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Photo shot at SL Teddi’s Egret Key – actually a quite warm and sunny place, when it wants to be….
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Part 2
October 8, 19__ twilight Friday
Ok, it wasn’t a scream, more like a snort, which I will admit was not very damsel in distress like, but for my defence, I had after all received a bit of a shock. For once the lights flashed on It wasn’t my cousin Jesse standing there teasing in front of the window, but a naked dress form, with a faceless mannequin’s head! I caught me heart, then laughed at meself. The old lights, pre war gas lights must have flickered on and off on their own accord. No spooks, just faulty lighting I scolded meself, deciding that I was glad that Jesse or me brother had not witnessed this, I would never have lived it down with that pair of teasing prone rascals!
I looked around the room, the lighting was not as bright as modern, and countless shadows played along the walls from the rooms many pieces of furniture and other knickknacks. This room must have been a nursery, a crib was on one side, with a small chest that I soon discovered contained old toys, popular about 60 years ago. On the other wall was a small sofa and matching chairs, new by the toys standards, but still 40 years out of date. Old lamps were standing on either side, the yellowed shades had long fringes hanging down, I figured they were from the twenties ( roaring twenties I believe they say in the states) A fainting couch from the same era was on the wall just to the right of the doorway where I stood, and above that a small ledge with a collection of stuffed animals and small dolls. These were a little more modern, with a couple of the dolls recognizable as the “talking” variety.
It had been a few years since I had been at the place, and I couldn’t wait till the next day to do a little more exploring. The house was a small museum of artefacts collected over its 110 year old history. Children of a depressed time, everything was saved that good money had been spent on, even if it was no longer functioning properly!
But exploring would wait until the light of day, I was tired, and decided to find a room to unpack and a bed to sleep on.
There were four bedrooms that were laid out along the corridor. I knew the one at the end had been the sisters room, and since 2 had died in that room, I decided that I would not be staying there. The one immediately to my right was the master bedroom, still intact with all of Adelaide and Jacobs possessions, a small shrine to their parents. The canopied bed that stood in the middle was large, too large by my standards, so I crossed it off me list. The other two rooms had belonged to the two sets of brothers, and I took the one on the right, which had been poor Jacob JR’s room, the one last remaining descendent. I figured he wouldn’t mind. It was a smart little room, with a small bed on one side, and a small sitting area with two chairs, a more modern lamp( only 25 years old) and one of the his father Jacob Sr’s hand built chests.
Comfortable and cosy, even without a fire in the corner fireplace.
I soon made meself at home, hanging the clothes I had brought up into the small closet. I had to kick around some boxes that were strewn on the floor, and move some of Jacob’s musty smellin clothes over to make room in the process.
It was getting late, so I prepared the bed, then headed downstairs to the water closet on the first floor to do me toilet. The water closet was situated next to the Mourning Parlour, sharing a wall. convenient for any quests that had come to pay their respects to the deceased I shuddered at that thought knowing that at least 4 dead bodies had been laid out in that room!
I was running water to brush my teeth when I started to realize that I was hearing more than just running water. it. A low humming was coming from behind me, and I started when I recognized that it was a tune I soon recognized. . I turned off the faucet and listened , but me ears were met with dead silence. I turned on the water again and stared to brush, and soon my thoughts were broken again by the humming sound. I turned around, whatever it was coming from the grate set in about a ¼ meter up on the wall the connected to the mourning parlour. I turned the water off again to hear it more clearly, but it stopped as I did. Hearing nothing more I finished up and quickly made my way to bed, convincing meself that it had been merely a humming form the basement furnace, although I knew all too well that the humming had sounded like it was to the tune of happy birthday. To be honest I had totally forgotten that Frances had died on her birthday, a fact that did not occur to me until much later, much much too later.
Still mulling it over, I changed me clothes, hanging the jumper I had worn in the closet, closing the door, than putting on my PJ’s slipped neath the cool sheets on the small bed. The house was noisy, as all houses are, and I let those various creaks and rattles serenade me to sleep.
I remember dreaming that I was back at my apartment, apparently it was one of the times that I had watched my neighbours little Tony, a rumbustious lad of about 4, although he was a lot older in my dream, more like eleven. He was going about me room, opening drawers, looking into closests, and I was forever chasing him about, at one point he had picked up a small glass vase and I told him to give it back, No he said, and pulled it from me hand.
