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Dimension Reduction in Statistical Estimation of Partially Observed Multiscale Processes. Papanicolaou, Spiliopoulos arxiv.org/abs/1607.06158 #q-fin
"Can you estimate how many Crayons are in this jar? Some might be LARGE, some might be MEDIUM, and some might be JUST RIGHT. They all count in this fun game of guessing!"
First time trying this estimation exercise, and it worked really well. Seemed faster than planning poker.
Just kidding, it's the Oral Roberts campus again. The Legion of Doom hides out in a swamp, not Tulsa, Oklahoma. The Super Friends would be equally unlikely to stumble across either lair, though, by my estimation.
Classé CR par l'IUCN, en danger critique, (Estimation de la population 5 900 individus ... )
CR classification IUCN (estimated population 5 900 mature individuals ... )
Travel - Pics on the Move. Alphen aan den Rijn - Hengelo vv., 19-07-2011
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The Southern Forestry Conclave is an annual competition among students from 15 southern forestry schools in a variety of physical and technical events. Traditional physical events include archery, axe throwing, pole climbing, log rolling, bow sawing, log birling, and cross-cut saw competition. Technical events include dendrology, timber volume estimation, photogrammetry, wood identification, and others
Owning a property in Gran Canaria has turned out to be for some a sound venture, the estimation of property and area has ended up being to be the best speculation over medium and long haul. Read more information: www.realestatemyhome.com/en/gran-canaria/
In my estimation, Christopher Columbus was a monster. He was responsible for the genocide of untold numbers of Native American people. He enabled an awful form of imperialism. I cannot read history, even Columbus' own journal entries, and emerge with any affinity for the man.
For many people, however, Columbus is a hero. For example, the Italian immigrants of Easton, Pennsylvania, erected a sculpture of him in the 1920s. It was refurbished and re-dedicated, in 1992, for the five hundredth anniversary of his "discovery of America." The plaque describes him as "A man of faith, hope, and vision." For those immigrants, and their descendants, he was one of them, having done something wonderful.
Perception depends so much on perspective!
Technical Meeting on Nuclear Power Cost Estimation and Analysis Methodologies held at the Agency headquarters in Vienna, Austria. 25 April 2018
Photo Credit: Dean Calma / IAEA
On my current project, we're estimating complexity for our user stories using the Fibonacci sequence. Designers know these numbers as the case for the "Golden Ratio." Anyway, each level of complexity is equal to the sum of the previous two levels. This is a nice balance of trying for too much granularity (what's the difference between a '8' and a '9') and not enough (a scale that doubled every time would get too large too quickly).
Technical Meeting on Nuclear Power Cost Estimation and Analysis Methodologies held at the Agency headquarters in Vienna, Austria. 25 April 2018
Photo Credit: Dean Calma / IAEA
The recipient used to grow lavender for oils etc and likes roses. My first attempt at basketweave. A fun cake although took awhile as I had to do a few more roses to fit in the gaps due to the estimation of what i thought i would need being a bit low. It was good as it gave me a bit more practice on roses although need a lot more. All edible, including handle although that is supported inside
The tugboat Captian Bill Mantle lists slightly in the water near San Leon, Texas Dec. 5, 2015. Preliminary estimations of approximately 200 gallons of red diesel fuel leaked from the damaged tug. U.S. Coast Guard photo by Petty Officer 3rd Class Dustin R. Williams
Technical Meeting on Nuclear Power Cost Estimation and Analysis Methodologies held at the Agency headquarters in Vienna, Austria. 25 April 2018
Photo Credit: Dean Calma / IAEA
Acrocorinth (Greek: Ακροκόρινθος), "Upper Corinth", the acropolis of ancient Corinth, is a monolithic rock overseeing the ancient city of Corinth, Greece. "It is the most impressive of the acropoleis of mainland Greece," in the estimation of George Forrest.[1] Acrocorinth was continuously occupied from archaic times to the early 19th century. The city's archaic acropolis, already an easily defensible position due to its geomorphology, was further heavily fortified during the Byzantine Empire as it became the seat of the strategos of the thema of Hellas and later of the Peloponnese. It was defended against the Crusaders for three years by Leo Sgouros.
