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Regno Unito, Kent, Margate, Inverno 2014
La storia della città è legata strettamente al mare e ha una fiera tradizione marittima. Per circa 250 anni, Margate è stata delle più importanti località balneari del Regno Unito, contendendo a Scarborough, Whitby e Brighton il titolo della prima stazione balneare dell'Inghilterra. Come Brighton e Southend, Margate è stata tristemente nota per i violenti scontri tra mods e rockers negli anni ‘60, e mods e skinheads negli anni ‘80. Intorno al 1786, Turner, il celebre pittore romantico paesaggistico inglese, si trasferì a Margate e qui ha produsse una serie di disegni della città e la zona circostante prefigurando il suo lavoro successivo. Turner tornò a Margate molte volte nella vita adulta.
The town's history is tied closely to the sea and it has a proud maritime tradition. For at least 250 years, Margate has been a leading seaside resort in the UK, vying with Scarborough, Whitby and Brighton for the title of England's first seaside resort. Like Brighton and Southend, Margate was infamous for gang violence between mods and rockers in the 1960s, and mods and skinheads in the 1980s. Around 1786, Turner, the famous british Romantic landscape painter, was sent to Margate and here he produced a series of drawings of the town and surrounding area foreshadowing his later work. Turner returned to Margate many times in later life.
Shakespeare
MacBeth, act 5, scene 1
"Out, damned spot; out, I say. One, two,—why, then ’tis time to do’t. Hell is murky. Fie, my lord, fie, a soldier and afeard? What need we fear who knows it when none can call our power to account? Yet who would have thought the old man to have had so much blood in him?"
These words are spoken by Lady Macbeth as she sleepwalks through Macbeth’s castle on the eve of his battle against Macduff and Malcolm. Earlier in the play, she possessed a stronger resolve and sense of purpose than her husband and was the driving force behind their plot to kill Duncan. When Macbeth believed his hand was irreversibly bloodstained earlier in the play, Lady Macbeth had told him, “A little water clears us of this deed”. Now, however, she too sees blood. She is completely undone by guilt and descends into madness. It may be a reflection of her mental and emotional state that she is not speaking in verse; this is one of the few moments in the play when a major character—save for the witches, who speak in four-foot couplets—strays from iambic pentameter. Her inability to sleep was foreshadowed in the voice that her husband thought he heard while killing the king—a voice crying out that Macbeth was murdering sleep. And her delusion that there is a bloodstain on her hand furthers the play’s use of blood as a symbol of guilt. “What need we fear who knows it when none can call our power to account?” she asks, asserting that as long as her and her husband’s power is secure, the murders they committed cannot harm them. But her guilt-racked state and her mounting madness show how hollow her words are. So, too, does the army outside her castle. “Hell is murky,” she says, implying that she already knows that darkness intimately. The pair, in their destructive power, have created their own hell, where they are tormented by guilt and insanity.
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Early morning sun begins to light up Clements Mountain. Foreground wildflowers eagerly await the light.
The patch of snow on the mountain, looking like a seated Mountain Goat, foreshadows what we will see further on the trail.
Even though it was a super small crowd at the Bourbon a few weeks ago - (I'd say a majority of the crowd were friends of the bands that played) it was a pleasant treat to see two bands that took advantage of the good acoustics and stage ambience.
Mikey from the Barcelona Chair was really looking to playing with Bells Clanging. I remember a few years back I saw a band called Bontempi that opened for the Stars at the Commodore but they shortly disbanded after that - or maybe they took a break - but they were great. There's a connection to Bontempi and Bells Clanging with a few bandmates. This night they didn't have the full band but still the effort of lead guitarist and vocals Jason Starnes was impressive..and to foreshadow was is to come - I went to the last show ever of "Kids these Days" featuring Jason Starnes along with members of Octoberman, Tailor Island and Mohawk Lodge - another impressive local lineup.
Location: Cursed Marches - Temple of Decay, World of Ruin
The Mana Beast of Decay awaits in the Forsaken Isle, buried deep beneath the Temple of Decay. When the Calamity fell from the sky, the four types of Mana (Lightning, Fire, Ice, Decay) were each sealed away inside an ancient Guardian, to prevent The World Eater from absorbing them into it's being. The existence of Mana and the Guardians has been lost to time.
This is not a numbered episode in the series, just a deeper look into the lore of the story, and foreshadowing what is to come.
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In advance of their 1971 beauty pageant, General Idea created this image of the Spirit of Miss General Idea. It foreshadowed the pageant’s interplay of ambiguity, performance, fashion and humour. Striking a dramatic pose and lifting their skirt, the subject wears tight leather from head to toe, including their pumps and cloak. In spite of the title “Miss”, the Spirit of Miss General Idea is gender nonconforming, reflecting the way the artists were thinking about gender at the time.
Here is a foreshadow to one of the yards I will feature this year. The yard was built around the concept of hosting patio parties and easy clean up, with all the elements and balance that I strive to incorporate into any design that I create. This has been a tough challenge,as the client had to learn to trust my judgement, and was elated from start to finish.
Between March 1941 and March 1943 a small section of the Podgórze district of Kraków was walled off and served as a holding pen, or ghetto, for about 15,000 Jewish residents of Kraków. Podgórze is a suburb of Kraków lying on the south side of the Vistula River while the main city lies on the north side. Podgórze is not very big and only part of it was walled off. You can walk from one side of the ghetto area to the other in less than five minutes. A dozen small streets that had been home to around 3,000 people suddenly became home to 15,000 people.
