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A starry night and the milky way at Carvers Gap, North Carolina / Tennessee border looking toward North Carolina.
I will not be silent. I will not be complacent. I will speak out. I will protest. I will amplify voices. I will work to learn, grow, repair and do better. I will support organizations like Chicago Freedom School chicagofreedomschool.org , Chicago Community Bond Fund chicagobond.org and Black Lives Matter Chicago blacklivesmatterchicago.org
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.
A single exposure reflection which is best seen large.
I recently took this image in the centre of an English city and it is a scene which touched my heart and made me wonder what is their story.
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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
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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Letztens hatte ich Sturmfreie Bude und hatte geplant das aufkommende Unwetter am Spiegel Hauptgebäude in Hamburg zu fotografieren. Dass dieser Plan aber sowas von aufgeht hätte ich nie geglaubt.
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Canadian Pacific 8757, the Every Child Matters unit, leads CP train 148 into Watertown, Wisconsin on April 21, 2022.
It was the jacket that first caught my eye.
I was relaxing with some friends at the Dead Mule Club, unwinding after a long week, and enjoying the spring evening sun with a nice amber ale in front of me. Out onto the deck walks Mark Smith, instantly eye catching with his faded tuxedo jacket and relaxed gait, and I say to my friends, “I’ve got to get a portrait of this guy!”
It was actually a funny coincidence that this particular evening was the first time he’d worn the jacket in about 8 years, and I just happened to be there to capture it!
Mark is 59, and hails from Birkenhead in the northwest of England. He’s laughing at me here because of my string of erroneous guesses as to where he’s from- I can’t place his accent. He’s now living in Carrboro.
If you chat with Mark for awhile, you might find out some interesting things, and you can tell he’s got stories for you. Be sure to ask him about seeing Jimi Hendrix live, or the Beatles for that matter, about how the music scene was back home. Ask him to recommend you some good cyberpunk or sci-fi literature, or what “Ferry Cross the Mersey” is all about, how to grow organic tomatoes. Get him to tell you about how he ended a “which channel to watch” dispute with a pair of garden shears.
What he probably won’t tell you are the things about himself that you might divine from his stories- that Mark is a fundamentally fearless person, adventurous, courageous, and a lover of truth. After all, he has moved to another continent and set up a home, raised kids here, and at age 59 is looking to leave behind a career as a carpenter to go into silk screening!
I saw Mark again yesterday, and he was wearing the wine red twin to his other tux jacket. He’d also cut off all his hair, so apparently I captured quite a unique moment indeed. So if you’re ever at the Dead Mule, just listen out for a deep joyful laugh, or look out for a guy with a twinkle in his eye, trouble in a tux- and you just might get to meet Mark.
Dark Matter, 2019, artwork by Palestinian artist Mona Hatoum.
On display (till Corona Closure) at Museum Voorlinden, Wassenaar, Holland.
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Take me somewhere that matters. Part of the Flickr Collaboration group for 'Who I am'
I had already took a photo with the same title Here , so it took me a while to come up with something fresh for the group.
I feel that seeking life experiences with friends and opening your eyes to the rest of the world will help make clear who I really am.
Tuesday, September 30, 2025
National Day for Truth and Reconciliation
Holiday
The National Day for Truth and Reconciliation, originally and still colloquially known as Orange Shirt Day, is a Canadian day of memorial to recognize the atrocities and multi-generational effects of the Canadian Indian residential school system. It occurs every year on September 30. Wikipedia
Date: Tuesday, September 30, 2025
Event Length: 1 Day
Also called: Orange Shirt Day; T&R Day
Frequency: Annual
Related to: National Indigenous Peoples Day
Significance: National day to recognize the effect of the Canadian Indian residential school system
Started by: Phyllis Webstad
Every Child Matters is a slogan and message used to honour the innocent lives lost. It symbolizes that every child is important, including the ones who lose their lives and the adults who are still healing from their difficult time at residential schools.
The Denver's Shape 'Victor' at January 2018 eBento Event.
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The other side of her sign says: "My Life Matters"
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Mike's new tattoo
Original title: If you'r a bird, im a bird
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But I knew you were meant for me so dont stop your love. I wanna to say something with you but i need have time. It wll comes soon ;p
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Những vấn đề, những rắc rối bắt đầu vây bũa quanh mình -.-
Phải làm sao đâyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy
hilarious and awkward moment this morning: already 80 degrees at 7 a.m. and sticking to the alleys for shade while walking the dogs - I hear someone say "good morning" - not sure where the voice was coming from or if it was intended for me. Then I see a sleeper sofa under a carport - a man under some sheets - it was like he set up his bedroom outside - complete with nightstand. He tried to guess the breeds of our 3 dogs and acted like this was a perfectly normal social interaction. Just when you've think you've seen it all....
CP's new 'Every Child Matter' locomotive leads train 101 over the Ottertail river as the conductor gives an enthusiastic wave.
Matter of light -
Stanford California,
June 2016,
Leica M3,
Summaron 35mm f/3.5
Fujicolor Film 200
Developed C-41 at 106F
Every Child Matters Locomotive
On September 30, 2021, Orange Shirt Day and Canada's first National Day for Truth and Reconciliation, CP proudly placed into service the “Every Child Matters” orange locomotive to commemorate the victims and honour the survivors of residential schools in Canada. The locomotive will raise awareness as it operates across CP’s network for all of us who see it to continue on the path of learning about Indigenous Peoples and their rich history and culture.
The special orange locomotive was proposed by 13-year-old Jacob Hoffer, an Indigenous youth, who in the summer 2021 wrote to CP asking it to consider painting one of CP’s locomotives orange. In September, Jacob and his mom, Darcy, were invited to CP headquarters in Calgary to participate in the unveiling of the locomotive he helped make a reality.
CP received guidance from the Orange Shirt Society (OSS) to develop the special livery for this locomotive, which proudly displays the OSS logo on the side of the locomotive’s nose. OSS is a non-profit organization that supports Indian Residential School Reconciliation and creates awareness of the individual, family and community inter-generational impacts of Indian Residential Schools.
CP is proud to support the efforts of the OSS to create meaningful discussion about the effects of residential schools and the legacy they have left behind.
CP’s orange locomotive was commissioned onto the network on Orange Shirt Day and the first official National Day for Truth and Reconciliation in Canada.
The very nature and purpose of Orange Shirt Day, and National Day for Truth and Reconciliation, are to create an opportunity for Canadians to learn about and reflect on a dark chapter in the country's history and to commemorate the victims and honour the survivors, their families and their communities, as called for by the Truth and Reconciliation Commission and Indigenous leaders.
The orange locomotive will serve as a constant reminder of the work ahead, but also draw on the inspiration that connected Jacob, CP and the Orange Shirt Society - “Every Child Matters”.
Canadian Pacific Railway
CP Train 148
CP 8757, DPU CP 8467
Watertown, WI.
April 21, 2022
This photo illustrates what direct sunlight does to the colors shown in the previous image. Taken later in the afternoon, this photo lets viewers see how the browns become predominant and the turquoise and red shades, while still there, appear subdued in the overall presentation.
Something about shady light really brings out the chromatic range in Chinle images. I've seen this at other sites, too. Chinle photographers will want to take into account the differences that shade, cloud cover, and sun angle can make.
Although this portion of the site near the mesa is predominantly brown, farther out under the brown layer there is a thick layer that is a brilliant red. None of this is visible from the nearest road (a rough 4x4 track). After driving the rutty dirt road for over a mile, you have to walk up a small hill to look out over the vast spread of color below. This Chinle outcrop is about a mile wide and 10 miles long.