My wicked awesome core class. God, I love these kids so much.

I can't really tell you all of the kids in this picture, because the rows are nonexistent.

But I love these kids. I'm going to miss them to death over the Summer.

I went on a hike today at Moss Rock Reserve hoping to clear my mind and get some kind of exercise. The trees are beginning to change colors and flower blooms are almost nonexistent. Fortunately, other things are still growing such as this giant wild mushroom.

First shots with Sony DSC-HX200V.

Mendon Ponds Park is owned and very poorly maintained by the County of Monroe, NY.

Unfortunately, this extraordinary property is rapidly deteriorating due to an egregious lack of care. Trails are not cleared of debris... signs are useless. Park maintenance is essentially nonexistent. They do have a marketing department. Seriously, the taxpayers are paying the salaries of a county parks marketing department.

Email Mendon Ponds Park complaints to: countyexecutive@monroecounty.gov

I'm gobsmacked by several things here. First, the light was nonexistent. Yet the Sony A7RII performed extremely well at incredibly high ISO. Second, using knowledge developed around a digital Zone System, I knew precisely where I wanted the tonal values and was able to place them accordingly. Third, I am happy to confirm the dynamic range of the sensor extends usefully to below Zone 0 (Zone -2!), even at such high ISO settings. Fourth, 1950s German optics can do the trick. These images were made using a triplet wide angle. Who would design such a thing and make it work? Micro-contrast is something to be seen, otherwise you wouldn't believe it.

Hallmark Gold Crown (6,600 square feet)

120 Arthur Way, Victory Center, Newport News, VA

Opened August 2nd, 1996

Standalone Hallmark stores are basically nonexistent, except for this random one in the Kiln Creek area of Newport News. I'm honestly not sure how this store hangs on, since I've seen several of their regular mall and shopping center locations shutter within the past few years, yet somehow they can survive here in a whole separate building! Plus the store is right across from the shopping center's vacant Farm Fresh anchor and is a little hidden away from the highway so the foot traffic here can't be anything special. Beyond the store's location it's a typical Hallmark, with tan/light brown shelving and walls and carpeting throughout the entire salesfloor.

The River Wisla seems almost nonexistent, low water levels during the summertime.

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Fortune Global Forum 2018

October 16th, 2018

Toronto, Canada

3:30 PM

THE NEW GLOBAL CONSUMER: DOING BUSINESS IN A DIGITAL ECONOMY

The digital economy is no longer part of the economy. It is the economy. How can traditional brick-and-mortar firms reinvent themselves, their supply chains, and their marketplaces to avoid the fate of brands once thought of as everlasting but which are now nonexistent? And how are new platforms – from e-commerce to shared services – rewriting the rules of the game? A conversation on how businesses can manage expectations for digitally empowered customers, and how technology is being used to enhance the customer experience.

Alain Bejjani, Chief Executive Officer, Majid al Futtaim

Andrea Stairs, General Manager, Canada and Latin America, eBay

Ning Tang, Founder and CEO, CreditEase

Moderator: Phil Wahba, Senior Writer, Fortune

Photograph by Stuart Isett/Fortune

michael buble world tour 2015 in Seoul,south Korea !!

Though personalized art appeared during World War I, and occasionally grew to incorporate the entire aircraft, most pilots carried a saying or a slogan, or a family crest, or squadron symbol. Some were named, but nose art was not common. During World War II, nose art not only saw its true beginnings, but its heyday.

No one knows exactly who started nose art first--it appeared with both the British and the Germans around the first time, with RAF pilots painting Hitler being kicked or skulls and crossbones on their aircraft, while German nose art was usually a personal symbol, named for a girlfriend or adopting a mascot (such as Adolf Galland using Mickey Mouse, something Walt Disney likely didn't approve of). It would be with the Americans, and a lesser extent the Canadians, that nose art truly became common--and started including its most famous forms, which was usually half-naked or completely naked women. This was not always true, but it often was.

