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I recently spent 2 weeks on the Isle of Wight (again). A rather frustrating week as the weather wasn't great, always a bit of cloud cover at sunrise and sunset. However on the day I took this it was raining heavily but I'd seen from my window a gap on the horizon so dashed the 5mins up the road to this spot. Getting very wet and battered by the wind I waited and the rain stopped and sun came out and managed to capture this. I guess one shot is better than nothing!
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...until he arrived at his condo, where his wife was waiting impatiently to catch her breakfast. She dashed out and Woody resumed his parenting duties.
Tower of Claudius stands on the western slopes of the Mount Lebanon. On a local summit in Qal'at Faqra, at least 4 altars can be identified and the 'Tower of Claudius' featured in my photograph is the largest among them. It measures a square 16x16 meters and it's almost ten meters high. The name is derived from two inscriptions, found above the door: "To the emperor Tiberius Claudius Caesar Augustus and the ancestral God Beelgalasos, under Gaius Cassius."
The second one is next to the door and offers a date in the Seleucid Era: "In 355, Tholos, son of Rabbomus, the president, at the great God's expenses he built this". This converts to 43-44 CE (Common Era). The monument is essentially a large platform, a high place of worship, where large animals could be sacrificed to appease the Gods. Today, the once mighty 'Tower of Claudius' is noting but a decrepit uncared rubble of stones, a completely neglected one at that, covered in graffiti and garbage. The markings of a selfie generation.
It was in near total darkness, 1,550 meters high, at the very top of a mountain on a freezing cold night of December. I walking among the large, man-made boulders, looking for a steady ground to place my camera tripod so I could frame the remnants of this structure. But I simply couldn't help thinking about the endless numbers of generations which echoed like ghosts at this very place. All those civilizations and millions of people who lived out their lives and built amazing things that were supposed to last forever, or so they thought. But all I could see was a rubble of dashed hopes and dreams, erased by hammers and swords of the countless rulers, in the name of hundreds of gods.
As I watch the news today, I can't help but wonder just how different we are from those people really, whose names we don't even know and how much have we actually evolved since then, spiritually, as humans, at the most basic level. What lessons have we learned? None, if any. And most importantly, just what legacy do we intend to leave once we turn into the dust? What will our descendants think of us, looking at the relics of our time, thousands of years from now, if we can even hope to be remembered this far?
Yes. A lot of things were going through my mind when I looked through the viewfinder of my camera.
The avocets are rather outnumbered on the lake by black-headed gulls, who on occasion seem to delight in taking pot-shots at them - I'm guessing it's a territory thing. In this photo a gull had just swooped directly at this pair, who then dashed across the water to a "safer" location.
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A few time ago I made a strange dream...there was a curious half-monkey half-bird animal which I tried to faithfully portray here. He wanted me to follow him but I was scared and I didn't want to trust him, so I dashed off but then I got into trouble and the "birdish-monkey" reappeared saying: "It was me you had had to trust"...Only now I figured out what that dream meant...
Lancing Beach
A very early start, all my gear stowed and ready, then hopes dashed by the non-appearance of the sun for my hoped for stonking sunrise shot. Then molested by a boisterous chocolate labrador. "Sorry" the owner cheerfully said as he passed me and noticed my sandy, wet paw stained trousers.
Through the kitchen window I noticed a movement about 70 feet away. Thinking it could be a bobcat, I dashed for a camera, but didn't have time to check the settings. The cat was moving rather quickly. It came up toward the house and then ambled down the driveway. I wish the camera had been set up to handle the motion better. This is the best of the shots. On January 1, I saw a bobcat, but not in time to get a picture. Seeing one of these beautiful animals is always a rare treat. Getting a good photo doubles the excitement.
After heading to bed around 2am after a shoot at Ferriters cove the night before I awoke at dawn to hear the rain thumping off the roof. I tried to get back to sleep but thoughts of getting a few more shots kept me awake. I looked out the window and the skies had cleared so I dashed out hoping the forecasters had got it wrong. It turned out to be a beautiful morning and day with just a few showers, great light and clouds. Near Brandon Creek Corcha Dhuibhne Contae Chíarrí.
