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Physics predicts the universe will end in heat death -- photons alone in the deep cold void.
Photo taken with the Olympus OM-D E-M1 and M.Zuiko 25mm f/1.2 Pro hand held in very low light. This is not an AI generated image.
I have a fear of heights so when my mate Dave suggested a sunset visit to Chapmans Pool on the Dorset coast I immediately panicked, thinking back to the moment I potentially sacrificed him to the beast of Dartmoor a couple of weeks ago! Fortunately, I had been forgiven and on the promise of no sudden shoves in the back I agreed to meet up with him for a rare evening session of photography. When we arrived the weather was very warm and hazy sunshine greeted us, but not a huge amount of cloud. One of Daves apps had predicted a 92% chance of an epic sunset here but from when I was stood it was looking more like a 20! However we headed off to the top coastal path which runs along the edge of the cliffs overlooking the pool that gives the area its name. We didn’t have much cloud but what we did have was some amazing sea mist rolling in. This was diffusing the low sun and adding a beautiful glow to everything. Dave as usual, like a Labrador puppy bounded off into the distance whilst I, the venerable old golden retriever, ambled along in his enthusiastic wake. I knew of a spot from the last time I had braved these cliffs and after being stopped by a fellow photographer and as it turned out a fan of my work and chatting with them for ten minutes or so I made it to my desired location. The drop in front of me was a fatal one and instantly my flight instincts kicked in and I wanted my Mummy! Once I mentally slapped myself around the face a couple of times though I set up the camera, sat down (yes I did) and composed this image. I love that chimney like stack of rock as the foreground interest and I focussed on that rather than the meat splatting fall to the left of it and waited for the right light. I think this is one of my favourite coastal shots in my portfolio and I am rather proud of myself for braving the session out like an adult! Thanks for reading as always!
The predicted storm definitely wasn't worth getting out of bed for, but we did get some interesting sea conditions.
This is a crop from a high ISO larger image, so a bit of noise is present but hopefully you get the general idea behind the shot.
One can consider the presentation of this spectacular hardtop coupe as an ultimate afford to gain attention of the audience to persuade them for buying a Packard. The financial position of Packard was terrible in 1956. But it wasn't much of a help.
Richard 'Dick' Teague (Los Angeles, 1923-1991) designed the Predictor. It was built at Carrozzeria Ghia, Torino in Italy on a Clipper platform. In ninety days the Italians managed to get this project ready, just in time for the Chicago Car Show (see photo).
The Predictor had all kinds of new automotive features, like tilting headlights, roof doors rolled back when opening the door, lowering back window, swiveling seats, dashboard design which followed the hood profile, a power operated trunk lid, and a wraparound windshield that curved into the roof.
Many car brands copied several novelties: the grille at the 1958 Edsel, the roof line at the 1958 Lincoln Premier, the rear bumper at the 1958 Oldsmobile, opera windows or portholes in the rear pillar at the 1957 Thunderbird, and the headlights at the 1962 Corvette.
Only one Predictor was made. It still exists and is on display at the Studebaker National Museum, South Bend, Indiana.
6128 cc V8 engine.
Production Packard Predictor: 1956.
Picture was taken from:
James M. Flammang, Cars of the Fabulous '50s, a Decade of High Style and Good Times, Publications International LTD, Lincolnwood, 1995.
Original photographer, place and date unknown.
Book collection Sander Toonen (2018, present from Willem).
Halfweg, Nov. 3, 2024.
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A bit of a different hinting technique and I never caught the move. What looks like the edge of the water on the bank of the bayou is actually a drifting mass of water hyacinth that has set up it own tiny ecosystem on the bayou. This mass is being blown over the surface of the water by the wind. This Tri-colored Heron had set up station on the edge of the drift mass and would fly off over the water and attempt to snag fish while he was in flight. Not sure what type of weed is growing on the edge of the hyacinth, but it has also become a part of the drifting mass. They hyacinth in the background is a separate mass.
Also want to update everyone on tropical storm Imelda. The storm was expected to drift northward yesterday, but tropical storms always have a mind of their own. Instead of the storms drifting northward the flow has been a bit more to the southeast and is dumping huge amounts of waters on Houston. The flooding has begun, and we can only hope that it will be minimal, but that doesn’t ever seem to be the case around. I am high and dry, but a lot of residents are not that fortunate. I know that there is also flooding going on from Houston to Beaumont.
