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BredaPhoto toont the state of the art van de hedendaagse fotografie aan de hand van een internationaal relevant maatschappelijk thema. Voor 2018 is de titel ‘To Infinity and Beyond’. BredaPhoto wil weten wat de impact is van de almaar voortrazende wetenschap. Brengt die louter vooruitgang? Of openen we een doos van Pandora vol met nare verrassingen? Fotografen tonen in de 8ste editie van het festival de kansen, de gevaren en de dilemma’s. Zij nemen de ruimte om te laten zien wat zich voor onze ogen afspeelt, maar durven misschien ook wel een voorzichtige voorspelling te doen van wat ons staat te wachten.
De koepelgevangenis van Breda maakte deel uit van een justitieel complex in het centrum van Breda. De voormalige gevangenis is een van drie in Nederland bestaande koepelgevangenissen. Hij huisvestte een deel van de penitentiaire inrichting De Boschpoort. Deze kende drie onderdelen: een huis van bewaring, een gevangenis en een afdeling met extrazorg plaatsen.
BredaPhoto shows the state of the art of contemporary photography on the basis of an internationally relevant social theme. For 2018 the title is 'To Infinity and Beyond'. BredaPhoto wants to know the impact of ever-advancing science. Does that only bring progress? Or do we open a Pandora's box full of nasty surprises? Photographers show the opportunities, the dangers and the dilemmas in the 8th edition of the festival. They take the space to show what is going on before our eyes, but perhaps also dare to make a cautious prediction of what awaits us.
The dome prison of Breda was part of a judicial complex in the center of Breda. The former prison is one of three dome prisons existing in the Netherlands. He housed a part of the penitentiary De Boschpoort. He knew three components: placing a house of detention, a prison and a department with extra care.
This is but a reposting of one of my images taken in Nov 2013. It is relevant here, as some of my recent followers will be aware, because I have been trying to 'reproduce' it over the past week or 2. And so it was last wed when, after a couple of days of strong winds which I was hoping would have stripped some of the leaves from the trees and a quite unexpected brief clearing of the weather, conditions were looking favourable to get my shot. I only had an hour or so before I was to collect my daughter from school, but plenty of time to get the job done. I was making my way down a fairly steep, leafy slope when everything changed. The details of 'hows' and 'whys' are hazy but the 'wherefore' was finding myself at the bottom of the slope in a heap with my left leg totally useless below the knee. I could add a few other details here but for the squeamish that's all you're getting. Very long story short, I eventually got escorted to A+E and was operated on the following day for a full patella tendon rupture. I am now back at home to recuperate, my leg in a full, straight, non-flexible brace with the very real prosect of several/many months before I will be able to be out with the camera and contribute something new to Flickr. So, for that and to all my Followers and Friends, I apologise. I will of course have plenty of time to keep up to date with what you are all up to. I would like to thank Iain for his post when he first heard about the accident and for spreading the word. One perhaps more serious point I have taken from this is that it could have been so much worse. I was only a relatively short distance from home and hospital, although I had no phone signal I was able to flag down a passing car quite quickly and the weather was fairly mild. It has been quite common in the past for me to head out 'West' on my own in some dreadful conditions and be out of contact for many hours. I will certainly think long and hard before flying any more solo missions in the future.
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It wasn’t the first time I’d heard him say it, but there was no time at which those words seemed more relevant. I’d just arrived back at the campsite after a testing adventure that had taken me to the summit of Britain’s highest mountain and back, Ben Nevis. Five and a bit hours earlier I’d set off, part of a group of five on a grey July Saturday morning. Soft rain and mist wove a dampening conspiracy around us, and long before we were halfway up, the land below had vanished entirely. But it had been today or never for me on this middle instalment of three mountains in three days in the Scottish Highlands. Two of us were much faster than the other three and our brief stops to wait for them were rapidly abandoned so that we could keep on moving and stay warm. At the summit, a huge cornice of grainy snow covered the edge of the deadly north face. We didn’t stay at the top for long, huddling among the stone ruins of an abandoned shelter and taking the obligatory summit selfies. On the way down, the zip on my coat broke, and for the rest of the descent I was dogged by sixty mile per hour rain charged gusts that turned me into a sail and quickly soaked me to the core.
“The only thing that’s waterproof is skin!” said James as he peered grimly into the rain out of what I can only describe as a one man teepee. “Tea? Sausage sandwich?” I gratefully accepted, before trudging off squelchily to the campsite laundry where just about everything I had worn was poured into an industrial sized tumble dryer. Even my rucksack and ahem, yes my passport that had inexplicably been with me on the hike went in as I sat in a chair and gradually felt my senses return. It might have been July, but nobody had remembered to tell the Scottish Highlands.
