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It was my Uncle Peter who put his finger on it in his gentle Cork accent. “You can’t have the one without the other,” he said, as I glowered into the final Irish breakfast of my visit one morning many years ago. The party was over and it was time to skulk back towards life and the hamster wheel. I always think of those simple words when the holiday is over. The triumph of arrival, ever balanced by the sinking sensation in the pit of your stomach when it’s time to go home again. The last trudge back to the hire car from the beach after sunset. This time tomorrow the angler will almost certainly be out there on the rocks again, oblivious to the fact that we’ll be back in British airspace. The couple in the apartment next door who arrived here yesterday will be heading down to the pool area, armed with rubber rings and sunscreen as we do the drive of shame, stopping at reception to return the key cards and just about managing a forlorn, “Yes we had a lovely time thanks. We’ll be back next year.” Seconds later the receptionist will have forgotten us entirely, as she moves on to the family surrounded by suitcases who’ve just been whisked here by the transfer bus from the airport. In Lajares, the front of house team at La Boqueria, who’ve served us so many times won’t register our final farewell as they prepare for the lunchtime rush. Just one more of those goat’s cheese salads feels like a dream right now. I’ve had six or seven of them since we’ve been here. Had one today in fact. I don’t even look at the menu anymore - “ensalada de cabra por favor!” And the sun will continue to blaze uncaringly over the island as we taxi down the runway and set course for the icy dampness on the other side of Europe.
But it’s always that cruel last afternoon on the beach when I feel it the most, as the sun begins to lose its warmth and the light starts to fail. It’s what we come for - those lazy afternoons under blue skies next to the ocean as furious winter enters its final phase and kicks in the doors at home. There will be sunshine as we drag our bags into the airport terminal from the hire car, but it won’t be ours like it was today and yesterday. Now it belongs to the angler on the rocks, the couple next door, the waiting team at la Boqueria and the family who just got off the plane. It’s always at this moment that we wish we could be magically spirited home at the snap of a finger. Just get it over with - we’ll sacrifice the final evening. Why has nobody invented the teleporters like Captain Kirk had on the Starship Enterprise yet?
We remind ourselves that spring is on the way - and we live in Cornwall for goodness sake. Our own back garden is a tourist Mecca in itself. Half the country would auction their vital organs on eBay to set up home on the peninsula. And there’s no hamster wheel anymore since we retired. Thoughts of these make it easier, but there’s still that tedious journey - and the weather on the other side. Even in beautiful Cornwall the weather is horrible in winter. There’s the summer hike in Scotland to look forward to as well - yes I know about the midges - done battle with those before and they won’t put us off. Menorca in October too - we’ve never been there before. There’s a long distance hiking trail we like the look of, so we’re already thinking about a second visit before we’ve even made the first. Stuff to look forward to - other mountains to climb, especially in Scotland. There’s always the next adventure. We never go away without having the prospect of at least one future escapade sizzling in the wok to keep our spirits from flagging as we face the impending temperature collapse. It’s what keeps us going, especially in winter. Ali had a retirement gift in the form of a holiday voucher with a well known operator and we really ought to think about where we’re going to cash that one in. So many places to see. We have to do this stuff while we’re still young and healthy enough - you never know what life might fling at you when you least expect it.
One thing that never fails to amaze me is that you can get on a plane in a freezing rainstorm at home, and just a few hours later arrive in a place like this. It’s as if there’s a conjurer hiding in the clouds. At some point tomorrow, as the pilot tells us we’re somewhere over the northwest coast of Brittany, the sky will darken along with the mood of the passengers, a stubborn yet sizeable minority of them wearing flip flops and t-shirts as if summer will have somehow arrived three months early and surprised us all when we touch down at Bristol. But our plane will descend through soupy grey clouds, the windows speckled with raindrops as for the first time we see an endless web of orange lights spreading away into the distance, just before thumping down onto a blackened wet runway. We’ve had some rain in Fuerteventura this time, but never for more than three or four minutes and almost always followed by bright warm sunshine. When we set off for home, it will still be warm and sunny here, as if under an enchantment - life on the island of perpetual summer will carry on as if we were never here at all. We’ll drive down the fast road to the airport, leaving the white dunes of Corralejo in the rear view mirror, spotting side roads we never explored, making plans for next time before we’ve even left.