The Ghetto was surrounded by the newly built walls that kept it separated from the rest of the city. In a grim foreshadowing of the near future, these walls contained brick panels in the shape of tombstones. All windows and doors that opened onto the "Aryan" side were ordered to be bricked up. Only four guarded entrances allowed traffic to pass in or out.
Kraków, Lesser Poland, Poland
Have not posted any new builds recently, so here is a little something to foreshadow on what theme I have been working on lately. The larger build is not depicted in this scene, but this is too iconic of a scene not to build.
This photo was taken in 1966. It is from a Kodachrome slide taken during my trip to the USSR.
Saint Basil's Cathedral
The Cathedral of Vasily the Blessed (Russian: Собо́р Васи́лия Блаже́нного, tr. Sobór Vasíliya Blazhénnogo), commonly known as Saint Basil's Cathedral, is an Orthodox church in Red Square of Moscow, and is one of the most popular cultural symbols of Russia. The building, now a museum, is officially known as the Cathedral of the Intercession of the Most Holy Theotokos on the Moat, or Pokrovsky Cathedral. It was built from 1555 to 1561 on orders from Ivan the Terrible and commemorates the capture of Kazan and Astrakhan. It was the city's tallest building until the completion of the Ivan the Great Bell Tower in 1600.
The original building, known as Trinity Church and later Trinity Cathedral, contained eight chapels arranged around a ninth, central chapel dedicated to the Intercession; a tenth chapel was erected in 1588 over the grave of the venerated local saint Vasily (Basil). In the 16th and 17th centuries, the church, perceived (as with all churches in Byzantine Christianity) as the earthly symbol of the Heavenly City, was popularly known as the "Jerusalem" and served as an allegory of the Jerusalem Temple in the annual Palm Sunday parade attended by the Patriarch of Moscow and the Tsar.
The cathedral has nine domes (each one corresponding to a different church) and is shaped like the flame of a bonfire rising into the sky, a design that has no parallel in Russian architecture. Dmitry Shvidkovsky, in his book Russian Architecture and the West, states that "it is like no other Russian building. Nothing similar can be found in the entire millennium of Byzantine tradition from the fifth to the fifteenth century ... a strangeness that astonishes by its unexpectedness, complexity and dazzling interleaving of the manifold details of its design." The cathedral foreshadowed the climax of Russian national architecture in the 17th century.
As part of the program of state atheism, the church was confiscated from the Russian Orthodox community as part of the Soviet Union's antireligious campaigns and has operated as a division of the State Historical Museum since 1928. It was completely secularized in 1929, and remains a federal property of the Russian Federation. The church has been part of the Moscow Kremlin and Red Square UNESCO World Heritage Site since 1990. With the dissolution of the Soviet Union in 1991, weekly Orthodox Christian services with prayer to St. Basil have been restored since 1997.
Seville is the city which story is closely connected with life and death of great discoverer of the New World. Inside Sevilla's Cathedral near southern door stands the Tomb of Christopher Columbus, an elaborate monument dating from 1902 with four sepulchre-bearers representing the four kingdoms of Spain at the time of Columbus' initial 1492 voyage: Castile, León, Aragón and Navarra.
Christopher Columbus (c. 1451 – 20 May 1506) was a great explorer whose voyages across the Atlantic Ocean led to general European awareness of the American continents in the Western Hemisphere. With his four voyages of exploration and several attempts at establishing a settlement on the island of Hispaniola, all funded by Isabella I of Castile, he initiated the process of Spanish colonization which foreshadowed general European colonization of the "New World" now known as America. I’m not going to tell here about all Columbus explorations. It’s even not about his last, forth voyage, just about his last return to Spain...
... On September 12, 1504., Christopher Columbus did many things for the last time. The ship he had come in from Jamaica had been refitted and placed under the command of his brother Bartholomew, and he had bought another small caravel in which he and his son were to sail. For the last time he superintended those details of fitting out and provisioning which were now so familiar to him; for the last time he walked in the streets of San Domingo and mingled with the direful activities of his colony; he looked last time at the place where the vital scenes of his life had been set, for the last time weighed anchor, and took his last farewell of the seas and islands of his discovery. It was his last return... Wind and sea rose up as though to make a last bitter attack upon the man who had disclosed their mysteries and betrayed their secrets. Horrible storm dismasted his ship, so that he was obliged to transfer himself and his son to Bartholomew's caravel and send the disabled vessel back to Espanola. The shouting sea, as though encouraged by this triumph, hurled tempest after tempest upon the one lonely small ship that was staggering on its way to Spain; and the duel between this great seaman and the vast elemental power that he had so often outwitted began in earnest. It was difficult time for the sailors but finally the sea falls back disappointed and finally conquered by Christopher Columbus, whose ship, battered, crippled, and strained, comes back out of the wilderness of waters and glides quietly into the smooth harbor of San Lucar, November 7, 1504. There were no guns or bells to greet the Admiral; his only salute was in the thunder of the conquered seas; and he was carried ashore to San Lucar, and thence to Seville, a sick and broken man...
