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Due to the fact that we were threatened and pushed by fascists who were also threatening to smash our cameras, I couldn't take many pictures of what was happening today, I was too afraid to show my camera.
People turned up to 'protect statues' but I think in reality the objective was something different. There was a threatening atmosphere, bottles thrown, nazi salutes and police being attacked.
"A Little Tense": Exposure/Color Adjusted Digital Capture"Copyright:2015:Joel A. Fairchild...!...ILYJAF...!!!...{]=;
I first saw this Ram standing still, but tense. Then he started to run. I saw no predator in the immediate area, but a member of our group said a Grizzly Bear appeard on the mountian ridge line high above. The ram continued running out of sight. Dall Sheep; Ovis dalli; Ram; Denali NP; Alaska. Rams resemble ewes until they are about 3 years old. After that, continued horn growth makes them easily distinguishable. Their horns grow steadily during spring, summer, and early fall. In late fall or winter horn growth slows and eventually ceases. This is probably a result of changes in body chemistry during the rut. This pattern of horn growth results in rings called annuli that are spaced along the length of the horn. A sheep’s age can be accurately determined by counting these annuli. Researchers have recorded rams as old as 16 years and ewes as old as 19 years. More typically, a 12-year-old sheep is considered very old. As rams mature, their horns form a circle when seen from the side. Ram horns reach half a circle in about two or three years, three-quarters of a circle in four to five years, and a full circle or "curl" in seven to eight years. Dall rams normally do not breed successfully until they approach dominance rank (at full curl age and size). (NPS Publication}; B&W version
During the tense years from 1953 to 1979, the United States Army built and operated a total of 280 Nike missile firing batteries in the United States. These missile sites were emplaced as the last line of defense against Soviet bombers. Today, a dedicated group of volunteers works in partnership with the Golden Gate National Recreation Area on the continuous task of restoration at site SF-88, which has been turned into a museum. This valuable historical resource is the only restored Nike missile site in the entire country. It's a great chance for you to see the tools of the Cold War up close.
This photo was taken at the location named stone garden , Padalarang , West Java , Indonesia . The model here is my own friend who was being enjoyed photographing natural scenery .
Re-enactment of a second World War battle on Fort Edam.
More photos of my visit to the fort can be found HERE.
some of you may be wondering why my icon is a doughnut today.
this is why.
more about this on the flickr blog.
taken amidst a tense standoff at a crawfish boil at fast cuts, in honor of their 20th anniversary. i hear this little hombre was demanding a jet fueled to take him to new orleans. i don't know his fate, but i'm sure he did not come peacefully.
On my work bench Tensor Lamp and tool holder w/ picture are thrift finds. My son says lamp looks like the one from Toy Story.
Emberen Twine pouts now. "Milk isn't gonna fix this," she growls to no one in particular. "There is a war coming and I am going to be collateral damage!" Her eyes pool with tears.
Naomah Beaumont quirks an ear at Emby. "A war? With who?"
Ashur Kentoku steps closer and pets Em, purring at her and making momma-cat sounds...
Emberen Twine: "With EVERYONE!" She turns and looks out over the city. "Don't you feel it? DOn't you feel how thinck the air is," she asks desperately as she turns back around. "People don't care about understanding! They don't care who gets hurt! They only care about hteir precious CONCRETE and...brick! and...metal! Like it could love them! Like it will comfort them when their brothers and sisters are dead!" She blinks and the tears flow, her breaths issuing more panicked as she begins to sob. She flumps to the floor.
Naomah Beaumont frowns a little and reaches down to pet Emby's ears, now that she can reach them. "Even I've felt that, hon. " Nio looks at Ash, her expression stricken. "Whatever happens, keep her safe, will you?
Ashur Kentoku nods, holding Em's shoulders, trying to soother her...she doesnt say anything, just purrs and merrs at Em.....
Emberen Twine tucks her head into her knees, shoulders shuddering in silent sobs as her fists ball tightly, her knuckles whitening. She is vibrating with the tension of the city. Like a conduit...it flows through her.
Naomah Beaumont: The city /is/ tense. It's like... the legion has been so quiet for so long that all the old animosities have started coming out of the woodwork again.
Ashur Kentoku stares at the little aquariums that form the soles of Em's boots, watching the tiny jewel-like fish and marine creatures swirling with the enclosed micro-system and thinks of Midian, its closed systems and its cycles of life and death. She leans in close to Em from behind and puts her arms around her, hugging her close.....
Naomah Beaumont: I don't know, I haven't been here long enough to see this city's mood swings yet.
] Ashur Kentoku: "I have," Ash whispers...."I have. And Em's right. There's a storm coming...."
Emberen Twine looks up as if Nio just rang a bell...."And you are all falling for it," she cries. "They don't have to pull the trigger. You are all going to blow your bloody selves up!" Her eyes search Nio's questioningly.
Naomah Beaumont slips an arm around Emby After a moment's thought, she hesitantly reaches a hand toward Ashur as well. "I know. Unless we're all... extremely clever, and extremely... I don't know. Empathetic... things are going to get rough."
Ashur Kentoku: "One takes shelter from a storm, one doesnt fight it. Unless one considers themself part of the storm..."
Naomah Beaumont: Aren't we, Ash? You and I both?"
Emberen Twine: "They already have,"s he says, her lip quivering as more tears tumble from her ashen eyes. A chill runs up her spine and she shudders. "Everyone in the city lost the battle long ago...when they fell prey to the term 'on the other hand' becasue it means they chose to doubt honesty when it was offered. And the honest...the honest will be the first to die from that mistake, leaving nothing but the bottom feeders to rebuild! No one listens to their instincts..." she heaves..."Too afraid to be wrong...too afraid PERIOD. ANd once you make a choice out of fear, your world will crash like dominoes. Nothing good comes from letting fear rule your world." She begins to mutter incoherantly and her sobs internalize, leaving just their shadows in the form of whimpers.