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Carsington Water, near Wirksworth , Derbyshire , England
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Named after the nearby village this reservoir was created by Severn Trent Water to keep the water level in the River Derwent under ccontrol. Water is pumped up to it when river levels are high , such as in the winter months , and released back into the river as levels receed. This enables a safe level for water abstraction and treatment further downstream ensuring a water supply for the habitations in the lower Derwent Valley.
Building commenced in 1979 , but problems with the dam , meant it wasn't filled until 1992, after which it was officially opened by Her Majesty the Queen.
The reservoir and surrounding land are home to several public sports facilities including a sailing club, water sports , fishing, bird watching , walking and cycling. A visitor and information centre also has a cafe / restaurant and a few shops relevant to the reservoir .
Three Successive Rare Supermoons
As predicted by relevant experts, two supermoons will appear successively on 19th February and 21st March 2019, being two fantastic astronomical sights that follow on from the “super blood wolf moon” which appeared on 21st January.
Related information states that the term “supermoon” refers to when the full moon moves to its closest point to the earth, its perigee, at which point the moon’s diameter is 14% larger than normal and its brightness also increases by 30%—it is the largest, roundest moon visible to the naked eye. Three supermoons will appear in succession this year, which is a rarely seen astronomical sight. In actual fact, wonderful sights such as blood moons and supermoons have been making constant appearances over recent years, for example the blood moons of 2011 and 2013, the series of four blood moons that appeared through 2014 and 2015, the super blue blood moon of 2018, which also occurred 152 years ago, and the super blood wolf moon that appeared on 21st January 2019 which perfectly combined the three astronomical sights of a supermoon, a blood moon and a wolf moon, and it was hailed as the most dazzling astronomical wonder....
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"Caravaggio’s rich color palette and subtle contrast of light and dark inspired my latest collection of bags for men. There’s a return of old value. You see all these young gentlemen about. It’s a new classicism. Caravaggio is relevant today because he was conflicted but extremely brave in his choices. I wanted to create a feeling of timelessness, which only great works of art can convey.”
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So half of these characters aren't really relevant anymore but I made them anyway.
Alex Danvers: Really simple not satisfied with the hair though
Jay Garrick: Hat hair combo and the rest is pretty straight forward. Belt buckle is e-tape
Firestorm: Pretty simple and straight forward the main circle thing is 3D.
Speedy: Should kinda relevant but probably not. Quiver is sculpted but you can't tell. Will probably remake later. If Thea suits up again I will.
(more details later, as time permits)
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Sometime in 2014, I created Flickr album for photos that I had started taking with my iPhone5s; and a year later, in the fall of 2014, I started a new Flickr album for photos that I’ve begun taking with my iPhone6, and iPhone6+. But progress doesn’t stop (at least with Apple): as of October 2015, I’ve upgraded once again, to the iPhone6s and 6s+ (yes, both of them) and this new album contains photos created with those camera-phones
In last year’s Flickr album, I wrote, “Whether you’re an amateur or professional photographer, it’s hard to walk around with a modern smartphone in your pocket, and not be tempted to use the built-in camera from time-to-time. Veteran photographers typically sneer at such behavior, and most will tell you that they can instantly recognize an iPhone photo, which they mentally reject as being unworthy of any serious attention.
“After using many earlier models of smartphones over the past several years, I was inclined to agree; after all, I always (well, almost always) had a “real” camera in my pocket (or backpack or camera-bag), and it was always capable of taking a much better photographic image than the mediocre, grainy images shot with a camera-phone.
“But still … there were a few occasions when I desperately wanted to capture some photo-worthy event taking place right in front of me, and inevitably it turned out to be the times when I did not have the “real” camera with me. Or I did have it, but it was buried somewhere in a bag, and I knew that the “event” would have disappeared by the time I found the “real" camera and turned it on. By contrast, the smart-phone was always in my pocket (along with my keys and my wallet, it’s one of the three things I consciously grab every time I walk out the door). And I often found that I could turn it on, point it at the photographic scene, and take the picture much faster than I could do the same thing with a “traditional” camera.
“Meanwhile, smartphone cameras have gotten substantially better in the past few years, from a mechanical/hardware perspective; and the software “intelligence” controlling the camera has become amazingly sophisticated. It’s still not on the same level as a “professional” DSLR camera, but for a large majority of the “average” photographic situations we’re likely to encounter in the unplanned moments of our lives, it’s more and more likely to be “good enough.” The old adage of “the best camera is the one you have with you” is more and more relevant these days. For me, 90% of the success in taking a good photo is simply being in the right place at the right time, being aware that the “photo opportunity” is there, and having a camera — any camera — to take advantage of that opportunity. Only 10% of the time does it matter which camera I’m using, or what technical features I’ve managed to use.
“And now, with the recent advent of the iPhone5s, there is one more improvement — which, as far as I can tell, simply does not exist in any of the “professional” cameras. You can take an unlimited number of “burst-mode” shots with the new iPhone, simply by keeping your finger on the shutter button; instead of being limited to just six (as a few of the DSLR cameras currently offer), you can take 10, 20, or even a hundred shots. And then — almost magically — the iPhone will show you which one or two of the large burst of photos was optimally sharp and clear. With a couple of clicks, you can then delete everything else, and retain only the very best one or two from the entire burst.
“With that in mind, I’ve begun using my iPhone5s for more and more “everyday” photo situations out on the street. Since I’m typically photographing ordinary, mundane events, even the one or two “optimal” shots that the camera-phone retains might not be worth showing anyone else … so there is still a lot of pruning and editing to be done, and I’m lucky if 10% of those “optimal” shots are good enough to justify uploading to Flickr and sharing with the rest of the world. Still, it’s an enormous benefit to know that my editing work can begin with photos that are more-or-less “technically” adequate, and that I don’t have to waste even a second reviewing dozens of technically-mediocre shots that are fuzzy, or blurred.
“Oh, yeah, one other minor benefit of the iPhone5s (and presumably most other current brands of smartphone): it automatically geotags every photo and video, without any special effort on the photographer’s part. Only one of my other big, fat cameras (the Sony Alpha SLT A65) has that feature, and I’ve noticed that almost none of the “new” mirrorless cameras have got a built-in GPS thingy that will perform the geotagging...
“I’ve had my iPhone5s for a couple of months now, but I’ve only been using the “burst-mode” photography feature aggressively for the past couple of weeks. As a result, the initial batch of photos that I’m uploading are all taken in the greater-NYC area. But as time goes on, and as my normal travel routine takes me to other parts of the world, I hope to add more and more “everyday” scenes in cities that I might not have the opportunity to photograph in a “serious” way.”
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Okay, so now it’s October of 2015, and I’ve got the iPhone 6s/6s+. The the camera now has a 12-megapixel lens (instead of the older 8 MP version), and that the internal camera-related hardware/firmware/software is better, too. Obviously, I’ve got the newer iOS9, too, and even on the “old” phones, it now supports time-lapse videos along with everything else.
I’ve still got my pocket camera (an amazing little Sony RX-100 Mark IV, which replaces the Mark III I had last year), and two larger cameras (Sony RX-10 II, and Sony A7 II), but I have a feeling that I won’t even be taking them out of the camera bag when I’m out on the street for ordinary day-to-day walking around.
That will depend, obviously, on what kind of photos and videos the iPhone6s/6s+ camera actually capable of taking … so I’m going to try to use at leas one of them every day, and see what the results look like …
Like I said last year, “stay tuned…”
This is very relevant to me at the moment and I guess it was on my mind when I was going through my hard drive deciding which photo to use. My daughter is getting married next year and of course will be getting her own place. I can only hope that we have prepared her well for the journey ahead and that life is ultimately kind to her and her husband.
I get so much joy from making composites, its time consuming but great when you see it all come together. I think I enjoy the editing just a little more than I do actually taking the pics!
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Model/Natasha
Wings/Paradise234/DA
Butterflies/Lileya/DA
(Ej i ordning) Ola Rynge, Oskar Lissheim-Boethius, Calin Gherman, Carl Henrikson
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Wheels of industry, working men and taxation.
I found the following piece I added to a picture in 2013. Seven years on it is still just as relevant. I should have posted it a few weeks ago for 31st January when your tax bill has to be paid. I was surprised to get a refund of £ 100 which probably means I forgot to declare some thing. But here is the story and a lesson in economics for lefties :
Suppose that once a week, ten men go out for beer and the bill for all ten comes to £100.
If they paid their bill the way we pay our taxes, it would go something like this: -
The first four men (the poorest) would pay nothing.
The fifth would pay £1.
The sixth would pay £3.
The seventh would pay £7.
The eighth would pay £12.
The ninth would pay £18.
And the tenth man (the richest) would pay £59.
So, that’s what they decided to do. The ten men drank in the bar every week and seemed quite happy with the arrangement until, one day, the owner caused them a little problem. “Since you are all such good customers”, he said, “I’m going to reduce the cost
of your weekly beer by £20. Drinks for the ten men would now cost just £80.
The group still wanted to pay their bill the way we pay our taxes. So the first four men were unaffected. They would still drink for free but what about the other six men? The paying customers? How could they divide the £20 windfall so that everyone would get his fair share? They realized that £20 divided by six is £3.33 but if they subtracted that from everybody’s share then not only would the first four men still be drinking for free but the fifth and sixth man would each end up being paid to drink his beer.
