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Yesterday, after a routine trip to the vet for some teeth extractions, we lost our beautiful Hannah. She was unable to tolerate the anesthetic and did not wake from the procedure. She was 6 years old. We are devastated.
'You're the equation, and I'm the answer."
www.youtube.com/watch?v=3Geshz-6HcQ Weird video, great song.
Long exposure in MDO.
Tusker at Mudumalai Wildlife Santuary, Tamil Nadu, India
This Indian elephant (Elephas maximus indicus) is a tusker. Tusker are elephants with large 'tusks', like this one. Tusks are in fact teeth! It is rare to see these brilliant tuskers in the wild due to poaching for their ivory and loss of habitat. Within a space of few decades, these animals have been reduced in number. My uncles (who were legendary in their pursuit of fun and the good times) used to tell me numerous stories of their expereince in the jungles of South India from over half century ago; including their many encounters with wild tuskers. I have only their stories to go by now, for all my time in the forests I have yet to see a majestic tusker like this. Now, many of these tuskers are relegated to the temples of Kerala and Tamil Nadu.
This friendly tusker can be found at the elephant work camp in Mudumalai Wildlife Sanctuary (in the north west part of Tamil Nadu along the border with Kerala). Elephant rides are provided for tourists in the morning and evening into the forest. It is unlikely you will see any wildlife while on these elephants; for better wildlife viewing opportunities one must go on dusk & dawn van rides, that are organized by the government, into restricted trails in the jungle. The elephant 'workcamp' employs tribals from the local area. When I got on one of these elephants, I shot question after question to the friendly mahout: Have you seen a tiger? Do you think we can see a tiger today? What are the chances of seeing a tiger today? Whoa, it will be so cool to see a tiger this morning right? He answered them patiently one after the other; he must have had experience with 'hyperactives'.
Then he told me a story of how long back one of the elephants carrying tourists got spooked by a wild elephants and suddenly decided to do a 50 meter dash -- along with the now-not-so-camera-happy tourists on his back. That episode, he told me, ended with a crushed leg for one (as the device people sit on came crashing down) and three other shaken, suddenly-religious, tourists. My questions to the mahout stopped immediately --as one couldn't ask questions and pray profusely at the same time. I asked good lord to resicnd my earlier request to see a wild elephant or a tiger for that matter; nothing that would spook the elephant. My prayers were answered: no wild elephants, no tigers and an uncrushed , perfectly working legs. What more can anyone want from a safari!:)
More pics later.
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Here, I am seen pictured in front of the gates to the old Coventry Power Station on the outskirts of Alderman's Green, near Hawkesbury Junction.
The power station is long gone and the gates, pylons and substation are all that remain. The land there is now forgotten and unloved, except for the sparsely distributed plyons. It was a coal-fired power station, relatively medium in size and coal shipments came by boats from the Oxford Canal which ran alongside.
It is possible to get through the other side of these gates through gaps in the fence along the canal towpath but there isn't a great deal there in all honesty.
First came the years of love and joy, but then, those were followed by loss of that same love and joy.
Masonic Temple Building, Fairbanks Alaska. Original structure was built in 1906, with later modifications. Listed on the National Register of Historical Places in the 1980s.
The rear of the building collapsed under the weight of heavy snow loads accumulated over the course of this winter. For safety concerns the entire building was quickly leveled. I didn't see the demolition, but glad I was able to take a few pictures, especially of the front facade before it was destroyed, not knowing it would be taken down so quickly without an effort to preserve some of it.
Photo taken in New Orleans 2018.
On November 12, 2022 this aircraft was struck by another plane, as it and crew participated in the Dallas air show. Horribly, 6 people lost their lives, and two vintage aircraft were destroyed. I took this photo of the B17G Texas Raiders in flight at the WWII Air Sea and Land Festival 2018 New Orleans. I will always remember it.
Link for Information: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Texas_Raiders
Nog een diascan van de lijn Glanerbrug naar Losser. De spoorlijn is tot 28 mei 1972 in gebruik geweest. In de winter van 1974/1975 is de gehele lijn opgebroken.
I made this MOC in memory of my mother who sadly passed away last year. I finished it in the first week of this year already but because I had it on display for a while I didn't take pictures of it earlier.
48/365.
i had to cheat a little bit and use part of my photo final for my project. i actually had a different idea for today, but by the end of the day it was this photo that i felt connected to.
my teddy bears broken heart breaks my heart too, and im certainly not feeling my best.
i think its against the rules of life to say i hate my family, but i think i really do. i hate how they make me feel like im worthless, and like no one in the entire world would ever waste a second paying any attention to me. truly breaks both of our hearts.
1972, passing South Goodwin Light Vessel, northbound, in the English Channel.