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I also want to warn everyone about some gutter garbage people that are present here on Flickr. Perverts trolling for anything that they can put their filthy hands on. Seem like they have returned so make sure you know what you are looking at if your children are on here and have your safe search dialed in as well. Nothing is free from corruption any longer. It just took me far too long to get her posts deleted!!!!
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I could enjoy testing and imaging of the comet and others in my yard. It was hot even at night after the end of rainy season here.
The comet presented outburst on July 20.9UT, 2023. Magnitude elevated by 5, magnitude 16 to 11, meaning 100 times brighter. It was drifting toward east in Draco at the night. I put 4x enlarged image near the right lower corner, comparing a small planetary nebula nearby in the same scale.
The comet looked a bit bigger than Cat's Eye Nebula, NGC6543, planetary nebula, said to be at mag. 9.8 and 23 arcseconds in diameter, though surface brightness of the comet was far fainter. Central condensation of dust was small and round. The shape was interesting. It showed U-shaped dark notch toward north, or it had two horns toward north. Ion activity was not detected at all.
The shape of the comet reminds me of 29P Schwassmann-Wachmann-1 after outburst. It showed dark notch toward northwest:
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The period of the comet is long, 71.32 years. It comes to the perihelion, 0.777UA from Sun on April 23, 2024. Maximum magnitude is predicted to be 4.5, meaning that the comet should be visible with unaided eyes. I hope to view the comet big and bright near Jupiter and Pleiades just above the western horizon just twelve minutes before the end of twilight on April 23, 2024.
North is up, and east is to the left on the frame.
Sun Distance: 3.843 AU
Earth Distance: 3.533 AU
equipment: Guan Sheng Optical Ritchey–Chrétien telescope RC-CF 10" f8, TS Extension for The Baffle Tube, TS 2.5" field flattener, and ZWO ASI 2400MC pro on Vixen AXD Equatorial Mount, autoguided at a star nearby with Fujinon 1:2.8/75mm C-Mount Lens. `Pentax x2 Extender. ZWO ASI 120MM-mini, and PHD2 Guiding with comet tracking on
exposure: 4 times x 120 seconds and f/8, Gain 158, cooled at -8.5 degrees Celsius
exposure for NGC6543: 12 times x 0.5 seconds and f/8, Gain 158, cooled at around -7.5 degrees Celsius
The exposure started at 14:00:51 UTC July 24, 2023. It was unfortunate that the sensor cover was not clean near the center as you see.
Site: home yard under the worst light-pollution dome in Tokyo
Ambient temperature was around 25 degrees Celsius.
As I was about to step out for shopping this morning, the unique clouds formation in the sky deeply attracted me, just a quick snap. Kind of interesting, it was like the map. Please click on the upper right corner the image for better viewing. You can also visit me at www.azimaging.ca and www.500px.com/azimaging
Spenny Bridge at dusk. Bristol, December 2016.
I thought the sky looked good for a decent sunset and popped out with my camera. Unusually, I predicted correctly this time!
I predicted a nice sunset and grabbed my camera and my graduated ND-filter and walked into the center of the town. I think it turned out pretty well!
(Some of you might have seen this yesterday, but I had to edit a little thing that bothered me, thats why I re-uploaded it! So please leave a comment and fav it again! :-))
Tried something a little bit different then I'm used to...
italic- Ghost Rider
bold- Satan/ the Devil
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I bet you're expecting a man full of sin, one who doesn't care for moral rights or laws. One who can walk the line of both worlds, and still not be scarred. If this is what you predicted, then you're dead wrong. I do walk both lines, but both lead to different trails.
It all started with her death. Imagine a perfect day, one that makes birds sing, and you can smell the dew in the air. Two people sit under a tree, as they usually did on a Sunday evening.
Her father always wanted her to go to church. She never went until I told her to. We went together, and after ever mass, we walked to that tree, and sat just listening to the world around us.
On that day, she said those words which I could never forget.
"I love you."
