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We were all geared-up (physically and mentally) to take on a scramble we have been wanting to do for years, Mt. Andromache. However, we don't know this area as well as needed to, and started out the day by going up the wrong route... What a bummer! But on the wrong trail we still saw some interesting things. We did finally find the right trailhead and went parkways up the trail, and did some nice scrambling. Now we know exactly where to go for next time!
I was physically unable to NOT give her her wings. It feels so god to see her with her very own fullset outfit *_* And it suits her soooo well…
do u feel alone? Not physically alone,but mentally alone.do u feel helpless,hopeless,useless?do u feel like a piece of shit with an empty future?do u feel distant and disconnected from the rest of the world?do u wanna get away from everyone and everything?do u lack the motivation to do anything?do u wanna to sleep ur days away cuz youre so fucking tired? Do you feel depressed? Haha* FUCK LIFE
We take so many photographs, especially in today's world, but nothing can compare to physically being in a place again. When you revisit a location that once held great significance in your life, you feel it in every fiber of your being. It’s as if you are reliving that moment, with your loved ones by your side, and you feel young again. Some say you cannot go home again. Perhaps it’s the sentimental part of me, but physically being there is the only way we can time travel in this modern age—something that even a photograph can’t replicate.
I always observed my grandma and mom having strong feelings for people and places, but I was too young to understand them truly. Now, I find myself experiencing those same feelings. Do you know that intense feeling of missing someone in a particular moment, wishing you could turn your head and see them right next to you? Then, when you do, you smile because you’re so happy. Not just this place… but in general… doesn't mean they are gone, but that moment where they are next to you, there is gone.. And you would give your all in the world to relive that moment again! That’s love.
🏧AT THE ENTRANCE TO THE DUNGEON🏧:
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🙋Snow Elf: - Oh look what a strange statue, there is a magical seal on the door and my magic can't interact with it...
🗿Sphinx Statue: - Greetings, to open the path further you must answer my question.
🎵Bard Elf: - I see, it's a classic. To proceed further, you must play this word game.
👽Orc Woman: - Why we need play any games with this statue? Let's just physically break down this door *GRRRR!
🙋Snow Elf: - If this door was that easy to break down, it would have been taken out a long time ago. No, it's very strong and well protected, Bard is right, we need to solve the riddle.
🎵Bard Elf: - And who will solve it in our group?
👽Orc Woman: - I have an intelligence of 6, I won't be able to help solve the puzzles....
🙋Snow Elf: - I have high intelligence, but poor erudition.... Bard, you seem to be the only one who can solve this one.
🎵Bard Elf: Here we go again. Okay, sphinx, give me your riddle.
🗿Sphinx Statue: - Tell me, who walks on four legs in the morning, on two legs in the afternoon, and on three legs in the evening? None of all the creatures living on earth changes like him. When he walks on four legs, he has less strength and moves more slowly than at other times.
🎵Bard Elf: It's complicated. Wouldn't it really be better to just kick the door down?
👽Orc woman: - AGGRRRRRR! *Runs up and hits the door with her weapon, the door's protective field ricochets and throws her back.
🙋Snow Elf: - Well, I told you it was protected, wait Orc don't get up, I'll fly you... while you Bard solve the riddle.
🎵Bard Elf: Four in the morning, two in the afternoon... it's talking about the time of life. hmm. an infant walks on four in early life, a human walks on two in adulthood, but on three..... who walks on three.... *looks at the Snow Elf leaning on a staff leaning over the Orc's wounds*...hmmm can a stick or staff be considered a third leg? If so: then it could be the 3rd leg for the old man.....
Oh well.... my answer.... *sighs heavily*.... It's a HUMAN. As an infant he crawls, in his prime he walks on two legs, and in his old age he leans on a cane.
🗿Sphinx statue: - Correct answer, the dungeon of the cursed bones is open.
✅*There was a loud click, and then the doors began to open with a loud creak.✅
🙋Snow Elf: - Bard, you are incredible! All right! Let's go!)
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🔮ELF MAG STYLE🔮:
HEAD:
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❗Dress: UNA. Libra ( Size for: Legacy, Reborn, LaraX, PetiteX, Legacy Perky) Shown on Legacy in short version. www.flickr.com/photos/unadaxterfantasyurban/53581122049/i...
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Tights BOM: -Eon- White tights 100% (i tint them in brown color)
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BOM Gloves: Blackburns White (i tint them in brown color)
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Simply Shelby Mage Staff
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❗Paltock & Codpiece/Tights BOM Green: Grasshopper St Velvet (Size for: Legacy F/M, Maitreya, Belleza Jake, Belleza Gen.X, Anatomy, CZ Slim, Signature Gianni, Reborn) Shown on Legacy M www.flickr.com/photos/grasshopper-st/53375909686/in/datep...
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Stuff, I guess - Halberd
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Is God There?
Reflections on Exodus
At times in my life, I see evidence of God’s presence beyond any doubt. Passages of Scripture light up with meaning, and prayer flows easily. Worship brings me joy as I reflect on how palpably God keeps his hand over my circumstances. Walking with God seems tangible during these times, as if he is physically beside me, and my love overflows in easy obedience. But then there are times that it seems God has gone on vacation. The same passages of the Bible seem devoid of life; I trudge through prayer and push myself to worship. Why does God sometimes feel so distant?
When we look at the life of Israel, we find the same apparent ebb and flow of God’s presence that we feel in our own lives. The opening chapter of Exodus depicts God’s fulfillment of his promise to Abraham for numerous descendants—a nation grown large enough to incite Pharaoh to enslave them out of fear and vengeance (1:8–14). Distanced from the land and favor God had promised them, the Israelites must have struggled to understand their God. Why would he increase their numbers only to allow Pharaoh to drown their newborn boys in the Nile (1:22)? When would God deliver them?
Generations pass before God spares Moses and raises him up in Pharaoh’s own house. When Moses flees Egypt and wanders the plains of Midian, God reveals himself through a burning bush. He acts on behalf of Israel, manifesting his presence through miracles, plagues on Egypt, and the parting of the Red Sea. God leads Israel through the wilderness, as a pillar of cloud by day and a cloud of fire by night. His voice thunders from a mountain, his holiness overcoming the Israelites until they fear for their lives. Wanting to remain among his people, God commands them to construct a tabernacle, which serves as his dwelling place until the temple in Jerusalem is completed hundreds of years later. His presence among the Israelites is overwhelming.
Yet even with so many memories of his glory, the Israelites forget God’s nearness and care for them. With the Egyptians advancing on them before the Red Sea, they complain that Moses brought them out of Egypt only to die in the wilderness (14:11–12). After a three days’ walk, they find no water, their food stores run out, and they despair (15:22; 16:3). And while Moses spends 40 days and nights atop Mount Sinai, receiving instructions from Yahweh, the Israelites even build and worship a golden calf, attributing their deliverance from Egypt to a false god (32:1–6). At the first sign of hardship or confusion, the Israelites assume God has left them.
