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Back from a recent trip to Acadia National Park. Here in Southern NJ, the rocky coastline is nonexistent, so Acadia's rocky coast was a real treat!
On October 27th, 2022 work to replace the 100 year old Santa Fe Semaphores were still primarily in it's primitive stages. Less is some places, more so in others. But signs at the West End of Ojita Siding were rather minimal. No new replacements are yet standing.
The work is mostly irrelevant to the daily passing of Amtrak's Southwest Chief, barring another temperamental mechanical failure impeding the train's on time performance. These happen when parts are nonexistent on technology long past it's due date.
The upgrading and replacement of these signals would reduce the likeliness of unnecessary tardiness between multiple station stops in New Mexico. The clock finally struck midnight a few weeks later.
Amtrak's eastbound Southwest Chief No.4 is closing in on it's next station stop at Las Vegas, NM., splitting the semaphores protecting the West end of Ojita siding, at Ojita, NM.
Along for the ride, presumably for contract work at the Amtrak Beech Grove shops in Indiana, a few Metrolink commuter bilevels fill out the front of today's extended train consist.
Despite the extra tonnage, the 2 Amtrak engines will have little trouble climbing up and over the steep grades of Raton Pass into Colorado for points eastward onto Chicago.
This adorable little guy was very focused and trying his best to look fierce, as if he would pounce on (nonexistent) prey at any moment :-) I think he was showing off for the crowd!
I loved looking at his furry, over-sized paws...one day he will "grow into" them!
[Imagination] is best fed by reality, an odd diet for something nonexistent; there are few details of daily life and its broad range of emotional context that can't be transformed into food for the imagination."
Patricia McKillip
Finally!
This has been my nemesis grebe for many years: occasional shots, nothing as close or detailed as I would like.
Finally I found one in my area - an uncommon occurrence - and was able to slip down a rocky embankment while it dived, to be sitting at the water's edge when it surfaced. The mid-morning light was a little harsh. But there it was, almost full-frame, so I'm not complaining. The Cornell Lab website shows this bird as nonexistent in my area - not even along its migration route.
But there it was.
Because the sun was so high, of my 200 frames (approximately) only a dozen had a catch light in the eye. So it goes. (I don't add artificial, digital catch lights. It's easily done; no one would know they were fake. Except me.)
Photographed at Huff Lake, near Val Marie, Saskatchewan (Canada). Don't use this image on websites, blogs, or other media without explicit permission ©2025 James R. Page - all rights reserved.
and it learned not to see nonexistent things which, hitherto, it had seen so clearly :-)
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HGGT! Happy Thanksgiving! Peace Now!
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Zanda Earth Forest (or Zanda Tulin). Zanda County, Ngari Prefecture, Xizang Autonomous Region, China. March 2022.
Squonk - Genesis / A Trick of the Tail, 1976
Now listen here, listen to me, don't you run away now. I am a friend, I'd really like to play with you, making noises my little furry friend would make. I'll trick him, then I'll kick him into my sack. You better watch out, you better watch out. I've got you, I've got you, you'll never get away. Walking home that night, the sack across my back, the sound of sobbing on my shoulder, when suddenly it stopped. I opened up the sack, all that I had a pool of bubbles and tears, just a pool of tears. Just a pool of tears. All in all you are a very dying race, placing trust upon a cruel world. You never had the things you thought you should have had and you'll not get them now. And all the while in perfect time... your tears are falling on the ground.
