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New Bridge in the background
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
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
For the soon to be nonexistent group FGR, I decided with only two days left, I better get my ass in gear. .... While doing that not taking any time to setup my camera... just eat and shoot. Hell, I got better things to do like help setup the Rogue Players Group to help fill that void in people's hearts. I don't care what it is gonna take, even if I gotta setup a "Numpty and his Knob" group, just to keep people smiling. It's bigger than me, and I'm just doing my part.
Oh, and thanks to JLovely for picking the day!
Best viewed @ large size
Onagraceae - California and adjacent areas of Mexico; Baja California Norte, Mexico origin of plant above
California-fuchsia, Hummingbird Flower, Hummingbird Trumpet, Zauschneria
Shown: Detail of flower
"Zauschneria (Epilobium canum) is a species of willowherb, native to dry slopes and in chaparral of western North America. It is a perennial plant, notable for the profusion of bright scarlet flowers in late summer and autumn.
"The name reflects that in the past it used to be treated in a distinct genus Zauschneria, but modern studies have shown that it is best placed within the genus Epilobium. Other common names include California-fuchsia (from the resemblance of the flowers to those of Fuchsias), Hummingbird Flower, and Hummingbird Trumpet (the flowers are very attractive to hummingbirds).
"It is a subshrub growing to 60 cm tall. Native populations of these plants exhibit considerable variation in appearance and habit. The small leaves may be opposite or alternate, lance-shaped or ovate, with short to nonexistent stalks, and range in color from green to nearly white. Overall shape may be matting or mounding, the plants commonly spreading via rhizomes. The racemes of tubular or funnel-shaped flowers are terminal, and colors are mostly reddish, ranging from fuchsia to pink to red-orange." (Wikipedia)
Additional view:
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Photographed in U.C. Botanical Garden at Berkeley - Berkeley, California
The bison were spread out in a prairie dog town, grazing and occasionally rolling in a nice patch of loose dirt. The recent mild weather has melted most of the snow that fell three weeks ago - a temporary reprieve. I am not concerned that we will miss out on winter, however. This is southern Saskatchewan. There'll be lots more:-)
Because Plains Bison are migratory by nature, they will never be permitted the freedom to roam the Great Plains of North America as they did a century and a half ago. As with all prairie preserves and parks containing bison, theirs is a limited world bounded by fences. Grasslands is one of the best, providing an enormous range for the shaggy beasts. They can cross the Frenchman River - its banks here hidden by that line of willow thicket in the middle ground - and disappear into those background hills where roads are nonexistent, or travel up the valley (to the left) for many miles, and behind the camera position is an equally large area of wild prairie for them to roam. Close encounters with the herd, therefore, are something special.
Don't use this image on websites, blogs or other media without explicit permission.
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Leeville, Louisiana
on Bayou LaFourche
LaFourche Parish
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
And here I'd like to add that my boyfriend was bothering me for photos. Nothing to do with my nonexistent exhibitionism.
1993 Suède Sweden Svezia
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 !
-. doing choreography for the musical in which i have a relatively nonexistent part is the bane of my existence.
A young adult Western Slender Glass Lizard from south-central Oklahoma. This species is quite common in some areas of KS, OK, and TX, but nonexistent in seemingly identical, nearby areas.
Bob and the 58' tele.. why not
You most likely can't tell but we set up a pretty ridiculous lighting scheme for this one..
. AB 800 behind upper left bounced off umbrella @ 1/2
.Canon ex 430II below upwards through defuser @ 1/4
.Nikon sb 600 to right eye level @ 1/4
..Rediculously bright sun overhead causing me to stop down to like f/13 haha depth o' field= like nonexistent
Bookmobile supporting Meredosia, Bad Catman, The Flips, and Looming at Black Sheep Cafe in Springfield, IL on 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 =)
Please remember, my fellow flickr-aholics, while I'm in Denali my internet connection is not good, and sometimes nonexistent, so I'm not able to keep in touch as well as I would like to. I will post and comment when I can, and I'll apologize now for being inconsistent. Please don't forget about me :)
I have visited every county in Washington, but haven’t explored Asotin as much as I’d have liked. We stayed there in May, right on the other side of this fence.
Asotin is in the south eastern corner of Washington. It’s steep hills and sparse roads leave it largely empty. Much of it is National and State forest, State wildlife areas, and parks. The few towns (apart from Clarkston) are small and nearly nonexistent.