At the end of March 2008 I climbed Ben Nevis via the CMD arete in full winter condition. Of the many routes I’d done in winter it was probably my finest day in the mountains, only tarnished by the memory of my companion that day. Still brimming with enthusiasm a fortnight later I dashed over to the lakes to do Striding edge alone with snow still gripping the top of the mountain. I have to say this was harder due to the patchy conditions. Packed with snow it was an easy choice to don crampons all the way on CMD, on Striding edge crampons were needed in only a few places, but putting them on and off in these conditions is not the easiest to do. In my many solo adventures I believe this was the first time I felt a exposed being alone. And alone that faithful dog remained by its masters body in 1805 remembered on the monument as you exit Striding edge by W Wordsworth words. “The Dog, which still was hovering nigh, Repeating the same timid cry, This Dog had been through three months space A dweller in that savage place”.
Stream of consciousness from 7 years ago. Seemed appropriately about glass
(September 7, 2016)
The glass was all I saw, all I ever wanted, in that twisted way how you need invisible things, a god of air and inspiration, brittle and all too easily broken and dashed upon the shore, smoothed and sanded finally, like a million marbles rolling in on one single crystalline wave that hints of shredding your soul into shards so sharp it almost cuts the desire for glass in half but instead there is the smooth roundness that is the lie of glass in this different form, the ghost shape, the absence of color, as heady as absinth, as different from sand as blood is from bone.
We had an uncharacteristic amount of snow in the lowlands of western Washington recently. While beautiful, its seldom nature means our cities and trees are not prepared, so roads and power lines suffer. It's a pain, and when you work in healthcare, it can mean being stuck at work for double shifts, or even sleeping there. So, I wasn't all that excited about it.
But this fluffy pup disagreed with me. I swear, as soon as those paws hit the snow, thousands of years of inherited husky instinct took hold. She dashed all over as fast as she could manage, plowing through snow banks, and licking the snow flakes. She was totally in her element and let it shine. Her joy inspired me to slow down and appreciate the novelty of it all, which also inspired me to get my camera out. I may be glad it's melting, but I'm also happy to have the beautiful memories, thanks to my fluffball.
5043 continued her stonking performance up and down the West Coast Main Line, as she dashed past Woodacre with the 'Cumbrian Mountaineer' of 16 March 2024.
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The yellow glow hitting the west side of nearby buildings caught my eye, and Jason and I dashed out of the house just as dinner was being served, to chase down this sunset. We walked from the ocean to the bay and it was well worth the walk! Jason got a panoramic shot that I can't wait to see.
The doe had her tail up and had dashed into the woods, I was going to see if she would hop any more but stopped then I saw why when the buck walked in front.
Lomo Lubitel 2 (c1970's). It was sunny on Saturday morning so I dashed up to the Scottish Parliament to rattle of a 12 exp in about 5 minutes to try the camera out. www.flickr.com/photos/davydubbit/sets/72157622018024055/
We had only just arrived in Devon, quickly left our luggage at house and dashed back out like two young kids that had just got out of school and was allowed to go and play. Everywhere we looked, was lone trees and beautiful woodland. I'm very great to @eddallen82 for our photo adventures. Although the conversation we have with each other, may give you the impression that we're not friends, thankfully we are, just!
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Statue of the Olympian God Poseidon on El Malecon Esplanade by the Bay of Havana facing the city and the Morro Castle.
Fenced fountain,situated next to the entranceway to Havana's Harbour,with a white marble statue of Poseidon holding the Trident,his symbolic weapon,and standing on a podium decorated with sea shells in three tiers.
Poseidon,one of the supreme gods of Mount Olympus,was god of the sea and rivers,creator of sea storms,tsunamis and floods,bringer of earthquakes and destruction.He was the most disruptive of all the ancient Greek gods,not only for mortals but also to Zeus’ peaceful reign on Olympus.
He was son of Kronos and Rhea and brother of Zeus,a key figure in the battles for control of the universe between the Titans,the Giants,
and the Olympians.His name means Lord of the Earth.