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When I heard the Genesis album "A Trick of the Tail," I didn't understand the song "Squonk." I didn't understand what it was explaining exactly, or who the song was referring to. The neuron that fires in my brain to do something I enjoy, which is something like musical archaeology, disconnected for some reason. It stopped making synapses in my neural system, and I did nothing to find out what this song explained. A few years later, I became interested in a strange website called the Internet Archive, also known as archive.org for its internet address. This kind of digital internet library or website is established as a non-profit organization and is operated thanks to the efforts of people who volunteer their free time to make this website work. Explaining what the Internet Archive is isn't easy. It's an organization and a website that advocates for a free and open Internet, for the free flow of information, offering free access to collections of digitized materials, software applications, music, audiovisual materials, books, printed materials, and much more. It's especially important to websites that are closing and contain old digital material that would otherwise be lost. They try to preserve Internet content in this way, functioning as a "backup" of the Internet, making it possible to recover and view web pages that have disappeared or been deleted, thus eliminating the information they contained. It's a free, open library accessible to everyone. Its objective is to preserve human culture and knowledge. It's easy to get lost in it given the vast amount of information and materials available. You often search and get lost among so much material and find things you don't even know what they're for, or you find things that surprise you. You can even find software for your first Amstrad or Atari computer, which you bought in the 1990s. I highly recommend it. Here are the updated figures from Wikipedia about what you can find on the Internet Archive: 46 million printed materials, 15 million videos, 1.3 million software programs, 14 million audio files, 5.3 million images, 279,660 concerts, and more than 946 billion web pages in its Wayback Machine (a database containing copies of a huge number of Internet pages or sites). Does that seem like too little to you? Or do you think it's a place worth diving into to search and find the strangest things you can think of or look for? It's a kind of "grandmother's trunk" that holds everything. And it's the books section that I think is the best organized, where you can find books that no longer exist, that aren't published, or that you wouldn't even find in your local municipal library. There are millions of digitized books, where I've even found books that are impossible to find elsewhere. One day, while searching the book section, I accidentally found a book by Cox titled "Fearsome Creatures of the Lumberwoods, With a Few Desert and Mountain Beasts." The book is like a fantasy field guide written in 1910 by William Thomas Cox. It's a book about legendary and strange creatures that are part of the legends of the forests of the United States and Canada, and especially of Pennsylvania. As field guides do with their scientific names, Cox's book includes the Latin nomenclature of the strange being (I imagine invented by Cox), its habitat, morphology, customs, and behaviors. If you decide to read it, keep one important thing in mind. You won't find a literary gem, for the simple reason that Cox only wrote two or three books in his life. Cox wasn't a writer; he was a forester, a person who dedicated himself to the cultivation and care of forests. But that is precisely his great merit, as, not a writer, but a forester, he wrote a book of legends about strange beings that is so interesting to read. You can find the book for free on the Internet Archive. It was while reading this book that I came across a chapter where it talks about a strange being, a legend... the legend of the Squonk, and I remembered the Genesis song, the meaning of which I hadn't understood. Reading this chapter, I managed to understand the song. Rather than describing what a Squonk is, I'll give you an excerpt from Cox's book, so you can perhaps better understand the lyrics of Genesis's Squonk song.
Squonk (Lacrimacorpus dissolvens.)
[...] The squonk is very shy in nature and generally travels near dusk or dawn. Because of its maladjusted skin, which is covered with warts and moles, it is always sad; in fact, it is said, by those better qualified to judge, to be the most morbid of beasts. Hunters who are good at tracking are able to follow a squonk by its tear-stained trail, for the animal weeps constantly. When cornered and escape seems impossible, or when surprised and frightened, it may even dissolve itself in tears. Squonk hunters are most successful on very cold, moonlit nights, when tears fall slowly and the animal does not like to come out; it can be heard crying beneath the branches of the dark hemlock trees. Mr. J. P. Wentling, formerly of Pennsylvania, who moved to Minnesota, had a failed experience with a squonk near Monte Alto. He planned a clever capture by tricking a squonk into jumping into a satchel he was carrying home, when suddenly the load lightened and the tears stopped. Wentling opened the satchel and looked inside. There was nothing there except a pool of tears.
