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Der Palmenkletterer hat die wichtige Aufgabe, reife Kokosnüsse von der Palme abzuschlagen...und das so rechtzeitig, dass sie nicht unkontrolliert herunter fallen und jemanden verletzen können.
The palm climber has the important task of cutting off mature coconuts from the palm ... and so in time that they can not fall down uncontrollably and injure someone.
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Shrewsbury, the county town of Shropshire, is a historic market town with a medieval street plan, largely unaltered, due to the fact that it is restricted on 3 sides by the large loop of the River Severn. The longest river in the UK at 337km / 210 miles, the River Severn, starts its journey high up on the Welsh Mountain Plynlimon and flows down to the town, forming a meander around its centre, before continuing its journey onwards and down to the Bristol Channel. This walk, along the River Severn, forms part of the much longer and challenging Severn Way Walk.
As an uncontrollable force of nature - the river particularly here in Shrewsbury, has the propensity to flood, with the most recent serious flooding occurring in 2000, causing major social and economic hardship to the town and its inhabitants. Since then, flood alleviation schemes have been installed which have been successful in reducing, but not completely preventing flooding - so for this reason it vital that this geocache is NOT attempted when flood warning alerts are announced for the town or when the river is running at higher than normal levels.
There are 8 bridges within the loop of the Severn, allowing vehicular & pedestrian access into and out of the town. This multi-cache involves collecting answers to 8 questions at each of these bridges, which will then give you the co-ordinates to the final cache hidden at an interesting part of the river, a short distance further downstream. The cache container is a small lock & lock tub with enough room for small TB & geocoins. It contains certificates for the first 3 finders. Please find the final cache from above rather than below i.e.: from the road rather than the path close to the water.
The final cache site is frequently visited by muggles – hence the high difficulty rating - so please be careful when finding & replacing the cache.
This cache will involve a couple of hours walk along the river Severn in Shrewsbury. I have planned the route & questions to avoid climbing any steps up to the bridges or crossing any roads - making it ideal for cycles, pushchairs and wheelchair users. To ensure a flat route has meant however, that a short walk (200 yards) along a pavement next to a busy road is necessary at one stage.
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6.5 years old.
January 13 2020 aged 6 years and 10 months, sadly put to sleep after his epileptic fits became uncontrollable.
Run and join your friends over the rainbow bridge woofitator. xx
First, I wanted to give the title "the grace of the grass" to this pic, but it wasn't the idea I wanted to express.
Every blade of grass is unique, but forms a whole, which is subjected to the wind.
It bends, but it never breaks.
We all are blades of grass, and we are beautiful and powerful, even if we bends in front of uncontrollable things.
you make time to see your friends who live far away.
listen to good music in concerts.
laugh uncontrollably.
listen to each other.
go outside.
drink tea.
stand infront of a blue wall.
know you're not alone with your issues.
n.*Placidness:
a feeling of calmness; a quiet and undisturbed feeling.
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One of the 417 lakes of Mastigouche Wildlife Reserve, Québec, Canada.
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I think all art is about control - the encounter between control and the uncontrollable.
-Richard Avedon
The Crossing
Big Country
Stand on the silence of mountains and
Wear out your welcome again
Mornings hit hard with an uncontrollable light
Piercing the senses that click deep in the night
Crouched in a pillow of straw feet on the floor
Creeping a path to the mat that holds back the door
Pull straws with holy men
Stain all the atlas pink
And let us find a beach
Where we can cross our hearts
Build up great railways that run
Through the horns of the moon
Hold up a city with cast iron museum walls
Explain your machines to the boys feed them with tools
Bring out the skill in your skin polish your hair
Pull straws with holy men
Stain all the atlas pink
And let us find a beach
Where we can cross our hearts
Stand in the wind as the carousels spin
Wear out your welcome again
Stand on the silence of mountains
And take a look down to the sea
Stand in the wind as the carousels spin
Wear out your welcome again
Stand on the silence of mountains
And take a look down to the sea
Had been watching Weatherzone for about 4 days, and the promise of fog at Campbelltown at 6am was consistent over that time. Off I went on my lonesome to shoot an old shed that I have had my eye on for sometime now. As you can see from the image above, that worked out well!!!! No Fog, the shed still looked good (I'll be back), so I strolled down the nearby firetrail to Freres crossing instead. Myself and a mate had been here a few years back, so it seemed like a good opportunity to go shoot it again. This is a 4 shot pano, stitched and edited in PS CS5. Hope you like "The Crossing". Cheers, Mike
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I want to give you all of me, the underneath,
want you to show me imperfection is actually love
I thought, cursed, I was cursed, destined to be lonely
a circle in a world of squares where nobody knows me
So with every footstep I must follow the kissing moments
I thought were impossible
Breathe gentle, be gentle
don’t leave me behind
cause love goes faster
gentle, be gentle
never let me go when love goes faster
I will be gentle
See, photographs have only two dimensions
but love defies all logic in a picture
above all that is physical, I’m falling
Falling uncontrollably, it terrifies me, so
So if my compass, it fails me
and I feel I’m walking blind
don’t say goodbye don’t let me hide
oh please don’t let me spiral
tortured by you, oh, sweet torture!
I am a pirate, love my fortune
the walls have fallen now
the key is yours to turn, I’m breathing
Breathe gentle, be gentle
don’t leave me behind
cause love goes faster
gentle, be gentle
never let me go when love goes faster
I will be gentle
Every time I run somehow love is faster
Without you loneliness is everlasting
I still feel you but I hear you loudly
Screaming: “please wait for me”
Cause I don’t want to hurt you
And I don’t want to loose this love this time.
