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Beobachtung beim Wild am Radetzkyplatz in Wien, einem sehr beliebten und empfehlenswerten Gasthaus. Gernot Blümel war als Minister Teil der türkisen Gang, "die Sebastian Kurz ins Kanzleramt schummelte" und deren Wirken immer noch verheerende Folgen für die ÖVP hat. Blümel steht mit für den Anstandsverlust, den die Volkspartei unter Kurz erlitten hat. www.derstandard.at/story/3000000172061/verheerende-folgen...
Der Ex-Minister (Bundesminister für Kunst, Kultur, Verfassung und Medien in der Regierung Kurz I, Bundesminister für Finanzen in der Regierung Kurz II) zeigte sich vor vier Jahren im Parlament ohne Schuhe und deutlich sichtbar in Socken in der neuen ÖVP-Parteifarbe Türkis. kurier.at/politik/inland/minister-bluemel-ohne-schuhe-par... de.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gernot_Bl%C3%BCmel
Türkis steht für "Boulevardkorruption, Machtmissbrauch, Alimentierung der Reichen, Erschleichung der Volksgunst mit Terrorisierung der Migranten". www.derstandard.at/story/3000000172061/verheerende-folgen...
Observation at Wild on Radetzkyplatz in Vienna, a very popular and recommendable inn. As a minister, Gernot Blümel was part of the turquoise gang "that Sebastian Kurz cheated into the chancellorship" and whose work still has devastating consequences for the ÖVP. Blümel is one of those who stand for the loss of decency that the People's Party has suffered under Kurz.
The ex-minister (Federal Minister for Art, Culture, Constitution and Media in the Kurz I government, Federal Minister for Finance in the Kurz II government) showed up in parliament four years ago without shoes and clearly visible in socks in the new ÖVP party color turquoise. kurier.at/politik/inland/minister-bluemel-ohne-schuhe-par... en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gernot_Bl%C3%BCmel
Turquoise stands for "tabloid corruption, abuse of power, alimentation of the rich, stealing the favor of the people with terrorization of migrants." www.derstandard.at/story/3000000172061/verheerende-folgen...
more
or
less
although it appears
there
is a conspiracy
of
the mind at
play
in the age of Kali in
the
present
age
of quarrel and
chaos
making it difficult to read from one
perspective
I
feel
to
ask
is - - - it too much - to - - - - - ask - - - - - - - anyway - - - or
is
it too much
to
really - tell is it - - - just
too
much
to
wonder without thinking
to
ask
if
it
is
something to ask the wind if
answers
are of questionable importance or
on
a
real
questionable track is it in
line
for one to
ask
the dust like a rolling
stone
how does it
feel
to
ask
from
within
does
one
get the feeling
for
a
song
only to ask
is
it the singer or the song with the say
in
what
thread
of
subjectively
related
decency
is there one
way
for one to have a
say
as
this
is next there is another one without
question
there
is
a
way
to
say
there is more than one
without
one
having
to
play
the
victim
in
response
to the presence of an imaginable guilty
party
one can be
far
more
imaginable
than one thought
imagining
the thought that
counts
while
just
asking
one
but one knows
one
really wants to
ask
more
than
one with the
feeling
there is a
party
to it you
know
the feeling in as much
as
the
unknown
quantity
one
references
as
you
is
a plurality one just has to ask I mean
one
has to feel
you
can respond to questioning of
course
vanity may kind of get in the way for
some
strange reason of course you
know
better than one
what
it
might
be like to act in
vain
* No soy tan vanidoso como para pensar que mi trabajo merece el esfuerzo de ser robado, pero aún y así:
1- Yo decido subir mis trabajos a esta calidad.
2- Espero que si alguien decide por un casual, utilizar mis trabajos con el fin que sea, al menos tenga la decencia de hacérmelo saber. (Al menos para que pueda echar un vistazo)
3- Si alguien quisiera utilizar una imagen de mayor calidad, no tiene mas que ponerse en contacto conmigo y decírmelo. Sólo pido una cosa, que se me acredite de alguna manera.
4- Yo decido utilizar el flickr para compartir, compartir y disfrutar del trabajo de otra gente. Compartir como medio de luchar contra el consumismo exacerbado y el celo a la propiedad de cada uno.
5- Yo decido respetar tus condiciones, decide tú respetar las mias.
6- Gracias por tomarte un tiempo en pasarte por mi galería.
7- No me invites a grupos, no estoy interesado en ellos, muchas gracias.
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* I am not so vain as to think that my work is worth the effort of being stolen, but even so:
1 - I decided to upload my work to this quality.
2 - I hope that if someone decides to use my work, at least have the decency to let me know. (At least so I can take a look)
3 - If someone want to use a higher quality picture, just contact and tell me. I only ask one thing, credit me somehow.
4 - I decide to use flickr for sharing, sharing and enjoying the work of other people. To share as a means to fight consumerism.
5 - I decided to respect your position, I hope you decide to respect mine.
6 - Thank you for taking time to drop by my gallery.
7 - Do not invite me to groups, I am not interested in them, thank you very much.
The two images were done with the Fuji X-E3 and the Helios 44M-7. Here, artificial light has been used and the lens is on F8. The flower's reproductive organs are almost jumping into your face and the analogy with pornography might come to mind. The other image has more 'decency' as it were (to continue the anthropomorphic perspective). A botanist would be interested in this kind of nakedness - just like the surgeon in the naked and therefore fully accessible human body. The way we look at things and persons, our gaze, does matter.
confounded by being unable to make any sense of anything he's heard the sociopathic individual purporting to be president of the United States say today. "Ozzy" is embarrassed by the president's lack of comprehension of what is meant by the sovereignty of nations, protocols of diplomacy, respect for human rights, and understanding of the history and culture of his own country, let alone the countries of others. "Ozzy" is sorry this president lacks any qualities of human compassion and decency. Photo by Frank.
