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Must be going through a stripy phase 😅 with Dark Matter. Loved the diagonal light which harked back to one of my masters, Rene Burri and his shot at the health ministry in Rio. I also enjoyed the shadow cast by the passing subject which completed the symmetry. Hopefully we get a few more clear days with this beautiful autumn light🙏
Democracy Now reported that there have been over 200 mass shootings already this year.
Happy Monday!
I found this Liophloeus tessulatus weevil on the side of my house and managed a couple of shots of it.
Weevils are often considered a pest in the garden (or commercial agriculture for that matter), but I obviously like them for being cute and interesting subjects.
This one however is sorta kinda beneficial in that they like to eat the plant known as ground elder (Aegopodium podagraria).
If you have ever had this one in your garden, chances are it's still there as it is incredibly good at resisting eradication and pretty much always seem to come back.
So you see, having these guys around waging war on the bad plant could be a good thing.
After taking a couple of shots of it on the side of my house (as can be seen in Pt. 1 here: www.flickr.com/photos/tinyturtle/51580625812/) I moved it to a yellow flower (as seen in Pt. 3) here: www.flickr.com/photos/tinyturtle/51885787595/ before actually moving it a second time, this time to this cornflower (Centaurea cyanus) for some punchy colours in the shot!
I am not sure what the white stuff on its elytra is. It could be pollen from a flower it has visited or some type of fungus.)
The time of the September New Moon is ideal for a visit to Zermatt's Stellisee: in the time between midnight and two o'clock in the morning the Milky Way stands vertically above the most famous mountain of the Alps, the Matterhorn
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Number: CT-1807
Rank: ARC Lieutenant Grade I
Nickname: Scout
3rd Regiment of the 253rd Legion
///Log Entry\\\
" Shortly after we left the war torn planet of Atraken and returned to the Republic cruiser Endurance, I received my platoon's... or rather my next assignment. My orders were to select three troopers from my platoon and then report to the Internal Security Bureau on Coruscant. There we would be briefed on an under cover mission with the objective of infiltrating the bounty hunter guild which appeared to be thriving within Coruscant's lower levels. This mission would be dangerous probably the most dangerous one the Republic has thrown at the 253rd, we weren't going up against battle droids this time instead we would be going up against ruthless and trained killers. Originally I planned on going solo on this one, but I eventually agreeded to let Lucky tag along. After a quick visit to the Endurance's armory Lucky and I no longer looked like the disciplined faceless soldiers we were meant to be. Instead of our standard shiny white armor we wore a mix of cloth and steel.
It was here in the armory where an angry Rook confronted me about me decision to bench the rest of the platoon. Though no matter how compelling his argument was my decision stayed the same. We had just barley made it off Atraken without a signal casualtie and there was no way in hell that I was going to risk loosing anyone on the Republic's homeworld..."
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A starry night and the milky way at Carvers Gap, North Carolina / Tennessee border looking toward North Carolina.
My niece Keerti, pumping out the tunes on an electric guitar.
Update: Keerti has taken to the guitar like a duck to water. So we have given it to her.
*366 photos for the 20's 05/09*
this year I will try to choose one photo a day for this pseudo-project, no matter the motive, style, colour or technique. encouraging myself to shoot everyday, even if I can't go outside.
It is so painful to see in news protesters clashing with police and causing some sorts of the troubles. This is not what I have seen when I joined them yesterday at the USA Embassy in London. It was most well organised I possible even seen, so peaceful and friendly. Several times I have been offered face mask and water. There were only good vibes of a united community. Not sure why someone decided to go to Whitehall and clash with police. From the other hand – no rights were won without breaking the law – this is the world we all live, unfortunately.
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If you prefer still version, check it out on my blog - maxgor.com/documentary/black-lives-matter
“What is the matter, Sky, you look concerned?” Asked Posh Bear
Sky sat down beside his friends clearly concerned about something.
“We may have a honey supply problem, Posh.” He said looking around at his friends.