The quality of nose art depended on the squadron or wing artist. Some of it was rather crude, while others were equal to the finest pinup artists in the United States, such as Alberto Vargas. For men thousands of miles away from home and lonely, a curvaceous blonde on a B-17 or a P-51 made that loneliness a bit easier. Others thought naked women were a little crude, and just limited themselves to names, or depicted animals, cartoon characters, or patriotic emblems, or caricatures of the Axis dictators they were fighting.

Generally speaking, there was little censorship, with squadron and group commanders rarely intervening on names or pictures; the pilots themselves practiced self-censorship, with profanity almost unknown, and full-frontal nudity nearly nonexistent. After the loss of a B-17 named "Murder Inc.," which the Germans captured and used to make propaganda, the 8th Air Force, at least, set up a nose art committee that reviewed the nose art of aircraft--but even it rarely wielded its veto. For the most part, nose art was limited only by the crew's imagination and the artist's ability. The British tended to stay away from the lurid nudes of the Americans, though the Canadians adopted them as well. (The Axis also did not use nose art in this fashion, and neither did the Soviets, who usually confined themselves to patriotic slogans on their aircraft, such as "For Stalin!" or "In the Spirit of the Motherland!")

When World War II ended, so did nose art, for the most part. In the peacetime, postwar armed forces, the idea of having naked women were wives and children could see it was not something the postwar USAF or Navy wanted, and when it wasn't scrapped, it was painted over. A few units (especially those away from home and family) still allowed it, but it would take Korea to begin a renaissance of nose art.

This is not the real "Memphis Belle," as the little notation to the right of the name shows--this it "The Movie" Belle. This aircraft is actually 44-83546, a B-17G delivered just too late to see World War II service. After serving in the postwar USAF as a VB-17G executive aircraft and for several decades as a firefighting aircraft, 44-83546 was restored to a wartime B-17F in 1984 and painted as the Belle in 1989 for the movie, "Memphis Belle." It has worn these colors ever since.

Because the real Belle's name (which was in block letters) would be too small for a camera aircraft to see, for the movie, the name was larger and used a more fanciful script. Other than that, the markings are identical to the real Belle. The original pilot, Captain Robert Morgan, named the aircraft for his girlfriend back home, and got the permission of the original pinup artist, George Petty, to use one of his pinup girls as the Belle's nose art. (Her dress is different colors on the port and starboard side of the aircraft on both the real Belle and this one--red for port, blue for starboard.)

44-83546 currently calls the Palm Springs Air Museum home, as it is getting some maintenance done. As a result, I was finally able to see one of my favorite movie aircraft in 2025.

My internet became nonexistent when I went to upload my picture last night, and I was too exhausted to try to get it working, so here is yesterday's picture.

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Being the arid part of the island, the south side has the majority of the agriculture in Jamaica. We saw everything from cows and goats (meat only - dairy is almost nonexistent) to a vast selection of vegetables and fruits.

And then there's the wind farm on the ridge.

Harm House's Record of the Night for January 17, 2014!

Words cannot describe how good it felt to be shooting another show at Black Sheep after so long. It doesn't have the greatest lighting and the photo pit is nonexistent, but I just feel so at home there because that community of people is just incredible. They all support each other so much and it's amazing to be a part of that and to get to photograph it every so often. And then getting to be the guest photographer for Harm House's "Record of the Night" was absolutely awesome. Honestly, when I look back, I can't even begin to describe how thankful I am to the Black Sheep venue and community for everything they've done for me. This was my training ground when I was really getting started, and these are the people who took me in and accepted me without question and without reservation. That, and they put on some kick-ass shows =)

Sept. 2007 "doomsday" map with fare increases found at Belmont R/B/P station Dec. 2007

Connectivity was almost nonexistent due to the incredible number of laptops in attendance. Apparently, some people were actually using VNC over the conference wireless...

Still, it was fun to see so many people on Bonjour. Bonjour!

For the Flickr Group Roulette:

So pucker up and show the world! The group rules are essentially nonexistent, so this should leave a lot of room for interpretation.