„This is Corellia Local Holo Net News. Today armed terrorists attacked a prisoners transport at Corellia central space port. The attackers claimed to be part of the Rebel Alliance and managed to momentarily free five of the prisoners. According to witnesses, they called our beloved Emperor a liar and a criminal. Other insults uttered by the terrorists will not be cited at this point, for reasons of decency. Imperial forces responded quickly to the attack and locked down the space port before the dissidents could flee. The incident caused casualties on both sides. Two of the attackers surrendered, the remaining four, as well as the prisoners, were eliminated by Imperial forces. Three Imperial operatives were injured, but could be treated on site by Imperial forces medical personnel. They are now being transferred to the Imperial Med Center. Governor Solem thanked the soldiers for their bravery. Shocked by the incident, he promised to reinforce space port security to end this ongoing series of terrorist attacks. Next week he will present a list of actions to be taken. This was Jenna Mizu for Corellia Local Holonet News.“
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A little Star Wars vignette, while I finish editing the new part of Uncertain Ways. Inspired by Solo a bit. By the way, I feel like I am finally back in form for building and having a lot of fun.
I gave myself a little project the last time out. I wanted to capture a bird surrounded by the amazing early spring blooms. My idea was for a bird perched on a branch with flowers all around it. The birds apparently did not get the memo, because they refused to land anywhere near a flowering tree. This bluebird at least had the decency to land on a branch with the flowers well behind it, making for a colorful backdrop. Not what I was hoping for, but those are the breaks of nature photography.
Another Supermoon picture from Sunday evening which I sent up to BBC South Today and appeared Monday evening on the local TV News as one of 3 Weather Pictures on the News
This was taken about 5 minutes before the previous one with the Cyclist. Here the moon has risen just above the Pier. It was also taken from a different viewpoint a little closer to the promenade. I was taking a lot of shots and the people walking on the pier were ideal having the decency to arrange themselves in a Photographers group of 3. The picture gained a lot of interest on the South Today Facebook pages with 415 Likes and 185 Shares. See www.facebook.com/BBCSouthToday/photos/a.1192497467507508.... Interestingly some locals didn’t recognise it as Bognor Regis Pier because of the compression effect of a zoom at 250mm which because of the smaller sensor, for 35mm would equate to 375mm. The line of 6 poles on the beach to the left of the picture are actually about 300ft apart at the end of groynes. The line of 4 mounds in the distance are the sea defence rocks at the village of Elmer about 2 miles away
A Supermoon happens when a full moon is closest to Earth. It orbits our planet in an oval shape so sometimes it comes closer to us than at other times. The moon appears 30 per cent brighter and 14 per cent bigger. Supermoons happen through the year but this one is special because it is the closest and largest apparent size in 70 years. Strictly the Supermoon was on Monday but with a poor weather forecast the rest of the week I decided to go for it on Sunday. A day either side makes little difference to the apparent size. The supermoon only technically occurs on a Full Moon and Sunday was short of full moon by 2%.
The clear skies and timing with moonrise being close to sunset make ideal conditions for mixing scenery with the moon without too much difference in exposure. A check of the Photographers Ephemeris website also revealed that the moonrise lined up perfectly with the local pier when viewed from the west. It was also close to low tide.
The picture was taken with a tripod with a Sony A550 with a Minolta 75-300 zoom at 250mm. Processing was limited to adjustments in RAW and Topaz Clarity was also used.
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Worth a heavily modified lunch break! Chiltern liviered 68010 is seen at Stenson Bubble on Tuesday 3rd of March 2015 with the regular 68-hauled 6U77 13:42 Mountsorrel to Crewe Basford Hall big boxes. In addition to this being a regular 68 it's also displaying its other regular characteristic, running late! It came under the bridge in full dull but had the decency to stand here for long enough for the sun to come out. Thanks Drive/Signaller!
They called him The Chef. He lead us all through the apocalypse. For many years we all looked to him when the times were tough. We rebuilt society, fought off those that would take what we created, turned the Washington monument into a sprawling command hub and the ruins of DC into the last safe zone on the east coast. Then four years ago he disappeared. We never gave up and his legend lived on. Our city grew once again, and we kept growing. What started out as just a few of us has grown into almost one hundred thousand. A new city. A breath of life in a world that had the life bled out of it. We're still rebuilding, trying to fix what we can, show a shred of decency to others just trying to survive.
PADDY: “This looks like a nice one, Rosie. Do you think Peter might like this one?”
ROSIE: “Ooooh! That looks lovely Paddy. Yes please. I’m sure Peter will love any chocolates that I send him for Valentine’s Day.”
PADDY: “Oh I’m sure he will too. I hope he shares them with Oleg and all the other bears and dogs and foxes at Mummy Marian’s house.”
ROSIE: “Oh I’m sure minj prins will do that. He’s very kind and lovely you know.”
PADDY: “I know, Rosie. I also know he has a very grumbly tummy.”
ROSIE: “Not as grumbly as Benny’s though!”
PADDY and ROSIE: *Giggle.*
SCOUT: “Hullo Paddy! Hullo Rosie!”
PADDY and ROSIE: “Hullo Scout!”