“Why is that, Sky? I thought you were ordering extra this delivery because of the party for that birthday we are not talking about.” Said Bertie staring at Barnaby.
“Well, the man has changed his supplier; something to do with parachutes I think I heard him say. Anyway, I ordered all those jars of honey like you said, Posh, but they only delivered a few. What is more they sent all these parachutes, which, I hasten to report that I sent back.”
“Parachutes, what are they?” Asked Barnaby looking around.
“Well, if the shop doesn’t have what you ordered, Barnaby, they deliver these parachutes rather than send nothing at all. Sometimes they are fine, but what they sent us were no good at all.” Explained Sky.
“You mean substitutes, Sky, parachutes are large pieces of cloth that enable things to descend to the ground gently from up high.” Said Bertie.
“Right, well these parachutes descended from the air and landed right on our order and they are no good. I asked the driver what was in the jars and he said peanut butter, and as they ran out of that, they made the order up with some stuff called lemon curd. What is even more strange, the driver seemed in a state of shock as he told me what they had sent. Anyone would think that he had never spoken to a bear before.”
“Sounds disgusting, Sky, so pleased you sent it all back. As for the driver being in shock, I guess he was just disappointed he couldn’t deliver all our honey. I’m sure he speaks to bears every day. Well, back to the problem and we will have to persuade the man to go back to the place he was ordering from as they kept lots of honey especially for us.” Said Posh Bear.
“I don’t think he will, Posh, he was fed up with all the parachutes he was getting. We did get some honey but not enough for the birthday party we don’t talk about.” Explained Sky.
“Can’t you just order for us from the old supplier, Sky?” Asked Bertie.
“Difficult, Bertie. You see I wait for the man to do his order then I tack what we want on the end of it. I meet the driver at the front door and take our stuff and then send him along to the back door with the things for the man. When ordering, the man must use this piece of plastic before they will send the goods, it is very complicated with his talking thing sending a message and lots of numbers. Without all that, the store won’t deliver for I have tried before.” Explained Sky.
“I still say the best plan is to persuade the man to go back to where he used to buy the groceries from. That should not be too difficult.” Said Posh Bear.
“How do you think we can do that though, Posh Bear?” Asked Bertie.
“Simple, when Sky adds our items to the order, if Sky was to then add numbers by the things the man had on order so he received far too much, that should put him off this supplier.” Said Posh Bear.
“Do you think it will work, Posh?” Asked Barnaby.
“It always has in the past.” Said Posh Bear. “I just can’t think what gets in to hoomans at times.”
“I agree, Posh, imagine having to eat parachutes like those that were sent to us.” Said Barnaby.
“Yes, Barnaby, just imagine!”
The book that is open is called Bearing Up and is illustrated by Mike Johnson. The page says, “I’m not going to worry unless the animals start lining up two by two for the space shuttle.”
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I was very close with my lens. And i could here the common nails were whispering "WOW !! What a beautiful hat " , and looking enviously at the nail with stylish hat.
The last nearly four years have seemed like eons for me. Every day that I can bear to pay attention, I am horrified by what atrocities Trump is responsible for. I have gone to so many protests in so many places for so many causes/reasons, both well attended and scarcely attended in good weather and in the middle of a freezing cold winter. There are times I have really questioned what good it even does but a little voice in my head has still told me it was the right thing to do.
But, then the Coronavirus hit and I wondered seriously if protesting was the right thing to do…after reading the statistics in my own city about people of color being killed by the Coronavirus at a much higher rate than white people, I had to ask myself, is it actually a case of white privilege if I protest? This seems like such a strange thing to ask when you are protesting your outrage about a man being killed only because he happened to be Black and existing in America but still I had to ask. Because, if I am part of the problem of spreading this virus and my presence results in more deaths of more people of color, isn’t that defeating the purpose? In addition, how about all of the healthcare workers who have been burdened for so long? Why should I make a choice for them that could affect the survival and treatment of myself and others? It just seemed too risky for this die hard protestor.
