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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
Hell, the cesspit of evil and torment. The place where no light shines and no good exists. Well except for Grin....sorta. Grin was once just a lowly imp who had the whip cracked against him as much as those damned there for eternity. He Strove to rise up through the ranks of demons despite his drive was nearly nonexistent. He had always been told he had the potential to be a greater demon if he only gave a damn or even showed enthusiasm. Really he wanted to bother the living and constantly schemed to escape hell and run rampant among those who didn't deserve it. He was constantly stopped from escaping until finally he got angry and well....dug upwards. It took over a thousand years to break to the surface where humans were still alive. Well first things first he rolled around on the ground in sheer torment as his first experience with light didn't go well with his eyes. Eventually he made his way towards a city and began to swarm at humans at random, fidning bullets and other human tools of defense nothing but a fly swat to what he was used to. However when he was laughing after his latest trick he rummaged through the stuff the man had dropped and found a fast food burger. Smelling slightly of charred flesh he bit into it and was swarmed by the taste of human food and became obsessed. Now he only attacks those with food or as he had learned, those with money to buy food. The city has by now almost gotten used to him as he has proven to not be particularly a dangerous creature, becoming the local legend though his tricks are to be avoided at all costs.
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.
The Narrows are also known for the hanging gardens, a local term for plants that grow in small crevices supported by the water dripping down slickrock, are seen here. As the water slowly seeps through the Navajo Sandstone, they may be hundreds of years old. Hence the water supply is consistent, and useful in the desert where water tends to come in floods or be nonexistent.
Zion Canyon, Zion National Park, Springdale, Utah
Visionary Poet of the Millennium
An Indian poet Prophet
Seshendra Sharma
October 20th, 1927 - May 30th, 2007
Visionary Poet of the Millennium
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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 : 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.
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GunturuSeshendraSarma: an extraordinary poet-scholar
One of the ironies in literature is that
he came to be known more as a critic than a poet
HYDERABAD: An era of scholastic excellence and poetic grandeur has come to an end in the passing away of GunturuSeshendraSarma, one of the foremost poets and critics in Telugu literature. His mastery over western literature and Indian AlankaraSastra' gave his works a stunning imagery, unparalleled in modern Indian works. One of the ironies in literature is that he came to be known more as a critic than a poet. The Central SahityaAkademi award was conferred on him for his work KaalaRekha' and not for his poetic excellence. The genius in him made him explore Kundalini Yoga' in his treatise on Ramayana in Shodasi' convincingly. His intellectual quest further made him probe NaishadhaKaavya' in the backdrop of LalitaSahasraNaamavali', SoundaryaLahari' and Kama Kala Vilasam' in SwarnaHamsa', Seshendra saw the entire universe as a storehouse of images and signs to which imagination was to make value-addition. Like Stephene Mallarme who was considered a prophet of symbolism in French literature, SeshendraSarma too believed that art alone would survive in the universe along with poetry. He believed that the main vocation of human beings was to be artists and poets. His Kavisena Manifesto' gave a new direction to modern criticism making it a landmark work in poetics. Telugus would rue the intellectual impoverishment they suffered in maintaining a distance' from him. Seshendra could have given us more, but we did not deserve it! The denial of the Jnanpeeth Award to him proves it
The Hindu
India's National Newspaper
Friday, Jun 01, 2007
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 !
The Brothertons were a farm family who lived in a cabin on this site next to the La Fayette Road in 1863. They had warning the battle was coming, so most of the family--those who weren't fighting alongside the Confederates, at least--joined other area residents and took refuge in a ravine about a mile from this site.
This was probably a good idea, as one of the battle's most decisive events took place practically in their front yard. The Chickamauga battlefield is neatly bisected by the north-south running La Fayette Road. The armies had fought hard to the east of this road all through the day on September 19. That night, they lined up along it, with Confederate troops under Braxton Bragg to the east and Union troops commanded by William Rosencrans to the west. About halfway through the morning of the battle's second day, though, a typical communication snafu convinced Rosencrans he'd left a gap someplace he hadn't, and in the shuffling to close this nonexistent gap, he opened up a real one right here at the Brotherton Cabin. This coincidentally happened to be the very spot where 11,000 Confederate reinforcements fresh off the war's Eastern Theater and led by none other than Lt. General James Longstreet reached the battlefield.