James was always resourceful on these hiking adventures. The much loved patriarch of a Clydebank family, we first met him on the West Highland Way ten years ago as we hiked the hundred odd miles from Milngavie, just north of Glasgow, to Fort William. A man who seemed bigger in stature than he actually stood, he was one of those people who emanated warmth and humour behind which you could sense was a quiet layer of hidden steel. A man who earned our respect without trying to. He was accompanied by several members of his family, including his daughter Karen, who’d taken it upon herself to watch over us like a guardian angel as we made our way north through some of the most beautiful scenery imaginable. Each day we all finished at the same hostel or campsite where we would share stories of our adventures over a pint or three, and by the time we arrived in the streets of Fort William during a torrential downpour, the three of us that had started a week earlier had somehow snowballed into a group of twenty.
There were no beds at Fort William that night. We’d intended to sleep in our tents, but the campsite was flooded. A different year, but it was still July. After a lot of frantic searching, Karen appeared with the rescue plan. Alder and Anna, the young teachers from North Carolina we’d befriended and walked every step of the last two and a half days with, would be smuggled into the long since booked hotel room she and Louise were sharing, while Dave, Tom and I would sneak in with James. If James was at all disgruntled by the fact that he was about to share his long awaited hotel room with three people he’d only met a few days ago, he certainly didn’t show it. Instead, he just grinned and poured the whisky. Such effortless kindness is a rare and special thing. James had it in abundance. And since that first adventure, he’s featured in each of the ones we’ve had in Scotland.
Three years later we did the hike again, this time in a Mediterranean style heatwave. But not in July - this time we were in Scotland in May. And somehow I persuaded Ali to come with me, on what was her first ever trip to Scotland. Once again, there was James, now almost in his seventieth year, always magically producing a hip flask full of single malt at the moment it was most needed. I wondered whether there was a lorry following us - or a boat during the very long section of the trail on the remote east bank of Loch Lomond - topping up his hip flask when the rest of us weren’t watching.
Last summer we were back in Scotland for the first time in five years, invited by Alder and Anna to join them on a long overdue reunion hike along the Great Glen. Afterwards, Ali and I trekked the Rannoch Moor section of the West Highland Way alone. Back in 2018 she’d decided to skip the testing haul across the huge open wilderness and regretted it ever since, while I was more than happy to follow that path for a third time. But it turned into yet another July afternoon in the Highlands when the heavens opened and obliterated the landscape. From start to end we were soaked by bullets from the sky, although at least this time the coats kept out the worst of it as we trod the boggy twelve miles across mountain and moor. On a fine day it’s a stunning walk, but in heavy rain it’s sheer purgatory with nowhere to throw in the towel and wait to be rescued by the bus or a taxi.
A couple of days later we met up with James and his wife Joanne who’d joined Karen to visit us at our waterfront pitch on the campsite beside the east bank of Loch Lomond, not far from their home. At least the rain mostly stayed at bay for once. We spent the time drinking tea and reminiscing about those wonderful shared adventures on the trail, and the day Karen and I hiked up to the summit of Buachaille Etive Mor, only to be surrounded by yet another thick veil of suffocating fog. Also in July. Catching up with friends like these was among the highlights of a road trip that we’ll never forget. It was a surprise though to hear that James no longer touched the whisky. Even a beer was politely refused when I dug a couple of cans out of the fridge.
Three weeks ago we learned that James had died suddenly while overseas on holiday with Joanne. A heart attack we were told. He was seventy-five. It doesn’t seem that old, and nor did James. Such a generous and unassuming man. The sad news took me back to the memory of that soaking wet hike across Rannoch Moor, when I smiled through the mist as I heard his well worn mantra speaking across the hills to me in that unmistakable Clydeside accent - “The only thing that’s waterproof is skin!” He’d have loved an afternoon like this. Slàinte James. This one’s for you.
My brother Dave made a video of the 2015 hike: youtu.be/LUjhj2ojeX0?si=1cOJLsAv2Qln-O8a
And despite the fact that his was so much better, I made one of the 2018 hike: youtu.be/Qjq47Wiyko8
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“En el norte de la península ibérica, entre las localidades guipuzcoanas de Deva y Zumaya, se encuentra la llamada Ruta del Flysch, uno de los flysch más relevantes y en que mejor se aprecia su estructura, además de todas las secciones del Paleoceno, con una excelente conservación del registro fósil. Forma el Geoparque de la Costa Vasca, incluido en la red de geoparques mundiales de la UNESCO.