Columbus remained in Seville from November 1504 to May 1505, when he joined the Court at Segovia and afterwards at Salamanca and Valladolid, where he remained till his death in May 1506. Columbus's remains were first interred at Valladolid, then at the monastery of La Cartuja in Seville by the will of his son Diego, who had been governor of Hispaniola. In 1542 the remains were transferred to Santo Domingo, in eastern Hispaniola. In 1795 the French took over Hispaniola, and the remains were moved to Havana, Cuba. After Cuba became independent following the Spanish-American War in 1898, the remains were moved back to Spain, to the Cathedral of Seville, where they were placed on an elaborate catafalque...
At his death, Columbus was still convinced that his journeys had been along the east coast of Asia. The New World he explored was called by the name of another traveler but Columbus’ heroic exploit will be never forgotten in Spain and all World...
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Tiny 'crab spider' rescued (I think female Tharrhalea evanida) from the Thai Basil leaves I was preparing for dinner. I see these spiders occasionally in the garden, typically hiding in partially curled leaves. This gridiron 'first down' position foreshadows the sudden speed it can muster to escape being photographed. Body length about 4mm.
It is late December 2015 and Tehachapi's rolling foothills have already began to take on a nice shade of green, foreshadowing the fantastic spring colors to come in early 2016. Through the cool of that early winter morning the labored roar of eastbound tonnage fills the foothills as morning clouds begin to give way to sunlight. Finding one of the sunlight pockets is the train's lead motor, a then nearly new UP ET45AH #2600, which at the time was one of one-hundred (2570-2669) 'tier-IV' GEVOs assigned to the I-5 power pool.
UP 2600 ~ QRVWC ~ Allard Horseshoe, California
Union Pacific's Mojave Subdivision
12.29.2015
The former Reading coal dock at Rutherford was still standing in 1994 as eastbound TV-212 blasted past.
Conrail B36-7 5020 was leading another B36-7 and a Norfolk Southern U23B which foreshadowed the eventual Norfolk Southern takeover of this line in 1999.
The entire area here has been repurposed as an intermodal yard.
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This property is a house with romantic aspirations palace.
There is evidence of a decorative styles updated in a few plasters, that the figures of mythology assert themselves as art-new, these are undoubtedly elements of greater artistic value of this home.
The tiled facade is a foreshadow of the Interior, all this home is a statement of social status.
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Este imóvel é uma casa romântica com aspirações a palacete.
Há indícios de uma actualização decorativa no estilos de alguns estuques, que pelas figuras de mitologia se afirmam como arte-nova, estes, são sem dúvida os elementos de maior valor artístico desta casa.
A sua fachada revestida a azulejos é um prenuncio dos interiores, pois em tudo esta casa é uma afirmação de estatuto social.
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Norfolk Southern C30-7 8009 was leading SD40-2s 1615/3218 and PLM SD40 3104 on D&H train 555 near Longswamp on Conrail's Reading Line in 1992.
Little did we know at the time that in 1999 this trackage would become Norfolk Southern's and that Conrail would cease to exist.
With parent company Iowa Pacific having financial issues, the future of the Saratoga and North Creek Railway may be uncertain. Yesterday's train certainly showed signs of leaner times with just one engine (SLRG GP40FH-2 #4135), one dome car, and one coach. This well-known photo location just north of Stony Creek, NY has been open for years due to the 1000 Acres Golf Course being here. However, the golf course closed not too long ago, as evidenced by the overgrown golf cart path in the foreground. Hopefully the golf course's closing is not a foreshadowing of what will happen with the railroad, and--if nothing else--let's hope that Warren County never tears up its portion the former D&H Adirondack Branch in favor of yet another bike trail.
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London General ran extra buses on the 108 today because of the Jubilee line closure between North Greenwich and Stratford, MEC14 (BD09ZPU) is running on the 108U between North Greenwich and Stratford.
Foreshadowing, anyone?
Seen outside the O2
Pontsteiger, Houthavens Amsterdam, NL - arons en gelauff architecten
The building is located at the end of a 200 metre dam that projects into the water of the river IJ. The unusual form was designed with apartment dwellers’ preferences in mind: residential demand is highest either at the top of high rises (penthouse views) or at the base to connect to the liveliness at city level. In the Pontsteiger design concept the part in between is simply minimized. The large building consists of a six floor low rise block that wraps around a plaza on the waterfront. Two slender 60 metre towers at the open end of this block frame the river view. The towers carry a bridge spanning 48 metres rising to a height of 90 metres above the city. The result is an iconic building that foreshadows Amsterdam’s growth of high rise buildings around the river IJ.
The building is elevated 7 metres and set upon a base of four pavilions. The glazed pavilions accommodate lobbies, restaurants, bars and cafes. A marina for the residents of Pontsteiger is located at the Westside. The public space on ground level provides access to the water on all sides and creates views across the river in every direction. Despite its scale, the buildings elevated volume creates an astonishing light-footed presence on site and a constantly changing appearance different from every part of the city.
Pontsteiger, Houthavens Amsterdam, NL - arons en gelauff architecten
The building is located at the end of a 200 metre dam that projects into the water of the river IJ. The unusual form was designed with apartment dwellers’ preferences in mind: residential demand is highest either at the top of high rises (penthouse views) or at the base to connect to the liveliness at city level. In the Pontsteiger design concept the part in between is simply minimized. The large building consists of a six floor low rise block that wraps around a plaza on the waterfront. Two slender 60 metre towers at the open end of this block frame the river view. The towers carry a bridge spanning 48 metres rising to a height of 90 metres above the city. The result is an iconic building that foreshadows Amsterdam’s growth of high rise buildings around the river IJ.
