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La famiglia Corones fece costruire questa bella dimora di villeggiatura nel 1730, probabilmente su disegno dell’architetto Francesco Croce. Nel 1839 la proprietà venne venduta al conte Girolamo Radice in seguito all’acquisto di palazzo Brentano da parte degli stessi Corones. Nel 1860 una erede dei Radice, Teodolinda, la portò in dote in occasione delle sue nozze con Emilio Gabuzzi. Nel 1929 venne venduta da un erede Gabuzzi alla nobildonna Elena Pisani Dossi Beccaria d’Arena (figlia dell’insigne esponente della scapigliatura milanese, lo scrittore Carlo Dossi) e a suo marito, il Capitano di cavalleria Giuseppe Massari, i cui discendenti sono gli attuali proprietari. Le sale della villa che si affacciano sul parco alberato di 3000 mq vengono messe a disposizione sin dai primi anni ’80, per eventi privati. Dal 2015 è attivo nell’ala est della proprietà, il ristorante Villa Massari.
The former school for Corbett. After the school district combined with nearby Downsville, it became a community center.
Glamaig is one of two Corbetts in the Isle of Skye, a peak in Scotland between 2500-3000 ft. with a prominence of 500ft. There are currently 222 of them and this one is not a Graham or a Donald :)
Taken from the A87 looking over Loch Ainort
P1270939 - Red-veined Darter - Male
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Red-veined Darter (Sympetrum fonscolombii) - Uttarakhand, Wesetern Himalayas ~900m Altitude.
Happy birding 🐛
Multnomah Falls, the tallest waterfall in Oregon, drops 620 feet (the upper fall plunges 542 feet and the lower fall 69 feet with a 9 foot elevation drop between the two falls) and one of the most visited natural recreation sites in the Pacific Northwest with well over a million visitors a year. It’s only a half hour drive east of Portland accessible from the Historic Columbia River Highway or Interstate 84.
The Rois-Bheinn round, Inverailort, is described in the Walkhighlands website as :-
'A true West Highland classic, this round of three great Corbetts offers some of the most outstanding views along the western seaboard. A rugged and challenging day that will live long in the memory.' They were not kidding!
For those who are not complete anoraks, the Corbetts are the mountains in Scotland between 2500 and 3000 feet high, and there needs to be at least 500 feet of descent on all sides to be classed as a seperate mountain.
This is the view from Druim Fiaclach to the three Corbetts of Sgurr na Ba Glaise on the left, Rois-bheinn in the centre, and An Stac on the right. These mountans are right on the shore of Loch Ailort which is a sea loch, and the climb starts from the shore. This means that these mountains look out over the sea to the islands of the inner Hebrides such as Eigg and Rum - in shot to the right of the picture - and further round to Skye.
Monty and I saw one other person the whole day, a bit different to 'honeypot' areas.
These old stores are in Corbett, NY. It was a company town for the Corbett Acid Factory. Acid was an ingredient in smokeless gun powder and there was much production during world war one. Corbett is now a wide spot in the road and a bedroom community.
NS 115-28 throttles up at Corbett outside Holliday, MO with a fresh AC44C6M on point. Of note is the trio of Wabash searchlights that guard the end of the siding.
The unmistakable outline of Ben Arthur otherwise known as The Cobbler.
Possibly the most climbed "Corbett" (a Scottish mountain between 2500 and 3000ft) The Cobbler forms part of the Arrochar Alps in Scotland's southern highlands. This relatively easy climb has a little sting in the tail as it requires a little bit of bravery and additional caution to fully reach the true summit. The last few meters requires the climber to squeeze through a small fissure in the rock and scramble round the last pinnacle to gain access to the top. This last action is known as "Threading the needle" to most Scottish climbers and while relatively simple it does take a head for heights, good balance and an additional layer of caution.
Jim Corbett Waterfall, Ramnagar, Uttarakhand.
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This place is Kaladhungi forest at the foothills of the Himalayas at Uttarakhand (India). The famous hunter turned animal lover Jim Corbett used to live in a cottage at Kaladhungi village, which is quite nearby.
this was the official kick-off show for the dotmatrix project, and both the radials and sorry about dresden kicked ass! the photos and videos don't lie.