SCOUT: “Ooooh! What are you doing with those yummy chocolates?” *Looks longingly at chocolates.*
ROSIE: “We are picking some out to send to mijn prins Peter, and all the bears at Mummy Marian’s house for Valentine’s Day, Scout.”
PADDY: “Daddy gave us the chocolates and the box, and said we could fill it up with our choices and he will send it to Mummy Marian.”
SCOUT: “Ooooh! That’s so lovely of you!” *Picks out a chocolate and eats it.*
ROSIE: “Well, I want mijn prins Peter to know how much I love him!”
PADDY: “And we want all the bears, and foxes, and dogs at Mummy Marian’s to know that we love them.”
SCOUT: “That’s a very good idea!” *Picks out another chocolate and eats it.*
ROSIE: “I love mijn prins Peter so much!”
SCOUT: “I know you do, Rosie! I love mijn beste vriend Peter, too!” *Picks out another chocolate and eats it.*
PADDY: “Scout!”
SCOUT: “What?!?”
PADDY: “Don’t eat all those chocolates!”
SCOUT: “But why not, Paddy? I have a grumbly tummy! Grumbly tummy, Paddy! Grumbly tummy, Rosie!” *Rubs tummy vigorously.*
ROSIE: “You always have a grumbly tummy, Scout!” *Giggles.*
SCOUT: “You said that Daddy gave us the chocolates, Paddy.”
PADDY: “Yes, to select from to fill this box to give to Peter, Oleg and all the bears at Mummy Marian’s house, not to gobble up!”
SCOUT: “But Paddy, there are plenty there to choose from.”
PADDY: “There won’t be if you scoff them all, Scout.”
SCOUT: “As if I would scoff them all, Paddy!” *Shocked.* “I would at least have the decency to leave one.”
ROSIE: “Why would you leave one behind, Scout?”
SCOUT: “Because whoever eats the last chocolate has to throw the box away, and it’s such a long walk to the kitchen tidy!”
PADDY: “No it isn’t, Scout. It’s just out there.” *Points to kitchen with paw.*
SCOUT: “That’s easy for you to say, Paddy. You are taller than me, and have much longer legs. It takes you less time and less energy to get there!”
PADDY: “I’m not that much taller, Scout!”
SCOUT: “It’s enough of a difference, Paddy!”
ROSIE: “Oh, I wish I could share some of these chocolates in person with mijn prins Peter on Valentine’s Day!” *Sighs.*
SCOUT: “Oh yes! That would be wonderful, Rosie!” *Sighs.*
PADDY: “Well, why don’t you ask him to come over to our house, Rosie.”
ROSIE: “But what if mijn prins invites me and Scout over to his house for Valentine’s Day?”
PADDY: “It’s really quite simple, Rosie. If you invite Peter over for morning tea, you and can share some chocolates with him, and then if he invites you to his house, which I am sure he will, you and Scout can take the box of chocolates over to Mummy Marian’s house in the afternoon, and deliver them in person.”
ROSIE: “Oh Paddy!” *Claps paws in delight.* “You are so clever!”
SCOUT: “Oh yes you are, Paddy!”
PADDY: “Thank you, Scout and Rosie.” *Blushes pink beneath plush fur.*
ROSIE: “Did you here that mijn prins? Paddy has had a wonderful idea! Why don’t you come over to our house on Valentine’s Day? We can have a morning tea with yummy chocolates, and you Scout and I can play hide-and seek. Then I can give you 10,000 soft snuffly kisses as a special gift for Valentine’s Day. Then we can go to your house in the afternoon and we can have more treats and you can give me 10,000 soft snuffly kisses for Valentine’s Day! Can you come?” *Hopeful.*
SCOUT: *Picks out another chocolate and eats it.*
PADDY: “Before Scout eats all the chocolates.”
SCOUT: “Grumbly tummy, Paddy! Grumbly tummy!” *Rubs tummy vigorously.*
My Paddington Bear came to live with me in London when I was two years old (many, many years ago). He was hand made by my Great Aunt and he has a chocolate coloured felt hat, the brim of which had to be pinned up by a safety pin to stop it getting in his eyes. The collar of his mackintosh is made of the same felt. He wears wellington boots made from the same red leather used to make the toggles on his mackintosh.
He has travelled with me across the world and he and I have had many adventures together over the years. He is a very precious member of my small family.
Scout was a gift to Paddy from my friend. He is a Fair Trade Bear hand knitted in Africa. His name comes from the shop my friend found him in: Scout House. He tells me that life was very different where he came from, and Paddy is helping introduce him to many new experiences. Scout catches on quickly, and has proven to be a cheeky, but very lovable member of our closely knit family.
Rosie is Scout's cousin, because like Scout, she is a free trade knitted bear from Africa. She was made in Kenya by one of the Kenana Knitters, Martha Wanjira. She is made from home spun and dyed wool. She was a gift to me from two very dear friends, including the one who gave Scout to Paddy.
* No soy tan vanidoso como para pensar que mi trabajo merece el esfuerzo de ser robado, pero aún y así:
1- Yo decido subir mis trabajos a esta calidad.
2- Espero que si alguien decide por un casual, utilizar mis trabajos con el fin que sea, al menos tenga la decencia de hacérmelo saber. (Al menos para que pueda echar un vistazo)
3- Si alguien quisiera utilizar una imagen de mayor calidad, no tiene mas que ponerse en contacto conmigo y decírmelo. Sólo pido una cosa, que se me acredite de alguna manera.