Afterwards it became a fortress of the Frankish Principality of Achaea, the Venetians and the Ottoman Turks.[clarification needed] With its secure water supply, Acrocorinth's fortress was used as the last line of defense in southern Greece because it commanded the Isthmus of Corinth, repelling foes from entry into the Peloponnese peninsula. Three circuit walls formed the man-made defense of the hill. The highest peak on the site was home to a temple to Aphrodite which was converted to a church, and then became a mosque. The American School's Corinth Excavations began excavations on it in 1929. Currently, Acrocorinth is one of the most important medieval castle sites of Greece.
In a Corinthian myth related in the 2nd century CE to Pausanias, Briareus, one of the Hecatonchires, was the arbitrator in a dispute between Poseidon and Helios, between the sea and the sun: his verdict was that the Isthmus of Corinth belonged to Poseidon and the acropolis of Corinth (Acrocorinth) to Helios.[2][3]
The Upper Pirene spring is located within the encircling walls. "The spring, which is behind the temple, they say was the gift of Asopus to Sisyphus. The latter knew, so runs the legend, that Zeus had ravished Aegina, the daughter of Asopus, but refused to give information to the seeker before he had a spring given him on the Acrocorinthus
Technical Meeting on Nuclear Power Cost Estimation and Analysis Methodologies held at the Agency headquarters in Vienna, Austria. 25 April 2018
Photo Credit: Dean Calma / IAEA
Technical Meeting on Nuclear Power Cost Estimation and Analysis Methodologies held at the Agency headquarters in Vienna, Austria. 25 April 2018
Photo Credit: Dean Calma / IAEA
Hi buddies! Yes indeed, it is a nurse shark, a big one! The “little” baby was about 3m [~9 feet] long. And no, I do not dive with a measuring tape so this is really an estimation ;-)
This is another example of my tip “shoot upwards”. Shooting upwards also works during night as illustrated in this post. The shark was close to the sandy bottom so, to shoot at an upward angle, I had to put my camera at the same level and pointing upwards. It was not possible to see through the viewfinder of my Olympus camera, I had to estimate where the camera was aiming. It looks difficult but this is really easy if you are using a wide-angle lens.
As one can appreciate in the picture, the upper part of the shark has a color and pattern very similar to the sand whereas the belly and lower part of the fins has a light grey color. Shooting down, from 1m [~3 feet] high, would have resulted in a low pattern and color contrast which in my opinion would have resulted in an uninteresting picture and a ruined opportunity.
Ok, I hope I have convinced you to shoot upwards but what else can I tell you about this shot… oh yes, the illumination: Obviously, the night is perfect for black backgrounds, but in this picture, I wanted to go one step further. To enhance the mystery and “spookiness” of this encounter, I used only one of my 2 Sea&Sea strobes [Tip: I did not switch off the unused strobe, I just pointed it backwards]. The goal was to obtain a hard shadow that I further enhanced in the postprocessing with Lightroom.
That’s all for today. I hope you enjoy my nurse encounter!
Equipment:
Camera: Olympus Pen E-PL6 - Lens: Olympus M.Zuiko ED 8mm F1.8 Fisheye Pro - Strobes Sea and Sea YS-D2
Housing: Olympus with Inon dome port - Tray and Handles: Inon - Arms: UltraLight Control Systems (ULCS)
Camera settings:
Exposure: f/16 at 1/250 sec - ISO 200 - F=8 mm - Strobes fired on optical TTL mode
Yoga Teacher Training School, Rishikesh, India at AYM Yoga School concentrates on the best yoga rehearses with
master yoga Teachers without changing the conventional estimations of yoga.
There are 3 courses run by AYM Yoga School simultaneously like 200 Hour, 300 Hour and 500 Hour Yoga Teacher Training, Rishikesh.
Client:
VACSERA
Scope of work:
- Valuation studies for the land
- Preliminary master plan
- Definition of footprint for different buildings, number of
floors and functions ...implemented in the buildings
- Preparation of project schedule
- Proposal for different phases of design, buildings
construction and transfer of the machines
- Cost estimation within 25%
- 3-dimensional visualization
View large for full gross out effect. This dude behind my sister in law was un EFFING believeable!! He full-arm combed-over his hair 10x a minute at a moderate estimation. I could NOt tear myself away although I DESPERATELY wished too. A heinous crime against humanity in the IKEA cafeteria.