Se cerco lo vedo, l'amore va veloce e tu stai indietro
Se cerchi mi vedi Il bene più segreto
sfugge all'uomo che non guarda avanti mai!
models: me and Alexiaa Allen
pose: ! MEYA ! ~ Be Mine Group Freebie
Leo's in July
are fire signs
burning hot.
They have the
hearts of dragon's
Ears that capture
everything and
smoldering heat that
can die out or burn to hot
as the nights wear on.
The Leo emerges like the phoenix
from its own ash's and fire's back with
all the passion of the past and future alike.
Tame not the lion with the
dragon heart but tend to it,
least it rage uncontrollably.
Excerpt from hiticeland.com:
The huge statue of Bárður Snæfellsás that is so noticeable when you drive into the small village or hamlet Arnarstapi was made by Ragnar Kjartansson one of Iceland most renowned sculptures. The statue is his interpretation of the giant character that dominates the area around Snæfellsjökull glacier.
Bárður is an extraordinary being from the time of settlement in Iceland. His story was written in Medieval times in the fifteenth century and is part of the Icelandic Sagas. His mother was one of the tallest and most beautiful women in her days, but his father Dumbur was a half-giant or a half-troll. Bárður was also considered extremely handsome with a large presence. In his youth, he was fostered by Dofri, the mountain-dweller, of Dovrefjell in Norway and received an excellent education and training. Bárður married Dorfi's daughter Flaumgerður and had three tall and beautiful daughters by her. Like he, she also had a human mother. After she had passed away he married Herþrúður his second wife who was human; he had six more daughters by her.
Along with his wife and daughters and some friends, Bárður emigrated to Iceland and settled at Djúpalón on the south coast of the Snæfellsnes Peninsula. Bárður's half brother Þorkell also emigrated with his family and settled at Arnarstapi. They were fleeing the tyranny of Harald, the king of Norway. His brother Þorkell had two sons, Sölvi, and Rauðfeldur.
Following an altercation after a rather dangerous prank played on Bárður's daughters by the half-brother's sons, Bárður was provoked to a point of uncontrollable anger. An event that made him extremely depressed and totally loose his mind in the end. Finally, he gave away all his land and all his earthly belongings and vanished into the Snæfellsnes Glacier. In the glacier, rumor has it, that he built an ice cave more in line with his troll or giant side. There, he became known as the Guardian Spirit of Snæfell as the locals worshiped him and looked at him as their savior. For centuries, they would call upon him in times of hardship and trouble. Bárður wandered the region wrapped in a gray cowl held together by a walrus-hide rope. In his hand was a cleft staff with a long and thick gaff for mounting the glacier.
Bárður's cave is still in situ, and his story is a timeless, fantastic read. It is, of course, a true story written about events that occurred in Iceland more than eleven hundred years ago, written about six hundred yers ago. Many names of many places in the area around Snæfellsjökull glacier are related to Bárður Snæfellsás and his story.
Today's story and sketch "by me" I have traveled through the space time dimension stargate located in the back of the man cave to meet Doc Wannahang you see about to inform his patient Targas the spirit oak, the diagnosis of his condition. Targas was actually a really nice human pest exterminator Zooelda called to remove a family of gypsy goat herders that had taken up residence in the parking lot of her Dimension Two Moon Pie Shop, located on route 66 in Broken Drum Indiana. Targas was such a nice man with a great moustache, Zooelda married him. That romance only lasted 3 days, so rather than a messy divorce she used a gypsy voodoo dimension curse created the Dimension we are in today, Z-1911-3 and sent Targas into it as a spirit oak, every thing was fine this last 107 years, until a few weeks ago a family of Ramorians Miscalculated their dimension destination and spent their vacation camping next to Targas, not realizing their saucer landing gear had picked up a phytopalot fungus on the Phytopalot moon. The young voodoo doctor Wannahang has informed Targas he is suffering from a non lethal Sudden Sad Oak Fungus, and that he will be sneezing uncontrollably for the next six months, until next time taa ta the Rod Blog.
Alias: Frost Queen
Gender: Female
Allegiance: Villain
Backstory: Born with a terminal illness, she went through many hardships in her childhood. The other children in school were quite cruel to her, as they were probably insecure themselves. This led to her essentially shutting down. All sense of empathy, along with what's right, and wrong, was gone. She went through each day, just trying to make it one more day. New experimental treatments for her conditions were being tested, and she agreed, hoping it would alleviate the pain. Sure enough, it did. The length of time this "cure" would last would get shorter, and shorter, with each time the procedure is done. The time would come when it was essentially useless, and the fury that would build up inside her was uncontrollable. She ended up creating an icicle, which would impale the doctor that tried to reassure her. The turn to crime was not very surprising, with her new found abilities there to assist her. Currently, she's living on the outskirts of Cardinal City, in a castle made from ice. It's guarded by three frost giants, which will kill anyone who dares trespass. Will she find a cure, or will she die? Time will only tell.
Status: Still looking for a cure. May go to Doctor Frostbyte for help? Hmm.
The KF-38-2 robotic unit was meant to work as a maintenance robot in one of Octan Corporation factory. But a malfunction in his IA program turned it into a violent and uncontrollable unit. Before the security could disable it, it destroyed half of the factory it was assigned to.
Instead of recycling it, an Octan officer registered it on the Mech Wrestling Federation, where it became one of the most feared combatants. Despite its small size, it's powerful legs allows it to move fast and jump high, accessing its opponent electronics and weak points and tearing them apart.
