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Even after all this time
The sun never says to the earth,
"You owe Me."
Look what happens with
A love like that,
It lights the Whole Sky.
~Hafiz (trans. D.Landinsky)
“Aliit ori’shya tal’din” Family is more than blood. Redwing was a man of respect, admiration and family. He believed in his brothers more than any trainer, he was there for them no matter what. The men under his command felt that first hand, often being treated medically by the commander himself. He wielded a blade, known as a vibrojato, gifted to him by a father who fashioned it for him after Redwing saved his son. Redwing’s mentor and tutor, Jedi Master Lee Kailon taught him and a few of his brothers of ancient species in the Unknown regions. Selfless beings, ones who would give without thoughts of receiving, in the service of pure good. These species were plentiful. But along with these peaceful stories came tales of murderous beings slaughtering all that stood near enough to strike down. He was almost one of them, losing his mother and father to a purge like these. He was saved by the council, given a home and a purpose. The republic had allowed him to live a new life, free from the fear and chaos the unknown regions were known for. He taught us that without the republic we would not be here, “We owe our lives in service of this republic, as it gave us life and will save all that it touches, FOR THE REPUBLIC!!” Kailon gave his life in service of his precious republic, the separatists brought the fear and chaos back into his life and they would pay dearly for such a mistake. Kailon took many battles by his pure determination, he was committed to his cause like no other jedi. Rarely seen doing anything between meditation, caring for his men or smashing clankas. He was a true jedi and would be Redwing’s inspiration forever, striving to serve the republic as he did, selflessly and with purpose. He wears the dark red to signify the honor his master deserves, teaching his troops the lessons he remembers like it were one rotation ago.
Valentines Day 2009...
This day is one of the most memorable days Ive ever had. It was a day filled with love, admiration, selflessness and joy. For the past month I fought so hard to save the love that meant so much to me. A love that while far from perfect at times, was the most amazing love I've had the privilege of. And in a matter of milliseconds I simultaneously destroyed it with backward thinking and logic, and broke the heart of a girl who tried so hard to let me back in... I love the woman whom I shared this day with so very much, and I will regret this poor choice of mine until the day I die. I regret all my poor choices in regards to her.
If you love someone, cherish them. Do right by them. Be selfless as much as humanly possible. and never act in ways you know will damage that love simply because you are hurt. Think about the things you say when you are upset thoroughly... It could very well be the last chance youll ever have to express yourself to that person.
I love you Priyanka and I'm terribly sorry for hurting you.
for you.
Yogi Tea Fortune Collaboration #1
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This is a collaboration with the wonderful Joel Robison This series is inspired by Yogi Tea and its individual fortunes that are on each tea bag. We thought it would an adventure to see each others interpretations of these fortunes:)
7pm each evening, the ships sound their horns and the neighbourhood echoes with the ricocheting sounds of people on their balconies, in their yards, on the street, and driving by - cheering, clapping, honking horns and creating a symphony of pots and pans being banged and clanged in recognition of the dedication, commitment, bravery, compassion of our frontline workers and the incredible stress they are dealing with in their selfless endeavours to keep us all safe and healthy. We appreciate and salute you all!!! (I'm not normally a crier but I confess, these evening salutes really choke me up.)
Happy Window Wednesday.
She is the epitome of unconditional love, she is the strength of every child, and she is the anchor for every emotion. A small dedication to all mothers for your selflessness. Happy Mothers’ Day!!!
引人注目的紅色蜻蜓停在水岸步道上，不知是歇息或者等待。
公園熙來攘往的人潮，也沒有將它打擾，彷彿一切置身度外。
The red dragonfly is docked on the waterfront trail, I do not know whether to rest or wait, The bustle of people in the park, Also didn't bother it, As if the state of selflessness.
Just playing with colours and curves in photoshop lately. There is so much I have to learn and keep up with learning. It's great to have a project to grow with.
The Spanish municipal areas are selfless, built for the people to be enjoyed by the people: Regardless of stature and financial status.
Submitted as my best shot from 2015!
Background Story: I had been living on the island of Oahu in Hawaii for over two years, by the time 2015 rolled around, but had yet to visit any of the other islands. And, with the decision to leave my career path and therefore the island made, I was on a deadline. So, one of my really selfless friends let me use him visiting as an excuse to go to the Big Island of Hawaii, which, if I had to choose an island to visit, that was the one I wanted, because VOLCANOES. So, we staid at Volcanoes National Park, literally a five minute walk away from the Halema'uma'u Crater on Kilauea Volcano, and took full advantage of the closeness to go out to the crater at night for some of the most amazing stargazing I've ever experienced. Seriously, it looked like the milky way was coming out of the crater! Like, the smoke blended in perfectly with the stream of stars, overhead. It was breathtaking (and very very cold)! I never met a lady in white with her dog walking along a path, no Pele encounters for me on the big island, but being out there at midnight, watching the earth give birth to the stars, I wouldn't have doubted for a second had I met her or her sister.
To all the courageous firefighters and first responders who tirelessly battled the recent Oklahoma wildfires, thank you. Your dedication, bravery, and selflessness protected countless lives, homes, and lands. Oklahomans are deeply grateful for your service and the sacrifices you made to keep our communities safe. You are true heroes.
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The illuminated Christus Statue shines prominently on a still dark Exhibition Road, London. No matter what your religious persuasion, the principles of kindness, love, selflessness, and service light the way and bring peace in an unsettled world.
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Let's leave a beautiful world for our children.
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Love of God is not just a feeling but always involves showing love for God by selfless service to God’s creation. The only path to salvation is by rendering selfless service to God’s creation. “Seva brings you nearer to God Through seva, you realize that all are waves of the ocean of Divinity. “When you consider work as Divine service, you can do it anywhere, at any time. It is an offering to God, an offering to the Truth. Seva is uplifting your own Self, your own people, your own world. It is embracing God’s creation”.
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Its face is permanently engraved with this subtle, potent smile,
As if a smile were the only facial gesture worth making,
And it had therefore settled into a genetic trait:
The emblem of its seductive ability
To disarm a fellow-creature -
Whom it should have been persuaded
Was its most intractable enemy -
By the only safe method: making friends.
...
And close to,
Drawn into the dolphin's force-field,
Smitten by the shamanistic glimmer
In an eye that distils a life-long exposure
To another, rarer state of things,
You too are alchemically touched -
And when asked what it was like
Will find yourself saying, 'It was beautiful,'
Unselfconscious with the obviousness of the word.
