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Pollen collection isn't limited to just bees. This hoverfly was carefully combing through the frilly blue flower that it is pictured on. I'm not a fan of these flowers due to their disorderly appearance, but as I crouched near a patch of them I discovered quite a few insects around them that weren't visible to me while I was standing. When viewed in macros they provide interesting "turf" for the photos.
Picture taken with an Olympus E-520 (with ME-1 eyecup to aid in manual focusing) and Zuiko Digital 50mm f/2.0 Macro lens, with an Olympus EX-25 extension tube used to allow increased magnification and an Olympus FL-50R flash used wirelessly off-camera, hand-held to the upper left and fired downward at an angle toward the subject with the diffuser on.
This photo was processed from RAW, and was cropped slightly to make the details a bit more apparent in the smaller-sized images.
f/18 used to expand the depth of field; ISO 100; 1/100; the flash was used to counter the small aperture.
This was taken in the English gardens section of the Conservatory Gardens of Central Park in New York City.
Part of Grand Teton National Park
Moose, Teton County, Wyoming
Listed: 08/25/1998
Although many of the buildings within this complex were not constructed until the 1950s, all adhere to the layout and design concepts initiated in 1946. The complex represents the last privately owned and operated auto-camp/resort complex constructed in Grand Teton National Park in the historical period, prior to the initiation of Mission-66 concession-development schemes. It is eligible to the National Register of Historic Places for its association with duderanch rustic architecture and with area tourism. The district's period of significance extends from Jenkins' purchase in 1946 until the completion of major construction in 1956. The Highlands is a component of the "Auto Camp" property type (Dude Ranching and Tourism context), as defined in the Grand Teton National Park Multiple Property Submission (1997).
Charles Byron and Jeanne Jenkins and Gloria Jenkins Wardell purchased the Highlands site in 1946, From this date until 1956, they methodically added "one or two cabins a year" in a U-shaped pattern anchored by a large log/board-andbatten lodge. The lodge, originally envisioned as a "Tyrollean type" to conform to the frequent use of Swiss architecture in national parks, was instead constructed in the more typical regional rustic style. Cabins were built by Jenkins and a few hired carpenters, who worked during the summer months. As many as 13 "girls" cleaned the cabins, worked in the dining room, and lived in the dormitory (better known as the Hen House).
Although developed as a private property, and insulated from NPS design controls or lease obligations, The Highlands reflected GRTE accommodation designs first articulated in the 1940s.
By 1956, the site included a large central lodge; three cabins dating to the Sensenbachs; and a new generation of tourist cabins, constructed by Jenkins, with occasional help, in what his nephew defines as "a labor of love." The Highlands was distinct from area dude ranches (which supplied each guest with his/her own saddle horse, provided family-style meals on the European Plan, and most often boasted only of a "private outdoor toilet") and also from more standard auto-camp complexes, such as Kimmel Kabins (where, in an important precursor to major modern trends in park tourism, one to two night stays were encouraged, and neither meals nor recreational services were provided). A ca. 1950 brochure describing "The Highlands" log cabins as:
from, one to five rooms in an individual unit, spacious, attractively furnished in keeping with the log interiors, completely modern with private bathrooms, plenty of hot water, electric heat and daily maid service.... Having your meals with us is optional, but you will find it a convenience and a pleasure.
In Texas...eat meat!
Karen Platt, Jim Haber, Roger Kallenberg, Michael Batchelder and Liat Weingart out for dinner in Ft. Worth, taking a break from the gruelling if methodical, UMGC sub-committee meetings.
ROMA ARCHEOLOGICA & RESTAURO ARCHITETTURA. "LA COSTRUZIONE DELLA FORMA URBIS DIGITALE DI ROMA MEDIEVALE: IL PROGETTO DELL’UNIVERSITÀ DI ROMA TOR VERGATA," Archeologia e Calcolatori Supplemento 7, (2015) [pdf], pp. 213-225; & ROMA MEDIEVALE - Università di Roma Tor Vergata (2016).
1). ROMA - Alessandra Molinari, Nicoletta Giannini, "LA COSTRUZIONE DELLA FORMA URBIS DIGITALE DI ROMA MEDIEVALE: IL PROGETTO DELL’UNIVERSITÀ DI ROMA TOR VERGATA," Archeologia e Calcolatori Supplemento 7, (2015) [pdf], pp. 213-225.
Aim of this paper is to introduce the Medieval Forma Urbis project which is part of an agreement between Lazio Region and Tor Vergata University (Rome-Italy). The analysis starts from an assumption: surely, the urban history of ancient and medieval Rome has a wide bibliography with important summaries and several detailed studies related to medieval buildings, by architects and art historians but also by archaeologists. Furthermore, historical far-reaching reviews contained in the recent essay by J.C. Maire Vigueur or in the one by C.J. Wickham apply a stringent use of the archaeological record and material culture. Why then propose a cohesive and, at the same time, detailed study about what remains of medieval Rome? The first observation we can make about all this literature, is that this kind of approach rarely used methods specific to Building Archaeology and, in any case, never when they concern the entire urban area. We believe, instead, that only stratigraphy and typology methodically applied to the reading of historical buildings can allow us to read and unravel the complex palimpsest of the city. The typological and stratigraphic analysis, managed through geo-referenced databases, is then a proper solution to reading the different building phenomena in quantitative diachronic and synchronic terms.
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-- Archeologia e Calcolatori, Supplemento 7 - 2015, & II SITAR nella Rete della ricerca italiana. Verso la conoscenza archeologica condivisa. Atti del III Convegno (Roma, Museo Nazionale Romano, 23-24 maggio 2013).
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2). ROMA MEDIEVALE - Università di Roma Tor Vergata (2016).
Il progetto della Forma Urbis di Roma medievale è condotto nell’ambito di una convenzione tra la Regione Lazio(Filas) e l’Università di Roma Tor Vergata, in particolare si tratta del progetto pilota dal titolo “Le identità del Lazio. Valorizzazione del patrimonio storico, sociale, artistico ambientale attraverso nuove piattaforme conoscitive (e multimediali), anche ai fini della promozione turistico-culturale”.
FONTE | SOURCE:
-- ROMA MEDIEVALE - Università di Roma Tor Vergata (2016).
archeologiamedievale.uniroma2.it/progetti/roma-medievale/
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I. ROMA ARCHEOLOGICA & RESTAURO ARCHITETTURA: Roma - Campidoglio / Palazzo Senatorio: Durante i lavori di restauro di Pal. Senatorio tornano alla luce affreschi medievali del 1300 (Com. di Roma 06/2010). & 'Scoperte del Campdoglio' BCom (1889) & Pal. Senatorio: lavori di 1888-89 (C.d.R / ASC 2010). FOTO & STAMPA 1 di 60.
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II. ROMA ARCHEOLOGICA & RESTAURO ARCHITETTURA: Rome - The Forum of Nerva and Via dell' Impero (20.02.1928): View of Prof. A. M. Colini's excavations in the F. of Nerva and the Medieval Domus, later re-excavated in 1995-97. Archivo Storico LUCE (2010). Foro di Nerva - Scavi - 20.02.1928, Profonda buca scavata nell'area del foro di Nerva con resti di colonne e mura scoperti. Campo medio, IN: 5). Il Foro di Nerva - Scavi (1998-2013, 1996-97, 1989, 1940, & 1928-31) | The Forum of Nerva - excavations (1998-2013, 1996-97, 1989, 1940, & 1928-31), FOTO 7 STAMPA 1 di 262.