No!
I heard that second NO quite clearly, and I felt the pillow being pulled from underneath my head.
Suddenly I was wide awake, remembering where I was as I looked about me in the dark room. That last NO! had sounded like it had not been part of me dream, but had come from right next to me bed, and my pillow was now on the floor..
I got up and turned on the lamp, shaking just a bit as I looked around the room. Everything appeared normal, wait!, The closet door was now opened, I knew I had closed It! I walked over, and looked inside its deep murky depths. Nothing Shrugging me shoulders I turned away and started t close the door, moving a box back in with me foot. as I did I heard a doll like voice coming from the floor.. “time to sleep” is what I thought it had said. A child’s talking toy I said to myself, nothing more than a bad dream and an old doll.
Girl, furnace noises, pillows slipping off a bed, and a child’s old toys are nothing that should be giving one the heebee jeevees I scolded me self.
I was tired, and decided to investigate things more in the light of day. Going back to bed I slept soundly till morning….
Morning came up rather gloomy, a blustery fall day in full force. A low wind came howling about the hose, shaking a few shutters in the process. When I awoke, most of the occurrences of the night before seemed distant and far away.
I arose, and looked towards the closet, the door had remained closed this time, and I had all but convinced meself that It all had been a product of my imagination. Still in my nightclothes, I wandered downstairs to the kitchen, Jesse had said there would be provisions there.As I made my way down the long curved stairway I looked at the all the carvings of roses, I could still make out small faces, but instead of being creeped out, I found meself admiring the skilled craftmenship that had gone into them.
I went into the kitchen, a long room with tall ceilings and black oak cabinets. A shrill gust of wind came through a partially opened window, sending a shutter banging against the wall. It did make me jump, but I went over and secured it, not trying to let me imagination take off into realms it shouldn’t. But as it turned out, It wasn’t a loose shutter that finally led me imagination take off.
After a quick meal I decided to dress and start exploring the house a bit. I had never been in that house without one of the sisters or Jacob JR hanging over me shoulder.
I went upstairs to the bedroom and opened the closet to put on me green jumper…….
It wasn’t there! I had brought along and hung up 3 outfits, including a long black dress with white frills that I had planned on wearing to Monday’s Funeral. Two of the outfits, including the green jumper were there, but the black dress was not! Deciding it had simply fallen off I began to rummage around the closet, eventually pulling out an assortment of cartons containing stamps, and other related paraphernalia, but no dress, and no dolls either!
This was all starting to get a bit too weird I told meself, but decided that there must be some rational explanation. Perhaps Jesse was her, playing games on me, teasing me like he and me brother kad when we were youngetrs? I decided that , whatever the case, I would get to the bottem of it all, and if me cousin had had anything to do with this, I would have no problems seeking retribution!
I dressed and went out on me exploring mission…..
End Of part 2
to be continued …..
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A series exploring distorted reflections in the glass exteriors of downtown Hamilton office towers.
Original captures in 590nm infrared.
Natürlich ein männlicher Löwe, der aber daliegt wie ausgestopft.
Besuch de Zoologisch-Botanischen Gartens "Wilhelma" in Stuttgart.
Juli 2022
Karel is helping me find out why the right hand channel of my DIY Mullard 3-3 Stereo amp suddenly died. It turned out to be a faulty resistor. Karel supplies DIY valve amplifier kits. See: www.marsamps.co.za/
Leica MP with Summicron 50mm lens; Kentmere 100 Film; Ilfotec HC developer; Heiland split grade print with Focomat 1C on Ilford MGIVRC paper; print scanned with Canon flatbed scanner; dust spots removed with Lightroom.
A couple of days ago, I made the faulty assumption that 99% of you had heard of and/or seen a Red Hot Poker flower. Evidently, I was off by 98% with one percent of the remaining two percent growing them, having killed them, or tried to hybridized them with banana plants. {From the Encyclopedia of Invented Facts, copyright 1979, The Triple C University of Ham Radio, WC, CA.}
I am not dissuaded by being wrong. That would be wrong and deprive the uneducated of more invented facts and fallacies. Therefore, I am going to assume that 99.5% of all of you reading this and having used soap or face creme or cream for diaper rash, have heard of Aloe Vera and her brother, Falsus Aloe [see footnote below].