So, the bar owner suggested that it would be fairer to reduce each man’s bill by a higher percentage. They decided to follow the principle of the tax system they had been using and he proceeded to work out the amounts he suggested that each should now pay.
And so, the fifth man, like the first four, now paid nothing (a 100% saving).
The sixth man now paid £2 instead of £3 (a 33% saving).
The seventh man now paid £5 instead of £7 (a 28% saving).
The eighth man now paid £9 instead of £12 (a 25% saving).
The ninth man now paid £14 instead of £18 (a 22% saving).
And the tenth man now paid £49 instead of £59 (a 16% saving).
Each of the last six was better off than before with the first four continuing to drink for free.
But, once outside the bar, the men began to compare their savings. “I only got £1 out of the £20 saving,” declared the sixth man. He pointed to the tenth man, “but he got £10″
“Yes, that’s right,” exclaimed the fifth man. “I only saved £1 too. It’s unfair that he got ten times more benefit than me”. “That’s true” shouted the seventh man. “Why should he get £10 back when I only got £2? The wealthy get all the breaks”
“Wait a minute,” yelled the first four men in unison, “we didn’t get anything at all. This new tax system exploits the poor”. The nine men surrounded the tenth and beat him up.
The next week the tenth man didn’t show up for drinks, so the nine sat down and had their beers without him. But when it came time to pay the bill, they discovered something important –they didn’t have enough money between all of them to pay for even half of the bill.
And that, boys and girls, journalists and government ministers, is how our tax system works. The people who already pay the highest taxes will naturally get the most benefit from a tax reduction. Tax them too much, attack them for being wealthy and they just might not show up anymore. In fact, they might start drinking overseas, where the atmosphere is somewhat friendlier."
The Parque das Nações Indígenas (Park of the Indian Nations) is located in the eastern sector of the municipality of Campo Grande, Mato Grosso do Sul, with an area of 1,163,876.98 m² and has a relevant importance in the leisure and tourism of the city. It was created through Decree No. 7,354/93, of August 17, 1993, as "a leisure, cultural and sports complex in the area, as dealt with by Decree No. 7,082, of February 26, 1993." It is administered by the Instituto de Meio Ambiente of Mato Grosso do Sul (IMASUL), an entity linked to the Secretary of State for the Environment, Economic Development, Production, and Family Agriculture (SEMAGRO).
It is bounded by Rua Antônio Maria Coelho, to the north, by Avenida Afonso Pena, to the south, by Rua Ivan Fernandes Pereira and Prof. Luís Alexandre de Oliveira (via the park) to the west and through the Prosa State Park to the east. It has six official access gates. It is an important leisure area in the city.
Het Parque das Nações Indígenas ligt in de oostelijke sector van de gemeente Campo Grande, Mato Grosso do Sul, met een oppervlakte van 1.163.876,98 m² en is van groot belang in de vrije tijd en het toerisme van de stad. Het is gemaakt met decreet nr. 7.354 / 93, van 17 augustus 1993, als een "recreatief, cultureel en sportcomplex van het gebied, zoals geregeld bij decreet nr. 7.082 van 26 februari 1993. Het wordt beheerd door het Instituto de Meio Ambiente del Mato Grosso do Sul (IMASUL), gelieerd aan de staatssecretaris voor Milieu, Economische Ontwikkeling, Productie en Gezinslandbouw (SEMAGRO).
Het wordt begrensd door de Rua Antônio Maria Coelho in het noorden, door de Avenida Afonso Pena in het zuiden, door de Rua Ivan Fernandes Pereira en Prof. Luís Alexandre de Oliveira (over het park) in het westen en door Prosa State Park in het oosten. Het heeft zes officiële toegangspoorten. Het is een belangrijk recreatiegebied van de stad.
O Parque das Nações Indígenas está localizado no setor leste do município de Campo Grande, Mato Grosso do Sul, com uma área de 1.163.876,98 m² e possui uma relevante importância no lazer e turismo da cidade. Ele foi criado através do Decreto nº 7.354/93, de 17 de agosto de 1993, como "complexo de lazer, cultural e desporto da área como trata o Decreto nº 7.082, de 26 de fevereiro de 1993. É administrado pelo Instituto de Meio Ambiente de Mato Grosso do Sul (IMASUL), entidade vinculada à Secretária de Estado Meio Ambiente, Desenvolvimento Econômico, Produção e Agricultura Familiar (SEMAGRO).
É delimitado pela Rua Antônio Maria Coelho, ao norte, pela Avenida Afonso Pena, ao sul, pelas Ruas Ivan Fernandes Pereira e Prof. Luís Alexandre de Oliveira (via parque) a oeste e pelo Parque Estadual do Prosa, a leste. Possui seis portões oficiais de acesso. É uma importante área de lazer da cidade.
El Parque das Nações Indígenas está ubicado en el sector este del municipio de Campo Grande, Mato Grosso do Sul, con un área de 1.163.876,98 m² y tiene una importancia relevante en el ocio y el turismo de la ciudad. Fue creado mediante Decreto N° 7.354/93, de 17 de agosto de 1993, como “complejo de esparcimiento, cultural y deportivo de la zona, de que trata el Decreto N° 7.082, de 26 de febrero de 1993. Es administrado por el Instituto de Medio Ambiente de Mato Grosso do Sul (IMASUL), entidad vinculada a la Secretaría de Estado de Medio Ambiente, Desarrollo Económico, Producción y Agricultura Familiar (SEMAGRO).
Limita con la Rua Antônio Maria Coelho, al norte, con la Avenida Afonso Pena, al sur, con la Rua Ivan Fernandes Pereira y Prof. Luís Alexandre de Oliveira (a través del parque) al oeste y a través del Parque Estadual Prosa al este. Tiene seis puertas de acceso oficiales. Es una importante zona de ocio de la ciudad.
Le Parque das Nações Indígenas est situé dans le secteur oriental de la municipalité de Campo Grande, Mato Grosso do Sul, avec une superficie de 1 163 876,98 m² et a une importance pertinente dans les loisirs et le tourisme de la ville. Il a été créé par le décret n° 7 354/93 du 17 août 1993 en tant que « complexe de loisirs, culturel et sportif de la zone, tel que prévu par le décret n° 7 082 du 26 février 1993. Il est administré par la Instituto de Meio Ambiente du Mato Grosso do Sul (IMASUL), une entité liée au Secrétariat d'État à l'environnement, au développement économique, à la production et à l'agriculture familiale (SEMAGRO).
Il est délimité par la Rua Antônio Maria Coelho, au nord, par l'Avenida Afonso Pena, au sud, par la Rua Ivan Fernandes Pereira et le Prof. Luís Alexandre de Oliveira (via le parc) à l'ouest et à travers le parc national de Prosa à l'est. Il dispose de six portes d'accès officielles. C'est une zone de loisirs importante dans la ville.
Il Parque das Nações Indígenas si trova nel settore orientale del comune di Campo Grande, Mato Grosso do Sul, con una superficie di 1.163.876,98 m² e ha un'importanza rilevante nel tempo libero e nel turismo della città. È stato creato con decreto n. 7.354/93, del 17 agosto 1993, come "complesso ricreativo, culturale e sportivo del territorio, come disciplinato dal decreto n. 7.082, del 26 febbraio 1993. È amministrato dal Instituto de Meio Ambiente del Mato Grosso do Sul (IMASUL), ente legato al Segretario di Stato per l'Ambiente, lo Sviluppo Economico, la Produzione e l'Agricoltura Familiare (SEMAGRO).
È delimitato da Rua Antônio Maria Coelho, a nord, da Avenida Afonso Pena, a sud, da Rua Ivan Fernandes Pereira e dal Prof. Luís Alexandre de Oliveira (attraverso il parco) a ovest e attraverso il Parco Statale di Prosa a est. Ha sei cancelli di accesso ufficiali. È un'importante area ricreativa della città.