A morning walk along Tomales Bay, a gentle breeze on my face and the moist smell of the dew laden grasses as they patiently await the arrival of the sun. A colorful flotilla of sailboats bob on the bay foreshadowing a day of leisure, where all things decide to be just what they are--no more, no less. It feels good to rest in a moment like this.
Happy Slider's Sunday everyone.
Inverness, CA
My previous holiday greeting correctly foreshadowed how my 2025 would go and it feels like I've been through a rotary this year... I'm certainly hoping for a happier and healthier 2026; and as I sit here in a downtown KC hotel on Christmas Day, I'm cautiously optimistic. I wish you and yours all the best for the holiday season and into the new year.
Image: BNSF 972558 leads D-LINCOR1-07S near Portsmouth, IA, on March 8, 2025.
Eta Carinae is a mysterious, extremely bright and unstable star located a mere stone's throw - astronomically speaking - from Earth at a distance of only about 7,500 light years. The star is thought to be consuming its nuclear fuel at an incredible rate, while quickly drawing closer to its ultimate explosive demise. When Eta Carinae does explode, it will be a spectacular fireworks display seen from Earth, perhaps rivaling the moon in brilliance. Its fate has been foreshadowed by the recent discovery of SN2006gy, a supernova in a nearby galaxy that was the brightest stellar explosion ever seen. The erratic behavior of the star that later exploded as SN2006gy suggests that Eta Carinae may explode at any time.
Eta Carinae, a star between 100 and 150 times more massive than the Sun, is near a point of unstable equilibrium where the star's gravity is almost balanced by the outward pressure of the intense radiation generated in the nuclear furnace. This means that slight perturbations of the star might cause enormous ejections of matter from its surface. In the 1840s, Eta Carinae had a massive eruption by ejecting more than 10 times the mass of the sun, to briefly become the second brightest star in the sky. This explosion would have torn most other stars to pieces but somehow Eta Carinae survived.
This 2007 composite image shows the remnants of that titanic event with new data from NASA's Chandra X-ray Observatory and the Hubble Space Telescope. The blue regions show the cool optical emission, detected by Hubble, from the dust and gas thrown off the star. This debris forms a bipolar shell around the star, which lies near the brightest point of the optical emission. This bipolar shell is itself surrounded by a ragged cloud of fainter material. An unusual jet points from the star to the upper left.
Chandra's data, depicted in orange and yellow, shows the X-ray emission produced as material thrown off Eta Carinae rams into nearby gas and dust, heating gas to temperatures in excess of a million degrees.
Image credit: X-ray: NASA/CXC/GSFC/M.Corcoran et al.; Optical: NASA/STScI
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A section of the famous formal Renaissance gardens of the Château de Villandry, Loire Valley, France
Some background information:
The Château de Villandry is a large château located in the village of Villandry, in the French department of Indre-et-Loire. The palace sits in the Val de Loire in the former Touraine region, about 15 km (9.3 miles) to the southwest of the city of Tours. Both village and Château de Villandry are also situated on the Cher River Cher and Villandry is the last commune before the Cher River issues into the Loire River.
In medieval times, a stronghold named Colombier stood on the spot of today’s Château de Villandry. It was built in the 12th century and in 1189, it was that fortress, where the English King Henry II Plantagenet signed the Peace of Colombier after his defeat by King Philip II of France. In the early 16th century, the estate was acquired by the nobleman Jean Le Breton. He was the minister of finance of the then French King Francis I and also the Controller-General for War.
After having bought the lands, De Breton had the old Gothic castle torn down. Only the foundations and the former donjon from the 14th century remained. Around this keep the new palace and its gardens were built and finished in 1536. The Château de Villandry is one of the last châteaus in the Loire Valley that were constructed in the Renaissance style. Its architecture lacks both any Italian influence and decorative medival elements like turrets or murdering holes. Hence, the architectural style is very French, already foreshadowing the architecture of the châteaus d’Anet and Fontainebleau, which were built later during the reign of King Henry IV of France.
The mansion remained in possession of the family De Breton for more than two centuries, but in 1754, Michel-Ange, Marquis de Castellane, bought the estate. He had the palace rebuilt according to the standards of the 18th century and even the beautiful Renaissance gardens were converted into an English-style landscaped garden, which met the taste of the time.
As a consequence of the French Revolution, the Château de Villandry was confiscated. But at the beginning of the 19th century, the French Emperor Napoleon Bonaparte acquired it for his brother Joseph Bonaparte. In 1823, the estate was bought by the noble family Hainguerlot, who kept it for almost a century. In 1906, Joachim Carvallo purchased the property and poured an enormous amount of time, money and devotion into repairing it and creating what many consider to be the most beautiful gardens anywhere.
These formal Renaissance gardens, restored according to original plans, include a water garden, ornamental flower gardens, and also vegetable gardens. The gardens are laid out in formal patterns created with low box hedges. In 1920, both castle and gardens were opened to the public and in 1934, the estate was designated a national historic monument.