This is what kills me. These words were my undoing. Fear of what could happen if I took her under my wing. I said some stupid excuse, and went home. Then I decided that I could handle it. I could love her, and that I always would.
Well, you can probably guess what happened from there.
I ran back to the tree, like I was in some kind of movie, the guy chasing after the girl. But I was too late. She wasn't at the tree. I sat down on the ground, leaning on the tree. Then, I remember seeing smoke, coming from one of the streets.
It must have been a car accident I thought to myself. It had to be. But being that "good" man I thought I was, I ran down the hill again.
Once I got down to the street, I saw that it was a car crash. A stupid biker had crashed into a red Honda Civic.
This car accident meant nothing to anyone else around me. It was just a regular crash. But I remember seeing two bodies on the ground, painted with crimson liquid.
I felt something come out of my eye. Something I couldn't fell anymore. There she was, in the middle of the street, laying lifeless. The other victim was there also.
I used to be afraid of the sight of blood. But this was her. I ran into the street, nothing mattered anymore. Cars honking, rushing by me, while I was cradling her.
I yelled to see if anyone had called the police. I screamed it. I broke out into tears. Even though it felt like forever, waiting there, they finally arrived. The men that were supposed to help the citizens were finally here.
They couldn't help her though, no. She was "totaled" in car language.
They said there was a note in the car. They guessed she was writing it while she was driving.
I looked at the letter, and saw tears all over it. I unwrinkled the paper to see this:
John. I know you've been good to me, and I thank you for this. But, you seemed like you couldn't handle a marriage, and that's when I figured out I couldn't handle one either. I figured I couldn't handle anything. We were young, that's all. For lust, I believe. I'm not even sure I ever loved you. Did you ever lov.....
That's when it stopped. A pen mark went across the page from where it stopped. They said she was speeding. A death note.
The doctor said there was nothing he could do, but yet, I knew there was. I was a religious man. Prayer was my way of getting her back. It was the only way.
I prayed on and off for months. I never left the chapel, I slept there. I prayed for answers, but none returned.
One fateful day, I awoke to see a note. No a waver. The only words on the paper were,
Love is forever, but not without a soul.
Then, a place to sign was under it. I looked around, trying to find the person who gave the note. No one was around, and frankly, I was there for years. Time flew by, and I had no idea. The church had been destroyed, but the chapel remained. And the note. To sign the note, my fate was unknown. But love fueled me. It always had.
I signed.
Have you ever felt the feelings of butterflies in your stomach? Imagine it times twelve. Then the feeling of my eyes burning, like pepper spray, but instead of the spray, I got the seeds. I saw flames form around my eyes, and skin peel from my hands.
But then she appeared. She was alive, and she was confused. I approached her, pain still in my body. She saw me once, and fled. I screamed her name, and noticed my voice was changing. More, raspy.
My clothes burned away, and the feel of leather wrapped around me. A chain made of flames slung around my shoulder.
Time to come visit.
The voice dragged me down deep into the chapel.
It seems your prayers were answered.
The voice was like sandpaper rubbing against metal. I couldn't see at the moment, everything was dark. But then I saw red. All of it. The whole world was red. It had seemed like I fell, as I was on my face. I stood up, and saw the chain on my shoulder. It was heavy.
Come John.
The voice could be heard from a distance. I didn't want to go, but my feet were moving. I dragged the chain on the ground, up the hills, and down the hills. This was the Hell he made for me. I finally saw a figure, and it stood out. White and black, while everything else was red.
John... lets see... loved Geneviève Rosa... signed the contract. Yep, you're here. Welcome to Hell.
"What is this place?"
Hm. Duh, I just said Hell.
"This is a lot worse than expected."
So you expected to come down her?
"No... that's not what I... meant."
Well, you sold your soul to... me.
"That's what that note was?"
Yeah. Sorry, the big guy wasn't responding. I tried to help you.
"You can't help me. You're the... devil."
Oh come on. What are you? Human? Wait, never mind, you aren't that anymore.
"What did you do to me?"
A holy man turned Rider. I like irony John. Oh by the way...
He whistled, and I could hear a bike. I still remember hearing that sound. Tires scratching on the sands of Hell. It arrived, and I recognized it immediately. It was the same bike that had killed her.