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Der Parque das Nações Indígenas liegt im östlichen Sektor der Gemeinde Campo Grande, Mato Grosso do Sul, mit einer Fläche von 1.163.876,98 m² und hat eine relevante Bedeutung für Freizeit und Tourismus der Stadt. Es wurde durch das Dekret Nr. 7.354/93 vom 17. August 1993 als „ein Freizeit-, Kultur- und Sportkomplex in der Region gemäß dem Dekret Nr. 7.082 vom 26. Februar 1993 gegründet. Es wird vom verwaltet Instituto de Meio Ambiente von Mato Grosso do Sul (IMASUL), eine Einrichtung, die mit dem Staatssekretär für Umwelt, wirtschaftliche Entwicklung, Produktion und landwirtschaftliche Familienbetriebe (SEMAGRO) verbunden ist. Es wird im Norden von der Rua Antônio Maria Coelho, im Süden von der Avenida Afonso Pena, von der Rua Ivan Fernandes Pereira und Prof. Luís Alexandre de Oliveira (über den Park) im Westen und durch den Prosa State Park im Osten. Es hat sechs offizielle Zugangstore. Es ist ein wichtiger Freizeitbereich in der Stadt
ParquedasNaçõesIndígenasは、カンポグランデ市の東部に位置し、マトグロッソドスルの面積は1,163,876.98㎡で、街のレジャーと観光に関連する重要性を持っています。 これは、1993年8月17日の政令第7,354 / 93号により、「1993年2月26日の政令第7,082号によって取り扱われる、この地域のレジャー、文化、スポーツの複合施設」として作成されました。 Mato Grosso do Sul（IMASUL）のInstituto de Meio Ambienteは、環境、経済開発、生産および家族農業担当国務長官（SEMAGRO）にリンクされているエンティティです。
北はアントニオ・マリア・コエーリョ、南はアベニーダ・アフォンソ・ペナ、ルア・イヴァン・フェルナンデス・ペレイラと教授に囲まれています。 ルイス・アレクサンドル・デ・オリベイラ（公園経由）を西に、プロザ州立公園を東に通ります。 6つの公式アクセスゲートがあります。 市内の重要なレジャーエリアです。
قع Parque das Nações Indígenas في القطاع الشرقي من بلدية كامبو غراندي ، ماتو غروسو دو سول ، بمساحة 1،163،876.98 متر مربع وله أهمية كبيرة في الترفيه والسياحة في المدينة. تم إنشاؤه بمرسوم رقم. 7.354 / 93 ، بتاريخ 17 أغسطس 1993 ، باعتباره "مجمعًا ترفيهيًا وثقافيًا ورياضيًا للإقليم ، وفقًا للمرسوم رقم 7.082 الصادر في 26 فبراير 1993. ويديره معهد Meio Ambiente del Mato Grosso do Sul (IMASUL) ، مرتبط بوزير الدولة للبيئة والتنمية الاقتصادية والإنتاج والزراعة الأسرية (SEMAGRO).
يحدها روا أنطونيو ماريا كويلو من الشمال ، أفونسو أفونسو بينا من الجنوب ، روا إيفان فرنانديز بيريرا والبروفيسور لويس ألكسندر دي أوليفيرا (عبر المنتزه) من الغرب وعبر حديقة بروسا الحكومية من الشرق. لديها ستة بوابات وصول رسمية. إنها منطقة ترفيهية مهمة في المدينة.
“This test campaign is one of the most flight‑relevant NASA has ever conducted,” said Daniel Stubbs, an engineer with the human landing systems plume and aero environments team at #NASAMarshall.
To better understand the science of lunar landings in preparation for Artemis, a team at NASA’s Langley Research Center in Hampton, Virginia, has initiated a series of plume-surface interaction tests inside a massive 60-foot spherical vacuum chamber.
The campaign, which will run through spring of 2026, should provide an absolute treasure trove of data that researchers will be able to use to improve predictive models and influence the design of space hardware.
This work builds on years of plume-surface interaction research across NASA, including efforts at NASA Marshall testing a hybrid rocket motor.
“The data from these tests at NASA Langley will be critical in developing and validating models to predict the effects of plume-surface interaction for landing on the Moon and even Mars, ensuring mission success for the human landing systems and the safety of our astronauts,” said Stubbs.
This image shows a view of the ethane nozzle researchers are using during the first phase of testing.
Credit: NASA/Wesley Chambers
#NASA #HumanLandingSystems #Landers #NASAMoon #Moon #Mars #Artemis #NASAArtemis #BlueOrigin #BlueGhost #FireflyAerospace #Starship #SpaceX
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From the archive but relevant considering what was announced yesterday by our joint ministerial leaders. Anyhoo i like how graphic this looks and the duotone adds a nice feel to it
Light is as relevant to photography as breathing is to life. Without it photography would not exist. As of late I have been strongly focusing on how the light effects composition. In this shot, I purposefully positioned myself so that the foreground was front lit by the setting sun. The soft light that illuminated the granary was the result. A scene that would have been drab during midday became a dramatic moment captured, all because I found the light. Enjoy.
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A little history on the Woodstock typewriter: machinesoflovinggrace.com/ptf/WoodstockGallery.html
I really need to access a relevant OS map here, but as they are stored away at the moment, the following may be wrong...
According to my notes, this picture of 37008 with a northbound train was taken from Cohen's scrapyard at Tinsley on 19 April 1979. Is this view on the ex-GC line from Darnall to Rotherham Central? River Don is in the foreground and those cooling towers could be at Blackburn Meadows. Is that Templeborough steelworks too? Either way, it's a lost world.
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Scripture: Matthew 22:15-21, The 29th Sunday in Ordinary Time
Subject: Why are you testing me?
Today’s Gospel reading is relevant to us and it revolves around a simple question that Jesus asked of the Herodians and Pharisees who were questioning HIM; “Why are you testing Me?” It is a question we should ask ourselves whenever, we are confronted by individuals that are “locked and loaded” with a question in which they will use to probe, confront, and ultimately judged and label us. Why? Within the question they are asking is their “intent.”
I offer some contemporary examples:
Are you a Christian? Do you believe in God? Who are you voting for? Are you a republican? Are you a democrat? Are you pro-life? Some local favorites: Do you drink coffee? What religion are you? Are you a Christian? Don’t you believe in God?
These are just a few questions we are all to familiar with and we do understand that they are loaded with more meaning than the question implies. The motives behind these questions, and our answers, can easily allow the one asking the question the ability to unload all the baggage that is behind the question with a convenient label such as “you are a good Catholic”, “you are not a good Catholic”, “you are an atheist”, “ you are a conservative”, “you are a liberal”…and yes a local favorite, “you are a gentile.”
I want to revisit our reading again…remember...
The Pharisees are plotting how they might entrap Jesus in some way, and the unknown reality to them is that- HE knows what their intent is. They think they are smooth by building Jesus up by saying “Teacher, we know that you are a truthful man, and you teach the way of God.” In a contriving way, they ask Jesus a simple question…” Is it lawful to pay the census tax to Caesar or not?” Straightaway, because he understands their motive and intent, he asked them a question: “Why are you testing me, you hypocrites?” Without waiting for a response to his question He states, “show me the coin that pays the census tax.” Whose image is on the coin? Jesus is the one leading now. They say “Caesar’s image.” He states, “Then repay to Caesar what belongs to Caesar and to God what belongs to God.”. If Jesus had said “yes” he would have been going against most of the people and if he said “no” would have brought him into conflict with Roman authorities. You see in his answer Jesus avoided their trap.
They were amazed and his replay and went away. However, we must remember, that their original intent was to find a reason to kill him. As we know, they will keep trying until the the crucify HIM and yet they will soon learn that they are wrong-the Jesus movement has continued to our day.
What can we learn from Jesus and this Gospel reading?
Firstly, Jesus shows us what evil intent can confront us when we are citizens of two dominions-the temporal and the spiritual. As faithful Christians we maneuver between two worlds and make efforts to be loyal to both. Our loyalties are being challenged in every moment of our lives…this is our reality. More times then we would like, these worlds meet wherever a question is asked between us and another. Jesus shows us how he skillfully managed to stay loyal to both the temporal and spiritual. However, because of who “He is” we fully understand what Kingdom dominated HIS world-the Kingdom of God.
Secondly, we learn that our Christian beliefs are bigger (they transcend) the labels that get thrown around. Our secular labels are too small to contain the truths that our Christian faith entails. However, remanence of truth is found everywhere in our secular culture. When we mix the secular and the spiritual together expect confrontation and disillusionment. The effects of this are all around us. Yes, indeed these two worlds meet most visibly in the questions we ask one another. When conflict arises between spiritual and temporal powers, it is wise to keep in mind St Thomas More’s famous maxim, “The King’s good servant, but God’s first”.
But our reading challenges us to rise above the visible divisions that surrounds us. It is possible! Why every Sunday, we meet for Mass! For obvious reasons, we come into the Church quietly. We carry with us smiles, waves and kindness! Why? Because we understand that we are closer to God here than anywhere. We come into the Church a broken people and we leave with Christ in our hearts. As your deacon, after the conclusion of each Mass, I get to say to you “Go in Peace.” There are other phrases that I could use, and one is an extension of this on…”Go in Peace, glorifying the Lord by your life.” May we take up this Gospel challenge and meet those who would question us with hurtful intents, with a smile, a wave and kindness. Let us give them what they do not expect!
-rc
I knew a few people collecting these things. Mighty Muggs they were. There were a good number of them, but back in 2009, I had only wanted these particular three. I'm fairly certain that I'm not going to make a profit from these things. It seems as though all that they're good for now is collecting dust.
Venom though looks like is selling on auctions sites for at least 65usd. Maybe, I'll put it up.