Moving right along, you can easily assume (and be correct in assuming) that the Aloe vera is a hybrid of Bananas, Aloe, and Firecrackers.
This can be misleading when in fact, "Aloe vera is a succulent plant species of the genus Aloe. (Well, duh.) Having some 500 species, Aloe is widely distributed through door-to-door sales, and is considered an invasive species in many world regions including yours.
An evergreen perennial, it originates from the Arabian Peninsula, but grows wild in tropical, semi-tropical, and arid climates around the world. It is cultivated for commercial products, mainly as a topical treatment and bubble gum used over centuries. The species is attractive for decorative purposes, and succeeds indoors as a potted plant, second only to Uncle Joe, also potted primarily indoors.
It is used in many consumer products, including beverages, skin lotion, cosmetics, ointments or in the form of gel for minor burns and sunburns. There is little clinical evidence for the effectiveness or safety of Aloe vera extract as a cosmetic or topical drug, but when has that stopped anyone. The name derives from Latin as aloe and vera ("true"). So, you can put money on the fact that this is a true Vera as opposed to falsus Vera, from the Latin, "You spent $50 bucks on that???!"
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Shot from a moving car, mid afternoon.
The birds were discovered in post, but to me the make the shot. As you know I love clouds and these ones are great. Matt and I were heading north on Sunday and I snapped a few shots from the window.
Enjoy.
- Canon 50D.
- ISO 100, f9, 1/800, 70/mm
- Canon 24-70 f/2.8 L lens.
Processing
- Saturation and Contrast in Photoshop 6.0 and Lightroom 2.2.
About Pareidolia
Pareidolia is a psychological phenomenon involving a vague and random stimulus (often an image or sound) being perceived as significant. Common examples include seeing images of animals or faces in clouds, the man in the moon, and hearing hidden messages on records played in reverse. The word comes from the Greek para- ("beside", "with", or "alongside" - meaning, in this context, something faulty or wrong (as in paraphasia, disordered speech)) and eidolon ("image"; the diminutive of eidos ("image", "form", "shape")). Pareidolia is a type of apophenia.
One of my dearest wishes, on the last trip to Costa Rica, was to see, and photograph, a sloth. After all we don't have these adorable beasties in Europe.
We met loads of people on our trip and they all talked about how many sloths they had seen.
But... 13 days in, we had seen none.
On the last day of our trip, of all places in the garden of a road-side restaurant, finally, we spotted 2 sloths, peacefully dozing.
Now, it isn't exactly obvious to photograph a sloth other than with his head comfortably tucked away between his legs. So you can imagine my thrill when he - fìnally! - lifted his head and looked, for the briefest of moments, straight into the lens..
Stay safe, beautiful little sloth.
Canon EOS 1D X mark II
Canon EF600mm f/4L IS II SM
ISO 800, f4.0, 1/640s, exp. comp. +0,67
When you stop to observe an animal which is hopefully frequently, the animal usually stops dead in its tracks and doesn't move. They are usually some place where it is difficult to see them. That is probably why people find safaris such a wonderful challenge. This was the best camouflage this little springbok could find for the moment.
And speaking about seeing, I want to thank all of you for the views, the faves and the comments on my safari shots which made in into Explore!
37425 named 'Concrete Bob' hauls faulty inspection saloon no. 975025 named 'Caroline', as it works the circular 2Z02 from Nottingham to Nottingham via Skegness, Peterborough and Barnetby. The 37 is built in 1965 making it one of the oldest mainline locos on our network whereas the saloon is built in the 50s making it an even older bit of kit, certainly something impressive.
Traditional towers in Ushguli, Georgia. Located in Svaneti, at the head of Enguri gorge at an altitude of 2410m, Ushguli is the highest continuously inhabited settlement in Europe. About 200 people live in the community of four villages, Zhibiani, Chvibiani, Chazhashi and Murqmeli.
A sloth in the Zoo of Leipzig (Godwanaland).