Technical Meeting on Nuclear Power Cost Estimation and Analysis Methodologies held at the Agency headquarters in Vienna, Austria. 25 April 2018
Photo Credit: Dean Calma / IAEA
FAO provides training on how to use CAPI/tablets to collect data on small area estimations in Tanzania. ©FAO/Alicia English
The Southern Forestry Conclave is an annual competition among students from 15 southern forestry schools in a variety of physical and technical events. Traditional physical events include archery, axe throwing, pole climbing, log rolling, bow sawing, log birling, and cross-cut saw competition. Technical events include dendrology, timber volume estimation, photogrammetry, wood identification, and others
Under growing pressure, gallery forest ecosystems in savanna landscapes sustain critical sources of drinking water for the local population.
In the context of the establishment of a green economy, the valuation of the DRC's non-timber forest assets is a key issue. Non-Timber Forest Products (NTFPs), such as medicinal plants and foods, are of particular importance to a large majority of the Congolese population. While some trade is already regulated under the Convention on International Trade in Endangered Species of Wild Fauna and Flora (CITES), further expanding and formalising the sustainable management and trade in NFTPs could represent an important opportunity for the DRC.
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Écosystèmes forestiers, RDC
Les forêts galeries qui jalonnent la savane subissent des pressions croissantes qui mettent en péril les précieuses sources d'eau potable de la population.
Dans le contexte de l'établissement d'une économie verte, l'estimation des atouts non ligneux des forêts est une problématique centrale. Les produits forestiers non ligneux (PFNL), tels que les plantes médicinales et les aliments, ont une importance particulière pour une grande majorité de Congolais. Même si une partie du commerce est déjà réglementée par la Convention sur le commerce international des espèces de faune et de flore sauvages menacées d'extinction (CITES), la poursuite de l'expansion et la formalisation de la gestion durable et du commerce des PFNL pourrait représenter une opportunité importante pour la RDC.
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The Quaternion Mandelbrot 4D is not very interesting, but if you add a simple reflection to it, it becomes much more interesting and displays more structure.
Here a reflection in the xw-plane was added inside the main Distance Estimation loop ("p.yz = -p.zy").
On the way to take care of some business, I got someone to get a shot of me on the water in Baghdad. There are always fires burning in this city, and the air quality is far from healthy in my estimation. Hence the gray skies in the background.
Jerusalem, Israel: Situated, in my estimation, between ten and twenty meters from a stoplight, both the tree and the parking sign reflected its red hue..
Five of the trappers’ ponies had been badly wounded, and Williams was so enraged at the injury which had been done that he was determined to punish the Indians still further. Leaving two men in camp, he ordered the rest to follow him on the fresh trail of the early morning marauders, which led up a small stream. The scouts galloped eagerly forward, and, coming to a rise, were soon within plain view of the red men, who were hurrying along, trying to get two of their wounded comrades to the protection of a grove.
“Dash on to the right!” shouted Williams. “Head the redskins off from that bunch of trees!”
The red men saw in a moment that they would[290] be cut off from the grove, and they made for a patch of willows and stunted box-elders just below them. There were eleven of them in all and the trappers certainly had them cornered.
It was about a hundred yards to the Indians, and a scout named Dockett tried a shot at them. The red men returned fire, wounding him in the thigh. There were a quantity of boulders near by, and Williams ordered his men to roll them up to the brow of the hill, in order to form breastworks. Four of the trappers were left behind this, while Williams told Noble and young Bill Hamilton to follow him to the grove without letting the Indians notice that they had decamped.
In the grove the trappers concealed themselves, and the wisdom of their move was quite clear. The Indians realized that they would all be shot down if they remained in their present position, for the men behind the brow of the hill now had their range. Six of them made a dash for the cluster of trees.
When the scurrying red men were within one hundred yards of the timber, Williams gave orders to shoot. The trappers took careful aim, and, at the flash of their rifles, three of the red men fell face down. The other three gave a yell of despair and ran up the hill. The trappers dashed after them, and the Indians became panic-stricken when they saw the mounted white men debouch from the thick woodland.