4- Yo decido utilizar el flickr para compartir, compartir y disfrutar del trabajo de otra gente. Compartir como medio de luchar contra el consumismo exacerbado y el celo a la propiedad de cada uno.
5- Yo decido respetar tus condiciones, decide tú respetar las mias.
6- Gracias por tomarte un tiempo en pasarte por mi galería.
7- No me invites a grupos, no estoy interesado en ellos, muchas gracias.
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* I am not so vain as to think that my work is worth the effort of being stolen, but even so:
1 - I decided to upload my work to this quality.
2 - I hope that if someone decides to use my work, at least have the decency to let me know. (At least so I can take a look)
3 - If someone want to use a higher quality picture, just contact and tell me. I only ask one thing, credit me somehow.
4 - I decide to use flickr for sharing, sharing and enjoying the work of other people. To share as a means to fight consumerism.
5 - I decided to respect your position, I hope you decide to respect mine.
6 - Thank you for taking time to drop by my gallery.
7 - Do not invite me to groups, I am not interested in them, thank you very much.
Birds need to learn some decency. A pair of shorts and a shirt now and again can't hurt, you know.
Credit goes to Travis Williams for capturing this ever-nude bird in flight.
"Ostrea
Guided by a spiraling growth line,
they float along the bottom:
divers searching for their aphrodisiac,
the high zinc content is to blame.
The days of the flat oyster are over.
Japanese oysters devour drowned villages
in endless patience, a perpetual feast
of salty embrace. But between the soft
body and its culture of hanging out, the
steel snail of decency squeezes itself: every oyster is
obliged to yearn for lemon".
No Kings Protest, October 18, 2025 | Denver, CO
"Not paid to be here — I am fighting fascism for free."
"F*ck Tr*mp"
"Radicalized by basic decency."
© Web-Betty: digital heart, analog soul
Those of us who were out on Pan Am yesterday had a choice - either summer midday high sun, or a cloud-fucking. As you can see, I got the latter at Middlesex Street in Lowell. Just a few blocks away, a few other guys got the former at Lowell Tower. The train would continue on to New Hampshire, where it would tie down overnight on the Portsmouth Branch, resuming its homeward journey today.
At least they had the decency to run it on my day off work.
El corazón de la tormenta
* No soy tan vanidoso como para pensar que mi trabajo merece el esfuerzo de ser robado, pero aún y así:
1- Yo decido subir mis trabajos a esta calidad.
2- Espero que si alguien decide por un casual, utilizar mis trabajos con el fin que sea, al menos tenga la decencia de hacérmelo saber. (Al menos para que pueda echar un vistazo)
3- Si alguien quisiera utilizar una imagen de mayor calidad, no tiene mas que ponerse en contacto conmigo y decírmelo. Sólo pido una cosa, que se me acredite de alguna manera.
4- Yo decido utilizar el flickr para compartir, compartir y disfrutar del trabajo de otra gente. Compartir como medio de luchar contra el consumismo exacerbado y el celo a la propiedad de cada uno.
5- Yo decido respetar tus condiciones, decide tú respetar las mias.
6- Gracias por tomarte un tiempo en pasarte por mi galería.
7- No me invites a grupos, no estoy interesado en ellos, muchas gracias.
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* I am not so vain as to think that my work is worth the effort of being stolen, but even so:
1 - I decided to upload my work to this quality.
2 - I hope that if someone decides to use my work, at least have the decency to let me know. (At least so I can take a look)
3 - If someone want to use a higher quality picture, just contact and tell me. I only ask one thing, credit me somehow.
4 - I decide to use flickr for sharing, sharing and enjoying the work of other people. To share as a means to fight consumerism.
5 - I decided to respect your position, I hope you decide to respect mine.
6 - Thank you for taking time to drop by my gallery.
7 - Do not invite me to groups, I am not interested in them, thank you very much.
Earler in my photostream I invited my friends to ask me any five questions they liked, all them asked me why I like Superman so much.
So..why do I like him so much?
When Chris Claremont wrote the introduction to Superman vs Aliens* he mentioned how en vouge anti-heroes are and how relatively easy it was to write them, Superman, however, was tricky. Decency is hard.
Superman is noble, self sacrificing, wise, even handed, will not kill, will not champion anyone except the weak and endangered.
I love the way all the other heroes of the DCU look up to him and even though he may have his moments of self doubt, he still wins through.
Then there's the iconography, the legend and the pop culture t-shirt cult.
Plus he can see into the chicks locker rooms...
Superman is the greatest, that's why I love him.
*Superman - 1, Aliens - 0. Silly but still quite good!
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I hadn't been to White Owl Falls for many years before this autumn. That tree trunk left of the falls is the reason why. Fallen from a storm years ago, I found my way down here shortly afterward to find that intact tree occluding the face of the falls, hiding its beauty... but that's not what makes it hidden.
Heading south on North Carolina Highway 281 (Whitewater Road) toward South Carolina, there’s a pulloff on the right that fits perhaps a few cars just past Brewer Road. It’s a short hike from there though not exactly an easy one. The hike gets interesting just beyond the beginning of the guardrail across from the pulloff… there’s no definitive trail from that point. There is a concrete chute, however, that indicates you’re in the right place. Follow that chute down from the road, and be careful, as it can be slippery, and you don’t want to shoot out of the chute! Continue in the same direction paralleling the road, not further down. This seems to confuse a lot of folks, yet the faint trail becomes more evident as you move along it, as does the roar of the falls.