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s.v.,
-- ROMA ARCHEOLOGICA & RESTAURO ARCHITETTURA: M.G. Filetici et al., IL RESTAURO DELLA DOMUS TIBERIANA E LA NUOVA PIATTAFORMA DI RACCOLTA ED ELABORAZIONE DEI DATI SCIENTIFICI SITAR, Archeologia e Calcolatori, Supplemento 7, (2015), [PDF], pp. 253-270.
-- ROMA ARCHEOLOGICA & RESTAURO ARCHITETTURA: The Imperial Fora: WEBGIS-DIGITALI / G. Nolli (1748), Catasto Gregoriana (1816-24) [Rioni Monti I, Foglio # 9], UNIVERSITA "ROMA TRE" (DIPSU) 2008-15. FOTO & STAMPA 1 di 73.
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-- ROMA ARCHEOLOGICA & RESTAURO ARCHITETTURA: Dott.ssa Orietta Verdi (a cura di), "In presentia mei notarii. Piante e disegni nei protocolli dei Notai Capitolini (1605-1875). ASR (2009-11), & I TESORI DELLA CAPITALE, LA REPUBBLICA 11/02/2011, p. 13. [04|2014]. FOTO & STAMPA 1 di 26.
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Niyata in Sanskrit is the root of nyata in Bahasa Indonesia, carries the meaning of being real, distinct, or true.
TEDxJakarta 12: Niyata evolves around the celebration of order, abides to the notion that even nature most often works in alluring patterns, precipitated by the sum of many tiny-yet-meaningful and methodical inflections.
Gedung Kesenian Jakarta
June 10th, 2017
Documentation team:
Dave | Idznie | Mutia
2012年入選 2012 Selected Work Award
陳況豪 / 大台南地區
拍攝動機：
本創作計畫需要採取一種抽離視野的方式，來大量尋找臺灣各處地景或建築風格怪異、差距大的地方，當有系統的呈現，構築出另一個約定俗成後的真實社會，藉由兩邊風格迥異，看似真實卻又超現實的場景、背景，以一種觀光客的凝視，指出照片中人與人、空間之間，如此靠近卻又不熟悉狀態的第三意義。
CHEN, KVANG-HAO / Greater Tainan area
Why I Took These Pictures：
My current project involves using an abstracted approach to record any peculiar or unique sceneries and architectural features that catch my eye in all corners of Taiwan, especially ones that offer marked contrasts of style or mood, and then present them in a methodical fashion to construct an alternative image of conventional society by superimposing the unusual and quirky on the commonly perceived reality. The result are apparently “normal” but simultaneously surreal scenes and backgrounds as seen through the gaze of a tourist, revealing how the interaction between people and people, as well as people and spaces, creates both nearness and a feeling of distance and strangeness.
Winner’s Speech:
Niyata in Sanskrit is the root of nyata in Bahasa Indonesia, carries the meaning of being real, distinct, or true.
TEDxJakarta 12: Niyata evolves around the celebration of order, abides to the notion that even nature most often works in alluring patterns, precipitated by the sum of many tiny-yet-meaningful and methodical inflections.
Gedung Kesenian Jakarta
June 10th, 2017
Documentation team:
Dave | Idznie | Mutia
Brian spent most of the day on the thankless task of methodically scraping off the old plastic coating from the seat frames. We are all very happy the bus only has 8 seats.
The French-language "Methodical Encyclopaedia" of 1782 defines a menagerie as an "establishment of luxury and curiosity."
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This is a piece called: The Queen's Menagerie, dedicated to Queen Zarina's Menagerie of exotic animals which are housed within the walls of her summer palace just beyond the glass conservatory and beautiful gardens within the palace grounds.
Every year, Queen Zarina's Exotic Wildlife go on tour with the Kennsington Royal Circus, personal circus to the Royal Family.
During the early evenings of the show, Lioness Millie performs behind the lush creamy curtains with the lions for a spectacular show.
I hope you catch the Queen's Menagerie traveling to a port near you!
Music to go with this photo: here
Oxen in China are put on a pedestal. So it goes with Oxen people. Oxen are bright, peace-loving, often easy-going and trusting. But, on the other hand, they can also be stubborn, methodical, and fiercely competitive, with, shudder, fierce tempers to boot. Oxen are natural born mentors and life is filled with examples of people who have gone on to great success because of them. Mentally and physically alert to the point of genius, many Oxen belong to Mensa. They can create the most imposing structures, magnificent sculpture, and homes. They respond like poets to the beauties of nature and of solitude. Oxen are unique, they are The Flower that bursts through the crack of cement.
Great fun these Wood Oxen, with their marvelous sense of humor that patches up just about everything in their path, winning chuckling friends along the way. Like typical oxen, they are open-minded, with a "laissez-faire" philosophy towards others. They conduct their own lives with a strong moral code and receive and deserve admiration and trust for their integrity. Practical all the way, Wood Oxen never make rash decisions and are always considerate of the needs of others. Another story is money! Finances are not too stable because of that old devil Credit! Why, they would buy a dinosaur if they were just offered one with a dollar down and a dollar a week. Not only that, they lend money to friends, not a good idea! Despite a volatile financial life, their careers are pretty successful. Since they are generally such quick learners, all they have to do is control their impulsive spending and try saving for a change. When it comes to moonlight and roses, Wood Oxen have it made. Because they are such good communicators, they know that nothing chills a romance like a cold shoulder. They talk over differences right away, never letting trifles build up into resentments. Wood Oxen are very devoted to their family and family life is rich with treasure.
FAQs are written by people who expect the person who needs help to look like this. Methodical, calm, expert. Like them. When in reality they're probably screaming in frustration.
Live-blog of Kathy Sierra's Keynote address to SXSW at blog.brian-fitzgerald.net/?p=159
Niyata in Sanskrit is the root of nyata in Bahasa Indonesia, carries the meaning of being real, distinct, or true.
TEDxJakarta 12: Niyata evolves around the celebration of order, abides to the notion that even nature most often works in alluring patterns, precipitated by the sum of many tiny-yet-meaningful and methodical inflections.
Gedung Kesenian Jakarta
June 10th, 2017
Documentation team:
Dave | Idznie | Mutia
FT. PICKETT, Va.— Spc. Ryan McGinnis, a Soldier with 3rd Platoon, Bravo Co., 104th Brigade Enhancement Battalion reports back his team’s position while route clearing during the eXportable Combat Training Capability exercises. McGinnis and his team dismounted from explosive resistant vehicles in order to search the tree line. “We identified something that looked manmade, and was a cause for concern,” said McGinnis, who proceeded methodically through the brush looking for additional threats. McGinnis spoke highly of his fellow Soldiers, many of whom are training on new equipment during XCTC.
“I’m impressed with their confidence,” he said. “No one was timid. Everybody has been diving in, and doing their best.”
(U.S. Army Photo by Staff Sgt. Evan Lane, Photography NCO, 65th Press Camp Headquarters, Massachusetts Army National Guard.)
