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Skunk Creek Bed Peoria Arizona. Well, that's what miners do, isn't it? The tiny Mining Bees seem to love the wild sunflowers.
A snow plow works at clearing streets in London Ontario, Canada on November 24, 2013. The city and region received more than 60cm of snow in the first major snow fall of the year.
This shovel has been at this monument for some time - why?
I seem to be spending way too much time in graveyards...
While the parade participants were overwhelmingly Latino, it was sad to see a typical scene in my neighborhood. This young, healthy black man digging for recyclables to make a few bucks.
He wasn't asking anyone for handouts, and his ancestors certainly didn't come here in search of a better life. Yet the unemployment rate for black men is much higher than for any other US demographic. It's as if he's never even had hope for a better life, while the more recent immigrants are all about hope.
Cross-Country at the Rolex Kentucky 3-Day Event 2007
[i'm sure a lot of people won't like this, but that's ok because then i get to say i'm a missunderstood artist pursecuted for my vision....] ;-)
Here's naughty Catori digging a hole in the backyard. As you can see, it no longer have grass and caution must be used to keep from stepping in a husky-dug hole. We've been installing a new dogproof 6 ft fence, and the dogs had a great time "helping" us dig--but mostly un-digging holes we'd filled back in.
My 3 crazy dogs have a website, check it out here: www.12muddypaws.com
Haven't had any time to sort out any "recent" shots from my archives so I've decided to clear some older stuff up that's been lurking since 2009.
First up will be a series of uploads from the Yorkshire Sculpture Park, taken back when they didn't try ax extort vast sums of money from you for walking around a field.
Etowah Indian Mounds, Cartersville, GA.
Summer field school is in session. College students and members of the Muscogee (Creek) Nation (now in Oklahoma, the people originally from this area) are digging for a few weeks. Their work is based on pictures made with ground-penetrating radar which reveals edges of old buildings, fire pits, etc., long buried.
6201 'Princess Elizabeth' makes an impressive ascent of Shap with "The Cumbrian Mountain Express" on 12th October 2019.
President's Day brought sunny skies but sub-zero wind chills as Boston once again begun digging out from yet another Blizzard. With the temperature hovering around 10F, MBTA 1071 leads a late train 1505 under the Charlesgate just east of Kenmore Square. Despite running a weekend schedule on the holiday, the T remained crippled by failing equipment, frozen switches, and other cold-weather maladies.
Y'know, I lived in Michigan for years and until now I've never used a shovel to de-ice my car before.
Of course the real irony of all this is that it wasn't even winter yet! Yep, the official first day of winter wouldn't come for two days. Damn it, Christmas, must you encroach even further into autumn?!?
Guinea borders Sierra Leone, Liberia and Cote d’Ivoire, three countries whose civil wars had spilt over into Guinea. As part of an effort to rebuild the communities along both sides of the borders UNICEF is with the communities and the education ministry building new schools. The schools will in time be equipped with solar powered internet. More importantly the teachers have been trained in active learning methods which are visibly improving the quality of learning. Active learning changes the relationship between the child, the teacher and the environment, moving away from rote learning to encouraging the child to question and explore. UNICEF is building the schools and providing the training, the community is building the teachers homes and the teachers volunteer to go on the training unpaid, the logic being this way the most motivated teachers will go rather than those wishing to benefit from per diems. I was impressed to see how active and engaged the children were in their classes and hope that we will be able to build upon this experiment to share active learning to many more schools across the country.
The girls and I tried to dig to China today at our beach in Saco. The continental crust at our beach appears to be something greater than four feet. We never made it through even to the mantle.
It's friday!
David and Zoe just drove down the street to pick up pizzas and salad from the grocery store and 2 movies. No plans for the weekend. Just relaxing. I, for one, am looking forward to it. And about to go open a bottle of Shiraz.
...at the Forum. The Forum was the center of political, commercial and judicial life in ancient Rome.
Karst peaks, the likes of which I had never encountered before, stood imperiously over the sleepy rural farmlands and dotted the landscape as though giants gathering to repast. Their verdant tops were shaggy green wigs which the hills wore with surprising composure; and the gray, craggy sides suggested a long, scarred evolution. In the confines of Yangshuo town, they loomed as towers under whose scrutiny our puny edifices appeared to cower in fear.
We settled ourselves at our lodgings and then went to the neighboring Xingping village to explore the natural beauty that lay there, a portrait of which in fact is found on the back of the 20RMB bill. A swarm of solicitous touts greeted us at the gates of the town, and after haggling with one to arrange our transportation down the Li river, we ambled over to the ferry pier. Along the way we stopped intermittently to inspect the local schools and stores; the locals, I remarked, tend to do things the old-fashioned way: by hands which embody a very humanizing dignity over work; the proletarian machines were nowhere to be found.
Sailing down a gentle waterway brought us in close proximity to the famed acclivities. Our eyes wide open, we marveled at their peculiar forms, and laughed when told their oft ridiculous names. Below them, ducks swam near their shores. And when we landed for a short break, dozens of elderly village women converged on us and requested vehemently the opportunity to relieve us of our lucre in exchange for oranges, or boiled eggs. The mountains must have laughed at the scene of these assiduous women chasing after Calvin and Irene, who eventually relented and accepted the natives' perishable goods. For my part, the lusty entreaties fell from me as if pebbles against chain mail. I wouldn't acquiesce to their demands. I would, however, later purchase quality sweets from the village to prop up their local economy.
People digging near the old buildings of "Mine Pirin" at the Bulgarian village Brezhani, near Simitli.