Taken with Sony A-6000 (Sony ILCE-6000) and SAL 70300G and LA-EA2 as RAW. Converted to JPEG with LR 5.7
the Apricot Kernels Nonsense
In November, 1921, a great English physician, Sir Robert McCarrison (after whom the McCarrison Society for Nutrition and Health is named), visited the USA at the invitation of the University of Pittsburgh, to deliver the annual sixth Mellon Lecture before the Society for Biological Research.
The subject of his paper was “Faulty Food in Relation to Gastro-Intestinal Disorders,” and its salient points centered on the marvelous health and robustness of the Hunzas, who dwell on the northwestern border of what was then British India (now Pakistan).
The sturdy, mountaineer Hunzas are a light-complexioned race of people, much fairer of skin than the natives of the northern plains of India. They claim descent from three soldiers of Alexander the Great who lost their way in one of the precipitous gorges of the Himalayas. They always refer to themselves as Hunzukuts and to their land as Hunza, but ignorant modern writers insist on calling the people Hunzas.
Most of the people of Hunza are Ismaili Muslims, followers of His Highness the Aga Khan. The local language is Brushuski. Urdu and English are also understood by most of people.
The Hunza valley is one of huge glaciers and towering mountains, below which are ice-fields, boulder-strewn torrents and frozen streams.
The lower levels are transformed into verdant gardens in summertime. Narrow roads cling to the crumbling sides of forbidding precipices, which present sheer drops of thousands of feet, with many spots subject to dangerously recurrent bombardments of rock fragments from overhanging masses.
The Hunzas live on a seven-mile line at an elevation of five or six hundred feet from the bottom of a deep cleft between two towering mountain ranges. Some of the glaciers in this section of the world are among the largest known outside the Arctic region. The average height of the mountains is 20,000 feet, with some peaks, such as Rakaposhi, which dominates the whole region, soaring as high as 25,000—a spectacle of breath-taking beauty, too steep to hold snow and usually scarfed by clouds.
Because of the scarcity of food, supplies and transport, the region is closed to the general public and special permission is required to enter it. Travellers to the region have thus been few but those who have seen the wonder of Hunza have returned with glowing tales of the charm and buoyant health of this people.
Snow is a constant factor; long winters keep the entire population more or less housebound for several months at a time. Yet in summer the mercury may climb to 95 degrees in the shade.
For months in the winter the landscape is all one drab, monotonous, monochromatic stretch of grey houses, apricot trees, fields and walls, all are of a uniformly dingy and depressing gray, with lifeless, low-hanging clouds.
Then in life miraculously returns and color is reborn in the rich greens and yellows of the crops and trees. Leading the explosion of awakening, the apricot blossoms in spring stud the landscape with a riot of pastel-tinted pink and white, in vast profusion.
However, it’s not all about the landscape and crops; Sir Robert McCarrison and other travelers who have visited the Hunza-land, have all been particularly impressed by its atmosphere of peace and by the splendid health and amiability of its people.
Cancer researchSo vibrant was the health of those Hunzas with whom McCarrison came into contact that he reported never having seen a case of asthenic dyspepsia, or gastric or duodenal ulcer, of appendicitis, mucous colitis or cancer. Cases of over-sensitivity of the abdomen to nerve impressions, fatigue, anxiety or cold were completely unknown.
The prime physiological purpose of the abdomen, as related to the sensation of hunger, constituted their only consciousness of this part of their anatomy.
McCarrison concluded this part of his lecture by stating, “Indeed, their buoyant abdominal health has, since my return to the West, provided a remarkable contrast with the dyspeptic and colonic lamentations of our highly civilized communities.”
In fact the Hunzas are not perfect: there is one tiny aspect of ill-health. They seem to suffer from eye disorders that are due to the lack of stoves and chimneys. A fire is made in the middle of the floor and the smoke escapes from a small hole in the roof. The gathering smudge in the air is a constant irritant to their eyes.
McCarrison was otherwise amazed at the health and immunity record of the Hunzas, who, though surrounded on all sides by peoples afflicted with all kinds of degenerative and pestilential diseases, still did not contract any of them.
Travelers who have lived and worked with the Hunzas are unanimous in praising their general charm, intelligence, and physical stamina.But the Hunzas were not entirely a benign or benevolent people, by our standards. There is a paradox here.
In his Mellon Lecture McCarrison told us, “They (the Hunzas) are unusually fertile and long-lived, and endowed with nervous systems of notable stability.