But there’s no denying that this sunsoaked Spanish archipelago has seen us off in style today. As I stand here on the beach behind my tripod, gazing at the spot where the sun has just dipped below the sea, the clouds light up in a fierce display of golds, oranges and pinks, a fine farewell flourish. I wonder whether the angler has even noticed, lost in his own world at the edge of the ocean. Again I think of my uncle’s words in these moments. There’s always the next time to look forward to, even if my home made goat’s cheese salad won’t be half as good as the one at La Boqueria.
Florida.
Put my new R5 to work on a trip to Florida and decided to use the 100-500 walk around lens without a tripod to test out the combination. My conclusion: It proved to be a great combination as I did a lot of hiking to seek out photo opportunities where it would have been more difficult to lug the tripod and 600 prime. The eye detection on the R5 is amazing and the 100-500 is a great walk around lens to use with it especially for flight shots. Having great light is a must though to get the most out of the lens.
The crew from a Soo Line freight arriving in Marquette, Michigan, quickly puts GP38-2 No. 4411 (and Sister 4401) to bed in the roundhouse on October 25, 1986. Looking at Google Maps today, and it is almost impossible to tell where this roundhouse was. A more recent 2014 article about Marquette redevelopment plans states a new large hospital was being built directly on top of the site.
The American Avocet has a delightful, tender mating sequence. She puts her head down and waits patiently, while he circles her and preens and caresses her neck with that sexy curved beak and eventually throws a little water towards her. Not without distraction, two baby mallards cruised around them, long enough that I pleaded with them to move out of the way. Not that they heard - this really was quite far away. Actually, I wasn't having that much photographic luck this day (although I did run into friends and other birdie folks). This was a third stop since I was nearby, and it was mid-day yuk light. Nevertheless, these two avocets were there, and worth pulling out the gear. I used my just completed ground-level solution, a plastic "dish" with a quick-release mount. So, the gear is on the ground which was unfortunately a few feet above water level. I can sit on a footstool and follow the action on the camera's reticulating screen. Sigh, another outing ending with a smile.
DMIR 402 and 409 hustle a northbound ID pellet train through Biwabik, MN with 116 cars to load at Minntac back on June 29, 2004. Searchlights were still over all the place on the former Missabe. It's the former Missabe as CN took over the property the month before.
Last month, CN finally took out of service the last of the searchlights on the Iron Range Sub. between Allen Jct. and Iron Junction, including these here at South Biwabik.
Both the 402 and 409 still work the former DMIR albeit in CN paint. CN has spent the time and money to put PTC on both tunnel motors so maybe they'll continue to roam northeast Minnesota for many or a few more years?
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FACIAL HAIR: Volkstone | Mateo at Alpha Event
SWEATER: [ ERAUQS ] | Giveon at TMD Event
POSE: OMY | Nathan at TMD Event
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HAIRBASE: Volkstone | Denis
PANTS: ODIREN | Nicolas
our last trip to dc, when i was still playing with film and before this landscape made one's brain jump to a ballroom.
PADDY: "Wait for me, Scout! Wait for me!"
SCOUT: "Ssshhh! Hush Paddy!" *Puts paw to mouth.* "I can hear bees buzzing!" *Excited.*
PADDY: "I know, Scout. I can hear them too."
SCOUT: "Really Paddy?"
PADDY: "Why of course I can Scout! There are bees everywhere."
SCOUT: "I know, Paddy." *Pauses.* "But you are so... so... so..."
PADDY: "Astute, knowledgeable, Scout?" *Helpful.*
SCOUT: "Of such an advanced age, that I am surprised you can hear so well, Paddy."
PADDY: *Crumples muzzle in irritation.* "Scout!"
SCOUT: "What?!?!"
PADDY: "Scout, I will have you know that there is nothing wrong with my hearing!"
SCOUT: "I just said that, Paddy. Didn't you hear?" *Shakes head.* "See, your hearing is failing Paddy because you are so ancient!" *Nods seriously.*
PADDY: "I am not ancient, Scout!" *Indignant.* "And what have I said about passing personal remarks on other people's... or bears' ages, Scout?"
SCOUT: "But it's true, Paddy! You come from ye olden days, when the world was black and white, therefore it only stands to reason that you are ancient." *Nods.*
PADDY: "How many times must I tell you that only the television was black and white then. Everything else was in colour."
SCOUT: "Well you would say that Paddy, because there was no such thing as colour in ye olden days, so of course you thought black and white was colour." *Smiles.* "Anyway, I hear bees, so I think they are hiding in this sunflower. Let;s climb up and see!"
PADDY: "Wait Scout!" *Puts out paw to stop Scout from climbing the sunflower stalk.*
SCOUT: "What is it, Paddy?"