☼ இڿڰۣ-ڰۣ—...இڿڰۣ-ڰۣ— 🌻🌻🌻 இڿڰۣ-ڰۣ—...இڿڰۣ-ڰۣ— 🌻🌻🌻☼
PS : Sadly,on January 28, 2019 a huge tornado,the strongest in 8 decades,hit the Cuban capital,Havana; it killed 4 people and injured 195.They still have fresh memories from Hurricane Irma -Sept 2017.
- here is a Prayer to Poseidon for Cuban People -
☼ இڿڰۣ-ڰۣ—...இڿڰۣ-ڰۣ— 🌻🌻🌻 இڿڰۣ-ڰۣ—...இڿڰۣ-ڰۣ— 🌻🌻🌻☼
Hail,God, Mighty Poseidon,Ruler of the Sea profound,Lord of all the waters & Oceans of Gaia,holder of all the seas,Lord of the blackest depths,master of horses,patron of seamen,we see you in the white sea horses wielding a trident,in foam-dashed shores;Poseidon,soul of this sphere,anchor of mankind.
I call to the trident-bearer,earth-shaker,friend of the sailor,the fisherman,on the broad ocean,keeper of the harbour,lord of the thrashing waves,I call to you.Add gentle peace & pour abundance in a blameless tide.May all those who suffer,suffer no more & find Peace & Serenity within your watery Realm.
All praise to the Sea-God!
Appeasing & Propitiating the Gods with Hymns & Prayers ...
☼ இڿڰۣ-ڰۣ—...இڿڰۣ-ڰۣ— 🌻🌻🌻 இڿڰۣ-ڰۣ—...இڿڰۣ-ڰۣ— 🌻🌻🌻☼
The Orphic Hymn to Poseidon for all my Greek Flickr friends :
Κλῦθι, Ποσειδάον γαιήοχε, κυανοχαῖτα,
ἵππιε, χαλκοτόρευτον ἔχων χείρεσσι τρίαιναν·
ὃς ναίεις πόντοιο βαθυστέρνοιο θέμεθλα,
ποντομέδων, ἁλίδουπε, βαρύκτυπος, ἐννοσίγαιε,
κυμοθαλής, χαριτῶπα, τετράορον ἅρμα διώκων,
εἰναλίοις ῥοίζοισι τινάσσων ἁλμυρὸν ὕδωρ·
ὃς τριτάτης ἔλαχες μοίρης βαθὺ χεῦμα θαλάσσης,
κύμασι τερπόμενος θηρσίν θ’ ἅμα, πότνιε δαῖμον.
ἕδρανα γῆς σώζοις καὶ νηῶν εὔδρομον ὁρμήν,
εἰρήνην, ὑγίειαν ἄγων, ἠδ’ ὄλβον ἀμεμφῆ.
Κλῦθι Ποσειδάων, Ζηνός παῖ πρεσβυγένεθλε,
οὐρανίων μακάρων τε θεῶν πάτερ ἠδὲ καὶ ἀνδρῶν.
ὃς ναίεις κορυφαῖος ἐπ’ Οὐλύμποιο καρήνων
δεύτερος ἐκ Διὸς εἰληχὼς πάντεσσιν ἀνάσσειν.
ἵππιε, χαλκοτόρευτον ἔχων χείρεσσι τρίαιναν.
εὐρύμεδον, χαριτῶπα, τετράορον ἅρμα διώκων.
ὦ ἄναξ παντοκράτωρ, ἱερώτατος, ἀγλαότιμε,
σεμνοῖς μυστοπόλοις χαίρων ὁσίοις τε σεβασμοῖς,
ἵλαος εἴης, εὐτυχίην μύστῃσι προφαίνων.
☼ இڿڰۣ-ڰۣ—...இڿڰۣ-ڰۣ— 🌻🌻🌻 இڿڰۣ-ڰۣ—...இڿڰۣ-ڰۣ— 🌻🌻🌻☼
CWPT has saved more than 125 acres of the First Deep Bottom battlefield in Henrico County, Virginia.