This view is looking south toward the cabin, with the road just out of view to the left. Union troops were gathered in numbers too small to matter along the tree line just visible to the right of the image. Longstreet's Confederates swept across the road from the left and poured over the field, wrecking the cabin and forcing a third of the Union troops--including Rosencrans himself--to retreat from the battlefield.
Fujiya is a chain of stores in Japan selling cakes and sweets and pastries. We pass this one in Kitahiroshima on the way to and from Eniwa (whenever we go there). I was surprised to see so many cakes and pastries for sale, since pastries and almost all other baked goods are nonexistent right now in Hokkaido due to the blackout following Thursday morning's earthquake. Somehow, Fujiya either had a huge amount of cake and bread and pastries stocked or they have a remarkably good distribution system. Or what I saw were wax display cakes not intended to be eaten...
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
Rainbow
University of Sunderland
Out of all the sights we were scheduled to see, I was most looking forward to the Cliffs of Moher in Ireland. After taking a bus, train, plane, and another 5 hour bus ride, we finally arrived at the cliffs. Unfortunately, immediately upon arrival it started pouring and visibility was almost nonexistent. I was devastated because we had to get back on the bus fairly quickly to return back home. Luckily, after only 5 minutes, the sun came out and with it emerged two full rainbows. It was a defining moment because I realized that sometimes you have to endure in order to experience beauty.
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.
"Tangerine" is the name given to P-38L Lightning 44-27083, an aircraft assigned to probably the 475th Fighter Group at Hollandia, New Guinea. ("Tangerine's" tail markings are fairly anonymous.) The nose art depicts the famous Brazilian singer and actress Carmen Miranda, famous for wearing colorful outfits and headdresses, which often had fruit stuck in them--hence the name. Behind the name and nose art are five kills, and the name "Lt. E.C. Ethell"--Ervin C. Ethell, who flew P-38s during World War II. His son, Jeff Ethell, was a famous aviation writer and warbird pilot, who sadly was killed flying a P-38 near "Tangerine's" former base at Tillamook, Oregon.
After eating one of these without the bubblegum cream, the flavors were kinda weak. Strong presence of cream cheese, a hint of cherry and the pistachio flavor is almost nonexistent except for the texture.
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When the highway system was first being built, advertisers looked for places to show advertisements. Barns were a great place as they had very large sides and roofs and could be seen from a distance. Some farmers were able to finance the building of a barn by the advertising on the barn. This advertisement is for a now-nonexistent dry goods store in Valentine, Nebraska.
Day 2 was actually a rather busy day and I only got through most of the overskirt only.
I will be needing lace to cover the edges of the fabric, which I thought I would buy after I figured out how much exactly I would need. Dress has been adjusted to almost knee length, top being at natural waistline.
Overskirt`s general concept is to be a wrap-skirt, easy to remove by front/side closure.
I am currently figuring out how to do the balloon skirt which I plan to do tomorrow. (underskirt is nonexistent in this photo: it is just fabric wrapped around the torso)
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 !
FOCUS ON SOCIAL EVILS
Gunturu Seshendra Sarma, an acclaimed, poet, literary critic and winner of the Sahitya Academy Award speaks about the essence of his works.
Beginning with Sohrab, the translation of Mathew Arnold's poem in 1951. Gunturu Seshendra Sarma, an acclaimed poet, literary critic and scholar, has authored about 40 works of poetry and literary criticism in his four-decade-long literary career.
Though hailed as a poet who set new trends and played a prominent role in the development and evolution of Modern Telugu literature, awards began coming his way only form 1993.