The Asotin area was originally part of Nez Perce land. There are numerous petroglyphs along the Snake River chiseled by their ancestors hundreds of years before.
The land that became Asotin County was the northwestern part of the Nez Perce territory. The people were big travelers, even finding themselves visiting the Pacific Ocean 400 miles to the west, and crossing the continental divide into the buffalo country in Montana 300 miles to the east.
Their reservation now sits on the other side of the Snake River, though it does not touch it (which is honestly just mean). Unlike many tribes, however, their reservation is on their ancestral lands.
Their most famous leader, Peace Chief Joseph (Hin-mah-too-yah-lat-kekt; “Thunder Rolling Down the Mountain”), was not allowed to settle on this reservation. He and his people were first sent to Oklahoma where many died (I visited the Nez Perce graveyard this past summer). Then he was allowed to move to the Coleville Reservation in north-central Washington, hundreds of miles away from his home. There he is buried, his doctor saying that he had died “of a broken heart”.
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‘Wisdom Lifts Her Voice’
Camera: Crown Graphic 4×5 (1962)
Lens: 127mm f/4.7 Rodenstock Ysarex; f/8, 1/100sec; Hand-held
Film: Arista Ultra Edu 200
Process: Rodinal; 1+50; 11mins
Along the Grand Ronde River, Asotin County, Washington
As Allied forces began closing in on Japan by mid-1945, the Japanese found themselves in increasingly desperate straits; the kamikaze was the most visible sign of this desperation. With the American landings on Okinawa and the sinking of the Navy’s flagship Yamato, the Imperial Japanese Army realized that the Home Islands were next. Along with the Imperial Japanese Navy, they intended to unleash a horde of kamikaze attacks that would unnerve the Americans enough that some ceasefire or negotiated settlement would result. Part of this plan included the use of the Nakajima Ki-115 Tsurugi ("Sabre" or "Sword") in English. The Imperial Japanese Navy named this aircraft Tōka or ("Wisteria Blossom").
By 1945, Japan was virtually out of experienced pilots and was increasingly forced to use roughly untrained men—mostly college students—who were high on patriotic fervor but short on skill. The Japanese were also running out of aircraft, many of which had already been expended in kamikaze attacks in the Philippines and Okinawa. The Ki-115 was designed solely for kamikaze missions. It was intended to be built quickly and with little materials the Japanese had left: mostly wood and steel.
The landing gear was only used for taxiing and takeoff; it would be dropped after leaving the ground, as there would be no return trip. A universal engine mount was incorporated into the design so that the Tsurugi could use whatever engines were still available—American B-29 bombing raids had utterly devastated the Japanese aviation industry by this time. No defensive armament was included: the Tsurugi was intended solely to be flown into an enemy target, and the only weapon was a single bomb that was carried underneath the aircraft.
The Ki-115 prototype first flew in March of 1945, and Japanese test pilots were not happy with it: even as an aircraft for suicidal purposes, it was poor stuff. Visibility from the cockpit was virtually nonexistent, especially over the long nose. Even taking off was problematic. In the hands of anything aside from one of the few experienced pilots the Japanese had left, the Tsurugi would be more likely to kill its pilot long before the pilot even had the chance to kill themselves. The service understood that most of the projected 8,000 Ki-115s would never reach their targets, but even if only 10% made it, they would cause catastrophic damage to the American landing forces.
Production on the Ki-115s began with the promise that upgraded versions with better handling would be produced, but the atomic bombings of Hiroshima and Nagasaki had ended the war before any Tsurugis were used in combat. Only 105 of these aircraft were built between May and August of 1945, but none were used operationally, and all of them fell into the hands of the Americans after the Japanese surrender. Nearly all of them were scrapped, as there was no interest in an aircraft intended for suicidal purposes and only two examples are known to survive today. In order to further improve the aircraft’s performance and reduce cost, an upgraded version, the Ki-115B, was proposed. This included replacing the all-metal wings with ones built of wood. These new wings were larger and had to be equipped with flaps. In order to provide the pilot with a better view, the cockpit was moved to the front. Since it was the end of the war, nothing ever came of this proposal.