Although the Israelites doubt God’s presence throughout the book of Exodus, his protection and provision for them is obvious to us, since we have the whole story: God was near Israel at all times. His presence and care were constant, though the evidence seemed sparse from the perspective of the Israelites. Even when their babies were in danger, the writer of Exodus tells us that God honored the obedience of the Hebrew midwives who allowed the babies to live (1:20). He heard the people groaning under slavery, remembered his covenant, and took notice of Israel during their hardest years (2:23–25).
What about us? What truths do we hold to when God seems distant and far off? We know that God’s presence among humanity reached its fullest expression with the advent of Jesus. John’s Gospel states, “The Word became flesh and dwelt among us” (John 1:14). In Greek, the word for “dwelt” literally means “pitched his tent.” In Jesus, God came near—not just in a tent like he did in the tabernacle, but now in flesh. And today, rather than looking for God in pillars of cloud and fire, the Hly Spirit dwells in Christians who carry God’s presence with them. Although he often goes unperceived, that won’t always be the case. In John’s vision of the new heaven and new earth, he describes everything made new, and a loud voice from the throne proclaims, “He will dwell with them, and they will be his people, and God himself will be with them” (Rev 21:3, emphasis mine).
AUBRY SMITH
ORIGINALLY PUBLISHED IN BIBLE STUDY MAGAZINE NOV–DEC ‘14
BIBLICAL REFERENCES FROM ESV
Aubry Smith, “Is God There?,” in Moment with God: A Devotional on Every Biblical Book (ed. John D. Barry and Rebecca Van Noord; Bellingham, WA: Lexham Press, 2014).
Heartsick. Heartsore. It’s not easy to remember what those words really mean when you are happy. It’s hard to remember the physically painful emotional state of grief – difficult to feel again what it is to be full of sorrow and painfully despondent, drained of hope and overwhelmed by loss of love. And suddenly these words are hanging like a burning tyre around my neck.
The end of love trails with it crushing disappointment, sudden surprise that so many doors will forever remain unopened. Dragging depression around like a suit of armour, I look out of the slit in the helm to see what? – so little that seems worth doing without her, or the prospect of discussing it with her afterwards.
Even the things that I had planned to do alone suddenly lose their savour and their point without her as the steady, dependable presence in my life. Nothing to live for, nothing to prove.
Yes, it will pass. All this will pass.
Until it does, it’s a monster gnawing inside my chest, eating out a gaping hole where my heart was, a physical nauseating pain.
Talking to a friend might ease the pain for a moment, and that moment won would be one moment closer to the day when the pain is no longer a constant reminder of what plans will never come to fruition, what happy memories are no longer part of a lost contentment with each other’s company. But I have no friends here to whom I can turn.
Loneliness. It’s a shameful state. Nobody wants you to admit to that tsunami of sadness that floods over you when you’re abandoned. Abandonment is for the worthless, loneliness is for losers; forsaken by your lover, you must put on a brave face, and not thrash about as you drown.
It will pass. All this will pass.
Then too you cannot spend an hour alone;
No company's more hateful than your own;
You dodge and give yourself the slip; you seek
In bed or in your cups from care to sneak:
In vain: the black dog follows you, and hangs
Close on your flying skirts with hungry fangs.
- Horace Satire VIII. Jamdudum ausculto.
Actually, I never physically read a book, I am usually too busy to sit and read, so listen to books on Audible, whilst I am doing something else - cooking, cleaning, drawing, painting, or going to sleep!
Mist is a phenomenon caused by small droplets of water suspended in air. Physically, it is an example of a dispersion. It is most commonly seen where warm moist air meets sudden cooling, such as exhaled air in winter, or when throwing water onto a hot stove of a sauna. It can be created artificially with with aerosol canisters if humidity and temperature conditions are right. As seen here it can also occur as part natural weather, when humid air cools rapidly, for example when the air comes into contact with surfaces that are much cooler than air.
The River Ver here is 28km (17 mi) long chalk stream in Hertfordshire, England. It is tributary of the River Colne.
The source is in the grounds of Lynch Lodge, Kensworth Lynch on the west side of the A5 trunk road and stays on the west side for some half mile or so. It then crosses through a culvert into Markyate Cell, aterwards crosses under the A5 in culvert and runs through Markyate, and on through Flamstead, Redbourne, St Albans and Park Street, finally joining the River Colne at Bricket Wood.
The Ver is a chalk stream, which is partly a seasonal winterbourne north of Redbourne. However many of its natural features have been compromised as a result of being canalised during the construction of the artificial lakes at Verulamium Park in St Albans in the 1930s folling archeological excavations of Verulamium by Sir Mortimer Wheeler and his wife Tessa. During the 1960s and 1970s it sufferd serious problems as a result of water extraction upstream. Although these abated temporarily after the closure of one of the pumping stations, as of 2005 the upstream part of the river dries up completely during the summer, and the rest of the river may suffer the same fate within a few years; compare the current situation with the "great flow of water" that was reported to exist in 1885, with a depth of 12 ft (3.7 m) at Dolittle Mill on Redbourne Road. In 2004 a proposal for remedial work was being developed for St Albans lakes.
I'm over Winter both physically and mentally. Yea you might say I'm ready to Spring forward. I stopped at a gas station on my way downtown this morning and couldn't see oncoming traffic because of high snow piles at the exit.
Hadrian's Wall is a stone and turf fortification built by the Roman Empire across the width of Great Britain. It was the second of three such fortifications built across Great Britain, the first being Gask Ridge and the last the Antonine Wall. All three were built to prevent military raids by the Pictish tribes (ancient inhabitants of Scotland) to the north, to improve economic stability and provide peaceful conditions in the Roman province of Britannia to the south, and to physically mark the frontier of the Empire. Hadrian's Wall is the best known of the three because it remains the most physically preserved and evident today.
The wall was the northern border of the Empire in Britain for much of the Roman Empire's rule, and also the most heavily fortified border in the Empire. In addition to its use as a military fortification, it is thought that the gates through the wall would also have served as customs posts to allow trade taxation.
A significant portion of the wall still exists, particularly the mid-section, and for much of its length the wall can be followed on foot. It is the most popular tourist attraction in Northern England, where it is often known simply as the Roman Wall. It was made a UNESCO World Heritage Site in 1987. English Heritage, a government organization in charge of managing the historic environment of England, describes it as "the most important monument built by the Romans in Britain".[1]
Sections of Hadrian's Wall remain near Greenhead and along the route, though other large sections have been dismantled over the years to use the stones for various nearby construction projects.
Sections of Hadrian's Wall remain near Greenhead and along the route, though other large sections have been dismantled over the years to use the stones for various nearby construction projects.