.....
At the last glimpse
Still glowing with that selfless zen smile,
Leaving you to a more familiar cold
And the dubious journey home.
Excerpts from "Falling For A Dolphin" a dramatic poem by Heathcote Williams
Yesterday, we visited my home town of Cardigan in West Wales. We called in to the town hall indoor market, where we used to run a second-hand bookstall.
These rather amazing willow dolphins were suspended from the very high rafters. I did not see Ronny, the caretaker, to ask who had made them, but I would suspect it is the same lady who made the Willow Ladies in the festival.
Living in the Cardigan Bay area, I have on occasion encountered these oh so beautiful creatures....they never fail to lift the spirits. They make me laugh and the wonder of them makes me cry.
We’re in the mountains preparing for the upcoming Grandfather Mountain Highland Games… so, it just seemed appropriate to post a beach picture. Ha! I am working on local images, though this one reminded me of things that are meaningful to me. At a local grocery store to pick up supplies Monday, I began laughing as we were walking up from the parking lot. I pointed out a bumper sticker to Joyce, “Where am I going and why am I in this handbasket?” Born a child of the Cold War, I well remember the world before it went to Hell in a handbasket as it looks lately. Oh, we had problems then, just as any generation has… but we were steeped in principles that seem no longer to exist. An overall sense of truth, reality, reason, honor, responsibility, selflessness, respect, and Godliness were more evident then than now, at least in my circles. Anarchy was apparent then, too, though not to the degree that everyone had their own ‘truth’. That defeats the very definition of truth, that which conforms to reality. ‘Reality’ is no doubt in short supply now, as many prefer to believe that reality will adjust to their proclivity. It doesn’t, and often comes back to bite those who think so. For me there’s a longing of a simpler time, with a childlike innocence and wonder. My idea of Heaven is to be a wide-eyed 5-year-old forever, but in this life, that is gone, like…
The Sand and the Foam
Dawn... like an angel
Lights on the step
Muting the morning she heralds
Dew on the grass
Like the tears the night wept
Gone long before
The day wears old
Time stills the singing
A child holds so dear
And I'm just beginning to hear
Gone are the pathways
The child followed home
Gone, like the sand and the foam
Pressed in the pages
Of some aging text
Lies an old lily a-crumbling
Marking a moment
Of childish respects
Long since betrayed and forgotten
Time stills the singing
A child holds so dear
And I'm just beginning to hear
Gone are the pathways
The child followed home
Gone, like the sand and the foam
Dawn... like an angel
Lights on the step
Muting the morning she heralds
Dew on the grass
Like the tears the night wept
Gone long before
The day wears old
Time stills the singing
A child holds so dear
And I'm just beginning to hear
Gone are the pathways
The child followed home
Gone, like the sand and the foam
Gone like the sand (gone like the sand)
Gone, like the sand and the foam
Dan Fogelberg, 1980
I struggle so deeply
to understand
how someone can
pour their entire soul
blood and energy
into someone
without wanting
anything in
return.
I will have to wait till I'm a mother.
-Rupi Kaur
To celebrate Mother's day and my sister's Birthday we went to a Butterfly Conservatory! The grounds outside the conservatory were gorgeous, parts even reminded me of Versailles.
Ruigoord (Dutch pronunciation: [ˈrœyxoːrt]) is a village in the Houtrakpolder in the Dutch province of North Holland, situated within the municipality of Amsterdam. Until the 1880s, it was an island in the IJ bay, which turned into a polder. The village is nowadays partially closed in by the Port of Amsterdam, and lies about 8 km east of Haarlem.[1]
In the 1960s the village was evacuated by the municipality of Amsterdam, which intended to extend its harbour, but the plans fell through. In 1973 the village was squatted by a group of artists who planned to make a colony there. As such it exists to this day, but is legalized nowadays. Full moon parties are regularly organised in the formerly Roman Catholic village church and every year there is the Landjuweel (Land Jewel) festival in August.
Since the early 2000s, the village has staged an annual poetry festival over the Whitsun weekend, Vurige tongen (Fiery Tongues). One of the festival's three days is always devoted to international poets. From 2003 on, a yearly Ruigoord Trophy has been awarded to individuals who have selflessly dedicated themselves to maintaining the village as an important cultural stronghold. The first such trophy was presented to Simon Vinkenoog. Three notable non-Dutch trophy holders are the late American poet and photographer Ira Cohen, the Canada-born writer Jordan Zinovich, and the Amsterdam-based American poet and writer Eddie Woods.
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Officer Chris Gomez, who was sworn in less than a year ago, is already performing selfless acts of service with compassion, empathy, and kindness.
Earlier this week, Officer Gomez responded to a call for service of a 60-year-old female causing a disturbance at Vons. She was very turned around, confused about where she was, and in need of help, as she had stolen a bag of chips out of hunger. Officer Gomez talked with her and ultimately, was able to contact a family member who could come pick her up.
Officer Gomez knew she was hungry and in need of nourishment and support, so he bought a pizza and shared it with her while they waited.
Thank you, Officer Gomez, for going above and beyond the call of duty to help someone in need. We appreciate your service.”
Credit: Ventura Police Department
The emblem of Lanyang Museum attempts to convey “The Harmony and Symbiosis between Mankind and Nature” and “Association between Mankind and History”. During initial stages of design, discussions were made among experts in museology, literature and history, natural ecology, local painters, CIS designers and dignitaries in the County before the decision was made to adopt the traditional wooden sculpture human-figure totem from the Kavalan Tribe, which most aptly expresses the above-mentioned connotations. Furthermore, the Lanyang Museum emblem also implies another meaning: countless people from all over Taiwan “selflessly contributed their efforts to make the creation of the museum possible.” Within such a small human-figure totem, it also conceals the profound respect towards them.
We'd end each day the same way - all of us watching some tv show or another, Mom on the big couch, we three sort of squished together on the love seat. She'd barely make it to the first commercial break before she was asleep.
We complained about it then - that she should just go up to her room and to bed - leave us with both couches, and not having to whisper so we wouldn't wake her. It wasn't fair - selfish, even. Why did she always get the big couch? That memory became one of those things from childhood my brother, sister, and I remembered and laughed about - and for years, it still held this subtle edge of judgement.
And then there was the day my Mom shared with me what it was really like for her to be a single mom.