Born on October 20, 1927 in Nellore district, the poet, by his outstanding contribution, has been selected for the Sahitya Akademi Award for 1994 for 'Kaala Rekha,' his work on modern literary criticism in Telugu, published by the Telugu Akademi. After receiving his formal education in prose, theatrics and Sanskrit under Sri Nethi Krishna Sastry in his native village, he mastered the Vedas, Upanishads, ancient history and tantrik sastra. Seshendra Sarma's interest also spans history, nuclear science, ancient and modern tatvik principles and music. He learnt theatrics and drama under the famous Telugu character-actor Mukkamala.
The science graduate from Andhra Christian College, Guntur, took the law degree from the Madras Law College and served the Andhra Pradesh Government in the Municipal Corporation of Hyderabad till it found his revolutionary writings unpalatable and retired him compulsorily in 1975 at the age of 47. However, four days later he was invited to a Kavi Sammelan organised by the then Government where he recited a poem that was critical of the Government and drew loud cheers from the audience.
He says that his poems were based on real life as he was anguished by the poverty and helplessness of the slum dwellers who lived amid squalor, which he saw on his visits as part of his job in the Corporation.
Reviewing Seshendra Sarma's writings while conferring on him the honorary D. Litt in October 1994, the Telugu University's citation observed 'Seshendra Sarma' Mahakavi' who gave Telugu poetry a new direction". He also received the Kaviratna Neela Jangaiah Sahithi Award in February 1994. From as early as 1974, the prolific writer, has nearly 40 works to his credit and has become widely known in literary circles.
It took 43 long years of writing for Seshendra Sarmas to get Sahitya Akademi accolade for his "Kaala Rekha," a compilation of papers presented by him at seminars in the country and abraod. Ironically, the Sahitya Akademi thought it fit to give its award to Seshendra Sarma long after it honoured his translator for 'Meri Dharti, Mere Log', the Urdu translation of "Naa Desham, Naa Prajalu". The Hindi translation of the same book got the Hindi Prathishtan award of Andhra Pradesh Government to Om Prakash agarwal in 1981.
Three decades ago, he authored Shodasi, a research work on Valmiki's Ramayana, Swarnahamsa, a research work on Harsha Bhatta's Sanskrit classic, Naishadhiya Charitham and Sahitya Koumudi, a criticism on Andhra literature, Seshendra Sarma brought a storm of change in Telugu literature with his forceful poetry and works like "Mande Suryudu" (The Burning Sun 1974), "Raktha Rekha (Arc of Blood - Poet's Notebook), "Naa Desham" Naa Prajalu" (My Country, My People Modern epic poetry 1975), "Neerai Paari Poyindi" (Turned Into Water and Flowed Away 1976 poetry), Gorilla (poetry 1977), "Kavi Sena Manifesto"(Adhunik Kaavya Sahstra Poetics 1977), "Samudram naa Peru" (Sea is my Name 1978 poetry), 'Premalekhalu'.
Some of the well known critics have compared his poem "My country, My People", with T.S. Eliot's Waste Land and L'Ascension" John Perse. Personally I would compare the pain and anguish of the poet with the one of Loutremont (the founder of surrealism) in his lyric 'MaldAurore'. The difference is that Seshendra Sarma's protest is not made in the void. At times we observe in his poem a biblical and prophetic tone", the Greek poet observed. Vrittakos wrote the preface for the Greek translation of Seshendra Sarma's book, 'Naa Desham, Naa Prajalu,', which has a Telugu poem printed on the cover.
Seshendra Sarma is the founder of Kavi Sena, an intellectual movement in 1974-75 with a view to reshape new minds and teach the younger generation how to invest the magnetic power of poetry and turn literature into a weapon for the cause of change and progress. He has written the celebrated work kavi Sena Manifesto (Aadhunik Kaavya Shastra) combining the literary problems with outstanding political issues. Its main theme is a comparative analysis of the four systems of thought of literature namely the ancient Indian and ancient GrecoRoman and marxist poetics and modern Western literary criticism. Referring to the manifesto, Dr Subba Rao, a reader of Sri Krishna Devaraya University at Anantapur said 'its sweep of comparative analysis linking the East and West, tradition and modernity, all these attest to the unquestionable integrity and seriousness of the poet's role you have kept in mind'.
