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Scottish Wildcat Portrait
Image by Keith Marshall
Although she looks just like my humble house cat Georgina, this is in fact a Scottish Wildcat, somewhat larger and fiercer than a domestic cat.
Afternoon nap
Image by Ivana Vasilj
Any time of day is a siesta for him.
In fact his whole life is a siesta.
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Meat Machine
Image by n.stauffer
Beau is my roommate's cat. I frequently and unintentionally neglect to use masculine pronouns to describe the beast, using words like "it" and "the cat" and "meat machine". The latter, while meant affectionately, comes from the fact that although it lives with us and is a welcome creature it has no soul and amounts to little more than a machine made out of meat. Those are not the eyes of a soul-possessing entity. Blast if it isn't fantastically engineered though; I often let it bite me so I can admire the dentition.
I still like to force it to cuddle or to play peek-a-boo with it. This is therefore my tribute to domesticated animals no matter how weird it is to intentionally share a household or form emotional bonds with a non-sentient species.
Ruthven and friends
Image by telepathicparanoia
Don't think these animals are unloved just because they're boxed up in a closet. In fact, these are the ones I'm hiding from my mom, so she won't use them to her own ends.
Ruthven the snake, a 'possum, a few guinea piggies, sorcerer bear, a pink chicken, and of course, Mo Bear in the back.
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have no fear
Image by elycefeliz
“Bravery is the capacity to perform properly even when scared half to death.”
~ Omar Bradley
Fear Not is a community-based art project that creates an anti-fear environment both on the street and in art spaces. The ongoing exhibition will include over 150 images of Fear Not Indirect Mail that has been delivered on the streets of San Francisco, Oakland, Brisbane, Austin, Chicago, Nashville, Kapa’a, and Wailua in the United States, Karlsruhe in Germany, and Florence and Milan in Italy, and London in England will be on view. Fear Not Indirect Mail involves participants writing anti-fear messages on postcards that are turned into magnets and placed somewhere out in the community (on bus stops, street signs, etc.) for someone else to find.
Fear Not Project website
Jennifer Maria Harris: "I have shown my work in traditional art venues for many years, but I have also always created artworks that exist outside of those spaces and that invite and involve people from all walks of life, even some who might not feel comfortable in, or interested in, a gallery or museum.
In the fall of 2007 I read an interview in The Sun magazine with Irish poet and philosopher John O'Donohue. The interview focused on questions of spirituality and creativity, and along the way it mentioned that the phrase "Do not be afraid" appears 366 times in the Bible. I imagined the person who had gone through over a thousand pages looking for that one message, and it made me think about how we are constantly making choices with regard to filtering the information around us, whether that's information from the Bible or another religious text, from friends and family, or from our own thoughts. That made me interested in creating a project that would make those choices more transparent.
As human animals, it is natural for us to choose to focus on and communicate about what to be afraid of. In our current culture, where we are surrounded by an overwhelming amount of information from around the globe, this results in an equally overwhelming amount of fear-oriented messages, both in our mass media and in the information we share with each other.
The Fear Not project seeks to address this culture of fear, which cuts across communities and contributes to the divisions in our society, by inviting people to consciously deliver anti-fear messages to each other and create a culture of Fear Not. The messages tell people not to be afraid, but I don't think the power behind the message is in the words. It's in the reminder that we can choose to see those words in the world around us. It's in the reminder that we can then choose to pass those words on. It's in the fact that someone else chose to share them with us, without regard for our race, religion, or political beliefs.
In all of these ways, I hope to emphasize how the power to shape our emotional environment, and the kind of world in which we choose to live, lies with us, not with the media or anyone else.
Fear Not Project on Facebook
have no fear
Image by elycefeliz
If we let things terrify us, life will not be worth living.
~ Seneca, Epistles
Fear Not is a community-based art project that creates an anti-fear environment both on the street and in art spaces. The ongoing exhibition will include over 150 images of Fear Not Indirect Mail that has been delivered on the streets of San Francisco, Oakland, Brisbane, Austin, Chicago, Nashville, Kapa’a, and Wailua in the United States, Karlsruhe in Germany, and Florence and Milan in Italy, and London in England will be on view. Fear Not Indirect Mail involves participants writing anti-fear messages on postcards that are turned into magnets and placed somewhere out in the community (on bus stops, street signs, etc.) for someone else to find.
Fear Not Project website
Jennifer Maria Harris: "I have shown my work in traditional art venues for many years, but I have also always created artworks that exist outside of those spaces and that invite and involve people from all walks of life, even some who might not feel comfortable in, or interested in, a gallery or museum.
In the fall of 2007 I read an interview in The Sun magazine with Irish poet and philosopher John O'Donohue. The interview focused on questions of spirituality and creativity, and along the way it mentioned that the phrase "Do not be afraid" appears 366 times in the Bible. I imagined the person who had gone through over a thousand pages looking for that one message, and it made me think about how we are constantly making choices with regard to filtering the information around us, whether that's information from the Bible or another religious text, from friends and family, or from our own thoughts. That made me interested in creating a project that would make those choices more transparent.
As human animals, it is natural for us to choose to focus on and communicate about what to be afraid of. In our current culture, where we are surrounded by an overwhelming amount of information from around the globe, this results in an equally overwhelming amount of fear-oriented messages, both in our mass media and in the information we share with each other.
The Fear Not project seeks to address this culture of fear, which cuts across communities and contributes to the divisions in our society, by inviting people to consciously deliver anti-fear messages to each other and create a culture of Fear Not. The messages tell people not to be afraid, but I don't think the power behind the message is in the words. It's in the reminder that we can choose to see those words in the world around us. It's in the reminder that we can then choose to pass those words on. It's in the fact that someone else chose to share them with us, without regard for our race, religion, or political beliefs.