My entry for the Mech Wrestling category for Andromeda's Gates Space Olympic Games
Now as at all times I can see in the mind's eye,
In their stiff, painted clothes, the pale unsatisfied ones
Appear and disappear in the blue depths of the sky
With all their ancient faces like rain-beaten stones,
And all their helms of silver hovering side by side,
And all their eyes still fixed, hoping to find once more,
Being by Calvary's turbulence unsatisfied,
The uncontrollable mystery on the bestial floor.
The Magi by William Butler Yeats (1865 - 1939)
Blue Viewed Big On Black - Big Blue Building in Auckland [?]
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Taken on 9 June 2015 and uploaded 14 November 2024.
I have come to detest beer in my dotage: more for its after effects than its value as a drink, although I am now unable to believe that anyone actually gets pleasure from drinking it. It had some value in older times when clean water to drink was hard to find. It's not needed now.
Litter and drunkenness are its by products; the effect of drinking 8 pints or so (it's manly) entitle the discerning boozer to behave unacceptably badly and for it to be OK and to drop litter uncontrollably. Smashing beer bottles is also manly. Belching, farting and vomiting, et cetera. Fighting. Noisy incoherence.
Watney's Red Barrel !!!
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This is the first time ever I built something like that…. a zombie apocalypse Scenario, but let my explain why.
Some weeks ago I bought the PS4 game "Days Gone" which is a open world action game which is set in a post-apocalyptic Oregon two years after a global pandemic, Days Gone follows the story of Deacon St. John, a former member of a biker gang. After discovering that there is a chance his wife Sarah is still alive, Deacon embarks on a quest to reunite with her.
Played from a third-person perspective, Days Gone is set in an open world environment which the player can explore, which includes many real life-inspired locations in Oregon including Marion Forks, Belknap Crater, and Crater Lake. Hostile encounters come from both human enemies and infected beings called the Freakers. Deacon can engage in different types of combat, including stealth and usage of firearms. A major game mechanic is Deacon's drifter bike, which is used as the player's primary mode of transportation as well as mobile inventory.
A global pandemic occurred which decimated the globe, turning millions of humans into feral cannibalistic creatures, called Freakers. The remnants of humanity have abandoned towns to seek refuge in the wilderness creating safe zones.
When a virus causes a large portion of humanity to become uncontrollably violent, Deacon, his wife Sarah, and his friend Boozer attempt to flee for safety. However, Sarah is stabbed and critically wounded, forcing Deacon to evacuate her on a National Emergency Restoration Organization (NERO) helicopter. However, since the helicopter does not have enough room carry all three of them, Deacon decides to stay behind with Boozer while promising Sarah he will reunite with her later.
Deacon St. John, a member of Mongrel MC, is among the survivors of the epidemic. Deacon drifts through the wasteland of the Pacific Northwest, never staying in one place for too long. Deacon often takes work as a Bounty Hunter/Mercenary, offering his services in exchange for supplies. However, Deacon learns that there is a price on his head adding to his list of enemies. Deacon and his friend Boozer plan to head north to evade some of the people who wish them dead, but their plans are put on hold when Boozer is injured and Deacon's bike is destroyed…
source: daysgone.fandom.com/wiki/Days...
This small scene I've build in the last days Shows you the impact of the global pandemic. In the middle of the creation is Deacon, who killed 2 freakers a few moments go. On the left side is his motorbike and on the right is a destroyed police car. It is not safe here. Can he survive in that post apocalypse world of canniblistic creatures?
I hope you like my new creation and of course I would be pleased to get Feedback.
Greetings Kevin
Stay healthy!
The motorcycle design was inspired by @Sanellukovic
Here is a link to the Video of this MOC on my YouTube channel:
Explored for July 2, 2011. Thank you!
Managed to get up for dawn at Bryce Canyon National Park. It was about at this point, shivering uncontrollably in 33 degree pre-dawn darkness, that I realized I should have brought a coat on this trip. But it was worth it to get shots like this. The rock in Bryce Canyon truly has a magical orange-pink glow about it, I've never seen anything like it anywhere else.
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These little birds are so tough to get in flight, because they are so fast and somehow uncontrollable, when they will take of or land, or even if they land at all.
This was on the cliffs at Ingolfshöfdi in Iceland and a very heavy wind was blowing all time. Getting this shot, handheld and with the Puffin looking straight into the camera made it one of my best and most unique images this year. :)
Excerpt from www.citywindsor.ca/residents/Culture/Windsor-Sculpture-Pa...:
Vision Corridor
Toni Putnam
Trees, 1998
Copper, 320 x 90 x 54 centimetres, or smaller, each
"Creation is mysterious," says Toni Putnam. "I thoroughly enjoy the interaction between what I think is going to happen and what actually happens."
In her work, Putnam is intensely interested in the tactile elements of sculpture, the true "feeling" of a piece that can only be achieved through touch. Each one of these trees has been carefully cultivated. Using welding techniques which are uniquely her own, Putnam focuses intense heat as a force of uncontrollable change. In this heat, each tree "grows" in its own way. Shades of red, green and brown are contained in each piece of metal.
Trees is a hands-on sculpture. The viewer is invited to reach out and feel the unique textures and surface of each work.
Life is short, break the rules, forgive quickly,
kiss slowly, love truly, laugh uncontrollably,
and never regret anything that made you smile.
- Author Unknown -
The Rua da Gloria Funicular Terminal was the site of a horrific accident
A deadly accident occurred 03 September, 2025, when the Elevador da Glória (Glória funicular) derailed and crashed into a building on Rua da Glória.