I love me some Energy Vitamin Water.. not as exciting as Megan's Porn Juice, but I need it in the morning.

Now we’re stuck here waiting for a tow truck to come in 45 minutes because we ran out of coolant. Fun! This was a spectacular place to visit aside from that though.

And then: a setback. Shobhit was driving the rest of the way down the mountain when we started smelling something burning, and when we pulled into one of the parking lots we discovered it to be coming from under the hood. Shobhit's car had run out of coolant.

Bear in mind we were now stranded in a spot that was a forty-minute drive to the nearest auto parts store. Shobhit called AAA, who called out for a tow truck for him, and the AAA agent mentioned several times how they were "practicing social distancing" and they would not be allowed to give us a ride in their cab. I tried three times to call a Lyft, but there were none near us. How the hell were we supposed to get back into town? Well, much to our immense relief, once the tow truck driver got Shobhit on the phone directly and Shobhit assured him we would wear masks, he agreed to let us ride back in the cab with him.

Not that he had any concern about mask-wearing at all. He actually had a mask: it was hanging from a lever on his massive dashboard. He never once put it on. He did roll down his window, though only after I asked Shobhit to roll down his; I was sitting directly behind Shobhit on the back bench-like seat in the huge cab of the truck (but not a lot of space between Shobhit's seat and mine), with my own window only able to open with a sort of lever, out a few inches. The cab was so big I was almost certainly six feet away from the truck driver, and with the windows down it was well ventilated, so the risk was likely still low—just not nearly as low as it should have been. But, we needed that ride. Shobhit and I kept our masks on the entire drive, so if nothing else that drive almost certainly had no risk of getting anything from us.

I go back and forth as to whether we should have been more assertive and asked him to put the mask on. It could certainly be argued that we should have. I could also see a scenario where we found ourselves alienating the guy we desperately needed a ride from. So, well, whatever. I'll feel better once another couple of weeks have gone by with no symptoms showing up. And such are the risks of traveling at all, and those would have been nonexistent had we not left home to take this trip to begin with. But I wanted to stick to the plan we had made, and I wanted my copy of the death certificate!

Warleigh Manor is an early 19th century Grade II listed mock castle, rebuilt in 1815 by Henry Skrine to the designs of Staffordshire architect John Webb. The manor was owned by the Skrine family until the early 1960s. It was then sold, and used by a succession of different educational establishments. During this era, maintenance and upkeep was virtually nonexistent, both the exterior and interior of the home were allowed to deteriorate to the point of near demolition, providentially it was rescued and renovated in 1998 and rehabilitated into private residences.

Shot of my pitifully small garrison of troops leaving the (incomplete+nonexistent) trenches. I'd have tons of AfrikaKorps grenadiers everywhere, but a data error at Bricklink send the 20 grenadiers to my old address, about 7 miles away. Where they were promptly stolen right as I pulled into the driveway. (Brinklink sent me an EMail reporting the error). And, no for those of you who may or may not be asking, I didn't get a view of his face. So my "Lost Battalion" is listed as 100% K.I.A. until further notice. A request for replacement troops has been sent to Berlin but as of yet, no reply.

Aleksandra Pavlovic moved to Berlin this year to work as a freelance artist after several years studying at three different universities. She chose to portray her impression of Berlin using a ruby/mandarin striped Kolo Newbury photo album.

Aleksandra on her Berlin-themed Kolo book:

"It is Berlin through my eyes, through eyes of an immigrant, a newcomer, a new citizen, and my personal emotions towards it. I depict my impression with life, joy and euphoria of the fall of the wall, crossed boundaries and social life after the fall. The wall is no more, yet will never be forgotten, it is remembered in the daily celebration of freedom.

The physical wall is gone, however, as an artist, I still question; what other walls are there? Are there blurred or invisible walls between the people in this great city, between long time inhabitants and those coming more recently, between the various nationalities and cultures in Berlin, between the generations? Or are the invisible walls nonexistent?"

koloist.com/index.php/2009/12/23/through-eyes-of-an-immig...

