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The village name of Tajique might have been derived from the Tiwa name of their pueblo, Tush-yit-yay, as the village is on the site of that former pueblo. The Spaniards, as usual around here, conquered the pueblo and enslaved the Indigenous People.
Thank you all so very much for your visits, comments, and faves. I appreciate each and every one of you! Gracias. Merci. Danke. Obrigado. Grazie. Go raibh maith agat. Tapadh leat. Gratias tibi.
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It's been said that change is real, and time is not. Time is only a reflection of change. From change, our brains construct a sense of time as if it were flowing. In effect, we become slaves to the illusion of time. Now it's time to eat my breakfast. Have a great day fellow time travelers.
Image imagined in MidJourney AI and finished with Topaz Studio and Lightroom Classic.
Concept: The changes taking place in Nature, the degradation of Earth and the nihilistic choices Man takes. Addressed with no emotions, void of compassion and rational (ultimately pragmatic for his future) mind: that's how these issues are. We, as in the final instance mortal beings, care not of Nature. Not seeing we steal our own heart, our own peace, the beauty that is still to come, we blindly infest the world with what eats it from the inside: Development (thank you, Hegel).
Background: It is clear that the heart of our future is reversing it's path. Maybe without the illusions of linear evolution we could realize our enslaved Beginning (the "Outside") is turning the back on us. And this process is only slightly visible, but "boy, oh boy" is it becoming exponentially "fluorescent".
Manipulation info: Back for a day, I've stitched these photos together and I hope you like them. The technique is common "among my ranks": layers, blendings, adjustment layers, brushing in of details. I probably should've uploaded the picture in a bigger format (the heart is prolly small), but I'm not really willing to release these for universal public usage;)
Take care, my friends!
Dark Lord : The Rise of Darth Vader.
Darth Vader managed to track down the signal that tried to get acces to the jedi Archives. Furthermore he was able to identify what the escaped jedi were looking for: The jedi master Yoda, Luminara Unduil and Quinlan Vos, who fought during the last days of the clone wars side by side with the 41st elite corps on the wookie homworld of Kashyyyk. Not long after that vader arrived in the Kashyyyk system, along with the Impetator-class Star Destroyer Exactor, where it joined Wilhuff Tarkin and the Executrix. The two plotted their attack on Kashyyyk- Vader interrested in hunting down and destroying fugitive jedi, Tarkin interested in enslaving the Wookiees for use in the construction of the first Death Star.
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This build is inspired by tarkins room. Thanks to @Jan the creator for the door inspo
playing with perspective...
For those of you out there who are tech-oriented and would like to know, here is my setup: 10 mm, ISO100, f / 8, ND400 filter, +0.75 EV compensation, +/-1 EV bracketing (7, 13.5, and 27 minutes exposures - that long to blur the people walking in this historical church). I hope it doesn't look too much like a typical HDR. The blue color was added in post-processing.
Formerly enslaved Willis Winn with horn that was used to call the enslaved workers.
Original black and white photo by Russell Lee (1903-1986), taken for the Farm Security Administration.
Library of Congress, American Memory collection.
Operation Barbarossa started on June 22nd, 1941, with the Germans rapidly invading the Soviet Union and decimating Soviet forces in virtually every battle. Hitler's plan was to conquer Eastern Europe for future German colonization called "Lebensraum". Ukraine was especially desired since at the time it was the breadbasket of Europe. When the Germans were conquering the Soviet Union, the Ukrainians and other peoples welcomed them as heroes because of the fact they "freed" them from communist oppression. The Holodomor was fresh in the average Ukrainians memory which was an artificial famine that killed millions and they were still resentful towards Stalin.
Two groups that wanted to take advantage of this moment was the Organization of Ukrainian Nationalists (OUN) which was into Italian fascism, was led by Andriy Melnik and the younger more violent OUN-B, was National Socialist which was led by Stepan Bandera. They originally existed because they were angry that Poland was "occupying" the province of Galicia which is claimed by both Poles and Ukrainians (even to this day).
However, the Ukrainians would learn that the Nazis were replacing one form of oppression with another. Hitler hated Slavic peoples and wanted them enslaved, "transferred" (possibly to Siberia) or at worst exterminated. When the OUN declared an independent Ukrainian state, that was shut down as quickly as possible. The Nazis committed atrocities against the Ukrainians which soon led to the growth of more partisan groups and led to some joining the Soviet army by the time they started "liberating" it from the Nazis.