The stir that "Munday Suryudu", (collection of poems 1974) and "Raktha Rekha" (poet's Notebook 1974) created in Telugu literature in the 1970s is historic constitution a turning point in poetry and criticism. Raktha Rekha unfolded new horizons of thinking and revealed the poet as the most outstanding mind. With this book, Seshendra Sarma breathed a new vision of modernity to poetry and criticism.
Writing the preface for the Urdu translation of Naa Desham, Naa Prajalu, 'Meri Dharti, Mere Log', the renowned Urdu poet Ali Sardar Jafri said "the book is a wealth of poetic heights gathered together in the enormity of epic style and a modern form of epic. The seeds of the epic are in the womb of Yajurveda which are, in fact the seeds of Indian consciousness".
Seshendra Sarma's fame soon spread to other nations and at the invitation of the Indological Research University at Gottingen in Germany, he presented an essay on the 'commonalities in Kalidasa's meghdoot and Valmiki's Ramayanam' in 1970. In 1987, he spoke extensively on 'Ancient Greek theatrics and Indian Sanskrit drama' at Delphi in Greece at the European Cultural Centre. He presented a research paper titled 'Two Sages and a Poet' on the relationship between the poetry of the two sages, Valmiki and Vyasa and the poet kalidasa.
At the All-India Rajabhasha Sammelan held at Calcutta in 1994, organised by the Official Languages Committee under the Union Home Ministry, the West Bengal Governor, Mr. K.V. Raghunath Reddy, conferred on him the title of 'Rashtrendu' on the lines of Bharatendu Harischandra.
The Hindu,
Friday, January 6, 1995
Hyderabad
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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-
•* * * * *
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 : 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.
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
"Nothing is original. Steal from anywhere that resonates with inspiration or fuels your imagination. Devour old films, new films, music, books, paintings, photographs, poems, dreams, random conversations, architecture, bridges, street signs, trees, clouds, bodies of water, light and shadows. Select only things to steal from that speak directly to your soul. If you do this, your work (and theft) will be authentic. Authenticity is invaluable; originality is nonexistent. And don’t bother concealing your thievery – celebrate it if you feel like it."
— Jim Jarmusch
Description: 3D red cyan anaglyph from NARA 111-B-5544 (526539) - the file is NARA's standard medium-res file, but posted in tif format on Wikimedia Commons. Both sides of the stereograph have been restored, upscaled, and slightly sharpened.
Link to file at Wikimedia Commons: commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Government_corral_-_NARA_...
NARA Title: Government corral
Date: Circa 1863-1865
Notes: A stereoscopic view of the Union cavalry depot at Giesboro Point in Maryland, situated on the Potomac River, adjacent to the Nation's Capital. Tens of thousands of horses were issued from here between 1863 and 1865, and thousands of sick and broken down horses were returned here to recuperate, over 25,000 subsequently dying. In fact, there appears to be a dead horse in this photo, lying just over the fence at center.
And it wasn't just horses that died here, many of the civilian workers, who seemed to be mostly African-American "Contrabands" (freed slaves) fell victim to the foul smells and polluted working conditions at the Giesboro depot. During one period in 1863, five to ten workers were dying each day.
The original NARA file is likely the only stereograph of Giesboro posted online, and unfortunately, the 3D is not the best, and NARA's 300 dpi scan is awful - zoom-in and fine detail is nonexistent. It's really a shame, as I'm sure the glass negative has plenty of additional detail. One thing that can be seen, and it's rare in Civil War photos - real clouds seem to have been captured. I've tried to preserve these instead of wiping the sky clean, often the only practical solution when restoring these old stereographs.