PADDY: "Are you quite sure they are up there, Scout? We've climbed so many sunflowers when you think you've heard bees, and so far we haven't seen any."
SCOUT: "Well of course I am, Paddy! I can hear them as clearly as... as... as a..."
PADDY: "A bell, Scout?" *Helpful.*
SCOUT: *Giggles.* "No funny old Paddy, not a bell: a bee of course! What else would a bee sound like?" *Giggles more.*
PADDY: "No, no, Scout! It's a saying."
SCOUT: "Well of course I know the bees are saying things to each other because I can hear them buzzing. We just don't speak bee language to know what they are saying!"
PADDY: "No Scout... I mean... oh!" *Sighs.* "Never mind! Now Scout, I don't want to climb a sunflower only to find it empty. There are easier ways of finding honey than climbing sunflowers and trying to follow bees. There are jars of honey for sale at the entrance to the sunflower farm. We'll get Daddy to by some."
SCOUT: "But that wouldn't be as much fun, Paddy! Let's look in this one!" *Starts climbing sunflower.*
PADDY: *Follows Scout.*
SUNFLOWER: *Rocks and sways with Scout and Paddy's movement, dislodging several bees who fly away.*
SCOUT: *Reaching top of sunflower.* "Ahh! Here we go!"
PADDY: "Do you see any bees, Scout?"
SCOUT: "I'm just looking, Paddy!" *Looks in sunflower.* "Oh no! I don't see any bees!"
PADDY: *Reaching top of sunflower.* "What? No bees?"
SCOUT: "I was sure I heard them, Paddy!"
PADDY: *Frowns.* "Maybe you are the one who needs to check your hearing, Scout!" *Shakes head.*
SCOUT: "Paddy!" *Affronted.* "How can you even suggest such a thing? I am young... and tenacious... and pretty! Young, tenacious and pretty bears don't have hearing problems!"
PADDY: "Well neither do ol... err... other bears, Scout!" *Nods seriously.* "Come on! Let's climb down. I'm tried of looking inside sunflowers for bees to follow to find honey. Let's find Daddy and we'll ask him to buy us some honey!"
SCOUT: "Oh alright Paddy!" *Bergrudging.*
PADDY: "And after we do that, we can play some hide-and-seek." *Suggestive.*
SCOUT: "Hide-and-seek!" *Excited.* "Why didn't you say so, Paddy? Let's go!"
PADDY and SCOUT: *Climb down thw stalk of the sunflower and go in search of Daddy in the field.*
My Paddington Bear came to live with me in London when I was two years old (many, many years ago). He was hand made by my Great Aunt and he has a chocolate coloured felt hat, the brim of which had to be pinned up by a safety pin to stop it getting in his eyes. The collar of his mackintosh is made of the same felt. He wears wellington boots made from the same red leather used to make the toggles on his mackintosh.
He has travelled with me across the world and he and I have had many adventures together over the years. He is a very precious member of my small family.
Scout was a gift to Paddy from my friend. He is a Fair Trade Bear hand knitted in Africa. His name comes from the shop my friend found him in: Scout House. He tells me that life was very different where he came from, and Paddy is helping introduce him to many new experiences. Scout catches on quickly, and has proven to be a cheeky, but very lovable member of our closely knit family.
Saturday last week, my partner surprised me with a belated Saint Valentine's gift and took me to the largest sunflower farm in Victoria, in the small town of Dunnstown, just on the outskirts of the provincial city of Ballarat, to photograph the flowers for a twilight session. Being in the Southern Hemisphere, I am in summer, going towards autumn and nearing the final few weeks of summer daylight savings time, so the sun doesn't set until around eight o'clock in the evening. Thus when we arrived at six, the evening was warm and we were faced with a wonderful undulating field of golden yellow sunflowers, basking in the sunshine beneath clear blue skies. It was like a great field of endless sunshine. Of course Paddy and Scout came with us in the hope of an adventure or two!
Laiken Britt’s picturesque sunflower farm was not only the first in the Moorabool Shire, but in Victoria, and remains the state’s largest, attracting thousands of people on weekends to the little town of Dunnstown whilst the flowers are in season. ‘Pick Your Own Sunflowers’ has been running for six years now. I attended for my first visit last year with a couple of dear friends.
THIS IS TWO PICTURES I PUT TOGETHER SIDE BY SIDE OF THE SAME CUB BITING THE ELECTRIC WIRE AND RIGHT AFTER HAVING DONE SO. (I know sometimes people don't like to read a long narrative.)