Assuming that there is only one Ki-115 remaining, this is it, S/N 1002. It was found by American forces at the Nakajima factory at Iwate and shipped back to the United States, but it was never flown. It was stored at the Smithsonian's Silver Hill storage facility for eventual display at the Udvar Hazy National Air and Space Museum in Virginia. The NASM decided that it was unlikely that the aircraft would ever be restored or that the Smithsonian would ever have room to display it, so it was loaned to the Pima Air and Space Museum in 2012. Very little information is known about the test program or the planned deployment of these aircraft today because Nakajima had destroyed most records before American forces could intervene.
Because of the Tsurugi's wooden and light steel construction, Pima decided to not attempt to restore it for fear that it would simply fall apart; it is displayed in unrestored form. Faint hints of IJAAF markings can still be seen beside the Hinomaru national emblem: the yellow wing leading edges were a hallmark of all IJAAF aircraft. At some point during the journey from Japan to the U.S., the engine mount was severely damaged; as a result, the engine was not attached to the aircraft.
One of the curators I talked to claimed that this is the same Ki-115 that was displayed as a gate guard in front of Yokota Air Base, Japan, during the 1950s. I believe this to be true, as Pima's guidebook mentions that this Ki-115 was owned by the Smithsonian and brought back at war's end. The fate of the Ki-115 at Yokota AB remains unknown, but it is thought to be owned by a Japanese museum. Seeing one of these was a huge surprise to me because I thought none of them survived to the present day.
The shuffling and clattering of shoes are heard in echos as people move orderly yet rushed to and from this transfer hub known as the Metro. The Metro Rail system was nonexistent just 15 years ago and is now vital in connecting people throughout L.A. County. This shot was taken during the morning peak period and I found it surprising to catch this emptiness in-between surges of people moving through here. As people passed they looked like seasoned patrons some laughing with companions and friends but many with a hurried look as if the fear of missing the next ride was heavy upon them. This migration is tightly wound both up and down these stairs, a symptom of design occurring every 5 minutes or so.
This work by David Cantu is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License Permissions beyond the scope of this license may be available by inquiring at: onewideopensky@yahoo.com
Bookmobile supporting Meredosia, Bad Catman, The Flips, and Looming at Black Sheep Cafe in Springfield, IL on 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 =)
Sand mining is rampant on Beas river, Punjab. Another reason for flooding of Mand island.
Read more www.indiawaterportal.org/articles/nonexistent-bridge-punjab
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
© D O Y E E D T • A N N A H A A L
When you go through the streets
No one recognizes you.
No one sees your crystal crown, no one looks
At the carpet of red gold
That you tread as you pass,
The nonexistent carpet.
And when you appear
All the rivers sound
In my body, bells
Shake the sky,
And a hymn fills the world.
🔻
Pablo Neruda
17-365-2 Maple Sapling Silhouette
After a long and frustrating night and morning of trying in vain to get my computer online I decided to go for a drive.There is a wildfire out near Detroit Lake Oregon and I thought I would go see if I could find a nice safe spot to get some pictures from. I drove for about 2 hours to find the dirt road that my squirrely GPS was leading me to. I follow it for about a mile and a half to have it tell me, "Make a left" onto a nonexistent path. The forest was so thick that you could not see anything let alone a fire. However on my journeys through the woods I found a nice spot for a few sunset pictures instead.
This was the most beautiful, intense and unusual sunset I have EVER seen! There were upon counting the shots later, about 17 or 18 Dragon heads in the clouds! Also the clouds were constantly changing and forming strange mountains outlined by the setting sun on the horizon! At times the sky looked like it was on fire! Though I never saw a flame, this more than made up for it!
7-11 stores are no longer existent in Jacksonville or much of North Florida for that matter. However, they are still quite abundant in the Daytona area and at points south, such as Cocoa Beach. I was surprised to see the sign reading "Oh thank heaven!" because that was a slogan from the 1970's.
I can only guess that the straps around the sign were put up when Fay threatened the area. I saw several other signs that were strapped in that manner.
It's a cruel occurence when society comes to a universal agreement to cast out one of their own. A silent oath, unknown to the victimized individual, is sworn by the sadistic hearts of the Whole. Day after day, Glares pierce Its back as It treads the murky void of exile. Its gaze is met by no one, and Its voice is nonexistent. Chaos quietly consumes It from within as cold realization forms, and wicked truth is discovered.
It has felt the venom of society, slowly eating away at Its thoughts, becoming a constantly fed obsession, that unfortunately, has no end in sight.
Humanity's third flaw: Social Prejudice.
Like I’ve said before, Weston Brewing Company holds a special place in my heart, so lets chalk this horrible beer up to this mysterious “Big Balls Brewery” that is listed on the side of the bottle.