I wore my high Bogs boots on this hike, as I planned to work out every composition I could eke out of White Owl. Fortunately, Thompson River here isn’t quite like the Hudson River, other than the fact it’s wet and it’s a river… I can traipse around the falls in my Bogs without getting my feet wet. It was fascinating to me to be standing amid such beauty while hearing cars whizzing by overhead, with drivers and passengers oblivious to this scene.
The camera got a good workout there and I had other waterfalls to get to in my limited time there in the Blue Ridge. Yet, having packed the camera for the hike out, I just had to sit there and enjoy the reverie of this hidden beauty.
The State Funeral of President George H. W. Bush (41) just ended and the theme of “hidden beauty” throughout it struck me. There are problems here in America, but at times like this, it's evident decency is still the core value of Americans. I teared up along with President George W. Bush (43) as he eulogized his dad… the things he related to his dad spoke volumes about my dad as well, whose funeral I had eulogized a year and a half ago. That was one of the hardest things I have ever done, and I broke down as well… my heart went out immediately to 43 when he choked up, as that’s not weakness... it’s humanity at its best. The issues he stated of note: “He looked for the goodness in others, and he usually found it.” “He put character before pedigree." And, “Hatred corrodes the container it’s carried in.” Would it be too much to ask for Christmas that we all embody these things?
I fear that my country is being ripped apart and fading away. It's time for young people to step up and bring back kindness and common decency.
TWENTY RULES FOR A BETTER LIFE
1 * Accept the fact that some days you're the pigeon, and some days you're the statue!
2 * Always keep your words soft and sweet, just in case you have to eat them.
3 * Always read stuff that will make you look good if you die in the middle of it.
4 * Drive carefully... It's not only cars that can be recalled by their Maker.
5 * If you can't be kind, at least have the decency to be vague.
6 * If you lend someone $20 and never see that person again, it was probably worth it.
7 * It may be that your sole purpose in life is simply to serve as a warning to others.
8 * Never buy a car you can't push.
9 * Never put both feet in your mouth at the same time, because then you won't have a leg to stand on.
10 * Nobody cares if you can't dance well. Just get up and dance.
11 * Since it's the early worm that gets eaten by the bird, sleep late.
12 * The 2nd mouse gets the cheese.
13 * When everything's coming your way, you're in the wrong lane.
14* Birthdays are good for you. The more you have, the longer you live.
16 * Some mistakes are too much fun to make only once.
17 * We could learn a lot from crayons. Some are sharp, some are pretty and some are dull.
Some have weird names and all are different colours, but they all have to live in the same box.
18 * A truly happy person is one who can enjoy the scenery on a detour.
19 * Have an awesome day and know that someone has thought about you today.
AND MOST IMPORTANTLY
20 *Save the earth..... It's the only planet with chocolate!* I THINK !!!!
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Just something quick I whipped together this morning. It was for my LUGs monthly MOC contest, the theme was "Over the rainbow", and, well this has got a lot of the news cycle this week, so..
I should also say, I don't think this is a place for politics; It's just I believe strongly in decency. And I believe that standing up to bigotry is the responsibility of every decent human being.
So yeah, something quick I knocked together in 15 minutes to help celebrate love.
This gives a more intimate perspective of White Owl Falls than my previous post. Unlike many waterfalls throughout the Blue Ridge, it’s small, yet delicate and lacey, which works well for a shot like this. The rock ledge is perfectly shaped to spread the water out across the entire face of it and down 16-feet in a myriad of cascades. While not as high or powerful as many in this watershed, it’s every bit as beautiful as any of them. Photography on a rainy day only makes it better.
Here’s the total description from the previous post, well worth the time to read: Hidden Beauty. I hadn't been to White Owl Falls for many years before this autumn. That tree trunk left of the falls is the reason why. Fallen from a storm years ago, I found my way down here shortly afterward to find that intact tree occluding the face of the falls, hiding its beauty... but that's not what makes it hidden.
Heading south on North Carolina Highway 281 (Whitewater Road) toward South Carolina, there’s a pulloff on the right that fits perhaps a few cars just past Brewer Road. It’s a short hike from there though not exactly an easy one. The hike gets interesting just beyond the beginning of the guardrail across from the pulloff… there’s no definitive trail from that point. There is a concrete chute, however, that indicates you’re in the right place. Follow that chute down from the road, and be careful, as it can be slippery, and you don’t want to shoot out of the chute! Continue in the same direction paralleling the road, not further down. This seems to confuse a lot of folks, yet the faint trail becomes more evident as you move along it, as does the roar of the falls.
I wore my high Bogs boots on this hike, as I planned to work out every composition I could eke out of White Owl. Fortunately, Thompson River here isn’t quite like the Hudson River, other than the fact it’s wet and it’s a river… I can traipse around the falls in my Bogs without getting my feet wet. It was fascinating to me to be standing amid such beauty while hearing cars whizzing by overhead, with drivers and passengers oblivious to this scene.
The camera got a good workout there and I had other waterfalls to get to in my limited time there in the Blue Ridge. Yet, having packed the camera for the hike out, I just had to sit there and enjoy the reverie of this hidden beauty.
The State Funeral of President George H. W. Bush (41) just ended and the theme of “hidden beauty” throughout it struck me. There are problems here in America, but at times like this, it's evident decency is still the core value of Americans. I teared up along with President George W. Bush (43) as he eulogized his dad… the things he related to his dad spoke volumes about my dad as well, whose funeral I had eulogized a year and a half ago. That was one of the hardest things I have ever done, and I broke down as well… my heart went out immediately to 43 when he choked up, as that’s not weakness... it’s humanity at its best. The issues he stated of note: “He looked for the goodness in others, and he usually found it.” “He put character before pedigree." And, “Hatred corrodes the container it’s carried in.” Would it be too much to ask for Christmas that we all embody these things?