The Roman name of the Wall
No stone inscription survives to confirm what the Wall was called in antiquity, and no historical source gives it a name. However, the discovery of a small enamelled bronze Roman cup in Staffordshire in 2003 has provided a clue. The cup is inscribed with a series of names of Roman forts (see also the botrom of this page) along the western sector of the Wall, together with a personal name and a phrase:
MAIS COGGABATA VXELODVNVM CAMBOGLANNA RIGORE VALI AELI DRACONIS
Here we have Bowness (MAIS, followed by what must be the correct name for Drumburgh-by-Sands (COGGABATA) until now known only as CONGAVATA from the late Roman document, the Notitia Dignitatum. Next comes Stanwix (VXELODVNVM), then Castlesteads (CAMBOGLANNA), before we get to the most tantalizing part.
RIGORE seems to be the ablative form of the Latin word rigor. This can mean several things, but one of its less well-known meanings is ‘straight line’, ‘course’ or ‘direction’. This was used by Roman surveyors and appears on a number of inscriptions to indicate a line between places. So the meaning could be ‘from the course’, or better in English 'according to the course'.
The Staffordshire Moorlands cup, which provides the ancient name of Hadrian's Wall.
The Staffordshire Moorlands cup, which provides the ancient name of Hadrian's Wall.
There is no such word as vali, but in antiquity Hadrian’s Wall was known as the Vallum, the Latin word for a frontier which is today incorrectly applied to the ditch and mounds dug by the Roman army just south of the Wall. The genitive form of Vallum is Valli, so one of the most likely meanings is VAL[L]I, ‘of the frontier’. Omitting one of a pair of double consonants is common on Roman inscriptions, and transcribing an inscription from a written note is the easiest way to miss out letters. Another similar bronze vessel, known as the Rudge Cup (found in Wiltshire in the 18th century) has VN missing from the name VXELODVNVM, for example, although the letters appear on the Staffordshire cup. The Rudge Cup only bears fort names.
The name AELI is also in the genitive. This was Hadrian's nomen, his main family name and we know that the Roman bridge at Newcastle-upon-Tyne was called Pons Aelius.
Finally we have the name DRACONIS, which can be translated as ‘[by the hand – or property] of Aelius Draco’. It was normal for Roman manufacturers to give their names in the genitive (‘of’), and ‘by the hand’ would be understood. The form is common, for example, on samian pottery.
The translation, therefore, could be:
‘Mais, Coggabata, Uxelodunum, Camboglanna, according to the line of the Aelian frontier. [By the hand or The property] of Draco’.
This would mean the Romans knew Hadrian's Wall as Vallum Aeli, 'the Aelian frontier'.
Dimensions
Hadrian's Wall was 80 Roman miles (73.5 English miles or 117 kilometres) long, its width and height dependent on the construction materials which were available nearby: east of River Irthing the wall was made from squared stone and measured 3 m (9.7 ft) wide and 5 to 6 metres (16–20 ft) tall; west of the river the wall was made from turf and measured 6 metres (20 ft) wide and 3.5 metres (11.5 ft) high. This does not include the wall's ditches, berms, and forts. The central section measured 8 Roman feet wide (7.8 ft or 2.4 m) on a 10 foot base.
Route
Map showing the location of Hadrian's Wall.
Map showing the location of Hadrian's Wall.
Hadrian's Wall extended west Segedunum at Wallsend on the River Tyne to the shore of the Solway Firth. The A69 and B6318 roads follow the course of the wall as it starts in Newcastle upon Tyne to Carlisle, then on round the northern coast of Cumbria. The Wall is entirely in England and south of the border with Scotland by 15 kilometres (9 mi) in the west and 110 kilometres (68 mi) in the east.
Hadrian
Hadrian's Wall was built following a visit by Roman emperor Hadrian (AD 76–138) in AD 122. Hadrian was experiencing military difficulties in Britain, and from the peoples of various conquered lands across the Empire, including Egypt, Judea, Libya, Mauretania, and many of the peoples conquered by his predecessor Trajan, so he was keen to impose order. However the construction of such an impressive wall was probably also a symbol of Roman power, both in occupied Britain and in Rome. Frontiers in the early empire were based more on natural features or fortified zones with a heavy military presence. Military roads or limes often marked the border, with forts and signal towers spread along them and it was not until the reign of Domitian that the first solid frontier was constructed, in Germania Superior, using a simple fence. Hadrian expanded on this idea, redesigning the German border by ordering a continuous timber palisade supported by forts behind it. Although such defences would not have held back any concerted invasion effort, they did physically mark the edge of Roman territory and went some way to providing a degree of control over who crossed the border and where.
Hadrian reduced Roman military presence in the territory of the Brigantes and concentrated on building a more solid linear fortification to the north of them. This was intended to replace the Stanegate road which is generally thought to have served as the limes (the boundary of the Roman Empire) until then.
Construction
Construction probably started in 122 AD and was largely completed within eight years, with soldiers from all three of the occupying Roman legions participating in the work. The route chosen largely paralleled the nearby Stanegate road from Luguvalium (Carlisle) to Coria (Corbridge), which was already defended by a system of forts, including Vindolanda. The Wall in part follows the outcrop of a harder, more resistant igneous dolerite rock escarpment, known as the Great Whin Sill.
The initial plan called for a ditch and wall with 80 small, gated milecastle fortlets every Roman mile holding a few dozen troops each, and pairs of evenly spaced intermediate turrets used for observation and signalling. The wall was initially designed to a width of 3 metres (10 ft) (the so-called "Broad Wall"). The height is estimated to have been around 5 or 6 metres (16–20 ft). Local limestone was used in the construction, except for the section to the west of Irthing where turf was used instead as there were no useful outcrops nearby. The turf wall was 6 metres wide (20 ft) and around 3.5 metres (11.5 ft) high. Milecastles in this area were also built from timber and earth rather than stone but turrets were always stone. The Broad Wall was initially built with a clay-bonded rubble core and mortared dressed rubble facing stones, but this seems to have made it vulnerable to collapse and repair with a mortared core was sometimes necessary.
Roman fort at Corstopitum.
Roman fort at Corstopitum.
The milecastles were of three different designs, depending on which Roman legion built them — the Second, Sixth, and Twentieth Legions, whose inscriptions tell us were all involved in the construction. Similarly there are three different turret designs along the route. All were about 493 metres (539 yd) apart and measured 4.27 metres square (46.0 sq ft) internally.
Construction was divided into lengths of about 5 miles (8 km). One group of each legion would create the foundations and build the milecastles and turrets and then other cohorts would follow, building the wall itself.
Early in its construction, just after reaching the North Tyne (construction worked from east to west), the width of the wall was narrowed to 2.5 metres (8.2 ft) or even less (sometimes 1.8m) (the "Narrow Wall"). However, Broad Wall foundations had already been laid as far as the river Irthing, where the Turf Wall began, and many turrets and milecastles were optimistically provided with stub 'wing walls' in preparation for joining to the Broad Wall; a handy reference for archaeologists trying to piece together the construction chronology.