Williams raced onward, dashed right at the Indians, and, although shot at, managed to bring both of the[291] redskins to the ground. Now all three had been slain, and the revenge which the trappers had wished for had been fully satisfied. The redskins were Blackfeet, the most thieving class of wild riders of the plains.
There were still five Indians in the willows. Many men would have let them go. But not so with Williams. He was considered the hardest man on the plains to down in a fight with the Indians, for he was never known to quit when once started. It was to be a battle to the bitter end.
“There are five Indians down there who shot at and insulted us,” said he. “They shall have what they would have given us had they been successful in their attack.” Here he turned to young Hamilton. “Boy,” said he, “never let an Indian escape who has once attacked you! I want you to go with me. We will walk to the gulch and approach from below.”
But the trappers held their leader in too high estimation to allow him to thus recklessly expose himself.
“Your orders are going to be disobeyed for once in your life,” said they. “We cannot afford to lose you.”
Williams smiled.
“Evans and I will undertake the job,” cried scout Russell. “You cover us with your fire.”
In a second—and before Williams could answer—they bounded into the gulch below. Both were quick of foot and had been in so many desperate battles that they understood the danger of approaching[292] prostrate redskins; for a wounded Indian is an uncertain animal.
The rest of the scouts kept up a steady fire until Evans and Russell were seen to be close to the willows. Then they ceased, as the two scouts bounded forward, yelling like Indians. The other trappers also rushed down, and although one of the braves had his arrow in his bow—all ready to shoot—he never pulled it. In a very short time it was all over.
The Indians had now been annihilated, and among their effects were found two fine bridles, ammunition, knives, and other articles belonging to trappers. It was evident that some small body of white traders had been surprised by these Blackfeet and put out of the way forever. So ended this stiff little skirmish.
The trappers now kept on their way, set many beaver traps, caught a great many of these animals; and traded with several bands of friendly redskins. The men were all fine shots and often received praise from people for their expertness in fire-arms, but no more than they merited, for an American mountaineer had no equal on the globe. It was necessary that the trappers should be very expert, for they carried their lives in their hands, and were liable to come in contact with roving war-parties at any moment. To be taken prisoner meant torture and death, and it was therefore impossible for an Indian to capture either a scout or a trapper. They knew what would follow.
Young Hamilton thoroughly enjoyed the life and soon became one of the most proficient talkers in sign[293] language on the plains. The trappers reached Fort Bridger, where were many Shoshones, who asked the youthful scout many questions by signs, all of which he answered correctly. This astonished even the older trappers, many of whom thought that he had been raised by some tribe.
Williams now left the men of the plains in order to go to Santa Fé on business, but promised to be back in the spring and organize a new party for a two-year expedition. Before he left he took young Hamilton aside and gave him advice in many matters. He looked upon him as a son, and few fathers ever gave their children better counsel. The trappers decided to trap near Salt Lake, and the Bear and Malade Rivers, during the fall.
When they had proceeded for some distance they were met by a party of Indians, who spoke the Shoshone tongue, and who informed them that they had to pay for going through their country. Perkins—who was now leader of the trappers—tried to make peace with them, but without success. He made the Indians keep away, but they continued to make signs, meaning “dogs,”—which the white men well understood. The trappers held their rifles ready for any emergency.
Perkins cautioned his men to have patience, and, filling his pipe, offered it to the chief, who refused it with contempt, saying: “Big chief never smokes with white dogs.”
The head trapper’s patience was now almost exhausted and he told the chief in plain language to[294] “get out.” His men prepared for action, as he spoke, so the redskins mounted their ponies and departed towards the South. As they rode off, they cast all kinds of insults at the white men, both with signs and in spoken language. It was certain that they would soon follow the trappers and then there would be a big fight.
That night every precaution was taken to guard against a surprise. Two guards were put on duty, to be relieved at midnight, and a well fortified position was chosen for camp. Perkins said that it was customary for the Utahs to attack just before daylight, for this is the time that the redskins expect to find the whites fast asleep. This is what occurred in the present instance.