Part of Grand Teton National Park
Moose, Teton County, Wyoming
Listed: 08/25/1998
Although many of the buildings within this complex were not constructed until the 1950s, all adhere to the layout and design concepts initiated in 1946. The complex represents the last privately owned and operated auto-camp/resort complex constructed in Grand Teton National Park in the historical period, prior to the initiation of Mission-66 concession-development schemes. It is eligible to the National Register of Historic Places for its association with duderanch rustic architecture and with area tourism. The district's period of significance extends from Jenkins' purchase in 1946 until the completion of major construction in 1956. The Highlands is a component of the "Auto Camp" property type (Dude Ranching and Tourism context), as defined in the Grand Teton National Park Multiple Property Submission (1997).
Charles Byron and Jeanne Jenkins and Gloria Jenkins Wardell purchased the Highlands site in 1946, From this date until 1956, they methodically added "one or two cabins a year" in a U-shaped pattern anchored by a large log/board-andbatten lodge. The lodge, originally envisioned as a "Tyrollean type" to conform to the frequent use of Swiss architecture in national parks, was instead constructed in the more typical regional rustic style. Cabins were built by Jenkins and a few hired carpenters, who worked during the summer months. As many as 13 "girls" cleaned the cabins, worked in the dining room, and lived in the dormitory (better known as the Hen House).
Although developed as a private property, and insulated from NPS design controls or lease obligations, The Highlands reflected GRTE accommodation designs first articulated in the 1940s.
By 1956, the site included a large central lodge; three cabins dating to the Sensenbachs; and a new generation of tourist cabins, constructed by Jenkins, with occasional help, in what his nephew defines as "a labor of love." The Highlands was distinct from area dude ranches (which supplied each guest with his/her own saddle horse, provided family-style meals on the European Plan, and most often boasted only of a "private outdoor toilet") and also from more standard auto-camp complexes, such as Kimmel Kabins (where, in an important precursor to major modern trends in park tourism, one to two night stays were encouraged, and neither meals nor recreational services were provided). A ca. 1950 brochure describing "The Highlands" log cabins as:
from, one to five rooms in an individual unit, spacious, attractively furnished in keeping with the log interiors, completely modern with private bathrooms, plenty of hot water, electric heat and daily maid service.... Having your meals with us is optional, but you will find it a convenience and a pleasure.
Originally written May 6th. 2008
Whether ole man winter is ready to give up the ghost or not, slowly yet surely spring is beginning to resemble something of it’s former past glory, and I’m beginning to think (possibly even salivate over the idea) that it’s time to finally begin breaking out the ole tools, lubes, shovels, rakes, spades, wrenches, doohickeys, thing-a-ma-jiggers, doodads, and hum-dingers, for yet another fruitless attempt at resurrecting my WWI French front looking backyard. This time with a garden.
I can recall not so long ago, oh say last Monday, the temperatures had struggled, wrestled, and tilted their way all the way into the mid 70’s, and while we did receive a good three inches worth of the white stuff on Wednesday, nothing stuck for more then an hour or ten, and as the new week drivels itself to a close, warm has once again reared it’s more then welcome mug, and I’ve begun to notice more and more of this peculiar green stuff sprouting up near everywhere I allow my eye to wander. I’ve also taken notice of a few other things that seem to fall into this mysterious “Springs a comin. Spread the word” category. As my work day progresses I’m beginning to peel off more and more layers of clothing, having found recall of that curious and almost forgotten sensation of being to hot. That cantankerous furnace at the back of the house has noticeably been dipping fewer and fewer times into my not so deep pockets, and the stalk of lager I usually keep stored safely and comfortably away out in the garage is no longer ice cold in the evenings. Huh. Must be getting warmer outside. There is something else I’ve noticed too.
Suddenly there are all these little fluffy over sized rodents that I guess most folk just call squirrels, scampering about my property, paying little heed to ownership lines, and even less heed toward actual property, say for example, bird feeders and the tasty pulp of sweet, sweet seed, residing in their innards. They to have apparently begun to spread the word of springs arrival, and curiously enough, as it so often has happened in the past, the local surroundings of my home seem to have become a sort of central hub for which the native squirrel nation has approved for it's social congregation…Despite it’s hazards. I actually recognized one of them this afternoon. It was the one the had garnered itself the title of “Dora’s squirrel”, some years ago, having involuntarily participated in a sort of non scripted extracurricular activity with the aforementioned hazard. Just what hazard am I referring too?
Despite her petite frame and domesticated size, for as long as I can recall, Dora the cat has reveled in her instinctive predatory pleasures, and who can blame her. She is after all a cat, and outside of the realm of “worship me, for I am your living God”, hunting is her second favorite thing to do. Well third maybe. It has always been sort of a coin toss there between hunting and chewing on my toes right at the exact moment I’ve achieve optimum REM sleep.
In her youth as a clumsy kitten, Dora had near immediately taken to embellishing herself in both the art of stalking, toying with, and eventual utterly destroying any of God’s creatures, and waking me from a dead sleep more quickly then six galloons of ice cold water. Her first victims, err, pray, had actually been smaller then she was. Much smaller. She had started first with any whoa stricken insects that had mistakenly crossed her path, and eventually graduating into the thrill of hunting field mice along the canal bank. When that glory hunt wasn’t satisfying enough, she had then begun to stalk large pray. Pray that not only out numbered her, but clearly out weighed her.
There really wasn’t much in ways of a slow transition. On the scale of local rodents around here gauged in size, strength, and speed, you have the typical field mouse, and then you immediately jump into the realm of the typical moderate-sized arboreal squirrel. For Dora this transition into the hunt of large bushy tailed pray had been, for lack of better description…Difficult.
Her first few attempts at bagging the big one had not gone off without a hitch. Come to think of it, they had not gone off at all. I can recall at the time she had by then figured out how to climb the pine tree in the front yard, for no other reason then I can figure then to get up on to the roof top, providing her a key look out, and essential defilade from the enemy squirrels she had decided to stalk. Or at least I presume that was what her original plan had been. Hearing the scampering, hissing, and strafing taking place just above my head down here in the dungeon had not drawn a great deal of concern the first couple of time’s I’d taken notice of it, but all aspirations of Dora becoming a full fledged rodent hunter had come crashing to the ground one fateful day when I’d finally bore witness to the sight of my little Dora cat occupied in rapid full high speed retreat across my frontage with two very agitated and curiously motivated squirrels in hot pursuit, of her. At the time all I could do was raise an eyebrow and utter “Huh…Their kicken her a$$.”
That was a few years ago, and Dora has grown a little since then, but it had taken me more then a little motivation to fully believe the Wife, the first few times she had met me at the front door with stories of the heroic Dora cat, bolting across the front yard in hot pursuit of the very same squirrels that had made her earlier years of youth such a living hell. Perhaps it had been that lack of faith that had eventually reaped forth one of the most horrifying moments of my life since I’d taken up residency within the walls of this sacred bastion I now call home.
Perhaps in deed.