She told me how it was to be young, and scared - mostly all of the time. She worried that although my Dad was wonderful - a very active parent, supportive financially - that if anything ever happened to him, she wouldn't be able to support us on her own. It kept her up at night. She took out loans and put herself back in school. She became a nurse - because nurses always had a job. Then she put herself through grad school so she could take on more responsibility, with more job security. I just thought she wanted it. She worked full time, carried a full load in school, and made dinner every night. She was at every school play, soccer game, band concert, tennis match, etc., etc. I suppose I knew at least some of it, but like I know the ground is under me - I never really thought about it - not like that.
And then - then, she told me about the couch.
She said every night she sat down intending to spend time with us. We were the most important thing in her life - she just wanted to be with us. She wanted to laugh with us, and she wanted to watch Little House on the Prairie with us. She knew we grumbled about it, and promised herself over and over she'd stay awake. But, every night, she fell asleep. She was just too exhausted. She cried when she told me. So did I.
There are a lot of ways I probably could depict my Mom as a young woman - but this - this is my Mom. My beautiful, courageous, selfless, Mom.
<3
#PryceMothersDayTribute
Poko is a very selfless little guy, he will do whatever he can to help you out, if you are feeling a little down, he will cheer you up, and that's just the way he is.
Poko can be use as decoration for your home, but he is also soft and well made to be use as a toy, great for stocking stuffer, and just sooo cute to look at!
He is made of red felt, details in pink, brown, white, yellow and blue felt. Measurements are 5 1/2(15cm) inches tall and 6 inches wide from the widest part.
All my creations are 100% carefully hand-stitched.
Today I received news that completely gutted me. An old friend of mine had died.
To say Craig Percival was an extraordinary human being and a great athlete would be an understatement. I couldn't begin to put into words or a simple photograph anything that would come close. He was a truly inspiring individual who will be so sorely missed by so many.
Aside from the many Ironman and Ultraman competitions he competed in, his greatest sporting achievement was completing 8 ironman challenges in 8 states in 8 days earlier this year. He did this selflessly to raise $80,000 for the John Maclean Foundation.
Finishing one full marathon is extraordinary, but finishing 8 in 8 days in 8 states is nothing short of superhuman.
The video in this link tells that story so well: www.nolimitsendurance.com.au/8in8in8
And this tribute from Chris Riordan says it all in a way that I just can't right now:
blog.twodegrees.com.au/uncategorized/a-final-thank-you-to...
He injured his knee in this epic challenge, and it was the complications from the operation to repair his knee that took his life so unexpectedly.
My thoughts are with his wife Lindell and his two young children, Sam and Sienna. He was a wonderful family man. Rest in peace Craig, I can't believe you are gone.
A fundraising effort is now underway to help Lindell and her children - Craig was the sole money earner. A very worthy cause:
That day is today when Dog Day is celebrated.
Dog Day celebrates all dogs, mixed and pure breed that need to be rescued each year and acknowledges family dogs and dogs that work selflessly each day to save lives. So many dogs put their lives on the line every day, for personal protection, for law enforcement, for the disabled. drug sniffer dogs and bomb detecting dogs.
Zia falls into the category of being a rescued dog and is happy to celebrate Dog Day doing something she loves, laying in the sun, watching for critters to chase (usually flies!) She hopes many dogs will be adopted into their forever homes and those dogs that serve us are given special treats and loads of love today and every day.
Love of God is not just a feeling but always involves showing love for God by selfless service to God’s creation. The only path to salvation is by rendering selfless service to God’s creation. “Seva brings you nearer to God Through seva, you realize that all are waves of the ocean of Divinity. “When you consider work as Divine service, you can do it anywhere, at any time. It is an offering to God, an offering to the Truth. Seva is uplifting your own Self, your own people, your own world. It is embracing God’s creation”.
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The Can-Y-Don, an ex RNLI Lifeboat formally named "ECJR" laid up on Loch Harport, Isle of Skye.
I've been photographing this old wooden boat for many years now ,documenting her gradual decline, and on my last visit I was lucky enough to meet up with a member of the family who own her..
Like many others I was interested in her history ...
Please read the article below..
In the early hours of 8 December 1954, most of the Scarborough fishing fleet was at sea. The weather was calm, with a gentle southeast wind and a slight swell. However, as the morning progressed, the wind suddenly strengthened, and the sea became increasingly rough. At 11:40am, the Scarborough lifeboat The ECJR, a 35-foot self-righting vessel, was called upon to escort the fishing fleet safely back to the harbour.
The lifeboat headed south and found the fishing coble near Cayton Bay, with a single crewman struggling against the worsening conditions. Securing a tow line to the Venture, the lifeboat safely guided her back to the harbour.
By this time, it was known that 10 cobles remained at sea to the north of Scarborough. With the weather escalating to a full south-easterly gale and heavy swells with breaking waves, the lifeboat ventured out again, successfully escorting the six cobles back to safety.
By 3:30pm, only three fishing boats remained unaccounted for.
The lifeboat resumed its search to the north. Soon, a message came via radio telephone that the Whitby lifeboat had escorted two of the boats into Whitby, and the remaining boat had managed to reach Whitby unaided.
At approximately 4:45pm, the lifeboat began its return journey to the harbour. By then, the sea conditions had deteriorated further, with 15-foot breaking waves caused by the ebbing tide, and visibility hampered by driving sleet. Approaching from the northwest, the lifeboat faced the wind and waves on her stern. Despite deploying a drogue to stabilize the vessel, the crew had to abort eight attempts to enter the harbour due to the tumultuous sea state.
On the ninth attempt, while running at half engine speed, an enormous wave overtook the lifeboat approximately 200 yards from the harbour entrance. The wave overwhelmed the vessel, forcing her to run submerged for about 30 yards before she surfaced, veered to port, and became uncontrollable, half-filled with water. A second massive wave struck, capsizing the lifeboat, though she immediately righted herself.
The engines had stalled, and only three crew members Allan Rennard, William Sheader, and Tom Scales remained aboard.
The other five had been thrown into the sea. While the port engine was restarted, the starboard engine failed due to ropes from the drogue entangling the propeller. As the bowman took the wheel, the crew managed to pull Ernest Eves and Jack Crawford back aboard. Tragically, as they attempted to save Second Coxswain John Cammish, another wave swept him away. Despite these challenges, the lifeboat, with its diminished crew, reached the harbour.
Coxswain John Sheader and Second Coxswain John Cammish were washed ashore within minutes. Despite the efforts of those who came to their aid and their swift transfer to St. Thomas’s Hospital on the seafront, both men succumbed to their injuries. The body of Francis Bayes was recovered later.