Within a few years it was decided to add a total of 14 to 17 (sources disagree) full-sized forts along the length of the wall, including Vercovicium (Housesteads) and Banna (Birdoswald), each holding between 500 and 1,000 auxiliary troops (no legions were posted to the wall). The eastern end of the wall was extended further east from Pons Aelius (Newcastle) to Segedunum (Wallsend) on the Tyne estuary. Some of the larger forts along the wall, such as Cilurnum (Chesters) and Vercovicium (Housesteads), were built on top of the footings of milecastles or turrets, showing the change of plan. An inscription mentioning early governor Aulus Platorius Nepos indicates that the change of plans took place early on. Also some time still during Hadrian's reign (i.e., before AD 138) the wall west of the Irthing was rebuilt in sandstone to basically the same dimensions as the limestone section to the east.
Vallum at Hadrian's Wall near milecastle 42
Vallum at Hadrian's Wall near milecastle 42
After the forts had been added (or possibly at the same time), the so-called Vallum was built on the southern side. It consisted of a large, flat-bottomed ditch 6 metres (20 ft) wide at the top and 3 metres (10 ft) deep bounded by a berm on each side 10 metres (33 ft) wide. Beyond the berms were earth banks 6 metres (20 ft) wide and 2 metres (6.5 ft) high. Causeways crossed the ditch at regular intervals. Initially the berm appears to have been the main route for transportation along the wall. The Vallum probably delineated a military zone rather than intending to be a major fortification, though the British tribes to the south were also sometimes a military problem.
The Wall was thus part of a defensive system which, from north to south included:
* a glacis and a deep ditch
* a berm with rows of pits holding entanglements
* the curtain wall itself
* a later military road (the "Military Way")
* a north mound, a ditch and a south mound to prevent or slow down any raids from a rebelling southern tribe.
Roman-period names
The remains of milecastle 39, near Steel Rigg
The remains of milecastle 39, near Steel Rigg
The Roman-period names of some of the Hadrian's Wall forts are known, from the Notitia Dignitatum and other evidence:
* Segedunum (Wallsend)
* Pons Aelius (Newcastle on Tyne)
* Condercum (Benwell Hill)
* Vindobala (Halton Chesters)[2]
* Hunnum (Rudchester)[2]
* Cilurnum (Chesters aka Walwick Chesters)[2]
* Procolita (Carrowburgh)
* Vercovicium (Housesteads)
* Aesica (Great Chesters)[2]
* Magnis (Carvoran)
* Banna (Birdoswald)
* Camboglanna (Castlesteads)
* Uxelodunum (Stanwix. Also known as Petriana)
* Aballava (Burgh-by-Sands)
* Coggabata (Drumburgh)
* Mais (Bowness)
Outpost forts beyond the Wall include:
* Habitancum (Risingham)
* Bremenium (Rochester)[2]
* Ad Fines (Chew Green) [1]
Supply forts behind the wall include:
* Alauna (Maryport)
* Arbeia (South Shields)
* Coria (Corbridge)
* Vindolanda (Little Chesters)[2]
* Vindomora (Ebchester)[2]
Garrison
The wall was garrisoned by auxiliary (i.e., non-legionary) units of the army (non-citizens). Their numbers fluctuated throughout the occupation, but may have been around 9,000 strong in general, including infantry and cavalry. The new forts could hold garrisons of 500 men while cavalry units of 1,000 troops were stationed at either end. The total number of soldiers manning the early wall was probably greater than 10,000.
They suffered serious attacks in 180, and especially between 196 and 197 when the garrison had been seriously weakened, following which major reconstruction had to be carried out under Septimius Severus. The region near the wall remained peaceful for most of the rest of the 3rd century. It is thought that many in the garrison may have married and integrated into the local community.
Part of Hadrian's wall near Housesteads.
Part of Hadrian's wall near Housesteads.
After Hadrian
In the years after Hadrian's death in 138, the new emperor, Antoninus Pius essentially abandoned the wall, though leaving it occupied in a support role, and began building a new wall in Scotland proper, about 160 kilometres (100 mi) north, the Antonine Wall. This turf wall ran 40 Roman miles (about 37.8 mi or 61 km) and had significantly more forts than Hadrian's Wall. Antonine was unable to conquer the northern tribes and so when Marcus Aurelius became emperor, he abandoned the Antonine Wall and occupied Hadrian's Wall once again in 164. It remained occupied by Roman troops until their withdrawal from Britain.
In the late 4th century, barbarian invasions, economic decline, and military coups loosened the Empire's hold on Britain. By 410, the Roman administration and its legions were gone, and Britain was left to look to its own defences and government. The garrisons, by now probably made up mostly of local Britons who had nowhere else to go, probably lingered on in some form for generations. Archaeology is beginning to reveal that some parts of the Wall remained occupied well into the 5th century. Enough also survived in the 8th century for spolia from it to find its way into the construction of Jarrow Priory, and for Bede to see and describe the Wall thus in Historia Ecclesiastica 1.5, although he misidentified it as being built by Septimius Severus:
“ after many great and dangerous battles, he thought fit to divide that part of the island, which he had recovered from the other unconquered nations, not with a wall, as some imagine, but with a rampart. For a wall is made of stones, but a rampart, with which camps are fortified to repel the assaults of enemies, is made of sods, cut out of the earth, and raised above the ground all round like a wall, having in front of it the ditch whence the sods were taken, and strong stakes of wood fixed upon its top. ”
But in time the wall was abandoned and fell into ruin. Over the centuries and even into the 20th century a large proportion of the stone was reused in other local buildings.
In fiction
Sycamore Gap (the "Robin Hood Tree")
Sycamore Gap (the "Robin Hood Tree")
* Hadrian's Wall was featured extensively in the movie King Arthur (which depicted the story of the people the Arthurian legends were supposedly based on). The one kilometre (0.6 mi) long replica, located in County Kildare, Ireland, was the largest movie set ever built in that country, and took a crew of 300 construction workers four and a half months to build. The fort in the movie where Arthur and his Sarmatian "knights" were garrisoned was based on the Roman fort named Vindolanda, which was built around AD 80 just south of Hadrian's Wall in what is now called Chesterholm, in Northern England. In the movie, the fort is attached to the wall.
* Sycamore Gap, a section of the wall between two crests just west of milecastle 38, is locally known as the "Robin Hood Tree". This location was used in the 1991 film Robin Hood: Prince of Thieves, as the setting for an interlude during Robin's journey from the White Cliffs (actually shot at the Seven Sisters Hills) to Nottingham via Aysgarth Falls.
Barranco Alto, Southern Pantanal | Brazil
Physically similar to our own northern river otter, the Neotropic Otter is found in both Central and South America. Diet consists mainly of fish and crustaceans, although they will occasionally feed on small mammals. We encountered them a couple of times this year on the Rio Negro and on each occasion were able to get photographs of them catching fish. Strangely their conservation status is largely unknown as they are currently listed as ‘data deficient’ which could either imply that they are simply so plentiful that formal classification is not needed, or that they are in fact not that common but not yet researched.
This photo was taken five days ago, on 6 August 2016, when I went on a mushroom foray at Rod Handfield's acreage. Though this was a fungi day (well, morning), we also came across a few wildflower species, too.