Jesse James America’s Outlaw Beer pours a light copper with a small white head, and sadly this appearance is the best part of this beer.
Light aroma, light taste, light mouthfeel.
The aroma is almost nonexistent with a very light wheat the only thing coming off of it.
Taste starts with wheat then goes to a watery taste, then more water for the aftertaste.
Nothing good about this beer, and now I have to figure out what to do with the rest of the 5 beers in the pack. Maybe the first time I will sink pour that much beer.
Bookmobile supporting Meredosia, Bad Catman, The Flips, and Looming at Black Sheep Cafe in Springfield, IL on 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 =)
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
replacing the mirror bumper on this sears/ricoh TLS. It was pretty much nonexistent. Whoever owned this camera before me took wonderful care of it though
'WHY DO THEY ASK THE SAME QUESTIONS?'
Gunturu Seshendra Sarma, the renowned poet gave a big jolt to the modern Telugu literary world in the seventies. A multifaceted personality a prolific writer, critic, thinker Sarma has unfurled the flag of Telugu literature in far - off countries like Greece. His peer Somasundar called him the morning star of the 21st century.
Known for his knowledge of classical Indian literature, Sarma has shown unparalleled intellectual ability
in studying and interpreting Valmiki Ramayana.
Now I'm 64. Over the years a number of people have interviewed me. Almost in all these encounters the questions were more or less identical. Obviously the answers also. Instead of asking a poet or a writer about his works, it'd be appropriate to evaluate his work from different angles and assess his contribution. This will help the field of literature as well as the society at large".
Looking back, Sarma says that during his student days he was interested in politics, history and science. "The modern philosophical trends of the West stirred my interest. After studying science in graduation, I did law. In those days, appadorai's book on politics was of great interest. H.G. Wells' writings drew me to history on which I wrote some essays. Later, I scribbled some essays on the basic elements of society, the man woman relationship, etc. In 1961, I wrote about science in Andhra Pradesh. These essays later were published as NaruduNakshatraalu".
Asked why he doesn't write about the present state of affairs, he says, "If I touch these subjects, I've to refer to individuals. Besides, I've to comment on what we find in newspapers. I'm not equipped to do this. I don't think it's an edifying activity.
As the discussion inched towards literature, Sarma dispelled the feeling that there're no intellectuals among Telugu poets. "I don’t agree that we find intellectuals only among prose writers. Even some poets are intellectuals. Poetry is essentially an intellectual exercise.
Why is Kavisena, which was started by you with great pomp and enthusiasm, defunct now? "It's an interesting question. First of all I've to âı¿+O„^Œ 225 clarify one thing. I didn't start Kavisena. The young poets of Andhra Pradesh, particularly some belonging to Anantapur, Narasaraopet, Hyderabad, Vizag and Warangal, used to correspond with me regularly in the early seventies. They dealt with various aspects of literature, particularly poetry. And, inadvertently, I became the young poets' coordinator.... When I was in Ooty I received a letter asking me to go over to Nagarjunasagar urgently. Unable to discourage them, I landed in Nagarjunasagar where young poets with progressive outlook had gathered. They were disappointed that non - poetry was gaining circulation in the name of progressive literature. They felt that the cause of progressive thought can be served better by promoting poetry which had poetic excellence. I agreed with them.... They started kavisena, in my presence, to produce good poetry. With a lot of effort I wrote a manifesto for Kavisena...As years passed by, these young poets had to take up some job or the other and settle down in life. Thus Kavisena became crippled".
Like many of the poets of his generation Sarma was initially a metrical poet. But, later, he took to free verse. Why? "Every poet has to yield to the pressures of his time. Poetry has to be necessarily written in the contemporary language. This is my conviction. It's an artistic necessity but not an opportunistic adoption".
Sarma is content with the recognition he got from the people for his contribution to literature. "Awards aren't necessarily the barometers. For, they are the products of contemporary socio-political milieu.
A lot of confusion is being created in the name of modernity and abstract ideas. And the people are forced to accept them lest they be branded ignorant. Poetry is the manifestation of abstract things into metaphors symbols and figures of speech....So, to appreciate poetry, you've to deliberately cultivate the required taste....But, under the guise of poetry, some poets write ambiguous poetry which doesn't convey anything. In such cases, the complaint is properly based. Otherwise it reflects our own deficiency.
As a responsible writer did you meet the demands of the society?