Their longevity and fertility were, in the case of one of them, matters of such concern to the ruling chief that he took me to task for what he considered to be my ridiculous eagerness to prolong the lives of the ancients of his people, among whom were many of my patients.
The operation for senile cataract appeared to him a waste of my economic opportunities, and he tentatively suggested instead the introduction of some form of lethal chamber, designed to remove from his realms those who by reason of their age and infirmity were no longer of use to the community.”
But there is no questioning the physical fitness and stamina of this race of men. One writer, R. C. F. Schomberg, commented, “It is quite the usual thing for a Hunza man to walk sixty miles at one stretch, up and down the face of precipices to do his business and return direct.” This author passed through the Hunza country many times. He describes how his Hunza servant went after a stolen horse “and kept up the pursuit in drenching rain over mountains for nearly two days with bare feet.”
Schomberg also tells of seeing a Hunza in mid-winter make two holes in an ice pond, repeatedly dive into one and come out at the other, with as much unconcern as a polar bear.
Sir Aurel Stein records a trip of 200 miles made on foot by a Hunza messenger, a journey that imposed the obstacle of crossing a mountain as high as Mont Blanc. The trip was accomplished in seven days and the messenger returned fresh looking and untired, as if it had been a common, everyday occurrence. The word “tired” does not seem to exist in their lexicon.
In the Journal of the Royal Society of Arts for January 2, 1925, Sir Robert McCarrison wrote: “The powers of endurance of these people are extraordinary; to see a man of this race throw off his scanty garments, revealing a figure which would delight the eye of a Rodin, and plunge into a glacier-fed river in the middle of the winter, as easily as most of us would take a tepid bath, is to realize that perfection of physique and great physical endurance are attainable on the simplest of foods, provided these be of the right kind.”
Now we are getting down to the real message.
McCarrison postulated four main reasons in explanation of their fabulous health. I think it both interesting and advisable to give them all in his own words. He said:
1) “Infants are reared as Nature intended them to be reared–at the breast. If this source of nourishment fails, they die; and at least they are spared the future gastrointestinal miseries, which so often have their origin in the first bottle.”
McCarrison is absolutely in tune with (or rather modern holistic and food experts like me are in tune with HIM!), in saying that if anything other than Mother’s colostrum is put in the infant’s mouth at birth, disastrous food intolerances follow, as night follows day.
2) “The people live on the unsophisticated foods of Nature: milk, eggs, grains, fruits and vegetables. I don’t suppose that one in every thousand of them has ever seen a tinned salmon, a chocolate or a patent infant food, nor that as much sugar is imported into their country in a year as is used in a moderately sized hotel of this city in a single day.”
I’m surprised at the dairy but raw milk fans will make a lot of this. But the number one here is, without question, NO SUGAR and not the apricots!
No manufactured food is also crucial. Never never eat anything that doesn’t look the way Nature created it (and never never eat anything that Monsanto and similar biotech companies have had their dirty hands on).
3) “Their religion (Islam) prohibits alcohol, and although they do not always lead in this respect a strictly religious life, nevertheless they are eminently a tee totalling race.”
(Colonel Lorimer says that the Hunzas occasionally drink a little wine at festivals. Alcohol is not forbidden to Ismalai Mohammedans, but in Hunza the distilling of alcohol has been prohibited in recent years, since McCarrison’s time). So a little quiet wine drinking seems to be no big hazard, if everything else is in place.
4) “Their manner of life requires the vigorous exercise of their bodies.”
No surprise here; we know that staying active is an essential part of health and definitely does protect from cancer.ers take note.
Excerpt from brainproject.ca:
hard-wire (härd′wīr′)
Many aspects of the brain are considered to be hardwired and cannot operate outside of a specific set of functions. But the brain, as with electricity, has an innate ability to reroute and redirect its signals to keep a connection alive. The artist’s grandmother had severe Alzheimer's, but as her memory gradually faded, she was still able to remember people, places and things she and her husband had experienced decades earlier. Darrach knew that her grandmother’s brain was still working to reconnect those once hardwired functions. This piece was made in her memory.
Right and Left Hemisphere
Daniel St-Amant’s sculpture is a representation of the two sides of our brain. The right side is used for recognizing faces, visual imagery, colour and music. People sometimes call it the right hemisphere or The Creative Brain. St-Amant presents it as a lush meadow with trees and grass.
