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We have another trip starting soon and this is one of the critters I hope to see and photograph. Impossibly cute, pikas also, according to the National Wildlife Federation, "are among North America's toughest animals. Pikas are one of the few mammals in the lower 48 states that can survive their entire lives in alpine terrain, the windswept no-man's-land above tree line."
By the way, after working pretty well for quite a while, the Flickr people feed went on the fritz yesterday. New posts from my contacts weren't showing up. So if I missed commenting on some of your shots, it's not my fault :-).
Have you ever met someone that you have an instant comfort level with; who makes you crack up at corny jokes; who could tell you story after story and you'd never become bored; who you automatically know is just "good people"?
This is my friend, Glen. I met him two years ago. He lies about his age, tells tall tales, and every time I see him, his inner salesman comes out and he tries to convince me that I need to buy his '65 Mustang (red on the outside, white leather on the inside: my dream car since I was old enough to drive.) He's also one of the kindest souls I've ever known, has an infectious smile, a twinkle in his eye, travels miles upon miles around the country every year to build houses for Habitat for Humanity, and still adores his bride. They have been married for 50 years!
I shot this of him last weekend, as he was helping out on the farm, making molasses (seen here pulling sugar cane stalks through the grinder). I will be posting more pics of that event soon.
I really adore good people like Mr. Glen.
The Hardworker [1997]
Artist: Helen Ch. Frik
Born 1960, Worcester, United Kingdom
Lives and works in Amsterdam, The Netherlands
Education
1981 B.A. Hons Brighton Polytechnic, Brighton, UK
1981/1983 Ateliers 63, Haarlem, NL
1992 EKWC (european ceramics workcenter), Den Bosch, NL
Qualifications
sculptor, collagist, painter, jewelry designer, draftsman, photographer
Commissioned by Apeldoorn City Council.
The Hardworker allows you to sit with him at his desk in his office, either facing him or with your back towards him, while he continues to get the job done. He cannot stop; at night looking down from your fourth floor flat window you can see his computer screen glowing in the dark.
Cast in bronze and concrete.
Source: www.frikcollection.nl/helen-frik/commissions/album/orden
Did you know that woodpeckers have special feathers around their nostrils to prevent them inhaling the woodchips? Or that their brain is cushioned by spongy bone that absorbs the shocks from pecking?
Downy Woodpecker is the smallest and most commonly seen woodpecker in North America. It also is a symbol of bravery and hard work!
A plurality of Bangladeshis earns their living from agriculture. Although rice and jute are the primary crops, wheat is assuming greater importance. Tea is grown in the northeast. Because of Bangladesh's fertile soil and normally ample water supply, rice can be grown and harvested three times a year in many areas. Due to a number of factors, Bangladesh's labor-intensive agriculture has achieved steady increases in food grain production despite the often unfavorable weather conditions. These include better flood control and irrigation, a generally more efficient use of fertilizers, and the establishment of better distribution and rural credit networks.
Although rice and jute are the primary crops, maize and vegetables are assuming greater importance. Due to the expansion of irrigation networks, some wheat producers have switched to cultivation of maize which is used mostly as poultry feed.
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Solaiman works 'Roads and Highway' construction team for 11 years. He used to work under third party contractor and get paid daily basis. He works 10-12 hours per day and get only $5. He has 3 children but no one could go to school for financial crisis. He have to work under extreme hot atmosphere but not get enough money to survive.
Everyday we are going bigger and bigger. Our urbanization process are going bigger with the help of those people like Solaiman, but do we look after them ? They are the hero of modern civilization and we forget them after work has done. And the people like Solaiman has nothing but sigh. Salute Solaiman, Salute every worker without them we could not called ourselves Modern.
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I was setting up for focus stacking on this image, which proved to be no easy task with the peony moving slightly in a soft breeze. Before I could get too far, this busy little pollinator flew into the scene and right back out again. I didn't quite manage to get all of him in focus because of the shallow f stop but liked the outcome of this monochrome edit.
I was a bit worried hanging around of this market, but fortunately they were so friendly with my camera!
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Estaba un poco nervioso caminando en este mercado pero ellas fueron muy amigables con mi camara!
The other area where we are recording sounds is Sanaullah Compound, closer to Mahim railway station, where many kinds of recycling units are stacked against each other. Here, the shredding of plastic, the burning of aluminium furnaces and the sacks of scrap being thrown down from trucks are frequently heard. The screeching sounds from rusty shredding machines make one wonder how the labourers can work without the use of earplugs. For these labourers, most of whom are migrants, Sanaullah is work and home. A little shack of a restaurant, paan kiosks, barbers, an ironing man, chai stalls and various other essentials of daily living function side by side. Against this background, the aural predominance is of men talking business (or gossiping) over phones or with each other. Understandably, they don’t want their conversations recorded.
