitable lands, barren lands with little life. Perhaps that's why there was no way to find a Squonk in Zanda. He must have felt too sad and scared, faced with so much loneliness, aridity, and the absence of life, walking alone at twilight in a strange and gloomy place. Possibly the sadness generated by such an inhospitable place made him start to cry, and as the legend of the Squonk says... he disappeared due to that ability that Squonks have to dissolve into their own tears when they are cornered, scared, or sad. We'll have to go somewhere else to find a Squonk, perhaps in... Los Endos. Los Endos sounds like a word reminiscent of a Mexican border town. A small Mexican town that is a refuge for an evil band of outlaws who have the entire population terrified and scared. There is no life or people in the streets; everyone is kept indoors, fearful. A place with a name typical of a spaghetti western film plot shot in Almería in the Tabernas Desert and with a soundtrack by Ennio Morricone. Soon John Wayne will appear, who always fixes everything. The word and the song Los Endos by Génesis mean nothing; it has no translation. They simply tried to use the term "End" to title the last song on the album, "A Trick of the Tail." It could be something like Spanishifying the term "End." Surely Los Endos are somewhere where the world ends, where no one has gone, where our lost Squonk cries... at the end of the world. We'll have to go find our Squonk at... Los Endos.
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PS: If you ever get lost in life, don't hesitate to visit archive.org/. There... you're sure to find yourself... and you'll surely be in your corresponding section... well classified and labeled...
Location: Historic Gastown
Building: Leckie Building
The lights and colours are constantly changing on this building in shades of red, purple and blue.
The Leckie Building is a massive cubic seven-storey Edwardian era warehouse/factory building located at the southeast corner of Cambie and Water Street in the historic district of Gastown. Built in 1908 and a large addition to the east was constructed in 1913. Exterior: brick and granite. Internal structure: built of massive timber elements.
Gastown is the historic core of Vancouver, and is the city's earliest, most historic area of commercial buildings and warehouses.
The Leckie Building is representative of the importance of Gastown as the trans-shipment point between the terminus of the railway and Pacific shipping routes, and the consequent expansion of Vancouver into western Canada's predominant commercial centre in the early 20th centuryGastown is the original settlement that became the core of the creation of Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada. Currently, it is a national historic site and a neighbourhood in the northwest end of Downtown Eastside, adjacent to Downtown Vancouver.
Its historical boundaries were the waterfront (now Water Street and the CPR tracks), Columbia Street, Hastings Street, and Cambie Street, which were the borders of the 1870 townsite survey, the proper name and postal address of which was Granville, B.I. ("Burrard Inlet"). The official boundary[citation needed] does not include most of Hastings Street except for the Woodward's and Dominion Buildings, and stretches east past Columbia St., to the laneway running parallel to the west side of Main Street.
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~Christie
"cat naps" apply on a constant basis.......
Amboseli National Park, Kenya
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Today's C is for...
k.d. lang's song about the struggles of life and the resiliency of the human spirit.
And with her song garnering 43,084,493 Spotify likes, it seems many of us agree with her.
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Shame camera didn't have sound. Constant roaring from the rutting stags further up the mountains echoed eerily along the glen
The constantly and rapidly changing weather is a feature of life at an altitude of over 2000m on the edge of the Himalaya. After a sunny afternoon yet another thunder storm passed overhead on this night. These storms are a regular occurrence in this part of the Dhauladhar Range.
This was shot from the balcony of my guesthouse room in the small town of Bhagsu Nag, just behind Mcleodganj.
This is a picture from 2017. Both ships still exist, but the names have changed.
In the meantime, the tugboat has been renamed VB RECHTENFLETH and the bulk carrier is now called BOLTEN KEFALONIA.
The plateau of Vitosha Mountain, where the trees mainly have branches only on one side due to the constant winds.
"The river is constantly turning and bending and you never know where it's going to go and where you'll wind up. Following the bend in the river and staying on your own path means that you are on the right track. Don't let anyone deter you from that."
Eartha Kitt
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USAFE Boeing WC-135 Constant Phoenix climbs out from RAF Mildenhall, Suffolk, England.
The WC-135 Constant Phoenix is a special-purpose aircraft derived from the Boeing C-135 Stratolifter and used by the United States Air Force. Its mission is to collect samples from the atmosphere for the purpose of detecting and identifying nuclear explosions.
On January 30, 1996, after a major snowstorm, the one-time Chicago & North Western/Fox River Valley Railroad line south of Campbellsport, Wisconsin was plugged with drifts. A past C&NW manager now with the Wisconsin Central decided they would plow the line with a plow extra like they used to—get a couple of locomotives and run like a bat out of hell through the snow. Here, the plow extra is flying blind through the white stuff, horn blaring almost constantly because of the limited (none) visibility and the grade crossings on the line. I guess it proves a locomotive equipped with a pilot plow run at speed can be just as effective at removing snow from the track as a wedge plow! At least it was on this day… For the record, the locomotives being used as battering rams against winter plowing through Rockfield were Wisconsin Central EMD GP35 No. 4007 and a former C&NW GP7.