The left hemisphere is known as The Logical Brain. It is responsible for logic, numbers, words, lists and analysis, and represented by construction, civilization and development. St-Amant hopes to remind people that we must keep a healthy balance between the two in life and in spirit.
Loss
Artist Keight MacLean’s brain sculpture explores the idea of memory and memory loss through the portrait of a loved one. On one side of the brain is a portrait of a young woman, her face slightly obscured by drips of paint. On the reverse side, the portrait begins to slightly warp as more of the woman is obscured by paint and dirt.
Black hole memory
Artist Stéphane Langlois has created a brain in aluminum with some holes through the brain. Some parts are polished and some parts have a patina like rust. Over the years, the patina will continue to generate over all the areas and become – comparable to Alzheimer’s and dementia – a progressive degenerative disease of the brain, in which thinking and memory become seriously impaired.
Raining Cows, “BLUE SUN”
The artist’s life came to a screeching halt after the tragic and violent death of his brother and best friend. Everything positive and creative was replaced by darkness. His world was upside down. He was extremely depressed. He thought there was no hope. One day he took an old canvas from his closet and started painting these "Raining Cows." After he started, he could not stop. He created this imaginary world to cope with reality. He painted these floating creatures to help him with the traumatic experiences he has had. It is therapy for him. It is his outlet. The "Raining Cows" encourage and motivate him to keep going regardless of what happened in his past. The Sun is still Blue but soon it will rise and the fire in him will blaze red once again.
The Pith and Nectar
Constructed from glazed ceramic and porcelain, The Pith and Nectar serves as a bittersweet meditation on the fleeting nature of time and memory. Like the human brain, clay is malleable with surprising plasticity. Soft, workable clay is capable of infinite amalgams and formations. After going through an alchemical transformation in the high temperatures of firing, ceramic remains fragile but endures —retaining every delicate impression.
Short Circuit
Artist Ron Eady had a good concept for the Brain Project but before he could write it down he forgot what it was. Then he realized that was it!
It seems as he gets older, he will occasionally experience these short circuits. He’ll go to do something, then the thought will evaporate or he will temporarily forget something that he would normally know. Everyone experiences these faulty electrical impulses to some extent. To a greater extent, mental illness could be considered short circuiting, a malfunction of the neurons and chemical impulses in the brain.
Beyond the Skull
A skull physically protects the brain. But there are many other factors that impact brain health such as eating right, exercise, managing stress, proper sleep and social interactions. These mini skulls that collectively create a single layer of protection symbolize all these other factors and serve as a reminder for the need to manage each of these factors to protect the brain beyond the skull.
New as BF60VJM VN37940 to First London Centrewest and then with Metroline West, VW1892.
Bus had issues with a faulty engine compartment fire warning and was checked at Princes Street and passengers were ultmately transferred to another bus at East Calder/
Curtiss C 46 'Comando', Transportes Aérea Universal, Aeropuerto El Alto, Bolivia.
The Curtiss Wright R-2800-34 Double Wasp's 18 cylinders are highly stressed. They live in an environment, where their outside basks in air at -40C, and inside they handle hot and flaming gases. Cylinder heads respond by cracking. Other parts break off, like exhaust valves within a cylinder which are squeezed between the piston and the head. Changing a broken cylinder head is a tedious affair involving stripping off the air baffles, ignition components, fuel injection lines, exhaust stacks and manifold intake pipes.
Taken with a (faulty) Diana Baby 110 camera. The shutter on this camera was stuck on "B" even when it was set for "I" which should be around 1/100th sec. As a result all the negatives are hopelessly over exposed and exhibit spectacular camera shake, they were virtually unscanable, but I've managed to rescue some very grungy images. The film is Lomochrome Metropolis, but it is hardly shown off to its best in these!
These were taken for to accompany an interview I gave to Lomography Magazine about using 110 film in 2021.
www.lomography.com/magazine/346937-analogue-advocate-tony...