Más al oeste se encuentran más ejemplos como la Costa Quebrada de Cantabria en el municipio de Piélagos con la playa de la Arnía.
En el sur de la península ibérica también se encuentran formaciones de este tipo, en la unidad denominada Flysch del Campo de Gibraltar, con afloramientos en el tramo de costa comprendido entre las localidades de Algeciras y Tarifa”. (Fuente: Wikipedia).
· Los flysch son series rocosas de origen sedimentario que se compone únicamente de dos términos: uno arenoso y otro arcilloso, que se repiten indefinidamente. Esta diferencia de consistencia permite que sean erosionadas a distinta velocidad dando lugar a esas formas tan características.
· La inclinación de los estratos, que originalmente eran horizontales, se conoce en geología como “buzamiento” y en esta costa (concretamente en Zumaia) llega a alcanzar los 55º como ayuda a apreciar la fotografía.
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« Dans le nord de la péninsule ibérique, entre les localités de Gipuzkoa de Deva et Zumaya, se trouve la Route du Flysch, l’un des flysch les plus importants et où l’on apprécie le mieux sa structure, en plus de toutes les sections du Paléocène, avec une excellente conservation du registre fossile. Il forme le géoparc de la côte basque, inclus dans le réseau des géoparcs mondiaux de l’UNESCO.
Plus à l’ouest, on trouve d’autres exemples comme la Costa Quebrada de Cantabria dans la municipalité de Piélagos avec la plage de la Arnía.
Dans le sud de la péninsule ibérique, on trouve également des formations de ce type, dans l’unité appelée Flysch del Campo de Gibraltar, avec des affleurements dans le tronçon de côte compris entre les localités d’Algésiras et de Tarifa. (Source : Wikipédia).
· Les flysch sont des séries rocheuses d’origine sédimentaire qui ne se composent que de deux termes : l’un sableux et l’autre argileux, qui se répètent indéfiniment. Cette différence de cohérence leur permet d’être érodées à des vitesses différentes, ce qui donne lieu à ces formes très caractéristiques.
· L’inclinaison des strates, qui étaient à l’origine horizontales, est connue en géologie sous le nom de « plongée » et sur cette côte (en particulier à Zumaia) elle atteint 55º pour aider à apprécier la photographie.
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“In the north of the Iberian peninsula, between the Gipuzkoan towns of Deva and Zumaya, is the so-called Flysch Route, one of the most relevant flysch and in which its structure is best appreciated, in addition to all the sections of the Paleocene, with an excellent conservation of the fossil record. It forms the Basque Coast Geopark, included in UNESCO’s network of world geoparks.
Further west there are more examples such as the Costa Quebrada de Cantabria in the municipality of Piélagos with the beach of La Arnía.
In the south of the Iberian peninsula there are also formations of this type, in the unit called Flysch del Campo de Gibraltar, with outcrops in the stretch of coast between the towns of Algeciras and Tarifa.” (Source: Wikipedia).
· Flysch are rock series of sedimentary origin that consists only of two terms: one sandy and one clayey, which are repeated indefinitely. This difference in consistency allows them to be eroded at different speeds, giving rise to those characteristic forms.
The inclination of the strata, which were originally horizontal, is known in geology as “diving” and on this coast (more specifically in Zumaia) it reaches 55º as an aid in appreciating the photograph.
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Seems as if the NS 1700 has once again returned to the spotlight after no one caring about it for a few years. Here's a photo of OI-16 passing under the State Street/West Ave bridge in Sewaren last week on the Garden State Secondary with SD45-2 1700 leading 13 cars for Browns Yard.
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Dear FLICKR friends.
Unfortunately I have to take it easy on FLICKR for the time being :-(
Sad circumstances affect me and my family :-(
We have to deal with it, but it requires a lot of energy :-(
I am very sorry for the inconvenience, such as hardly posting any photos, late responses, no comments etc. :-(
But, as always and very important: ENJOY, my friends ♫♪
Gr. Clay
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A scene timeless in nature but very relevant in present...
Amtrak's Lakeshore Limited, train no.49 to Chicago, makes it's station stop on the advertised at twenty nine minutes past midnight for Buffalo-Depew, New York. Locals and tourists alike congregate on the platform made of cracked concrete...waiting to board their stainless steel 'Amcan' with service calling on Erie, Elyria, Toledo, Bryan, Waterloo, Hammond, and ultimately union station Chicago.
Folks please watch your step, all aboard!