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In the Xizang Autonomous Region of China, there are so-called "tulins" or earth forests.. These are geological formations that resemble forests due to their shapes created by erosion. The best known is the Zanda Forest in Ngari Prefecture, where the largest Tertiary layer of earth forests or geologic forests in the world is found. These are important geological information for understanding the evolution of our planet. They are partly similar to the Yadan, but have a structure and formation more similar to the Badlands due to their sedimentary stratification and deep gullies and ravines. In any case, all these types of geological landscapes have in common: aridity and the absence of life. There are no plants or animals, or they are practically nonexistent except for the occasional "clueless" scorpion. They are inhospitable lands, barren lands with little life. Perhaps that's why there was no way to find a Squonk in Zanda. He must have felt too sad and scared, faced with so much loneliness, aridity, and the absence of life, walking alone at twilight in a strange and gloomy place. Possibly the sadness generated by such an inhospitable place made him start to cry, and as the legend of the Squonk says... he disappeared due to that ability that Squonks have to dissolve into their own tears when they are cornered, scared, or sad. We'll have to go somewhere else to find a Squonk, perhaps in... Los Endos. Los Endos sounds like a word reminiscent of a Mexican border town. A small Mexican town that is a refuge for an evil band of outlaws who have the entire population terrified and scared. There is no life or people in the streets; everyone is kept indoors, fearful. A place with a name typical of a spaghetti western film plot shot in Almería in the Tabernas Desert and with a soundtrack by Ennio Morricone. Soon John Wayne will appear, who always fixes everything. The word and the song Los Endos by Génesis mean nothing; it has no translation. They simply tried to use the term "End" to title the last song on the album, "A Trick of the Tail." It could be something like Spanishifying the term "End." Surely Los Endos are somewhere where the world ends, where no one has gone, where our lost Squonk cries... at the end of the world. We'll have to go find our Squonk at... Los Endos.
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PS: If you ever get lost in life, don't hesitate to visit archive.org/. There... you're sure to find yourself... and you'll surely be in your corresponding section... well classified and labeled...
You know, say what you want about Pentax autofocus—erratic, nonexistent, whimsical—my K-5 did beautiful smudgy things with light that I love coming back to
this photo appears in the frame when you try to photograph the wavy sea that the lights of the city life glide over on and pass by in a moving ferry at night.
Est une espèce de petits passereaux partiellement migratrice très répandue, de la famille des Muscicapidés. On l'appelle également rossignol des murailles ou queue rousse.
Adulte, le rougequeue noir mesure environ 14 cm de long et 25 cm d'envergure, et pèse de 14 à 20 g. Ils sont très protecteurs envers leur famille. La femelle est plus terne que le mâle, avec un plumage uniforme gris-brun cendré, le roux est inexistant chez elle. Sa poitrine grisâtre est légèrement striée de foncé.
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Is a species of small migrating partially migrating passerine, of the family Muscicapidae. It is also called the nightingale of the walls or red tail.
As an adult, the black redstart is about 14 cm long and 25 cm wide, and weighs 14 to 20 g. They are very protective of their families. The female is duller than the male, with uniform gray-brown ash plumage, the roux is nonexistent in her. Its grayish breast is slightly streaked with dark.
As the tide continues to rise slowly to my right, the Sun peaks over the rocks and illuminates the rocks and tiny pools of water. I stayed a bit longer to see how the Sun would look at the height of the tower but it was too harsh at that point and what cloud cover that remained was nonexistent. Another sunrise enjoyed!
For The Grove Photography Club, this week's theme is, Glasses.
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The first thing I thought of when I saw the Glasses theme was the lovely Sandra Bullock showing off her nonexistent talents as an undercover agent in the movie Miss Congeniality. I thought if she could play a mean set of glasses, so could I. Please do not hesitate to join in; I am hosting my first concert, with limited seating and standing room only. :)
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Sandra showing her water skills lol
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I've had to rename one of my favorite canyons from Cowpie Canyon to Clear Cut Canyon. My last trip down was decorated with cow pies and could only be navigated through cow trails tromped through dense underbrush. On my most recent trek, I was allowed to walk unimpeded by brush and stickers from the numerous flash floods that have ravaged the area. The deep, fast-moving waters flushed the canyon floor of dried vegetation and any other unattached materials and wrapped fallen tree limbs and mud around the standing cottonwoods. This scene is usually populated with bullrush and willows which are now nonexistent, leaving a slow moving, silty-orange stream.