A faulty wheel bearing on the rear of this Algoma Central gondola ended up derailing several cars of a southbound WC freight on May 2nd, 1992. Ironically, the gondola was carrying rail sections. See sdl39hogger's photostream for another wheel bearing failure 10 years earlier in Oconomowoc, with similar results..... Tony Stelter photo
Taken with a (faulty) Diana Baby 110 camera. The shutter on this camera was stuck on "B" even when it was set for "I" which should be around 1/100th sec. As a result all the negatives are hopelessly over exposed and exhibit spectacular camera shake, they were virtually unscanable, but I've managed to rescue some very grungy images. The film is Lomochrome Metropolis, but it is hardly shown off to its best in these!
These were taken for to accompany an interview I gave to Lomography Magazine about using 110 film in 2021.
www.lomography.com/magazine/346937-analogue-advocate-tony...
With a faulty fourth wagon leaking lime,37706 climbs towards the summit at Peak Forest with the 9.30 Dowlow to Warrington Arpley "Enterprise"
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Finishing an ILFORD ORTHO PLUS film in CANON A-1 - some with YELLOW FILTER , processed in my HomeMade DIAFINE 2-bath Formula. LENS was a TOKINA AT-X 28-85mm f3.5-4.5 All exposures used MANUALLY as the 'Auto' on the A-1 was faulty -- NOW there was an INTERMITTENT OVER-EXPOSURE Fault on the ones with NO Filter -- too dense to scan so i have 'RETIRED' the A-1 for the moment. GRAIN was evident on enlargement -- maybe the DIAFINE is not so good for the Grain. Brentwood showing the Market -- YELLOW FILTER -- Scan was very SOFT -- I expected CONTRAST
Merton garage have blind problems again... they've clearly stuck a blind cut out on to the outside of front window screen with sellotape due to SOE30 having a faulty number blind behind stuck on blank underneath.
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Li rela’ us choq’ re li sahil ch’oolejil ka’ajwi’
eb’ li choqink li neke’xpo’resi xch’ool. c.web.de/@322030041695262892/2OIFnXsVS-6w8zt89LaiPw
Ma tento naq twanq junaq li na’leb’ jo’ a’in chirix li xwanjikeb’ laj puktesinel esil sa’ Belice malaj, jo’ sa’ Cuba, sa’ Alemania?
Relik chi yaal naq a’in naxk’uub’ rib’ ka’aj wi’ xb’aan li junjunq chi awa’b’ejilal re li tenamit.
Sa’ xk’ab’a’ a’an, relik chi yaal naq tintz’eqtaana yalaq k’a’ru chi k’oxlak chirix a’in.
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With this device here, only the light works.
The rest is well-suited for the enjoyment of just rushing noises.
Whether a similar situation regarding freedom of the press in Belize or Cuba should also somewhere else exist?
That, of course, is for the government of the respective country to decide.
Therefore I abstain, of course in any consideration from this.
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For the special pleasure of the rushing noises, please follow the link to the audio file above at Kekchì. Available until 30.12.2025
But beware: bother noises are not really a delight.
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Con este dispositivo aquí, sólo funciona la luz.
El resto está bien sólo para disfrutar de ruidos molestos.
¿Debería existir también en algún otro lugar una situación similar con respecto a la libertad de prensa en Belice o Cuba?
Eso, por supuesto, debe decidirlo el gobierno del país respectivo.
Por lo tanto me abstengo, por supuesto en cualquier consideración al respecto.
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Para disfrutar especialmente del ruido, siga el enlace al archivo de audio de arriba en Kekchì. Disponible hasta el 30.12.2025
Pero cuidado: los ruidos molestos no son realmente una delicia.
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Bei diesem Gerät hier, funktioniert nur das Licht. Der Rest ist gut geeignet für den Genuss nur rauschender Klänge.
Ob eine ähnliche Lage zur Pressefreiheit von Belize oder wie in Kuba, auch anderer Orts geben sollte?
Das Entscheidet natürlich ausschließlich die jeweilige Regierung des Landes. Infolge dessen enthalte ich mich natürlich dazu in jeglicher Betrachtung.
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Für den besonderen Genuss der Störgeräusche, bitte den Link zur Audiodatei oben bei Kekchì folgen. Aufrufbar bis 30.12.2025
Aber Achtung: Störgeräusche sind in Wahrheit keine Wonne.
Scotch on the rocks, faulty auto pilot or a Sunday slide, as it's Sunday here.