ISAÍAS 41:10 'No tengas miedo, porque estoy contigo. No mires por todos lados, porque soy tu Dios. Yo ciertamente te fortificaré. Yo cierta y verdaderamente te ayudaré. Sí, yo verdaderamente te mantendré firmemente asido con mi diestra de justicia’. 11 ”¡Mira! Todos los que se acaloran contra ti se avergonzarán y serán humillados. Los hombres que tienen una riña contigo llegarán a ser como nada, y perecerán. 12 Los buscarás, pero no los hallarás, a aquellos hombres que están en una lucha contigo. Llegarán a ser como algo inexistente y como nada, aquellos hombres que están en guerra contra ti. 13 Porque yo, Jehová tu Dios, tengo agarrada tu diestra, Aquel que te dice: ‘No tengas miedo. Yo mismo ciertamente te ayudaré’.

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ISAIAH 41: 10 'Do not be afraid, for I am with you. Do not be anxious, for I am your God. I will fortify you, yes, I will help you, I will really hold on to you with my right hand of righteousness.’

11 Look! All those getting enraged against you will be put to shame and humiliated. Those who fight with you will be brought to nothing and perish.

12 You will search for men who struggle with you, but you will not find them;

The men at war with you will become as something nonexistent, as nothing at all.

13 For I, Jehovah your God, am grasping your right hand, The One saying to you, ‘Do not be afraid. I will help you.’

Leeville, Louisiana

on Bayou LaFourche

LaFourche Parish

Some of the greatest fishing is right here.

Leeville was settled by flood victims. On October 1, 1893, a hurricane wiped out the area's main settlement, Caminadaville, which sat on a spit of land bordered on three sides by the Gulf and on the fourth by swamp. Nearly half of Caminadaville's inhabitants perished in the storm, most by drowning, some when the buildings they had taken refuge in collapsed.

Survivors sailed up the bayou in their damaged canots and began buying land from an orange-grower named Peter Lee, who was selling plots for $12.50 each. For sixteen years, they fished, planted rice, and held fais do-do dancing parties in homes with covered verandas.

Then, in 1909, the Leeville Hurricane struck. (A contemporary newspaper account described survivors of that storm subsisting on drowned rabbit.) Six years later, a third hurricane forced residents to flee north once more. According to local legend, the storm surge carried one house from Leeville nine miles inland. The owner simply bought the plot underneath it and moved back in.

In the nineteen-thirties, Leeville rebounded briefly. Oil was discovered in the area, and by the end of the decade there were ninety-eight producing wells in town. The pay was good and regulation nonexistent. Blowouts routinely rained sulfur and brine onto the houses, into the cisterns, over the trees. Tin roofs corroded and vegetable gardens shrivelled up. When the wells ran dry, oil production moved offshore and Leeville was again deserted.

There were no more jobs, and the town itself had begun to wash away. Where once men in straw hats picked oranges and harvested rice, today there is mostly open water.

from: www.accessmylibrary.com/coms2/summary_0286-15339115_ITM

ucmmuseum.com/leesville.htm

You know what’s wrong with this picture?

This photo has no genuine emotion whatsoever. There’s nothing there. Sure, it looks kind of sad and depressing but that’s just what it looks like, it doesn’t feel like that to me. It just feels like this sad little amatuer trying to get an emotion across that’s nonexistent.

Here’s my reason for uploading this:

I’ve been thinking about what I want to get out of my 365. Of course I want to improve, that’s obvious. But other than that reason, why am I doing this? Here’s what I want out of this. I want to get my emotions across. I want to make people feel something real. When I’m happy, I want people to feel my joy. When I’m upset, collapsed on the bathroom floor or when I have a horrible day and just feel like drowning in a lake of my own tears, awful as it sounds, I want people to feel that too.

This is my main goal for my 365. To get across genuine emotion, I want people to look at my photos and feel what I'm feeling. I hope that I’m improving on this, but I want to be the best I can at it.

this is from day 20. I know that without even looking at my 365 picture for day 20.

Asperula purpurea (L.) Ehrend, syn.: Galium purpureum L.