In a last ditch effort, the Nazis freed imprisoned Ukrainian nationalist leader, Stepan Bandera to inspire the Ukrainians but that ultimately failed. Even during his imprisonment all the OUN-B did was mass murder Poles in the provinces of Galicia and Volhynia. Today he's seen as a controversial figure as he is popular in Western Ukraine which is full of Catholic Ukrainians and hated in Eastern Ukraine which is full of Orthodox Russians.
Bento Couple pose - Optional rope prop.
New release for Fetish Fair - Open from: February 16 to March 02, 2019
couple pose for TODA3
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For Color it Blacktron category 4: minifigure
This is the tragic story of the Blacktron Enslaved. When Blacktron began rising against the totalitarian Classic Space Federation, many were sympathetic to their cause. However, others offered great resistance to their spread, and the Blacktron decided they needed some...encouragement.
Imprisoning hundreds of innocent civilians and local police, the Blacktron wiped their brains with computers and essentially programmed them to mindlessly follow orders. They were cybernetically enhanced to provide greater force in battle.
Many remaining systems who had not yet bowed to the Blacktron rule were subdued merely by the horror of these beings' existance.
Woohoo! More nanotechnology for our bodies: Nanoscale devices; Nanoscale wires; Nanoscale wire sensors; Nanosensors; Nanoscale wire probes; Nanoscale field-effect transistors; Nanotube-electronic Hybrid devices; Nanoelectronic components for cells; nanotube-electronic hybrid devices; Nanostructures; Nanoscopic wire-based devices; Nanoscale wire-based data storage; Nanoscale wire-based memory devices; Nano666 technology!
Check out some patents for this stuff:
patents.justia.com/inventor/charles-m-lieber?page=2
Wall Street Journal: Ray Kurzweil: Future Tech Will Be Part of Us:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ausc1hRR4q0&t=6s
Revelation 1:1 “This is the revelation that God gave to Jesus Christ, to show His servants what must happen shortly. His angel revealed this revelation to His slave John, by using signs and symbols.”
Signs, symbols, algorithms, codes, implants, devices, physical, digital, natural, synthetic, human, machine, enhancement, enslavement, control, manipulation, host, parasite, microchips, nanochips, plastic, metallic, humanism, transhumanism, augmentation, amalgamation, robotics, AI, evolution, darwinism, eugenics, cybernetics, godless, luciferian, dystopian, apocalypse, prophetic, revelation, judgment, wrath, heaven, hell.
Ira tried to cry out, she tried to make noise but all that was heard was a squeak and a whimper as she resigned to her fate.
A slave of lust she'll be forced to become.
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The Cittadella, also known as the Castello is a citadel in Victoria on the island of Gozo, Malta. The area has been inhabited since the Bronze Age, and the site now occupied by the Cittadella is believed to have been the acropolis of the Punic-Roman city of Gaulos or Glauconis Civitas.
During the medieval period, the acropolis was converted into a castle which served as a refuge for Gozo's population. A suburb began to develop outside its walls by the 15th century, and this area now forms the historic core of Victoria. The castle's defences were obsolete by the 16th century, and it was sacked by an Ottoman force in 1551, with most of Gozo's population being captured and enslaved.
A major reconstruction of the southern walls of the Cittadella was undertaken between 1599 and 1622, effectively transforming it from a medieval castle into a gunpowder fortress. Its northern walls were not rebuilt, and today they still retain a largely medieval form. The new fortifications were criticized in later decades, and plans to demolish the entire citadel were made a number of times in the 17th and 18th centuries, but were never carried out.
The Cittadella contains a number of churches and historic buildings, including the Cathedral of the Assumption, which was built between 1697 and 1711 on the site of an earlier church. The citadel has been included on Malta's tentative list of UNESCO World Heritage Sites since 1998.
The Cittadella, also known as the Castello is a citadel in Victoria on the island of Gozo, Malta. The area has been inhabited since the Bronze Age, and the site now occupied by the Cittadella is believed to have been the acropolis of the Punic-Roman city of Gaulos or Glauconis Civitas.