Got my drone back all repaired :)
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A compact experiment aimed at enhancing cybersecurity for future space missions is operational in Europe’s Columbus module of the International Space Station, running in part on a Raspberry Pi Zero computer costing just a few euros.
“Our CryptIC experiment is testing technological solutions to make encryption-based secure communication feasible for even the smallest of space missions,” explains ESA software product assurance engineer Emmanuel Lesser. “This is commonplace on Earth, using for example symmetric encryption where both sides of the communication link share the same encryption key.
“In orbit the problem has been that space radiation effects can compromise the key within computer memory causing ‘bit-flips’. This disrupts the communication, as the key on ground and the one in space no longer match. Up to now this had been a problem that requires dedicated – and expensive – rad-hardened devices to overcome.”
Satellites in Earth orbit might be physically remote, but still potentially vulnerable to hacking. Up until recently most satellite signals went unencrypted, and this remains true for many of the smallest, cheapest mission types, such as miniature CubeSats
But as services delivered by satellites of all sizes form an increasing element of everyday life, interest in assured satellite cybersecurity is growing, and a focus of ESA’s new Technology Strategy for this November’s Space19+ Ministerial Council
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CryptIC, or Cryptography ICE Cube, - the beige box towards the top of the image, has been a low-cost development, developed in-house by ESA’s Software Product Assurance section and flown on the ISS as part of the International Commercial Experiments service – ICE Cubes for short. ICE Cubes offer fast, simple and affordable access for research and technology experiments in microgravity using compact cubes. CryptIC measures just 10x10x10 cm.
“A major part of the experiment relies on a standard Raspberry Pi Zero computer,” adds Emmanuel. “This cheap hardware is more or less flying exactly as we bought it; the only difference is it has had to be covered with a plastic ‘conformal’ coating, to fulfil standard ISS safety requirements.”
The orbital experiment is operated simply via a laptop at ESA’s ESTEC
technical centre in the Netherlands, routed via the ICE Cubes operator, Space Applications Services in Brussels.
“We’re testing two related approaches to the encryption problem for non rad-hardened systems,” explains ESA Young Graduate Trainee Lukas Armborst. “The first is a method of re-exchanging the encryption key if it gets corrupted. This needs to be done in a secure and reliable way, to restore the secure link very quickly. This relies on a secondary fall-back base key, which is wired into the hardware so it cannot be compromised. However, this hardware solution can only be done for a limited number of keys, reducing flexibility.
“The second is an experimental hardware reconfiguration approach which can recover rapidly if the encryption key is compromised by radiation-triggered memory ‘bit flips’. A number of microprocessor cores are inside CryptIC as customisable, field-programmable gate arrays (FPGAs), rather than fixed computer chips. These cores are redundant copies of the same functionality. Accordingly, if one core fails then another can step in, while the faulty core reloads its configuration, thereby repairing itself.”
In addition the payload carries a compact ‘floating gate’ dosimeter to measure radiation levels co-developed by CERN, the European Organisation for Nuclear Research, as part of a broader cooperation agreement
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And as a guest payload, a number of computer flash memories are being evaluated for their orbital performance, a follow-on version of ESA’s ‘Chimera’ experiment which flew on last year’s GomX-4B CubeSat
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The experiment had its ISS-mandated electromagnetic compatibility testing carried out in ESTEC’s EMC Laboratory
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“CryptIC has now completed commissioning and is already returning radiation data, being shared with our CERN colleagues,” adds Emmanuel. “Our encryption testing is set to begin in a few weeks, once we’ve automated the operating process, and is expected to run continuously for at least a year.”
Credits: ESA; CC BY-SA 3.0 IGO
After the gradual descent from Whernside the ground suddenly starts to drop steeply down to the Wenning Valley. The limestone scars mark the line of the Craven Fault which runs for miles north of the A65 and accounts for many Yorkshire landmarks such as Giggleswick Scar and Malham Cove.
A faulty Bright Tech Bright 🔆 Dot display in bits, this is 2 of 3 boards in the display. This one is working correctly board 1 all the green leds stay on board 3 don't work at all. I've swapped some parts around and now all 3 displays show text however board 3 that I swapped with board 1 still has all the green leds working and not just the one's behind the text. Still its an improvement.