"Ironic."
Quite. Get on.
"I'm not your faithful believer."
Well you are for Him.
"Let me guess... Ironic."
Look, just get on. You're my Rider now. My Ghost Rider. One who walks Earth, and Hell, making people pay for their sins, and bringing them down here for me. Simple.
I tried to reason with him, saying it was unfair. She had left me, even when I saved her. She took my soul, and threw me away. It not only hurt me, but fueled me with something worse than love.
Hatred. It's what will fuel you through your journeys.
I looked at him, and I remember him smiling.
"What is your bidding."
Perfect. There is a man who brings people back from the dead. I want him... I want Otto Octavious.
I hopped on the bike, and started the bike. Flames appeared from the bike, as I fueled the bike. My hatred could fuel all of Hell. But I had a job to do. I rode my bike up a ramp (ha it's still there) and went back onto Earth. As I said, I had a job to do.
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Yes, that was pretty long, but I really wanted to get the emotion in there. Anyways, you guys wanted this, so hopefully you like it!
June 9, 2020 - South of Reynolds Nebraska
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A 10% tornado risk day when the SPC maps were out early in the morning on this day. Models had favorable for late afternoon severe storms to erupt right on the Nebraska Kansas Border.
Had been chasing storms past few days and the wear on the body was at hand. With this rare opportunity in 2020, a year of no tubes, we didn't want to miss this tornado event in my backyard if it happened. Sucked up the tiredness and snagged my chase partner in Hastings Nebraska and headed south into North Central Kansas. The prime of the predicted storm zone for that afternoon.
After the first storms initiation, we were watching out west with good development to our west... Mankato Kansas. Everything was moving almost due northeast that afternoon and we thought we could cut north and follow the storm cell that had the most promise of development.
On target and in position to intercept just to the south of Reynolds Nebraska we had our first Tornado of the year. Incredible bands of winds around this tornado was kicking up so much dust that it was almost haboobish.
After this encounter we headed back to the northeast to intercept again then back down to Nebraska Hwy 136 to Beatrice. All in all, we followed that same system till it merged with another cell. We followed the system eastward as the warnings stayed active. We did see a few wall clouds and funnel bases that afternoon but nothing as good as what we caught in Reynolds Nebraska. Not a bad way to end another epic storm chasing day!
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The local weather forecast had predicted a chance of light fog for the coming morning so I had planned on taking a canoe around the shore of the small forest lake looking for wildlife to photograph. As you can see from the image, the forecast was more than a little off with the fog forecast. It was so thick I could barely see beyond the bow of the canoe. With the lake and forest wrapped in a thick blanket of fog, any possibility for wildlife photography was out of the question. Paddling along the shoreline I came upon a small, almost closed off, bay and turned in to explore. From the middle of the bay I looked back toward the entrance and saw the rising sun beginning to cause the fog to glow.
From my vantage point in the bay the scene looked almost like a nature-made abstract. It was the best photo op I had seen since I had set out. However, it lacked a foreground element to give the composition some depth. The canoe was the solution. With a line, I tied it to the shoreline near the bay entrance and then gently push it back out on the water. I walked around the shore, found a location, and waited a little for the canoe to drift into the best position. I used an exposure to keep the fog from becoming too bright and let the rest of the scene fall where it may. I took two images. One with no camera movement to hold the shape of the canoe and the other with a small amount of ICM to render the forest into greater abstraction and then blended them together in photoshop.
A study by scientific experts in Germany suggests people with blonde hair are an endangered species and will become extinct by 2202.
Researchers predict the last truly natural blonde will be born in Finland - the country with the highest proportion of blondes. But they say too few people now carry the gene for blondes to last beyond the next two centuries.
The problem is that blonde hair is caused by a recessive gene. In order for a child to have blonde hair, it must have the gene on both sides of the family in the grandparents' generation.
With the incredibly mixed genes of past and present generations in the Afro-Brazilian population, I think we will always be in for surprises. It is not that unusual to find blondes with blue or green eyes suddenly appearing in an Afro-Brazilian family with darker skinned, chestnut-eyed siblings. This gleaming young girl from the poorest of favelas (shanties) in our region, captured by my lens during our Beija-Flor na Comunidade (Hummingbird in the Community) programme there a few weeks ago, is a prime example of beautiful Brazilian diversity.