The First Deep Bottom Campaign at the end of July 1864 was a Union offensive north of the James River to complement the explosion of the Crater at Petersburg. Two corps of the Union army led by Winfield S. Hancock, in company with much of the army's cavalry, crossed the river and attacked the Confederate defenses south of Richmond on July 27, 1864. That inconclusive fighting occurred along the River Road (modern Rte 5).
The next day, July 28, Hancock sent his cavalry eastward via the Long Bridge Road in an effort to extend around the Confederate flank. An aggressive small Confederate battlegroup consisting of infantry from both the First Corps and the Third Corps led by General Richard H. Anderson dashed eastward to block that movement. Anderson's three brigades attacked southward into and across the Enroughty Farm (the modern Butler property), striking dismounted cavalry from both Torbert's and Gregg's divisions. For a short period there was very heavy action. The Confederates captured one piece of Union horse artillery, probably either on the Butler property, or possibly just off it to the east. Eventually the Union cavalry became organized enough to counterattack effectively, driving the Confederates off the field in some disarray. They captured several Confederate flags in the encounter.
This action represented the heaviest fighting during the First Deep Bottom Campaign. Hancock suspended his offensive and retired south of the James. Total casualties in the July 28 fight at the Enroughty Farm surpassed 800 (350 Federals and approximately 500 Confederates).
"Life Bird!" Record/I.D. Shot.
Pekabo and I were headed for the exit, as the sun was setting on a long, fun afternoon of birding, when this little guy dashed out onto the shaded path quite a distance in front of us. There was something "different" so I snapped some "unFlickrworthy" shots just for the record. Once on the computer at home, I could not nail down an I.D. Then I saw Mickey Long's lovely Flickr post of a Vesper Sparrow that seemed to fit. Could it be?
Many thanks to Lou, Mickey and Manuel for confirming the I.D. of this little rascal!
I took a slightly longer way home after work today because I saw a photo by Shaun the Grime Lover posted yesterday. Link flic.kr/p/LUMXuy It showed one of the 'cottages' as I thought of them from the top of the plant tumbled into the 'lavatory bowl' on the right, at a crazy angle. So I dashed down here tonight to catch the house in the bowl before the demolition crews destroyed it for ever. I was too late! And this is what remains of Wallerscote island. It is very far from being the most exotic island in the world. In fact it might take the title of World's most unattractive island in the world, unless you know better.
The otters dashed from cover and just sat in the sunshine for a few minutes before dashing away again.
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A picture of the instantly recognisable Stac Pollaidh.
I arrived very late to the area after stopping somewhere else on the drive up. Not really knowing where I was or going with the light fading quickly I parked and dashed up a hill to gain a better view of Stac Pollaidh. I my panic to catch the colour before it was gone this is all I could find of interest for the foreground.
I'm still not convinced the picture needs the branch above the horizon.
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Well, what can I say? I live 5 minutes from this spot and have photographed it a hundred times, but I have never seen anything like this.
Looking out of my window, I saw the wind was changing and it was clear that a storm was brewing. I dashed to my car and headed for the place I know best. What a show this storm was; thunderous, swirling clouds, howling winds and hail stone! I could not have timed it better as it went as fast as it came. Brilliant!
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This is the first Echidna I have seen on my property, since 2009. It was a rare treat. Of course, by the time I alerted my wife and dashed to assemble my camera, it had moved from its original place and I had to gingerly stalk it. This is the only good photo I got. They move pretty quickly when they know they are being stalked by a paparazzo.
This Echidna was a bit larger than a football.
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Friend and fellow flickr photographer Paul Hollins and I set out in high hopes this morning of some high cloud and exposed rocks for sunrise.
Seems Skippy Sky bombed out on the expected high cloud, we could see plenty of stars before setting off and our suspicions were confirmed on arrival at our destination - South Bar Beach (Newcastle, NSW; Australia).
Our second hopes were dashed when we noticed that the rocks we hoped had been exposed here by the recent big swell and seas, were totally buried under a healthy layer of sand!!
At least I knew that there were these rocks that sit closer to the low tide mark - so something worked out after all!! :-)
A bit of colour from the sky and contrasting green from the moss covered rocks - hope you like it!!
