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"The best of all would be the strongest student, yes? Wisest? Most learned in the ways of the Force? Best of all, Dooku would be! Our greatest student! Our greatest failure."
―Yoda
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This so helpful. Now how many of those things I ordered will actually get here on time? However we do subscribe to the notion that the season of light goes on longer than it shows on the calendar -
Imagine my delight at spotting an Orange-tip in powered down mode resting on a Dandelion clock. Wow!
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How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday's
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with a passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints, --- I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life! --- and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
I think this is one of the greatest poems of all time. My favorite part is this: “I love thee to the level of everyday’s most quiet need by sun and candle light”. While it has multiple meanings, for me it makes me feel humble to love and be loved as I am blessed to be. It is not so much about the grand gestures, though we have those moments too. Thinking of this poem again after some time, and still knowing it "by heart", I realize the romantic soul that I am.
I love this shot! After much ado (including poetry), that is the point! I say this with all due modesty, but this shot sincerely scratches a place in my heart and mind, and I would dearly love to hear if it touches you in some way and why.
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A portrait of Rob Townsend from the 'Genesis Revisited' gig by Steve Hackett at Le Trianon, Paris.
My thanks are due to Steve and Jo Hackett for arranging my photo pass.
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A set of old cottages in Wales. Full of interesting items.
A solo mooch which turned out better than my original plans.
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For the BFA Halloween party ...our little Hollister Harmonica is trying out her glowing red special effect contact lenses ...
She decided to leave the fangs and any dripping blood effects to the more adventurous ...
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Last light on Peleaga peak - tallest in the Retezat National Park, Southern Carpathians.
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14th April 2018. The East Lancashire Railway had organised a special gala to celebrate sixty years of the Class 40 diesel locomotive. There are only seven left in preservation and the ELR had got six of them [including D200 which is usually in the National Railway Museum in York] for this special weekend.
In the photograph BR Class 40 1Co-Co1 No.40135 [D335] approaches Bury Bolton Street with a stopping train from Rawtenstall.
With the end of the C Class rein on 4190 Crawfords train from Sandgate to Botany, I took the chance while in Sydney to catch it while it was here! On this day, the GL had (kind of unfortunately) been added to the front of the consist, making it GL111/C509/C507/C506, seen passing through Normanhurst.
A Bracteantha Dreamtime Jumbo Yellow aka strawflower Helichrysum looks like it has teeth like Count Dracula.
A champagne tasting at a visit to the prominent champagne house Moët & Chandon in the town of Épernay, Grand Est (Champagne), France
Some background information:
Moët & Chandon, also known simply as Moët, is a prominent French champagne house and as such one of the world's largest champagne producers. It is also the co-owner of the luxury goods company LVMH Moët Hennessy Louis Vuitton SE. Moët et Chandon was established in 1743 by Claude Moët, and today owns 1,190 hectares (2,900 acres) of vineyards. It produces approximately 28 million bottles of champagne per year.
Moët has two different brands of champagne: "Moët & Chandon" and "Dom Perignon". The headquarters, production facilities and cellars of the company are all situated in the town of Épernay in the west of the French department of Marne. In 1959, Chandon founded an outpost winery in Argentina. In 1973, two more outpost wineries were established in Brasil and in the Napa Valley. The latter was the first French-owned sparkling wine venture in the United States. In 1986, another outpost was started in Australia, and in 2013 and 2014, outpost wineries were also established in China and India.
In 1743, Épernay wine trader Claude Moët founded the winery as Moët et Cie (in English: "Moët & Co."). He began shipping his wine from the Champagne region to Paris, where the reign of King Louis XV coincided with an increased demand for sparkling wine. Soon after its foundation, and after son Claude-Louis had joined Moët et Cie, the winery's clientele already included many nobles and aristocrats. After Claude-Louis Moët’s son Jean-Remy had taken the company’s lead in 1792, the winery was visited regularly by Napoleon Bonaparte, whom he had met in Paris several years before, when Napoleon was still a lieutenant-colonel. Napoleon became Jean-Remy’s close friend, whom he provided with lots of champagne. Recorded are Napoleon’s words: "Champagne! After a victory you deserve it. And after a defeat you need it."
