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In former times in my region are made a lot of tools along the rivers. This is a old abandoned trip hammer you can find when you hike in our valleys. Many are destroyed during the second war and some are now museums.
I have found an explanation what a trip hammer is for the people which are technical interested
en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Trip_hammer
Et en Français:
fr.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Martinet_(industrie)
This is Bryce Canyon National Park. It is located in southwestern Utah, United States. The major feature of the park is Bryce Canyon, which despite its name, is not a canyon but a collection of giant natural amphitheaters along the eastern side of the Paunsaugunt Plateau. Bryce is distinctive due to geological structures called "hoodoos" formed by frost weathering and stream erosion of the river and lake bed sedimentary rocks. The hoodoo formation pictured herein is named Thor's Hammer. It is one of the most photographed formations in the Park. The red, orange, and white colors of the rocks provide spectacular views for visitors. Bryce sits at a much higher elevation than nearby Zion National Park. The rim at Bryce varies from 8,000 to 9,000 feet (2,400 to 2,700 m).
During loading, the small multi-purpose ship HAMMER began listing to starboard. Loading was immediately interrupted and measures were taken to stabilise the vessel.
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Living in the night
'Neath heavens torn asunder
You call on me
To solve a crooked rhyme
As I'm closing in
Imposing on your slumber
You call on me
As bells begin to chime
Are you on the square?
Are you on the level?
Are you ready to swear right here right now
Before the devil
That you're on the square
That you're on the level
That you're ready to stand right here right now
Right here right now
Hiding from the light
Sacrificing nothing
Still you call on me
For entrance to the shrine
Hammering the nails
Into a sacred coffin
You call on me
For powers clandestine
Are you on the square?
Are you on the level?
Are you ready to swear right here right now
Before the devil
That you're on the square
That you're on the level
That you're ready to stand right here right now
Right here right now
Right here right now.
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This is a section from a shoemakers or cobblers hammer that is used in shoemaking. I have had it many years and had forgotten all about it until this challenge!
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The Hammer Dulcimer is an ancient instrument played by striking the strings with a wooden mallet (hammer.) There are many versions of the dulcimer from different cultures such as the cimbalom. The hammer dulcimer is from the psaltery family of instruments. There are two bridges on the dulcimer. My dulcimer has over 31 sets of strings on it. It is tuned using the circle of fifths. HMM!
Bryce Canyon National Park
Making my way down the Navajo Loop Trail, I couldn’t but help to stop every few yards to take in different vantage points of not only the famous hammer hoodoo but the enitre amphitheater. I tried to get a lower perspective here to bring out some of the textures and plant life. This was one of my favorite hikes in the park.
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A geological hammer, in memory of Mary Anning (1799-1847) from Lyme Regis/Dorset, fossil collector and lay palaeontologist and one of the key figures in the discovery of dinosaurs. She was not an "Anglican gentleman", not part of the establishment, but a dissenter and a woman and as such not allowed to join the Geological Society of London. "The world has used me so unkindly", she wrote. Mitakon Speedmaster manual lens at F 0.95; reflector used; edited in Fujifilm's raw converter and refined in Luminar.
Hef & I could not resist this White Orange Chocolate Easter Egg !!!!
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[ we had a toffee mini- hammer ready to give it a good bash ] !!!
We could hear this guy coming long before it rolled around the curve and under the Wheeling bridge. One of the best sounding diesels ever built, this pair of Conrail U25B's were on a mission with piggys hammering west at Oak Harbor, Ohio - May, 1978
CP 8Bal-30 is on the move out of Toronto Yard with a nearly empty CWR train and a bunch of junk freight tacked on for Sudbury and Winnipeg.