Newest addition to the Egyptian gang.
Here's how an EvoSeti looks like on the 188, as promised. This isn't even my best shot but there's a reason why………
Saw this on X68 in the morning and it crosslinked as I've predicted.
Stagecoach 12434 [SN67XDX] photobombs.
Bourke's Luck Potholes
Blyde River Canyon Nature Reserve (or Motlatse Canyon Provincial Nature Reserve) is situated in the Drakensberg escarpment region of eastern Mpumalanga, South Africa. The reserve protects the Blyde River Canyon, including sections of the Ohrigstad and Blyde Rivers and the geological formations around Bourke's Luck Potholes, where the Treur River tumbles into the Blyde below. Southwards of the canyon, the reserve follows the escarpment, to include the Devil's and God's Window, the latter a popular viewpoint to the lowveld at the reserve's southern extremity.
The Mogologolo (1,794 m), Mariepskop (1,944 m) and Hebronberg (1,767 m) massifs are partially included in the reserve. Elevation varies from 560 m to 1,944 m above sea level. Its resort areas are F.H. Odendaal and Swadeni, the latter only accessible from Limpopo province. The area of approximately 29,000 hectares (290 km2) is administered by the Mpumalanga Parks Board.
Bourke's Luck Potholes
This geological feature and day visitors' attraction, named after Bernard Thomas Bourke (brother of Eddie Bourke), is situated at the confluence of the Treur and Blyde Rivers, on the reserve's western boundary 24°40′28″S 30°48′39″E. The reserve's nature conservation headquarters is located here, beside the village of Moremela, at the canyon's southern, or upper reaches.
Sustained kolks in the Treur River's plunge pools have eroded a number of cylindrical potholes or giant's kettles, which can be viewed from the crags above. It was named after a local prospector, Tom Bourke, who predicted the presence of gold, though he found none himself. The pedestrian bridges connect the various overlooks of the potholes and the gorge downstream.
(Wikipedia)
Die Bourke’s Luck Potholes (englisch, auf deutsch: Bourkes Glück Strudellöcher) sind eine Felseinheit an der Panorama Route in der Provinz Mpumalanga im Osten Südafrikas, in der Nähe von Graskop an der R532.
An der Einmündung des Treur River in den Blyde River ist durch die Erosion des fließenden Wasser im roten Sandstein ein Canyon entstanden, der in den Blyde River Canyon übergeht. Durch weitere Auswaschungen, insbesondere durch die Bewegung von Steinen in Strudeln, sind tiefe Strudellöcher und Kessel in das Felsgestein geschliffen worden.
Benannt wurde die Sehenswürdigkeit nach dem Goldsucher Tom Bourke, der an diesem Ort eine geringe Menge Gold fand (die zugehörige Goldader befand sich jedoch außerhalb seines Claims).
(Wikipedia)
As predicted by the weather man another storm is heading our way this afternoon lasting till tomorrow :((( A view from my office looking over East River into Queens and Brooklyn
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The Aurora forecast on the 6th of August was predicting extreme Aurora activity. Even though it was very early August and the night would not get fully dark I went out as the Aurora can be seen in deep twilight conditions. I saw the Aurora for a 1-2 minutes that night. I did not get a good picture of it though. Instead we witnessed this even rarer phenomenon called noctilucent clouds.
These are clouds that seem to glow in the night. They are the worlds highest clouds located in the mesosphere at altitudes of around 76 to 85 kilometers. They are very thin and only visible in deep dusk when the sun lights them from underneath and were first witnessed and recorded in 1885. Noctilucent clouds can be seen by observers at a latitude of 50 to 65 degrees north or south and in summer when the mesosphere is at its coldest (-120°C).
These clouds where extremely beautiful to look at and reminded me of the Aurora but where much more stationary and had this beautiful blue color. Some people where actually confusing these clouds with the Aurora as they were told about extreme Aurora activity that night. They where equally interesting to see and photograph as the Aurora.
The sculpture in the foreground is called the Sun Voyager. It is one of Reykjavíks most iconic sculptures and represents a viking boat sailing into the sunset as can be seen on late summer nights. It is a very popular subject amongst photographers and some call it a cliché. Nevertheless it is beautiful and interesting to photograph.