Below are several excerpts to provide additional background information on Giesboro; the first is general info on the size and scope of the depot, the second describes the mysterious disease that affected many of the workers; and lastly an article about the "Great Stampede," in which over five thousand horses engineered their escape into the District and surrounding countryside, one night in December 1863.
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Report of the Secretary of War.
Published 1866
CAVALRY BUREAU
"A report from General Ekin of the operations of the quartermaster's department in connection with the cavalry bureau, and especially of the construction and operations of the principal cavalry depot at Giesboro', is submitted herewith. It gives a history of probably the largest depot ever organized for the supply of animals to an army.
To systematize and regulate the purchase and supply of horses to the cavalry, then actively engaged in the field in operations attended with great destruction of horses, a cavalry bureau was organized under General Orders No. 236, War Department, Adjutant General's Office, July 28, 1863.
The principal depot for the supply of horses for the armies in the Atlantic States was established at Giesboro', on the eastern branch of the Potomac, opposite the Capitol. Other depots were established at St. Louis, Missouri; Greenville, Louisiana; Nashville, Tennessee; Harrisburg, Pennsylvania, and Wilmington, Delaware.
The principal depot was at Giesboro', occupying a farm of about 625 acres.
Within three months after commencing operations in the summer of 1863, provisions were made for the care of 15,000 animals, and within six months the depot had capacity for 30,000. The largest number present at any one time was about 21,000. Stables, stock-yards, corrals, forage-houses, workshops, storehouses, mess-houses, and quarters for the operatives and officers were constructed. A large steam mill for grinding grain and cutting hay and straw and steaming feed was erected. Wharves with berths for three large steamships, water-works with reservoir, 27,000 feet of mains and steam pumps for raising the water, and all the other conveniences for the safe-keeping, handling, and feeding of 21,000 animals, were constructed. The estimated cost of the buildings and other constructions is $1,225,000. There were in all received, issued, died, or sold at this depot to the 30th of June, 1866, 208,659 horses, of which 196,036 were cavalry horses. 25,958 horses died at the depot, most of which had been returned from the armies in the field broken down and disabled. 50,372 horses were sold from this depot to the 30th of June, 1866, at which time 32 horses remained on hand.
The depot has been since entirely broken up, the property sold, and the site returned to the owners from whom it had been rented."
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Medical and Surgical Reporter, Volume 10, Published 1863
"THE EPIDEMIC AT GIESBORO', NEAR WASHINGTON
Last week we referred to a disease that had broken out among the contraband laborers at the Government corral at Giesboro,' near Washington. According to recent reports the disease is becoming more and more virulent, and the deaths number five to ten daily. It is not improbable that, as we suggested last week, the disease is dependent upon the impure exhalations and urinous odor that abound where so many horses are kept, especially as no effective disinfectant is employed to neutralize the foul emanations.
The first symptoms of the disease are said to be a slight chill, accompanied by a painful or distressing local sensation either in the hand, arm, foot, knee or back. A stupor follows the chill, after which the disease assumes its most virulent stage. Severe pain is felt in the head and breast; great prostration of the muscular strength attends almost invariably; petechiæ, or spotted eruption of the skin, follows, and the tongue becomes black. The last symptom of the disease is that of vomiting - a most disgusting substance, resembling feces, being thrown from the stomach. In from six to twelve hours after being attacked, the disease generally leaves the patient a corpse.
Many of these symptoms are very similar to those of the disease which a few months ago prevailed in the vicinity of Philadelphia, and in other parts of the country, under the names of "Spotted Fever," and "Scarlatina Maligna." A disease which was very likely of the same general character as this, also prevailed among the negro population of this city in 1819-1821 under the name of "The Negro Fever."
As to the treatment of the disease, the indications would seem to point unmistakably to prompt and decisive stimulation. Preventive measures should not, however, be overlooked. It is represented that bad diet, irregular labor, and low, marshy ground, are the incipient cause of the epidemic at Giesboro'; and until these causes of sickness are removed, or rendered inoperative, we cannot expect a more favorable report from that locality. The use of efficient disinfectants would undoubtedly aid in removing the causes of the disorder...."