Sheila Hicks is a contemporary American artist known for her innovative use of weaving and sculptural installations. Ranging from small wall hangings that the artist refers to as minimes, to enormous site-specific works, Hicks’s works blur the distinction between fine art and craft. “Textile had been relegated to a secondary role in our society, to a material that was considered either functional or decorative,” she explained. “I wanted to give it another status and show what an artist can do with these incredible materials.” Born on July 24, 1934 in Hastings, NE, Hicks learned to sew from her grandmother at an early age. She went on to study under Josef Albers at the Yale University School of Art and Architecture, where she received both her BFA and MFA. During her time at university, Hicks was awarded a Fulbright Scholarship to study and produce art in Chile. While abroad, she photographed Peruvian and Bolivian archaeological sites and studied pre-Columbian textile techniques. Moving to Paris in 1964, Hicks has been continually relevant in the contemporary art world, participating in the 2014 Whitney Biennial and the 2017 Venice Biennale. The artist continues to live and works in Paris, France. Her works are held in the collections of the Art Institute of Chicago, the Tate Gallery in London, the Stedelijk Museum in Amsterdam, and The Museum of Modern Art in New York, among others.
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Sometime in 2014, I created Flickr album for photos that I had started taking with my iPhone5s; and a year later, in the fall of 2014, I started a new Flickr album for photos that I’ve begun taking with my iPhone6, and iPhone6+. But progress doesn’t stop (at least with Apple): as of October 2015, I’ve upgraded once again, to the iPhone6s and 6s+ (yes, both of them) and this new album contains photos created with those camera-phones
In last year’s Flickr album, I wrote, “Whether you’re an amateur or professional photographer, it’s hard to walk around with a modern smartphone in your pocket, and not be tempted to use the built-in camera from time-to-time. Veteran photographers typically sneer at such behavior, and most will tell you that they can instantly recognize an iPhone photo, which they mentally reject as being unworthy of any serious attention.
“After using many earlier models of smartphones over the past several years, I was inclined to agree; after all, I always (well, almost always) had a “real” camera in my pocket (or backpack or camera-bag), and it was always capable of taking a much better photographic image than the mediocre, grainy images shot with a camera-phone.
“But still … there were a few occasions when I desperately wanted to capture some photo-worthy event taking place right in front of me, and inevitably it turned out to be the times when I did not have the “real” camera with me. Or I did have it, but it was buried somewhere in a bag, and I knew that the “event” would have disappeared by the time I found the “real" camera and turned it on. By contrast, the smart-phone was always in my pocket (along with my keys and my wallet, it’s one of the three things I consciously grab every time I walk out the door). And I often found that I could turn it on, point it at the photographic scene, and take the picture much faster than I could do the same thing with a “traditional” camera.
“Meanwhile, smartphone cameras have gotten substantially better in the past few years, from a mechanical/hardware perspective; and the software “intelligence” controlling the camera has become amazingly sophisticated. It’s still not on the same level as a “professional” DSLR camera, but for a large majority of the “average” photographic situations we’re likely to encounter in the unplanned moments of our lives, it’s more and more likely to be “good enough.” The old adage of “the best camera is the one you have with you” is more and more relevant these days. For me, 90% of the success in taking a good photo is simply being in the right place at the right time, being aware that the “photo opportunity” is there, and having a camera — any camera — to take advantage of that opportunity. Only 10% of the time does it matter which camera I’m using, or what technical features I’ve managed to use.
“And now, with the recent advent of the iPhone5s, there is one more improvement — which, as far as I can tell, simply does not exist in any of the “professional” cameras. You can take an unlimited number of “burst-mode” shots with the new iPhone, simply by keeping your finger on the shutter button; instead of being limited to just six (as a few of the DSLR cameras currently offer), you can take 10, 20, or even a hundred shots. And then — almost magically — the iPhone will show you which one or two of the large burst of photos was optimally sharp and clear. With a couple of clicks, you can then delete everything else, and retain only the very best one or two from the entire burst.
“With that in mind, I’ve begun using my iPhone5s for more and more “everyday” photo situations out on the street. Since I’m typically photographing ordinary, mundane events, even the one or two “optimal” shots that the camera-phone retains might not be worth showing anyone else … so there is still a lot of pruning and editing to be done, and I’m lucky if 10% of those “optimal” shots are good enough to justify uploading to Flickr and sharing with the rest of the world. Still, it’s an enormous benefit to know that my editing work can begin with photos that are more-or-less “technically” adequate, and that I don’t have to waste even a second reviewing dozens of technically-mediocre shots that are fuzzy, or blurred.
“Oh, yeah, one other minor benefit of the iPhone5s (and presumably most other current brands of smartphone): it automatically geotags every photo and video, without any special effort on the photographer’s part. Only one of my other big, fat cameras (the Sony Alpha SLT A65) has that feature, and I’ve noticed that almost none of the “new” mirrorless cameras have got a built-in GPS thingy that will perform the geotagging...
“I’ve had my iPhone5s for a couple of months now, but I’ve only been using the “burst-mode” photography feature aggressively for the past couple of weeks. As a result, the initial batch of photos that I’m uploading are all taken in the greater-NYC area. But as time goes on, and as my normal travel routine takes me to other parts of the world, I hope to add more and more “everyday” scenes in cities that I might not have the opportunity to photograph in a “serious” way.”
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Okay, so now it’s October of 2015, and I’ve got the iPhone 6s/6s+. The the camera now has a 12-megapixel lens (instead of the older 8 MP version), and that the internal camera-related hardware/firmware/software is better, too. Obviously, I’ve got the newer iOS9, too, and even on the “old” phones, it now supports time-lapse videos along with everything else.
I’ve still got my pocket camera (an amazing little Sony RX-100 Mark IV, which replaces the Mark III I had last year), and two larger cameras (Sony RX-10 II, and Sony A7 II), but I have a feeling that I won’t even be taking them out of the camera bag when I’m out on the street for ordinary day-to-day walking around.
That will depend, obviously, on what kind of photos and videos the iPhone6s/6s+ camera actually capable of taking … so I’m going to try to use at leas one of them every day, and see what the results look like …
Like I said last year, “stay tuned…”
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"Driftwood and Daffodils" was one blockbuster exhibit that was never intended to tour world capitals. So briefly do spring flowers flourish that the event lasted only two days.
The exhibit was a remarkable accomplishment for a fishing village in decline that had only 936 inhabitants in 2010. In fact, it's unusual for a town that small to have a well-run and well organized historical society that puts on a number of exhibits every year.
Like spring bulbs, institutions of this kind need tender loving care if they're to survive from one season to the next!
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"Driftwood and Daffodils" – March 31 & April 1, 2023
By Columbia Pacific Heritage Museum October 15, 2022
The exhibit "Driftwood & Daffodils" was hosted by the Columbia Pacific Heritage Museum in Ilwaco, Washington, from March 31 to April 1, 2023.
In October, 2022, the Columbia Pacific Heritage Museum posted a piece on its website to promote the exhibit and encourage gardeners interested in participating to plant their spring bulbs right away. Here is the relevant portion of the announcement:
The driftwood creations contest will revive a popular event from the mid-20th century. The juried daffodil show is inspired by all the beautiful displays of spring bulbs on the Peninsula over the years.
Registration for the event will be in January, but now is the time to get your daffodil bulbs planted and start combing the beach for that perfect piece of driftwood. More information along with contest rules will be announced soon. Watch the CPHM website (columbiapacificheritagemuseum.org) and Facebook page for updates.
Daffodils have long been a popular flower in local gardens. In addition to being deer resistant and one of the first signs of spring, they were grown commercially in the 1930s at the north end of the Peninsula. John Morehead was a well-known peninsula pioneer. He owned the Morehead store in Nahcotta and had an active farm off Sandridge Road where he raised cattle and grew peas and daffodil bulbs. This photograph by local photographer Charles Fitzpatrick shows the Morehead daffodil fields in bloom. Today daffodils are a symbol of the Ocean Park Village Club as they planted thousands of bulbs along Bay Avenue.
1956 was the first year for the Annual Driftwood exhibition held at the Long Beach Grange. Each year brought hundreds of entries in both the Junior and Senior divisions. Local crafters scoured the beaches for interesting pieces of driftwood. Some just cleaned them up and presented their find, others modified the pieces by adding paint, rock, netting, glass floats etc. In 1967, the last year of the show, the grand prize was awarded to a hanging driftwood mobile that was surely the highlight of a beach cabin living room!
Old-timers, if you have stories or photos of your award-winning driftwood art from days gone by, the museum would love to hear from you!
not really relevant ... but I listened to nina simone several times
while I processed more work from a return shoot at a beautiful downtown center.
yes, that center from which I was expelled recently on grounds of national security.
I love nina simone anyway but this is an anthem.
Photography without poses
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www.youtube.com/channel/UCkNYo1uLNy67xCfeyc1h-ZQ?sub_conf... The purpose of creating and assigning 5G networks
Previous generation mobile communication networks had the following purposes and functionality:
1G: Analog Voice Service
2G: Voice over digital network services, low speed data services (GPRS, EDGE)
3G: High-speed data services (HSPA), with the ability to transmit voice over IP, mobile Internet access MBB (Mobile Broadband).
4G: LTE, LTE-A Mobile Broadband MBB, Voice over Voice (VoLTE)
5G networks greatly expand the limited functionality of previous generation mobile networks. The main functional features of 5G networks are as follows:
EMBB Advanced Mobile Broadband (enhanced MBB)
Ultra-Low Latency Reliable Communication (ULLRC) Massive IoT / IIoT, mMTC (massive Machine Type Communication)
Based on these three generalized types of functionality, the whole variety of services and capabilities of IMT2020 (5G) networks is built, the most characteristic of which are shown in the figure below:
The variety of functional capabilities of IMT2020 / 5G networks. Source: Emerging Trends in 5G / IMT2020, 2016, ITU
Gigabytes per second. 5G networks can significantly increase the speed of data transmission through various radio access technologies (RAT), and by using the new 5G NR radio frequency spectra (New Radio). The user gets almost unlimited bandwidth, both for home use of various services, and for the purposes of enterprises (Immersive Telepresence, Industrial IoT, etc.)