Un po' dello stretto di Messina, un po' di Vulcano, il mare e le navi da crociera al largo di Sorrento con l'aggiunta dei gabbiani e una barchetta.
Ventana Wilderness - A hopeful sapling, growing up against the burned bark of a tree that died in the Soberanes fire (2016). So much of this trip was about bearing witness to the immensity of destruction wrought by wildfires, and how nature struggles to recover for decades or centuries after they leave the headlines. In some places, the young growth amidst charcoal felt hopeful, but in many others, this was not the case - old growth does not recover so quickly, and mammals were virtually nonexistent on this trip. Sobering to see it up close.
An 86 car eastbound Santa Fe manifest rolls past the passing track at Levy, New Mexico. While freights were scarce at this time, they have since become nonexistent.
Second overnight.
(Pernocte Población Huayllajara).
Ecotourism can be defined in a variety of ways, but broadly it is travel that has the object of enjoying features of what is seen as the natural, beautiful, and exotic environment. Main themes of ecotourism also involve sustainable activities and behavior that results in minimal negative consequences for the environment.
Until recently, tourist activity in the park has been relatively nonexistent. The park is located far from any urban centers, and surrounded by mostly undeveloped land lacking infrastructure.
However, a focus area for the co-administrative management committee is the creation of sustainable and responsible income-generating practices.
The engineer and conductor aboard Trona Railway 2005 (ex-SP 8541) prepare to couple onto coal loads to take into town. Unfortunately, they would ultimately spend a few hours trying to get the dynamic brakes to engage on two of their four units ensuring photographic opportunities of their return trip were nonexistent.
During my school years in Paris, on my way to the Lycee Carnot, I would stop by the Church of St. Charles of Monceau for two or three minutes. And always, in this huge, dark church, at one of the altars, a silent Mass was being said. . . . Sometimes I think of the contrast: a noisy, proletarian rue Legendre . . . and this never-changing Mass—one step, and one is in a totally different world. This contrast somehow determined in my religious experience the intuition that has never left me: the coexistence of two heterogeneous worlds, the presence in this world of something absolutely and totally “other.” This “other” illumines everything, in one way or another. Everything is related to it—the Church as the Kingdom of God among and inside us. For me, rue Legendre never became unnecessary, or hostile, or nonexistent—hence my aversion to pure “spiritualism.” On the contrary, the street, as it was, acquired a new charm that was understandable and obvious only to me, who knew at that moment the Presence, the feast revealed in the Mass nearby. Everything became alive, intriguing: every storefront window, the face of every person I met, the concrete, tangible feeling of that moment, the relationship between the street, the weather, the houses, the people…
… This experience remains with me forever: a very strong sense of “life” in its physical, bodily reality, in the uniqueness of every minute and of its correlations with life’s reality. At the same time, this interest has always been rooted solely in the correlation of all of this with what the silent Mass was a witness to and reminder of, the presence and the joy. What is that correlation? It seems to me that I am quite unable to explain and determine it, although it is actually the only thing that I talk and write about (“liturgical theology”). . . . This correlation is a tie, not an idea; an experience. It is the experience of the world and life literally in the light of the Kingdom of God.
-Schmemann, Journals, 19–20.
For Andrea, pre sunrise view of Mt Fuji, with moving traffic. Yamanako lake, Japan.