I found the whole day physically and mentally exhausting (a mix of stress and excitement). It was a great day, too, thanks to friend, Sandy! She very kindly picked me up around 8:15 am and we drove SW of the city and SW of Millarville to Rod Handfield's acreage. For a number of years, this has been one of my favourite places to explore, as Rod's forest tends to be full of all sorts of beautiful treasures. It is one of the two best places that I know for mushrooms, the other being Brown-Lowery Provincial Park. This year has turned out to be great for fungi, thanks to all the endless, torrential rain we have been getting the last few weeks, and are still getting, apart from the scattering of sunny days. This year has so far had such weird weather - a very mild, dry winter, a spring that was as dry and hot as a summer, and now a wet, thundery summer. We were expecting this year to not be good for mushrooms.
We met up with a group of other interested people, most of whom we didn't know, and we searched the land for fungi. Right at the start, I was telling Sandy that on the last visit there (or one of the last), maybe four years ago (17 August 2010, so six years ago - how time flies!), we had seen a beautiful Amanita muscaria / Fly agaric mushroom growing just a few feet from the start of the hike. Sure enough, there were several growing in exactly the same spot on Saturday, which was so exciting. Later in the walk, we saw two other patches of absolute beauties of this hallucinogenic, poisonous species. The rain was spitting during our walk, and the forest was so dark, but amazingly, some of my photos came out well enough. Thanks so much, Karel (holding a beautiful Bolete mushroom to make into soup or sauce), for organizing and leading this trip and for sharing your knowledge with us!
I have to admit that I always find a walk like this rather frustrating. It doesn't work too well when you have people who are photographers and people who are interested in picking mushrooms to eat : ) The latter tend to always be ahead and by the time you catch up to them, you can't see what has already quickly been picked and of course it is usually difficult or impossible to get a photo. This was private land and some of us know the owner, Rod Handfield. In places like the national or provincial parks, one is not allowed to remove anything from the area - but some people still do. You see people with large baskets full of picked mushrooms for cooking! This is especially an east European 'thing'. They have grown up with this tradition and seem to know which fungi are edible or not. Some poisonous mushrooms can look very similar to edible ones, which is why the warning is to never, ever eat any kind of fungus unless you are an expert! As our local Naturalist always says: "All fungi are edible, some only once!"
Sandy and I left the group around lunchtime, to go looking at vehicles at one of the dealerships. In the last year and a half, I have had to put far too much money into repairs for my poor old 17+ year old car and finally, I knew that I had no choice but to replace it. The muffler and catalytic converter died about a week ago and instead of spending a fortune on repair (estimate was $4,999), I decided I would rather put that money towards a new vehicle. I had been thinking about replacing it the last few years, but now, enough is enough!
Update re: car. Yay, I finally did it! Three days ago, friend Sandy and I returned to the dealership just after lunchtime. I had to drive my old car there so that they could do an appraisal on it and tell me how much I would get for a trade-in. Before I went, I was feeling more confused and uncertain about which car I would decide on. The few that the dealership had were not a colour I would want to drive or else they didn't have the right things installed. I was so relieved when I was told that I could order one to my liking and that the waiting period would be 2-3 weeks. Longer than I would have liked, but bearable (though I know I will be climbing the walls by the time my new car arrives!). The very patient, non-pushy salesman said why not take my old car home and use it just very locally till then. So, thankfully, I still have a (very noisy!) vehicle with which to go and get groceries, which was my main concern. No birding or mushroom trips, though, which will not be easy to bear. Having said that, I need to add that I know I am very fortunate that I am in a position to be able to replace my vehicle - feel very grateful and lucky. Thank you, again, Sandy, for helping me through this highly stressful (to me) ordeal!! It made an enormous difference .... THE difference.
I spent an entire year convinced my boyfriend had cheated on me. Absolutely 100% convinced. Even if he hadn't physically cheated, he'd emotionally cheated. That still hurts. So, my friends were forced to listen to me go on and on about it. When we finally got back together I ended up cheating on him on a slightly drunken night out with my male best friend. (One of the many reasons why I don't drink now.)
He had a girlfriend though, and I full well knew that. He'd cheated on her tons of times, and I'd always stood back and watched, disapproved, and told him how much it would hurt her if she found out. So yeh, that was idiotic.
The next guy I hooked up with had a girlfriend, but I didn't know that until afterwards, and I felt bad about it.
My boyfriend and I broke up later. We had lots and lots of other problems.
Now, I keep hooking up with a guy who has a girlfriend. We used to hook up before he got a girlfriend, and it's not like they're going to get married . . . but I'm still doing a horrible thing. Especially as I know how much it hurts.
Well, I was doing a bad thing. I made a decision not to anymore. I have to focus on other things in my life, and I don't want to cause another girl pain just because her boyfriend is a jackass.
Basically, that's a summary of people I've been involved with while some sort of cheating was going on.
Please, no one leave horrible comments. I would only show this side of me to friends usually, because I know they have faults too, but on the internet . . . well, that's what a 365 is about really. So yeh, this is a side of me which strangers don't know.
The different light in the two photos means different things to me, but it seems stupid to write them down. I think I'd feel a little embarrassed if I did actually.
The shirt is mineeeeeee. I was pretty sure my Dad or brother would be pissed off if I used one of theirs, so this is the shirt I wore to school today. I tried to soak the lipstick off afterwards but it didn't budge. Well, faded a little, but it's still firmly embedded in the material.
21/365
We were all geared-up (physically and mentally) to take on a scramble we have been wanting to do for years, Mt. Andromache. However, we don't know this area as well as needed to, and started out the day by going up the wrong route... What a bummer! But on the wrong trail we still saw some interesting things. We did finally find the right trailhead and went parkways up the trail, and did some nice scrambling. Now we know exactly where to go for next time!
Traditionally Temples in Japan have at least one water fountain were the traveller can cool down from the heat, I believe this is both physically and spiritually.
“My first time in Ladakh was quite memorable experience.
I remember very well that I was physically extremely tired after the procession, but also quite excited as it was my first time being there.
Ladakh was very much a remote area, but people were happier and easily contented then, as compared to now.
Ladakh is one of my favorite places to stay and to practice.
It is blessed by Guru Padmasambhava and many great masters for instance, Rinchen Zangpo, Naropa, Gyalwa Gotsangpa and others.”
(His Holiness Jigme Pema Wangchen, the Twelfth Gyalwang Drukpa)
Those Tibetan Buddhist monks were coming back from a ceremony that they had to perform in the hills.
I took this picture as they were reaching Hemis Gompa, a monastery located in the Ladakh region of the Western Himalayas, at an altitude of 12,000 feet making it one of the highest settlements of the world.
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On Top of the World
Being at Soldier Summit feels like you are on top of the world physically and spiritually. It is a special place to me. When I planned this trip I wanted to come here almost as much, or more, than seeing the Big Boy. This is the high point of the Rio Grande's mainline in Utah (though not the high point in the state...more on that soon!)