The descending car sped uncontrollably down the hill after its cable snapped and emergency brakes failed.
The tragedy resulted in 16 confirmed deaths and more than 20 injuries, making it one of Portugal's worst public transit accidents.
A preliminary report by Portugal's Air and Rail Accident Investigations Bureau found a "litany of failings" leading to the crash.
“It illuminated a vision Dante could not have imagined in his wildest nightmares, nor Poe in the grasp of an uncontrollable delirium.”
― Alan Dean Foster
Alien-looking seedpods in an Oregon garden, seen through a spherical lensball.
I was reading the other day about old 1960s Batman TV series. One of the camera techniques employed in the production was the so-called Dutch tilt, where the camera was held at an angle. This was used in the show when the scene cut to a villain and the concept was to give visual reinforcement that you were seeing a crooked person, a criminal. I got to thinking about how life throws us a Dutch tilt ever so often. You're sailing along smoothly, navigating the daily ups and downs, when suddenly the camera angle that is your life takes on an uncontrollable tilt. Not necessarily because of a criminal but perhaps anything that destabilizes you, and knocks you off your stride. Just like the Batman show, things like this tend to pop up like a Jack-in-the box with little or no warning. Last Friday I walked my dog for a couple of miles and she never seemed healthier or happier. Not 24 hours later she appears to be at death's door. Since then I cannot seem to get rid of the Dutch tilt. Everything I do is somehow influenced or affected by thoughts and uncertainty. And at times abject fear. Not sure how this one will turn out; hoping for a good outcome. Would be delighted to simply be able to return to my daily grind. The minor annoyances and problems that I thought about last week would be a welcome relief right now. So I'll keep looking in hopes that the camera will tilt back to level.
EDIT:
Plight of the Pantanal: A Wetland on Fire !
The Pantanal is burning uncontrollably. Animals are dying.
Jaguars are dying.
The Pantanal Survival Fund is putting boots on the ground, employing those left jobless due to COVID and lack of tourism, creating fire breaks, putting out fires, buying protective gear, paying for veterinary attention for rescued wildlife, food baskets and so much more.
Learn more via their Go Fund Me page.
Donate to help those on the ground trying to control the fire.
Help raise awareness of the plight.
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Without a doubt she is a creature of beauty.
Those that have been to the Pantanal in recent years may well recognise her. In 2019 she was one of the most regularly seen residents. We got to see her sleeping, grooming, walking, swimming, hunting and successfully capturing food such as caimans, fish and even an anaconda!
It's hard to know what 2020 will hold, but when we do get back to see these mesmerising felines, guests will most likely get a taste of these things too, and possibly more!
At the end of last season there were strong indications that she was pregnant and this would almost certainly be her first litter. Life is difficult for first time mothers, extra mouths to feed, high density of other jaguars in the area that could be a threat, but fingers crossed when we next see her she has some beautiful cubs in tow.
If you are interested in an Untamed Jaguars of Pantanal Expedition, let us know! We can send you more detailed information on itineraries, activities and other species to see and photograph, and prices.
No time like the present to start planning your next adventure.
Naun Amable Silva
Canon EOS 5D Mark IV
Pantanal - July 2019
During deer rutting season, when stags fight for the right to mate with their harems, each stag has an uncontrollable passion. They see red and blood, being led by their instincts. The sight of another stag causes a haze to come over them, and they can only focus on beating their competition.
Prints available at:
www.saatchiart.com/art/Photography-Rutting-Stag/1820362/1...
Papakōlea Beach, Hawai'i, Hawaii
This pile of detritus - ghost nets, plastic tubs, and other things that wash up on the southern shore - caught my eye for its strangely aesthetic quality. Tossed together randomly, the bits and pieces somehow fuse into an almost elegantly organic cacaphony. Against a spartan background of windswept dune grasses, this heap of trash seems against all odds to be vibrantly and uncontrollably alive. Unnatural as they may be, the things we create have a way of taking on a life of their own.
While some of you might know her from her villainous appearance on Supergirl, Indigo is actually a hero, and one of the original members of Arsenal's Outsiders. She's otherwise known as Brainiac 8 - a Coluan from even further along in the future than the Legion of Superheroes' Brainiac 5. She was killed by her boyfriend Shift after her, um...Brainiac-ish tendencies became uncontrollable, as per her request.
It was a bit of a challenge getting her to look like something beyond Killer Frost with a dye job, especially since so much of that figure fits Indigo so well. I'd like to get some brighter hair for her when it becomes available - maybe the starlet hair in magenta.
EXIF Details :-
Camera Nikon D5000
Lens 55.0-200.0 mm f/4.0-5.6
Exposure 0.003 sec (1/320)
Aperture f/10.0
ISO Speed 200
Was watching an old film the other night on TCM. In one scene a couple of (1940s era) press photographers rushed in to take photos. They carried enormous cameras with large flash attachments. After each picture they had to pop out a little flash bulb and insert a fresh one for the next photo. Seemed so cumbersome by modern standards. I tried to imagine being limited to one flash per bulb, and having no way to adjust the intensity of the flash. Very little nuance in those days, yet somehow they managed. And I'm sure they viewed themselves as miles ahead of 19th century photogs who that relied on holding aloft a tray full of incendiary flash powered to illuminate their subjects. Talk about impractical, a giant 'poof' and a billowing cloud of smoke for every photo. I got to thinking about scenes such as this when sunlight behaves like a giant, uncontrollable flash. This was one of those perfect moments when the sun erupted from one side of an incredibly dark and stormy sky. It has the effect of making the dark areas even darker, and light areas impossibly bright. Before the sun appeared, my camera had been metering the overall conditions at around 1/100th of a second. Suddenly the sun blazed forth, reflecting off of the white farmhouse and the exposure changed dramatically trying to compensate. The exposure went off at 1/3000th as a result, creating a wonderful underexposure of the background while the house remained bright white. I live for moments like this, where the lighting is so dramatic that the normal scheme of things is inverted and the sky goes darker than the landscape. I wondered if anyone was in the farmhouse looking back at me and, if so, how they viewed the scene.