Taken with Marek's permission. This is Marek. He was born in Poland and is one of the homeless in our city. He told my friend and I that he has been in this country 16 years. I have seen him several places over the past few weeks but noticed that when the sun is hot he sits in the shade on a bridge near my home. He seemed amazed that anyone might want to talk to him or take his photograph. He was smiling but holding back the tears in this photographs - giving me the thumbs up to take it. He has slept rough for some time now but had some good luck recently as he met someone who will allow him to sleep in a room in their large house but his hopes were dashed as if he did this he could not receive the meals he relies upon from the homeless shelter. I do not know his full story - it seemed too intrusive to enquire today. We have spoken a couple of times before and but recently I have not seen him. This was taken a year ago.
This picture is #28 of my 100 strangers project. Find out more about the project and see pictures taken by other photographs at the www.flickr.com/groups/100strangers/
At one point on our hike Saturday Jasper found a stick and dashed off in front of us in some sort of fantasy I'm sure. After watching him toss the stick and dart about I called him back. And back he came at full speed, all full of life. Crappy light and kind of a weird tongue position but this is so Jasper - living life to its fullest and fully airborne. Trail 396 in Prescott, AZ
after a meeting I dashed back to the Wylye to capture 66711 on the 6O31 engineers having heard it had a good load. Watching on the maps I knew it was close when suddenly I was buzzed by a "whirlybird". I turned to watch it and there was the train! So snap the shutter was pressed and two forms of transport were snapped!
This young killdeer reminded me of Usain Bolt as it dashed away a split-second after I snapped the shot. It looks nearly identical to an adult now and could fly if it felt really threatened.
Enjoyed a few days at the Desert Botanical Garden in Phoenix. As I headed back to the car late this afternoon, feeling sad to be leaving this extraordinary place, this Roadrunner dashed across my path, then paused and took a dust bath. What a nice farewell!😊
I was fooling around with the panorama function of my cell phone. Shot from Olympiaberg, from where you have a wonderful view over the Olympic Park to the north, and if you turn around, over the city of Munich to the south. The Olympiaberg (olympic hill) is a mountain of rubble that was left when Munich was repeatedly bombed during WWII,
I can still remember the excitement that swept the country of (then West-)Germany when we hosted the Olympic Games, now 50 years ago. All excitement and all positive feelings were dashed when Palestinian terrorists took 11 Israeli athletes hostage. The hostages were eventually all killed following a botched rescue attempt by German authorities, who clearly had not prepared for such an event.
The stadium is to the left, the hall for indoor sports disciplines in the middle (here in the background) and the pool for the swimming events is to the right, close to the pond. To the far right you can see the BMW building (nicknamed the "world's largest four-cylinder") and to the left of that the BMW museum (more on that later) and the BMW world.
The stadium buildings were declared part of the cultural heritage of Germany in 1997, 25 years after their construction. Many sports events, football matches and concerts have taken place there.
His stage was a traffic island. Between the changing lights he danced his jittery dance. He jumped in and out of the traffic flow looking for a gap between bus and car and lorry and bike. He saw his opportunity, darted across the road, pushed his umbrella into the drain grating, and dashed back to his refuge. He continued his dance, free of the umbrella he was able to add hand gestures aimed expressively towards the oncoming vehicles.
I'm tempted to add 'only in Hackney', but I'm sure this sort of thing goes on in your neighbourhood all the time. I don't like to point my camera at people, but I do like to observe the human condition.