At 7477 ft above sea level we are 2000 ft higher than Provo 50 miles to the west. The sandstone and scrub brush have given way to a tundra like feel and the surrounding hillsides are dotted with fir trees and stands of Aspen. The first time I came here was 1997 and though the UP was in charge the old Grande was still a very busy place and there were three trains at the summit all with scarlet and gray SP power. Now the intermodal and manifest trains are all gone and the old Grande serves only coal trains the traffic of tenants BNSF and Amtrak.
But no matter what color or type of trains it's still a magical place as attested to by the sight of this heavy westbound export coal train from Colorado just about to the apex. The helpers had cut out down at Colton (we shot them at Kyune and then doubled back - you can see them in an earlier post) and the train is cresting the summit slowly alone at about 7 PM on a stunning Saturday evening....our second day in a row that we'd made the drive over from Salt Lake. And on Sunday after chasing the Big Boy we'd drive all the way from Evanston for our third dose. The Grande does that to you. It captivates the soul and draws you back in over and over.
Someone asked me from whence the pass takes its name. It comes from a group of soldiers who were caught in an unexpected snowstorm on the summit in July 1861. These soldiers were Southerners, previously under Union General Philip St. George Cooke at Camp Floyd, on their way to join the Confederate Army. A few of them died in the storm and were buried on the summit some 21 years before the 3 ft gauge rails of D&RGW first reached this spot.
Now you know the rest of the story.
Wasatch County, Utah
Saturday May 11, 2019
Grafton and Upton MP15AC #1501, wearing new company colors, trails four empties from Garelick Farms, in Franklin, and GP9R #1751 (out of view) on a cloudy Christmas Eve in Grafton.
Seeing the #1501 practically rebuilt, and in clean company colors, was refreshing. Purchased while I worked there in 2018 as CSXT #1191, this was the worst of the three MP15AC's. It was the cleanest physically at the time, but the biggest turd out of the bunch. We had to put a ton of work into this thing to get it running again and even then it sucked. Couldn't pull for shit, bad wheel slip relays, nearly condemnable wheels, missing brushes on the main generator. The list goes on and on. But it had an electronic hand brake lol! The other two MP's were pretty bad upon arrival as well, with the #1158 being the toughest overall to get back in service. But once up and running, the #1158 and the #1160 could pull a battleship. Great motors. The #1191, not so much. It had trouble getting out of its own way. Supposedly, it's running pretty well after getting new wheels and all sorts of updates. Good for them!
December 2024
Grafton, MA.
physically and emotionally.
I'm not going to lie to you, I'm finding this hard, really hard. In fact I'd say it's one of the hardest things I've ever had to do.
Now I know there's a lot of bad things happening in the world and my life could be a hell of a lot worse. So that makes me feel bad for even feeling the way I do. I mean I chose to take on this project no one else. I don't want a medal and I don't want your sympathy I'm just typing how I'm feeling and getting it off my chest because thats one of my ways of expressing myself.
Anyone reading this who is doing a 365 or has even completed one I take my hat off to you! You have so much respect from me! You have no idea!
I thought it'd be hard but some days are just damn right shit.
Trying to do a job and keep a life while doing this seems impossible. Maybe it's because I'm new to this and I'm taking far too long on it but you know what's weird? No matter how hard it feels, no matter how much I wanna break down because some days I feel like I having nothing and I mean nothing! I can't not produce a shot. I can't, I just wont let myself. If anything ever gets too hard for me I'll give up on it. But not this I have this weird warm feeling in my gut. I think it's called determination.
There's one person in particular who I admire so much. He's almost finished his 365 while holding down a job, doing a fantastic job of bringing up a child and having a life amongst all that. He has some incredible photos and some of the best writing I think I've ever read. Now I don't like reading so that's saying something for me! You have my upmost respect and you are a huge inspiration to me so I thank you.
You know who you are :) KUDOS TO YOU!
I really hope I have the determination this guy has....
It's 2am and I need some sleep...
Sweetdreams
Check me out with a shot I physically took on Halloween and I am posting on Valentines Day.
Talk about two conflicting holidays. On one hand you have Halloween, which is all about goons, goblins, drunken parties, the color black, children, dressing up, and evil spirits. Dissimilarity you have Valentines Day which is all about love, couples, the color red, cupid, and of course chocolates, balloons, and Hallmark greeting cards.
Which holiday do you prefer? Do you care? Do you have distaste for either day? Do you love either day? Oddly enough though, both aren’t really holidays at all, they are just “fun theme days” in which we as a culture play into the theme each day brings with it.
Let’s get one thing straight, if you are below the age of 10, you mostly love both of these holidays. What’s better than exchanging Valentines when you were in elementary school? It’s like a big fucking deal man! This is the 3rd year in a row I’ve sat up and personalized my daughter’s cards for her classmates. If you have a young child then you understand the importance of this.
Trick or treating though? Can you think of a more bizarre yet entertaining tradition than that of dressing up in a costume and walking the your streets knocking on random strangers doors who in turn give out candy to everyone? If you think about it, it’s fucking real weird that we as a culture do this.
But you know, both holidays are kind of worthless the more I think about it. I wonder how they even became the tradition that they are today. I think I’ll wikipedia that later and enlighten myself on that. (Ask me tomorrow I’ll be an expert on the history of both of these days, I’m compulsive like that).
For some reason I used to get all exasperated and forlorn when Valentines Day rolled around and I was single. I’m not quite sure why, because today I really couldn’t care one way or the other. Doesn’t bother me one bit. Although I think if I was in love and all that shit, I’d find no problem playing into the whole Valentine Day extravaganza. Even though if you give it some thought, the whole concept of showcasing your “love” for your woman one day out of the year is kind of silly. Because if there was one thing you should take the time to demonstrate every damn day, it’s love.
So with all this shit said, even though as a single parent it’s more of a pain in my ass every year, I think I prefer Halloween. You can celebrate it solo if you don’t have a girlfriend. And it’s the only day of the year you can dress up as an eccentric weirdo and it’s perfectly acceptable.
And you know what? I really need to start taking advantage of that!
The shot at hand? I was taking a walk with Chloe and noticed the worn down cracked and very charismatic side of this house. I liked how the walls and windows were aged and crumbling apart giving the photo some interestingness. I tried to bring out these elements while editing the picture.
The album at hand? An obscure Scottish band from the late 70’s/early 80’s that released only three albums I believe. This is a compilation album that showcases the band rather well (their other albums are out of print I believe). This is basically kind of a romantic post-punk indie rocker gem of an album. It’s fun and catchy. You can hear Velvet Underground influences while listening to it in full. The 2000’s indie rock band Franz Ferdinand reminds me of this band. They took the Orange Juice style of music one step further and made their own distinctive fun sound from it.