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The Weekly Pioneer and Democrat
Saint Paul Minn. Territory
January 1, 1864
GREAT STAMPEDE OF GOVERNMENT HORSES NEAR WASHINGTON.
From the Washington Star, Dec. 12.
“The stampede of the horses in the stockyard at Camp Stoneman (Giesboro Point) night before last, is described as a very exciting affair. It appears that the horses were not fresh ones, but had been worn down at the front and recruited and were sent to this camp preparatory to again being sent to the front, and that among them a large number had been placed in the enclosure on that evening. The enclosure was a rail fence about five feet high, and was regarded as a strong one; but the horses, when they got to frolicking and crowded against it with such force as to throw it down. At the time—near eleven o’clock—the watchmen were on duty, but the horses breaking down the enclosure in two places and were bursting forth in such immense force, they found it impossible to stop them. Indeed, the stampede was made in such a mass and with such violence that it was a foolhardy experiment for any number of men less than an army to attempt to stop the frightened animals, and away they went in two masses, numbering over five thousand altogether—one taking the road towards the city, and the other down the country.
The people living along the road as well as the cavalry patrol hearing the racket, were apprised of the affair some minutes before they saw the approaching host of horses, and attempted at first to check them, but ineffectually, and away they went, some as they became exhausted, taking to the fields and woods. Great consternation was occasioned, especially along the Marlboro road, and we hear that some persons who came out in the road narrowly escaped with their lives. Three young men who were on the way to the city, and met the drove, one man, wiser than his comrades, rode into a fence corner, leaving the others to continue their way, when on came the drove, making tremendous dust, and the tramp of their feet sounding similar to thunder.
The travelers were instantly engulphed, but manfully kept their horses headed towards Washington until they had plunged three or four files deep in the rear of the advancing column of horse flesh, when finding that it was impossible to go further, and that their lives were in danger, they with difficulty turned their horse’s heads, and putting spurs to them, they were soon in the front rank, the others closely pressing upon them for some miles, when they managed to escape by a by-road.
Some of the pickets on the roads in Prince George’s, it is said, hearing the sound, thought that it was an advance of the rebels, and fired their pieces and ran to the forts for refuge.
The most exciting scene, however, was at the Navy Yard bridge, where the guards attempted to stop them, and in a short time they had the bridge blocked up, when those behind crowding on and not getting through, divided and jumped into the branch [Anacostia River], where a number were drowned, others swimming the branch in safety. A large number attempted to swim the branch above the bridge, and some were also drowned here. A number of citizens were soon out, and the boys went in and extricated many of the terror-stricken animals.
There are still about six hundred of the horses missing, over eleven hundred having been picked up in the city yesterday, a large number at Bladensburg, and a still larger number at Marlboro’ and Port Tabaco, which it is thought will be sent to the depot to-day. Lieut. Ball, who has charge of the depot, believes that the loss will be less than one hundred horses, when the scattered ones are all collected, but others are of the opinion that the loss will prove to be nearer one thousand.”
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The Library of Congress has a couple nice prints of Giesboro, by Andrew Russell, at these links:
(1) tile.loc.gov/storage-services/service/pnp/ppmsca/08200/08...
(2) tile.loc.gov/storage-services/service/pnp/ppmsca/08200/08...
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Red/Cyan (not red/blue) glasses of the proper density must be used to view 3D effect without ghosting. Anaglyph prepared using red cyan glasses from The Center For Civil War Photography / American Battlefield Trust. CCWP Link: www.civilwarphotography.org/
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
first photo en france avec rtw a trocadero! who says it rains in paris in april? sunny and blue skies all day...
trocadero -> l'arc de triomphe -> oh champs-elysees... jour et nuit, sous la [nonexistent] pluie a midi et a minuit.... -> dejeuner a rubis (1arr) -> shopping -> notre dame -> cafe -> seine booksellers -> les pyramides -> granterroirs (8arr) -> hediard "a emporter" -> visit by c&lp chez nous
Subway patrons were forced to stand curbside at Lankershim and wait for nonexistent buses Wednesday evening when a power outage shut down the Red Line at North Hollywood. The MTA's charm offensive knows no bounds.