In all of these ways, I hope to emphasize how the power to shape our emotional environment, and the kind of world in which we choose to live, lies with us, not with the media or anyone else.
Fear Not Project on Facebook
have no fear
Image by elycefeliz
Love is the only sane and satisfactory answer to the problem of human existence.
~Eric Fromm
Fear Not is a community-based art project that creates an anti-fear environment both on the street and in art spaces. The ongoing exhibition will include over 150 images of Fear Not Indirect Mail that has been delivered on the streets of San Francisco, Oakland, Brisbane, Austin, Chicago, Nashville, Kapa’a, and Wailua in the United States, Karlsruhe in Germany, and Florence and Milan in Italy, and London in England will be on view. Fear Not Indirect Mail involves participants writing anti-fear messages on postcards that are turned into magnets and placed somewhere out in the community (on bus stops, street signs, etc.) for someone else to find.
Fear Not Project website
Jennifer Maria Harris: "I have shown my work in traditional art venues for many years, but I have also always created artworks that exist outside of those spaces and that invite and involve people from all walks of life, even some who might not feel comfortable in, or interested in, a gallery or museum.
In the fall of 2007 I read an interview in The Sun magazine with Irish poet and philosopher John O'Donohue. The interview focused on questions of spirituality and creativity, and along the way it mentioned that the phrase "Do not be afraid" appears 366 times in the Bible. I imagined the person who had gone through over a thousand pages looking for that one message, and it made me think about how we are constantly making choices with regard to filtering the information around us, whether that's information from the Bible or another religious text, from friends and family, or from our own thoughts. That made me interested in creating a project that would make those choices more transparent.
As human animals, it is natural for us to choose to focus on and communicate about what to be afraid of. In our current culture, where we are surrounded by an overwhelming amount of information from around the globe, this results in an equally overwhelming amount of fear-oriented messages, both in our mass media and in the information we share with each other.
The Fear Not project seeks to address this culture of fear, which cuts across communities and contributes to the divisions in our society, by inviting people to consciously deliver anti-fear messages to each other and create a culture of Fear Not. The messages tell people not to be afraid, but I don't think the power behind the message is in the words. It's in the reminder that we can choose to see those words in the world around us. It's in the reminder that we can then choose to pass those words on. It's in the fact that someone else chose to share them with us, without regard for our race, religion, or political beliefs.
In all of these ways, I hope to emphasize how the power to shape our emotional environment, and the kind of world in which we choose to live, lies with us, not with the media or anyone else.
Fear Not Project on Facebook
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Death Lizard
Image by MJorge
Found this lizard death in my backyard. Big one in fact. Not very common this lizard's size here.
Is this my good side?
Image by Mink
This is the first time for me to be so up close to camels despite the fact that I've lived in Kuwait all my life. It was a nice experience
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Vigil for Prospect Park Geese
Image by heypatrick
The Humane Society of the United States, New York State Senator Eric Adams, and City Council Member Brad Lander joined about 75 people to hold vigil for Prospect Park's slaughtered geese by the lake on the southwest side of the park.
The event was organized by concerned community members through the "For the love of the geese in Prospect Park" facebook group.
More info:
www.humanesociety.org/news/press_releases/2010/hsus_urges...
The Humane Society of the United States Urges Halt to Goose Slaughter
NEW YORK (July 14, 2010) – The Humane Society of the United States calls on New York officials to immediately halt its program to kill resident Canada geese and work instead on a plan that will truly protect public safety and clears the geese from certain areas.
News outlets have reported that many New Yorkers are also distressed about the city’s contract with the U.S. Department of Agriculture which resulted in the recent killing of 400 resident Canada geese in Brooklyn’s Prospect Park and includes plans to round up more geese this week.
“This inhumane, ineffective and costly contract is the wrong way to address the goose population,” said Patrick Kwan, New York state director for The HSUS. Scientists at the Smithsonian Institute have examined feather remains from the 2009 US Airways Flight 1549 bird strike and determined that the Canada geese involved were from a migrating population, not the local resident populations targeted by these roundups.
Many of the geese now being killed would never have been hatched if the city had adopted The HSUS’ recommendations in 2009 to implement a comprehensive program to render goose eggs unviable, along with other effective tactics.
Communities across the country have had tremendous success with such programs that include treating eggs so they don’t hatch, modifying habitats so they don’t attract geese, and using trained dogs to make geese fly elsewhere. A comprehensive, transparent and publicly supported management plan which includes these components is sorely needed to address the goose issue.
The HSUS offers extensive resources for developing programs to humanely reduce conflicts with geese and other wild animals.
Facts
• Airport safety programs can keep the flying public safe and can be humane. The best programs use long-term strategies to permanently reduce the conditions that attract geese to airports.
• Killing geese merely opens habitat for other geese to fill. The answer is to treat the problem at the source—make airports and surrounding areas undesirable habitat to the birds while preventing flock growth with egg addling programs.
• Federal law protects Canada geese; however, that only means that people cannot harm birds without US Fish and Wildlife Service permission.
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Alfred Cain Winters
Image by jajacks62
Company B, 59th Indiana Infantry and Company A, 13th Indiana Infantry
From Harold F. Winters 6 Jun 1984 (also a grandson of Alfred Cain)
Alfred Cain Winters was born 9 March 1837 in Owen County, Indiana. He was the third child, second son, of Thomas and Elizabeth (Arney) Winters. He had four brothers and four sisters. Not much is known about his boyhood, but no doubt, he shared in the household chores, and, with his four brothers, worked his father's farm as long as he lived at home. He attended the still somewhat primitive schools of rural Indiana. This was at a time when the church was the very center of community life. His father, Thomas, and Uncle Obadiah Winters were preachers and elders in the Bethsaida Christian Church (also called "The Winters Church") from its organization about 1840 until their deaths in 1875 and 1876. No doubt Alfred Cain spoke German, or at least understood it. His mother, born in North Carolina, came from one of the first German families to settle in Owen County. the 1840's and 1850's probably were happy and carefree times for the Winters family.