While not necessarily traumatizing, spotting that particularly familiar and very unmistakable not so bushy-tailed genus Scicurus, we’ve named “Dora’s squirrel”, scampering across my front lawn this evening brought recall on the first evening Dora had scared me for life, and I’d finally fully realized that the stories the Wife had been telling me about our beloved feline were actually true. It had been a hot August that year, and in the evenings near every window in the house was open at night, letting in what little cool air there was to offer. At the time, while most of the larger windows on the south side of the house had been replaced, most if not all of the bedroom windows still boasted the reminiscence of neglect and age. Only a hand full of them actually had a screen to them, and the ones that didn’t had over time become Dora’s means of entering and exiting the house through out the night time hours.
Seems this is the apart in the story were Dora’s second and third most favorite things to do fall hand in hand. You see, for reasons I’ve never been able to understand, Dora the cat adores my attention. At night when she is not out stalking pray, you’ll find her either trying to smother me, or just, yes, gnawing on my toes when the situation permits itself, and even during these waking day light hours I still find myself over whelmed with her affection, as I attempt to write, chew food, or just breath, as I shew her butt out of my face at this very moment. Apparently for her this display of love, affection and worship is not always enough.
Getting back to that hot August and more particularly a single night. The night I’d been assaulted with a dead weapon.
It was hot that summer. Real hot. One of the hottest summers we’d had on record. A heat wave that left blisters on my already burned out brain, and had me ever leery for the disturbing signs of the Predator, or Gary Busey. I now have to wonder if perhaps they both had haphazardly wondered into Dora’s territory, only to fall victim to her, and her methodical master wooing. I’d awoken to the usual sound of Dora at my bedside, mewing casually at first, and then with a slightly more stressed urgency. At the time the strain in her efforts to gain my attention at three in the morning had not struck me as being anything I should consider disconcerting. I was after all somewhat occupied with deep slumber and dreams of toasted tea cakes, imported lager, and Halle Berry. When she refused to submit to my sleep and dreams, I finally submitted myself, mumbling only “What’s wrong Dora?” I was answered with yet another coy mew, at which time I regarded as little more then a weak vote of attention. Taking the bait, I submitted yet again, this time reaching out to the floor next to my bed in an effort to comfort the apparently forlorn feline…What I found was fir…But it was not Dora’s.
Coarse, that would have been a good way of describing what my hand had found at my bed side. It was fir but it did not resemble the delicate softness of the cat I’d come to know, mock, and kind of sorta hate at three in the morning, named Dora. A little more awake, and just slightly more curious, I allowed my hand to investigate more thoroughly in the pitch black darkness, moving my digits a little further south. Three and a half seconds later I discovered something that I’m quite certain I will never forget.
Brushing my hand towards what I’d figured must have been the direction of my cats head my figure tips came across something I can for lack of better description only describe as Jell-O. Warm Jell-O. Warm, oozy, sticky, viscous, Jell-O, at my bedside. Well I don’t know about you, but warm jell-o doesn’t really belong at my bedside, and the last time I’d checked Dora had nothing attached to or growing from her person that really resembled jell-o. I suppose what happened next should make perfect since. I responded to my new discovery like any adult male with a large over swollen pair of brass balls would….Yep. I woke up the entire neighborhood in one single felt swept bellow, and then turned my attention to the only person I know that genuinely scares me.
“HOLY ****!!! WIFE!!!”
After the Wife had calmed me, assured me that neither the Predator nor Gary Busey had any real interest in either one of us or the fresh tatters I’d brought home from work that evening, she then made her away across the bed room to the light switch, and I was finally able to see what it was my hand had actually ran across.
What I found was Dora. Sitting proudly next to my bedside…Along with her new friend. A squirrel almost as large as she was…minus one head.
I think in away Dora had taken offense to me transporting her trophy to the outside trash can as quickly as I could find the means, and to this day the episode has not repeated itself. This does not of course mean she has given up the hunt, and I’m reminded of that every time I spy “Dora’s Squirrel” scampering across my lawn. In away I think that little guy has something to teach us all. He knows Dora is out there, and he knows this is her territory. I think he continues to encroach on this territory as not only a challenge to himself, but also as a challenge to the cat that didn't manage to rob him of his life, but had taken his tail as a trophy.
Until next time folks. Stay warm, stay dry, stay safe.
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The streets of Barcelona are exploding with color and life, and a large part of the charm are the numerous performing artists which crowd the Ramblas passageway, impressing with their imagination, focus, concentration and inventiveness. This is the first of what will surely be many shots - killing time between rehearsals, I watched this man methodically paint his face and don his costume to BECOME Edward Scissorhands. The talent is really extraordinary!
Bakugan Serpenoid
The Serpeniod Class squeezes the life out of its enemies. This Bakugans attack is extremely fast but the suffering it inflicts is slow and methodical. Their power grows as the life of their enemies is slowly sucked away, leaving them with nothing. The Serpenoid Class slithers low to the ground but is quick to rise up and Battle other Bakugan.
This Collared Aracari kept knocking and scraping its beak against the branch, though it was very methodical about the knocks, usually in pairs. At the time I was wondering if it was trying to scare prey out of the wood or flush it from the epiphytes, but I think Johannes proposed that it might be cleaning its bill of stick fruit bits it was eating, and now that I'm looking at these photos, it definitely seems to have some plant detritus on its beak, so I think that seems probable.
Neatly staked, the multiple flags line the highway in a methodical manner, saluting the development of the Freedom Park memorial honoring those lives lost on Sep 11th. Though it is Flag Day weekend and the flags themselves may be temporary, the symbolism lives on. Freedom Park, Naples, FL
i'm continuously impressed with my little guy's design aesthetic.
he's methodical. and makes really nice-looking creations.
U.S. Forces Afghanistan Protective Service Detail Sgt. Jaclyn Guzman from California maintains visual surveillance as shots are fired and explosions erupt from a building in Kabul, Sept. 13. Insurgents attacked the International Security Assistance Force Afghanistan headquarters and the U.S. Embassy in Kabul, Tuesday, with small-arms fire from outside the secure zone surrounding these compounds. Afghan and coalition forces trapped the insurgents in the partially-constructed, multi-story building they were using as a firing position, and conducted a methodical, floor-by-floor clearing operation.