An empty phone booth with its pay-phone removed. I placed my iPhone in the scene to rub salt on the wound. When cell phones were not around, people made calls from phone booths. One sat on that EMPTY SEAT and spoke through the nonexistent mouthpiece.
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
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.
Maine state capitol in Augusta. The only other time I've seen this building was way back in late summer 1996. The dome was green then. Coppery green, like the Statue of Liberty (as is given away in the collage picture of the capitol made of business cards posted here). It was recently repainted black, within the last few years.
It's a fairly straightforward and understated capitol which makes it enjoyable. The city of Augusta...an unusual place. A town of 20,000, there aren't many amenities here, and public transportation is nonexistent. I was incredibly lucky to get uber drivers, according to the one who drove me back to the bus station. Overall, Maine isn't a place to be if you aren't driving yourself around.
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 !
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
This is Olivia. She is an FBL custom Blythe with a black and deepest purple mohair root on a PVC CoolCat scalp. Her hair is actually to her wrists, but very humid here and it is going wild curly. She has 4 sets of handpainted eye chips and a purple and black silk gown. Her eyelids are deep purple and black, though they photograph black, at least in this light. Light is nonexistent today at our house, so will try to photograph better tomorrow. Light so low, focus is barely there.
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.
This is Olivia. She is an FBL custom Blythe with a black and deepest purple mohair root on a PVC CoolCat scalp. Her hair is actually to her wrists, but very humid here and it is going wild curly. She has 4 sets of handpainted eye chips and a purple and black silk gown. Her eyelids are deep purple and black, though they photograph black, at least in this light. Light is nonexistent today at our house, so will try to photograph better tomorrow. Light so low, focus is barely there.
The thinking behind the two media for the game was that if a user didn't have a computer that had & supported USB ports, they've probably got a floppy drive, and Linux runs on anything, and it's not hard to port a text game using stdio to Linux (unless you've hardcoded 100 system calls to a nonexistent "pause", which were left in for an exciting challenge to the user).
Meredosia opening up for Bad Catman, Bookmobile, 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 =)
Submitted as a challenge to the Flickr group A Certain Slant of Light for July 31: Distance
This is the second time I "found" these lakes, which are actually called by that name. They are part of the Glacier Peak Wilderness in the Cascade Mountains of Washington. When I was a kid, our family organized a backpacking trip to these lakes ... but never reached them.
The trail was brutal: seemingly vertical in places, the trail faint to nonexistent, strewn with fallen logs, and muddy from the incessant rain. We never reached the lakes, but we did climb a ridge where we could look down on them. In the end, we found a beautiful, boulder-strewn meadow with a freshwater spring and camped there. But part of me always wanted to go back to the lakes!
So I was delighted when I looked out the window of my Salt Lake City - Vancouver flight and recognized some familiar features in the landscape! A lot of memories (mostly pleasant!) came flooding back....
[There are about 28,000 feet between me and my subject in this photo.]
Bad Catman supporting Meredosia, Bookmobile, 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 =)
© 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
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 !
- Day 236 of 365 -
«I've received this mini-book by William Ashbless... I've started reading it and it's quite hard to understand. I think I'll have to pay more attention and start again.
I love these funny works by the nonexistent XIX Century Poet created by Tim Powers and James Blaylock.»
Several of our female cats do this (not sure if that's coincidence or not), they carry toys in their mouths and make weird noises. Mabel does this a lot, she will play with her toys and then carry them around, yowling. Is she calling her nonexistent kittens to eat her 'prey'? Or is she announcing her kill to the household?
The tracks made by two rocks as they made a sharp turn.