Location: random street in my town; Alameda, California
Taken: October 31st, 2009
Posted: February 14th, 2010
Album of the Day: The Glaskow School by Orange Juice
Video: Falling And Laughing by Orange Juice
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I do believe it is physically impossible for Santa to carry all the toys for all the little boys and girls around the world in his sled. What I think the elves do is launch some low orbiting rockets filled with toys at strategic locations around the globe.
As Santa runs lows on supplies he meets up with one of the rockets, loads up and continues onwards.
If I were to be an evil villain I'd aim for these low orbiting rockets. If I were an evil villain that it.
Strobist info: 430EX 1/64 CTO snoot/grid camera right | 550EX 1/64 CTB snoot camera left | Triggered 580EX II on camera
Camera info: Canon EOS 1D Mark III | Canon EF 70-200mm ƒ/2.8L IS USM @95mm | 1/60 ƒ/2.8 ISO400
Explore December 24, 2009
Leyland Tiger/Plaxton Paramount 3500 Mark III PL66 is seen on a comfort stop in Cavan Town with a Seasonal service to Lough Derg on Lough Erne near the village of Pettigo a place where traditional three-day pilgrimage follows a one-thousand-year-old pattern. It begins on any day between June the first and August the 13th and lasts three days during which participants may only have one Lough Derg meal each day (black tea/coffee, dry toast, oat cakes, water). On arrival on the island, participants remove footwear and socks before commencing vocal prayers, walking around the island. A 24-hour night vigil then takes place on the first night. Generally, pilgrims depart on the morning of the third day having slept on their second night. They complete their pilgrimage fast at midnight the day of departure. The pilgrimage is suitable for persons over 15 years. Pilgrims must be able to walk and kneel unaided and be physically able to undertake the fast. June 1996
last ghost
Castro Alves
Quem és tu, quem és tu, vulto gracioso,
Que te elevas da noite na orvalhada?
Tens a face nas sombras mergulhada...
Sobre as névoas te libras vaporoso ...
Baixas do céu num vôo harmonioso!...
Quem és tu, bela e branca desposada?
Da laranjeira em flor a flor nevada
Cerca-te a fronte, ó ser misterioso! ...
Onde nos vimos nós? És doutra esfera ?
És o ser que eu busquei do sul ao norte. . .
Por quem meu peito em sonhos desespera?
Quem és tu? Quem és tu? - És minha sorte!
És talvez o ideal que est'alma espera!
És a glória talvez! Talvez a morte!
last ghost
Castro Alves
Who art thou, who art thou, graceful figure,
What will You raise the dew of the night?
You have to face in the shadows steeped ...
On the steamy mists you pounds ...
Casualties of the sky in a smooth flight! ...
Who are you, white and beautiful bride?
The orange blossom flower nevada
Around you the forehead, O mysterious being! ...
Where do we come in? Are you from another sphere?
Are you being that I sought from south to north. . .
For whom my heart in desperate dreams?
Who are you? Who are you? - You are my luck!
You are perhaps the ideal est'alma wait!
You are perhaps the glory! Perhaps death!
This past April I experienced a medical scare that, while physically short-lived, had rather longer-reaching repercussions in terms of mood and mental health. So, ten days post-procedure, I followed the pull to get outside in the warm spring air and I headed to Beacon Rock. Such a short hike - less than 2 miles and with 680 feet of elevation again - and yet I came back feeling at least 75% more like myself. I had forgotten how very good hiking makes me feel - mentally, emotionally, physically. It's an adventure, a challenge, a refuge, a reset button. And as a photographer, it's also a source of inspiration, art, and beauty.
So I kept (and I keep) doing it. It's been my antidepressant, and it's been so many other things. I started April 22nd with Beacon Rock, carrying only my phone, wallet, and a water bottle. After another week passed, I was healed enough to start carrying an actual backpack. By the time the wildflowers bloomed in May, I was shouldering a consistent 33-pound pack on every hike (film cameras weigh a lot).
Most hikes went off without a hitch. A few of them failed, including my planned 20-miler from Arch Cape (And yet! Arch Cape resulted in some of the most beautiful photographs!) But I made up for that the following week, with 20.5 miles at Silver Star. That was the longest hike, although Yocum Ridge came close with 20 miles, as did the "Yachats Monster Trail" which was one of maybe 10 times (out of 52 times) that I didn't hike alone.
I did new, exciting things. Hard things. I hiked up to Camp Muir at Mt. Rainier, which was physically the most strenuous (although not the most mentally difficult) hike of the year. I hiked Cooper Spur (sloooowly) while recovering from Covid. I saw one, maybe two, rattlesnakes. Three black bears (all at once). I fell three times (two painful, but none serious). I learned how to fuel myself better, how not to be guilty about listening to books on audio for the last part of a 17-mile hike, and how to layer for weather. I finally got to know the Mt. Hood trails and the different sides of the mountain. I got to hike in the dark with Michael to a beach where we collected sea glass by flashlight. I got to take Henry and Elliot on individual trips to hike around Mt. Hood. I discovered that I really can hike in winter - in the rain, or the snow, or the biting wind. It's never bad weather, really, if you're prepared for it (and sometimes prepared to be, well... miserable for at least part of it. Hah.)
There were some sacrifices to make those hikes happen. For most of the hikes, I got up at four in the morning and was on my way to the trailhead by 4:30am - it's the only way I was able to get back in time to spend the evenings with my family (sometimes, I ran late - so here's a shout out to my husband for managing those evenings with the kids by himself). And in order to log one hike per week, I had to let go of other things due to a lack of time - running, yoga, baking, sleep. I often stayed up late on nights after I got back from a hike, just to catch up on a backlog of tasks related to emails, the kids' school things, house cleaning, etc.
By late summer I realized that I could probably get 365 miles in. Then, in late October, I knew I'd be aiming for 400... and I also noticed that I had hit around 80,000 feet of elevation gain and wondered - could I reach 100,000 by the end of the year? So despite the onset of winter - less daylight, more cold, some rain - I checked off some big elevation-gain hikes: Larch Mountain, Mount Defiance, Trapper Creek, Elk and Kings Mountain.
And this past week, with my final hike of the year (Tom Dick and Harry Mountain), I did it: 425.0 miles, 101,300 ft of elevation gain, 49 days of hiking, 52 distinct hikes, all in a period of eight months.
In the few days since that last hike, I've already spent a fair amount of time thinking about next year's possibilities. Making notes, browsing books and All Trails. There's the usual suspects - who can pass up Rowena Crest in May? But there are also new, exciting notations: South Sister, Tam McArthur Rim, St. Helens Summit, Ice Lake, Indian Heaven Wilderness. Anywhere I can drive to and from in a day, at least until the kids are old enough to love (endure?) "hiking vacations" in places like Glacier, or Banff, or the North Cascades, or Yosemite, or Zion, or... well. I'll stop there, before the list goes international.
Eventually, I'll get all my film images edited from this past year (eight months) of hiking. Those will get shared on Flickr in 2024. Until then, here's one that I did find time to edit and post.