The 1860's, however, were troubled and often tragic times. Abraham Lincoln had been inaugurated 16th President of the United States on March 4, 186`. War "fever" was mounting to great heights in the North because of the bombardment of Fort Sumpter on April 12, 1861. Several Southern States had seceded from the Union. Indiana supplied many soldiers to the Union Army. Many did not return.
There were many "war marriages". Alfred Cain Winters and Sarah J. Horton were married in Clay Co., Ind. 5 Sep 1861. Less than two months later he was in the Union Army. At that time a regiment was recruited from each Congressional District. Alfred Cain enlisted on 1 Nov 1861, as Private, Company B, 59th Indiana Infantry Regiment which was being formed at Gosport in the eastern part of Owen County. The 59th (Noble Rifles) saw action with the Army of the Mississippi. Alfred participated in the various campaigns and battles in which his regiment fought while he was in the service. However, his service was interrupted on 1 Feb 1862, at Gosport, Indiana, by an attack of measles which "settled in my back and shoulders causing kidney disease". He was also treated at No. 2 Marine General Hospital, Evansville, Ind., on 13 Aug 1862, and again at the Marine Hospital, St. Louis, Mo., in the spring of 1863. This did not keep him from his military duties, however. At some time during this service he was advanced to Sergeant of Company B. His son, Calvin Treat, remembered that his father fought in the Battle of Island No. 10, part of the campaign to open the Mississippi River to traffic.
On 3 October 1886, William A. Rogers, 2nd Lieut., Co. B, 59th Regiment, certified that "he knew Sergeant Alfred Winters and that while in the Iine of duty at the New Madrid, Mo., in the spring of 1862, he was subject to great exposure while in the line of duty, often standing waist deep in water and sleeping on the wet ground - contracting rheumatism." He was discharges in Sunflower County, Miss on 28 Mar 1863, and returned to his home in Owen County, Indiana to recuperate.
For 20 months Alfred Cain was reunited with his wife in Indiana. Their first child, Parris E. Winters, was born March 29, 1864. He was not to remain at home for the remainder of the war, however. On 16 Dec 1864, he returned to service in Company A, 13th Regiment, Indiana Infantry. He was described as 5 ft., 8 in. tall;complexion - dark; eyes - black; hair - black; and, occupation - farmer. He served until honorably discharged at Goldsborough, N. C. on 5 Sep 1865. He again returned home to Johnstown, near Coal City, Owen County, Indiana. Hopefully he arrived before October 15, for on this date his first son died. Almost a year later, on September 3, 1866, his wife, Sarah J., and their infant daughter died. The three graves are to be found in the Winters Cemetery, one mile south of Coal City, Owen County, Indiana.
On September 12, 1867, Alfred Cain Winters and Eliza Ann (nee Fiscus) Winters were married by Allen J. Rose (Owen County Marriage Book 29, p. 367). She had married Obadiah Lycurgus Winters, son of Obadiah Winters, on March 10, 1864 (Alfred C's first cousin), but he died of measles on March 10, 1865, while in the Union Army. Their son, John Nelson Winters, born December 28, 1864, was reared as a child of Alfred Cain. The couple returned to farming in Owen County. Seven of their nine children were born there, three of whom died at less than one year of age. The three infants were buried in the Winters Cemetery near Coal City.
In a letter to the Pension Bureau, Washington, D. C., dated February 2, 1886, Alfred Cain wrote, "In May 1879, I left Ind. and came to Kans., first stayed at Concordia, Staide 6 weeks, and then went to Coffeyville. . . In 1883, in Feb., came to Thayer and have resided in Willson County to the present time, Thayer being my P. O. address." Starting from Owen County, Indiana, in May 1879, the family moved to Kansas in covered wagons, taking their household goods with them and driving their livestock. It is not known just how many were in the caravan, but it probably included the families of Alfred Cain's brothers, Sylvester and Lester Delbert. Calvin Treat remembered the trip even though just over four years of age. He stepped on a yellow jacket while walking barefooted beside their wagon. His brother, John, then picked him up and carried him for several miles.
The exact route the family followed is not known, but they crossed the Mississippi River at Hannibal, Mo. After crossing the state of Missouri, they probably entered Kansas at Kansas City and continued to Concordia, Cloud County (north central part of the State), where their brother William had settled previously. Glasco was William's post office address.
In his letter to the Pension Bureau, Alfred Cain stated that he remained at Concordia for six weeks then continued to Coffeyville, near the Oklahoma border, in Montgomery County Kansas. Just when the family arrived at Coffeyville is not know, but supposedly it was in the fall of 1879, the same year they left Indiana. Probably they engaged in farming there for about three years. By 1883, they had moved one county north to Wilson County.
Although the Winters family lived within Wilson County, Kansas, they were only a few miles west of Thayer in Neosho county. They considered Thayer their town. It was their trade and social center. They were members of the First Christian Church of Thayer. Although not very active in politics, Alfred Cain was a Republican.
Farming in Kansas was on a larger scale than it had been in Indiana. Farms generally were larger, the terrain flatter. More machinery was used, although in the 1880's, it was still horse-drawn. General farming was practiced so as to provide yearlong grain and fodder for the livestock; meat, eggs, flour and vegetables for the family; and, a surplus of any of these for cash sales. Alfred was good with farm animals. He was a "Horse Doctor" of sorts at a time when there were few veterinarians. He was often called upon to doctor neighbors' horses in addition to his own. Probably he was considered a prosperous farmer. About the end of the Century however, he suffered severe financial reverses resulting in loss of the two farms that he owned. I (Harold) seem to remember discussion of a partnership with a brother in grain speculation, but I have no facts.