Again from the Visitor Center: "Racetrack Playa: The trails of wandering rocks -- In a remote valley, heavy boulders scoot across a dry lakebed when no one is looking. We think we know how it happens: in winter, rain on the clay surface of the playa freezes into rafts of ice around the rocks. When a powerful wind hits, the rocks sail across the rain-slickened clay. NASA scientists and university researchers are studying these roving rocks, but as yet no one has actually seen them move.
CAUTION: The Racetrack is at the end of a 26-mile rough dirt road. Multiple flat tires are common and cell phone service is nonexistent. Ask about current conditions before attempting the trip."
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Air plants, or Tillandsia, are a fascinating genus of evergreen, perennial flowering plants belonging to the bromeliad family, which also includes the pineapple 🍍. They are native to diverse environments across the Americas, ranging from tropical rainforests and mountain ranges to deserts. Unlike most plants, air plants are epiphytes (or lithophytes), meaning they don't require soil to grow. Instead, they use their short, wiry roots solely to anchor themselves to other plants, rocks, or other surfaces. This unique adaptation allows them to survive and thrive in places where soil is scarce or nonexistent.
The defining feature of air plants is their remarkable ability to absorb water and nutrients directly from the atmosphere. Their leaves are covered in specialized, microscopic scales called trichomes, which look like fuzzy hairs and give many species a silvery or grayish appearance. These trichomes are highly efficient at trapping moisture from rainfall, fog, or even high humidity in the air. This characteristic is why air plants must have excellent air circulation; after watering, they must dry out quickly to prevent rot. Furthermore, air plants have an efficient form of photosynthesis called CAM photosynthesis, which allows them to close their stomata during the day to conserve water and open them at night to "breathe" in carbon dioxide.
Caring for air plants is relatively simple, as they are very low-maintenance. The key requirements are bright, indirect sunlight, good air circulation, and consistent moisture. Watering is typically done by soaking the plant in a bowl of water for 20-40 minutes once a week or by thoroughly misting them a few times a week, depending on the environment. Air plants are also popular for their decorative versatility. Because they don't need soil, they can be displayed in creative ways, such as in glass terrariums, on seashells, or mounted on driftwood. Air plants generally bloom only once in their lifetime, producing a colorful, often vibrant flower stalk before they begin to produce new "pups" or offsets, which can be separated to grow into new plants.
She'll always live on, in my heart, and memories!!! One of the fragile, meek, loving
inhabitants of this earth that was ground-up, spit out and disregarded-like so many, who can't defend themselves from the neglect, & the busy rat race that leaves the real, loving virtues we need behind,--while chasing the nonexistent prize...
North Providence
The colonial-built Joseph Smith (or Smith-Gushing) House stands as the only surviving "stone-ender" in North Providence, which refers to the massive stone chimneystack at one end of the house that primarily makes up the entire wall. Joseph was the grandson of John Smith, who was selected in 1649 to serve as President of the Colony of Rhode Island and Providence Plantations.
Although the Smith home was built in 1705, the stone base of the chimney stack is much older, believed to have survived King Philip's War (1675-1676). The stone-ender style has ties to medieval home building common in southern Britain, noted for its huge chimney walls, timber framing, and plank-walled structures. Settlers to the U.S. brought this style with them to such places as Rhode Island. Joseph Smith re-used the surviving stone when he had the house built in the early part of the 18th century. The stone-ender was part of Smith's 190-acre farm.
The house also serves as reminder of the legacy left by the Smith family, beginning with John Smith, Joseph's grandfather (died 1663). In 1649, John was selected to serve as Rhode Island's president, a job he took again in 1652. Most notably, John oversaw the passing of legislation in 1652 that abolished slavery.
In 1762, the Smiths left the house, which allowed Judge Daniel Jenckes, Chief Justice of Providence, to purchase the farm at a public auction and subsequently give it to his son John, whose wealth afforded him the opportunity to double the size of the house and redecorate its interior.
The house has passed through numerous hands over the years, and the farm has slowly been sold in pieces; thus the farm has dwindled and is now ostensibly nonexistent.