(PS: I do not usually partake in B&W conversions for digital, but this preset looked too much like Boris Spremo's Toronto Star prints and I could not resist)
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Sorry, I'm on Holiday ... ♫♪
The internet is here too slow to work well, so posting in groups again next week :-)
ENJOY ♫♪
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Very relevant today because of the ongoing judicial review in the High Court into the takeover of 49 GP practices by the private US healthcare giant Centene Corporation. The grounds for the review are that there has been no consultation with patients.
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A squirrel dying in front of your house may be more relevant to your interests right now than people dying in Africa.
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The tree in front of my balcony is no wildlife refuge - but it's a heck of a lot better than all buildings and pavement. It calms my soul.
Taken in complete darkness using only an LED torch to hi light the relevant foreground.
Lens set to infinity manually and bulb mode used.
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This massive sculpture of metal does not seem at first glance to be relevant to London’s greatest Gardens. However the design is related to a beehive. The Hive is the design of UK based artist Wolfgang Buttress. It was originally created as the centrepiece of the UK Pavilion at the 2015 Milan Expo. It is constructed from around 170,000 parts including thousands of pieces of aluminium, each of which catch the changing sunlight. There are 1000 LED lights dotted around its core which glow and fade while a unique soundtrack hums and buzzes around you. These multi-sensory elements of the Hive are in fact responding to real-time activity of bees in a beehive at Kew. The sound and light intensity within the space changes as the energy levels in the real beehive surge, giving visitors an insight into the life inside a bee colony.
This shot is taken from the space underneath the sculpture looking up to the next level and its glass floor. I found the pictures which had people on the next level were the more interesting giving some scale. In this case it was another photographer looking down. I had just finished taking photographs when Martin Emmett another member of my local Camera Club coincidentally turned up, small world.
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Relevant lines in "You've Got to Start Somewhere," ones I don't want to ignore. Just a bit ironic, though, to be posting a reference to them on Flickr. Perhaps you'll see what I mean if you read the whole poem or its last seven lines below:
I had the idea. Put down the phone.
Earth, leaves, storm, water, vine.
The gorgeous art of breathing.
I had the idea — the hope
of friending you without electricity.
Of what could be made among the lampposts
with only our voices and hands.
—from "You've Got to Start Somewhere," by Deborah Landau
Hard to know, isn't it?, if all of the technological changes in communication of the last half century or more have made the globe more united or simply increased its fragmentation. Time to go outside to talk to a neighbor? Slow down? Start somewhere.
(for Poetography, Theme 187—Start; Literary Reference in Pictures)
Outdated/non-relevant sign - Tenderly stored away for the time being 😋
"Notice: Minimum Size Length of 14 Inches For Walleye Taken From These Waters"
Lake Ashtabula/Sheyenne River, North Dakota
March 14th, 2022
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I read this novel by Kyung-sook Shin a couple of years ago but felt that these words were relevant now more than ever. We have to be careful and our world leaders really have to be careful. We have to take responsibility and move forward but we also have to examine the ways in which we have corruption in violence in our personal lives and systematically in our society and work to eliminate these things.
Some simple examples of course are be careful how you treat people and animals. Don't eat animals or lessen your consumption of them (I've lived very happily as a vegetarian for almost 30 years and as a vegan for 5-6 years and I don't miss meat or feel that I need it to survive). Be patient with those who need more time to move or to think. Realize that you can only own your own choices and know your own stress and so when you are confronted with an unknown soul, that person may be struggling in her, his, or their own ways with a personal history that you are unaware of. Be aware that there can be a violence in actions but also in words. Be careful of the things you say and the gestures you make.
Work to end the systems of able-ism, classism and racism that keep us all imprisoned. Advocate for your communities to be accessible for all people. Donate goods, food, and money to charities that look out for our most vulnerable. Understand that racism is a complex pattern of underinvesting in neighborhoods, housing, food access, healthcare, employment, environment and access to clean air and water, and schools. Racism also profits from people of color being profiled and arrested for crimes they didn't commit and being placed into for profit prisons that white people benefit from financially.
We must also understand that these are times in which our society is most vulnerable to misleading leaders profiting off of these systems already in place in a more extreme way...so that trillion dollar bailout the US just passed...it had yet another tax cut to the top 1% hidden in it. There are especially in the US lots of loopholes and unrelated items that get sneaked into bills that are supposed to be about Coronavirus relief only. We cannot trust many of the politicians who are supposed to represent and lead us.
Here's a link to a review of I'll Be Right There in case you want to know more about this book, which I found to be a worthwhile read (As well as her other novel Please Look After Mom):
www.nytimes.com/2014/06/08/books/review/ill-be-right-ther...
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