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St. Martin continued his journey to Tours, where he was received as the tutelar angel of his people. In his great age he relaxed nothing of his austerities, or of his zealous labours for the salvation of others; and he continued to the end of his life to confirm his doctrine by frequent and wonderful miracles, as we are assured by St. Sulpicius Severus. This great man 10 renouncing the world, chose for his first retreat a little cottage upon an estate which he had at a village upon the borders of Aquitain, now in Languedoc, called Primuliac, and afterwards Mount Primlau, a place not now known. He made several visits to St. Martin, and squared his life by his direction. Upon his arrival, the blessed man himself presented water to him and his companions to wash their hands before eating; ordered them to be served with a moderate corporal refection; then fed them with the spiritual food of his heavenly discourses, strongly exhorting them to renounce sensuality, and the pleasures and distraction of the world, that, without hinderance, they might follow the Lord Jesus with their whole hearts. In the evening he washed their feet with his own hands. St. Sulpicius assures us, that though a stranger to secular learning, he was in his discourses clear, methodical, pathetically vehement, and powerfully eloquent: that he was very ready in solving intricate difficulties of holy writ, in answering questions upon spiritual matters, and in giving to every one suitable advice; that no one confuted errors and infidelity, or set off the truth of the Christian religion with greater perspicuity or force. This illustrious author adds, that he never heard any man speak with so much good sense, with so much knowledge and penetration, or with purer language: and that the gravity, dignity, and humility, with which he delivered himself, were not to be expressed. Nevertheless, his strongest exhortation to perfect virtue was the almost irresistible influence of his example and wonderful sanctity. No one ever saw him angry, disturbed, sad, or vainly laughing; the same tranquillity of mind, the same serenity of countenance appeared in him in prosperity and adversity, and, under all the vicissitudes of human accidents, even beyond what seemed possible in this mortal life. Christ was always in his mouth, and in his heart. Nothing reigned there but sincere humility, piety, peace, mercy, and goodness. He was very cautious never to judge others, and to interpret every one’s actions, if it was possible, in the best part. Injuries, slanders, envy, and the jealousy of persecutors, which, in the whole course of his life were never wanting, he recompensed by weeping bitterly for their sins, and by seeking every opportunity of serving them, and of heaping benefits upon them, never excluding any one from his holy friendship. 11 He would never lose any time in the day, and often passed whole nights in labours and watchings. To his body he allowed only that refreshment and repose which extreme necessity required, lying on the bare ground, covered with a coarse sackcloth. Amidst his exterior employments his heart was always closely united to God, and he seemed never to lose sight of his presence either in words or actions. And as smiths, when they have no iron bar before them to work on, strike sometimes on the anvil through use; so St. Martin, whether he read or wrote, or treated with men, through habit was continually recollected in the interior man, and conversed sweetly with the heavenly Spouse, and with the Giver of all graces. He was accustomed to gather profitable spiritual lessons and thoughts, and to kindle holy affections from all things which occurred. Once when he saw a sheep newly shorn, he pleasantly said to those that were with him: “This sheep hath fulfilled the precept of the gospel, because having enough for two coats, it hath parted with one to such as have need; so should you likewise do.” Seeing a man keeping swine, very cold, and but half covered with a poor scanty coat of skins, he said: “Behold Adam driven out of Paradise; but let us, leaving the old Adam, clothe ourselves with the new.” In visiting his diocess, arriving once at a river, he saw a great quantity of fowl very busy in gorging up the fish; whereupon he said: “These ravenous birds resemble much our infernal enemies, which lie always in wait to catch unwary souls, and suddenly make them their prey.” But he commanded the fowls to leave the waters, and betake themselves to the hills and moors; which they instantly did. In this manner every creature served the saint’s purified eyes as a lively glass of truth; and, from all things, he gathered, without study or labour, and even with delight, wholesome lessons, to maintain his heart always in pure and heavenly thoughts. In like manner he endeavoured that his subjects should exercise their souls constantly in prayer, that they might be disposed to afford a clean and agreeable lodging to the heavenly Spouse. It was by keeping his mind ever fixed on God, and by the excellent purity of his heart much more than by the natural vivacity of his wit, and by his reading, that he attained to so high a degree of true science, and heavenly eloquence, and acquired that strength with which, as a great captain of the spiritual warfare, he by all means continually waged war against the prince of this world, and, wherever he went, dispossessed him of his ancient tyranny
Niyata in Sanskrit is the root of nyata in Bahasa Indonesia, carries the meaning of being real, distinct, or true.
TEDxJakarta 12: Niyata evolves around the celebration of order, abides to the notion that even nature most often works in alluring patterns, precipitated by the sum of many tiny-yet-meaningful and methodical inflections.
Gedung Kesenian Jakarta
June 10th, 2017
Documentation team:
Dave | Idznie | Mutia
Niyata in Sanskrit is the root of nyata in Bahasa Indonesia, carries the meaning of being real, distinct, or true.
TEDxJakarta 12: Niyata evolves around the celebration of order, abides to the notion that even nature most often works in alluring patterns, precipitated by the sum of many tiny-yet-meaningful and methodical inflections.
Gedung Kesenian Jakarta
June 10th, 2017
Documentation team:
Dave | Idznie | Mutia
Monotype from my photograph -- watering the lawn in 1958 Los Angeles.
Monotype process: rolled black ink onto a zinc plate, removed ink methodically to form picture, printed onto dampened paper using etching press.
Part of Grand Teton National Park
Moose, Teton County, Wyoming
Listed: 08/25/1998
Although many of the buildings within this complex were not constructed until the 1950s, all adhere to the layout and design concepts initiated in 1946. The complex represents the last privately owned and operated auto-camp/resort complex constructed in Grand Teton National Park in the historical period, prior to the initiation of Mission-66 concession-development schemes. It is eligible to the National Register of Historic Places for its association with duderanch rustic architecture and with area tourism. The district's period of significance extends from Jenkins' purchase in 1946 until the completion of major construction in 1956. The Highlands is a component of the "Auto Camp" property type (Dude Ranching and Tourism context), as defined in the Grand Teton National Park Multiple Property Submission (1997).
Charles Byron and Jeanne Jenkins and Gloria Jenkins Wardell purchased the Highlands site in 1946, From this date until 1956, they methodically added "one or two cabins a year" in a U-shaped pattern anchored by a large log/board-andbatten lodge. The lodge, originally envisioned as a "Tyrollean type" to conform to the frequent use of Swiss architecture in national parks, was instead constructed in the more typical regional rustic style. Cabins were built by Jenkins and a few hired carpenters, who worked during the summer months. As many as 13 "girls" cleaned the cabins, worked in the dining room, and lived in the dormitory (better known as the Hen House).
Although developed as a private property, and insulated from NPS design controls or lease obligations, The Highlands reflected GRTE accommodation designs first articulated in the 1940s.
By 1956, the site included a large central lodge; three cabins dating to the Sensenbachs; and a new generation of tourist cabins, constructed by Jenkins, with occasional help, in what his nephew defines as "a labor of love." The Highlands was distinct from area dude ranches (which supplied each guest with his/her own saddle horse, provided family-style meals on the European Plan, and most often boasted only of a "private outdoor toilet") and also from more standard auto-camp complexes, such as Kimmel Kabins (where, in an important precursor to major modern trends in park tourism, one to two night stays were encouraged, and neither meals nor recreational services were provided). A ca. 1950 brochure describing "The Highlands" log cabins as:
from, one to five rooms in an individual unit, spacious, attractively furnished in keeping with the log interiors, completely modern with private bathrooms, plenty of hot water, electric heat and daily maid service.... Having your meals with us is optional, but you will find it a convenience and a pleasure.
Taken at Circle B Bar Reserve Lakeland Florida.
Cornell Labs:
(www.allaboutbirds.org/guide/Little_Blue_Heron/id)
Egretta caerulea
ORDER: PELECANIFORMES
FAMILY: ARDEIDAE
A small, dark heron arrayed in moody blues and purples, the Little Blue Heron is a common but inconspicuous resident of marshes and estuaries in the Southeast. They stalk shallow waters for small fish and amphibians, adopting a quiet, methodical approach that can make these gorgeous herons surprisingly easy to overlook at first glance. Little Blue Herons build stick nests in trees alongside other colonial waterbirds. In the U.S., their populations have been in a gradual decline since the mid-twentieth
Size & Shape:
This is a fairly small heron with a slight body, slender neck, and fairly long legs. It has rounded wings, and a long, straight, spearlike bill that is thick at the base.