In 1833, the company was renamed Moët & Chandon after Pierre-Gabriel Chandon de Briailles, Remy Moët's son-in-law, had joined the company as a partner of Jean-Remy Moët. Following the introduction of the concept of a vintage champagne in 1840, Moët marketed its first vintage in 1842. The company’s best-selling champagne, Brut Imperial, was introduced in the 1860s. In 1927, Moët & Chandon acquired the brand Dom Perignon from Champagne Mercier.
The brand is named after Dom Pierre Pérignon, a Benedictine monk who was an important quality pioneer for Champagne wine but who, contrary to popular myths, did not discover the champagne method for making sparkling wines. Dom Pérignon was the first prestige cuvée, an idea proposed by Englishman Laurence Venn. The first vintage of Dom Pérignon was 1921 and was only released for sale in 1936. Vintage means that it is only made in the best years, and all grapes used to make the vintage are harvested in the same year. Many champagnes, by contrast, are non-vintage, meaning that they are made from grapes harvested in various years.
In 1971, Moët & Chandon merged with Hennessy Cognac. In 1987, there was another merger, but this time with the luxury fashion house Louis Vuitton. Following the merger, the new umbrella company LVMH (Louis-Vuitton-Moët-Hennessy) was founded, which is still the largest luxury group in the world. In 2006, Moët et Chandon Brut Impérial issued an extremely limited bottling of its champagne named "Be Fabulous", a special release of its original bottle with decorative Swarovski crystals, marking the elegance of Moët et Chandon. Finally, it is also worth mentioning that Moët & Chandon was holding the royal warrant as supplier of champagne to Queen Elizabeth II.
The town of Épernay is located in the French Grand Est region, about 130 km (81 miles) north-east of Paris on the mainline railway to Strasbourg. It has more than 22,300 residents. The town sits on the left bank of the Marne at the extremity of the Cubry valley which crosses it. Épernay belonged to the archbishops of Reims from the 5th until the 10th century, when it came into the possession of the counts of Champagne. It was badly damaged during the Hundred Years' War, and was burned by King Francis I in 1544. In 1592, it resisted Henry of Navarre and his troops. In 1642 it was, along with Château-Thierry, named as a duchy and assigned to the Duke of Bouillon.
Épernay is best known as the principal "entrepôt" for champagne wines, which are bottled and kept in large cellars built into the chalk rock on which the town is built. The major grape varieties used in champagne are the pinot noir, pinot meunier and chardonnay. But the production of the equipment and raw materials used in the champagne industry is also a major source of local employment.
Many larger and smaller champagne houses have their headquarters in Épernay. That’s why the town is often named "the capital of champagne". A lot of them reside in noble mansions or villas alongside Epernay’s Avenue de Champagne, which is hence often called "the most valueable street of the world". The cellars of these champagne houses are right beneath the street and the champagne houses by its side. Merely the cellar tunnels of Moët & Chandon have a total length of 110 km (68 miles). Hence, one can imagine that the chalky soil, on which Épernay is built, is hollowed like Emmentaler cheese. Apart from Moët & Chandon with its second brand Dom Perignon, champagne houses in Épernay include Mercier, De Castellane, Boizel, Charles Mignon, Château Comtesse Lafond, A. Bergère, Pol Roger, Collard-Picard, Janisson-Baradon, Esterlin and Perrier-Jouet, to name just a few.
In 2015, the whole Champagne area was declared a UNESCO World Heritage Site. It was named "Champagne Hillsides, Houses and Cellars" and was admitted into the World Heritage List for being the site, where the method of producing sparkling wines was developed.
Hewlett Packard HP01 calculator watch - RED LED, the ultimate in nerd technology from the 1970's.
This was the first ever calculator watch ever made - very high quality and extremely accurate time keeping.