An investigation by the RNLI revealed that the drogue had gone missing, and its ropes were entangled around the starboard propeller, rendering the engine inoperative. Though the lifeboat itself suffered only superficial damage, the extraordinary weather conditions and operational challenges had proven overwhelming, resulting in a devastating loss.
Just days later, on 11 December, the ECJR returned to service with a newly formed crew that included the five survivors of the accident. On 13 December, a funeral service was held in this very church, attended by the widows, families, and a large congregation. The Archbishop of York delivered a heartfelt sermon.
The lifeboatmen who lost their lives were:
Coxswain John Nicholas Sheader, also known as (Jack) aged 63, who had served for 42 years and been coxswain for 10 years. He was awarded a Bronze Medal by the RNLI in 1952 for his role in aiding the Dutch motor vessel Westkust.
Second Coxswain John Cammish, aged 55, who had served with both the Filey and Scarborough lifeboats for 37 years and been second coxswain for 10 years.
Signalman Francis Bayes, aged 29, who had served as a crew member for many years.
Since that tragic day, the station has gathered annually at St Mary's church on the Sunday nearest to 8 December to honor the memory of the ECJR disaster and all other lifeboat tragedies.
Roger Buxton, Scarborough RNLI Lifeboat Operations Manager commented: 'Every year since this tragedy has been commemorated by a church service remembering their ultimate sacrifice and final act of selflessness on the first Sunday after its anniversary.
'During Scarborough RNLI’s 223-year history, the number of people rescued is in substantial but untold numbers. For all that, sixteen men have given their lives in the service of Scarborough lifeboat. They include Frank Dalton, who died in an accident three years before the ECJR in tumultuous seas on 9 December 1951. All 16 men who made the ultimate sacrifice in the history of our station are remembered during the service.
'We remember with deep respect the brave lifeboatmen and shore crew who sacrificed their lives. For some, these events may now seem like a distant memory, but to the families of the fallen, they remain ever-present. It is our duty to ensure their courage and sacrifice are never forgotten by the people of Scarborough.'
Courtesy of the RNLI..
After her service with the RNLI she was re named "Can-Y-Don" and used as a pleasure craft at Aberystwyth on the Welsh coast. Then later used for fishing of the Isle of Skye..
There is talk of having her returned to Scarborough and being restored as a memorial to the lives lost, but there is some mixed feelings about this...
Siwash Rock, also known by its Squamish name Skalsh or Slhx̱i7lsh, is a famous rock outcropping in Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada's Stanley Park. A legend among the Indigenous Squamish people surrounds the rock. It is between 15 and 18 metres tall (50–60 feet). It became known to mariners as Nine Pin Rock for its vague resemblance to a bowling pin at one point too. [source: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Siwash_Rock]
Siwash Rock is one of the most iconic of Stanley Park’s father figures. Located at a sharp bend between 3rd Beach, Prospect Point and the Lions Gate Bridge, Siwash is a rocky outcrop with a tough, twisted handful of Douglas Firs sprouting on top. Long before Lord Stanley gazed upon the lattice of rocky shores, sandy beaches and giant cedars that make up our beloved park, Siwash Rock stood ‘like a noble-spirited, upright warrior” according to E. Pauline Johnson (aka Tekahionwake), the author of Legends of Vancouver.
Whether you choose to salute Siwash Rock as an interesting, coastal formation or a monument dedicated to a selfless father figure, it’s still one of Stanley Park’s most photographed and revered attractions. The geological explanation for origins of this Vancouver icon says that Siwash Rock came to be thanks to a volcanic dike forming in the sandstone and mudstone that form the park’s foundation. Burning hot magma was forced upwards through a crack in the Earth’s surface creating an abstract-looking basalt stack. Tougher than the sandstone cliffs nearby, Siwash Rock is the only sea stack for kilometers around. [source: www.insidevancouver.ca/2013/08/22/history-of-siwash-rock/]
Stanley Park is a 405-hectare (1,001-acre) public park that borders the downtown of Vancouver in British Columbia, Canada and is almost entirely surrounded by waters of Vancouver Harbour and English Bay. The park has a long history and was one of the first areas to be explored in the city. The land was originally used by indigenous peoples for thousands of years before British Columbia was colonized by the British during the 1858 Fraser Canyon Gold Rush. For many years after colonization, the future park with its abundant resources would also be home to non-aboriginal settlers. The land was later turned into Vancouver's first park when the city incorporated in 1886. It was named after Lord Stanley, 16th Earl of Derby, a British politician who had recently been appointed governor general. Unlike other large urban parks, Stanley Park is not the creation of a landscape architect, but rather the evolution of a forest and urban space over many years. Most of the man-made structures we see today were built between 1911 and 1937 under the influence of then superintendent W.S. Rawlings. Additional attractions, such as a polar bear exhibit, aquarium, and miniature train, were added in the post-war period. Much of the park remains as densely forested as it was in the late 1800s, with about a half million trees, some of which stand as tall as 76 meters (249 ft) and are up to hundreds of years old. Thousands of trees were lost (and many replanted) after three major windstorms that took place in the past 100 years, the last in 2006. Significant effort was put into constructing the near-century-old Vancouver Seawall, which can draw thousands of residents and visitors to the park every day. The park also features forest trails, beaches, lakes, children's play areas, and the Vancouver Aquarium, among many other attractions.
On June 18, 2014 Stanley Park was named "top park in the entire world" by TripAdvisor.