St,Aldhelms head, rocks stacked and left by the quarrymen at this disused quarry , its meant to date back to Victorian times, not sure how they did it , as its right on the edge of a very high cliff, impressive and scary :)))
Behind Sigrid blood hammer lies the mashy coast of the East Saxons where in the the year of 894 in the common era a battle between the Saxons and the Danish Vikings took place. Benfleet was the Viking settlement but the Vikings were defeated by the army of King Alfred under the command of his son Edward the elder and his son-in-law, Earl Aethelred of Murcia. A church was built by the Saxons as Thanksgiving to the victory over the Vikings, St'Mary's Church occupies this site. On a cold winters night when the wind is blowing hard the sound of the Valkyries can be heard sweeping down the ice cold waters searching for the wretched souls of the Vikings who were lost and never went to Valhalla.
Thor’s Hammer – Looks like Thor still has lost his worthiness with his hammer as it is sitting on top this hoodoo in Bryce Canyon. Really, though how can one go to Bryce Canyon and not take a photo of Thor’s hammer. I took a few different perspectives, and I will post some later as I have time to edit them.
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Das Highlight im Baustellenverkehr zwischen Schliersee und Bayrischzell war mit Sicherheit die 221 106, welche sich in einem optisch astreinen Zustand befand. Bei Hammer war die altrote Lok hier mit einem Schotterzug zur nächsten Schotterstelle unterwegs.
The canyon below Chestnut Mountain on Bozeman Pass is filled with the sounds of hard-working vintage EMDs pounding up the grade on July 2, 1994. A trio of SD9s, a SD7, three GP9s and a GP35 power an eastbound 640 local and fill the air with exhaust. Who’s who on the head end is as follows: No. 601, former DM&IR (note the nose bell) No. 127, followed by SD7 607 and SD9 606 (both former SP), SD9 608 (former DM&IR), GP9 113 (former NP), GP35 402 (former DT&I), GP9 115 (former CGW) and finally GP9 106 (former NP). The location is at the old Northern Pacific station name of Chestnut west of West End, Montana. We followed and photographed this train all morning, and I only wish I had a recording of it here.
European hornet closeup (Vespa crabro), 10-2022, Ticino, Switzerland
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European hornet (Vespa crabro), 10-2022, Ticino, Switzerland
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THE STORY BEHIND THE PHOTO:
I guess you can tell by the look on its face that this is not a happy hornet. That's not unusual for hornets - truth be told, variations of "not happy" "angry", or at least "badly irritated" seem to be pretty much their natural state of mind - but what's interesting about the fella above is that he also wasn't exactly sober.
To spell it out more clearly: that was one hammered hornet. It was so drunk in fact, it couldn't fly for two seconds straight without crashing. I shot that photo in my garden last fall, but as with all my pictures, I'll try to give you a bit more context.
Every year at least one hornet queen decides that some crack or hole inside the thick stone walls of my 400-year old house in Ticino is the perfect place to raise her royal family.
That in itself wouldn't pose a problem, but if there's one thing we know about "royals", it's that they're a complicated bunch (though it has to be said for both princes William and Harry that they rarely build little palaces inside the walls of some stranger's house, but I digress).
There is a slight potential for conflict; in my experience, all hornets are born with a sweet tooth and a bad temper, and particularly when there's ripe figs in my garden, tensions can rise.
That is entirely my fault though, because I still sometimes foolishly try to negotiate the human place in the food- (or rather: fruit-) chain, despite knowing perfectly well that fig season isn't the time to want to improve human-hornet relations, as any attempt in that regard will inevitably follow the same frustrating pattern:
Human: "Oh hello there Ms Hornet, how nice to meet you here at the fig tree - isn't the weather just lovely?"
Hornet: "Bzzzzzz. I have a sting. Bzzzzz. Go away. Bzzzzz."
Human: "There is really no need to be so angry, dear Ms Hornet: we're all friends here, and there's enough figs for all of us! How are the kids, I mean... larvae?"
Hornet: "Bzzzzzz. I have a sting. Bzzzzz. Go away. Bzzzzz."
Human: "Jeez, OK - relax! I can see you have a sting, I'm going, all right? You can have all the figs Ms Hornet, see: I'm already leaving!"
Hornet: "Bzzzzz. Yes, I have a sting. Bzzzzz. Don't come back. Bzzzzz."
And that's how THAT conversation goes.
