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Sulphur-Crested Cockatoo (Cacatua galerita) taking a drink from a tap. Sherbrooke Forest, Dandenong Ranges, near Melbourne
Title: Life Saving A.E.D. Training
Category: Patroller at Work
James Foley
Elk Mountain Patrol
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With just one of us soon to be the only one in full time employment and a major international holiday booked we have to scrimp and save every cent now
Hand made collaged postcard I found in Crewe flea market a couple of years ago fo a few pence. I like the naive quality of this coupled with terrible pun!
Brig. Gen. Kenneth E. Brandt, Chief Chaplain for the Army National Guard, presents the Four Chaplain’s medal to Capt. Rachel M. Zarnke, chaplain for the New Jersey National Guard’s 1st Squadron, 102nd Cavalry Regiment, during a ceremony at the Joint Training Center in Jordan, June 4, 2019. The medal is a U.S. Army Chaplains Corps regimental medal awarded to only one Army chaplain each year for collegial selfless behavior while rendering religious support to the military community regardless of faith or race. It is named after four Army chaplains who, during WWII, gave their lives saving civilian and military personnel as the ship they were on sank. (Army National Guard photo by Sgt. 1st Class Brian A. Barbour)
The mother squirrel's three babies had quite a tumble from their nest 20 feet up. Chasing after their loud mewling the mom checked each one and carried them back up into the waiting branches of the massive fir above. A large lilac bush had broken their falls on the way to the ground.
瑪德2號 Saving Mother Robot
The collaboration between Huan Xiao Ming and Vivian Hsu makes for a fresh pairing, and child actor Ah Duan, who is of Chinese-Brazilian heritage, is sure to shine as another highlight in the film.
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Chief R. Craig Weber, Patrolman Nick Caprio, Mayor Stephanie C. Murray and Fire Marshall Buddy Skelly. Caprio and Skelly were presented with life saving awards for their role in an aquatic rescue.
We lucked out with a really nice shady area for our Big Apple BBQ picnic thanks to Anne-Marie getting there early and saving all of us a spot.
We gorged on bbq, we chatted, we sent the boys off for dessert, we chatted and waited, this photo was taken, we chatted, and waited... and finally, an hour later (or maybe a little less), they came back. It turns out that by the time we were ready for dessert, so was the entire population of the festival, and clearly they did not plan for this. Poor Jason and Mr.P... at least we got to stay in the shade and hang out.
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We cut the the four and a half hour walk up to the Rifugio Silvio Agostini by catching a "taxi" half way up along the gorge of Val Ambiez. Run by the very friendly Bosetti Giorgio it was worth every penny, especially as I'd fractured my heel and Ben was suffering from nerve problems in his leg.
From the autumn 2016 trip to Vietnam:
Wednesday morning, October 5, the second day in Hoi An. The previous night, we arranged to tag along with a half day bus tour to My Son. (For any Chinese reading this, “My Son” comes from the Chinese…”meishan/美山”…which translates to “beautiful mountain for any English speakers reading this…which I’ll guess is everyone since I primarily write in English.)
I forget how much we paid, but I think it was 400,000 VND (~$20)/person for a small, private bus/van with a guide to come pick us up at our hotel at 8:30 – after a wonderful breakfast on the balcony – and we made our way the hour or so to My Son.
It’s not too far from Hoi An; I think I remember reading that it’s around 60 km away, so I’m not quite sure why it took an hour to get there. We stopped at 3-4 other hotels to pick up others – mostly Chinese tourists – before heading out of town. Even with that, it seemed to take a little longer than justified by the stated distance, since the roads are in great condition, in addition to having very little traffic. Really, though, this isn’t a complaint. I enjoyed seeing the countryside on the way out to My Son.
If you’ve seen my other collection from Siem Reap, you’ll know how much I love these thousand-plus year-old temples, so when I read about My Son – the capital of the Champa kingdom which ruled southern Vietnam roughly from Danang down to the southern tip of Indochina, I had to include this side trip.
Now, you absolutely cannot (or should not) compare this with the Angkor complex, and I won’t mention why here. If you can avoid comparisons, you’ll find a wonderful, small complex here. From the parking lot, you go to the very nice and informative Visitors’ Center to learn about the temples (what’s left of them) and a little of the Champa history.
After a few minutes orienting yourself to the surroundings, you walk to a bus stop and take an open bus two kilometers up the hill to the ruins. From there, you can take a loop trail – probably about a kilometer in total, if not a little farther – to see all of the ruins.
The temples aren’t named. They’re simply called “Group A, Group A1, Group B, Group C,” and so on. Group A, for example, would have a central temple and a handful of smaller ruins surrounding it. The groups are so small/condensed that it’s actually hard to know where one ends and another begins – especially with Groups A, B, and C. After a 10-15 minute walk from the bus stop, and immediately before arriving at the ruins, you pass a pavilion where they have cultural shows – which we saw – with singing and dancing, and also a concession stand/souvenir shop.
I really loved the little show and, hopefully, some of the pictures turned out well enough. It also wasn’t terribly long; about 30 minutes or so. After that, our guide finally took us through the various temples, or what’s left of them.
Sadly, many of these were destroyed – almost beyond repair – during the Vietnam War by the U.S. bombers. Sometimes, after bombing, they would follow up with Hueys and really finish things off. A French archaeologist apparently had to write a letter to President Nixon to beg him to stop destroying this particular area.
With those sad thoughts in mind, you wander around and see some rather demolished ruins, but also some renovations – almost all renovated with very, very little of the original left – but, you don’t get the feeling that this is a bad thing.
We finished at My Son and were on the bus back to Hoi An sometime around 1:00. We arrived no later than 2:00 and went straight out to get a wonderful local lunch that, for me, included a White Rose.
After lunch, we spent the rest of the day exactly as we did the day before, wandering around the exceptionally photogenic Old Town just to relax, shoot pictures, and have dinner. The weather was gorgeous for the entire day, so things turned out rather well.
That’s all for the two days in Hoi An. I would gladly come back to this town. However, the following morning, we would have another (identical) breakfast to today before bidding farewell to Madame An, Jean, and the rest of the fantastic staff at the Hoang Trinh Hotel. The Easy Riders – Mr. Trung and Mr. Trong’s nephew – would show up at exactly 8:30, as punctual as they promised – and we’d begin a new day wandering around central Vietnam on our way to Hue.
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The Pride of Beale Street, housing a bustling saloonand a hotel favored by the Orpheum Theatre crowd. Every room had a marble fireplace. Judge Gallina lived on the top floor and held court on the 2nd. The steel girders were added in 1980 as a temporary measure after fire gutted the interior. They are now an "art piece" and are probably permanent
Meanwhile, on the edge of the Trnovski gozd, trying to get as close to the starting point of our weekend bivouac in the forest... Some good time indeed!
The Old Harbor Life Saving Station was moved from Chatam to Race Point Beach in 1977 to be preserved as a museum to document the harsh life of the men who were stationed there. They were patrolling the Atlantic beaches every night and would attempt rescue if they saw any ships in distress. They saved thousands of life and became part of the Coast Guard in 1915.