Color Pattern:
Adult Little Blue Herons are very dark all over. At close range or in good light, they have a rich purple-maroon head and neck and dark slaty-blue body. They have yellow eyes, greenish legs, and a bill that is pale blue at the base, black at the tip. Juveniles are entirely white, except for vague dusky tips to the outer primaries. Immatures molting into adult plumage are a patchwork of white and blue.
Behavior:
The Little Blue Heron is a stand-and-wait predator, rather than a frenetic, dashing-about predator. They watch the water for fish and other small morsels, changing locations by walking slowly or by flying to a completely different site. They nest in trees, usually among other nesting herons and wading birds.
Habitat:
Look for Little Blue Herons on quiet waters ranging from tidal flats and estuaries to streams, swamps, and flooded fields. They are usually found in only small numbers at any one water body, often tucked into hidden corners.
Part of Grand Teton National Park
Moose, Teton County, Wyoming
Listed: 08/25/1998
Although many of the buildings within this complex were not constructed until the 1950s, all adhere to the layout and design concepts initiated in 1946. The complex represents the last privately owned and operated auto-camp/resort complex constructed in Grand Teton National Park in the historical period, prior to the initiation of Mission-66 concession-development schemes. It is eligible to the National Register of Historic Places for its association with duderanch rustic architecture and with area tourism. The district's period of significance extends from Jenkins' purchase in 1946 until the completion of major construction in 1956. The Highlands is a component of the "Auto Camp" property type (Dude Ranching and Tourism context), as defined in the Grand Teton National Park Multiple Property Submission (1997).
Charles Byron and Jeanne Jenkins and Gloria Jenkins Wardell purchased the Highlands site in 1946, From this date until 1956, they methodically added "one or two cabins a year" in a U-shaped pattern anchored by a large log/board-andbatten lodge. The lodge, originally envisioned as a "Tyrollean type" to conform to the frequent use of Swiss architecture in national parks, was instead constructed in the more typical regional rustic style. Cabins were built by Jenkins and a few hired carpenters, who worked during the summer months. As many as 13 "girls" cleaned the cabins, worked in the dining room, and lived in the dormitory (better known as the Hen House).
Although developed as a private property, and insulated from NPS design controls or lease obligations, The Highlands reflected GRTE accommodation designs first articulated in the 1940s.
By 1956, the site included a large central lodge; three cabins dating to the Sensenbachs; and a new generation of tourist cabins, constructed by Jenkins, with occasional help, in what his nephew defines as "a labor of love." The Highlands was distinct from area dude ranches (which supplied each guest with his/her own saddle horse, provided family-style meals on the European Plan, and most often boasted only of a "private outdoor toilet") and also from more standard auto-camp complexes, such as Kimmel Kabins (where, in an important precursor to major modern trends in park tourism, one to two night stays were encouraged, and neither meals nor recreational services were provided). A ca. 1950 brochure describing "The Highlands" log cabins as:
from, one to five rooms in an individual unit, spacious, attractively furnished in keeping with the log interiors, completely modern with private bathrooms, plenty of hot water, electric heat and daily maid service.... Having your meals with us is optional, but you will find it a convenience and a pleasure.
Nov. 10, 1978 --- Acres of glass are methodically added pane by pane to the structure of the new law courts. Renowned local architect Arthur Erickson designed the imaginative horizontally-oriented building which was originally intended to be a 55 story tower a block north replacing the old courthouse, presently the tenuous home of the Vancouver Art Gallery.
A few more images from the recent trip to Serbia...It was great to see Whiskered terns up close, every stretch of inland water seemed to have them on patrol, flying low and methodically over the water, allowing on the wing opportunities.
Gifted Bodies personal training has changed my life. After years of the same tedious methodical routine, I was at a stand still to a point in my workout routine that was the same, day in and day out. I am a creature of habit and I just stuck to the same exercises, until one day I a trainer from Gifted Bodies asked me “How can you expect your body to change by doing the same thing?” It got me thinking see what else they had to offer. Well, I couldn’t have made a greater decision.
Every bootcamp is now is a surprise. I go in and have no idea what I will be doing. Every exercise is a new page, every variation a new challenge. I am so happy every time I go in and happier (but exhausted) every time I get out, just knowing I targeted muscles I had never worked before. It is such a great feeling knowing that what I am doing is working. I have already received compliments on how toned I am getting. What a superb ego-booster!!!
I feel sexier, I feel stronger, I feel GIFTED! I AM GIFTED!
~Mariana Franco, Elizabeth, NJ
I've completed my rounds of the outdoor lot and I'm ready to enter the parking garage; this is precisely where I want to be at 9 AM.
Most people wander the Flea methodically, starting from the entrance. By just completing the outdoor section of the Flea before the Huddled Masses enter, I can still maintain my headstart as I walk through the indoor tables.
PILLOW FORT
Sunday morning finds Xochi nestled in her pillow fort watching her favorite cartoons -- Dora, Oswald, and a lot of cool characters with gigantic noggins. What is it with the head being the same size as the body? She can nest in her fort for hours peeking out at the TV -- or at least until she hears the breakfast gong. Espi eats fast and in spurts, Xochi eats and eats -- methodically shoveling food in her mouth.
Methodical teens at the Avondale Regional Branch Library's February Pizza &... program gather evidence at the crime scene of a deadly Valentine's date.
Dr. Beth Gardner, professor from the Justice Sciences program at UAB, created a “Valentine’s Date Gone Wrong” crime scene and invited the “detectives” in to gather and analyze evidence in a quest to identify the murderer. The murder scene was replete with a victim (one of Gardner's students) and all the trappings of a romantic dinner gone horribly wrong. The participants were outfitted with an evidence kit that included tools for collecting and preserving fingerprints, footprints, DNA, and other physical evidence from the crime scene. With the evidence gathered and clues from the police report, the students were able to identify the “killer.”
A mature maple tree needed to be removed from next to a neighbor's house. This crew, using a crane, a "cherry picker" and a ground crew methodically took the tree apart. Professional, efficient job.
Jasmine is scared of water, but Aster took to it like a duck. Shortly after this shot, he wandered through a deep pool and after a brief gurgle and spell of flailing, he slowly and methodically paddled to shore. He got lots of praise for that.
Frank Stella
American, born 1936
Enamel on canvas, 7' 6 3/4" x 11' 3/4"
In each half of The Marriage of Reason and Squalor, II, stripes outline stripes in an inverted U-shape, a regular, self-generating pattern. Filling the canvas according to a methodical program, Stella suggests an idea of the artist as laborer or worker. (He also uses commercial paint—black enamel—and a house-painter's brush.) The systematic quality of Stella's Black Paintings decisively departed from the ideas of inspired action associated with Abstract Expressionism, the art of the preceding generation, and anticipated the machine-made Minimal art of the 1960s. But many of them, like this one, are subtly personal: Stella worked freehand, and irregularities in the lines of the stripes reveal the slight waverings of his brush. His enamel, too, suggests a bow to the Abstract Expressionist Jackson Pollock, who had also used that paint.