Today’s owner is Henri Carvallo, the great-grandson of Joachim Carvallo. Since 2000, the Château de Villandry and its gardens belong to the UNESCO Word Heritage Site "The Loire Valley between Sully-sur-Loire and Chalonnes" with its many breathtaking châteaux. Altogether there are more than 400 of them in the Loire region.
A Happy New Year 2023 to all of you!
This was a very popular photo spot for our little group, mainly because it was so close to our cabin that we could easily walk down there with...say...a cup of coffee in hand to get in a few morning shots. Such as this one, which I took the last morning of the trip. The trickiest part about this shot was making sure my coffee cup wasn't in the frame :) What can I say, when you're operating on an average of 3-4 hours of sleep per night, you will miss some really obvious shot-killers...
By the way, I'm paying for that sleep deprivation now. Almost as soon as I got back home I was clobbered by a killer cold. Being awake this late probably isn't helping, so I'm going to post this and climb into bed.
I hope everyone's week is going swimmingly.
-Lorenzo
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Day 5
That night was cold, peaceful and uneventful. I photographed a little at sunrise, ate breakfast, and continued on to the next lake. My first task was to cross over a creek that was wide with few crossings, but I managed to find a narrower place where I could jump. Then came the task of contouring the ridgeline until I reached the next outflow creek tumbling down from the lower of the lobe lakes. Once I found it, I turned to follow it upstream into the next cirque.
The lowest lake had underwater channels eroded into the glacial sediment that were a turquoise blue compared to the rest of the lakebed. It was very interesting to see such a thing. As I navigated around this lake, I got my first glimpse of my next climb: a steep bench wall, above which was my destination for the day, the upper lobe lake. Before starting that ascent, I found a long-abandoned campfire circle along the forested northern shore of this lower lake and took a nap.
Upon waking, I started the climb up the bench wall, zigzagging my way up from the bottom and, in some places, needing to use both hands and feet. The view from the climb was stunning, with Pilot Knob rising above Piute Canyon and the lower lake half-hidden by trees far below. Above me, I could see the pine trees swaying wildly in strong winds—a foreshadowing of what was to come.
As soon as I finished the climb and crested the bench, strong winds tried to push me back down, almost as if they were guarding this upper lake. Upper Lobe Lake also had turquoise channels cut into its glacial sediment. I explored the entire lakeshore and surrounding groves of pines wildly swaying in the wind, and not a single campsite did I find—not even a decent flat piece of ground that I could turn into one. I explored a little bit more and finally found one exposed site on a peninsula in the full wrath of the wind.
I took off my pack here and rested as the wind howled. I may have even taken a restless nap.
Later, I explored into the moraine fields in the small valley above the lake that funneled the wind into its narrow channel, causing it to rage even stronger. A wide and shallow creek wound its way through the rocky terrain. The jagged rocks seemed to form a patchwork in the shallow water, and they were easy stepping stones to keep my feet dry as I jumped from one to the other.
Once I got as far as I could go, I turned around and headed back. In some places, the creek narrowed and deepened, and as I walked by these pools, fish darted away from my shadow.
When I returned to my pack, I waited late into the afternoon for the wind to subside, but it never did. I like wind, like when the breeze gently wispers in pines, or chatters amoung the aspens, it is a sound that brings me peace and removes stress, but when the wind is this aggressive for so long without even a natural shelter, all it does is erode my patience. So, I decided to head back down to the lower lake, where there had been no wind, because I feared that if I stayed the night here and the wind continued, sleep would be a challenge.
I followed a different route down than the one I climbed up and once I reached the bottom, I followed the outflow creek as it twisted through pine forest and meadows dotted with tiny white flowers. The wind thankfully did not follow me and I found a nice place to camp on a small hill above the meadows.
I spent some time photographing them, then went back to my camp.
It was now that the loneliness set in. It was brought about by a combination of several things: the strange events of yesterday afternoon, the relentless wind at the upper lake, and missing Debbie. Loneliness is rare for me out here—I usually feel right at home in the wilderness far from other people. Though I do enjoy chatting with and hiking alongside others when we cross paths, but once we go our separate ways again, the solitude is a welcomed experience. But now all I wanted was people—more specifically, I wanted Debbie—and tears flowed down my cheeks.
Yesterday’s lake and this one I was at today have no trails leading to them, which means fewer people make the effort to reach them. Tomorrow’s lake, Honeymoon, does have a trail climbing up to it from the main trail, which means there is a much greater chance of seeing other people there. So, I made the emotionally charged decision to try to reach it a day early, even though it was going to be sunset in just over two hours—not enough time to cross-country my way to it. But the thought of people made it seem worth it. This was not a smart decision.
I packed up my backpack once again and began heading in the direction of Honeymoon Lake. Staying high and trying not to drop down to the main trail in the bottom of the canyon 500 ft below, I contoured the ridge that separated Lobe Cirque from Honeymoon Cirque. The trees cast long shadows through the hazy air, and the shallow sun floated just above the tops of the mountains as I navigated my way through the thick woods. Just up ahead, I could see a clearing, and instantly, my hopes of reaching Honeymoon Lake shattered.
Entering the clearing, I saw what I feared: a cliff. There was no way down or around without doubling back and descending deep into the canyon.