Einstein predicted that time slows down the faster you travel and the time-dilation hypothesis has since been proven by flying atomic clocks on aircraft.
The three fastest human beings at the moment are NASA astronaut Anne McClain, Canadian Space Agency astronaut David Saint-Jacques (pictured) and Roscosmos astronaut Oleg Kononenko who are orbiting Earth on the International Space Station at a speed of around 28 800 km/h.
They are travelling so fast that they will return home to Earth after their six-month spaceflight 0.007 seconds younger than if they had stayed with their feet on the ground.
But how do astronauts perceive time in space? Space Station crew report that time seems to speed up in microgravity so European researchers are trying to find out more by immersing astronauts in virtual reality and testing their reaction times.
A virtual reality headset is used to block external visual cues that could influence the results. The experiment focuses on how astronauts estimate time duration as well as their reaction times. They are asked gauge how long a visual target appears on screen. Their reaction times to these prompts are recorded to process speed and attention.
The astronauts run the experiment before flight, on the International Space Station and again when they land to compare results. ESA astronaut Alexander Gerst was the first test subject to take part in this experiment in 2018. Anne and David did a session in February in ESA’s Columbus laboratory.
Understanding how time is perceived in space is important as astronauts are often required to conduct precision work where timing is everything. This research in microgravity will help reveal clues as to what helps keep our brains ticking the seconds accurately.
Credits: NASA
Running just over two hours early 66187 has crossed the A390 at St.Blazey. Despite the pleasant sunshine the temperature was barely above freezing and the Met Office are predicting a blizzard is on the way, but then they would have difficultly predicting what day it is tomorrow let alone the weather.
6G08 16:29 Goonbarrow Jn to Fowey Dock Carne Point.
Predicted rain came close but did not arrive at White Sands National Monument near Alamogordo, NM on the evening of the full moon.
Noted predictor of the future, Merlin the Wibbly-Wobbly, fears foreboding omens for the Spring... along with a pile of rain.
We're Here says Spring Has Sprung today.
My darling girlfriend, Sarah, is getting married in August, to one of the funniest most genuine men I know, Brian (introduced to me as "Wop"). I could never have predicted how much Sarah and I would share together. This tiny, adorable facade hides a powerhouse of a woman. Strong, smart - literally a scientist. Also one of my best drinking buddies, my go-to for all things girlie, and a woman who makes me feel so good about myself I never, EVER feel like she's the pretty friend - even though she is. I can't wait to share the Big Day with them and our friends. And I can't wait for our next girls' weekend, either - they'd never be the same without my Sarah!
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Numbers, letters, lets look at the blueprints. Puzzles, messages, lets look at the plan. Encrypted, decrypted, encoded information, the cipher of the decipher of the text. Predicted, restricted, classified information, the data of the metadata of the context. What are the algorithms, the sequences, the calculations of the code of the Beast Mode? What is the linguistics of the morphology of the syntax of the semantics of the schematics?
The coming apocalypse, the four horsemen of the apocalypse. The prince of darkness, the Mark of the Beast. Mystery Babylon, Babylon the Great. The battle of Armageddon, the second coming of Christ.
Psalm 75:8 “In the hand of the LORD is a cup full of foaming wine mixed with spices; he pours it out, and all the wicked of the earth drink it down to its very dregs.”
They control the information. They control the information flow. They collect the information. They run the data through computer models and simulations. Data is the future. Those who control the data will control the future. In fact, you could say: Those who control the data will know the future. The more AI advances, the more it can predict the future. That’s why those at the top think: if we can predict the future, we can control the future. Well, that’s what they think. In reality, they can’t see their own future demise. They can’t beat God. They can fight against Him, but in the end they will lose.
Technology speeds up time. Not that time itself speeds up, but that more can be accomplished in the same amount of time. “But you, Daniel, keep this prophecy a secret; seal up the book until the time of the end, when many will rush here and there, and knowledge will increase.” Technology has allowed us to “rush” here and there. Technology has caused knowledge to increase. The coming technology will change the current landscape forever. “The end will come like a flood.” As time speeds up more and more, these crazy technological ideas/goals will come in quickly and take many by surprise. The globalists have this goal in mind: to usher us into the Fourth Industrial Revolution. What does this mean for humanity? It means transhumanism: 666 the Mark of the Beast.