During the medieval period, the acropolis was converted into a castle which served as a refuge for Gozo's population. A suburb began to develop outside its walls by the 15th century, and this area now forms the historic core of Victoria. The castle's defences were obsolete by the 16th century, and it was sacked by an Ottoman force in 1551, with most of Gozo's population being captured and enslaved.
A major reconstruction of the southern walls of the Cittadella was undertaken between 1599 and 1622, effectively transforming it from a medieval castle into a gunpowder fortress. Its northern walls were not rebuilt, and today they still retain a largely medieval form. The new fortifications were criticized in later decades, and plans to demolish the entire citadel were made a number of times in the 17th and 18th centuries, but were never carried out.
The Cittadella contains a number of churches and historic buildings, including the Cathedral of the Assumption, which was built between 1697 and 1711 on the site of an earlier church. The citadel has been included on Malta's tentative list of UNESCO World Heritage Sites since 1998.
Dark Isle Saga
Chapter 1: Grim Hollow
Part 6
Taryn and Sarlina had spilled the vial of liquid on Haldur's scroll, revealing hidden knowledge that could help magically restore the land of Avalonia. However, they had been attacked and would have been killed if it wasn't for the intervention of Ella.
Ella had revealed that dark forces were plotting to take control of Avalonia and that they were coming for the scroll, killing anyone who stood in their way. The seeds of conflict were sewn as Ella believed the scroll should be destroyed and that men should take up arms together and fight back, resulting in a united Historica. Sarlina on the other hand believed that men were weak and the only way to bring peace to the land was by ancient magical powers, she did not want a united Historica, thinking that the other lands were untrustworthy. She wanted an all powerful Avalonia that ruled all. Poor Taryn was caught in the middle.
Ella had urged that they must make haste to her brother Owain, who was camped at Darkmire Mill. The enemy knew they had the scroll and would now be coming for them so Ella knew she must get them to the safety of her brother and his men.
The journey to Darkmire Mill was a short one, for Ella kept a quick pace that the others struggled to keep up with but they somehow managed to. Knowing that the enemy could not be far behind they raced on, spurred by the thought of more dark warriors snapping at their heels.
Sarlina had been sullen and quiet, she did not agree with Ella's plans to destroy the scroll and she was planning to secretly slip away. Taryn tried making conversation but Sarlina was not in the talkative mood so he walked on, doing the best he could to keep up with Ella. Taryn's head was a mess, so much had happened in the last few days that his life had been completly turned upside down. He thought of home and his father, would he even ever see either of them in this life again? It suddenly dawned on him that maybe he was in over his head. One minute he had been a young lad living an everyday life, enjoying hunting and a good drink. The next he was running for his life, pursued by forces that wanted him dead. No one had ever wanted to kill him before, that realization kicked in and he wished he was a child again. He thought about walking away from it all but could he even do that? Would it make a difference now anyway? It would only be prolonging the inevitable, eventually the dark forces would soon sweep through his village and people would die or be enslaved. No, the world was changing, the light was fading and Avalonia was teetering on the edge of darkness.
For many years now, the people of Avalonia had been pushed back and back by the enemy, all that had remained had fled to the Dark Isle. They now stood with their backs to the wall as the enemy circled around, gearing up for their final assault. It was time to choose his destiny, to turn and run home and wait for the end or to make a stand and fight. Better to die fighting, than to die cowering in your home. Taryn knew what he had to do, he knew there was really only one choice and he believed in Ella, she had given him hope. He was 18 summers old and it was time he became a man.
After a grueling walk the trio finally reached the edge of forrest and there ahead lay Darkmire Mill, salvation at last.
Darkmire Mill: Located north west of Grim Hollow village below the rocky terrain of Steeple Brink. The mill was an old building and had once flourished, serving the village for many years. However, the once plentiful rushing spring that fed the mill had now all but dried up, leaving only a small trickling flow that slowly made its way down through the land. The great water wheel now stood motionless, the spillway was blocked with debris and the wide riverbed was now a thick muddy trail. It was here in this abandoned spot that Owain waited with his men, a lot fewer than expected!
The trio walked wearily up towards the mill and into the courtyard where Owain waited.