Despite the barrier that shattered my goal, born out of desperation, the view up here was breathtaking. Hazy blue smoke filled the trough of the thick forested canyon, while distant peaks rose high above the thick air. With the loneliness now forgotten, I took some time to photograph the view, then I turned around and went back to the campsite on the hill above the meadows.
As the foreground of condos rises up in the street in front of me, the easterly view of summer sunrises I have been enjoying since 2008 will be blocked off. The cranes foreshadow the end of this great vantage point.
Departing Cheyenne up Main Track 3 to Speer on the UP Laramie Sub. is the "Great Race to Ogden" special running as UP Train PCYRW1 04 behind a steam doubleheader consisting of Big Boy 4-8-8-4 #4014 and FEF-3 4-8-4 #844. The iconic pair is headed for Spike 150 events in Utah commemorating the Transcontinental Railroad Sesquicentennial between the Union Pacific and Central Pacific at Promontory Point, UT on May 10, 1869.
UP 4014 is on its first trip after a 5 year restoration after being being acquired from RailGiants Train Museum in 2014, ending 59 years of hiatus from operation. 4014 was built by ALCO in November 1941 with a builder number 69585. The engine last ran on July 21, 1959 and was the second to last Big Boy to operate. It then spent 1962-2014 on public display at the Los Angeles Fairplex in Pomona, CA.
UP originally planned to call these locomotives the Wasatch type, for the mountains they were built to traverse. Scrawled on the smokebox is the nickname they were affectionately given before the first one was completed, by an ALCO worker at the factory in Schenectady, NY in 1941. Part of the graffiti included a "V" for victory, foreshadowing the United States' imminent entry into World War II; a war these 25 engines helped win.
Behind the Big Boy of course is UP 844 in a rare trailing position behind the star of the hour. I never imagined in my life I'd ever see a UP steam doubleheader, much less one led by a 4-8-8-4. It was an incredible sight and sound, and I'm very glad we got to go see it on the first trip.
Locomotives: UP 4014, UP 844, UP 8937
5-4-19
Speer, WY
Beneath the vivid hues of this eye-shaped cloud, named Abell 78, a tale of stellar life and death is unfolding. At the centre of the nebula, a dying star – not unlike our Sun – which shed its outer layers on its way to oblivion has, for a brief period of time, come back to echo its past glory.
Releasing their outer shells is the usual fate for any star with a mass of 0.8–8 times that of the Sun. Having exhausted the nuclear fuel in their cores after burning for billions of years, these stars collapse to become dense, hot white dwarf stars. Around them, the ejected material strikes the ambient gas and dust, creating beautiful clouds known as ‘planetary nebulas’. This curious name was adopted by 18th-century astronomers who discovered these ‘puffing’ stars and thought their round shape similar to that of planets.
However, the resurgence to life seen in this image is an exceptional event for a planetary nebula. Only a handful of such born-again stars have been discovered, and here the intricate shape of the cloud’s glowing material gives away its turbulent history.
Although nuclear burning of hydrogen and helium had ceased in the core of the dying star, causing it to collapse under its own weight and its envelope to expand into a bubble, some of the star’s outer layers became so dense that fusion of helium resumed there.
The renewed nuclear activity triggered another, much faster wind, blowing more material away. The interplay between old and new outflows has shaped the cloud’s complex structure, including the radial filaments that can be seen streaming from the collapsing star at the centre.
The interaction between slow and fast winds gusting in the environment of Abell 78 heated the gas to over a million degrees, making it shine brightly in X-rays. Astronomers detected this hot gas with ESA’s XMM-Newton space observatory, revealing striking similarities with another born-again planetary nebula, Abell 30.
This three-colour image combines X-ray data collected in 2013 by XMM-Newton (blue) with optical observations obtained using two special filters that reveal the glow of oxygen (green) and helium (red). The optical data were gathered in 2014 with the Andalusian Faint Object Spectrograph and Camera at the Nordic Optical Telescope on La Palma, in the Canary Islands. A study of the X-ray emission from Abell 78 is presented in a paper by J.A. Toalá et al. 2015.
Credit: ESA/XMM-Newton/J.A. Toalá et al. 2015
La catedral de la Intercesión de la Virgen junto al foso (en ruso Собор Покрова что на Рву), más conocida como Catedral de San Basilio, es un templo ortodoxo localizado en la Plaza Roja de la ciudad de Moscú, Rusia. Es famosa mundialmente por sus cúpulas en forma de bulbo. A pesar de lo que se suele pensar popularmente, la Catedral de San Basilio no es ni la sede del Patriarca Ortodoxo de Moscú, ni la catedral principal de la capital rusa, pues en ambos casos es la Catedral de Cristo Salvador. Como parte de la Plaza Roja, la catedral de San Basilio fue incluida desde 1990, junto con el conjunto del Kremlin, en la lista de Patrimonio de la Humanidad de Unesco.
La construcción de la catedral fue ordenada por el zar Iván el Terrible para conmemorar la conquista del Kanato de Kazán, y se realizó entre 1555 y 1561. En 1588 el zar Teodoro I de Rusia mandó que se agregara una nueva capilla en el lado este de la construcción, sobre la tumba de San Basilio el Bendito, santo por el cual se empezó a llamar popularmente la catedral.
San Basilio se encuentra en el extremo sureste de la Plaza Roja, justo frente a la Torre Spásskaya (la Torre del Salvador) del Kremlin y la iglesia de San Juan Bautista en Dyákovo.