I can hear Mazzy Star in my ears at the moment. Best viewed Large
Thought it was high time i joined the masses and posted my annual bluebell shot...I do have another one...but not sure it conforms to the very high decency standards that i set myself... Hmmm... not sure i should post it.
Anycheese...
Gracias a ]equilibrium[ por dejarme utilizar una de sus fotografías para crear esta edición, milesker!!!
* No soy tan vanidoso como para pensar que mi trabajo merece el esfuerzo de ser robado, pero aún y así:
1- Yo decido subir mis trabajos a esta calidad.
2- Espero que si alguien decide por un casual, utilizar mis trabajos con el fin que sea, al menos tenga la decencia de hacérmelo saber. (Al menos para que pueda echar un vistazo)
3- Si alguien quisiera utilizar una imagen de mayor calidad, no tiene mas que ponerse en contacto conmigo y decírmelo. Sólo pido una cosa, que se me acredite de alguna manera.
4- Yo decido utilizar el flickr para compartir, compartir y disfrutar del trabajo de otra gente. Compartir como medio de luchar contra el consumismo exacerbado y el celo a la propiedad de cada uno.
5- Yo decido respetar tus condiciones, decide tú respetar las mias.
6- Gracias por tomarte un tiempo en pasarte por mi galería.
7- No me invites a grupos, no estoy interesado en ellos, muchas gracias.
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* I am not so vain as to think that my work is worth the effort of being stolen, but even so:
1 - I decided to upload my work to this quality.
2 - I hope that if someone decides to use my work, at least have the decency to let me know. (At least so I can take a look)
3 - If someone want to use a higher quality picture, just contact and tell me. I only ask one thing, credit me somehow.
4 - I decide to use flickr for sharing, sharing and enjoying the work of other people. To share as a means to fight consumerism.
5 - I decided to respect your position, I hope you decide to respect mine.
6 - Thank you for taking time to drop by my gallery.
7 - Do not invite me to groups, I am not interested in them, thank you very much.
In the months before going to Iceland the crashed DC-3 at Solheimasandur was added to my shopping list of things and places to see and rated as a 10/10. Immediately before the trip this had dropped to 7/10 in preference to other attractions and the fact that it was at least two miles from the car park over a flat, featureless moonscape that Gary was suggesting we should do at night....in freezing rain, knowing him.....and a gale.
But we arrived there during the day. Having parked the car against a snow drift we went to the start of the walk through a gate put there to stop people driving across to the plane.
By the gate was a sign which blatantly warned us the walk would take 3-4 hours.
"King hell!" was our joint exclamation. had we seriously misjudged the distance on Google Map. Could it be so far? Sure enough we saw a straggly line out across the snowy, frozen landscape. Just when you thought you had seen the most distant, microscopic dots of walkers, dark on the white horizon, you spotted a couple more, impossibly far away.
There was a bus. It was over the horizon. A ship of the glacier, an enormous 8 x 8 drive MAN ex-German army truck. With such power even it had snow chains on it's massive wheels. The sign said it was an expensive ride.
So we walked. And walked. And walked. And when we thought we must be getting near we spotted more walkers even tinier on the horizon.
We did get there after about 45 minutes. Delayed by the need for a pee about half way. Decency dictated that we should find something to prevent outraging other walkers. But where? The landscape is totally flat and utterly barren. There was one large rock thirty yards off the trail. It stuck out like a sore thumb. Yet it was only about three feet long and about nine inches tall and partially snow covered. It seemed silly to pee 'behind' it but we did because it was the right place to do it.
The plane wreck lies where the plateau falls away to the coast, so we arrived to look down on a scene out of the movie "Eaten Alive" of a crashed aircraft in snowy mountains, and some 'survivors' standing around the nose and tail of the aircraft wondering what to do next when they got hungry.
They seemed to linger, reluctant to start the walk back. But they did in a long straggly line back to the other horizon. We didn't. As soon as that big bus lumbered down to us we jumped on it. We didn't give a stuff what it cost for the return journey. As we gleefully waved down at the knackered walkers who looked up as the leviathan swept past them.
Two mile bus journey? How much was it Gary?
My husband of almost 34 years, has negotiated his life by a philosophy - no expectations. It works for him - not me!
I am the exact opposite. I am always expecting - although, it has caused me a lifetime of heartaches, trouble, disdain, self-righteous indignation, worry and through the years an attitude of disbelief at how people without regard for their fellow man, haphazardly, without thought, navigate their life causing horrific consequences that reverberate in the hearts of many.
I started writing this a few days before New Years. It was to be a tiding of joy to my Flickr friends, however, that all changed in the wake of the events that led to the callous and pointless death of a Police Officer that never made it back home on New Years Eve. It hits home. Our son is a Police Officer. It grieves us to the very core of our being…
I grew up with the Golden Rule - “Do unto others as you would have them do unto you.”