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February 19, the day of farewell. After 9 years at the forefront.
To all those who work behind the scenes, sacrificing himself. To men without spot or glory, like me!
*** Dedicated to those who are always on the forefront of the battle ***
19 Febbraio 2014, giorno del congedo, dopo 9 anni sempre in prima linea.
A tutti coloro che lavorano dietro le quinte, senza risparmiarsi. Agli uomini senza macchia e senza gloria come me!
*** Per coloro che sono sempre in prima linea linea, sempre al fronte ***
It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat. - Theodore Roosevelt
Non è il critico che conta, né l’individuo che indica come l’uomo forte inciampi, o come avrebbe potuto compiere meglio un’azione.
L’onore spetta all’uomo che realmente sta nell’arena, il cui viso è segnato dalla polvere, dal sudore, dal sangue; che lotta con coraggio; che sbaglia ripetutamente, perchè non c’è tentativo senza errori e manchevolezze; che lotta effettivamente per raggiungere l’obiettivo; che conosce il grande entusiasmo, la grande dedizione, che si spende per una giusta causa; che nella migliore delle ipotesi conosce alla fine il trionfo delle grandi conquiste e che, nella peggiore delle ipotesi, se fallisce, almeno cade sapendo di aver osato abbastanza. Dunque il suo posto non sarà mai accanto a quelle anime timide che non conoscono né la vittoria, né la sconfitta. - Theodore Roosevelt
Four of us did the Calgary Christmas Bird Count up in the north east part of the city all day yesterday. We were very lucky to see these Red Crossbills high up in a Spruce tree, busy collecting seeds from the pine cones with their specially designed bills. Apparently, this was the first time that Red Crossbills had been seen on Count Day in this area. As you might guess, the bright red bird is a male, but I'm not good at telling the difference between females and young ones, that are yellowish green. Most of the time, these birds are half hidden amongst the cones - actually, from that distance, I wasn't sure if I was photographings cones or birds, ha. Guess I lucked out with this shot.
Tony (a superb birder with an amazing eye for seeing birds), was the leader for three of us. This was the 7th year he has covered this particular area. Thanks, Tony, for a most enjoyable and very interesting and rewarding day! The following information is the final list that he compiled:
The final tally was 26 species + 1 Accipter species (Sharp-shinned or Cooper's) in flight. We added four new birds to the area (Common Goldeneye, Red Crossbill, Rough-legged Hawk, Sharp-shinned Hawk).
Average numbers for Merlin 1, Downy W. 2, Flicker 5, Blue Jay 7, House Sparrow 750, Canada Goose 300, Red-breasted Nuthatch 12.
-Total Species 26 (Previous High 20)
-Rock Pigeon 97 (Previous High 75)
-Magpie 88 (Previous High 82)
-Raven 22 (Previous High 18)
-Crow 7 (Previous High 5)
-Brown Creeper 2 (Previous High 1)
-Bohemian Waxwing 238 (Previous High 80)
-Dark-eyed Junco 9 (Previous High 7)
-House Sparrow 750
-Common Redpoll 112 (Irruptive species, not seen every year)
-White-winged Cossbill 173 (Irruptive species)
-Red Crossbill 11 (Irruptive species)
-Pine Siskin 1 (Irruptive species)
-House Finches 197, numbers have been increasing in Calgary, since first recorded about 10 years ago.
-Robin 1, these birds are rare in winter in E5.
-Chickadee 11, low number, average 18.
And now, after two long days of walking (with the Banff/Canmore Bird Count done the day before the Calgary Count), I need to painfully hobble my way to various places to get some urgent errands done, most not even related to Christmas! I am so behind with everything - maybe next year I will be more organized. Funny, I seem to say the same thing year after year, though.
"Count Louis" leads the End of Gala Cavalcade to Shelley at the Kirklees Light Railway on the 9th September 2018. This is the traditional ending to KLR Galas, although it's the first time I've experienced it. Pity that it left about an hour late, when the sun had just faded. Still, it was a spectacular sight and well worth waiting for.