Stella's use of stripes was motivated by the work of Jasper Johns, particularly Johns's paintings of flags. "The thing that struck me most," Stella has said, "was the way he stuck to the motif . . . the idea of stripes—rhythm and interval—the idea of repetition." But Stella went farther than Johns in "sticking to the motif," removing the flag and leaving only the stripes. "My painting," he said, "is based on the fact that only what can be seen there is there. . . . What you see is what you see."
Publication excerpt
The Museum of Modern Art, MoMA Highlights, New York: The Museum of Modern Art, revised 2004, originally published 1999, p. 233
as i walked down the stairs wiping the sleep from my eyes, kris excitedly told me that she had a vivid dream in which she was hanging out with some friends and they were talking about a place west of grand rapids that had rolling green, lush hills and for reasons that made perfect sense in the dream, but which she couldn't quite recall upon waking, it was where we were going to call home.
the timing of the dream couldn't have been more, er, interesting because it came just days before we were supposed to officially compose the short list of future places to live which were to be picked from a longer list of locales that had been generated by methodically ranking areas based on a set of desired attributes such as job growth, quality of living, good schools, affordable housing, access to outdoors recreation, a strong sense of community and a dozen other factors that we've come to appreciate over the years.
"ummmm. ok. so, where is it?" i asked, slightly irritated that she was basically throwing a monkey wrench into the plan which could potentially delay the decision on The Short List.
"that's the thing. i don't know. all i can remember is something about sleepy hollow."
but the sense of the dream was so strong that she interpreted it to mean that the list of potential candidates was all wrong, even if the reasons didn't seem to make much sense, at least when she was awake. and through a process of inspired serendipidy, she happened upon an article about a small town in southwestern wisconsin called viroqua that resonated strongly with her, since the reasons the author eloquently articulated as to why he chose the town after three years of planning seemed to be related to many of the factors that we were contemplating as we composed our short list. and as an added dreamy bonus, viroqua is near sidie hollow park, which is at least somewhat similar sounding to the sleepy hollow of her dreams.
as is her way, she had already booked a hotel for the next day, a friday, and i reluctantly agreed to make the long trip to the town to check it out, thinking that at the very least it would make for a fun weekend. and so, the next morning we set out to visit a town that we'd never been to as i donned my skeptic hat, convinced that as lovely as the town sounded on paper, it probably was just a small town like any other.
after a full day of driving, we pulled into the hotel and smiled the big smiles that we alway smile when The Universe likes to play games with us; i kid you not, right next the the hotel there was a sign for sleepy hollow auto mart. so, Somebody has a sense of humor, but i was still wearing my skeptic hat because i'm too jaded and rational to uproot what little roots we have based on a magazine article and a dreamy coincidence. we had a little chuckle and i decided to go for a drive along the rolling hills to get a better feel for the scale and scope of the area while kris put odin to bed.
with impeccible timing, as i headed out of town, one of the largest great horned owls i've ever seen tracked the car and followed me for for some distance. now, i'm not superstitious, i don't even think about owls very often and i don't have any idea what it means or if it means anything, but i swear whenever A Big Change is coming Somebody cues the appearance of a great horned owl. i know it sounds corny, but it is what it is and i've stopped trying to figure it out. ten minutes later, as i'm heading east through the some of most gorgeous terrain you'll ever see in the midwest ( which is saying a lot since it was mid-april when everything is normally in a drab gray ), i must have temporarily lost my skeptic hat because i was struck the strength of the sense that this was going to be where we'd call home.
the next day, as we strolled around the downtown, we stopped and talked with quite a few locals at the coop, a local cafe and coffee shop, the independent bookstore and the public market and heard story after story after story about how serendipity and a bit of luck had led people to the area and they could never, ever imagine living anywhere else. ultimately, it was the genuineness and sincerity of the stories that won us over. amusingly, we'd later learn that the story of accidently finding viroqua and deciding to call it home is so common that it's not even considered the least bit extraordinary.
that evening we found a for-sale-by-owner house in an absolutely perfect part of town that was a rental home and we scrambled to arrange a visit to see it before we had to leave the next day. on sunday morning we finally made contact, convinced that it would be impossible to get in to see the place on such short notice on a sunday. the nice person on the phone told us that they were just on their way out of town, but that we could come in and walk around while they were gone! kris asked if we should lock up the house when we left and he just laughed. we fell in love with the house and instantly knew it was going to be our new home.
we've already had countless experiences that reinforce what a special place viroqua is, from the teenager who races in front of you to smile and say "hi!" as he opens the door to the bookstore, to the offer to throw a community bar-b-que so we can meet all the parents with toddlers and offers to take care of mauja if we have to leave town and babysit odin if we want a night out, to the neighbors who invited us to come over for a fantastic dinner and homemade pie and the crew of strangers who showed up with perfect timing to help me unload the moving van before kris arrived with one very tired odin. it's really no winder that it's been highlighted as one of the best small towns to live in a various media, including the wall street journal, the cbs evening news, smithsonian magazine, reader's digest and the chicago tribune.
we've both lived in small towns and know that they can come with their own set of challenges and we've heard rumors that not everyone is equally happy to see their hidden gem of a town being discovered by "transplants", but we'll be working hard in the coming months to give back to the community that has already given us so much and prove that we intend to be good citizens :-)
Niyata in Sanskrit is the root of nyata in Bahasa Indonesia, carries the meaning of being real, distinct, or true.
TEDxJakarta 12: Niyata evolves around the celebration of order, abides to the notion that even nature most often works in alluring patterns, precipitated by the sum of many tiny-yet-meaningful and methodical inflections.
Gedung Kesenian Jakarta
June 10th, 2017
Documentation team:
Dave | Idznie | Mutia
At one hundred yards, I begin a belly crawl. Up ahead, a pack of jet-black goats gather around a grass covered lava knoll. The biggest billy centers the bunch, as if he's been elected king of the hill.
Easing across the lime green landscape, low-level shrubs shield my methodical catlike advance. Trade winds in my face, Maui sun at my back, spot and stalk hunting conditions don't get much better than this.
At forty yards, I rise to my knees and nock an arrow. Considering the abundance of game, I'm fortunate not to get busted. I might be able to sneak forward another eight yards, but opt to cash-in now.
Suddenly, my target animal stands up and stretches, his long shaggy hair shuddering as he hunches his back. Just as he takes a step down from the panoramic mound, an orange Easton spears him from the rear and blows through his brisket.
As if a hand grenade got tossed in their trench, startled goats scramble left-and-right! A rust colored billy erupts from a lava rift and then stops broadside just fifteen yards away. Lucky for him that he sported horns a little short... his fate saved for another day.
Spanish goats abound on several Hawaiian Islands, with good herds on Maui, Molokai, Kauai, and Hawaii. Their habitat ranges from sea level to summits, along red dirt ridges, and within tropical rain forests. I sowed my bowhuntin’ oats chasing smelly goats over jagged lava flows on the "Big Island" of Hawaii. It took two long days and one shredded pair of Nike running shoes for me to finally bag a big-bodied billy. Military impact-zones near Pohakuloa occasionally open for feral goat, pig, and sheep. Puuanahulu serves as the public staple on seasonal weekends. The rugged, hot, and dry expanse is tough to hunt, but rogue animals run the gamut. Private ranches encompassing the volcanic 13,678 ft. Mt. Mauna Loa maintain quality game.