Mammurok, the Last Mammoth Giant:
The story of the Mammoth Giants is a story of misery and sadness. Once a great race of majestic guardians, the Mammoth Giants of old have been whittled down to just a fraction of their once great might.
The Mammoth Giants are part of the ancient order of beings that walked the lands of Warscape before humans, dwarves, or even elves set foot upon the earth. Beings like the regal Dragons, the fierce Taurocaur, and the great Arachnids are a few of the same group. The Mammoth Giants, or the Mammuthu as they call themselves in their native tongue, roamed the Plains millennia before the Brayherd tainted the land with its vicious evil.
They were once colossal beasts, standing well over the height of the great pines and many times larger than even dragons. But the Mammuthu were not feared by the ancient beasts of the lands, for they were a peaceful race, tending and herding to the great mammoth herds that roamed the plains during this time.
However, all things of honor and goodness must come to an end in the world of Warcape, and the gentle giants could not escape this fate. As evil tainted the Plains and crept into the heart of the fierce predators like the Taurocaur, they became more vile and savage, able to kill their most fierce rival, the Mammoth Giants, by pure force of hatred alone. The evil spread, and its taint followed, the grasses begin to wither, the streams began to blacken and become stale. The Mammuthu, being a peaceful race, were ill prepared for such wanton destruction. Over the millennia, they were murdered one by one, until only a sole figure of their race remained.
Mammurok became the Last Mammoth Giant when he was but a young calf. His cow and bull were tending to the tame mammoth herds on the northern fringes of the Plains touching the edge of the Lycanthrol pine forest. Out of nowhere, a large Brayherd tribe led by a vicious Taurocaur savagely murdered the herd and Mammurok’s kin. Escaping through the pines, Mammurok bitterly clung to survival, forming into a hard and defiant mammoth giant.
Roaming the northern fringes of the Plains, Mammurok now shepherds the last few remaining tame mammoth herds that haven’t been taken and corrupted into feral beasts by the Brayherd. He is a solitary figure, never seeking out the comforts of community and home, always searching for more of his kind. When he must defend his herds, Mammurok hefts an old and decaying stone pillar, swinging it in wide arcs as he crushes his enemy to a pulp with every blow. Normally stoic and reserved, he is driven into a fit of uncontrollable rage when he comes across a Brayherd tribe, destroying everything in his path until his most hated foes are vanquished.
The last of a dying race, Mammurok’s story is doomed to failure, but that does not stop this sturdy giant from protecting his herds until his dying breath.
If one were to live in Portland in late May and early June, and they were to go downtown they would discover that the annual Rose Festival celebration would be in full swing. A portion of that celebration involves the "Fun Center", which may or may not actually be a euphemism for "overpriced stuffed Disney and Comic Book character knockoffs". Now in the middle of this "Fun Center" there is a generally a Ferris Wheel.
The Ferris Wheel was first built by an innovative chap named George Washington Gale Ferris Jr., who must have decided early on that with a name like that he was destined to do something spectacular. His Ferris wheel was over 260 feet tall (which I figure to be about 26 stories tall) and was built for the centerpiece of the Columbian Exposition in Chicago in 1892/1893, held to honor the 400th anniversary of Christopher Columbus. See where all this is going? That's ok, I don't either.
A few years before the Chicago Columbian Exposition, Paris had held an exposition of their own in 1889. It was at that expo that the Eiffel Tower was unveiled. Chicago wanted to out-Eiffel Eiffel, so they sent out a call for submissions around the world for some engineering marvel. Ferris of course submitted, never having actually built a wheel of that size, and quite predictably his design was dismissed. It was not believed to be possible. The whole structure he wanted to build weighed too much for the slender frame he claimed would support it.
So he submitted again. And was rejected again. I believe he actually submitted a third and a fourth time too, and finally on the fourth try he managed to convince the judges that this thing might actually be feasible. It is interesting to note that Eiffel himself submitted a proposal for what would have been a larger Eiffel tower. Obviously his design was not chosen.
Ferris' first wheel took about 20-30 minutes to make two revolutions, and instead of small cars to hold passengers, there were massive cabins that could hold 60 people each, including one cabin that held an entire marching band which played whenever the wheel was turning. There is actually a great story about a fellow who rode it for the first time, only to discover as the wheel started up that he had a latent fear of heights. He went uncontrollably crazy with fear, and tried to kick the solid metal door out of its hinge to escape the cab. It took several, with emphasis on several as the man's fear gave him almost superhuman strength, other passengers to hold him down until the wheel completed its circuit. As it started the descent the fellow progressively calmed down until they were able to let him up. Unfortunately they forgot that the wheel made two trips, so much to the fellow's horror, the cabin didn't stop at the bottom and instead went right on by and back up, and the whole scene was repeated near exactly.