Smart House. A wide range of different Internet of Things (IoT) services will be available for the Smart Home and Smart Building solutions: video surveillance, control and automation of household appliances, security systems management, content storage, climate control, etc.
Smart city. The Smart City solution is a horizontal and vertical scaling of the functionality and range of Smart Home services. Main services of Smart City: Safe City, e-Government e-Government, e-Health e-Health, e-Education e-Education, e-Banking e-banking, Smart Meters utilities electronic collection, Smart Grid smart grids, etc. .
New 4K / 8K video services: Volumetric video, ultra-high definition (UHD) screen, presence effect option.
Work in the cloud. The service makes it possible not only to store data in a cloud storage and retrieve it from there, but also to use application programs that work directly from the cloud. Moreover, with the possibility of them but also use applications that work directly from the cloud. Moreover, with the possibility of them
use on any device and from any location. In addition, it is possible to use APIs through which cloud service providers can provide their services to subscribers of a 5G network operator.
Augmented and virtual reality (AR / VR). The virtual reality service VR (Virtual Reality) immerses a person in another world, influencing his senses, especially his vision (VR glasses). Augmented Reality AR (Augmented Reality) service combines a real environment for a user with virtual objects. These services are suitable not only for entertainment, games, virtual communication in the "telepresence" mode, but can also significantly improve the learning process, when students using VR glasses can, for example, visually see the internal structure of a person at a lecture on anatomy, a master in the workshop can study the assembly order of a complex unit, etc.
Industrial Automation. The 5G network, coupled with the technology of the Internet of things IoT, with the help of industrial sensors IIoT (Industrial Internet of things), as well as with the help of artificial intelligence, AI (AI, Artificial Intelligence) can significantly increase the degree of automation of production. At the same time, it becomes possible in real time to analyze large volumes of heterogeneous data (Big Data) both based on the findings (insights) and using machine and deep learning (Machine learning, Deep learning).
Business Critical Applications These applications may include, for example, electronic medicine (e-Health), emergency communications (Mission Critical Communication), tactile Internet (Tactile Internet) and others.
Unmanned vehicles (Driverless Vehicles). Unmanned transport can act as part of the Smart City service, however, it can be provided on its own platform. It includes not only unmanned vehicles (driverless cars), but also unmanned tractors for “smart agriculture” (Smart Agriculture), unmanned trains for the metro and suburban railways, drones and other types of public and special transport. In addition, on the 5G platform, the implementation of ADAS (Advanced Driver-Assistance Systems) driver assistance systems is possible.
It should be emphasized that the figure above shows only some of the services and solutions of the 5G platform. Unlike the networks of previous generations, the range of services of which was strictly limited and somewhat expanded in 4G, the services of the 5G platform are synergistic and scalable, and are not limited to once defined functionality. In fact, 5G plays the role of a platform for the development of new services and DevOps applications, when new functions are created by developers (Development) in close coordination with the teams who are responsible for their implementation and operation (Operation).
In general, we can say that the 5G network incorporates not only mobile, but also fixed communication services, as well as high-speed Internet access with low latency and, in addition, specialized and corporate networks for vertical industries.
5G / IMT2020 platform versatility
Due to the fifth generation networks, it will also be possible to improve the quality of the use of existing services where large volumes of traffic are involved.
Theodore Sizer, vice president of wireless technology at Bell Labs, noted that there will be a wide variety of devices running on 5G networks. Smartphones and tablets will not go anywhere, but besides them, a whole “zoo” of various devices will appear on the network, including CCTV cameras, weather sensors, sensors of “smart” electric networks, “smart” houses and cars.
Ericsson said that 5G will usher in the long-term development of the Networked Society:
South Korean operator SK Telecom, one of the first companies to demonstrate 5G technology in action, at the initial stage of deployment of new generation networks focuses on ordinary users as the main consumers of services, company representatives told TAdviser in February 2016. Thanks to 5G, users can watch 3D-TV without glasses, download in seconds or watch UltraHD video online at high speed.
It will also be possible to use virtual and augmented reality applications at a new level, according to SK Telecom. For example, include elements of augmented reality in the educational process, creating virtual museums and models of the universe in the classrooms.
In the projects of “smart cities” 5G will allow real-time transmission of information from a much larger number of sensors at various objects. Qualcomm's senior director of product management for mobile technology, Sanjeev Athalye, notes that it will be possible to deploy a thousand sensors instead of a hundred, for servicing which there will be a sufficiently smaller number of base stations than with existing networks. These can be, for example, sensors for monitoring the state of housing and communal services objects, sensors for “smart lighting” or sound sensors installed for safety and order in the city. In the latter case, the sensors can detect suspicious or too loud sounds, and this information will be automatically transmitted to law enforcement.
New services using 5G can also be implemented in medicine. For example, to organize remote monitoring of patients. The doctor will be able to quickly receive information from special sensors and monitor the condition of patients around the clock.
Thanks to its very low latency, 5G will also open up more possibilities for remote operations using the robot. Such a service is especially relevant for small settlements where there are no surgeons in the field: controlling the manipulations of the robot, the operation can be performed by a specialist located in a completely different place. Due to 5G, such a service can be deployed in wireless networks.
The low data latency that next-generation networks can provide is also important for the deployment of smart power networks. Using sensors will allow you to instantly detect damage on the power line and block the spread of the consequences of damage further along the line. Thus, damage will affect fewer consumers of electricity.
In large manufacturing companies, in retail, logistics, 5G will make it possible to use more industrial robots that perform various functions instead of people and drones. The latter are already used in some industries, but are most often managed using Wi-Fi networks. 5G will allow you to cover a greater distance than Wi-Fi networks, and due to the low latency - increase the stability of such systems. For example, Amazon has a project to deploy a system for delivering goods using drones.
An example of services for which 5G will have an advantage is urban surveillance systems. 5G will help simplify their deployment and use. Now traffic from thousands of cameras in cities is mainly transmitted via fixed networks. To deploy such an infrastructure is not an easy task, since it is necessary to lay many wires. With 5G, you can receive terabytes of high-quality video
permissions without the use of wires.
Another example is a vehicle monitoring service in companies. Qualcomm’s Sanjeev Atali believes that with the advent of a new generation of networks, operators who provide such a service will be able to reduce its cost. This will be possible due to the fact that the cost of one 5G base station will be lower than the cost of stations for existing networks, and also due to the fact that one base station can simultaneously serve more devices, respectively, less base stations will be required for the service.
Three EA-6B Prowlers belonging to each Prowler squadron aboard Marine Corps Air Station Cherry Point conducted a "Final Four" division flight aboard the air station March 1, 2016. The "Final Four" flight is the last time the Prowler squadrons will be flying together before the official retirement of Marine Tactical Electronic Warfare Training Squadron 1 at the end of Fiscal Year 16 and the eventual transition to "MAGTF EW". MAGTF EW is a more distributed strategy where every platform contributes to the EW mission, enabling relevant tactical information to move throughout the electromagnetic spectrum and across the battlefield faster than ever before.
(U.S. Marine Corps photo by Cpl. N.W. Huertas/Released)
This is one of four pictures on a page labeled "Easter 1952."
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Some of the photos in this album are “originals” from the year that my family spent in Denver in 1952-53 — i.e., the period before Omaha, before Riverside, and before Roswell (which you may have seen already in my Flickr archives). I went back nearly 40 years later, as part of some research that I was doing for a novel called Do-Overs, the beginning of which can be found here on my website
www.yourdon.com/personal/fiction/doovers/index.html
and the relevant chapter (concerning Denver) can be found here:
www.yourdon.com/personal/fiction/doovers/chapters/ch6.html
Before I get into the details, let me make a strong request — if you’re looking at these photos, and if you are getting any enjoyment at all of this brief look at some mundane Americana from 60+ years ago: find a similar episode in your own life, and write it down. Gather the pictures, clean them up, and upload them somewhere on the Internet where they can be found. Trust me: there will come a day when the only person on the planet who actually experienced those events is you. Your own memories may be fuzzy and incomplete; but they will be invaluable to your friends and family members, and to many generations of your descendants.
Actually, I should listen to my own advice: unlike my subsequent visits to Roswell, Riverside, and Omaha I did not take any photos when I tracked down my old homes from the 1952-53 period in Denver. I did locate the second house, and I was stunned to see how it had changed over a period of 40 years: as you’ll see in the photos in this album, it was a new house, under construction, when we moved in. The only “trees” were a few scrawny saplings that my Dad planted in the front and back yard. 40 years later, the trees towered above the house … but the house itself seemed tiny, in comparison to what had seemed like an enormous mansion to an 8 year old boy.