[source: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stanley_Park]
Vancouver, officially the City of Vancouver, is a coastal seaport city on the mainland of British Columbia, Canada, and the most populous city in the province. The 2011 census recorded 603,502 people in the city, making it the eighth largest Canadian municipality. The Greater Vancouver area of around 2.4 million inhabitants is the third most populous metropolitan area in the country. Vancouver is one of the most ethnically and linguistically diverse cities in Canada; 52% of its residents have a first language other than English. Vancouver is classed as a Beta global city. The City of Vancouver encompasses a land area of about 114 square km, giving it a population density of about 5,249 people per square km (13,590 per square mi). Vancouver is the most densely populated Canadian municipality with over 250,000 residents, and the fourth most densely populated such city in North America behind New York City, San Francisco, and Mexico City. The original settlement, named Gastown, grew up on clearcuts on the west edge of the Hastings Mill logging sawmill's property, where a makeshift tavern had been set up on a plank between two stumps and the proprietor, Gassy Jack, persuaded the curious mill-workers to build him a tavern, on 1 July 1867. From that first enterprise, other stores and some hotels quickly appeared along the waterfront to the west. Gastown became formally laid out as a registered townsite dubbed Granville, B.I. ("B.I" standing for "Burrard Inlet"). As part of the land and political deal whereby the area of the townsite was made the railhead of the CPR, it was renamed "Vancouver" and incorporated shortly thereafter as a city, in 1886. By 1887, the transcontinental railway was extended to the city to take advantage of its large natural seaport, which soon became a vital link in a trade route between the Orient, Eastern Canada, and Europe. As of 2014, Port Metro Vancouver is the third largest port by tonnage in the Americas (displacing New York), 27th in the world, the busiest and largest in Canada, and the most diversified port in North America. While forestry remains its largest industry, Vancouver is well known as an urban centre surrounded by nature, making tourism its second-largest industry. Major film production studios in Vancouver and Burnaby have turned Greater Vancouver and nearby areas into one of the largest film production centres in North America, earning it the film industry nickname, Hollywood North. [source: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vancouver]
“Summer is a period of luxurious growth. To be in harmony with the atmosphere of summer, awaken early in the morning and reach to the sun for nourishment to flourish as the gardens do. Work, play, travel, be joyful, and grow into selfless service. The bounty of the outside world enters and enlivens us.”
Paul Pitchford
TRAJECTOIRE DE VOL D'AMAL LARHLID EN HOMMAGE À LA REINE ELIZABETH II SUIVIE PAR FLIGHTRADAR24
AMAL FLIGHT PATH IN RESPECT FOR THE QUEEN ELIZABETH II FOLLOWED BY FLIGHTRADAR24
La pilote Amal Larhlid est montée à bord de son Piper PA-28 cette semaine pour rendre hommage à la défunte reine Elizabeth II et collecter des fonds pour Hospice UK en réalisant le plus grand portrait de la reine au monde. Le vol de deux heures a couvert 413 kilomètres, créant un portrait de 105 km de haut et 63 km de large au nord-ouest de Londres.
Avant de s'envoler, Amal explique qu'elle a converti un portrait de la reine dans un format reconnu par le programme de planification de vol ForeFlight. Bien que cela ait facilité la planification de l'itinéraire, Amal a dû faire attention à l'espace aérien restreint le long de la route. Larhlid a également planifié l'itinéraire sur des cartes manuellement en guise de sauvegarde, en utilisant des points de repère.
La planification comprenait également plusieurs vols d'entraînement afin de se familiariser avec la trajectoire et les virages nécessaires. La météo a été un facteur déterminant, puisqu'elle a fait échouer sa première tentative en début de semaine.
"En tant qu'ambassadrice de Hospice UK, je voulais récolter des fonds pour une organisation qui fait un travail important et rendre hommage à un symbole de service et d'altruisme", explique Mme Larhlid. Elle vient de terminer son vol et a déjà atteint 20 % de son objectif de 5 000 £.
Pilot Amal Larhlid climbed aboard her Piper PA-28 this week to pay respect to the late Queen Elizabeth II and raise money for Hospice UK with the world’s largest portrait of the Queen. The two hour flight covered 413 kilometers, creating a portrait 105 km tall and 63 km wide northwest of London.
Before taking to the skies, Amal says she converted a portrait of the Queen into a format recognized by flight planning program ForeFlight. While that made planning the route easier, Amal still needed to be cautious of restricted airspace along the path. Larhlid also planned the route on charts manually as a backup, using landmarks.
Planning also included multiple practice flights to get the feel for flying the required track and turns. Weather was the major factor as it scuttled her first attempt earlier this week.
“As an ambassador for Hospice UK I wanted to raise money for an organization that does important work and pay respect to a symbol of service and selflessness,” says Larhlid. Having just completed the flight, she’s 20% of the way to her goal of £5000.
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Please, watch my slideshow (see the link above - as I cannot upload it here - too big for Flickr - sorry!) that I would like to share with everybody - just a little Thank You to all doctors, nurses and everybody who gives a helping hand in a selfless way to sustain and heal... to comfort and being there!
Model: Karen Johnson
Make up artist: Otoi Mercado
Lighting info: 1 SB-800 @ 1/32 camera right, 1 SB-800 @ 1/64 behind model aimed at camera left
Explore: 161 on Tuesday, December 18, 2007
For Girls Theme Week Live: 7 Heavenly Virtues
Humility (modesty, opposes Pride) Modest behavior, selflessness, and the giving of respect. Giving credit where credit is due; not unfairly glorifying one's own self.
On 6 September 2025, Parliament Square was transformed into a stage for a rare act of mass civil defiance. Beneath the gaze of Gandhi’s statue, an iconic symbol of non-violent resistance, hundreds gathered in silent protest against the British government’s decision to outlaw Palestine Action.
في يوم 6 سبتمبر 2025، تحوّل ميدان البرلمان إلى مسرح لفعل نادر من العصيان المدني الجماعي. وتحت تمثال غاندي، الرمز الأيقوني للمقاومة السلمية، اجتمع المئات في احتجاج صامت ضد قرار الحكومة البريطانية بحظر حركة "بالستين أكشن
("Palestine Action")
They stood with cardboard signs, each one hand-lettered with the same simple message: “I oppose genocide. I support Palestine Action.” Every participant knew the risk. Under Britain’s terrorism laws, even this quiet declaration could mean arrest, prosecution, and a lengthy prison sentence, as the state now brands peaceful dissent and protest as terrorism.
One man quietly handed out information leaflets to onlookers which cut through the mainstream media narrative: Israel has killed over 63,000 Palestinians in Gaza, driven 90% from their homes, and deliberately starved children by cutting off food and medicine.
International genocide scholars, the United Nations, Amnesty, Human Rights Watch, and even Israel's human rights group B'Tselem all agree: this is genocide, not “conflict.” Britain, by arming Israel and silencing its critics, is complicit in genocide.
These protesters acted with selfless courage to protest that. They acted because silence would mean complicity and because a crime of this scale cannot be ignored.
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Protest and the Price of Dissent: Palestine Action and the Criminalisation of Conscience
Parliament Square on Saturday, 6 September 2025 was a scene of quiet, almost solemn defiance. The air, usually thick with the noise of London traffic and crowds of tourists, was instead filled with a palpable tension, a shared gravity that emanated from the quiet determination of hundreds of protesters, many of them over 60 years old, some sitting on steps or stools and others lying on the grass.