From seascape to architectural shot today & slowly back into Europe post again sometime soon. Versatile ain't I? Just kiddin' :D Anyway I didn't have any plan of going to the Singapore Flyer until my sister bought me a pair of tickets on that evening I returned from Europe... not realising that I am actually flying back to Australia the next day. Oppsy.. looks like it is gonna be a late & rushed trip. Well, when there is not really much of a choice (even with jetlag) :)... off I dashed right aft my dinner. I reckon the ideal time to go onto the flyer would be during sunset at around 645pm. Unfortunately this was taken somewhere between 9-10pm but hope its still not too shabby a shot esp for a last min trip! :)
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The View of CBD Skyline & Marina Bay in Singapore
The Shot
3 exposure shots (+2..0..-2 EV) in RAW taken handheld
Camera :: Canon 5D Mark II
Lens :: Canon EF 17-40mm F/4L USM
Photomatix
- Tonemapped generated HDR using detail enhancer option
Photoshop
- Blended a 0 EV shot to correct any movement of cars & tone down hdr effect
- Added 3 layer mask effect of 'curves' for contrast
- Added 1 layer mask effect of 'level' to enhance the buildings & laser
- Added 1 layer mask effect of 'photo filter' (deep blue) to deepen the sky
- Added 1 layer mask effect of 'saturation' (reds & yellows) to tone down the lights
- Added 1 layer mask effect of 'saturation' (cyans) to slightly tone down the skyscrapers
- Applied slight noise reduction on the sky
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A day spent in Oak Harbor began with a sunrise line-up off the Toledo District on atcs. With nothing to go on, we dashed to the north bank of the Portage River and aimed our cameras in the golden path of the morning sun. Minutes later, NS extra 300 was across the river with an increasingly rare Throroughbred C44-9W and two cabless slugs. In an era of monotony, a surprise of this nature is warmly welcomed and was the highlight of our 22-train day.
Oak Harbor, OH
December 17th, 2021
If there’s no food available when ‘our’ vixen visits the garden in the late afternoon, she trots along to the kitchen window and looks up to see if I’m there. I’ve probably already dashed into the kitchen and will call through the window the food I’m just about to put out for her. She’ll sit and wait - unless dive-bombed by the magpies- she backs off a little when I go outside and if I’ve got eggs I’ll roll them to her. She’ll come slowly forward to pick them up.
your tongue is the rudder
it steers the whole ship
sends your words past your lips
keeps them safe behind your teeth
but the wrong words will strand you
come off course when you sleep
sweep your boat out to sea or dashed to bits on the reef
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In one awful day in October 1881 families in south-east Scotland lost 189 of their menfolk in one of the worst storms on record. Fishing boats from towns and villages along the coast had gone out to sea as normal despite the possibility of a severe storm. After weeks of bad weather the local fleet were becoming impatient to go to sea. On Friday 14th October 1881 they awoke to a calm morning. Ignoring the low reading on their barometer, they put to sea.
By midday they were in the teeth of a severe storm for which their wooden boats were no match. They fled for the shelter of the port but many never made it. Their vessels either overturned or were dashed on the rocks at the entrance to harbours or elsewhere along that small stretch of coast. Women and children looked on helplessly as their husbands, brothers and fathers were thrown into the sea and drowned before their eyes.
In 2016 on the 135th anniversary of the disaster the widows and children were remembered with a series of memorials overlooking the harbours and seafronts at the towns and villages involved. Entitled Widows And Bairns, they were created by artist Jill Watson and depict each mother and child who was directly affected. Pictured is the memorial that overlooks the harbour at the tiny hamlet of Cove. Here, eleven out of the 21 working fishermen lost their lives that awful day.
Source: various incl. www.HistoryShelf.org
I dropped the kids off at school in the pouring rain today but when I finished the school run (my kids go to a rural school, so its quite a run), the sun came out and there was wonderful fog etc everywhere. I dashed home, grabbed my camera and went back out. This was one of the images I captured.
Montreal has had a downpour of rain for 4 days so when it finally stopped (for just a couple of hours) I dashed out to see if I could find some flies blowing bubbles... exhaling and drawing in water drops. Woo Hoo! I managed to catch a few despite the breeze and the relentless mosquitoes. Isn't nature fantastic?!
excerpt from the doctor's room:
" in order for the heart to open your lungs need to relax, so that they can massage the heart and then your heart will not be taking adrenaline from your kidneys... "
He nodded to agree...took the prescription, walked out of the room, crossed the road
dashed into the nearest cafe, ordered an espresso and lit a cigarette...