The 1900 U. S. Census for Chetopa Township, Neosho County, Kansas, shows the family living on a rented farm. The children in the household were: Calvin T (25 yrs.), Frank (21 yrs.), Bessie (18 yrs.-born Kansas), and H Edmond (16 yrs.-born Kansas). The others were born in Indiana. Kisa Mae, who married Clint E. Blouch (or Blough), had died in 1898, and was buried at Thayer. Ora Alice was married to John Cantley and living in her own home. In 1906, Alfred Cain moved the family to Fletcher, Oklahoma, thinking the drier climate would be good for Eliza Ann's health. After Calvin Treat and Christie Myrtle Updike were married on September 28, 1910, they lived with his parents at Fletcher. Eliza Ann died there on December 10, 1911. She was buried at Thayer, Kansas.
From about 1913 until about 1916, Calvin Treat and Christie Myrtle farmed at Nowata, Oklahoma. They moved next to Thayer, Kansas. His father, Alfred Cain, made his home with them during these years and may have shared some aspects of the farming enterprise. After the Marriage of H. Edmond, his youngest son, to Lois Patterson in November 1917. He made his home with them. Together they farmed, first near South Center School, south of Thayer, then at Earlton, Kansas. We lived across the road, beside the South Center School. The most prominent memory I have of this time was the fear of a red Shorthorn bull named "Winfield". He belonged to Grandpa. I am not sure just how dangerous he was. Mamma probably exaggerated his temperament to keep Calvin and me out of his pasture. I remember Grandpa as a gentle, old man. Calvin remembers that he would hold us on his lap while singing the "Cowboys' Lament" (Later called "Streets of Laredo").
Grandma (Eliza Ann) told our Mother that Grandpa often exhibited a stubborn streak. Once when the children were small, a circus came to Thayer. She wanted to take them into town just to see the parade but Grandpa hitched up the team and cultivated corn all day. She also told Mamma that if the "men folks" came in from the fields for dinner (at midday) before it was ready, to just hurriedly set the table and they would not become impatient.
Grandpa remained active almost to the end of his life. In the fall of 1920, when he was 83 years of age, he returned to Owen County, Indiana, for a prolonged visit. In a letter to his daughter, Ora, he lamented the lack of friends there. He had outlived most of them. The next year he visited us briefly at Broken Arrow, OK. I think that it was in the summer of 1922, that he fell from a riding cultivator and was injured. The horses became frightened at a snake and reared back, jolting him from the seat. This was at the farm near Earlton where he had moved with Uncle Ed's Family in 1919. They were living at this location when Grandpa died, July 7, 1923, at the age of 86 years, 3 months and 29 days. He was buried beside his wife at the Thayer, KS, Cemetery.
Written by Harold F. Winters.
Sources:
Civil War Records - National Archives
Family Records and traditions
Clay County, IN records
Owen County, IN records
Major Abraham Owen DAR Chapter
Owen County Indiana Cemetery Listings 725 pp. 1983
James MAXWELL was killed by a fall
Image by SandyEm
Sacred to the memory of
James MAXWELL
Who was killed by a fall from his horse
at the Wade River
9th April 1857
Aged 27 years
"Boast not thyself of tomorrow
for thou knowest not what it may bring"
Pov.27.1
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Fatal Accident. — Inquest on the Body. — We have to record the death under very painful circumstances, of Mr James Maxwell. The deceased resided at what is cailed Maxwell's Bush about 30 miles from Auckland. On Thursday morning, he left home on horseback to go to Maurice Kellys, a distance of about 12 miles. The same evening his horse returned without a rider, but Mrs. Maxwell did not feel much alarmed, thinking that the animal had broken loose at the Wade. Next day, however, she sent her son, a youth, to the Wade, tor the purpose of enquiring whether his father had left. He was informed that Mr. Maxwell had left about 4 o'clock on the Thursday, that, on leaving, he had tried to jump the horse over something, and been thrown, but that he had immediately re-mounted and galloped off. On returning home with this sad intelligence, the boy was sent to communicate with a neighbour, a Mr. Ralph Osbaldistone, residing about 6 miles off On the following day, Saturday, Mr. Osbaldistone searched for the deceased and about one in the afternoon, found his body on the road, about 400 yards from his own home. The head was doubled under the breast, and the body presented the appearance of having been for some time lifeless. Yesterday, at an inquest held at the William Denny Hotel, before H. J. Andrews, Esq., coroner, and a jury, these facts were deposed to, although the evidence of the lad, owing to his youth, was inadmissable. Dr. Lee also testified to the state of the body, the inference from whose evidence being that the unfortunate man had been thrown from his horse, and been kicked on the head when on the ground. We may add that, although the body was received by the authorities on Sunday, the widow having brought the remains of her husband to town, the inquest was not held till yesterday at 4 o'clock. This delay was caused by a wish on the part of the coroner that the evidence of Mr. Maurice Kelly, who last saw the deceased alive, should have been had at the inquest. The jury returned a verdict of "Found dead ".- The dei-eased, who was a very old settler, leaves a widow and large family to deplore his loss. [1]
From genealogical site:
Mary was born in the village of Straiton, the daughter of a wheelwright, one Peter Stevenson. She went out to work at about age 17 and met and married James Maxwell, a son of the Clan Maxwell. The family did not approve of this marriage, considering that James had married 'beneath his station'.Possibly as a consequence of this disapproval, the young couple joined the first band of migrants organised by Edward Gibbon Wakefield in a commecial emigration venture offering land in New Zealand under attractive terms. These terms involved somewhat questionable land purchases from the Maori, and in the Nelson area shortly afterwards led to conflict between the incoming settlers and the resident tribes. In addition, the terms of the scheme required that intending migrant families should ship with them vital components of the homes they would be building, such as the windows and doors.The reasoning for this became apparent later, for the ship they travelled on, the 'Aurora', was subsequently sent to the Kaipara Harbour north of Auckland, where she picked up Kauri timber for transport to Wellington. Unfortunately, she was lost on the return voyage with the timber no doubt intended for sale to the colonists then learning the craft of building huts of raupo, Maori style.The Maxwells were initially dumped on the beach at Petone, in what is now Wellington's main harbour. It did not take them long to decide that better prospects were likely in Aucxkland, far to the north, so they set off on foot, following Maori paths through heavy bush and scrub, intitially reaching the Wairoa Settlement in the northern Hawkes Bay on the east coast.It is presumed that they stayed there some time, and presumably acquired a small cutter, for it is recorded that when they did arrive in Auckland he sold the vessel to Oreki Paul, at that time paramount chief of the Ngatiwhatua Tribe, for 1900 acres in the upper reaches of Auckland's Waitemata Harbour, at a place now known as Riverhead. There James set himself up as a timber merchant, supplying the then infant town of Auckland with all their timber requirements. James continued with this work until 1856[sic] when he died as a result of a fall from his horse when returning from a business trip in Auckland.This meant Mary was left alone to manage the business with her two eldest boys, but it was very difficult and many of the people who worked for them were a mixed lot, now no longer under the strong hand of James. She married a John Quigley, but after some years they parted company, and eventually Mary moved north to the Hokianga district in Northland, where there was a flourishing timber trade. There she resided near her daughter Annie who had married into the extensive Beazley clan.
References:
[1]
paperspast.natlib.govt.nz/cgi-bin/paperspast?a=d&cl=s...
[2]
www.myrasplace.net/inez/fam00015.htm
A few nice animals facts images I found:
Dragonflies eat Butterflies!
Image by Frank Peters
Best viewed large. Shot hand held.
I was trying to get a photo of this butterfly when a huge blue shape swooped in and snagged it. It then landed on a blade of grass and started to chow down.
I've taken a LOT of pictures of dragonflies and somehow managed to completely miss the fact that they are, apparently, carnivores.
Center for Great Apes
Image by Dave081
Entrance to the Center for Great Apes
The Center for Great Apes' mission is to provide a permanent sanctuary in a safe and enriching environment for orangutans and chimpanzees in need of permanent lifetime care.
The Center maintains these animals in a safe and enriching habitat in accordance with state and federal regulations and in fact exceeds state requirements.
The Center also provides a resource center for students of primatology, anthropology, zoology, and other related subjects; as well as education programs for the public. These programs inform the community about these endangered primates and their need for conservation in the wild as well as their need for protection in captivity.
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Goofy beluga
Image by francescominciotti
Despite the fact that was amazing, viewing such an incredible animal live, from under the sea (the aquarium has a pool with glass walls), I think sperm whale's smiles make them a little goofy :)
A street corner in Barrio Lavapies in Madrid
Image by CharlesFred
Looking like they walked off a Pedro Almodovar film set - when in fact they were doing their Saturday afternoon shopping. View On White
Murchison Falls Conservation
Image by screenpunk
I'm sure you all have been waiting to see these. My old pyamas. Slept in them for about 12 years before the back dropped. Souvenir from Africa. And in fact i didnt even like them.
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Magpie in woodland
Image by id-iom
We've been a little quiet of late but that doesn't mean we haven't been busy! We have in fact been very busy working with dangerous animals and giant stencils on a new bar that has opened in Brixton.
The Electric Social on Acre Lane is now open for business and looking spiffing - complete with id-iom enhanced interior! Scattered throughout we have painted numerous happy woodland animals. There's mice, rats, magpies, a stoat and an owl. Unfortunately there's a couple of bad eggs that have slipped in too - as the bloody squirrels have only been at the crack again! They'll be chewing on the wiring before you know it...
The Brixton crack squirrels were actually inspired by a couple of 'true' stories (I use true in the loosest sense of the word - mainly that it was reported by The Guardian and The Sun newspapers).
Cheers
id-iom
Hedgehog in the Fog
Image by Matt. Create.
Hedgehog in the Fog (Russian: Ёжик в тумане, Yozhik v tumane) is a 1975 Soviet/Russian animated film directed by Yuriy Norshteyn, produced by the Soyuzmultfilm studio in Moscow. The Russian script was written by Sergei Grigoryevich Kozlov, who also published a book under the same name. In 2006, Norshteyn published a book titled Hedgehog in the Fog, listing himself as an author alongside Kozlov.[1]
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hedgehog_in_the_Fog
Soyuzmultfilm
The 60s, 70s and 80s saw the release of many films whose characters became an integral part of Soviet culture: Winnie-the-Pooh (Винни-Пух), Crocodile Gena (Крокодил Гена), Karlsson-on-the-Roof (Карлсон, который живёт на крыше), The Musicians of Bremen (Бременские музыканты), Three from Buttermilk Village (Трое из Простоквашино), Nu, pogodi! (Ну, погоди!), Hedgehog in the Fog (Ёжик в тумане), The Mystery of the Third Planet (Тайна третьей планеты) etc.
The variety of animation styles and the unprecedented degree of artistic freedom given to its many animators made Soyuzmultfilm perhaps the most diverse of the world's major animation studios.