A 'LASH' barge carrier of Hapag Lloyd.
Keel laid on 09/12/1971, launched on 12/05/1972, and completed on 14/1/1972, by S.A. Cockerill Yard Hoboken N.V, Hoboken, Belgium (860)
37,134 g.t., 44,599 dwt., & a capacity of 83 lighters, as:
'München', until 13/12/1978, when during a voyage from Bremerhaven, Germany, to Savannah, Georgia, U.S.A., she foundered with the loss of all **28 hands** in the North Atlantic, in an approximate position of 44°22′N, 24°00′W.
May they all rest in eternal peace.
Portrait of Didier, taken recently when we met in Oostende after he lost his wife Diana to ALS in December 2024.
Hiding atop a giant old Oak tree, this enigmatic bird, waits for the distraction to pass, so he can fly down, to gorge on Bangalow Palm berries.Berries are the Kereru’s favourite food all the year round — Puriri in the summer and autumn, Miro in the autumn and winter and Taraire in the winter and spring. Karaka, Nikau and Kahikatea and other berries also supplement their diet where available. During the late winter when there are few or no berries, leaves and shoots provide sustenance.
Nesting usually occurs in spring or early summer and their mating is characterised by spectacular aerial displays, by both sexes but particularly males, close to the time of egg laying. I have often watched them flap upwards from a perch, stall and dive, doing the “loop de loop”. By way of explanation for this remarkable behaviour, the locals say they get drunk on Puriri berries, but according to a DOC report, “When a pigeon flies from its perch, glides up to a vertical stall and then glides down to return to the original perch or fly off somewhere else, the perch from which the kereru flies gives the best indication of the general location of its nest.”
They lay one egg which is peculiarly long, narrow and white. Both adults brood the egg during the 28 day incubation period. The hen sits through the night and morning with the cock taking over from midday until the evening.
Apart from Emperor penguins and flamingoes, pigeons and doves are the only birds to produce food for their chicks. They feed their chicks, called squabs, crop-milk, a protein rich, cottage cheese like secretion from the crop wall. At first crop milk is the only food but, as chicks grow, regurgitated foods form an increasingly large share of the diet.
Like many long lived birds, Kereru breed very slowly. Studies in Northland, Hawkes Bay and Marlborough have found that fewer than 15 per cent of chicks survive long enough to become independent. If this decline continues the species will not be able to sustain itself. Although habitat loss is a major concern, the most serious threat comes from predators, especially Homo sapiens.
Their conservation is important because they play a key ecological role in the regeneration of native forest by dispersing seeds of trees and shrubs such as Miro, Tawa, Karaka, Puriri and Taraire, too large to be dispersed by other birds.
A couple of years ago, the Waikato and Bay of Plenty Conservation Boards initiated a Kereru counting project aimed at farmers with remnants of bush on their land. The project was also aimed at encouraging landowners to fence off bush, to trap and poison predators and plant tree lucerne in the short term while native trees recovered or became established. It is good to see that many landowners have picked up the challenge and adopted these birds as their own.
Kereru is usually a silent bird, something which can be unnerving when one finds them sitting on a branch, usually in the deep shade of a tree quietly observing one. A soft “ku” is sometimes heard along with the growl of the hen bird and the slightly sibilant whistle of welcome to their own. The various Maori names, kuku, kereru, kukupa, tend to be onomatopoeic. They also reputed to sometimes shower in light rain, turning over with feet firmly gripping a branch to allow the rain to fall on their bellies.
Unlike most birds, pigeons can drink without raising their heads to swallow. They become especially thirsty while eating berries, something Maori used to their advantage in hunting them. They would place drinking troughs with nooses beneath berry bearing trees. I am told that these troughs were still in use not too many years ago in the upper reaches of this Valley.
There are two sub species, novaeseelandiae, which breed on the three main islands and chathamensis, which breed on the Chatham Islands and which are a larger bird. A third sub species is extinct, spadicea which survived on Norfolk Island until the 1800s.
They seem totally unafraid of man which is much to their detriment. They are entirely vegetarian not even feeding insects to their young as do the honey eaters. Harmless as a dove is an old adage, and like the dove the symbol of purity and peace, they are faithful to their mates, defenseless, gentle and innocent of sin.
- See more at: www.nzbirds.com/birds/kereru.html#sthash.l1YOb9Xu.dpuf
Synjyn kneels beside Devana's lifeless body, in anguish over yet another loss at the hands of the Yuuzhan Vong
Buttermere is a lake in the English Lake District in North West England. The adjacent village of Buttermere takes its name from the lake. Historically within the former county of Cumberland, the lake is now within the county of Cumbria. It is owned by the National Trust, forming part of their Buttermere and Ennerdale property.