And if you've stuck with me this far... my parting wish is for you to find a trail, and to put one foot in front of another, until your heart is a little - or a lot - lighter. (Even if you're carrying a 33-pound pack on your back).
Image of Little Baldy from Silver Star Mountain, made with my Hasselblad 500 C/M.
Sony NEX5
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Created with a laser-tomography scan, this sculpture physically represents the turbulent air released by a human voice uttering the sentence “Listen to the world”, an homage to the influential Canadian composer R. Murray Schafer (1933-2021), known for his revolutionary concept of the “soundscape.” The work also evokes the tradition of the speech scroll, an illustrative device like those used by Olmec, Mayan, Mixtec and other Pre-Columbina cultures to represent spoken words or song.
Rafael Lozano-Hemmer: The art of making the ephemeral tangible | National Gallery of Canada
Only the bob wall survives of the pumping engine house at Great Wheal Charlotte to the west of Chapel Porth. The wall has been conserved by the National Trust which owns the land.
Camera: Rolleiflex 3.5e TLR
Photograph was physically cropped from 6x6 to 4x4 "superslide" format and then scanned to 35mm format.
For more miscellaneous photographs of the St Agnes Mining District. www.jhluxton.com/The-35mm-Film-Archive/Mines-of-Cornwall-...
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Physically the largest eagle, but not the heaviest. It is critically endangered and in Davao there is a sanctuary for them. We visited in the mating season and they wouldn't let me have better access than this so I didn't distract the birds. It is the Philippines National Bird and greatly treasured. I was told that in the rain forest in Mindanao, in any area you find either hornbills or eagles as they are top of the food chain and therefore in direct competition.
Athens, GA (Clarke County) Copyright 2019 D. Nelson
Tessa is getting older, slowly. Physically in great shape except, though!
Protecting his teamates "best interests" in a physically combatative game of basketball.
Date: July 27, 2015
Time: 6:51 p.m.
I take photos to change the world.
If there’s a natural disaster — fire, flood, earthquake, or hurricane — that needs to be documented, maybe I’m the guy you need. (Alas, I’m not sufficiently brave, fearless, or suicidal to take photos in a combat zone — so if you’re looking for a war correspondent, don’t call me.)
But if there’s a human disaster that’s been overlooked — sadness, loneliness, death, homelessness, or a thousand other quiet tragedies, in your neighborhood, or in your own home — maybe I should bring my camera, and capture the scene in a way that brings dignity and respect to everyone. I photograph happy moments, too: the little smile, the grasp of a child’s hand, all those little moments of life that often get overlooked.
I won’t accept any payment for the photographs I take. I won’t even let you pay my travel expenses. I won’t use the photos for any commercial purpose. All I want to do is change the world.
Alas, I can’t take on very many of these projects, because I do still have to work my “day job” to pay the rent and put food on the table. If you have such a project you’d like me to consider, please email me at ed@yourdon.com with “CHANGE THE WORLD” in the subject line.
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There's nothing particularly dramatic or photogenic about this video clip; it merely provides you with a 180-degree panoramic view of the scene along the beach in Indialantic, moving from the north around to the south.
It is worth keeping in mind that all of this was taken a mere 10-15 minutes before "official" sunrise. Things are pretty dark and gloomy when I first get down to the beach, and it's a little difficult setting the aperture and shutter speed on my camera to get some decent shots.
You'll also see in this video how different the sky looks from one area to another. The first 15-20 seconds of the video show the sky and the horizon in the north, and it's pretty dark. But as I continued to swivel around to the south, you'll see the sky get lighter, and then somewhat pink and purple and golden as the view reaches the south-eastern spot where the sun actually comes up
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I'm spending the winter months of 2014-2015 in a warm spot on the beach in Indialantic, FL (if I have Internet access, it doesn't matter too much where I'm physically located).
I'm trying to get up about an hour before sunrise every morning, and be out on the beach for a morning walk just as the sun peeks up above the horizon. I typically take 20-30 shots of birds and sand, water and sunrise ... but since many of them are very similar (if not identical), I'll try to restrict myself to uploading only one such photo a day ... Sometimes, though, I just can't figure out which one is best -- so I may upload a bunch of them, and let my Flickr friends decide which ones they like the best.
Note: most of these photos were taken with either my iPhone or my little Canon G7X pocket camera, so they aren't quite up to the level of quality that I would normally expect. I've managed to set the Canon so that it's shooting at 1/250th of a second and f/8 aperture, but it's not quite as crisp and sharp as I would like ... well, maybe the images will get better as time goes on and I figure out these little details...
She was drained - emotionally, mentally and physically. Her kind of remedy involved creation and passion. Yet the constant self doubt burned her fire. It was a cycle of drowning and floating above her thoughts. The deeper she dived, the more she wavered. She calls it the creative rut; every artists’ catalyst in creating bigger and better versions of themselves.
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Mr Little Larry The Pipsqueak AKA The Monkey.
December 22 2020.
He's been living with us for a week at this point.
Physically and mentally he's a way different dog.
No more clusters of tics hanging off every orifice.
Soft bed, fresh food and water served 2x a day.
This is what freedom looks and feels like ;-)-
Mr Little Larry The Pipsqueak AKA The Monkey
is Ninas dog. We care for his every need while
Nina supports him from a country far far away.
We are the lucky ones to have The Monkey
in our lives. He's a silly boy and very loveable.
Special thank you to Nina and to everyone who
leaves comments and donates for these dogs.
A jungle dog is a special kind of dog ;-)
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he only wore a collar when we first
started going on adventures as I
needed a way to grab him if
there might be any issues.
Thank You.
Jon&Crew.
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while semi-looking for inspiration for my final photography assignment [a portrait of an artist], wandering around the architecture building, i went into the drawing room, where i had recently accumulated a massive amount of magazine clippings. it was a nice mess. i decided i ought to turn myself into a collage. and thus, i ended up gluing scraps to the table and chairs, to myself, building a 3d collage to photograph.
*oh! and as for the roses...they have their own story. i left school for a quick break the eve of this shoot and stopped by the market on the way home. as i was locking my bicycle up, a man stepped out of his flower shop and quickly back in before dashing out with a bouquet of roses. he asked me if i'd like them and i accepted, awed, because that was exactly what i needed at the moment, in exactly the right color. peachy. so i thought i'd honor him by incorporating them into my forthcoming project. chin chin, mr. rose!
here is my solution for the same assignment, one year prior.
Photography is physically taxing, I'll come home from a session often drained.
It's always been clear the same is true for my subjects. The end of a session usually comes when I can see some visible sign of a subject's exhaustion, the body responds slower, the person moves with less precision.
Folks more often than not jumped at the notion of going to get Mexican food, it's hunger-inducing work, moving just right, seeing yourself in your mind as the camera might, contorting yourself the way the photographer is requesting.
There's a version of this photo where I've cropped out the majority of the bed, the majority of the room...but this was the end of our day, and it feels...more accurate to show all that in order to get that across. The room, dark, the bed, comfortable, all of us, spent.