Anyway, a year after the expo ended the White City, as it was called, burnt down and Ferris' wheel was moved to a new location. It was later seen again at the 1904 World's Fair in St. Louis before being demolished. Which was ok with Ferris. He had proved that the rotation of the structure constantly shifted the weight of the entire structure, allowing it to be much heavier than the frame should have been able to support. Think about that the next time you are riding on it, hearing it creak and groan. :-p
So, if you did manage to get down to the Rose Festival and found your way up on to the Morrison Bridge, this would be the view you would be rewarded with. I recommend enjoying this spot about dusk. The lovely blue twilight complements the light of the wheel wonderfully.
Of course, you could not have done so tonight. The Festival was closed and all the rides off. The reason I heard given was something about restocking and getting new animals.
I don't know what happened to the old animals.
Oh and if my brief history lesson piqued your interest on the Columbian Exposition or the Ferris Wheel, or heck, both of them, I highly recommend reading The Devil in the White City. Really really good read. It even has a sociopathic killer, but trust me, the best parts all deal with the building of the Ferris Wheel and the White City itself.
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In 2008 Algarve commemorates the second centenary of the rebellion against the Napoleonic army.
In 1807, the first French invasion of Portugal occurred, commanded by General Junot. This was the only invasion that directly affected the Algarve.
On 29 November 1807, a day before the arrival of the French soldiers in Lisbon, the Royal Family followed by about 15.000 people, amongst them noblemen and retainers, went to Brazil, under the protection of the British Navy, This legal and political manoeuvre symbolically preserved Portuguese independence.
This is the only European case where a royal family was transferred from its motherland to a colony. The impact of this event was enormous for Brazil. It would subsequently create the opportunity for it to quietly assume its independence.
However, the French occupation would cause bloodshed in Portugal until the summer of 1808.
The Portuguese King, D. João VI, later confirmed that the first successful revolt, which had set the people of the Algarve on fire against the Napoleonic Army, occurred in the small Algarvian village of Olhão. Three days later, a revolt in Faro broke out, soon becoming an uncontrollable situationThe Supreme Council in Faro, which was created after these revolts, decided that it would be an Olhão boat (a “caíque”) to take the good news to the Royal Family in Brazil.
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I went for a walk in the woods near my house, my husband went for a run.
It felt so good, to hear the leaves rustling below my feet,
to hear leaves hitting branches as the fell from such great heights,
to just stand still and watch my own breath swirl in front of me taking shapes of mythical monsters and sea horses,
to feel the cold icy autumn air fill my lungs as I breathe back in,
so cold and so pure.
In this moment I felt so present inside my own skin.
This was my world, This was my life, This is what I am living.
Not all those worst case scenarios that seem to cloud my head and make my heart race uncontrollably.
Those are not real,
THIS was real.
The golden path lined with maple leaves snaking through trees so tall they could tower over skyscrapers,
so tall I have to arch my back a little just to see the tops of them all.
This is the moment I am in, this is my life.
THIS is real.
You don’t need to be afraid, unless you’re made of scissors! Just a little Rock, Paper, Scissors joke for you."
It's Fallen Gods' 11th Anniversary in SL which is an amazing achievement. Alia Baroque is celebrating this with a marketplace set up with talented creator friends, and you can find the full list here.
One of the things The Flesh Carver contributes to SL is truly epic fantasy skins that you can win if you're lucky enough to find your 100% mystic connection among the people thronging the Fortune Teller - HI AKU! - and this season the Opus complete avatar is the prize. I applied my winnings and within moments was uncontrollably spouting Korg quotes so I flickred it because I had to.
HAVE A PRSPEROUS WEEK, ALL MY FLICKR FRIENDS AROUND THE WORLD!!
祝大家週末愉快!!
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Same day, just playing up a touch, I'm sorry I missed all the bucking and jumping earlier, I feel she was half doing it at me crouched down in the corner, and half because she is feeling very well. They will find any excuse to goof around uncontrollably.
Shelter in the shade.
This house was once a home and just who called it home has been lost in the passage of time.
Most likely it was home to the grazier who we can only assume lived here with his family, a wife and possibly several children.
It was quite possible that it was not an easy life but it was a lifestyle that only people from a rural background would understand.
There would have been good times as well as bad times and they would have witnessed drought and flood and a variety of other adversities.
Perhaps the children were sent to boarding school due to the distance to a local school and it goes without saying that the parents would have spent their last penny to ensure that their offspring received the best possible education.
Maybe the son or sons returned to the farm to take over the reins when the time came, we will never know.
Today the house is long abandoned and for what reason?
Was it due to financial reasons or was it due to the conditions that were uncontrollable such as prolonged adverse weather conditions.
What we do know for certain is that what was once a home is now a house and it serves as a reminder of what once was.
A short distance from the house are two large gum trees which to provide shelter for the stock that runs on the property.
Maybe there was a time when children played in and around these trees but that now belongs to a past time.
Eugowra, New South Wales, Australia.
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HOW DID THIS LYCHEE COME TO THE USA
For more;
www.ars-grin.gov/cgi-bin/npgs/acc/display.pl?1126229
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,20 LYCHEE ACCESSIONS by USDA/ARS/NPGS/SHRS
MIA 15962 PEERLESS
MIA 26313 BREWSTER
MIA 34969 (No Name)
MIA 35554 Mauritius
MIA 36620 BD 5-27
MIA 36621 Haak Ip
PI 46568 SHAN CHI
PI 51468 NO MAI TS'Z
PI 51471 Hanging Green
PI 89413 NO MAI TS'Z
PI 94066 BENGAL
PI 215487 Tukhmia
PI 234318 CALCUTTA
PI 234319 EARLY LARGE RED
PI 234320 LATE SEEDLESS
PI 277462 BREWSTER
PI 277463 BREWSTER
PI 277468 GROFF
PI 277473 MAURITIUS
PI 277474 PEERLESS
For more;
www.ars-grin.gov/cgi-bin/npgs/html/tax_site_acc.pl?MIA%20...