While most of our residential occupancies last just a single year, the period in Denver lasted roughly two years. But it felt almost like two separate cities: first we lived in a rented house in the Denver suburb of Aurora; and then we moved into a new house that my parents purchased somewhere on the south side of Denver. So, as usual, I ended up going to two different schools, and developed a fairly superficial set of friendships with two different groups of kids.
So, what do I remember about the two years that I spent in Denver? Not much at the moment, though I’m sure more details will occur to me in the days to come — and I’ll add them to these notes, along with additional photos that I’m tweaking and editing now.
For now, here is a random list of things I remember:
1. While living in our first home, I finished off my second-grade school year. I did reasonably well in school on most subjects — it was a couple years later, in Roswell, that I announced at breakfast that I had mentally calculated the number of seconds in a century, in the hope that it would help me fall asleep. I rattled off the number, and when my Dad repeated the calculations on his slide rule, he shook his head and told me that I had forgotten to account for leap years. Anyway, in Denver, my 2nd-grade teacher told me I had a much more serious educational problem: my penmanship was atrocious. The school authorities insisted that I spend the summer practicing penmanship, and strongly suggested to my parents that the *real* problem was that I was left-handed. Several attempts were made to make me start writing with my right hand — all of which were dismal failures. I eventually gave up on penmanship, and began printing everything … a habit that continued until I was given a hand-me-down manual typewriter by my parents at the age of 12.
2. The summer of 1951 was hot and humid; and like many other families in the area, my mother took me and the older of my two sisters (the other one was born a year later) to a large public swimming pool (it seemed enormous at the time, but it was probably pretty small). Anyway, it was a great breeding place for germs of all kinds; and sometime in the late summer, everyone but my mother came down with polio. We were all taken off to three different hospitals; and the neighbors were so panicked that my mother might be infectious that they stopped speaking to her altogether. Miraculously, all three of us had gotten the least-virulent form of polio, and we all recovered sufficiently within a week or two that we could come home. I was fairly weak for the next couple of weeks, and had to take a hot bath every day; but aside from that, none of us suffered any no permanent effects.
3. It was late 1951 or early 1952 when we moved into the house that my parents had purchased in another part of town; I remember that my younger sister was born there on St. Patrick’s Day. As usual, I was allowed to wander anywhere I wanted, on foot or on bicycle, as long as I came home on time for dinner. One day I took a long section of rope, climbed way up into a tree a mile or two away from home, and then way out on a long sturdy branch. I tied one end of the rope around the branch, and then wrapped another part of the rope twice around my (left) hand. I swung down from the branch, intending to descend in an orderly fashion, just like I had seen firemen doing it in the movies. Unfortunately, it didn’t work: I slid helter-skelter to the ground, landing in a heap, and the rope around my hand cut through the skin, almost through the tendons, and all the way to the bone. I had to have my hand wrapped in bandages for the first month of my 3rd grade school year; and once again the Authorities tried to use the opportunity to get me to use my right hand for penmanship. Once again, they failed.
4. In the summer of 1952, I was sent off to a sleep-away camp for two weeks, somewhere in the mountains of Colorado. I have no idea why, but it was a lot of fun … until I was thrown off a horse and knocked unconscious. The camp authorities decided there was no reason to inform my parents, though my parents were rather curious when I subsequently refused to climb up on a horse wherever we went. They also noticed that I was limping when I came home from camp, which the camp authorities had apparently not noticed; I had hiked all the way to the top of a mountain with my fellow camp-mates, and I had a rock in one of my boots. It caused a blister, which got infected, and I was probably lucky that they didn’t have to amputate my foot. All in all, the camp experienced was deemed a failure, and I was never sent away again.
5. I got my first slingshot in Denver. It was not a “professional” Wham-O slingshot with natural rubber and ash wood; instead, Dad made one for me from a Y-shaped chunk of plywood, and with strips of rubber from an old automobile inner tube. I thought it was the most amazing thing I had ever seen — and immediately began shooting at every bird I could see on a telephone wire or branch of a tree. I never did hit a single one of the. (By the way, Wham-O eventually went on to achieve even more fame with its hula hoop, frisbee, and hack sack. You can read all about them here on the Internet: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wham-O )
6. The next best thing, besides a slingshot, was the top of a coffee can. They tended to have fairly sharp edges, but if you held it carefully and threw it just right, it would sail for miles and miles … at least it seemed that way. It wouldn’t return to you, a la boomerangs (which every kid had heard about, but none had ever actually seen) — but it was just like throwing a flying saucer. Unfortunately, coffee-can-tops were not readily found, especially since we kids never drank any coffee. We had to wait patiently for our parents to finish off an entire can of coffee, and then scoop it out of the garbage can when it was thrown out.
With not much else on the cards, not to mention checking the relevant trackers on my phone being nigh-on impossible without cover from the elements, this is where I left it for further spots this morning. The snow, now, has mostly melted away, and with slightly warmer temperatures on the way, that might be the last of our snowy bus photos for a while yet. Let's end on shot of ex-Newcastle 19211 forging its way along Summergangs Road. Not much to note about this motor transferred from Lincoln... maybe it might go in the opposite direction when the new electrics come around? Any day now, any day now...
If you thought Holderness Road was bad, try Summergangs Road: the final photo from today's adventures in the snow, Stagecoach in Hull's 19211, a 2007 ADL Enviro400 new to Stagecoach in Newcastle and previously running from Lincoln depot, is seen amid severe congestion along Summergangs Road on a 12 to Hull Interchange.
Fisherman at Marblehead Lighthouse State Park
Marblehead, Ottawa County, Ohio
Taken on July 6th, 2014
Published: 2016 Ohio Travel Guide
Lake Erie may be the shallowest of the five Great Lakes, but it's also the most productive. There is nothing like fishing in the walleye capital of the world. Any angler will have a great time here. Fish to catch include Walleye, Yellow Perch, and my favorite the Largemouth Bass.
When making a photograph, the things that should be included are what are relevant to the experience the photographer is having. The morning I got this particular shot, I was out at Marblehead Lighthouse State Park with my brother. Even though the lighthouse is what draws most people to this place, it didn't really get my attention this time. What did get my attention was how rough the waves were, and the fishermen on the shores of limestone. These were relevant to the experience I had at the park and so these are what I decided to include in the photograph. The fisherman, and the waves. With the waves being so rough, I had to stay back a bit from the water so my camera wouldn't get wet. After firing a few shots, I was able to get this exposure which pulled it all together for me.
Searching for something this morning and finding myself still in a mood to cross-dress but not actually being able to do so I came across this article I wrote for a transvestite magazine which was published in 2012. I felt it rather relevant to my current desires and situation so I thought I would share it here.
My photo narratives are frequently the recipient of negative responses so I would say this is purely my own point of view and outlook, it's personal to me so others will undoubtedly feel different about what I say and how I deal with my limited opportunities to indulge in my transvestism. I am experiencing a need just now to talk openly so this photo page is my outlet, I hope I can be forgiven my indulgence and my delusion that others may be interested in the issues I write about. It's just...well, it;s good to talk :-)
Okay so here is the (long) article from 2012:
Managing the desire by Helene Barclay
Being a transvestite is not always easy. It’s a cocktail of highs and lows, excitement and fears, joy and angst, exploration and withdrawal, a world of paradoxes, confusions, thrills and often a degree of recklessness. Left unchecked the desire to dress and appear as a woman can potentially take over and possibly lead to personal ruin. This need not be the case as ruin can be easily avoided but it requires a degree of management and compromise but one that long term is worth engaging with.
Transvestites are actually very different to each other, especially in coping and dealing with the in built desire to dress as a woman. At the extremes there are those who loathe their desire and either suppress it or dress as women very privately and then there are those who are completely open and dress as women with no inhibition and complete confidence and venture out into the world very happily presenting as a female. The only certainty we all share in common is we are men that like to wear women's clothing.
Cross-dressing can give rise to certain emotions and experiences that as men we have concerns about. For example many in wider society consider men who dress up as women to be homosexual. Heterosexual cross-dressers are fearful of this as they love to become women yet are not attracted to men and do not feel comfortable having their sexuality questioned yet know they enjoy being feminine. It’s one of the many paradoxes faced by transvestites.
There are homosexual cross-dressers as well as bi-sexual and heterosexual, we cover the whole spectrum like any other social group. Cross-dressing is a desire that can bring a lot of reward and fulfillment and not something one can escape easily. It can be sexually very exciting and this can cause concerns with some transvestites as they feel bad for being aroused and deriving pleasure from it. Over time, the sexual aspects may fade but should be accepted as part of the whole experience if arousal does occur. After all, I think dressing up and trying to portray oneself as a woman is a very erotic thing to do.
Yet another cross-dressing paradox is a reckless desire to dress as a woman all of the time. I should add the caveat I am talking about transvestites and not transsexuals. My focus is on men who enjoy dressing up as women. Of course for some of us, I include myself here, there is a definite element of being transsexual but often not powerful enough to follow the path to transitioning into a woman through surgery and hormones.
Recklessness can increase as one cross-dresses more and more to the point of self destruction if not contained. It is also very easy to become selfish when engaging in transvestite indulgences and focus only on your own desires.