En un jardín frente a la iglesia se levanta el Monumento a Minin y Pozharsky, una estatua de bronce en honor a Dmitri Pozharski y Kuzmá Minin, quienes reunieron voluntarios para el ejército que luchó contra los invasores polacos durante el conocido como Período Tumultuoso.
El concepto inicial era construir un grupo de capillas, dedicadas a cada uno de los santos en cuyo día el zar ganó una batalla, pero la construcción de una torre central unifica estos espacios en una sola catedral.
La leyenda dice que el zar Iván dejó ciego al arquitecto Póstnik Yákovlev para evitar que proyectara una construcción que pudiera superar a esta, aunque parece claro que no se trata más que de una fabulación, ya que Yákovlev participó, pasados unos años, en la construcción del Kremlin de Kazán.
La catedral de San Basilio no debe confundirse con el Kremlin de Moscú, que está situado al lado de ésta en la Plaza Roja, y por tanto no forma parte de él. Aun así, muchos medios confunden ambas construcciones.
Fuente: Wikipedia
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The Cathedral of Vasily the Blessed (Russian: Собор Василия Блаженного), commonly known as Saint Basil's Cathedral, is a church in Red Square in Moscow, Russia. The building, now a museum, is officially known as the Cathedral of the Intercession of the Most Holy Theotokos on the Moat (Russian: Собор Покрова пресвятой Богородицы, что на Рву) or Pokrovsky Cathedral (Russian: Покровский собор). It was built from 1555–61 on orders from Ivan the Terrible and commemorates the capture of Kazan and Astrakhan. A world famous landmark, it was the city's tallest building until the completion of the Ivan the Great Bell Tower in 1600.
The original building, known as Trinity Church and later Trinity Cathedral, contained eight side churches arranged around the ninth, central church of Intercession; the tenth church was erected in 1588 over the grave of venerated local saint Vasily (Basil). In the 16th and 17th centuries, the church, perceived as the earthly symbol of the Heavenly City, as happens to all churches in Byzantine Christianity, was popularly known as the "Jerusalem" and served as an allegory of the Jerusalem Temple in the annual Palm Sunday parade attended by the Patriarch of Moscow and the tsar.
The building is shaped as a flame of a bonfire rising into the sky, a design that has no analogues in Russian architecture. Dmitry Shvidkovsky, in his book Russian Architecture and the West, states that "it is like no other Russian building. Nothing similar can be found in the entire millennium of Byzantine tradition from the fifth to fifteenth century ... a strangeness that astonishes by its unexpectedness, complexity and dazzling interleaving of the manifold details of its design." The cathedral foreshadowed the climax of Russian national architecture in the 17th century.
As part of the program of state atheism, the church was confiscated from the Russian Orthodox community as part of the Soviet Union's anti-theist campaigns and has operated as a division of the State Historical Museum since 1928. It was completely and forcefully secularized in 1929 and remains a federal property of the Russian Federation. The church has been part of the Moscow Kremlin and Red Square UNESCO World Heritage Site since 1990. It is occasionally mislabeled as the Kremlin owing to its location on Red Square in immediate proximity of the Kremlin.
Source: Wikipedia
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y Twmpath (welsh)
The Mound in modern English,
It was called, in the old tongue,”y Twmpath”
Welsh for The mound
The area known as ”y Twmpath” was not really a mound, actually more of a small bald mountain that overlooked a wide valley.
”y Twmpath” had always been as void of any type of vegetation as that valley below was lush and green with.
The ancient ones, Druid Wisemen, used it for their most important ceremonies but only during the daylight for ”y Twmpath” became " strong in voice" as twilight came with the rising moon. So at nightfall, those ceremonial rituals were performed at ”y Twmpath’s” feet.
Through those early times, the area saw many different invaders who took over the valley. Driving away the Druid elders, they ignored their warnings and attempted to conquer the hill.
Various outposts were built by these newcomers to have an overlook over the valley.
And one by one those outposts were destroyed in a chillingly similar manner.
Soon after one of these outposts was finished and occupied ….Always around the time Calan Gaeaf or Sauin (The roots of which Halloween is derived)…
Dark clouds would amass and swirl around the mountain, and in the night, unleash terrifying lightning storms that seemed to roll down from ”y Twmpath’s” and wrack carnage to the valley below.
With the light of day, as the valley occupants emerged to survey the damage, they would discover that whatever structure had been built upon” y Twmpath” was gone, along with any man who had been garrisoned there.
Then, In an attempt to consecrate and make holy the ”y Twmpath” a group of missionary priests built a brick chapel on a small ridge located halfway up the mountain. It lasted for two years before the discovery was made one morning by superstitious villagers that the chapel had been deserted. Further exploration of ”y Twmpath”, in full daylight, discovered the bodies of the missionary priests laid out in a circle at the top of the hill. A crucifix from the chapel plunged upside down in the Centre.
No one dared to build another structure upon it after that…
So these were the legends that made their way to more modern days when sayings like “beyond the pale” became meaningless with electricity and the Telegraph.
And though the legends were told, and scoffed at, the small village in the valley below grew into a large city, that surrounded ”y Twmpath” seemingly giving a wide berth around the small mountain.