The majority of my goat hunting adventures took place on the island of Maui, at Polipoli on the slopes of Mt. Haleakala. From the hunter's cabin at the far end of Waipoli Road, down to the rolling grasslands around Puu Pane hill, Spanish goats amass in beautiful but challenging terrain. Unfortunately, Polipoli no longer is open to the public and hunting permission through Hawaiian Home Lands is difficult to obtain. Nevertheless, Polipoli remains a sentimental favorite. Bordering Kaupo Ranch has excellent bowhunting opportunities with similar first rate topography.
The "Garden Isle" of Kauai offers year-round archery-only goat hunting along the scenic 12-mile Na Pali trail. Renown for pinnacle cliffs, hammering winter surf, and picturesque surroundings, this coastline is a popular destination among backpackers. With camping by permit, both Hanakoa and Kalalau valleys harbor good numbers of goats.
One look and I knew. This was an exceptional animal that warranted no mistakes.
Out of the blue, a huge Spanish goat appeared across a ridge in Kalalau valley, his long spiral horns reflecting the late afternoon sun.
Through my Leupold 9x25 binoculars, I plotted my footpath into the gulch and up the opposite hillside. I made a mental note of prominent landmarks along the way and carefully proceeded accordingly. Half an hour later, only an over-hanging tree branch came betweeen us.
Flanked by a handful of mediocre goats, the magnificent billy sensed something amiss. At twenty-five yards, it was now or never. I drew my bow, anchored, aimed, and slowly shuffle stepped forward, just an inch or two at a time. Holding at full-draw for what seemed like a minute, I finally emerged from the cover.
The trophy goat turned sideways and ran. My sight-pin tracked him and I quickly released. The arrow zipped straight through him, entering mid-level, broadside, about halfway back.
"Oh no, a gut shot!" I thought to myself. From my pocket, I whipped out a piece of florescent tape and hurried to mark the spot. Realizing that there may not be any blood trail, I panicked and decided to run after them in a desperate attempt to maintain visual contact.
I never got a glimpse of the vanishing goats, and now hoped I hadn't made matters worse with my rule-breaking maneuver. Thank goodness, recovery turned out to be a cinch as the broadhead clipped the vitals >>>======> the great granddaddy already down for the count!
I still dream about getting a really big Spanish goat. Drooling over the 40-inch monarch mounted on the wall, I had to pinch myself back to reality. I've never seen one quite as widespread in the wild, although I can attest to seeing a 200-lbs. shag-rug with a massive rack in the mid-30's! Nowadays, goats with horns measuring much over 20-inches from base-to-tip are hard to find. The inscription on the trophy plaque ~ Molokai ~ seemed to mesmerize me like a neon sign. Lush, green, with sheer ridges and towering waterfalls, much of this island resembles an Amazon jungle. Remote valleys along Molokai's north coast are not easily accessed, thus seldom hunted. I envisioned myself scaling a precipitous ledge, a colossal beast just out of range…
Hawaii's Spanish goats are plain old-fashion fun to hunt. If you're willing to go the extra mile, get down and dirty, the action's guaranteed!
Niyata in Sanskrit is the root of nyata in Bahasa Indonesia, carries the meaning of being real, distinct, or true.
TEDxJakarta 12: Niyata evolves around the celebration of order, abides to the notion that even nature most often works in alluring patterns, precipitated by the sum of many tiny-yet-meaningful and methodical inflections.
Gedung Kesenian Jakarta
June 10th, 2017
Documentation team:
Dave | Idznie | Mutia
Bakugan Serpenoid
The Serpeniod Class squeezes the life out of its enemies. This Bakugans attack is extremely fast but the suffering it inflicts is slow and methodical. Their power grows as the life of their enemies is slowly sucked away, leaving them with nothing. The Serpenoid Class slithers low to the ground but is quick to rise up and Battle other Bakugan.
In Korean cities, it seems all recycling collection from apartments is done by the elderly. The typical process involves methodical sorting of materials into one or more rickshaw-like carts. The materials are hauled to nearby material recovery facilities, where they are sorted into large piles and sold by weight. It's difficult to imagine much prosperity in such an occupation; it's even more difficult to imagine why this task seems left up to the functioning elderly. Society has put these people into a situation of need, and considering their skill sets, age, and physical abilities, there are probably not many high paying jobs available to them. Some claim this to be a product of a changing familial trend in Korea. Traditionally, the eldest son is responsible for the care taking of his parents, living with them through their last years. Systematically, this is a problem if there are no children, or the eldest son lacks means to handle such a responsibility. It could also be a product of gentrification from the rapid expansion of Seoul, leaving manual laborers out of work. Or, maybe these individuals believe idle hands do the devil's work.
The American Kestrel seen in this series of photos depicting the dining process—a Meadow Vole, in this case—was so neat to witness. This particular tree is where a young family of them resides, and on this day, as we were walking the path along the vast marshland area, we heard this non-stop cacophony of screeches revealing some state of commotion. Apparently, the male had just returned with a meal (a whole Meadow Vole), but another third Kestrel was nearby. We did not believe it to be the recent newborn, from only several weeks back, so figured that it might have been a stranger. Once that was gone, the female proceeded to dine away. We wanted to see if we could, at least, capture some shots of it eating, rather than just have the memory of seeing it through the binoculars. So, slowly, and ever so carefully, we walked toward the tree with deliberate step by step, occasionally stopping to be certain that we were not alarming it. The Kestrel did notice the approaching human presence, but seemed not to be threatened, given our calm disposition. Once we felt close enough to take a series of photos as it ripped into the body and pried out the innards, we maintained the position and managed to shoot a successful series that clearly represented the methodical means of eating the rodent. We continued to observe for about 15 minutes or so, before finally leaving the scene. It was obvious that this dining on a fat rodent was not a quick process, for at the time or our departure, there was still a great amount of the prey left to eat. By the way, the head was already missing when we first secured the initial photos.
The late, Doris Duke, had left a wonderful legacy in converting her magnificent estate into a Natural Wildlife Preserve for the public’s education and enjoyment. The paths throughout the estate offer such splendid scenery. One is forever exploring, always seeing something subtly beautiful. There are always pleasant surprises, from the general scenery to the world of birds and other wildlife, including tiny insects and flowers that are quite enjoyable to observe and study. The bucolic nature of the preserve is so relaxing—akin to meditating while experiencing the landscape. The beauty of visiting Duke Farms is that so many incredible views are there simply by absorbing the surroundings.
Besides the wonderful diversity of nature’s jewels, Doris Duke has left a part of her legacy through her passion for art—well situated throughout the preserve is a collection of glorious sculptures and fabulous examples of supreme stonework and design in the bridges, old ruins of enormous barns and stables, and a variety of other structures. The old Hay Barn ruin with its fabulous sculpture garden is truly a favorite of ours, for each and every statue seems to possess a spirit and sense of life. The landscape and backdrop can alter the mood, accordingly, depending on the time of day and seasonal changes in particular. So, spotting new and fascinating wildlife (both animals and plants) and art never ceases to add to the experience.