The drivers of the cars were confused because I was taking photos, they hesitated, slowed down, and drove on, what the hell was this gaijin (foreigner) taking photos of behind the road??. The traffic on that road at that hour is almost nonexistent, and I was lucky to have 2 cars going in opposite diresctions.
Est une espèce de petits passereaux partiellement migratrice très répandue, de la famille des Muscicapidés. On l'appelle également rossignol des murailles ou queue rousse.
Adulte, le rougequeue noir mesure environ 14 cm de long et 25 cm d'envergure, et pèse de 14 à 20 g. Ils sont très protecteurs envers leur famille. La femelle est plus terne que le mâle, avec un plumage uniforme gris-brun cendré, le roux est inexistant chez elle. Sa poitrine grisâtre est légèrement striée de foncé.
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Is a species of small migrating partially migrating passerine, of the family Muscicapidae. It is also called the nightingale of the walls or red tail.
As an adult, the black redstart is about 14 cm long and 25 cm wide, and weighs 14 to 20 g. They are very protective of their families. The female is duller than the male, with uniform gray-brown ash plumage, the roux is nonexistent in her. Its grayish breast is slightly streaked with dark.
Panamint Valley, Death Valley National Park.
We pulled over for some great light, and three of our clients drove right past us (the three vehicles in front of us here), so we had to chase them for a few miles.
Cellular and data service has been nearly nonexistent on our visits to Death Valley this year, so we couldn't allow them to get separated from us.
Pressing the literal final minutes of high sun, Westbound BNSF local L CHI1041 29A takes a good-sized train from the 'Burg up to Barstow, Illinois, chugging down the main at the nearly nonexistent "town" of Warner, Illinois. A babbling, twisting Mosquito Creek follows the siding in this hilly area of the Barstow Sub. which is perfect for quadcopter access.
Eurovelo is a project of the european cyclists federation to develop 12 long distance cycle routes across europe. The total length of the network is greater than 60.000 km, of which more than a third has already been implemented. 30 illustrators from around the world decided not to wait for the roadwork to be completed, producing a map that brings the remaining nonexistent routes to life.
The giant map of europe was made by the 30 illustrators and was shown in a big exposition.
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A spectacular clear night, but I found myself in a place that lacked any prominent landscape features. What to do, what to do... I got out a pocket LED light and flashed the road ahead. A crude technique compared with the truly skilled night photographers on Flickr who use Lume Cubes and other light panels to subtly illuminate their night scenes. But it captures the feeling of being out there in a vast nothingness, I think.
Grasslands Park is an official Dark Sky Preserve. The distant lights, just over the horizon, are ranch houses situated just outside the park boundary; one of these bright spots may be the park campground, where some campers insist on floodlighting their campsites. Maybe the dark sky intimidates them.
These lights look brighter than they did in real life, where they were so faint and distant as to be nearly nonexistent. The bright "star" to the left of the Milky Way and directly above the road is the planet Jupiter; just to its left is Saturn.
Photographed in Grasslands National Park, Saskatchewan (Canada). Don't use this image on websites, blogs, or other media without explicit permission ©2020 James R. Page - all rights reserved.
"I'm like a collection of sensitivities," KiraKira told me once, "I've always been."
At that moment, it occurred to me. That night, the sudden storm when she arrived at my door for the first time, looking so exhausted... The sweet smile on her face despite the pain in her right eye while picking poppies... Always seeing the most vibrant of colors, hearing the nonexistent of sounds, smelling the faintest of scents... And of course, feeling the deepest of emotions.
So I was not surprised at all, seeing her lying on an endless bunch of mattresses one day. "I feel it, definitely" she whispered and smiled: "The pea. I feel the pea, and it almost hurts."
My sweet KiraKira, you would be an amazing princess in another realm, for sure. But I won't let you go. Ever.