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India and China account for 91 percent of the world's Lychee production but it is mainly marketed locally.
IMPORTANT LYCHEE CULTIVARS OF INDIA
AJHAULI
BEDANA
CHINA
DEHRA DUN
DEHRA ROSE
DESHI
GREEN
KASBA
LATE BEDANA
LONGIA
PURBI
ROSE SCENTED (BENGAL)
SHAHI
TRIKOLIA
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SELECTED LYCHEE CULTIVARS OF FLORIDA
AMBOINA
BENGAL (ROSE SCENTED)
BOSWORTH
BREWSTER
EARLY LARGE RED
EMPEROR
GEE KEE
GROFF
HAK IP
HANGING GREEN
KAIMANA
KWAI MAI RED
MAURITIUS
NO MAI CHEE
OHIA
SALATHIEL
SWEET CLIFF
WAI CHEE
YELLOW RED
For more on Florida Lychees;
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Due to uncontrollable Squirrel and Bird infestations, owners of some neighborhoods hardly get any opportunity to enjoy the ripe and sweet fruits of their labor.
One such frustrated and angry Lychee tree owner decided to taste the semi-ripe sour Lychees, even with the light sprinkling of salt.
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Freshly picked unripe, sour Lychees.
Litchi chinensis cv 'MAURITIUS'
Family Sapindaceae
Private Garden, Rockledge, Florida, USA.
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A question to all my followers playing Horizon 4: Are you one of these people who just maxes every single car you own, so you can then drive around spamming head-to-head challenges at cars 3 or 4 classes slower than yours?
If you answered yes, why do you bother? It looks no fun at all and most of the people who do it, can't even drive the awful cars they've built (or auto-built). I dunno about you but I start getting frustrated when my car always understeers on every corner while also being uncontrollable when I get on the throttle. These idiots seem to make all their cars behave that way on purpose. I'm really glad collisions are turned off
Walking in freshly fallen snow in an Appalachia forest is a religious experience. In falling snow, it's an epiphany.
I've been around the world to some marvelous places. I've seen spectacular sunrises and sunsets at great landscapes; for example Smoky Mountains, Grand Canyon, Yosemite, Mt. Fuji, Yellowstone, Guilin, Banff, the Parthenon, cherry blossoms at Ueno, Haleakala, Borneo, to name a few. Their colors and scenery are beautiful, photogenic.
I've tromped through many kinds of woods and forests.
Yet there is something truly magical, a cut above anything else that I've experienced when walking under a snow-laden Appalachian hardwood forest in eastern Kentucky while it snows. The phrase "winter wonderland" does not do it justice. Its cascades, waterfalls, and bluffs lend themselves to photography. The forest scene does not lend itself to photography as Canyonlands or Hong Kong harbor would. Yet experiencing the Appalachian forest at the right time is overwhelming. There is no spectacular sunset under this canopy but it's the only place that I have uncontrollably uttered "wow" over and over again. It's almost as if the primeval man within was telling me, "this place is really, really good. Special. Pay attention." I'm sure there are better words but my hardwire was overwhelmed by what surrounded me. My mind could not hold it in so I sputtered out as I walked along saying "wow" or occasionally "wow, wow, wow" as my dumbfoundedness dripped out of my mouth like drops of a slowly melting icicle landing on the rocks below in the quiet of a forest.
Dam, I wish I could capture that awe on camera.
The Elevador da Bica at night, waiting for its next ride downhill, seen from the Largo Calhariz, Lisbon, Portugal
Some background information:
The Elevador da Bica (in Portuguese also named: "Ascensor da Bica"), sometimes known as the Bica Funicular, is a funicular railway line resp cable car in the civil parish of Misericórdia, in the city of Lisbon. the capital of Portugal. It runs through the Rua da Bica de Duarte Belcio and connects the Rua de São Paulo with the Largo Calhariz. The line conforms to the funicular principle, with two cars permanently attached to opposite ends of a haulage cable, which is looped over a pulley at the upper end of the track. Unusually, traction is provided by electric motors on the two cars, which are themselves powered through an overhead wire, similar to the tram network in Lisbon. The cable links the two cars together so that they ascend and descend simultaneously, each car acting as a counterweight for the other one.
The Bica Funicular is already in operation since 1892. After a contract had been signed in 1888 to install such a system, the project was conceived by the Portuguese engineer Raoul Mesnier du Ponsard. The mechanical motor of the elevator was installed in 1890, after the conclusion of the public work, but another two years of tests were necessary.
In 1912, a new contract was signed to expand the electrification of all tram lines in Lisbon. Between 1914 and 1916, the project to automate the transport system using electrical systems was completed. Unfortunately, during the conclusions of the process there was an accident with one of the cars, which became uncontrollable and crashed into the Rua de São Paulo lower station, resulting in its complete destruction. As a result, the funicular transport became inoperable for the next few years.
In 1923, the municipal council demanded the company, which operated the lines, to restart the Elevador de Bica and install new cars, provided by the firm of Theodore Bell. Since 2011, the Bica Funicular is protected and listed as a national monument of Portugal.