"Ah little sis, 'bout time you got here." Owain boomed. "I thought I was going to have to come looking for you, infact I was hoping to!"
Ella smiled and embraced him. "Why?" she asked laughing.
"Boredom" smiled Owain. "I've been stuck here for three days with no one to fight and no mead to drink." He laughed then turned his gaze towards Taryn and Sarlina, a look of amusement crossed his face as he looked them over.
"So you found them then?" he snorted then laughed. "They don't look like much." he laughed.
Sarlina moved forward and frowned.
"Really?" she mocked. "Is this it? Two spearmen and a drunk?" she shook her head. "Pathetic!" she hissed.
Ella rolled her eyes while Taryn kept his head bowed. Owain just laughed. "She's a fiesty one isn't she!" he laughed again. "I'd quite happily take on the whole enemy army myself, easy work, a mornings work, which would leave the rest of the day free for drinking!" He smiled and laid a reassuring hand on Sarlina's shoulder. "I have sent the rest on ahead this morning to make sure the path is clear. Within a day we will have joined up them and Artorious."
"He's arrived then? Where is he camped?" asked Ella eagerly.
"Artorious arrived two days ago." replyed Owain. "He sent word that he is camped near Steeple Brink forest."
Ella frowned. "North of the church?" she asked.
"Somewhere out there." Owain replyed. "We are to head there and meet him as soon as you arrive. Seeing as you are now here I guess we should get moving soon."
Sarlina turned and stepped across the stream then looked back towards the others.
"At least give us a moments rest before we move again!" she shouted.
Ella nooded and Taryn walked over to Sarlina, stepping carefully over the wet slippery mud of the riverbed.
Owain watched them, then turned to speak to Ella.
"We can't stay too long sis, enemy spearmen can't be more then half a day's journey away. We need to join up with Artorious." he urged.
"I know" replyed Ella. "But they have been through a lot, so a short rest will do them good."
A look of concern crossed her face. "I'm worried about the girl, she believes we should use the scroll to unleash the ancient powers on the enemy. I fear she won't easily back down."
Owain rubbed his chin then frowned. "That scroll will cause nothing but trouble, it must be destroyed. I'm sure we can make her see sense." he smiled.
"I hope so." Ella said woefully. "I sense a strong fire burning within that girl."
"And the boy?" asked Owain.
Ella smiled. "I think he'll surprise us all."
They turned and looked over to where Taryn and Sarlina were talking beneath an old tree.
"The lad won't last long without some propper armor." joked Owain. "In fact I think its time we both suit up, I fear there are many long bloody battles ahead." he grinned, looking forward to the prospect of a fight.
Owain was Ella's older brother and even though he called Taryn a 'boy', he was infact only a couple of years older then him. Owain was a hardened warrior, all brute strength who had fought many battles He was well built with strong arms and had an overwhelming lust for the fun parts of life, particularly mead and ale. His prefered weapon of choice was a broadsword but with any type of weapon Owain was a man to fear. One of Artorious' most trusted warriors and destined for great things.
Salina was standing under a tree where Taryn had followed to talk with her. She still seemed angered and this made Taryn feel uneasy.
"Are you still planning on leaving?" Taryn asked.
"Of course!" Sarlina replyed. "I'm not going to wait around and watch while Avalonia slips into darkness." she nodded towards Owain and Ella. "They can cling on and follow their hopes of fighting back but I tell you now, it will fail."
"I believe in them." replyed Taryn.
"The only thing we need to believe in is the scroll." hissed Sarlina. "I will unleash the ancient powers upon the enemy and watch them scatter."
She looked at Taryn then smiled and reached for his hands, holding them tight. "It is the only way to save us Taryn, you have to trust me." she said softly. "Avalonia will be restored and rule all, you'll see." she smiled.
Taryn slowly nodded in agreement.
Why were things in life always so difficult?
"Don't fear Taryn." she soothed. "Once we all make a move from here we will wait for the chance to slip away during the night and together we will summon the ancient powers."
Again Taryn nodded.
Sarlina smiled and then they both walked back over to the mill.
They came back to find that Owain and Ella had now dressed in their full war gear, both looking splendid in their polished armor which glittered in the sun. Owain had brought out a spare set of armor which lay at his feet and he grinned when Taryn noticed it.