Purple Woodruff, DE: Purpur Meier, Purpur Meister

Slo.: škrlatna perla, škrlatna lakota

Dat.: July 30. 2016

Lat.: 46.35803Long.: 13.70286

Code: Bot_993/2016_DSC4167

Habitat: an opening in mixed Fagus sylvatica and Picea abies wood; clear cut under (local) power lines, almost flat terrain; calcareous, skeletal, colluvial ground; full sun, warm and dry place; elevation 545 m (1.790 feet); average precipitations ~ 3.000 mm/year, average temperature 7-9 deg C, alpine phytogeographical region.

Substratum: soil.

Place: Lower Trenta valley, between villages Soča and Trenta, right bank of river Soča; near Matevž farmhouse, above regional road Bovec Vršič, East Julian Alps, Posočje, Slovenia EC

Comment: Few plants known to me are more difficult to be photographed in the field as Asperula purpurea. It is small, very tender and its flowers have not much more than 1 mm in diameter. Its leaves can be less than 1 cm long and only a fraction of mm wide. Apparently, when it grows on sunny places it is specially small and tender. So, it shakes restlessly even if there is no observable wind. At the same time only macro photography can show its details. Since it is widely branched in all directions one would need considerable depth of field for sharp pictures. This is of cause nonexistent with macro work. Also focus stacking technique cannot be used, because the plant is in motion all the time.

This South European plant growing also on Balkan Peninsula, Carpathians and Apennines originally belonged to Galium genus, but was later repositioned to Asperula genus. All Asperula species growing in Slovenia are beautiful; however this beauty requires to be admired with a hand lens.

Ref.:

(1) D. Aeschimann, K. Lauber, D.M. Moser, J.P. Theurillat, Flora Alpina, Vol. 2., Haupt (2004), p 348.

(2) K. Lauber and G. Wagner, Flora Helvetica, 5. Auflage, Haupt (2012), p 762.

(3) M.A. Fischer, W. Adler, K. Oswald, Exkursionsflora für Österreich, Liechtenstein und Südtirol, LO Landesmuseen, Linz, Austria (2005), p 702.

(4) A. Martinči et all., Mala Flora Slovenije (Flora of Slovenia - Key) (in Slovenian), Tehnična Založba Slovenije (2007), p 521.

So someone on the thread suggested playing with a brick wall to put the camera through paces. Unfortunately my coffee break was only long enough to snap it in auto, I don't know why I bothered. One day I'll be fast enough to do manual in a 3-minute break...

Anyway, WHAT'S WITH THAT DISTORTION and blurring in the bottom corners, especially on the left? Dang that's strong! The reviews I read before buying said to expect relatively little distortion. Is something wrong with my lens or is this "relatively little"? Not like I'll be photographing a whole lot of plain brick walls in my nonexistent career but sheesh that looks bad.

artefacts from the Spanish presence in the Philippines (the Spanish East Indies) and engagement in trade with China.

Spanish interest in the (Spanish East Indies) region was primarily focused on its use as a base for trade with East Asia, and large parts of the territory were under loose or nonexistent Spanish control.

Museo Naval, Madrid

29 November 2012

camera Panasonic DMC ZS8

P1140792

Full Tour:

www.youtube.com/watch?v=vrH4AOjN23Y&t=28s

PDF Instructions: www.luxurybrickstore.com/

This is the ultimate home on wheels for your minifigure family. Not only are there two levels on this motorhome, but four separate slide outs that allow for maximum floor space possible. There’s even room for atvs, motorcycles, bicycles, and the family car in the enclosed stacker trailer to bring along as well. The original inspiration for this build was a prototype design I randomly came across on the internet. Double decker motorhomes with slide outs are pretty much nonexistent, but I figured why not put one together with Lego.

1993 Suède Sweden Svezia

Terrain marécageux : alors on chemine pendant des kilomètres sur ces planches !

Going through swamps for miles on end on these plank "roads" !

Per attraversare i terreni paludosi, ci sono chilometri di "strade di legno" !