They held not professionally printed banners, but handwritten cardboard signs, their messages stark against the historic grandeur of their surroundings. This was not a march of chants and slogans, but a silent vigil of civil disobedience, a deliberate and calculated act of defiance against the state.
On that day, my task was to photograph the protest against the proscription of the direct-action group Palestine Action. While not always agreeing entirely with the group’s methods, I could not help but be struck by the profound dedication etched on the faces of the individual protesters.
As they sat in silence, contemplating both the horrific gravity of the situation in Gaza and the enormity of the personal risk they were taking — courting arrest under terror laws for holding a simple placard — their expressions took on a quality not dissimilar to what war photographers once called the “thousand-yard stare.” It was a look of weary but deep and determined resolve, a silent testament to their readiness to face life-changing prosecution in the name of a principle.
This scene poses a profound and unsettling question for modern Britain. How did the United Kingdom, a nation that prides itself on its democratic traditions and the right to protest, arrive at a point where hundreds of its citizens — clergy, doctors, veterans, and the elderly — could be arrested under counter-terrorism legislation for an act of silent, peaceful protest?
The events of that September afternoon were the culmination of a complex and contentious series of developments, but their significance extends far beyond a single organisation or demonstration. The proscription of Palestine Action has become a critical juncture in the nation’s relationship with dissent, a test of the elasticity of free expression, and a stark examination of its obligations under international law in the face of Israel deliberately engineering a catastrophic humanitarian crisis in Gaza.
To understand what is at stake, one must unravel the threads that led to that moment: the identity of the movement, the state’s legal machinery of proscription, the confrontation in Parliament Square, and the political context that compelled so many to risk their liberty.
Direct Action and the State’s Response
Palestine Action, established in 2020, has never hidden its approach. Unlike traditional lobbying groups, it rejected appeals to political elites in favour of disrupting the physical infrastructure of complicity: factories producing parts for Israeli weapons systems, offices of arms manufacturers, and — eventually — military installations themselves.
Its tactics, while non-violent, were disruptive and confrontational. Red paint sprayed across buildings to symbolise blood, occupations that halted production, chains and locks on factory gates. For supporters, these were acts of conscience against a system enabling atrocities in Gaza. For the state, they were criminal disruptions of commerce.
That clash escalated steadily. In Oldham, a persistent campaign against Elbit Systems, a key manufacturer in the Israeli arms supply chain, culminated in the company abandoning its Ferranti site. Later actions targeted suppliers for F-35 fighter jets and other arms manufacturers.
These were no random acts of mindless vandalism but part of a deliberate strategy: to impose costs high enough that complicity in Israel’s war effort would become unsustainable.
The decisive rupture came in June 2025, when activists infiltrated RAF Brize Norton, Britain’s largest airbase, and sprayed red paint into the engines of refuelling aircraft linked to operations over Gaza.
For the activists, it was a desperate attempt to interrupt a supply chain of surveillance and logistical support to a state commiting genocide. For the government, it crossed a line: military assets had been attacked. Within days, the Home Secretary announced Palestine Action would be proscribed as a terrorist organisation.
Proscription and the Expansion of “Terrorism”
Here lies the heart of the controversy. The Terrorism Act 2000 defines terrorism with unusual breadth, encompassing not only threats to life but also “serious damage to property” carried out for political or ideological aims. In this capacious definition, breaking a factory window or disabling a machine can be legally assimilated to mass murder.
By invoking this law, the government placed Palestine Action on the same legal footing as al-Qaeda or ISIS. Supporting it — even symbolically — became a serious offence.
Since July 2025, merely expressing support for the organization can carry a maximum prison sentence of 14 years.
This is based on Section 12 of the Terrorism Act 2000. The specific offense is "recklessly expressing support for a proscribed organisation". However, according to Section 13 of the Act, a lower-level offence for actions like displaying hand held placards in support of a proscribed group carries a maximum sentence of six months imprisonment or a fine of five thousand pounds or both.
Civil liberties groups and human rights bodies have denounced the proscription move as disproportionate. Their concern was not primarily whether Palestine Action’s tactics might violate existing criminal law. One might reasonably argue that they did unless they might sometimes be justified in the name of preventing a greater crime.
But reframing those actions as “terrorism” represented a dangerous category error. As many pointed out, terrorism has historically referred to violence against civilians. Expanding it to cover property damage risks draining the term of meaning. Worse, it arms the state with a stigma so powerful that it can delegitimise entire political positions without debate.
The implications go further. Proscription does not simply criminalise acts. It criminalises expressions of allegiance, conscience and even speech. To say “I support Palestine Action” is no longer an opinion but technically a serious crime. The state has moved from punishing deeds to punishing expressions of solidarity — a move with chilling consequences for democratic life.
Parliament Square: Civil Disobedience on Trial
It was this transformation that brought nearly 1,500 people into Parliament Square on 6 September. They knew what awaited them. Organisers announced in advance that protesters would hold signs reading: “I oppose genocide. I support Palestine Action.” In doing so, they openly declared their intent to break the law.
The crowd was strikingly diverse. Retired doctors, clergy, war veterans, even an 83-year-old Anglican priest. Disabled activists came in wheelchairs; descendants of Holocaust survivors stood beside young students. This was not a hardened cadre of militants but a cross-section of society, many of whom had never before faced arrest.
At precisely 1 pm, the protesters all sat or lay down silently, cardboard signs raised. There was no chanting, no aggression — only a quiet insistence that they would not accept the criminalisation of conscience.
The police response was equally predictable. Hundreds of officers moved systematically through the crowd, arresting anyone displaying a sign. By the end of the day, nearly 900 people were detained under counter-terrorism law. It was one of the largest mass arrests in modern British history.
Official statements later alleged police were met with violence — officers punched, spat on, objects thrown. Yet independent observers, including Amnesty International, contradicted this. They reported a peaceful assembly disrupted by aggressive policing: batons drawn, protesters shoved, some bloodied.
www.amnesty.org/zh-hans/documents/eur45/0273/2025/en/
Video footage supported at least some of Amnesty's report.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=mZQGFrqCf5U&t=1283s
The two narratives were irreconcilable, but only one carried the weight and authority of the state.