"As a full - fledged human being I truthfully react to my surroundings and honestly express myself unmindful of the consequences. Reacting to an occurrence is in itself an emotional and volcanic eruption. For, it has the desired impact on the social plane. In this sense, I've fulfilled my obligation to mankind".
Deccan Chronicle
English Daily: Hyderabad Sept 8, 1991
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Visionary Poet of the Millennium
An Indian poet Prophet
Seshendra Sharma
October 20th, 1927 - May 30th, 2007
Visionary Poet of the Millennium
www.facebook.com/GunturuSeshendraSharma/
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Rivers and poets
Are veins and arteries
Of a country.
Rivers flow like poems
For animals, for birds
And for human beings-
The dreams that rivers dream
Bear fruit in the fields
The dreams that poets dream
Bear fruit in the people-
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The sunshine of my thought fell on the word
And its long shadow fell upon the century
Sun was playing with the early morning flowers
Time was frightened at the sight of the martyr-
- Seshendra Sharma
"We are children of a century which has seen revolutions, awakenment of large masses of people over the earth and their emancipation from slavery and colonialism wresting equality from the hands of brute forces and forging links of brotherhood across mankind.
This century has seen peaks of human knowledge; unprecedented intercourse of peoples and
perhaps for the first time saw the world stand on the brink of the dilemma of one world or destruction.
It is a very inspiring century, its achievements are unique.
A poet who is not conscious of this context fails in his existence as poet."
-Seshendra Sharma
(From his introduction to his “Poet’s notebook "THE ARC OF BLOOD" )
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B.A: Andhra Christian College: Guntur: A.P: India
B.L : Madras University: Madras
Deputy Municipal Commissioner (37 Years)
Dept of Municipal Administration, Government of Andhra Pradesh
Parents: G.Subrahmanyam (Father) ,Ammayamma (Mother)
Siblings: Anasuya,Devasena (Sisters),Rajasekharam(Younger brother)
Wife: Mrs.Janaki Sharma
Children: Vasundhara , Revathi (Daughters),
Vanamaali ,Saatyaki (Sons)
Seshendra Sharma is one of the most outstanding minds of modern Asia. He is the foremost of the Telugu poets today who has turned poetry to the gigantic strides of human history and embellished literature with the thrills and triumphs of the 20th century. A revolutionary poet who spurned the pedestrian and pedantic poetry equally, a brilliant critic and a scholar of Sanskrit, this versatile poet has breathed a new vision of modernity to his vernacular.Such minds place Telugu on the world map of intellectualism. Readers conversant with names like Paul Valery, Gauguin, and Dag Hammarskjold will have to add the name of Seshendra Sharma the writer from India to that dynasty of intellectuals.
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Seshendra Sharma better known as Seshendra isa colossus of Modern Indian poetry.
His literature is a unique blend of the best of poetry and poetics.
Diversity and depth of his literary interests and his works
are perhaps hitherto unknown in Indian literature.
From poetry to poetics, from Mantra Sastra to Marxist Politics his writings bear an unnerving pprint of his rare genius.
His scholarship and command over Sanskrit , English and Telugu Languages has facilitated his emergence as a towering personality of comparative literature in the 20th century world literature.
T.S.Eliot ,ArchbaldMacleish and Seshendra Sharma are trinity of world poetry and Poetics.
His sense of dedication to the genre of art he chooses to express himself and
the determination to reach the depths of subject he undertakes to explore
place him in the galaxy of world poets / world intellectuals.
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Seshendra Sharma’s Writings Copyright © Saatyaki S/o Seshendra Sharma
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Seshendra Sharma : Scholar - Poet
Seshendra Sharma, a scholar - poet was born (October 20, 1927) into a Pujari ( Priests ) family in Nellore District in the state of Andhra Pradesh in India . Seshendra’s father and his grandfather were well versed in Sanskrit Literature, Vedas and scriptures. At home itself, thus from his childhood , Seshendra got the opportunity of learning and training in Sanskrit. This was further nurtured by the Village school of Thotapalligudur, where he spent best part of his childhood.