A little before daylight two or three wolf howls were heard by the guards, who immediately notified Perkins. Soon all the men were up, their packs being placed in a semi-circle as a breastwork. Twenty of the best horses were saddled and tied in a thicket, to protect them from Indian bullets and arrows. Defeat meant death, so the trappers looked stolidly before them, fully prepared for the worst, if it were to come.
The first wolf howls were soon followed by others, coming from nearer points and in a semi-circle. Indians are experts in imitating the cries of owls, wolves and coyotes. So adept are they in the art that it is difficult to distinguish them from the calls of real birds and beasts. Few trappers can successfully imitate these animals, although many endeavor to do so.
It was not long before the attack commenced. Just[295] as day began to dawn the wolf howls ceased and the trappers knew that the crisis was at hand. The Indians had crept to within one hundred yards of camp before they gave the war-whoop. Then they came on—fully one hundred strong—yelping wildly. The trappers were all ready with their rifles and pistols. Three were armed with double-barrelled shot-guns, loaded with half-ounce balls and fine buck-shot.
The Indians raced to within fifty yards before a single trapper fired,—then all began to shoot. The redskins halted. At this the plainsmen began with their six-shooters, one in each hand, for—as a result of long continued practice—they could shoot equally well with either arm. These mountaineers had to be experts in the use of both rifle and pistol, for inability to fire with accuracy meant instant death upon many an occasion.
The red men were much surprised to receive so many shots from but twenty men. They became panic-stricken, for they had not supposed that the trappers possessed two pistols each—twelve shots apiece after their rifles had been discharged. They had expected to rush right over the breastworks, before the rifles could be reloaded. They retreated—assisting many of their wounded. An arrow went through young Bill Hamilton’s cap.
The redskins had received a repulse which they had not expected, and retreated to their villages, taking their dead and wounded with them. The chief, Old Bear, had been slain, as well as many of their bravest warriors. This tribe had frequently robbed small[296] parties of trappers, killing them many times and always treating them with great cruelty. After this fight they usually gave well-organized bodies of trappers the “go by.”
The plainsmen finished their work without being further molested, and then moved on to Bear River. In the spring, trapper Williams returned from Santa Fé, and made a proposition to the men that he should form a company of forty-three and make a two-years’ trip. This was agreed upon, and the expedition soon started, on the 25th of March, 1843. The trappers were divided into four parties, which collected furs in common; that is, each man had an equal share in all furs caught by his own party. For mutual protection they always pitched their tents and lodges together.
They soon passed through the country inhabited by the Bannock Indians. These were troublesome and had many a brush with the stout men of the plains. But the trappers came through every escapade without much loss. The region in which they soon found themselves was rich with beaver and otter; large quantities of which were caught. It was a grandly beautiful country—a paradise for all kinds of game. Bear were particularly plentiful, and many a grizzly and cinnamon fell before the accurate aim of the men in buckskin.
“Young Bill” Hamilton could not be called “Young Bill” any more, because he was a seasoned trapper, and his many experiences with wild men and wild beasts had made it possible for him to hold his[297] own with the most experienced men of the party. The trappers made a wide détour, first going far North, then travelling South to the Carson River in Nevada, where they lost one of their best and most skilled men,—a fellow named Crawford. They were in the Pah Ute country and could tell very readily that the Indians were most unfriendly. In spite of this they set their beaver traps, for they saw that these animals were thick.
As Crawford did not return to camp one evening it was decided to make a search for him. Dockett, who was an outside trapper (or one who had his traps furthest from camp), had seen the missing man setting his traps at a bend in the river, at some distance away. To this point the trappers hurried, and, scouting in some cottonwood groves, in order to make sure that there was no ambush, they went in and soon discovered where one of their number had been at work. Indian tracks were thick near by.
They saw where a horse had stood, and, going to a thick bunch of willows, found the ground saturated with blood. The Indians had lain hidden in this willow patch, knowing that the trapper would come in the morning to look after his traps. They had thrown Crawford into the river, which was four feet deep. He could be easily seen and was soon pulled to dry land. Crawford was a handsome Texan, six feet tall, brave, kind, generous, and well-educated. Five of his traps were found, and four dead beaver. The Indians had stolen what was left, including his rifle, two pistols, and a horse. The trappers were soon back[298] in camp with the body of their comrade, and, when the men saw Crawford, it was plain that death would be the penalty to any of the redskins who had waylaid him. A grave was dug—the trapper was laid to rest in his blankets—and no monument was placed above to mark the spot, for fear that some wandering redskin would dig up the remains of this fearless man of the plains.