"That's for you Taryn." Owain nodded towards the armor. "It will help protect you for what lies ahead."
Taryn starred at the armor with an excited look on his face, he had never worn a suit of armor before.
Taryn pulled on the armor and was shocked at how heavy and cumbersome it felt.
Owain laughed.
"Don't worry, it grows on you. You'll soon get used to it and in battle you will be too busy to notice the weight."
Taryn lifted the sword and gave a few cuts in the air with it, then moved around to get a feel for the armor. It was heavy but it also made him feel powerful and important. He felt like a warrior and he thanked Owain for the gift.
"It suits you well Taryn." Ella smiled. Sarlina rolled her eyes and looked the other way.
"Maybe a spot of practice is in order, eh Taryn?" boomed Owain. "Would you like to do the honors sis?" Owain laughed.
"With pleasure!" Ella grinned and drew her swords.
"Lets see what you're made of Taryn." said Owain. "You can learn a lot from Ella but be careful, she's fast." he laughed.
Taryn pulled his helm's visor down over his face and hefted his sword and shield.
Ella rushed at Taryn, cutting left and right with her swords. She was extremely quick and agile, jumping and lunging at him, never giving him a moments pause. Taryn desperately defended himself, parrying with his sword and shield, trying to deflect her strikes and give himself an opening to strike back. Her attacks pushed him back across the stream and he found himself struggling for footing amongst the rocks and slippery mud. He managed to slide one of her swords past his left flank with his shield, then he backswung with all his might sending his sword towards her chest in a swirling arc. Ella gracefully stepped back as light as a dancer and spread both her arms wide as Taryns' sword swirled just inches past her chest. She smiled and bowed.
"Thats more like it it." she laughed. Then lept forward once again attacking him in the same fast manner.
Again Taryn was driven back on the defensive. Ella was just too quick and try as he might, he just couldn't manage to get past her guard. She drove him back towards the old tree where he found himself parrying blow after blow that Ella rained down on him. He soon found himself begining to tire and so in a last ditch effort he pushed forward with his shield and then lunged at Ella. She had expected that move and stepped to the side leaving Taryn off balance and flying forward.
Taryn fell forward onto the ground spraying up dirt. He turned to see Ella smiling at him with her swords aimed down towards his chest and neck.
"Your mine now Taryn!" she laughed, then pulled back and sheathed her weapons.
Taryn felt embarrassed and looked over to where Sarlina stood watching with a smirk on her face. He pulled himself up and lifted his visor, sweat poured down his face as he caught his breath. Ella walked over to face him.
"It's ok Taryn" she said softly. "I was trained to fight from the moment I was able to grasp a sword." she gave him a hug and kissed his cheek. "You did well."
Taryn blushed and stammered his thanks.
The two of them walked back up to where Owain was standing. Sarlina seemed not to care and stood staring out towards the distance but Owain seemed impressed.
"You did well." he nodded. "Not many people can withstand an onslaught like that but you managed to defend a lot better than I thought. We will need to work on your attacking skills but at least you can defend well. We'll make a warrior out of you yet!" he laughed, then gave Taryn a pat on the back and beamed a friendly smile.
"A warrior?" Sarlina scoffed. "There won't be any time for that i'm afraid." she nodded towards the distance. "Take a look over there!"
Owain and the others looked down towards the direction of Hangman's Watch from where they had walked from just earlier. Two dark wisps of smoke streaked the skylkine.
The enemy was coming and was closer than they had expected
The two remaining spearmen who had been standing guard rushed over to Owain.
"Enemy camp fires sir, they can't be more then 2 miles away!" said the spearmen.
Owain cursed and spat on the ground in disgust.
"Bastards, they are closer than we thought. We have to move now!" he shouted.
Ella turned towards Owain.
"I could go and distract them, lead them away to give the rest of you some time." she spoke urgently.
"No!" cried Taryn. "You'd be killed and they would still catch up to us."
"He's right." replyed Owain. "Its too dangerous, we must to stick together and try to make our way to Artorious in time."
Ella nodded. "Then lets go then, if we can just get to Artorious we can make a stand."
Sarlina shook her head and cursed softly. "And what if we don't get there in time?" she snarled.