I will admit I was excessive in my early cross-dressing period by continuously buying dresses, makeup, wigs, high heel shoes, perfumes and jewellery. My spending began to impact on the income I usually provided for my wife and family. I would see a dress and buy it, I would see a pair of shoes I adored and buy them. I began to think I should be dressed as a woman all day and thought of little else, it became a consuming self obsessed pursuit and was completely selfish as I began to jeopardise the security of those whom I hold precious in my life. Yet, here I was diverting funds to my own desires at their expense. I am deeply ashamed by my actions and have deep regrets but I feel grateful I did come to my senses and stop the excesses. It was a moment when a shop assistant remarked as I was buying a beautiful dress and she was sure my wife would love it. I felt suddenly ashamed as the dress was for me, and it was far too expensive to be indulging in such a luxury when others relied upon me and I had thought I was committed to providing for them. I realised I was selfish and could ill afford to be buying such clothing at the expense of the family I adore.
I was shaken by the experience and still burn inside at my actions and cringe at my behaviour in those days.
Another development was further recklessness in that I had this increasing desire to blurt out that I was a transvestite. For some reason I wanted to tell everyone I dressed up as a woman. Fortunately this was nipped in the bud by a dose of reality from a woman who helped shape my transvestite life into a more fulfilling and enjoyable pursuit. It was Lorraine Walker of the dressing service ‘Hide & Sleek’ in Fife, Scotland that put me on the road to getting the most enjoyment out of my desire to cross-dress without impacting on my family. Her first bit of advice when I mentioned my urge to tell the world I dressed up as a woman was why? Why did people need to know? If someone has no need to know then don’t tell them. She was right! I owe her more than I have ever expressed. That advice pulled me up and set me thinking about how I could enjoy being a transvestite but not cause further distress or jeopardy to my family and friends.
I realised the key to being a contented transvestite was to be grounded, be realistic about it and to achieve that required I manage the desire and that I accept compromises. I love my wife and my family and actually have a life I have no wish to lose. For awhile I almost blew it and stood to lose a lot and cause great upset to loved ones. I also know I am a transvestite for life. I tried to suppress the desire for over twenty years and now know it is impossible. I am a transvestite, I will always be a transvestite. I am I realise, a transvestite for life, I cannot escape that, it is a fundamental part of who I am.
I will freely admit I love to become a woman, I adore it, I feel so at home presenting myself as a female. I gain joy and contentment and always feel euphoric and truly exhilarated when I dress up as a woman. When I am cross-dressed I want to remain a woman forever, the emotional intoxication is powerful and I believe with all my being I must remain female forever as this is the real me. Yet...a few hours later that all consuming emotional mindset is receding and I’m happy and not at all disappointed to return to being a man.
I have come to accept that these powerful moments I always experience are now part of being the transvestite I am. I can now lose myself in them when they occur as I know the course it will take. I gain a lot from freeing myself to embrace them when they occur without fear they will divert me from the life I have built and enjoy.
I now rarely get to cross-dress as my family commitments require more of my time but I love this as I know that life means more to me than my inner desire to be a woman. I do have to give up on opportunities I hoped to have to dress as a woman but I feel very fortunate that I do get to cross-dress at some point. I feel very lucky that my family tolerate this and I am allowed to shave my legs, chest, arms and pluck my eyebrows. Not many transvestites are able to do this without issue with partners and family. It is all part of the compromise, their concession to me.
I won’t deny my biggest selfish high in life always occurs when I dress up as my female alter ego Helene, for a few hours I am on the adventure of my life as to be a man who pretends to be a woman is an experience I find beyond compare.
I feel a lot more relaxed and confident and fulfilled since I began to manage my cross-dressing desires. They do occur, quite powerfully buy often at times I know I cannot indulge so they have to be ignored. I still feel contented as I know I am able to dress as a woman at some point. It may not be right when I feel the urge to do so but it will happen, that is a good thing I find.
Compromise is probably the biggest thing that has increased my fun as a transvestite. I have a smaller more manageable female wardrobe now with classic, hopefully timeless styles, so I rarely buy any female clothes.The family finances are not threatened by my selfish actions anymore and this makes me feel better about becoming Helene.
My point in all of this is I urge others to avoid becoming selfish, you can easily fall into such a scenario and to put family and loved ones first before anything involving ones desire to cross-dress. This ensures when you do cross-dress you are confident you are not impacting too greatly on people close to you. There is always a consequence from cross-dressing but minimising it’s effects is an aim worth pursuing.
I would also say it is worth accepting oneself for who you are rather than denying your own feelings. I am confident now with my own sexuality so that I can now become a woman in a much more confident way. I do enjoy being a woman so like to act as if I am female so I like being admired as a woman by men. Despite my vanity enjoying the male attention when I’m Helene I am not homosexual so I feel more confident as a person. I mention this as I used to have a lot of issues as I found it difficult to accept I could enjoy male attention when I felt I was heterosexual. I now feel it is part of being Helene, the female side of me. To me I am female when I dress as one so being admired by men is acceptable. Obviously deep down I know I’m a man so I know my boundaries. However, they are only my boundaries, I think sexuality is down to each individual and so your own feelings will be different to my own. Again, the point I am trying to make is accept yourself and don’t torture yourself about your sexuality.
Careful management of your transvestite activities will I believe result in a lot more fun, daring and adventure when you cross-dress as you have set out your parameters and know you will be gaining from the activity whilst minimising the effects it has on partners and family. I feel there considerations should always be factored in before engaging in any cross-dressing opportunities.
Helene Barclay, April 2012
e-mail: helene_barclay@yahoo.co.uk
In spring, the axis of the Earth is increasing its tilt toward the Sun and the length of daylight rapidly increases for the relevant hemisphere. The hemisphere begins to warm significantly causing new plant growth to "spring forth," giving the season its name.
This picture is labeled "Eddie & Kathy Freeland [a next-door neighbor, I think, when we lived in a different part of Denver during 1947-50], at the Denver Zoo, Summer '51".
That's probably Kathy in the foreground, and me immediately behind her.
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Some of the photos in this album are “originals” from the year that my family spent in Denver in 1952-53 — i.e., the period before Omaha, before Riverside, and before Roswell (which you may have seen already in my Flickr archives). I went back nearly 40 years later, as part of some research that I was doing for a novel called Do-Overs, the beginning of which can be found here on my website
www.yourdon.com/personal/fiction/doovers/index.html
and the relevant chapter (concerning Denver) can be found here:
www.yourdon.com/personal/fiction/doovers/chapters/ch6.html
Before I get into the details, let me make a strong request — if you’re looking at these photos, and if you are getting any enjoyment at all of this brief look at some mundane Americana from 60+ years ago: find a similar episode in your own life, and write it down. Gather the pictures, clean them up, and upload them somewhere on the Internet where they can be found. Trust me: there will come a day when the only person on the planet who actually experienced those events is you. Your own memories may be fuzzy and incomplete; but they will be invaluable to your friends and family members, and to many generations of your descendants.
Actually, I should listen to my own advice: unlike my subsequent visits to Roswell, Riverside, and Omaha I did not take any photos when I tracked down my old homes from the 1952-53 period in Denver. I did locate the second house, and I was stunned to see how it had changed over a period of 40 years: as you’ll see in the photos in this album, it was a new house, under construction, when we moved in. The only “trees” were a few scrawny saplings that my Dad planted in the front and back yard. 40 years later, the trees towered above the house … but the house itself seemed tiny, in comparison to what had seemed like an enormous mansion to an 8 year old boy.
While most of our residential occupancies last just a single year, the period in Denver lasted roughly two years. But it felt almost like two separate cities: first we lived in a rented house in the Denver suburb of Aurora; and then we moved into a new house that my parents purchased somewhere on the south side of Denver. So, as usual, I ended up going to two different schools, and developed a fairly superficial set of friendships with two different groups of kids.
So, what do I remember about the two years that I spent in Denver? Not much at the moment, though I’m sure more details will occur to me in the days to come — and I’ll add them to these notes, along with additional photos that I’m tweaking and editing now.
For now, here is a random list of things I remember:
1. While living in our first home, I finished off my second-grade school year. I did reasonably well in school on most subjects — it was a couple years later, in Roswell, that I announced at breakfast that I had mentally calculated the number of seconds in a century, in the hope that it would help me fall asleep. I rattled off the number, and when my Dad repeated the calculations on his slide rule, he shook his head and told me that I had forgotten to account for leap years. Anyway, in Denver, my 2nd-grade teacher told me I had a much more serious educational problem: my penmanship was atrocious. The school authorities insisted that I spend the summer practicing penmanship, and strongly suggested to my parents that the *real* problem was that I was left-handed. Several attempts were made to make me start writing with my right hand — all of which were dismal failures. I eventually gave up on penmanship, and began printing everything … a habit that continued until I was given a hand-me-down manual typewriter by my parents at the age of 12.
2. The summer of 1951 was hot and humid; and like many other families in the area, my mother took me and the older of my two sisters (the other one was born a year later) to a large public swimming pool (it seemed enormous at the time, but it was probably pretty small). Anyway, it was a great breeding place for germs of all kinds; and sometime in the late summer, everyone but my mother came down with polio. We were all taken off to three different hospitals; and the neighbors were so panicked that my mother might be infectious that they stopped speaking to her altogether. Miraculously, all three of us had gotten the least-virulent form of polio, and we all recovered sufficiently within a week or two that we could come home. I was fairly weak for the next couple of weeks, and had to take a hot bath every day; but aside from that, none of us suffered any no permanent effects.