This was the look that she gave me when I returned home today. She dashed up from the ground to the roof of her cottage to disapprove, while looking cute and beggy. Hahaa, I didn't let her out then.
She's hopping free somewhere in the house now though, six hours later.
1838
"His Excellency the Governor of New South Wales, Sir George Gipps, and Lady Gipps were driven home from church and entered the Governor's Domain at Parramatta via the narrow gate. The horses were caught unaware by the sound of the guards snapping a salute and were so startled that they bolted. The carriage was dashed against a tree and Sir George, sitting on the box beside the driver, was hit in the face by a bough and badly hurt. The driver was also injured and it was feared he would loose an eye. Lady Gipps was thrown from the body of the carriage and slightly injured and the carriage was smashed to bitts." -from the S.M.H. p.18 29 Aug 2011.
Now we venture into a dark storm, where we shall once more find Navarre. The lightning's blinding flash pierces the heavy clouds as we come upon a small raft whose occupants cling to it for dear life. Suddenly a larger then normal wave darkened one spot even more.
"It's all up now," Ralincler muttered to himself and shut his eyes, for in the blasting, tossing, water it was impossible to converse. However he soon found out that it was not all over as the craft rose with the waves and rushed onwards to it's invisible doom. Fortunately, being a rough raft, their bark could not be swamped or all would have ended long ago.
"I wish the clouds would lift for one second, we could at least know if we are close to land," Navarre began, "We maybe nearing the Island of Lost Souls."
"We'd better hope not, I'd rather drown out here then be cast on such an Island," Ralincler replied though neither could hear much of what the other said, "If only half the thing be true that are said about that place it'd be better to end ourselves right now, and if we did approach it, what's the use? We are without food, with but few arms, a good chance of drowning or getting killed by the surf, and no way to get off it again for love or money!"
"While there is life, there is hope," Navarre answered coolly, but his words were lost to the wind.
Of a sudden the third man, named Gantric, yelled, "Land! We may be saved yet!"
"Ah, fool, saved from the water that is," Ralincler growled back, "and likely not even that, who can survive in such breakers?"
But they had no time to talk for the shoreline was getting nearer each second. As the rode on another crashing wave which would throw them on the beach Ralincler beckoned them to follow him and, after throwing off his heavy armor, dived off into the surf. Navarre followed in a blink else he would have assuredly lost him in the blinding spray and towering waves which met him the instant he touched the water.
The third man, however was not so fortunate, for as he leapt in after them the raft cleft asunder on some coral and a spar sent him spinning in the wrong direction.
Navarre meanwhile plunged through the waves and soon noticed his guide's goal; the mouth of a comparatively peaceful river which flowed out into the raging sea. The sight gave him the new strength he direly needed and he dove ahead.
Nevertheless he felt his strength beginning to be spent while the sea threw him about violently. With a superhuman effort and a battle cry cut short by the sea he passed a looming wall of water and finally reached the comparative safety of the river. Here Ralincler pulled him onto it's bank where Navarre collapsed.
"I'll go see if I can help Gantric," Ralincler told him. "He won't need me unless I'm wrong though," he continued and turning, made for the beach again.
While Ralincler was gone Navarre recovered and stood up to observe his surroundings. The sight was not a pleasant outlook. Immediately before were some dark trees casting darker shadows still, and behind, lost in the forest save for it's glowing eyes, a black cave set in the mouth a grinning skull. He shuddered and turned to find his comrade.
"Well, a sad end to a good captain and better comrade," Ralincler commenced on his return, "but at least there's one less mouth to feed. He was dashed upon the rocks with enough force to have killed behemoth!"
"Well, though I wouldn't mind his help we must think quick if we wish to not end in a similar fashion. Have you brought any weapons? Unfortunately I have only my knife and ax which are in my belt."
"There I have the advantage of you, I brought my sword and a short javelin. But hurry," he cut short the conversation, "if we do we may find a bale of food which would hardly harm us."
Nothing, however, could be found on the beach and though the saw a barrel tossing in the eddy between the river and the sea it was much to far out to access. And so they were marooned alone on the Island of Lost Souls whose very soil they would begin to hate before they left its fearful shores…
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