Walking around trying to be inconspicuous with a recorder in our hands, we realised that some sounds are bound to perish with time and modern lifestyles, such as the sounds of game machines in a very 90s video parlour or the bell of a kulfi seller. Collecting these sounds could be a way of creating an aural museum and complementing visual archives of Dharavi.
Kumbharwada in Dharavi is an establishment of potters almost 100 years old. It is the largest community of potters in Mumbai. They are originally from Saurashtra, Gujarat. Khumbars means potter and Wada means colony. Hence the name Kumbharwada – the colony of potters. It occupies 22 acres of land that houses around 1400-1500 families, 700–800 of whom still practice pottery today.
All the pottery making work is conducted in the morning before starting up the kilns every afternoon. While most potters still use the Bhattis (traditional kilns), some families have started developing their own gas kilns to avoid pollution and to have better control of the temperatures. The potters live and work in the same area, making it a really close society.
A Young Filipino man rides on the side of a moving garbage truck as it navigates through the city streets in Malate, Manila, Philippines on it's random trash pickup route.
This man occurred every day, several times between 8 and 9 am. He seemed to push his cart round and round. Taken in Odessa, Ukraine
Kumbharwada in Dharavi is an establishment of potters almost 100 years old. It is the largest community of potters in Mumbai. They are originally from Saurashtra, Gujarat. Khumbars means potter and Wada means colony. Hence the name Kumbharwada – the colony of potters. It occupies 22 acres of land that houses around 1400-1500 families, 700–800 of whom still practice pottery today.
All the pottery making work is conducted in the morning before starting up the kilns every afternoon. While most potters still use the Bhattis (traditional kilns), some families have started developing their own gas kilns to avoid pollution and to have better control of the temperatures. The potters live and work in the same area, making it a really close society.
An elderly woman selling items manufactured by her tribe in the tourist mountain city of Baguio, Philippines. Despite her age and disabilities, she sits on a crumbling, concrete wall near the city center almost every day to earn money to support herself and her family members.
Long before becoming a megacity, Mumbai was occupied by huge fields of salt, and people working in those fields (called 'salt-pans') were known as 'Agaris'. Salt was even more important than gold,so important that wars have been fought for the ownership of these salt-pan lands! Being an important commodity for use in day-to-day life, salt would also fetch good taxes to the rulers.
Apart from its rich history, salt-pans around Mumbai city also provided an excellent buffer to the city from the tides of the sea. In the earlier Development Plan (DP) of Mumbai, these lands fell under NDZ (No Development Zone), but with the new DP and pressure of urban development, most of the salt-pan lands are vanishing from Mumbai's coastline, without realising it's Potential and worth.
The other area where we are recording sounds is Sanaullah Compound, closer to Mahim railway station, where many kinds of recycling units are stacked against each other. Here, the shredding of plastic, the burning of aluminium furnaces and the sacks of scrap being thrown down from trucks are frequently heard. The screeching sounds from rusty shredding machines make one wonder how the labourers can work without the use of earplugs. For these labourers, most of whom are migrants, Sanaullah is work and home. A little shack of a restaurant, paan kiosks, barbers, an ironing man, chai stalls and various other essentials of daily living function side by side. Against this background, the aural predominance is of men talking business (or gossiping) over phones or with each other. Understandably, they don’t want their conversations recorded.
Walking around trying to be inconspicuous with a recorder in our hands, we realised that some sounds are bound to perish with time and modern lifestyles, such as the sounds of game machines in a very 90s video parlour or the bell of a kulfi seller. Collecting these sounds could be a way of creating an aural museum and complementing visual archives of Dharavi.
Honeybees have been making honey for humans for thousands of years! These easily recognisable little bees are hard workers, living in large hives made of wax honeycombs.
The brick factory work is seasonal and the employment is contractual, utterly insecure and wage is piece-rated. Though women workers comprise about one-half of the total workforce in every factory, they hail from the families that survive by working as labourer in every conceivable sense; they are from lower caste and class.
SLUMS OF MUMBAI | Dharavi, India
With more than 15,000 tonnes of plastic waste generated in Dharavi every day.
Long before becoming a megacity, Mumbai was occupied by huge fields of salt, and people working in those fields (called 'salt-pans') were known as 'Agaris'. Salt was even more important than gold,so important that wars have been fought for the ownership of these salt-pan lands! Being an important commodity for use in day-to-day life, salt would also fetch good taxes to the rulers.
Apart from its rich history, salt-pans around Mumbai city also provided an excellent buffer to the city from the tides of the sea. In the earlier Development Plan (DP) of Mumbai, these lands fell under NDZ (No Development Zone), but with the new DP and pressure of urban development, most of the salt-pan lands are vanishing from Mumbai's coastline, without realising it's Potential and worth.
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