"We will!" snapped Ella back. "If they catch up to us then we stand and fight!"
"Aye!" shouted Owain. "Lets get going and if we're lucky we might get to kill some of those bastards along the way!"
So the group quickly left the mill and began their desperate journey to reach Artorious' camp. There would be no time for rest, the enemy was moving fast and would soon be upon them. All hope now lay on reaching their destination before the enemy spears came crashing down to take their souls to the afterlife.
To be continued...
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“Give me just one generation of youth, and I’ll transform the whole world.” —Vladimir Lenin
The Bible warns us about the Image of the Beast. It will be like a giant Chatbot. It will see, speak, and analyze what is happening around the world in real time. People will worship this giant Chatbot, which will be made in the image of the Antichrist. Those who do not worship the Antichrist and his Image will be put to death. The Image of the Beast will be your best friend, your ultimate AI assistant. You will worship and adore it. Become one with the Chatbot, and take the Mark of the Beast!
Revelation 13:15-16 “He was granted power to give breath to the Image of the Beast, that the Image of the Beast should both speak and cause as many as would not worship the Image of the Beast to be killed. He causes all, both small and great, rich and poor, free and slave, to receive a Mark on their right hand or on their foreheads.”
An (admittedly not terribly subtle) allegory about the dangerous side effects of our dependence on oil and other fossil fuels.
Lighting: An SB-900 in a 28" softbox camera left, and a gridded SB-800 behind the subject camera right.
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These are hands weighing 30 kg, the bracelets are all welded carbonised steel, they cannot be removed , and on his feet another 35 kg, also welded, the only buffer on his feet is a cloth bandadge so as not to peel the skin of his feet .
He has aged , his penance in memory of the fourth Shia Imam Zainul Abedin Sayyede Sajjad the surviving son of Hazrat Imam Hussain.Did he really survive Karbala - yes he did.
It was Sham - Damscus where the womanhood of Islam was betrayed, that prematurely killed the fourth Imam from within and without.
He aged his hair turned white overnight , he could do nothing weak , bedridden and await deliverance from the evil deeds of Yazid his captor.
And being the Imam of his time see his sister 3 year old Sakina cry and ultimately die languishing in a cell. Even Zainab the indomitable Sister of Hussain took her strength from her nephew and her Imam.. Sayyade Sajjad.
His penance and his devotion to Allah was what kept him alive.
Now please do not ask me why this Sunni born asectic whom I call Zanjirwale Bawa has taken this penance of walking life with chains, following a Shia Imam?
I was meeting him after Haji Malang pictures I have not posted as yet.
He has stopped wearing his chest armour that weighs another 45 kg, he says it tires him out, he is human and humble enough to tell me this.
We know each other for more than 5 years he was being humiliated at Chancawalli Shrine by one of the important hoodlum type person there , and its a story that saddens me the corosion in mans soul.
The man offered Rs 35 to Zanjirwale Bawa placing the money on his face and told me to take his picture I refused.
Rs 35 is an insult to both the ascetic and the memory of the Fourth Imam.
He had me thrown out of Chancawalli Dargah, this gangster man.
But while leaving the Dargah, I turned back and saw the Bawa limping behind me seeking forgiveness , I put my hand in my pocket and you wont believe it the exact amount of Rs 35 came out of my pocket .
I handed it over to the Bawa.
This is our bond and we meet at crossroads of life.
While I was going to Pune last Sunday I got a call from the Bawa that he was at Abdul Rehman Dargah at Dongri for 3 days.But I could not meet him.
On my return from Pune I completely forgot about him ,and was going to Khar with my wife , I got a call on my phone and he was trying some other persons number but he connected to me.
This time he was staying for a few hours at Shastri Nagar Santa Cruz , the following morning he was leaving for Haji Pir Dargah in Kutch.
He wished if I could see him.
I left my wife to do her work for which she had come and I set out to meet Zanjirwale Bawa towards Santa Cruz which was on my route.
He was on the 6 th floor the lift had broken down so I walked up the steps , and its here that I shot his hands.
Those once-powerful kings of men whose greed escorted them to Sauron's abiding enslavement.
My wife own this Lego Nazgul rider; it's such a dark, almost featureless figure, I decided to go with it and create an very minimalist scene with it.