Seshendra’s father was a well-to-do person, a Munsif ( village officer ) of the village, possessing more than Ten Acres of agricultural Wet land and own house . Father’s desire to see his son flower into a top man turned a new leaf in Seshendra’s life. Seshendra’s father admitted him for B.A. Graduation course in Andhra Christian College in Guntur. Incidentally, Seshendra’s Family Sir Name and this town’s name are one and the same. This is a turning point in the budding poet’s journey. Seshendra got significant exposure to the Western World, particularly to the Western Literature. The makings of a Visionary Poet germinated in him in this Alma Mater. His journey of poetry started with Translation of Mathew Arnold’s “Sohrab and Rustum “ , a long poem , which Seshendra translated into Telugu in Metrical poetry with accomplished finesse . This trend eventually blossomed and Seshendra emerged as an Epic – Poet. His My Country – My People : Modern Indian Epic is observed by learned critics as a land mark in modern poetry ranking it on par with T.S. Eliot’s Waste Land . This long poem was nominated for Nobel Prize in 2004. His subsequent works Gorilla, Turned into water and fled away, Ocean is my name – long poems were reviewed in scholarly strain.
Seshendra’s desire to perform in films took him to Madras, today’s Chennai in Tamil Nadu. In Madras he formally joined B.L. Course with Madras Law College. And was developing contacts in the Telugu Cinema Circles and was working as a freelance journalist. He used to translate articles into Telugu for Janavani , a popular weekly of those times whose editor was Tapi Dharma Rao , a towering personality of Telugu Literature. This facet of journalism of his personality rose to its full heights in 90s. When Soviet Union collapsed he wrote a series of articles in Telugu as well as in English decrying the west’s sinister plot, villainous machinations to pull down Communist Regimes. He sang odes / Laurels to communism and expressed in aggressive tone and style that communism will never die. It remains in the genes of oppressed peoples of the world for ever. Perhaps Seshendra is the only poet from the Indian Subcontinent to pen Anti – Imperialist essays during those times. He completed his Law course but his desire to act in films remained unfulfilled. Seshendra’s Classmates at his Alma Mater, A.C.College, Guntur, N.T.Rama Rao and Kongara Jaggaiah became popular actors of Telugu Cinema. N.T.R became an all time super –hero. Seshendra’s father and maternal uncle forcibly brought him back from Madras, and with the good offices of native Member of Parliament put him in Government service as Deputy Panchayat Officer. In due course of time, on deputation, joined Municipal Administration Department and worked as Municipal Commissioner in all Major cities and towns of Andhra Pradesh. With the result he got wide exposure to conditions of social life of his times. He obtained personal acquaintance of Common Man’s life and his travails. This enriched his vision of life and literature a great deal.
With Seshendra Poetry and Poetics are Siamese Twins. He penned works of Literary Criticism both on classical and contemporary poetry. Sahitya Kaumudi (Telugu ) and his bi-lingual book “ the ARC of Blood : My Note Book “ illustrate this point. His Research work on Valmiki’s Ramayana , Shodasi : Secrets of The Ramayana , questions the very foundations of centuries old assumptions. Seshendra, based on scientific research citing from the original text of Valmiki and Vedas, reveals that The Ramayana is not just story of Rama told in enchanting poetry , But the Sage wrote the epic to spread Kundalini Yoga among the masses of his era. His observations that the concepts of Vishnu and Reincarnation were non –existent during Valmiki’s Epoch constitute a revolt against centuries old beliefs. Sita is the central character of The Ramayana and she is Kundalini Shakti / Adi Para Shakthi . During that era temples and prayers were nonexistent. This hits directly at the very foundation of Temple System.
His Kavisena Manifesto , is a noteworthy work on Modern Poetics. In this work, he compiles cogently definitions of poetry cutting across centuries and countries and writes scintillating commentary. This Manifesto of Modern Poetry is a sort of Wikipedia page of world poetry. Seshendra, finally concludes that poetry is emotions and feelings skilfully garbed in unusual diction, and poetry is a way of life.
Discerning scholars critics and academics are of intrinsic opinion that T.S.Eliot ,Archibald MacLeish and Seshendra Sharma are trinity of world poetry and Poetics.
But this Scholar – poet of 20th century is an unsung and unwept genius of his times.
Prime Minister of India honoured Seshendra with Gold Medal in Sahitya Akademi ( India ) Golden Jubilee celebrations and Chief Minister of AP honoured him with Hansa Literary Award on the eve of UGADI , Telugu New Year Day in 2005 .
In one of his poems he says fragrance of stars is calling me. Seshendra left this world and vanished into fragrance of galaxies on May 30, 2007.
Thanks to my wonderful friend Gina I now know the name of this orchid..Thank you so much Gina!! ; )
I looked it up and here is what is says about them...........