Soyuzmultfilm's creativity was fueled in part by the unique conditions of the Soviet Union which made it possible for the studio to disregard the commercial appeal of its films. Because animators were paid by the Academy of Film regardless of how well or how poorly their products sold (though they were not, in fact, "sold"), they were free to pursue their artistic vision without giving a thought to finances.
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Soyuzmultfilm
Hedgehog in the Fog on You Tube. (English Subtitled)
www.youtube.com/watch?v=dRsXU4Q6a0Q
Apparently, this statue is relatively new, put in place here in January 2009.
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100+ Views & Other Sets @ Flickr
A few nice animals facts images I found:
High roof inside the Africian Savannah building
Image by jon_a_ross
The giraffes had just had a baby and so were the subject of much of the zoo activity. In fact this africian savannah building was the single busiest we saw while at the zoo.
Our first stop at the zoo on this trip was to the Africian Savannah building. The birds and Giraffes were both very active as the zoo keepers were busy feeding both of them.
A brief trip to the Calgary Zoo (www.calgaryzoo.com).
The giraffes more interested in the tree
Image by jon_a_ross
The giraffes had just had a baby and so were the subject of much of the zoo activity. In fact this africian savannah building was the single busiest we saw while at the zoo.
Our first stop at the zoo on this trip was to the Africian Savannah building. The birds and Giraffes were both very active as the zoo keepers were busy feeding both of them.
A brief trip to the Calgary Zoo (www.calgaryzoo.com).
Giraffes looking over their range
Image by jon_a_ross
The giraffes had just had a baby and so were the subject of much of the zoo activity. In fact this africian savannah building was the single busiest we saw while at the zoo.
Our first stop at the zoo on this trip was to the Africian Savannah building. The birds and Giraffes were both very active as the zoo keepers were busy feeding both of them.
A brief trip to the Calgary Zoo (www.calgaryzoo.com).
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08122011 - Sleeping Pigs
Image by StormLoverSwin93
Some resting pigs at the IL State Fair, after being in the Swine Show. To be honest I found it to be quite unfair and mean as some people just treat their hogs as a slice of pork and slap them around. I know for a fact I will rather not attend one of these shows again simply because any form of whipping or hitting an animal around is just wrong. Probably my sensitive side showing, because they are harmless animals and take enough of their life to become something we put on the table and eat.
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Painting of St. Abbo, Church of Bet Mercurios, Lalibela, Ethiopia
Image by A.Davey
If I need proof that looking isn't the same as seeing, all I need to do is think back on my visit to the Church of Bet Mercurios in Lalibela, Ethiopia.
Now that I've looked at the photos from that visit, I realize the church houses three paintings of St. Abbo.
Until then, I hadn't the foggiest recollection of what I'd seen in Bet Mercurios, much less that I'd come across three very different interpretations of a distinctive story from Ethiopian religious history.
During such visits, would I be better off living in the moment and really seeing my surroundings instead of photographing them?
I think the answer is no. My memory is not photographic. Given how quickly visitors pass through these important sites, it would be astonishing if I could remember I'd seen three paintings illustrating the same story, much less remember the details.
With photographs, I'm effectively augmenting my memory, all the better for me and for anyone who views my photos of Ethiopia.
Now that we have that out of the way, a refresher is in order. According to flickerite PJBayens, who identified this saint for me in a painting several churches ago:
"Saint Gebre Menfes Kidus, more popularly known as Saint Abbo . . . founded the monastery on Mount Zuqwala (various spellings)."
"Like the Western St. Francis, he's portrayed with animals--and clothed in his own body hair. He's featured in one of the stained glass windows in the church of Tekle Haymanot in Debre Libanos."
This painting of St. Abbo is remarkable for the detail with which his clothing is rendered. Other paintings hint at this configuration and pattern, but this is the only painting in which the details of the clothing are fully realized. If you're wondering what that fabulous fabric is, go back a paragraph and re-read the description of St. Abbo.
Ok, so what about St. Abbo's posse of big cats?
Here, they're more realistic than their counterparts in other paintings, which is to say they're not goofy-looking cartoon characters.
In fact, this collection of lions and leopards is all business, staring intently at the viewer. With these beasts, I'd probably want to ask St. Abbo for permission to approach instead of sauntering up to the nearest lion and scratching it under the chin.
If you'd like to see all the paintings of St. Abbo I photographed in Ethiopia, please follow this link:
www.flickr.com/search/?q=abbo&w=40595948@N00
Church of Bet Mercurios, Lalibela, Ethiopia.
Kampa Dzong, Tibet [1904] John C. White [RESTORED]
Image by ralphrepo
Entitled: Kampa Dzong, Tibet [1904] John C. White [RESTORED] The image was nearly perfect to begin with. I smoothed out the clouds, got rid of some minor spot and scratch problems, evened the tones and added a bit more contrast. (I had previously wrongly attributed this image to John Baptist Noel, one of White's contemporaries in the region and another historical photography figure in his own right; my humble apologies to all viewers for the glaring error.)
"British amateur photographer, who served in the Indian Public Works Department from 1876 and as political agent for Sikkim, Bhutan, and Tibetan affairs 1905–8. White accompanied the Younghusband Mission to Tibet in 1903–4 and during the campaign made a series of mainly landscape photographs, including a number of impressive panoramas. A selection of these was later issued in two photogravure volumes by the Calcutta photographers Johnston & Hoffmann as Tibet and Lhasa (1906). Owing to political sensitivities regarding the accompanying text, they were subsequently withdrawn, and are now extremely rare. A memoir, Sikhim and Bhutan: Experiences of Twenty Years on the North‐Eastern Frontier of India, appeared in 1909, and many of White's photographs accompany the articles on Sikkim and Bhutan which he later wrote for the National Geographic Magazine."