Große, harmlose Pflanzenfresser, das sind die Wirtelschwanzleguane im Zoo Neuwied am Rhein. Die als Nachzucht aus einem anderen Zoo übernommenen Kubanischen Wirtelschwanzleguane der Art Cyclura nubila stammen aus einer Wirbeltiergruppe, die zu Zeiten der Sklaverei in der neuen Welt zu hunderte oder gar zu tausenden eingesammelt und mit Schiffen als billiges Nahrungsmittel für die versklavten Menschen auch in die heutigen USA verbracht wurden.
Ein Umstand, den die auf verschiedenen kleinen Inseln Westindiens lebenden unterschiedlichen Wirtelschwanzleguan-Arten bis heute nicht verkraftet haben.
Das im Bild zu bewundernde Männchen von Cyclura nubila ist heute bereits selbst mehrfacher Vater und die in den letzten Jahren im Zoo Neuwied nachgezüchteten Jungtiere bilden inzwischen eigene Gruppen in verschiedenen Zoos Europas. Ein großartiger Erfolg für den Artenschutz und für die Sicherung eines wichtigen Teils der Biodiversität Kubas.
Cyclura nubila ist in seiner Heimat heute vor allem durch Brandrodung, verwilderte Schweine, Katzen und Hunde sowie immer stärker werdenden Straßenverkehr bedroht, besonders Jungtiere leiden unter dem heutigen Szenario, sie haben kaum eine Chance ohne Unterstützung durch den Menschen das Erwachsenenalter zu erreichen.
Weiter ist festzustellen, dass auch heute noch oft die größeren, erwachsenen Tiere von der ärmeren Landbevölkerung als billiges Lebensmittel gejagt und gegessen werden.
Daher ist es wichtig, das sich auch weitere Zoos und engagierte Privathalter mit der Haltung und Zucht von Cyclura nubila beschäftigen.
Trotz alledem darf man nicht vergessen, der Kubanische Wirtelschwanzleguan ist leider nicht die einzige bedrohte Art der Karibik, ungefähr ein Dutzend weitere Wirtelschwanzleguan- Arten, angefangen bei solchen die auf den kleinsten Inseln z.B. der Bahamas leben, stehen heute teilweise nur noch kurz vor ihrer endgültigen Ausrottung.
Hier sind es oft nur wenige Privathalter, die einige der bedrohten Arten, oft in Kleinstgruppen, halten und züchten und damit den Genpool und die Zahl der existierenden Individuen etwas größer erhalten.
Large, harmless herbivores, these are the rock iguanas at Neuwied Zoo on the Rhine. The Cuban rock iguanas of the species Cyclura nubila, taken over from another zoo as offspring, come from a vertebrate group that, during the times of slavery in the New World, was collected by the hundreds or even thousands and transported by ship as cheap food for enslaved people to what is now the USA. A circumstance that the different species of rock iguanas living on various small islands in the West Indies have still not recovered from. The male Cyclura nubila admired in the picture is today already a father multiple times, and the juveniles bred in recent years at Neuwied Zoo now form their own groups in various zoos across Europe. A great success for species protection and for securing an important part of Cuba's biodiversity.
The male Cyclura nubila admired in the picture is now already a father many times over, and the young animals bred in recent years at Neuwied Zoo have now formed their own groups in various zoos across Europe. A great success for species conservation and for securing an important part of Cuba's biodiversity. Today, Cyclura nubila in its native habitat is mainly threatened by slash-and-burn agriculture, feral pigs, cats, and dogs, as well as increasingly busy roads. Young animals, in particular, suffer under the current conditions, having little chance of reaching adulthood without human assistance. It should also be noted that even today, larger adult animals are often hunted and eaten by poorer rural communities as cheap food. Therefore, it is important that more zoos and dedicated private keepers engage in the care and breeding of Cyclura nubila.
Despite all this, one must not forget that the Cuban curly-tailed lizard is unfortunately not the only endangered species in the Caribbean. Around a dozen other curly-tailed lizard species, starting with those that live on the smallest islands, for example in the Bahamas, are today sometimes on the brink of complete extinction. Often, it is only a few private keepers who keep and breed some of these endangered species, often in very small groups, thereby helping to slightly preserve the gene pool and the number of existing individuals.