Isaiah 26:20-21 “Come, my people (bride), enter your chambers (wedding chamber), and shut your doors behind you; hide yourselves (in the Lord) for a little while (7 years) until (God’s wrath/Tribulation) the fury has passed by. For behold, the LORD is coming (second coming of Christ)out from his place to punish the inhabitants of the earth for their iniquity, and the earth will disclose the blood shed on it, and will no more cover its slain.”
With cloud cover predicted for most of Washington on that fateful night, I was not particularly hopeful in capturing the aurora. Despite the low probability, I drove through a treacherous winter storm hitting Snoqualmie pass and hunted around the central Washington for a dark place with clear opening to the north. I finally found a dark canal bank with a possible opening. And within moments of spreading out the tripod, the aurora showed its true colors, with pillars rising so high above me that even the vertical composition couldn't capture its full height. If it were any clearer, the camera would have been saturated with the auroral glow.
After that high, I was dreading the drive back. The winter storm over Snoqualmie pass had become even more intense, with a layer of sleet and ice covering miles of the highway. Lack of any traffic meant that there was no help around if I had a spinout. If not for that heightened alert level after the aurora, I would not have made it home safely. Hopefully this occurs again before the PNW settles into its summer.
Quincy
WA
These gears pass some the energy provided by the operator turning a crank to the rear section of Tide Predicting Machine No. 2, a special purpose mechanical analog computer for predicting the height and time of high and low tides.
The U.S. government used Tide Predicting Machine No. 2 from 1910 to 1965 to predict tides for ports around the world. The machine, also known as “Old Brass Brains,” uses an intricate arrangement of gears, pulleys, chains, slides, and other mechanical components to perform the computations.
A person using the machine would require 2-3 days to compute a year’s tides at one location. A person performing the same calculations by hand would require hundreds of days to perform the work. The machine is 10.8 feet (3.3 m) long, 6.2 feet (1.9 m) high, and 2.0 feet (0.61 m) wide and weighs approximately 2,500 pounds (1134 kg). The operator powers the machine with a hand crank.
NS 21Q is on its way out of Toledo during a moderate to heavy snowfall that is predicted to turn to rain as warmer weather moves in on this Sunday early evening. Toledo, OH 2/9/2020
According to folklore, if the wooly bear caterpillar has a wider band of rust color, the winter will be mild; wider black bands, more cold and snow. According to this wooly bear at the nature reserve in Wells, Maine, it looks like we can expect a pleasant winter ahead!
This beauty was manufactured by PIERCE. My photo has my copyright/initials and I cropped it a bit, but it is SOOC/Unedited.
Please let it load for 2 or 3 seconds more than you normally do for most images. Often, it will get more clear.
HTT ~ Happy Truck Thursday
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Wintery mix is how the weatherman predicted what we got last night. Maybe an inch of snow with frozen rain and sleet on top. It had to happen sooner or later.
I went out to put out birdseed for the ground feeders including a huge flock of Juncos.
I'm sure the plants will recover and bloom again.
I predicted back (in the early 80s) that this "Madonna" person was just a blip on the radar screen, that the "Material Girl" was just a Cyndi Lauper Wanna-Be, and that we'd be humming Cyndi songs long after Madonna was forgotten.
That memory came back to me, watching the recent Grammy awards. Maybe I can't pick 'em. My affection for Taylor Swift has drawn big laughs from my buddies (and her duet with Stevie Nicks seems to confirm their disdain for the 19-year-old country cutie), but I like her song-writing, There's an honesty, and authenticity, to her music, just like Lauper's.
Madonna is the best-selling female rock star of the 20th century, and Cyndi is working the casino circuit. She'll be in Oregon in April, at the Spirit Mountain Casino, near the Oregon coast. Even if I was inclined, I can't afford what Madonna charges for a performance, but a casino show is in my price range. That as I'd want it because while Madonna has done some good work, I'd rather see Cyndi--her True Colors will always rank as a personality favorite.