Quoted from: John Claude White Biography - (1853–1918), Tibet and Lhasa arts.jrank.org/pages/11649/John-Claude-White.html#ixzz0rW...
Kampa Dzong (trad. Khamber Jong; also Khampa Dzong), also referred to as the Tibetan hamlet of Gamba, sits just north of the point where Nepal, India (Sikkim) and Bhutan currently abuts the Chinese border.
Tibet sat on the crossroads of history in the early 1900's, with a British force seeking to secure the northern border of its subcontinent possessions against incursion. Britain was alarmed that China was reportedly allowing unopposed Russian access to Tibet, thus putting another colonial power immediately north of India. As a prelude to that conflict, the British regional authorities attempted to negotiate with both Tibet and China and seek agreements with both governments. The meeting place was supposed to be at Kampa Dzong, see below:
"The causes of the war are obscure, and it seems to have been primarily provoked by rumours circulating amongst the Calcutta-based British administration (Delhi was made imperial capital of India in 1911) that the Chinese government, (who nominally controlled Tibet), were planning to turn it over to the Russians, thus providing Russia with a direct route to British India and breaking the chain of semi-independent, mountainous buffer-states which separated India from the Russian Empire to the north. These rumours were seemingly supported by the facts of Russian exploration of Tibet. Russian explorer Gombojab Tsybikov was the first photographer of Lhasa, residing in it in 1900—1901 with the aid of the thirteenth Dalai Lama's Russian courtier Agvan Dorjiyev.
In view of the rumors, the Viceroy, Lord Curzon in 1903 sent a request to the governments of China and Tibet for negotiations to be held at Khampa Dzong (Khamber Jong), a tiny Tibetan village north of Sikkim to establish trade agreements. The Chinese were willing, and ordered the thirteenth Dalai Lama to attend. However, the Dalai Lama refused, and also refused to provide transportation to enable the amban (the Chinese official based in Lhasa), You Tai, to attend. Curzon concluded that China had no power or authority to compel the Tibetan government, and gained approval from London to send a military expedition, led by Colonel Francis Younghusband, to Khampa Dzong. When no Tibetan or Chinese officials met them there, Younghusband advanced, with some 1,150 soldiers, 10,000 porters and laborers, and thousands of pack animals, to Tuna, fifty miles beyond the border. After waiting more months there, hoping in vain to be met by negotiators, the expedition received orders (in 1904) to continue toward Lhasa.
Tibet's government, guided by the Dalai Lama was understandably unhappy about the presence of a large acquisitive foreign power dispatching a military mission to its capital, and began marshalling its armed forces. The government was fully aware that no help could be expected from the Chinese government, and so intended to use their arduous terrain and mountain-trained army to block the British path. The British authorities had also thought of the trials mountain fighting would pose, and so dispatched a force heavy with Gurkha and Pathan troops, who came from mountainous regions of British India. The entire British force numbered just over 3,000 fighting men and was accompanied by 7,000 sherpas, porters and camp followers. Permission for the operation was received from London, but it is not clear that the Balfour government was fully aware of the scale of the operation, or of the Tibetan intention to resist it."
Source: www.absoluteastronomy.com/topics/British_expedition_to_Tibet
Who was tracking who?
Image by Viewminder
I followed their signs and tracks for three days and nights hoping to photograph the apex predator that is the wolf.
The constant rain though perilous to my comfort, creating slippery trails and damaging my feet... it provided me with 'time' information on the whereabouts of the pack.
In that rain on that day I think it would have been probable that the pawprint I photographed in the mud was less than twenty minutes old... I was backtracking on a trail from the end of a peninsula that I had just walked down less than an hour ago... my bootprints had been erased by the rain... the wolf's prints were still crisp and readable.
They were following me... I had no doubt... a couple of silver flashes in the woods so quick... an arching jump over a log leaving me only to wonder if I really saw what I thought I saw. There'd never be enough time to press the shutter release much less grab the camera from my side and point it at them.
These were their woods.
Each night in order to try to dry my clothes I would get down to one layer and do a quick walk around the perimeter of the site I chose to camp... I'd look for signs of the wolves... vantage points they might watch me from. The next morning I'd do the same thing to wake up and often I would see new signs that the wolves had been there in the night. Sometimes they were close. Really close.
Those signs would tell me what the wolves had been eating... how long it was since their kill... but mostly it told me that they had this ability to move around me quite closely without ever giving their presence away. I knew that the wolf was the master predator of these woods and that if he chose to take me down I would probably have no chance. I would probably never see the thing coming.
There'd only be a wooshing sound to break the silence followed by the ever quickening beats of the paw pads ripping through the undergrowth...a dead silience as the hunter leapt into the air with a lethally choreographed attack that was carefully premeditated and certain to make it's mark.
I'd been attacked by a pack of wild dogs before... when I rode my bicycle from Chicago to Carbondale... I've seen them focus on my achilles tendon... that's how they like to bring you down... their focus can be incredible, admirable even... I learned pretty quickly that the way to survive a dog attack at least was to interrupt it... watch and wait for the attack to be launched... sometimes it's all just a feint... you can tell when it's going to transition from pursuit to attack... and when it does you gotta move into it. It's counterintuitive I know but it's effective. One step into it usually does it... the canine mind has the whole thing figured out beforehand... down to the very last step... if you let the motion flow the way the animal envisions it, he's gonna get you. But if you break the flow... the canine brain's got to start all over again... reset the whole cycle. That's dogs for you... somehow I don't think a wolf would fall for that tactic. I don't think you'd see the wolf's transition into the attack. Where the dog yaps and barks and makes displays territorial, the wolf is deliberate and considerate, patient and aware.