Some lessons have to be learned the hard way. Like in this instance where this cub decided to explore the post and electric wire that surrounds the inflatable jet boat we use to go up and down the river every day.
And as is obvious, this is exactly why there is hot wire around the boat. I'm sure you can imagine what curious and playful bears could do to an inflatable boat, LOL.
So we were standing out in front of our meal hut as a sow and her 3 cubs came up river towards us. Mom was in the water just slowly looking for salmon and her other 2 cubs were off to the right, out of the frame doing what cubs do, just exploring and doing cub business.
So this little guy decides to check out the post and wire as Tim, Dana and I just watched him with slight amusement saying "OK, don't do it little buddy, don't do it."
But as soon as those words came out of our mouths, you got it, he did it.
He bit the wire and then of course got zapped.
I decided to put these two pictures side by side together like this because most of the time no one really looks at the picture when I put one in the first comment box below. So I did it this way instead.
Tim, Dana and I were laughing pretty hard at this poor little guy's expense but you can be sure he won't be doing this again.
There are some things mamas can't teach their babies and they have to learn on their own, the hard way.
no bears were harmed in the making of this photo
Leaf Cutter Bee ~ Catford ~ South London ~ England ~ Saturday July 9th 2016.
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Put "eat chocolate" at the top of your list of things to do today. That way, at least you'll get one thing done. ~Author Unknown
The 'Put van Broekhoven' is a artificial lake, which is created when the site was excavated. The sand from the well was used to build the nearby A12 highway. The well lies in the Weijpoortse polder, and the mill is therefore named the Weijpoortste mill. It is a water-wip-mill, dated 1674. It drained the polder until 1975. It is now not longer in use, but under control of the Rijnlandse Molenstichting, a foundation that preserves all the Rijnland-mills (mills situated in the Rijnland-water board).
A mix of high and medium cloud put on a colourful display for sunrise at Umina Point, Umina Beach on the Central Coast, NSW, Australia.
I always feel rather sad when I have to put away the Christmas decorations but onward into the new year I must go! have a great day, everyone!
Just cut the head and put it on a wall
Like a hunted deer
And maybe one day you will sell it away
To a puppeteer
He'll make me a puppet for a comedy show
Kids will love my scent
But they will not notice that everything they smell is a piece of broken love
Noway, tell me this is just a part
Of a comedy TV-show or a prank
You told me that we'll only have to laugh
My eyes are sweating in regret so
Please explain
Oops, I did it again
If they don't let me play
They all go away
Hey, we're friends 'til the end
Be mine or it ends
You just can't keep a good guy down
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I have put loads of effort into prospective local Barn Owl locations over the past few months. Trying several different locations, sittng waiting for hours all for no reward. In all honesty, it can get quite disheartening.
That all changed a few days ago, with a Barn Owl at a new location, that came out and was quartering up and down past my location. This was up there as one of the best willdife encounters I have had, This bird was hunting within 20ft of me at one stage, it actually came too close for pictures.
Absolutely incredible. Just needed some sunshine.
Trinidad pier, Humboldt county, northern California. 2 photos, I went almost local this weekend, found a scenic spot, but screwed up the almost full moon exposure, flickr decided the put the version without the moon on top, probably for the better.
Dear Bill Major,
As I wrote earlier today: I re-listened, this time to some of the FIM (Frankfurt’s Indeterminables Musiqwesen) CDRs. This out-put of CDRs on the print-on-demand-label recout (here a remained selection) were launched in 1995 through my production of the CD "Endlos / Endless" – a memento "50 years after WWII" for an exhibition in Poland, for which I invited the FIM trio Parallelaktion, plus singer Corinna Mayer.