The entire event unfolded as political theatre. The government proscribed a group, thereby creating a new crime. Protesters, convinced the law was unjust, announced their intent to commit that crime peacefully. The police, forewarned, staged a vast operation. Each side acted out its script. The spectacle allowed the state to present itself as defending order against extremism — while in reality silencing dissent.
The Humanitarian Context: Why Protesters Risked All
To see the Parliament Square protest as a parochial dispute over free speech is to miss its driving force. The demonstrators were not there merely to defend abstract principles. They were responding to what they, and a growing body of international experts, describe as a genocide in Gaza.
By September 2025, Gaza had descended into almost total collapse. Over 63,000 Palestinians had been killed, the majority of them women and children. More than 150,000 had been injured, many maimed for life. Entire neighbourhoods had been flattened.
Famine was confirmed in August, with Israel continuing to impose and even tighten deliberate restrictions on food, water, and fuel, a strategy condemned by human rights groups as a major war crime. Hospitals lay in ruins. Ninety percent of the population had been displaced.
It is in this context that the term genocide has been applied. Legal scholars point not only to mass killings but also to the deliberate infliction of life-destroying conditions, accompanied by rhetoric from Israeli officials dehumanising Palestinians as “human animals.” In September 2025, the International Association of Genocide Scholars declared that Israel’s actions met the legal definition of genocide.
www.bbc.co.uk/news/articles/cde3eyzdr63o
Major NGOs, UN experts, and even Israeli human rights groups such as B’Tselem echoed that conclusion.
For the protesters, then, the question was not abstract but immediate: faced with what they saw as a genocide, could they in good conscience remain silent while their own government criminalised resistance to it? Their answer was to risk arrest, their placards making the moral connection explicit: opposing genocide meant supporting those who sought to stop it.
The Price of Dissent
The mass arrests in Parliament Square were not an isolated incident of law enforcement. They were the product of a broader trajectory: escalating tactics by a direct-action movement, a humanitarian catastrophe abroad, and a government determined to suppress dissent at home through the bluntest of instruments.
The official line insists that Palestine Action’s campaign constituted terrorism and thus warranted proscription. On this view, the arrests were simple enforcement of the law. Yet this account obscures the deeper reality: a precedent in which the state redefined non-lethal protest as terrorism, shifting from punishing actions to criminalising expressions of solidarity.
The cost is profound. Once speech and conscience themselves become suspect, dissent is no longer tolerated but pathologised. The chilling effect is already evident: individuals weigh not just whether to join a protest, but whether uttering support might expose them to years in prison. Terror laws, originally justified as a shield against mass violence, are recast as tools of political management.
The protesters understood this. That “thousand-yard stare” captured in their faces was not only the weight of potential arrest, but the knowledge of Gaza’s devastation, the famine and rubble, the deaths mounting daily. It was also the recognition that their own government had chosen to silence them rather than address its complicity.
In a functioning democracy, the question is not why citizens risk arrest for holding a handwritten cardboard sign. It is why a state finds it necessary to treat that act as a terror offence. The answer reveals a narrowing of democratic space, where conscience itself is deemed subversive. And that narrowing, history teaches, carries consequences not just for those arrested, but for the society that allows it.
Sent by Rita from Granovschina, a town near Irkutsk (Siberia)
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SERIES: The fauna of Russia. Service breeds of dogs.
DATE OF ISSUE: 23.06.2016
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Service breeds are strong, hardy dogs with innate watchdog qualities, usually large individuals requiring long walks and physical activity.
To depict a German shepherd, the image of a puppy of Dobryny was taken, which in December 2015 was transferred by the State Secretary - Deputy Minister of Internal Affairs of the Russian Federation I.N. Toothed French Ambassador to Russia Jean-Maurice Rieper.
During the anti-terrorist operation in the fall of 2015 in the Paris suburb of Saint-Denis, the French special services lost a service dog named Diesel. As a sign of solidarity with colleagues, the Russian Ministry of Internal Affairs decided to give the French a puppy who embodies strength, kindness, military valor and selfless help.
Dobrynya took the place of the service dog Diesel, who died during a special operation to neutralize terrorists.
Y esta es para todas vosotras. Siempre abnegadas, siempre preocupadas por vuestros hijos. Sean pequeños o mayores.
En algo se tiene que notar, que nos llevásteis nueve meses siempre con vosotras.
Un abrazo para todas!!!
And this is for all of you. Always selfless, always concerned for your children. Small or larger.
In something has to be noted , took nine months we always with you .
A hug for all!
This is a dedication and thank you to Venicio Armin
Thank you, my friend, Venicio
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Best Movie songs of all time – for you Venicio
There is no greater gift in life than the gift of Love. Love comes in many forms to us. Love in its purest form, free of attachment to any outcome. Just a genuine desire to enhance other’s lives and to give of oneself in a selfless way. It can come to us in the Gift of Friendship.
I have always known that love transcends time and space and that no matter where we are in this vast universe, energy can be felt across the cosmos from those that we encounter. Every now and then such an intense exchange of energy takes place between two souls, it is powerful beyond words. At these times I am always in awe of the magnificence of this world and of people’s hearts and minds. To be able to sense and feel another person whom you have never met or seen is quite remarkable to experience.
This is dedicated to my dearest friend Venicio who continues to touch my soul to the depths of my core. I lose count how many times when I open mail or read his posts when my mind is not opened in ways that provoke all kinds of imaginings. His poetic ability to piece together the written word in such a way that it is like a magnificent orchestra that plays the most beautiful of harmonies that my heart cannot help but sing to.
That first spark of emotion that brings me to tears is a beautiful experience, I take in the beauty savouring my tears against my flesh as they roll down my face. My heart fills with overwhelming gratitude and love at these times. Venicio has the ability to evoke such deep emotions within me on a regular basis. Venicio, you bring a light and joy into my life that no one has done for me in such a very long time.
How does a person continue to provoke such emotion in another? Venicio does this time and time again and I am so truly blessed and honoured that he takes time to mail me directly in personal emails. These emails have become such a treasured chest of the greatest wealth that no amount of money can buy.
How blessed that I am on the receiving end of this man’s talent and beauty and receive the gift of his friendship in such profound ways. I am truly honoured and so very grateful for the gift of friendship from this amazing soul whom I have come to love deeply through our written words to one another. Our sharing of private messages has been and is a great blessing in my life. The sharing of words is not of any kind of romantic nature, it is simply two souls in an exchange of heart, soul and minds merging with one another. It is truly the most magnificent experience with Venicio.