I feel that I am a minority. I might be wrong. Maybe, I came from another planet and got dropped off here by mistake. I live in expectation. I expect someone to hold the door instead of letting it swing shut in my face. I expect that the people behind the counter should be treated like human beings. I expect that if I let people in with their car that they would give me a nod or a wave of acknowledgement. I expect people not to allow their dog to defecate on my beautiful yard. I expect people to follow the law. I expect that when people go through my school zone they would drop their speed to the safe, legal posting. I expect that when people finish their hamburgers, fries and soft drink that they don’t open the window and spew their litter everywhere. I expect that when I am pushing my shopping cart through the snow covered parking lot at Costco that people would put their brakes on instead of whipping by to get that empty parking stall.
I expect decency. Respect. Kindness.
For quite a few years I worked as a casual employee at a Postal outlet. If you want to witness your fellow, human protoplasm’s worst behaviours, stand by the counter for a few hours. I was renamed every vulgarity you could think of and a few more I’ll bet you don’t even know about! I was threatened - one time with a fellow who said he planted a bomb in his parcel and another from someone that was going to come back with a gun. I was often the only ‘white’ female working amongst many ethnicities. I saw firsthand the atrocities of racial abuse.
In my efforts to keep the corners of my world accountable, I have encountered trouble. When my children were young I championed the school patrol for a time. I helped the young patrols in guiding their peers across the street. There was one instance that was particularly horrific in my endeavours to keep the children safe. In front of no less than fifty witnesses, a mom, blatantly, attempted to run me over and put the children in peril. It took me a long time to process this act of vigilantism. The law was swift in laying charges and restitution.
Another time, I honked ( I know. I know. Count 1,2,3,4,5,6,7… Breathe! ), when some guy in a big truck cut me off in rush hour. The guy returned the honk, threw a huge disposable cup full of pop onto my windshield and made my acquaintance even further by calling me a name that I will never forget.
My son’s vehicle was in the shop that day and I was dropping him off somewhere. I remember vividly, how he sat in the passenger seat shaking his head. He knew his Mama was not one to back down from a confrontation like this. I stopped the vehicle and got out. ( I know. I know. I have learned since not to do that - well, hardly ever…).
Through my indignation, I could hear the voice of reason, as my son, in a calm, but authoritative voice told me to get back into the car. Role reversal! I knew he meant it. He got out of the vehicle - (all 6’7” 250 pounds of him) and introduced himself to the guy in the truck. I watched from the rear-view mirror as the little guy in his big truck, momentarily humbled, slumped down into the seat. They exchanged a few words. My son got back into the car and we drove away in silence.
I can chuckle now recalling the incident, but, I learned that day that as much as my son would have my back he certainly was not going to ride shotgun with his Mama everyday!
I remember another occurrence that happened that left me conflicted. My son was playing on a high school basketball team and during half time he witnessed something in the locker room. I knew the minute he went back onto the court to resume playing that something was wrong. As we drove home after the game he confided in me that he had seen a boy breaking into a locker and he stole someone’s brand new, expensive shoes. I told my son that he had to go to the Coach the next day and let him know what had transpired. He said that wasn’t going to happen. The boy was a gang member. There would be retaliation - after-all, my son, was the only one that had seen the crime.
I was conflicted. It bothered me that this boy was not going to be accountable. What kind of lesson was this going to teach my son? We had another discussion. I was able to reinforce my belief in the concept of reaping and sowing or Karma as some may call it.
I prayed for that kid. I made a promise to my son that I would let it go. That same boy, tragically, a few years later, accelerated his crime sprees to murdering another young boy. I remember my son phoning me on his break. He had been doing a prison transfer and he saw that same boy incarcerated. I think about him often. How did this happen?
Years ago, when I was chauffeuring people around the city I remember retelling something I had heard on the news that morning to one of my passengers. It was a horrific accident - completely preventable. Many people were killed. The fellow responsible for the safety of those people, went to work stoned. I told my passenger that I could not believe that such a senseless act could happen. His remark has haunted me ever since. He said, “You assume conscience.”
I am a mom. I am a sister; a friend; a daughter and a wife. I live my life as best as I can. I am motivated and driven with the intent of doing what is right. I can see consequences before they happen and as a result switch gears, or go down different roads. I am getting better at it - sometimes. I can see how our actions create domino effects.
I recognize though, and sometimes painfully, that I am still under construction - even right now in my senior years. I have much to learn…
Is it wrong to expect?
My husband has navigated and quite successfully through his life without expectations. Maybe I should follow his lead… Maybe I should throw down the gauntlet, so, to speak, and give up in my pursuits of expectations. Maybe they ARE too high. Maybe, this is the year that I should not expect anything - especially after this past, challenging year.
… and then I think HECK NO! As long as I have breathe and the will to live I cannot live without expectations. I will always try to look for the goodness in my fellow human being.
The Serenity Prayer is a prayer written by the American theologian Reinhold Niebuhr. It is commonly quoted as:
God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, courage to change the things I can, and wisdom to know the difference.
At a time when we are watching people perish by the hundreds, thousands and hundreds of thousands, it may be wise to take inventory of our own life's. We probably need to revisit, no matter how difficult it may be, our mortality. What does our legacy look like? What will we leave behind? How will our loved ones remember us. How will our neighbours remember us? Will the clerks at our local grocery store remember our faces, and the way in which we dealt with them?
I want to be remembered for my serenity, my courage, my wisdom, But mostly for my expectations because with expectations there is always a chance for HOPE!
May the road ahead bring you serenity, courage, wisdom and
hope - just don’t cut me off!
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Each year, I had this stenciled emblem painted on the curb in front of my house. It's under the mailbox. It needs a good cleaning and retouching.
The itinerant artist who created this each year has not returned this year...
