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The Snaring River in Jasper National Park is named after a former local tribe of first nations people who lived in dugouts and trapped animals with snares.
The truth is a snare: you cannot have it, without being caught.
You cannot have the truth in such a way that you catch it,
but only in such a way that it catches you.
Soren Kierkegaard.
Søren Aabye Kierkegaard ( 5 May 1813 – 11 November 1855) was a Danish philosopher, theologian, poet, social critic and religious author who is widely considered to be the first existentialist philosopher. He wrote critical texts on organized religion, Christendom, morality, ethics, psychology, and the philosophy of religion, displaying a fondness for metaphor, irony and parables. Much of his philosophical work deals with the issues of how one lives as a "single individual", giving priority to concrete human reality over abstract thinking and highlighting the importance of personal choice and commitment. Source Wikipedia.
oh, my god, i feel it in the air
telephone wires above are sizzlin' like a snare
honey, i'm on fire, i feel it everywhere
nothin' scares me anymore.
Cape Petrel (Snares) - Kaikoura--Albatross Encounter pelagic, New Zealand
Also known as a Cape Pigeon or Pintado Petrel
Bird Species # (440) that I photographed and placed on my Flickr Photostream. Overall goal is 1000.
eBird Report and listing details - macaulaylibrary.org/asset/228096521#_ga=2.20478520.147712...
Also known as Jimson weed, moon flower, etc., Datura stramonium (Solanaceae). My first flowers this season.
The circle of life caught up to these poor little mayflies snared in a web in Lakewood Park in Tecumseh, Ontario
I wonder if the spider was a bit put out by the sudden intrusion to the privacy of its skilfully spun web?
The Snaring Forest
2022-08-28, Day 2
Late-day light glows on the undersides of thick rain clouds as we look down the upper reaches of a tributary to the Snaring River drainage, Victoria Cross Range, Jasper National Park, Alberta.
In the morning, we descended the avalanche route visible in the immediate foreground. There is a stream hidden in the cleft of the landscape, and the immediate goal was to cross the stream safely and find a route down and around the forested ridge coming into the frame from the left. After finding a way down, we planned to climb to another lake and then hopefully find a way back up above timberline, cross another alpine pass, and then drop down to the Snaring River proper where we would spend the next 2 ½ days navigating the upper reaches of its watershed.
We arrived at the next lake directly enough, and we were afforded a view up to the pass we hoped to gain. The storm the previous evening (the night this photo was taken) was cold, and it appeared the pass was rocky and potentially snowy and icy from the recent precipitation. My friend did not like the look of it, and strongly suggested we deviate from the planned route and attempt to find another way down to the Snaring River. To this end, we climbed up the steep, forested side of a glacier-carved valley that we hoped would lead us to a viable path over the ridgeline. The slope was steep enough that little bands of vertical cliff popped out here and there, and I thought worryingly of what might happen should one of us lose our footing and begin to slide. This new route looked only to be getting steeper and more difficult, and I started to feel bubbling apprehension. We decided to abandon it and investigate up close the original pass that had looked icy and dangerous from below by the lake.
In what felt like a fine omen, the landscape began to open and flatten almost immediately, and we found ourselves with a clear view to the pass to which we originally aimed. It turned out that from the lake, we could only see a dangerous section of cliffs and not the pass itself. On the opposite side of the valley sat a series of hanging lakes, high on a bench of stone and hemmed in by cliffs. My supposition from the night before that wings would have been required had we attempted that route was 100% correct. I was exhausted enough from the trees and the steep climb that I failed to make a photograph of that stunning valley. As it turned out, after I made the photo here, it would be another 2 ½ days before I made another one.
When we finally arrived on the south bank of the river, it was clear that we would need to travel upstream for some miles to ford it, ideally beyond a major tributary that swelled its current considerably from where we stood. Dense willow crowded the bank in places, but the walking was made marginally easier by a well-traveled albeit maddeningly intermittent moose path. Though we did not see any moose, the population is apparently robust enough to create a path that was decently maintained in places. We dubbed this inconstant right-of-way the 'Sendero de los Alces y Los Penitentes'. It would be our dubious companion through more difficult country than we imagined.
Snares are anchored cable or wire nooses set to catch wild animals. The simplest and very effective. They are cheap to produce and easy to set in wide numbers.
Thanks to SolStock and Tim Jones for the great textures.
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Smile on Saturday - Shiny Metals
Macro Mondays - Bottoms Up
I liked the idea and had a few good thoughts. Shoot the bottom of an aerosol can or a watter bottle. They were alright, but after removing the memory card I took two steps and saw my snare drum and thought..... this is something people might hear but not usually see. So back in the camera goes the memory card and grab the snare drum and go to the window. the light be a fading you see.
Would you look at that, one of my snare wires is broken.
Happy Macro Monday
"…when the time comes to enter the darkness in which we are naked and helpless and alone; in which we see the insufficiency of our greatest strength and the hollowness of our strongest virtue; in which we have nothing to rely on, and nothing in our nature to support us, and nothing in the world to guide us or give us light—then we find out whether or not we walk by faith."
-Thomas Merton
I normally let insects wander more off-camera but, this one was different. The legs captivated me and the web has been expanding.
Psalm 64:2 “Hide me from the conspiracy of the wicked, from the plots of evildoers.”
Psalm 64:5 “They concoct an evil scheme for themselves; they enumerate their hidden snares; they say, ‘Who will see them?’”
World Economic Forum: “This is how rice is hurting the planet”.
“Global rice production is releasing damaging greenhouse gases into the atmosphere, doing as much harm as 1,200 average-sized coal power stations, according to the Environmental Defense Fund (EDF).”
www.weforum.org/agenda/2019/06/how-rice-is-hurting-the-pl...
BBC News: “Planting trees doesn’t always help with climate change”. (If you want to see a perfect example of how to spin propaganda, then bore yourself to death with this pathetic article.)
“As a result, there is a delicate balance between trees’ ability to take in CO2, reducing warming, and their tendency to trap additional heat and thus create warming. This means planting trees only helps stop climate change in certain places.”
www.bbc.com/future/article/20200521-planting-trees-doesnt...
If you haven’t figured it out yet: net-zero is antihuman, and it will lead to worldwide authoritarianism. Global dimming (GeoEngineering): let’s kill life. Cow farts: let’s kill the cows. Rice is bad: let’s starve the people. Trees: they aren’t so great, they’re also part of the problem. In fact, all life is part of the problem! We must slowly destroy all life on earth to save the planet. The dystopian future never looked brighter! Book of Revelation, here we come!