Venicio continues to open a whole new world of vocabulary that never ceases to amaze me since English is not his first language. I find myself regularly having to google the meaning of a word or google a phrase or an event that I have never heard of before that he might reference.
His vast mind, intelligence and knowledge is like an encyclopedia. I am truly just a humble woman and lack the intellectual skills and often fail miserably in my attempts to respond to such greatness. Beyond this incredible intellect of Venicio – is a man of true depth of heart and soul. A beautiful soul who reached out to me privately some years ago now with profound words that touched me deeply – he continues to do this over the years.
It is such a rare gift to find in a soul on this planet, that unique combination of talent – his talent in all honesty is that of Brilliance! this alone is such a rarity to find in a person but his ability to open his heart, share so much with me and he comes from that deep core – that place that only a person who has known great suffering can speak from. He speaks with compassion, integrity, and honesty, he is raw in his emotions, and this is a rare quality in any individual.
I am in constant awe and gratitude to you Venicio – words regularly fail me when it comes to responding to you. A brilliant mind, a remarkable man and I want you to know that I love you from the depths of my core and thank you for all that you bring to my life. My life is truly richer because of you, you bring the ‘sound of music’ to my life through your written words like no other has ever had the ability to do.
This poem is still today one of the most beautiful poems to me, – I gained permission from the author many years ago to use this poem where needed (without gain or profit).
Venicio – stand with me on the edge and let’s shout at the silvery moon – we have both stood on the edge and shouted to that silvery moon and we have not run or hidden from our pain – instead embraced it and slap it in the face and fight to climb that mountain once more.
“The Invitation” by Oriah Mountain Dreamer
It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living.
I want to know what you ache for, and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing.
It doesn’t interest me how old you are.
I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dreams, for the adventure
of being alive!
It doesn’t interest me what “planets are squaring your moon”.
I want to know if you have touched the centre of your own sorrow, if you have been opened
by life’s betrayals -- or, have become shrivelled and closed from fear of further pain.
I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, without moving to “hide it” or
“Fade it” or “fix it”.
I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own, if you can dance with wildness and
let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes! -- without cautioning us to “be
careful”, “be realistic”, or to “remember the limitations of being human”.
It doesn’t interest me if the story you’re telling me is true.
I want to know if you can disappoint another -- to be true to yourself.
If you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul.
I want to know if you can be faithful, and therefore be trustworthy.
I want to know if you can see beauty even when it is not pretty every day, and if you can
source your life from God’s presence.
I want to know if you can live with failure, yours, and mine, and still stand on the edge of a
lake and shout to the silver of the full moon, “Yes!”
It doesn’t interest me to know where you live or how much money you have.
I want to know if you can get up after a night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the
bone -- and do what needs to be done -- for the children.
It doesn’t interest me who you are or how you came to be here.
I want to know if you will stand in the centre of the fire with me -- and not shrink back.
It doesn’t interest me where or what or “with whom you have studied”.
I want to know what sustains you -- from the inside when all else falls away.
I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly like the company you keep -
- in the empty moments.
You have done just that Venicio - sat with me in my vulnerability, when I have been naked and raw in my emotions and not shivered away or tried to fix or save me.
We have my friend stood naked in the sense of removing all masks and veils of concealment with one another. That is such a rare gift between two souls. Thank you from the bottom of my heart for all that you are and all that you bring to my life.
I wonder sometimes how God blessed me the day you came into my life. Bless You Venicio ♥
Half Dome From Snow Creek, Sunset. Yosemite, California. Peter was a consumate professional, and I was in awe of someone who was making his living working as a photographer, always busy, always travelling. He seemed so self assured, and seemed to bounce from heel to heel ready to start the next project. It was all film then, no digital, no instant feedback. He solved exposure and composition problems like it was the easiest thing, while I, trying to become serious about my photography, struggled to figure out why some things came out good and others so wrong. He was so patient giving me answers, advice, and critique...and there were endless war stories of his job as a commercial photographer. Looking at my work from then, I don't know how, but I guess he saw some promise in me. When an opportunity came for a firm who needed some landscape work, he pushed me out there to be recognized as a photographer. For that I am eternally grateful. We'd instantly start in on equipment and techniques and artists whenever we met up, and I would sometimes bring him some of my prints, hoping to get feedback. He instinctively knew exactly what I had been drawn to in any photograph, and would sweep his hand over that part of an image like a magnet. It was always such a confirmation, so selflessly given. We both loved black and white, and of course we both loved Ansel...what photographers don't eventually beat that conversation to death? He told me more than once of a cherished trip he took to California; his awe, like mine, of Yosemite, and his quest for an original Adams print. I mostly do color work, but from the first time I timidly brought him a monochrome print to give me suggestions, his eyes lit up and his smile said it all. I floated off the floor getting that reaction from him. A couple of years ago, he got sick. I brought a black & white print to him in rehab, and watched his eyes light up, even though his words wouldn't come as easy as before. I did good. When I left, I sat in my car and cried, sad for my friend. A couple of weeks ago I ran into his son. I said I'd go up and bring him another print, because it had been awhile, and I had been remiss in not visiting. But of course I delayed, and I need say no more. There will be no replacing his swagger, his stories, his way of making you feel like you were the most important person for him to talk to. There is no replacing his inspiration. This is for Peter. You didn't know it was coming, and I'm sorry it's late.
Excerpt from tourismhamilton.com:
Hamilton Skies (13): My project was aimed to honour Canadian veterans of the Second World War. As well as the machinery that delivered these men to victory. The artwork tells the stories of the veterans from both our community and country who selflessly risked their lives for the greater good of Earth. Ideally people will be reminded of this deep history and heroism on the daily while interacting with the display.
One of the greatest personal influences in my life passed away this weekend. I met him at University when I started my music fraternity, and he embraced me like I was a music major even though I was a Physics and Mathematics major. He invited me to his office to play my compositions and gave me feedback, praise, and critique. He was a powerhouse of passion and was one of the most selfless people I've known.
Godspeed Doc- you will always be a part of my life. OAS AAS LLS. All Hail!
Theme: Guitar Tuesday
Year Fifteen Of My 365 Project
Knowing how disappointed I had been at missing shots like this, a few weeks ago, Bev sat back [in fear of scaring this Common Lizard away]. She had spotted it but let me get the best shots, she really is so kind! They stayed for quite a while, seeming calm as they'll be used to seeing people entering the reserve. I'm told that this is a "Gravid" or pregnant female.