What I auditioned today was "Hot Deals" by "Imperial Hot" (Christoph Korn – gt, Bertram Ritter – dr, A23H – reeds, tp, and Casio). I do not want to describe the music. I just love the feel of these 15 year old recordings. There is also "Rent Art Quest" by the "Stern4et" (Daniel Franke – as, cl, comp, Micha Daniels – kb, Bertram Ritter – dr, A23H on bari sax, bcl and ts, comp) from some years later – a lovely birthday present those talented younger musicians gave me. It was recorded during a "Jazzferien" session I had set up at a castle in the Spessart mountains in 1999. With Micha Daniels – kb, Bertram Ritter – dr, and A23H – ts there is another beautiful session made in a Frankfurt bunker in 2000, "House of Thee". Together with Christoph Korn I had a duo "Canada dry & 20" recorded in 1992-1994 with drummer Vladimir Tarasov as a guest. Of course there is more from that period I could tell you about. For today I'll finish by mentioning "Cassini", a nine-piece band which I assembled in 1998 with members from my bands "Hale Peat", "Imperial Hoot" and the theater ensemble I put together for my Frankfurt-am-Main production of West Side Story (Harry Petersen- as, cl, Stefan Lottermann – tb, Martin Lejeune – gt, Christoph Korn – gt, Marcel Daemgen – sound system, Peter Antony – kb, Bülent Ates – dr, Günter Bozem – dr, and A23H – ts, bcl, arr). This recording sounds to me like an early version of Otomo Yoshihide’s orchestra ONJO, in which I was a member, as you know, during 2005-2007.
Alfred 23 Harth / Lindsay Cooper / Phil Minton – the three musicians on "Trio Trabant a Roma" – appeared at festivals in Moscow & Volgograd prior to this recording as members of Lindsay’s "Oh Moscow" (we hope to do a new recording in 2010). Especially for Lindsay and me, the impressions from this journey were so deeply strange that even after returning to "the West", we felt like we were still in another mental state – the "State of Volgograd." I formed this trio at the invitation of the Budapest Festival in 1990, so there is that title "et all ways Budapest." It's been twenty years now since The Wall came down. In those days, we were just beginning to see the odd spectacle of cars coming from the East mixing into traffic in Western cities. One East German car was called the "Trabant". I liked that name, since trabant also means a planet orbiting a star, so I called the new trio "Trabant A Roma". Earth was under a new "orbital tent" after the Iron Curtain had come down. It was funny to see those strange cars from the East making long distance journeys through Western Europe – finally "all ways lead to Rome!" The fourth title refers to a festival in Strasbourg where we performed (see CDR Le Cadran Bleu). At that time I also played the Farfisa organ, Casio keyboard, and other miscellaneous stuff, all part of the search to express with the strange by-products of technology emerging at that time. The trio didn't last long (until 1993), same with "Oh Moscow" which played its final concert at the London Jazz festival in 1993 due to Lindsay’s worsening illness (which I didn't know of until 1998, when Sally Potter confirmed the facts concerning Lindsay’s declining health).
It was the brief period of time after the Sovjet Union collapsed in 1991, when all of us were curious about Eastern cultures – the curiosity was mutual among those in the former Soviet bloc. Moscow TV offered to produce a filmed portrait about me in February 1992; this led to my appearance at the "Open Music" festival in St. Petersburg alongside members of the Russian musical avant-garde. The film's title "Balance Action" is taken from the name of a famous saxophone from the early Cold War years. It also refers to the "balance action" that finally led to the breakdown of the Communist regimes. In old Leningrad (freshly rechristened St. Petersburg again) I met Vladimir Tarasov. He told me that before the Wall fell, he and his compatriots were forced to smuggle my records through a narrow, secret tunnel. He also claimed that, in the old CCCP avant-garde circles, I was a celebrity on the order of Michael Jackson (probably a Russian exaggeration). In fact, I did receive one of my very first fan letters from Moscow, in 1970 – somebody who loved the "Just Music" LP (ECM 1002). With Tarasov I formed the Quasar Quartet in 1992 with Simon Nabatov (Russia) and Vitold Rek (Poland); we performed together with Dmitri Prigov. But, just as fast as it arose, this cultural exchange period ended – astonishingly quickly, compared to the decades-long span of the Cold War, which had threatened the entire globe with doom.
Because my group "Just Music" played in Prague in 1970 I knew how serious audiences loved what we brought to our music from the West – they had witnessed the disappointing Prague Spring revolution two years before and heard reflections of those heady times in our music. Since 1971 I had numerous opportunities to reach audiences throughout Eastern Europe – Dresden, Leipzig, East Berlin, Krakow, etc. Last year another listener from Prague told me how important it was for them to hear "Cassiber" in 1984. With that in mind, it is a bit sad that 7K Oaks cancelled its October tour which would have brought us to the Wroclaw festival (where I had played with "Just Music" in 1972 and with "Gestalt et Jive" in 1987).
Now I am patiently waiting at the border of Stalinist North Korea to play my music beyond the split – my heart is already there. Who knows what the ongoing imperialist wars within the holy Sufi countries will bring in context of the metastasis of capitalistic asymmetries and Western weapons mass-production…
Alfred 23 Harth, in September 2009