Lisbon is one of the oldest cities in the world and the second-oldest European capital city (after Athens). Although the first fortifications on Lisbon's castle hill are known to be no older than the 2nd century BC, recent archaeological finds have shown that Iron Age people already occupied the site from the 8th to 6th centuries BC. The Phoenicians and later the Carthaginians, are said to have called the place Alis Ubbo and used it as the only major natural harbor on the Iberian Atlantic coast. There are also evidences that Lisbon once was a Greek city, but its Greek name is unknown.
Under Roman rule, starting around 205 BC, the city was initially called Olisipo. In 48 BC, the town was granted Roman municipal rights and subsequently became known as Colonia Felicitas Iulia, growing into a larger town in the province of Lusitania. From 409 AD, barbarian tribes advanced onto the Iberian Peninsula from Gaul. During the late antique migration period, Alans, Suebi, Vandals, and Visigoths tried to occupy Lisbon.
In 719, Lisbon was conquered by Muslim Moors and later became part of the Emirate of Córdoba. The city, now known as al-Ushbuna, experienced its first major boom. During the Caliphate of Córdoba, the city was one of the most important ports, while Christian Galicians and Leonese repeatedly attempted to seize it. In 844, Vikings ravaged Lisbon and its surroundings.
In the 11th century, Lisbon was part of the Moorish Emirate of the Aftasids from Badajoz. Starting in 1093, Count Raymond of Armous, a younger son of Duke William I of Burgundy, was given rule over Galicia by King Alfonso VI of León. From there, he launched campaigns against the Moors in the south, temporarily managing to occupy Lisbon.
At the beginning of the 11th century, the south of the Iberian Peninsula was still under Moorish control. But in 1147, in the course of the so-called Reconquista, the Siege of Lisbon led to the city's final capture by the Portuguese under Alfonso I. In 1255, Lisbon became the capital city of the new Portuguese territory and in 1290, the first Portuguese university was founded in the town. During the last centuries of the Middle Ages, Lisbon expanded substantially and became an important trading post with both Northern European and Mediterranean cities.
When the Spaniards had expelled the Jews from Spanish territory, many of them fled to Lisbon. But even in Portugal they either had to convert to Christianity or leave. In 1506, an anti-semitic movement among the Old Christians of Lisbon culminated in a massacre lasting four days in which some 1,000 to 4,000 New Christian residents, converted descendants of Sephardic Jews, are estimated to have been killed.
Most of the Portuguese expeditions of the Age of Discovery set out from Lisbon during the period from the end of the 15th century to the beginning of the 17th century, including Vasco da Gama's expedition to India in 1498. In the 16th century, Lisbon’s golden era began: The city was the European hub of commerce between Africa, India, the Far East and later, Brazil, and acquired great riches by exploiting the trade of spices, slaves, sugar, textiles and other goods. This period also saw the rise of the exuberant Manueline style in architecture, which left its mark in many 16th-century monuments, including the Belém Tower and the Jerónimos Monastery.
The succession crisis of 1580 initiated a sixty-year period of dual monarchy in Portugal and Spain under the Spanish Habsburgs. In 1589, Lisbon was the target of an incursion by the English Armada led by Francis Drake. The Portuguese Restoration War, which began with a coup d'état organised by the nobility and bourgeoisie in Lisbon in 1640 amd ended with the Treaty of Lisbon in 1668, restored Portuguese independence.
In the early 18th century, gold from Brazil allowed King John V to sponsor the building of several Baroque churches and theatres in the city. Prior to the 18th century, Lisbon had experienced several significant earthquakes: eight in the 14th century, five in the 16th century, and three in the 17th century. But the earthquake of 1755 was the most davastating one. It destroyed 85 percent of the city's structures, including the Ribeira Palace and the hospital Real de Todos os Santos. An an estimated 30,000 to 40,000 Lisbon residents of a total population estimated of 200,000 to 275,000 wer killed. And in the coastal areas north of Lisbon even more people were killed by the following tsunami.
This catastrophic event shocked the whole of Europe and left a deep impression on its collective psyche. However, the city was rebuilt quickly and largely according to the plans of prime minister Sebastião José de Carvalho e Melo, the 1st Marquis of Pombal. He decided to demolish what remained after the earthquake and rebuild the city centre in accordance with principles of modern urban design. It was reconstructed in an open rectangular plan with two great squares: the Praça do Rossio and the Praça do Comércio.
In the first years of the 19th century, Portugal was invaded by the troops of Napoléon Bonaparte, forcing Queen Maria I and Prince-Regent John to flee temporarily to Brazil. By the time the new King John VI returned to Lisbon, many of the buildings and properties were pillaged, sacked or destroyed by the invaders. The development of industry and commerce determined the growth of the city and Lisbon grew farther from the Tejo river.
In 1911, Lisbon refounded its university after centuries of inactivity. In the 20th century, the city was also the site of three revolutions. The first ond of 1910 brought an end to the Portuguese monarchy and established the highly unstable and corrupt Portuguese First Republic. The second one of 1926 ended the first republic and firmly established the Portuguese Second Republic. And the third revolution of 1974, the so-called Carnation Revolution, put an end to the right-wing regime and reformed the country to what it is still today, the Portuguese Third Republic.
Modern Lisbon is the political centre of the country and hosts the government, the National Assembly, the Supreme Court of Justice and the Armed Forces. It is also the residence of the head of state and the centre of Portuguese diplomacy, with ambassadors from 86 countries residing in the city, as well as representations from Taiwan and Palestine. About 2.96 million people, who live in the Lisbon metropolitan area (representing almost 28 % of the Portugal's population), make Lisbon the third largest metropolitan area in the Iberian Peninsula after Madrid and Barcelona.