Darss, Germany, 2019
From my point of view very characteristic scene of the baltic coastline in northern Germany. In that area, the sea is literally eating its way into the land. Some of that sand is then deposited at the northern tip of the Darss Pensinsula. Beautiful place in a constant change.
“Our life is a constant journey, from birth to death. The landscape changes, the people change, our needs change, but the train keeps moving. Life is the train, not the station.”
― Paulo Coelho
❖ Canción: www.youtube.com/watch?v=kpz8lpoLvrA&t=192s&ab_cha...
Nota: "Brujo de la escuela de oso, me ha contado una rubia que llevas una vida muy solitaria, te vengo a hacer compañía y cuando quieras, me puedes dar un abrazo". Ese fue el mensaje que Bri le dejó junto a un osito de peluche que le había comprado y dejado a Eldridge en su caseta, sobre las pieles donde descansaba. Y es que resultaba que la maldita empezaba a conocer mejor al cazador de monstruos y parecía disfrutar de su compañía. Regresando del pozo de pelea, y habiendo recibido una buena tunda de un nuevo contrincante llamado "El Bruto", la luchadora acudía a casa del mutado de nuevo caída la noche. La rubia pensaba que estaba haciendo bien en mantener a Yorindel lejos de los problemas en los que se estaba metiendo últimamente con esos bandidos. Además, no quería que fuera seguida hasta la posada y descubrieran donde se alojaba. Ya aseada y cambiada se dirigía hacia la caseta iluminada por una hoguera. Estaba sumamente dolorida y caía sobre la arena de la costa al tropezar. Eldridge se asomaba y no le echaba ninguna mano, quería ver de que pasta estaba hecha Bri y esta al final se internaba en la casa del brujo para sanarse y de paso cenar.
[Basado en RP]
[14:28] Bri se giraba para mirar a Osito y volvía a sonreír encantada de haber acertado con el detalle —¿Nunca te hacen regalos?— preguntaba mientras gruñía por el escozor antes de responder respecto a la pelea que había perdido —Claro que no ha sido en vano, es más estuve durante una semana entera visitando el pozo de incógnito para ver quienes peleaban y cómo se movían, justo antes de lanzarme a pelear con El Cuervo, pero este contrincante lo han sacado nuevo, antes no estaba— aseguraba con convicción antes de verlo incorporarse y sorprenderse cuando le quitaba la gasa y le subía la camiseta—¡Q-qué haces!— se quejaba asustada antes de sentir el escozor en las zonas donde no había llegado por si misma —Ay ay aaaaay— pero ahí la mandaba estarse quieta y comer. La luchadora enmudecía sin poder creer que Eldridge le estuviera echando una mano, aunque era más aterrador pensar que era la primera vez que tenía a un brujo tras ella, subiéndole la camiseta y exponiendo su espalda a su merced. Espadazo de plata y era su fin.—¿Hoy toca liebre?— preguntaba intentando disimular la tensión mientras tomaba el palo con la liebre y daba un fuerte bocado a la carne torrada. En realidad tenía hambre, pero estaba muy tensa y Eldridge podría notarlo en cómo se había quedado ciertamente rígida.
[14:37] Eldridge de Aedirn negaba en relación a la pregunta sobre si le hacían regalos antes de colocarse tras Bri para ayudarla, pasando la gasa con alcohol por las heridas de la espalda. Eldridge retomó la conversación que estaban teniendo – “Bien hecho” – premiaba a la exsoldado por la estrategia de estudiar a sus rivales – “No te quejes tanto, si eres valiente para ponerte en el pozo has de ser valiente para lamerte las heridas” – afirmaba – “Sí, hoy toca liebre. La cacé esta misma tarde” – el mutante pudo notar la rigidez en el cuerpo de la rubia, parecía tensa como una piedra, los músculos en tensión, hombros cargados, parecía estar apretando todos sus músculos – “¿Quieres relajarte?” – después de limpiar bien las heridas colocó poco a poco la camiseta en su posición natural, tapando su espalda y palmeaba con suavidad los hombros de la mujer – “Intenta relajarte, estas más tensa y dura que mi polla cuando estoy cachondo. Solo te he pasado la gasa por la espalda” –.
❖ Canción: www.youtube.com/watch?v=mML2fPec7xU&list=PLd0ilE1moz_...
[14:48] Bri fruncía el ceño cuando el brujo le daba lecciones, claro que sabía cuando retirarse de un combate, bueno no, realmente era demasiado competitiva. Eso era culpa del granjero, su entrenador en el pasado le desafiaba constantemente y de ahí que sacara esa vena competitiva y siempre estuviera un paso por delante —¿C-como quieres que me relaje?— exclamaba con la boca llena de carne antes de suspirar con alivio y destensarse al notar la tela bajar de nuevo, pero de pronto el mutado soltaba todo eso de estar más dura que ¿Su polla estando cachondo? ¿De verdad había escuchado bien? Los alimonados ojos de Bri se abrieron como platos y lo miraron negando —¿Cómo puedes ser tan cerdo?— se quejaba antes de darle con el palo ya sin liebre, sosteniéndola de una pata con la mano.