I have never dealt with this kind of moral dilemma before. My sense of right and wrong is usually pretty strong and doesn’t leave room for tons of contemplation and deliberation. I can’t really remember the last time I had to seriously ponder “What is the right thing to do in this situation?” asking myself again and again. I usually just know these things intuitively and then try to make my best ethical choice. I’m not saying that I don’t see layers of grey between black and white so much as just I have an idea of how to act in terms of what is right with my soul. I’m also not saying that I don’t learn new things and from the perspective of others and change based on being open to learning. But, the idea of what is fundamentally the ethical choice to make about whether or not to attend a protest for a cause I believe in has never been this difficult before.
And, there is the other side of things that I don’t really like to talk about-the more human side of things. I am unfortunately all too human in my fears about contacting Coronavirus/Covid19. To be honest, I’m the type of person that gets nervous taking a walk in my own neighborhood and gets frustrated when I see the joggers and dog walkers on my street roaming without a mask or groups of a few friends partying on a rooftop in close proximity. It seems pretty hypocritical to me that I’d also be finding myself amidst thousands of people in super close proximity sometimes under overpasses neck to neck, masks or no.
So, what I am saying is that I am actually probably a little paranoid. For a large part of my life, I didn’t realize I was any different from others in my fears until I went to college and learned about Obsessive Compulsive Disorder and realized that my irrational fear of death that took hold of me if I didn’t do certain things when I was little-tap my fingers every time I saw a green car, squeeze my toes every time I passed a squirrel-that sort of thing-wasn’t what most kids go through. And, it was crippling. Most of the time, I would cry hysterically thinking I was going to die and great harm would really come to my family and I if I told anyone and voiced these fears out loud. I know, I know…it sounds crazy and doesn’t make tons of sense. And, even though I know that and have gotten better dealing with this side of my self as an adult, it still hasn’t gone away completely. There’s a real instinctual fear that makes me think the worst will happen to me.
The news, of course, doesn’t help…and consider that non essential businesses were shuttered and school was cancelled for the rest of the year, I am even more terrified about the damage this virus can do. Then, there’s also the choir study…where they found that one man in close proximity singing with a choir infected pretty much the whole choir and killed a few too. Of course, this is outdoors, but I still can’t help thinking about all of the times I opened my mouth to chant pro Black Life Matters sentiments even if I was wearing a mask.
And, in many ways, I feel like I am not even worthy enough to say the name of George Floyd or Breonna Taylor who should have turned 27 on Friday, the day that I joined these protests. Because, as someone who is white, I could never know the true horror of this. She was a hero, an EMT worker, and it wasn’t just her own life and her family that was robbed but all of our lives and the sadness is overpowering. So, I ended up saying her name a few thousand times and feeling like I was losing my mind because I couldn’t rewind time and change reality.
I don’t know the answer to all of this and I still don’t know if I contracted the virus or not. But, in any case, I hope that these protests meant something and continue to mean something. Maybe it actually means more to those in power that people would risk their lives to fight for Black Lives and, if those mayors and governors really care about the citizens of their city, they have to act on these social justice issues-hold police accountable, take police out of schools and bring in social workers, counselors, librarians, art and music creative outlets instead. Let’s have a dance class or a drama class instead of kids being subjected to cruel excessive force and mock prison cells from early ages. Surely anything that helps kids is better than something doing active harm. Let’s put more money into mental health facilities instead of incarcerations. Let’s make sure when someone is released from prison that they have a job to go to. Let’s make sure our citizens have healthcare and that there are valid low income housing measures. All of these things will reduce crime and improve the quality of life. That is the direction we need to think in instead of increasing a police force. We need to think about the disparities between communities and races and ensure these people are protected and treated with respect-the same respect and treatment white people have been taking for granted in my country for centuries.
Above: a new mural for George Floyd, murdered by a group of police officers in a complicit system where the police are protected from their evil racist acts.
This mural was recently completed in the past couple of days and is found in Humboldt Park, Chicago on Division Avenue just east of California Ave. Cristian J. Roldán and Esther Kovacs
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