The Pah Utes were soon to be encountered, for at two in the afternoon the pickets signalled: “Indians coming on horseback.” The stock was corralled and the scouts stood ready for action. The pickets now rode in and reported sixty Indians, who made their appearance upon a ridge, about three hundred yards from camp.
“Come out and fight! Come out and fight!” yelled the redskins.
Crawford’s death had cut the scouts down to thirty-eight, but that did not worry these hardy souls. It was impossible to keep the men back, so eager were they to avenge the death of their comrade. Leaving three trappers to take care of camp, the others mounted and started away in the direction of the Indians.
When the redskins saw them coming they gave yell after yell, thinking, no doubt, that this would paralyze the white men with fear. Then they divided and charged from two sides. The trappers let them get to within one hundred yards, when they halted and brought their rifles into play. Dropping these upon the ground, they charged with pistols in hand. Fully twenty-five Indians fell before their accurate shots.[299] This bewildered the savages, and, before they could recover, the scouts were in their midst.
One tall redskin was mounted on Crawford’s horse. He tried to get away, but delayed entirely too long. He was caught, knocked prostrate to the ground, and the horse, rifle, and pistols of the dead scout were recovered. Forty-three ponies were captured. Very few of the Pah Utes made their escape. Poor Crawford, you see, was thus revenged in full.
Two horses which the trappers rode were killed. A few of the scouts received arrow wounds, but none were serious. The secret of the frontiersmen’s success was in making every shot count in the first volley. This bewildered the Indians, and, before they could collect their thoughts, the plainsmen were among them. The scouts were an effective body, and were as well drilled in the use of both rifle and pistol as the soldiers of any nation. Their horses, too, were trained to stand fire and to be quick in evolutions. The war-whoops and yells of the Indians simply made them prick up their ears and look unconcerned.
After this affair the little party received little molestation from the red men. At a council it was decided to move, as it was not known how many warriors these Indians could muster, and it was not safe for one or two men to go any distance from camp after furs. The hardy adventurers travelled to the Laramie River, where twenty-five of them determined to go back to St. Louis and to take their furs with them. The original thirteen all returned to the Far West; Williams going to Santa Fé, accompanied by[300] Perkins and six others. It was a sad parting for all, particularly for Bill Hamilton, who had grown to love his comrades like brothers.
Bill was now a seasoned trapper, and the rest of his career on the plains was marked by many hazardous adventures with the redskins. He went to California, during the gold excitement, was in the famous Modoc war of 1856, where he belonged to the “Buckskin Rangers,” and was employed as a scout in the uprising of the Sioux in 1876, which was so disastrous to General Custer and his command. He was among those who followed Crazy Horse to his end, and finally resigned from the service of the Government to resume the free and independent life of a trapper. At eighty-two years of age he was living a peaceful and contented life at Columbus, Montana, where—as he says in his biography—“I am thankful that I can still enjoy and appreciate the wonderful beauties of nature.”
A true plainsman, a great shot, a nervy fighter,—such was “Uncle Bill” Hamilton. At the present time there is no wild and adventurous West to create such characters as this, for bad Indians have passed away forever.