The lake is 1.25 miles (2,010 m) by .25 miles (400 m) wide, and is 75 feet (23 m) deep.[1] It has an elevation above sea level of 329 feet (100 m). A place of considerable scenic value, it is situated towards the head of the valley of the River Cocker and is surrounded by fells, notably the High Stile range to the south west, Robinson to the north east, Fleetwith Pike and Haystacks to the south east and Grasmoor to the north west.
The village of Buttermere stands at the north western end of the lake, and beyond this is Buttermere's twin, Crummock Water. There is a path around the lake which is about 4.5 miles (7.2 km) long, and at one point runs through a rock tunnel beneath the locality of Hasness. Access is by road, from Cockermouth in the north west; from Borrowdale via the Honister Pass; or from Braithwaite and the Newlands Valley via Newlands Hause.
There are two possible origins for the name "Buttermere":
One, that Buttermere means "the lake by the dairy pastures" (from the Old English "butere mere")
Two, that it is the corrupt form of a personal name. Robert Ferguson asserts in his 1866 work, "The Northmen in Cumberland and Westmoreland" that Buttermere derives from the Old Norse personal name "Buthar", as in "Buthar's mere" (lake). This accords with local tradition which says that the valley of Buttermere was part of the holdings of an 11th century Norse chieftain called "Buthar" (sometimes spelt "Boethar"). Large numbers of Vikings settled in Cumbria during the 9th and 10th centuries and many names in the area are of Norse origin; streams are termed becks, from the Old Norse bekkr, mountains are 'fells' from the Norse fjall, waterfalls forces "fos", ravines 'gills', valleys "dales" from the ON dalr, and small lakes are termed tarns which derives from tjorn, meaning teardrop.
From his hidden stronghold at Buttermere, it is said that Jarl Buthar conducted a campaign of running resistance against the Norman invaders, from the time of William the Conqueror's Harrying of the North in 1069 right up until the early 12th century. In 1072 King William set up a garrison at Carlisle, but the isolated garrison needed constant reinforcement and supplies. For almost half a century it's claimed that the Cumbrians fought a guerrilla war against the Normans, attacking supply wagons, ambushing patrols and inflicting great losses upon them in terms of money, matériel and men.
The extent to which Jarl Buthar is a semi-mythological figure is unclear. He is apparently mentioned in 12th century Norman documents, but much of his story appears to be based on local legend and archaeology, later enhanced by Nicholas Size's popular dramatized history (see below).
Jarl Boethar's campaign and a final battle at Rannerdale (c.f. Ferguson, "Ragnar's dale") between the Normans and the Anglo-Scandinavian Cumbrians led by the Jarl is the subject of a dramatized history by Nicholas Size, called "The Secret Valley: The Real Romance of Unconquered Lakeland" (pub. 1930)
Rosemary Sutcliff's YA novel "Shield Ring" (pub. 1956) imagines the lives of Jarl Buthar and his band of Cumbrian rebels, and their last stand against the forces of a Norman army under the command of Ranulf le Meschin, Lord of Carlisle and later Earl of Chester, nearly 50 years after the 1066 Norman Conquest of England. It was clearly inspired by Nicholas Size's history, which it closely follows.
Mary Robinson (1778–1837), known as the "Maid of Buttermere" and the subject of Melvyn Bragg's novel of that name, was the daughter of the landlord of the Fish Inn in Buttermere village.
An empty can of High Energy drink lies close beside a river, where wildlife is common. The owner of the can obviously had run out of "energy" to be able to take it home and dispose of it properly. Disgusting
We all have that 'one' thing in life that has changed us. Changed us in a way that we can never be the same again, or think or feel the same again. But it enforces some strength deep inside that seems to entwine around our spine and keep us, upright.
A brake dust stained 87015 has arrived at Birmingham New Street with a West Coast Main Line express, 20th June 1976.
Locomotive History
When authority was given to electrify the West Coast Main Line northwards from Weaver Junction to Glasgow in the early 1970s, there was a requirement for more powerful traction to cope with the gradients north of Lancaster. Therefore an order was placed for thirty six powerful, 5000hp Bo-Bo locomotives (class 87) with electrical equipment from GEC. The class 87s were based closely on the preceding class 86 design in terms of equipment layout and overall appearance, but featured the loss of a route indicator box on the cab front, and two main windscreens replaced the three of all the earlier designs. The class was built at Crewe Works between 1972 and 1974 with 87015 entering traffic in February 1974. 87015 would spend the next thirty years pounding up and down the West Coast Main Line until displaced by class 390 Pendelino’s and withdrawn in April 2005. It was broken up by JT Lanscapes at MOD Caerwent during October 2005.