3. It was late 1951 or early 1952 when we moved into the house that my parents had purchased in another part of town; I remember that my younger sister was born there on St. Patrick’s Day. As usual, I was allowed to wander anywhere I wanted, on foot or on bicycle, as long as I came home on time for dinner. One day I took a long section of rope, climbed way up into a tree a mile or two away from home, and then way out on a long sturdy branch. I tied one end of the rope around the branch, and then wrapped another part of the rope twice around my (left) hand. I swung down from the branch, intending to descend in an orderly fashion, just like I had seen firemen doing it in the movies. Unfortunately, it didn’t work: I slid helter-skelter to the ground, landing in a heap, and the rope around my hand cut through the skin, almost through the tendons, and all the way to the bone. I had to have my hand wrapped in bandages for the first month of my 3rd grade school year; and once again the Authorities tried to use the opportunity to get me to use my right hand for penmanship. Once again, they failed.
4. In the summer of 1952, I was sent off to a sleep-away camp for two weeks, somewhere in the mountains of Colorado. I have no idea why, but it was a lot of fun … until I was thrown off a horse and knocked unconscious. The camp authorities decided there was no reason to inform my parents, though my parents were rather curious when I subsequently refused to climb up on a horse wherever we went. They also noticed that I was limping when I came home from camp, which the camp authorities had apparently not noticed; I had hiked all the way to the top of a mountain with my fellow camp-mates, and I had a rock in one of my boots. It caused a blister, which got infected, and I was probably lucky that they didn’t have to amputate my foot. All in all, the camp experienced was deemed a failure, and I was never sent away again.
5. I got my first slingshot in Denver. It was not a “professional” Wham-O slingshot with natural rubber and ash wood; instead, Dad made one for me from a Y-shaped chunk of plywood, and with strips of rubber from an old automobile inner tube. I thought it was the most amazing thing I had ever seen — and immediately began shooting at every bird I could see on a telephone wire or branch of a tree. I never did hit a single one of the. (By the way, Wham-O eventually went on to achieve even more fame with its hula hoop, frisbee, and hack sack. You can read all about them here on the Internet: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wham-O )
6. The next best thing, besides a slingshot, was the top of a coffee can. They tended to have fairly sharp edges, but if you held it carefully and threw it just right, it would sail for miles and miles … at least it seemed that way. It wouldn’t return to you, a la boomerangs (which every kid had heard about, but none had ever actually seen) — but it was just like throwing a flying saucer. Unfortunately, coffee-can-tops were not readily found, especially since we kids never drank any coffee. We had to wait patiently for our parents to finish off an entire can of coffee, and then scoop it out of the garbage can when it was thrown out.
Cotton Belt 819 on display at the Arkansas Railroad Museum in Pine Bluff, Arkansas.
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Some of the photos in this album are “originals” from the year that my family spent in Denver in 1952-53 — i.e., the period before Omaha, before Riverside, and before Roswell (which you may have seen already in my Flickr archives). I went back nearly 40 years later, as part of some research that I was doing for a novel called Do-Overs, the beginning of which can be found here on my website
www.yourdon.com/personal/fiction/doovers/index.html
and the relevant chapter (concerning Denver) can be found here:
www.yourdon.com/personal/fiction/doovers/chapters/ch6.html
Before I get into the details, let me make a strong request — if you’re looking at these photos, and if you are getting any enjoyment at all of this brief look at some mundane Americana from 60+ years ago: find a similar episode in your own life, and write it down. Gather the pictures, clean them up, and upload them somewhere on the Internet where they can be found. Trust me: there will come a day when the only person on the planet who actually experienced those events is you. Your own memories may be fuzzy and incomplete; but they will be invaluable to your friends and family members, and to many generations of your descendants.
Actually, I should listen to my own advice: unlike my subsequent visits to Roswell, Riverside, and Omaha I did not take any photos when I tracked down my old homes from the 1952-53 period in Denver. I did locate the second house, and I was stunned to see how it had changed over a period of 40 years: as you’ll see in the photos in this album, it was a new house, under construction, when we moved in. The only “trees” were a few scrawny saplings that my Dad planted in the front and back yard. 40 years later, the trees towered above the house … but the house itself seemed tiny, in comparison to what had seemed like an enormous mansion to an 8 year old boy.
While most of our residential occupancies last just a single year, the period in Denver lasted roughly two years. But it felt almost like two separate cities: first we lived in a rented house in the Denver suburb of Aurora; and then we moved into a new house that my parents purchased somewhere on the south side of Denver. So, as usual, I ended up going to two different schools, and developed a fairly superficial set of friendships with two different groups of kids.
So, what do I remember about the two years that I spent in Denver? Not much at the moment, though I’m sure more details will occur to me in the days to come — and I’ll add them to these notes, along with additional photos that I’m tweaking and editing now.
For now, here is a random list of things I remember:
1. While living in our first home, I finished off my second-grade school year. I did reasonably well in school on most subjects — it was a couple years later, in Roswell, that I announced at breakfast that I had mentally calculated the number of seconds in a century, in the hope that it would help me fall asleep. I rattled off the number, and when my Dad repeated the calculations on his slide rule, he shook his head and told me that I had forgotten to account for leap years. Anyway, in Denver, my 2nd-grade teacher told me I had a much more serious educational problem: my penmanship was atrocious. The school authorities insisted that I spend the summer practicing penmanship, and strongly suggested to my parents that the *real* problem was that I was left-handed. Several attempts were made to make me start writing with my right hand — all of which were dismal failures. I eventually gave up on penmanship, and began printing everything … a habit that continued until I was given a hand-me-down manual typewriter by my parents at the age of 12.
2. The summer of 1951 was hot and humid; and like many other families in the area, my mother took me and the older of my two sisters (the other one was born a year later) to a large public swimming pool (it seemed enormous at the time, but it was probably pretty small). Anyway, it was a great breeding place for germs of all kinds; and sometime in the late summer, everyone but my mother came down with polio. We were all taken off to three different hospitals; and the neighbors were so panicked that my mother might be infectious that they stopped speaking to her altogether. Miraculously, all three of us had gotten the least-virulent form of polio, and we all recovered sufficiently within a week or two that we could come home. I was fairly weak for the next couple of weeks, and had to take a hot bath every day; but aside from that, none of us suffered any no permanent effects.
3. It was late 1951 or early 1952 when we moved into the house that my parents had purchased in another part of town; I remember that my younger sister was born there on St. Patrick’s Day. As usual, I was allowed to wander anywhere I wanted, on foot or on bicycle, as long as I came home on time for dinner. One day I took a long section of rope, climbed way up into a tree a mile or two away from home, and then way out on a long sturdy branch. I tied one end of the rope around the branch, and then wrapped another part of the rope twice around my (left) hand. I swung down from the branch, intending to descend in an orderly fashion, just like I had seen firemen doing it in the movies. Unfortunately, it didn’t work: I slid helter-skelter to the ground, landing in a heap, and the rope around my hand cut through the skin, almost through the tendons, and all the way to the bone. I had to have my hand wrapped in bandages for the first month of my 3rd grade school year; and once again the Authorities tried to use the opportunity to get me to use my right hand for penmanship. Once again, they failed.
4. In the summer of 1952, I was sent off to a sleep-away camp for two weeks, somewhere in the mountains of Colorado. I have no idea why, but it was a lot of fun … until I was thrown off a horse and knocked unconscious. The camp authorities decided there was no reason to inform my parents, though my parents were rather curious when I subsequently refused to climb up on a horse wherever we went. They also noticed that I was limping when I came home from camp, which the camp authorities had apparently not noticed; I had hiked all the way to the top of a mountain with my fellow camp-mates, and I had a rock in one of my boots. It caused a blister, which got infected, and I was probably lucky that they didn’t have to amputate my foot. All in all, the camp experienced was deemed a failure, and I was never sent away again.
5. I got my first slingshot in Denver. It was not a “professional” Wham-O slingshot with natural rubber and ash wood; instead, Dad made one for me from a Y-shaped chunk of plywood, and with strips of rubber from an old automobile inner tube. I thought it was the most amazing thing I had ever seen — and immediately began shooting at every bird I could see on a telephone wire or branch of a tree. I never did hit a single one of the. (By the way, Wham-O eventually went on to achieve even more fame with its hula hoop, frisbee, and hack sack. You can read all about them here on the Internet: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wham-O )
6. The next best thing, besides a slingshot, was the top of a coffee can. They tended to have fairly sharp edges, but if you held it carefully and threw it just right, it would sail for miles and miles … at least it seemed that way. It wouldn’t return to you, a la boomerangs (which every kid had heard about, but none had ever actually seen) — but it was just like throwing a flying saucer. Unfortunately, coffee-can-tops were not readily found, especially since we kids never drank any coffee. We had to wait patiently for our parents to finish off an entire can of coffee, and then scoop it out of the garbage can when it was thrown out.