Native to high elevations in northeast India, China, Burma, and Thailand, Vanda coerulea is prized for its flowers' rich blue, a color rare among cultivated orchids. Wild populations of this orchid are almost nonexistent today because local growers have overharvested them for the international horticulture trade.
Although they say a rich blue color the picture they had was more of a purple..
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.
As I mentioned in post #99, I've always been fascinated by how artists represent black people, especially in comics. It seems that I'm not the only one, and I've been reading a book called "Black images in the comics" by Frank Stromberg.
It's interesting to see how the images of black people have been largely, for want of a better term, racist for many years, with blacks portrayed by white artists, as Ollie Harrington once put it, as "a circle, black with two hotdogs in the middle for a mouth"
I hang out with a lot of black people and sometimes I can't relate when I hear about"how bad they have it" as London is a pretty cosmopolitan place, with integration pretty well ingrained in the fabric I feel. I've not suffered too much racism myself as a Vietnamese, but then I guess I, like the author of this book, find it hard to relate exactly to what it's like to be black.
However, what this book does show is how the artists have drawn the zeitgeist, perhaps drawing a slice of how the mainstream see black people, and on reading the book more closely and seeing the images of blacks in subservient and negative ways, I start to begin to understand what it is that black people talk about when they talk about having it hard.
If this is how they are depicted on paper, then it must be difficult to rise above it in real life. I can't put it much better than the author himself
"Racism in comics is not only a matter of the drawings. It can be distinguished on three levels: The first is the purely pictorial (in which a certain minority is depicted with various stereotypical attributes); the second is the purely textual (in which captions and not least the use of language present persons in a negative way); thirdly and probably the most subversive, is on a content level (in which for example people from a certain minority are constantly portrayed as evil, stupid, foolish subservient...or quite simply nonexistent"
I've decided to try and pick out a black image from the book that displays none of these attributes, but shows a man more like a human. I really liked the way this came out and it's going to someone who recently sent me post, which is now up on my REAL wall
Lefort Cemetery (sinking into the water)
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
These are $15 watermelons. They're pretty typical for Japanese watermelons, weighing in at about the same size as a large cantaloupe in the US.
Incidentally, seedless watermelons seem to be nonexistent here. They do, however, have the square variety.
Originally built between 1793 and 1797 during the Second Spanish Period, this Spanish Colonial and Neoclassical-style cathedral is the fourth church to occupy a prominent position at the heart of the city of St. Augustine. The original church, built of flammable materials, stood from 1565 until 1586, when it was burned during an attack by English Privateer Sir Francis Drake. Not even a year later, the church was rebuilt of palm logs, with a straw roof, which succumbed to fire in 1599. In 1605, thanks to a tithe from Spain, a timber church was constructed, which stood until a failed English attack on the city in 1702 by James Moore, then-governor of Carolina colony. There were attempts to rebuild the church during the First Spanish Period, starting in 1707, but these went nowhere, and the money intended for the church’s reconstruction were misallocated by corrupt officials. Instead, during the remainder of the First Spanish Period, mass was held in the St. Augustine Hospital. Following the transfer of governance of Florida to the British in 1763, the need for a new Catholic church was nonexistent, as the catholic population of the colony fled to other Spanish colonies. At the start of the Second Spanish Period in 1784, the need for a new church became more apparent, and work on the current cathedral’s Coquina stone walls began in 1793. The facade of the church features Neoclassical elements around the front doorway, with the Spanish Colonial style being employed on the roofline and limited fenestration on the front facade. The church stood in its original configuration until a fire in 1887 destroyed the timber roof structure and did major damage to the interior. Following the fire, Henry Flagler led the effort to have the cathedral rebuilt, with James Renwick, Jr. designing an expansion of the old building, giving it a rectangular cruciform layout, and adding the Spanish Renaissance-style bell tower and European-style transept to the building. The interior was rebuilt to feature exposed decorative timbers that supported the roof structure, and a decorative polychromatic tile floor. The building has since received a few more additions, which house a chapel, service areas, and offices, as well as a building to the rear of the cathedral along Treasury Street, built in the Mediterranean Revival style, which houses the offices of the Diocese of St. Augustine. Today, the cathedral remains a prominent landmark in the city, and was listed on the National Register of Historic Places and listed as a National Historic Landmark as part of the St. Augustine Town Plan Historic District in 1970.