An NS GP33ECO goes to pull a loaded boxcar from the 1890-built Continental Paper Grading brick warehouse on South Lumber Street in Chicago, IL. This was, in my opinion, one of the coolest operations left in the country at the time (2020), as a classic building like this receiving boxcar carloads at street level is a scene basically nonexistent today. Unfortunately, this unique scene turned out to only continue for about another year, as in early 2021 Continental moved out of the old building and into a new warehouse in Hodgkins, IL.
On a side note, if anybody has seen the movie The Dark Knight, this is the entrance to the Batcave - in one scene Batman's butler Alfred drives down this road to get to the Batcave and the bumpers to the two spurs to Continental here can be seen.
The Sunday before last the conditions were perfect for photography. Winds were calm to nonexistent. There were enough clouds to color the light, but not so many as to block the light. Best of all, the stilts and avocets were cooperative. This black-necked stilt even scribed a Greek letter in water drops.
Lange Reisezüge sind im Bereich der ŽRS, welche den Eisenbahnverkehr in der bosnischen Republik Srpska abwickelt, quasi nicht anzutreffen. Die meisten Regionalzüge bestehen aus zwei Reisezugwagen. Eine kurzfristige Info ergab, dass am Vormittag des 13.07.2025 der B15201 von Prag nach Banja Luka an der Landegrenze aufschlagen sollte. Im kroatischen System tauchte der Zug auf und war bis auf wenige Minuten pünktlich. Also wurde ein Motiv gesucht und kurz nach der Grenze gefunden. Der Grenzaufenthalt des Zuges bescherte ihm aber dann aber doch eine gute Stunde Verspätung. 441-004 war für die Beförderungen des von Vlakfest organisierten Zuges zuständig.
Long-distance passenger trains are virtually nonexistent in the area served by ŽRS, the railway company that operates in Republika Srpska, Bosnia and Herzegovina. Most regional trains consist of two passenger cars. A last-minute update revealed that on the morning of July 13, 2025, train B15201 from Prague to Banja Luka was scheduled to arrive at the border. The train appeared in the Croatian timetable and was running almost on time. A suitable photo opportunity was sought and found shortly after the border. However, the train's stop at the border resulted in a delay of over an hour. Locomotive 441-004 was responsible for operating the train, which was organized by Vlakfest.
As farmers used a dry day to harvest their fields, the Reading unit passes by leading NS intermodal train #217 west to Chicago as it slows for a meet at Old Fort, OH on the former NKP main. Nice weekends this fall have been nonexistent, so was happy to break cabin fever for to see this guy and the previous train an hour earlier, the L11.
TYRANNICAL regimes’ ugliness can be covered under a white blanket of snow: A superficial lustre of ostensible happiness and laughter conceals Slavery in broad daylight, allowing monstrous rulers to create an illusion of normality. Tyrants are happy whenever the stormy weather hinders or impedes the protest marches.
The people are unwilling or afraid to criticize the widespread logical fallacies powdered by something as immaculate as snow flakes, or the fallacies enforced by millions’ worth of mighty propaganda. Lips are too frozen stiff (or scared) to speak out about the (nonexistent) emperor’s new clothes.
Hold on, free souls: The snow can and will melt exposing the tyrant bare, without anything on, soon, real soon!
(From my personal photo archive, 2021)
Photo of the ruins in the interior of the Castle (or Alcazaba) of Almería, Andalusia, Spain.
In the foreground, we see three almost perfectly spherical stone balls.
In Spanish, they are called "bolaños," and in English, "cannon balls."
These projectiles were used both in attacks on castles and in their defense.
They could be launched from catapults, trebuchets, and also cannons, in the early days of gunpowder use in warfare.
The catapult is a weapon used primarily during antiquity and the Middle Ages to launch relatively large and heavy objects as projectiles over long distances.
The catapult was probably invented by the engineers of Dionysius I of Syracuse, around 400 BC.
The catapult was invented in the 5th century BC and later improved by the Carthaginians and Romans.
It was widely used during the Middle Ages until the introduction of gunpowder rendered it obsolete (its use today is unusual but not nonexistent).