Escapade en train à Blåhammaren, dans le nord de la Suède, près de la frontier norvégienne.

Il est conseillé de savoir lire une carte et utiliser la boussole, car les sentiers ne sont pas bien marqués et on ne rencontre quasi personne ... le temps peut aussi changer brusquement : en qq minutes on passé de l'été à l'hiver avec de la neige (meme en plein mois de juillet).

Week-end close to the Norwegian border, in the north of Sweden, at Blåhammaren.

It is recommended to be able to read a map and use a compass because the paths are almost nonexistent ... the weather can also change within minutes going from Summer into Winter (with snow mid of July).

Camminata vicina al confine con la Norvegia, a Blåhammaren (2 giorni).

Saper leggere una mappa e utilizzare una bussola è d'obbligo perché i sentieri non si vedono bene. E non c'è molta gente da incontrare ! Subito il meteo può anche cambiare da estate a inverno con neve a metà luglio !

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Fortune Global Forum 2018

October 16th, 2018

Toronto, Canada

3:30 PM

THE NEW GLOBAL CONSUMER: DOING BUSINESS IN A DIGITAL ECONOMY

The digital economy is no longer part of the economy. It is the economy. How can traditional brick-and-mortar firms reinvent themselves, their supply chains, and their marketplaces to avoid the fate of brands once thought of as everlasting but which are now nonexistent? And how are new platforms – from e-commerce to shared services – rewriting the rules of the game? A conversation on how businesses can manage expectations for digitally empowered customers, and how technology is being used to enhance the customer experience.

Alain Bejjani, Chief Executive Officer, Majid al Futtaim

Andrea Stairs, General Manager, Canada and Latin America, eBay

Ning Tang, Founder and CEO, CreditEase

Moderator: Phil Wahba, Senior Writer, Fortune

Photograph by Stuart Isett/Fortune

The "nonexistent" BNSF Baretable trots through Binney Junction under light sprinkles. This rainstorm was outran by quite a few trains today.

©2002-2012 FranksRails.com Photography

I found out today that I'm going to get a job! A cool one!

My current work is cool - I work as sort of a research assistant (RA) to a professor up at the University of Utah. I'm not exactly a RA, because I think you have to be a student to be called that - maybe I can be called a RA-without-portfolio. The professor is a great guy and the work is interesting, not to mention closely related to my graduate school work, so my chasing the M.S. degree turned out to be very useful.

In any case, I've been working as a contractor, which is nice because I get to work at home, so my commute consists of walking down a flight of stairs. The downsides are that contracting doesn't get you benefits and that being at home so much is making me go a bit funny, in the agoraphobic / social-phobic sense. That happens to me during times of unemployment or home-employment, both of which are occupational hazards of a programming career, where contracting is always a possibility and job security is largely nonexistent.

Anyway: The professor I've been working for has, for the last several months, been agitating for his department to hire me on as staff - and today I found out that they're actually going to! Teh yhey!

It will do me some good to get out of the house and work in an office again, and be around people (other than Mrs. W., of course, without whom I would be far, far loopier than I am now).

I'm not sure exactly when I start, but it will be within the next month. They're sorting out administrative details. In the meantime, I still have the contract work and a light at the end of that tunnel.

Curbs are often 8 to 12 inches high. Accessibility for wheelchairs is basically nonexistent. Here, a fence in the median blocks what looks like a crosswalk.

Logo feito para um bar inexistente, totalmente fictício.

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Logo made for a nonexistent bar, totally fictional.

1993 Suède Sweden Svezia

Retour en train à Uppsala.

Turning back to Uppsala by train.

Viaggio con il treno fin ad Uppsala.

Escapade en train à Blåhammaren, dans le nord de la Suède, près de la frontier norvégienne.

Il est conseillé de savoir lire une carte et utiliser la boussole, car les sentiers ne sont pas bien marqués et on ne rencontre quasi personne ... le temps peut aussi changer brusquement : en qq minutes on passé de l'été à l'hiver avec de la neige (meme en plein mois de juillet).