— Famous Frontiersmen and Heroes of the Border: Their Adventurous Lives and Stirring Experiences in Pioneer Days By Charles Haven Ladd Johnston 1913
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Technical Meeting on Nuclear Power Cost Estimation and Analysis Methodologies held at the Agency headquarters in Vienna, Austria. 25 April 2018
Photo Credit: Dean Calma / IAEA
Bildeston, Suffolk
1830 (Nov. 2). - Died, at the house of his friend Richard Wilson, esq., at Bildeston, Suffolk, aged 77, Edward Rotheram, esq., a captain in the royal navy, and C. B. Captain Rotheram was a son of the late John Rotheram, M.D., of Newcastle upon Tyne, a gentleman of high estimation both as a medical practitioner, and a person of general science. He was born at Hexham, where his father lived many years senior physician of the Infirmary. His elder brother, John studied physic, &c. under the celebrated Linnaeus, at Upsal, and died professor of natural philosophy in the University of St. Andrews, about the year 1805. Mr. Edward Rotheram was early instructed in mathematical learning by his father and the late Dr. Hutton. He acquired practical navigation in the same school which bred our immortal circumnavigator Cook. Leaving the coal trade, and entering the Navy, he served during the whole of the American war, chiefly in the squadron commanded by admiral Barrington; obtained a lieutenant‘s commission April 19, 1783, and was the senior officer of that rank on board the Culloden 74, in the battle of June 1, 1794; an event that led to his further promotion. In 1795 we find him commanding the Camel store-ship, on the Mediterranean station; and subsequently the Hawk sloop of war, and Lapwing frigate, at the Leeward Islands. His post commission bore date August 27, 1800. In the unparalleled battle of Trafalgar, vice-admiral Collingwood’s gallantry was most ably seconded by captain Rotheram, who commanded the Royal Sovereign, a first-rate, bearing the flag of that excellent officer, by whom he was subsequently appointed to the Bellerophon 74, as successor to captain John Cooke, who had fallen in the conflict. The severe loss sustained by the Royal Sovereign is the best proof of the share she had in the defeat of the combined fleets. Her loss was 47 killed and 94 wounded; and at the close of the battle, not a spar was left standing except the tottering foremast, which went overboard in the ensuing gale. A heavy shower of musquetry had nearly swept the quarter deck, when some of his officers requested captain Rotheram not to expose himself so much to the enemy’s small-arm men by wearing his epaulettes and a gold-lace hat. “Let me alone, (he replied) I have always fought in a cocked hat, and always will.” Captain Rotheram bore lord Nelson‘s banner as a K.B. at the funeral of that great chieftain; and was himself nominated a C.B. in 1815. Fifteen months previous to his death, on the recommendation of his late majesty William IV., when lord high admiral, he was appointed to an extra captaincy of Greenwich hospital. He was a brave officer, and universally respected—Gent’s. Mag.
Scarface strikes a pose...This young bear believe it or not is a yearling cub! Yes, a yearling cub, who just three months previous was first cast from the den by his mother. This photo was taken the second week of August and it reflects his huge gain in weight, all from gorging on Berries.
I actually had to refer to earlier photographs to make a positive identification of him. In my estimation he shot up to about 110 lbs from approximately 60 lbs. Now in his third year, Scarface is well over 300 lbs and on his way to becoming a member in the "Great Boar" club...
Donut Wheel in Livermore, California.
Best donuts in Livermore by my estimation.
A roll of Ilford PanF shot at ISO 50 in a Pentax K1000.
This was a day trip hike to Dell Valle in Livermore, California and some shots in and around downtown Livermore.
Chilean police cars waiting for shit to hit the fan in La moneda, Santiago. On september 11th there are riots here. Every year.
Around this block I "counted" around 80 policemen. Just an estimation but point being there was a lot of them.
And when the sun went down that amount doubled or maybe tripled.
The cars look pretty bad-ass. Big brother meets Half-life. Needless to say I liked it (:
My vision of a new car with a look back to some 30's design cues. Bored from all the new look-alikes of luxurious coupes, I would list this car as a competitor to cars from Morgan and Bristol among other cars. The model is made out of cardboard paper, in 1:18 scale, with real life dimensions estimation of 480 x 195 x 135 cm and a wheelbase of 280 cm.
Members of the Royal Canadian Armoured Corps and 4 other countries (Poland, Chile, Denmark, New-Zealand) participate in Exercise WORTHINGTON CHALLENGE 2019 at 5th Canadian Division Support Base Gagetown, 22-26 September 2019. Exercise WORTHINGTON CHALLENGE seeks to provide a challenging environment for field force teams to showcase such skills as crew gunnery, small arms ability, tactical driving, range estimation, and vehicle and aircraft recognition while promoting esprit de corps and fostering camaraderie among participants.
Image by: Cpl Genevieve Lapointe
Tactics School, Combat Training Centre (CTC) Gagetown
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