The trebuchet was a medieval siege weapon used to destroy walls or launch stone projectiles over them.
It is believed to have been invented in China between the 5th and 3rd centuries BC, spreading westward through the Avars and being adopted by the Byzantines in the mid-5th century.
The counterweight trebuchet was an improvement on the traction trebuchet, appearing in Christian and Muslim lands of the Mediterranean around the 12th century. (Source: Wikipedia)
DENTRO DEL CASTILLO DE ALMERÍA, 2021
(De mi archivo personal de fotos propias, 2021)
Foto de las ruinas de la zona interior del Castillo (o Alcazaba) de Almería, Andalucía, España.
En primer término vemos tres bolas de piedra de forma esférica casi perfecta.
En idioma español se les llama "bolaños" y en inglés "cannon balls".
Son proyectiles que se usaban tanto en ataques a los castillos y también en su defensa.
Podían ser lanzados desde catapultas, desde fundíbulos (o trabuquetes) y también desde cañones, en la época inicial del uso de la pólvora en la guerra.
La catapulta es un instrumento bélico que se utilizó sobre todo durante la antigüedad y el medievo para el lanzamiento a distancia de objetos relativamente grandes y contundentes a modo de proyectiles.
La catapulta fue inventada probablemente por los ingenieros de Dionisio I de Siracusa, aproximadamente en 400 a. C. y posteriormente mejorada por cartagineses y romanos, y fue muy empleada durante la Edad Media, hasta que, con la introducción de la pólvora, se tornó obsoleta (su empleo hoy en día es inusual mas no inexistente).
El fundíbulo (o trabuquete), fue un arma de asedio medieval, empleada para destruir murallas o lanzar proyectiles de piedra sobre los muros.
Se cree que lo inventaron en China entre los siglos V a. C. y III a. C., se extendió hacia el oeste por los ávaros, siendo adoptado por los bizantinos a mitad del siglo V.
El fundíbulo de contrapeso fue un perfeccionamiento del fundíbulo de tracción, apareció en las tierras cristianas y musulmanas del mediterráneo alrededor del siglo XII. (Fuente: Wikipedia)
From a Memorial Day morning drive in the country. I almost missed this scene as it was tucked away on a bend in the road. Fortunately it was early morning so the traffic on this back country road was nonexistent. Gave me time to enjoying this lovely scene while I shot a few frames.
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In all my years of visiting Jasper - my first was in 1977 when I backpacked the Tonquin Valley - I had never poked my lens into Maligne Canyon. I always thought it would be too touristy, not wild enough for me. Finally this year I had a look. Yes, it's pretty touristy, with a restaurant and gigantic parking lot at the main trail head, and fencing along much of the rim that limits photo ops somewhat but has probably kept a few people from falling in. It's a long way down. A river runs through the bottom, not visible in this photo. I actually had a touch of vertigo looking over the edge - and I'm good with heights (unless I have to go up onto the roof of my house, which is too smooth for my liking).
So... how does one photograph a steep, deep, narrow-walled canyon? I have no answer. Point and shoot? Get out the wide angle and hope for the best? I tried this and that (in this case shooting with a 50mm or "normal" lens). Limit contrast by not allowing patches of sunlit rocks or trees into the frame. Going early in the morning helps, too, if only because that eliminates 95% of the tourists, whose footsteps vibrate bridges and whose awareness of a photographer's needs ranges from pretty good to nonexistent.
This was the first shot I made, from a bridge across the canyon. Originally I framed it to include the river, but that meant clipping the top of the green tree, so I reframed. The river is visible in other shots. I learned a long time ago that it isn't necessary to include everything in the world in every shot. Instead, try to capture the feel of it. More to come...
Photographed in Jasper National Park, Alberta (Canada). Don't use this image on websites, blogs, or other media without explicit permission ©2021 James R. Page - all rights reserved.