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The morning elephant ride in Corbett Park (Uttaranchal, North India) is a strange and wonderful experience, especially when another lumbering pachyderm bearing human cargo emerges from the dawn mist. The objective of the ride is to spot wildlife, perhaps even an early-rising tiger, but the hypnotic motion and magical landscape makes the ride much more than a means to an end.
In honour of the master of misty mornings, Algo. Long may his magic lens inspire us!
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“Jungle stories by Jim Corbett merit as much popularity and as wide a circulation as Rudyard Kipling’s Jungle Books. Kipling’s Jungle Books were fiction, based on great knowledge of jungle life; Corbett’s stories are fact, and fact is often stranger than fiction.”
~M.G. Hallett (Introduction; Man-Eaters of Kumaon)
To the world, Jim Corbett is a little-known naturalist who rose to some fame in early 1900s hunting several maneaters in India’s Kumaon region. To Kumaonis, people from the densely forested Himalayan foothills of Kumaon, Jim Corbett was a savior. He was called upon on numerous occasions to alleviate terrors of man-eating tigers and leopards that roamed large regions and killed tens to hundreds of hapless men, women, and children who needed to venture into the jungle for their livelihood. To locals, Jim Corbett was not a hunter or a killer, he was their protector. Born in India of European ancestry, Jim Corbett loved the country and her people (“In my India, the India I know, there are four hundred million people, ninety percent of whom are simple, honest, brave, loyal, hard-working souls whose daily prayer to God…, is to give them security of life and of property...”; My India). Returning the love and doffing her hat to his status and posthumous influence in the region, India named her first national park after him (The Jim Corbett National Park).
Jim Corbett was also a writer extraordinaire, a fact often ignored in favor of his fame as the celebrated hunter. He hunted alone (“I have made it a hard and fast rule to go alone when hunting man-eaters, for if one’s companion is unarmed it is difficult to protect him, and if he is armed, it is even more difficult to protect oneself”), and he wrote alone producing prose that effortlessly took readers on nerve wrecking expeditions of hunting man-eaters. He shot with a long rifle and wrote in long sentences. Both his rifle and his sentences often met their targets. Take the following as an example:
"Dansay was an Irishman steeped to the crown of his head in every form of superstition, in which he had utter and complete belief, and it was therefore natural for him to tell his ghost stories in a very convincing manner. According to Dansay, a banshee was an evil female spirit that resided in dense forests and was so malignant that the mere hearing of it brought calamity to the hearer and his family, and the seeing of it death to the unfortunate beholder. Dansay described the call of a banshee as a long drawn-out scream, which was heard most frequently on dark and stormy nights. These banshee stories had a fearful fascination for me, for they had their setting in the jungles in which I loved to roam..." (Jungle Lore)
If you are not already spooked, you’re by now, at least, very curious about Dansay’s Banshee. I will let Jim tell you all about it:
"As on the evening of the storm a wind was blowing, and after I had been standing with my back to a tree for some minutes, I again heard the scream. Restraining with difficulty my impulse to run away, I stood trembling behind the tree and after the scream had been repeated a few times, I decided to creep up and have a look at the banshee. … —with my heart beating in my throat— I crept forward as slowly and as noiselessly as a Shadow, until I saw Dansay’s banshee.
In some violent storm of long ago a giant of the forest had been partly uprooted and had been prevented from crashing to the ground by falling across another and slightly smaller giant. The weight of the bigger tree had given the smaller tree a permanent bend, and when a gust of wind lifted the bigger one and then released it, it swayed back on to the supporting tree. At the point of impact the wood of both trees had died and worn as smooth as glass, and it was the friction between these two smooth surfaces that was emitting the terrifying scream. Not until I had laid the gun on the ground and climbed the leaning tree and sat on it while the scream was being repeated below me, was I satisfied that I had found the terror that was always at the back of my mind when I was alone in the jungles. From that day I date the desire I acquired of following up and getting to the bottom of every unusual thing I saw or heard in the jungles and for this I am grateful to Dansay for, by frightening me with his banshee, he started me on the compiling of many exciting and interesting jungle detective stories.” (Jungle Lore)
Locating and ‘getting to the bottom of the unusual sight’ above during our recent trip to the verdant national park, Rishabh said, ‘it looks like a scene from a videogame’. It was indeed a scene. It was Jim Corbett’s scene, which reminded me all about his Banshee and how not to be afraid of the unknown but be eagerly curious about it.