And so it was, that on the oppressively warm spring morning, while watching my father hack out a path through the snarl of weeds and bramble towards the back of the cupola topped house, I was filled with a sense of anticipation and icy bread; a chill that would otherwise be welcomed in such a hot and humid circumstance, but instead threatened to freeze both blood and bones with tentacles of fear.
Thus, when the sky began to darken about noonday and I saw my father had no intention of ceasing his progress---indeed was showing all the signs of being obsessed with continuing unabated even as the first distant peals of thunder rolled down the valley and along the spine of the ridge---I began to sense there were forces at work I did not understand nor till this day have comprehended, yet I did not run, nor cry out when after one last hack of my father’s machete’, the true nature of the curiously shaped mound of earth was revealed: it was an underground entrance to some subterranean chamber of sorts; what was roughly equivalent to a so-called “fruit cellar” from colonial times. But what was normally a formed structure---built of brick or stone, then covered with earth---in this case appeared hewn from solid Pre-Cambrian rock (albeit a rather unstable and crumbling strata). Covering the entrance was a singularly ancient and rotted shadow of a wooden door. I followed as he approached, the pit grown to chasm-like proportions in my stomach, and as he reached out to touch the ominously gigantic and weathered padlock that looked as if it predated the Revolution by several centuries, a heaven-rending flash of lightning split & tore the coal-black dome of sky in two. Instantly the entire door, frame and all, was sundered and turned to dust at our feet. I’ll never forget---no, never will I forget!---the sight illumined before me by the flash from that bolt. I cautiously questioned my father many years later, but either by a conscious act of will or demon alcohol he would not say, claiming to recall nothing, but I know! His eyes were focused precisely where mine: on the lock. And as it remained suspended in mid-air, almost, it seemed, too old to remember what gravity was, there appeared beyond a sight too horrible to consciously recall. Only in the black stagnant depths of dank, evil dreams can I glimpse gratefully small pieces of that hideous sight and every night I pray to God that I never put all those portions together into one unspeakable whole.
God, that I would have been able to close my eyes and block out the horror that haunts my soul! Or only to have blinked, reflexively, during the instant of time occupied by that insidiously precipitous blaze of lightning . . . ah, but as I have alluded to earlier . . . powers were at work that day---ancient, cruel, and inhuman powers, I believe now. Forces so unutterably old and evil as pre-date man, possibly even time and space as we know them, or bourne out of the very elements which comprise the ground upon which we walk!
Once the lock fell, the spell was broken. Before the roar of thunder split the air, there issued from the mouth of the cave such an odour as is un-interpretable into any series of words that would do it justice. It was an odour of unspeakable age, mold, and decay---yes; the pent up smell of vaults and tombs and desiccating flesh—this also, (though from the condition of the entrance it was unclear how any organic matter could still be decomposing down there after all that time;) But there was another, less identifiable scent which was more horrifying and stomach tightening than a thousand freshly opened graves, their split contents reeking in one heavily putrid pool at ones feet. To this day, any scent which remotely comes close to reminding me of that odour sends me into abject panic; at what I shan’t say—the vision is too much for mere flesh to bear, nor paper to hold. Suffice it to say that some things beyond our ken are better oft’ left unuttered. Even unknown.
excerpt from: "Darkly Springs the Soul" © road less trvled
This was a day last year in the Lakes walking with muddybootsuk for a view from the summit of Fleetwith Pike, over to Haystacks and then down to Buttermere for a stop in at The Fish. While descending Fleetwith Pike MB spotted Warnscale Head bothy so we made a 'slight' detour to drop down to check out the bothy.
Now it's only four weeks until we are back in the Lake District for our 2018 holiday! Looking forward to getting back, walking the hills, a pint or two, probably taking a few photos and hopefully meeting up with some old friends and maybe a few new ones.
The game is Petanque. It is a bowling (or pitching) game from southern France. The photo shows the goals, to pitch the big balls close to the cochonnet (piglet). Here they are counting scores and picking up the balls for the next round.