Then in 1888 one of the city’s richest men, A heralded Lord, Eric Macmillan, who was a widower with two children, took a much younger lass as his new bride. A wealthy American lady with grand ideas and plans.
She would not settle for a mansion in the city. Her abode had to be above all the others.
Literally….
Without heeding the warnings, she had her lovestruck husband build a stone house upon ”y Twmpath” as to overlook the valley. As a Queen would overlook her peasants.
The great house was built within 3 years without issue. And many believed that the old tales about ”y Twmpath” were merely children’s Nursury tales to keep young ones from exploring the dark shadowy mountain.
It was early spring when the mansion was completed. A great stone structure with looming towers and arched windows and doorways. Upon ”y Twmpath’s” bald top it stood out with a quite ominous presence.
The small family soon were moved in. The wealthy Lord, his wife, and the two children. A boy of 12 and a girl of 10. Along with 2 servants.
The house actually needed more than 2 servants to keep it, but no locals would dare venture there, and the 2 that did take the job were the only ones from out of town that answered the advertisement.
Not much was seen of the family after they moved in. Just the pair of servants when they came to town to pick up supplies that no one else would deliver.
Spring turned to summer, summer turned to autumn and late autumn turned to conversations among the locals, starting in the pubs, that no one could remember the last time the servants from the manor on ”y Twmpath” had been seen.
They would stare up at the house as darkness fell, and noticed that no lights were lit.
“Should someone go up and check?” We’re the questions asked. But no one dared to go there at night. So it was decided the local constables would be told to go up in the light of day to see what was going on.
But later that very evening dark clouds the likes of which had never been seen in the local’s memory began forming and lightning began to streak and crash all around as a driving rain pelted down.
The villagers took cover until the dawn when the storm finally subsided. As the city's occupants emerged and accessed the damage, they looked up at ”y Twmpath”. The stone manor still stood, despite the legends. But nothing, absolutely nothing, appeared to be alive in or around it.
It was not until two days later the pair of local constables were able to leave and check up on the stone mansions' occupants.
They left after lunch, with a herd of locals leaving the pubs to follow in their wake
The gawkers were made to stay out at the foot of ”y Twmpath”. As the constables went up on foot along the winding road and path of stone stairs that stretched almost a full Kilometer up to the stone manor.
Two hours later the constables came back down, visibly shaken. They went to the nearest pub and ordered whisky. The waiting gawkers had followed and filled the pub, surrounding the pair of officials while demanding to know what was all found?
“Nothing….” They both answered as they then downed their drinks and looked around the room before continuing…
“No sign of anything living, or having lived there for some weeks. Though the whole time we were there, both of us felt were being watched and heard sounds behind us as if being followed.”
The other constable chimed in…
“But when we turned around, nothing was there, was it. And when we called out, only our echoes in the hallways answered us back. Job doesn’t pay enough for us to stay there. Let the Yard Detectives figure this one out.”
Detectives did come and scoured the house and property, including the remains of the old stone church.
Only 3 clues were found. None of them really afforded an explanation to what had taken place.
Clue 1: A child’s doll found in the church ruins. Dry as a bone-like it had very recently been set there.
Clue 2: in the nursery, on a drawing board a child’s picture lay upon it. Drawn in crayon the picture was remarkably a well-done likeness depicting the front of the manor house. Above the manor were dark clouds and lightening down with finger paint, from a small hand. The paint was still damp!?
Clue 3: Suitcases of clothing belonging to the occupants were piled in the foyer. The Constables both swore they had not seen anything of the sort when they were there.
As the months passed nothing more was learned of the fate of the Macmillan family and their two servants.
To keep curious from coming onto the property, a caretaker/watchman was hired by the propertys' solicitor.
Though the caretaker refused to stay anywhere near the house at night. He built a small cottage next to the ruined church, using it’s’ remaining stones.
And so it remained, empty and put out of mind.
For nearly 35 years no one dared to go to the Macmillan Manor on desolate y Twmpath after dark.
Then during October 1931…as the country was still embroiled in the “great slump”, one person, a young man, finally did.
This ends the first part of this story.
The second part is his to tell
Loosely based on a musical piece by Steve Hillage, "Ether Ships". Here, again, abstraction for it's own sake, for the facilitation of imagination.
Music Link: Steve Hillage, "Ether Ships" from his "Green" album. Recorded in 1978 with Nick Mason of Pink Floyd producing, this song foreshadows the work Hillage would go on to do in the 1990's and up to this date with his electronic / psy trance unit, System 7.
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Alright, so I don't normally post two things so close together. But, I've had this picture taken for about a month now. In fact, this MOC isn't even together any more.
Anyway, this is a rough replication of a scene from CW S5 EP22. I've always loved this fight, mainly cause I'm a sucker for any Darth Vader foreshadowing that Anakin gets in the CW. Gosh, this show is so good.
Anyway, I say 'rough' mostly because of the younglings. I took some inspiration, but didn't even try to replicate them at all.
I thought I would post this now, since tomorrow is the first time we'll see (CW) Ahsoka since this episode. Although Ahsoka isn't even in this MOC, so it's a stretch to call it a commemorative build. Either way, I hope you enjoy.
Oh, and if you were tagged and don't want to be in future posts, just lemme know. I just tag those who I think will appreciate the build.
#CloneWarsSaved
*Any constructive criticism is welcome*
Matthew 11:28