Yet despite our occasional differences (like when I nearly died of smoke inhalation because Her Royal Hornet Majesty had decided my chimney was another suitable place for her nest), I'm happy to report we generally get along quite well, unless... - well, unless the hornets are intoxicated.
It's one of nature's lesser known facts (or perhaps its dirty secret) that many of our friends in the animal kingdom occasionally like to get high, and hornets are no exception. Not on anything illegal, mind; they are law-abiding insects after all, so you won't see them smoke crack or snort cocaine (although with some hornets I wouldn't rule that out completely 😉).
No: their usual drug of choice is alcohol, which my irritable neighbors find - surprise! - in my fig tree. Once some of the overripe fruit start to ferment, their potent juices become a magnet for hornets - and that's when the trouble starts.
It should come as no surprise that "hornets and hooch" are an inherently problematic combination. Because the crux with alcohol is this: it doesn't alter your personality, it only brings out the character traits that are already there without a filter, so you just become a terribly unrestrained version of yourself when you drink too much.
Which with hornets - who aren't the most cheerful bunch even on a good day - is a recipe for disaster. They are MEAN drunks - and I'm not kidding, oh boy. All that bottled-up anger constantly boiling underneath that shiny, chitin surface from the moment they hatch is finally released into the world, and it's not a pleasant sight, let me tell you.
Alcohol REALLY doesn't seem to improve their mood, and the other animals in my garden all agree (and I concur) that the fig tree would be a much happier place if the hornets just smoked weed and listened to Bob Marley instead (if them getting high can't be avoided altogether).
To be fair though, not all hornets have a drinking problem. Most of them behave responsibly and "don't drink and fly" (which I'm sure is a motto that gets taught in hornet school from an early age). And they don't get high all year long: It's only when fall arrives that the hornets like to have a merry get-together in my fig tree to get a good "buzz on".
But you know how it is: just like with any good party, there's always the ONE guy who can't hold his liquor and basically turns into your angry, drunk uncle at Christmas who starts picking fights with every one at the dinner table and insists on letting you know - very loudly - what he thinks about Trump or Biden or the Corona virus once he's had one too many.
Which finally brings me back to the fella in the photo above, because apparently he was THAT guy. That particular "drunk uncle" hornet sat underneath the fig tree on a fallen (and pretty rotten looking) fruit and was deep into its cups. As soon as it saw me, it started to buzz angrily and seemed intent on a confrontation, but it didn't manage to get airborne for more than a second.
After a few more failed attempts to lift off and a few more angry "Bzzzzzz" sounds (I think I actually did hear the words "Trump", "Biden" and "Corona" in there 😉), it just went back to boozing on the juices of the spoiled fig on the ground.
I left it to its own devices, happy that I got this quite expressive shot. 😊
P.S. I think it was actually a crazy, drunk AUNT - not an uncle 😉)
P.P.S. Just to make sure we understand each other (maybe as a disclaimer for readers who come to this gallery for the first time and aren't familiar with my kind of humor): I love the fact that these beautiful insects visit my garden. Watching how these efficient predators hunt wasps, horseflies or other insects is incredibly fascinating (adult hornets themselves mainly feed on sugary plant juices, but they hunt because their young need protein to grow).
Hornets may seem like they're constantly angry (which to me is funny - hence this text), but they're not; they're actually very peaceful towards humans, and even when you compete for a ripe fig with them, their furious buzzing is mostly just a bluff, and I've never been stung (and I don't know anyone who has).
Due to the unfounded fear many people have of hornets, who often get exterminated because they're confused with common wasps, this species is threatened in many countries (in Germany for example, hornets are a protected species). But unless you step (or sit) on them or destroy their nest, hornets don't attack, and even when they're drunk, they are usually so incapacitated that they are completely harmless (just like your uncle/aunt 😉).
So if you have hornets in your garden, just enjoy watching them and please don't harm them! 🙏 🙏 ❤ ❤
With that being said, I hope you like the photo and wish you all a wonderful weekend! Many greetings from Switzerland, and as always: let me know what you think in the comments 🙏 😊 ❤!