Week-end close to the Norwegian border, in the north of Sweden, at Blåhammaren.

It is recommended to be able to read a map and use a compass because the paths are almost nonexistent ... the weather can also change within minutes going from Summer into Winter (with snow mid of July).

Camminata vicina al confine con la Norvegia, a Blåhammaren (2 giorni).

Saper leggere una mappa e utilizzare una bussola è d'obbligo perché i sentieri non si vedono bene. E non c'è molta gente da incontrare ! Subito il meteo può anche cambiare da estate a inverno con neve a metà luglio !

Inside the St. Regis Paper Company mill in Deferiet, NY. Circa 1910. Workers often went barefoot, and safety standards were nonexistent in the late 1800s and early 1900s. Photo courtesy of the Town of Champion archives, caption info from Lynn Thornton and Janet Zando.

That Somaliland has built a functioning state while the former Somali state remains nonexistent 20 years after its collapse gives Somaliland a legitimate claim to sovereignty. Its government has domestic authority and control, and it provides public services. Somaliland meets the Montevideo Convention’s criteria for statehood: a permanent population, a defined territory, government, and the capacity to enter into relations with the other states.

First day on the cruise and the Aquaduck had a full line. High capacity is virtually nonexistent to be found on this slide.

its function was likely "to shelter the bark of Isis at the eastern banks" of Philae island.

One of the main sites visited by almost every tour to Egypt is what is billed as Philae, but Philae is actually a nonexistent island now buried beneath Lake Nasser. The island was sometimes visible and sometimes not after the Old Aswan Dam was built, but was permanently submerged by the High Dam. Read more at www.touregypt.net/featurestories/Philae.htm

It's a girl. This cavalryman is a girl. In the Civil War women were not officially allowed to serve as soldiers for either side but some did nonetheless. They simply enlisted disguised as men. During the civil war physical exams were casual or nonexistent, unlike today. Also hygiene standards were also different than today. It was not unusual for soldiers to dress in private, bathe with their underwear on and seldom change that underwear. Numerous underage boys in both militaries made it possible for women to hide among the youthful soldiers with their lack of facial hair and boyish voices. Most of the women who enlisted were not discovered until they fell ill or were wounded or killed. Several such women have been documented. Confederate Lieutenant Harry Buford was actually Loreta Velazquez. She was one of the few female soldiers who left a written record of their experience. (Info from www.CivilWarAcademy.com)

27 Feb 2015: Between Swains Lock and Pennyfield Lock, ice in the canal was thick where there wasn't much current. Where the current was strong, ice was thin or nonexistent.

This rare shower appears to be an adaptation of an 1849 patent by Ephraim Larrabee of Baltimore. It was discovered on a battlefield following the Fredericksburg Campaign. Likely used by high ranking officers from the Federal Army this shower demonstrates there were ranks in hygiene. It was compatible with hot or cold water, adjustable in heigh, and still retains some of its original canvas. In a time when indoor plumbing was nonexistent in most American homes showers were a luxury in both military and domestic environments.

The Luray Valley Museum, located in the the Stonyman Museum Building at the Shenandoah Heritage Village, features an impressive collection of Shenandoah Valley artifacts in chronological order from the early 1700s through the 1920s. The museum is housed in a building constructed with the original logs from the dilapidated Varner Barn, a nearby circa 1800 bank barn.

Shenandoah Heritage Village, located on the Luray Caverns complex, is a seven-acre re-creation of a small 19th century farming community made up of restored historic buildings, cottage style gardens, and a small vineyard with a scenic mountain backdrop.

Mendon Ponds Park is owned and very poorly maintained by the County of Monroe, NY.

Unfortunately, this extraordinary property is rapidly deteriorating due to an egregious lack of care. Trails are not cleared of debris... signs are useless. Park maintenance is essentially nonexistent. They do have a marketing department. Seriously, the taxpayers are paying the salaries of a county parks marketing department.

Email Mendon Ponds Park complaints to: countyexecutive@monroecounty.gov