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Holy Cross Church
Camera: Olympus OM-1n
Lens: Zuiko Auto-W 28mm f/ 2.8
Film: Agfa Vista Plus 400
Filter: No filter
Scanned by Minolta Dimage ScanElite 5400 by VueScan
Церковь Воздвижения Честного Креста Господня в Дарне (Крестовоздвиженский храм) — православный храм Истринского благочиния Московской епархии, расположенный в деревне Дарна Истринского района Московской области
The Church of the Exaltation of the Holy Cross in Darna (Holy Cross Church) is an Orthodox church of the Istra decency of the Moscow Diocese, located in the village of Darna in the Istrinsky district of the Moscow region
Hallelujah! Praise the Lord!
And thank you all my friends for sending all those positive thoughts and prayers. .
This is the power of prayer!!
After an entire day of making phone calls to the ASPCA, every cat rescue in town, putting up Missing posters , walking the neighborhood, calling his name until I was hoarse, and crying myself to sleep for the 3rd straight night, I was jolted out of slumberland by my step-sons voice hollering up the steps "HE's BACK!"
At 10:30 last night, Lance was heading out to the local convenience store, and when he opened the back door, Simon came strolling in like absolutely nothing was amiss!
Saturday night it poured rain all night, and Sunday and yesterday also had several heavy downpours, another reason to be concerned he was out there somewhere.
This cat didn't even have the decency to come back looking wet and tramatized...........he was as dry and clean as can be. He didn't even seem particularly hungry after missing 3 days of dinner.
Where have you been dude?
What were you up to?
I guess the only one that knows the answer to that mystery is Simon. And he's not talking.
I don't need to tell any of you HOW relieved I am.
Again......thank you for all of your notes and suggestions....it's like having a whole village put their heads together to help.
You guys are the best!
Today will be a much happier day at Cat Hill Farm!
Holy Cross Church
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Camera: Nikon F 80;
Lens: Sigma 24-105mm f/4 DG (OC)* HS I AF;
Film: KODAK_VISION2_500T/5218;
Filter: No filter;
Exposure: as ISO 125;
Scanned: Minolta Dimage Scan Elite 5400 by VueScan
Церковь Воздвижения Честного Креста Господня в Дарне (Крестовоздвиженский храм) — православный храм Истринского благочиния Московской епархии, расположенный в деревне Дарна Истринского района Московской области
The Church of the Exaltation of the Holy Cross in Darna (Holy Cross Church) is an Orthodox church of the Istra decency of the Moscow Diocese, located in the village of Darna in the Istrinsky district of the Moscow region
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I was quite beside myself with excitement when I saw that there was a Punch & Judy show on the seafront at Llanairfechan at 2.30pm. I've never seen one before and I was the first to sit down on the grass to wait and see it . But I was surprised at the show content, especially when Punch started snogging Judy, in public and in front of the children in a real show of PDA. I mean, have they no decency? They almost looked like they should get a room, carrying on like that where they could be seen by anyone. I know people get caught up with emotions and all that stuff, but really, behave when in public!
I was lucky enough to watch this stunning Barn owl in decent light on an evening on the Somerset levels recently. it even had the decency to come fairly close.
During the time of the coronavirus pandemic and social (physical distancing), early morning became my ecological niche to enjoy life while avoiding contact with other people. Although it would have been most obvious to take pictures of places without people and practice the Japanese art style of absent motifs (留守模様), nothing drew me to anything human.
I preferred nature and particularly trees that became my personal obsession of that time. Whenever looking at these different trees, there always came a quotation from the ancient Chinese Daoist philosophy of Zhuangzi to my mind 是不材之木也，無所可用: “It’s not a timber tree, there's nothing it can be used for” ―― except of course for enjoying it just as it is …
However, I think that there is more behind the tree pictures than Zhuangzi’s typical praise of uselessness. Eventually, I became aware of a state of mind I never thought of as a possibility, but that became appealing: Biedermeier. Although I had never thought of Biedermeier art as anything other than "stuffy" or "boring," I could suddenly understand the concentration on the domestic and the non-political, the longing for stability, security, honesty, modesty, decency, sobriety, a simple elegance. I am also able to empathize with the predilection for everyday life and its details, ist tranquility and coziness. Am I becoming Biedermeier’s best friend?
Finally, I have to ruminate over a quote from a philosopher of the Biedermeier age who died from a pandemic of that time (Cholera):
“History is not the soil in which happiness grows. The periods of happiness in it are the blank pages of history.” (Georg Wilhelm Friedrich Hegel)
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"The arts bridge cultures;
they're good for the economy,
and they're good for fostering empathy and decency."
~Julie Andrews~
"If a man can bridge the gap between life and death,
if he can live on after he's dead,
then maybe he was a great man."
~ James Dean ~
Crossed another bridge yesterday . . .
actually a few bridges . . .
Day 203 Year 4 Mmm messy....
I'm trying to get back into scary Halloween mode.
On an unrelated side note, yesterday marked my fourth year on flickr.
Its been an interesting 4 years. A great number of people have come and gone during that time.
To all those that have stayed, been supportive, commented and faved over that time .... I thank you.
Thank you for being truly kind and genuine souls.
You are a rare group of fine individuals with great character and decency.
I am honored and touched by that goodness.
Thank you.
xo
Haven’t done one of these head shots for ages but I needed a closeup to show you the lovely new stuff from Izzie’s that’ll be available soon at Skin Fair, and the stunning tattoo from Nanika that’s available now at the Crossroads. I was tempted to go topless again but decency prevailed and I put my old Addams bra on!