They weren't thinking that way though or I wouldn't be telling this story. They were following me for entertainment... it was a game to them I think... seeing how close they could get without me seeing them.
They have other prey that they're used to... prey that they understand. After a few days of humiliating failure following them by yourself in the forest though and your mind recognizes them for the superior predator that they are.
The wolves on Isle Royale have never eaten anyone although in the last few years they have been losing their fear of humans somewhat and invading campsites on occaision.
That morning I woke up at McCargoe Cove and threw my backpack over my shoulders... before I took my first step I heard what sounded like the siren on a police car... it was a lone wolf... immediately joined in chorus by several others and their distinct howling... I had not heard them before and I was surprised at the primitive fear the sound elicited within me.
The thin hairs on the back of my neck stood on end and the chemical flow of instinct surged and threatened to take over the control of my muscles. The flight response had been primed the moment I heard that wailing in the forest.
They were communicating between themselves... the sound was curious... if it were human I would say that the group was lamenting something... that there was a sadness within them. I had heard a sound like this once... when my grandfather realized that my grandmother had died. Others have since told me that they had probably made a kill then.
It had crossed my mind too and I knew that the sounds came from between me and the main trail... my only way out of the area I was in.
I pondered for a moment the implications of coming across a number of wolves and their kill. It wasn't a good thought... in fact I considered staying put for a little while knowing that they would take some time to move their prize to a more discreet location if it should have been on the trail.
Dismissing that idea I began the half of a mile walk down that trail through the thick undergrowth stopping every so often only to listen for the sounds that would give away their activity or position.
As usual, they gave away nothing.
I saw or heard nothing more than their fresh footprints in the mud, dissapointed and relieved at the same time.
Someone asked me if I was dissapointed that I didn't see the wolves and I thought about it deeply before I offered this thought... my inability to observe these animals and their taunting proximity to me only created even more respect for them and their mystique... they did not give up the prize easily and yet I am certain that they were very often observing me... in my failure to return with a sighting or a photograph of these animals my curiousity and intrigue and even respect is grown to a new level.
I am no match for their ability to move silently through the dense undergrowth of the north woods on Isle Royale... I did realize there that the way to observe these creatures because of their inate curiousity and propensity for movement would have been to find a vantage point from which I could command the viewing area... to cover myself with mosquito netting and with a water bottle by my side sit there for hours.
Even if they saw me take the position there I figure either they'd become curious as to how I 'dissapeared' under the netting or that they would consider me gone and give away their presence with that conclusion.
Unfortunately the cold and the rain and the conditions on Isle Royale didn't allow me that option. Next time I will use my new understanding of this animal to 'outwolf' him.
They were smarter than I gave them credit for being. They were the better predator.
They earned my respect.
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onion
Image by postbear
still pissing about with camera settings and lighting, and not terribly successfully.
if you can help me destroy craigslist, i will pay you. the reason: the site is doing nothing to remove bestiality ads. the police do nothing when complaints are made, and the media has yet to respond when i try and involve them. the site is garbage across the board, but the fact that it openly tolerates the sexual abuse and torture of animals makes it deserve to be killed.
Donkey charity takes a walk on the wild side
Image by Donkey Sanctuary Press Images
Donkey charity takes a walk on the wild side
PRESS RELEASE from The Donkey Sanctuary
17 April 2012
International animal welfare charity The Donkey Sanctuary has branched out into wildlife and conservation events, hosting its first ever wildlife ramble this month.
The charity’s headquarters near Sidmouth in Devon are open to the public with free admission and parking 365 days a year, but whilst donkeys remain the star attraction, many visitors are unaware of the wealth of flora and fauna also on offer. Earlier this month, the charity held its first ever wildlife ramble to show visitors what to look out for.
James Chubb, Events and Activities Manager, explains:
“The Donkey Sanctuary is very fortunate to occupy around 400 acres of rolling East Devon hills in a designated Area of Outstanding Natural Beauty. Whilst this provides rich pasture for our resident donkeys, it is also a haven for all kinds of wildlife, and we are looking at ways that one can enrich the other.
“Our first wildlife ramble provided an ideal opportunity for visitors to discover the incredible variety of plant and animal life here at The Donkey Sanctuary. Key spots of the day included woodpeckers, buzzards and some tell-tale signs of a colony of scarce lesser horseshoe bats, not to mention an impressive selection of edible and not so edible vegetation! For me, the star discovery was a glow-worm larvae, very exciting as the species is very sensitive to change, so if we look after their habitat they should be here to stay.
“Over the coming years we are going to explore ways in which we can combine donkey welfare with improving and protecting habitats for wildlife. As a charity we are proud of the fact that our Devon and Dorset farms have been home to the likes of barn owls, otters and water voles, but this marks a new stage in our understanding and appreciation of the wildlife in our care.”
For more information about the work of The Donkey Sanctuary, including its wildlife projects and events, please visit www.thedonkeysanctuary.org.uk.
ENDS
Notes to Editor
For an interview, further information or images, please contact The Donkey Sanctuary press office on 01395 573097/573014 or mobile 07970 927778.
About The Donkey Sanctuary
International animal welfare charity The Donkey Sanctuary was founded by the late Dr Elisabeth Svendsen M.B.E. in 1969. It supports projects to alleviate the suffering of donkeys in 28 countries worldwide, including sanctuaries across Europe, where more than 15,000 donkeys and mules have been cared for, and major projects in Egypt, Ethiopia, India, Kenya and Mexico, where donkey welfare is improved through community education and veterinary work. It also provides donkey-assisted therapy for children with additional needs and therapeutic visits for elderly people in the local community from centres in Belfast, Birmingham, Ivybridge, Leeds, Manchester and Sidmouth.
For further information telephone: 01395 578222, view www.thedonkeysanctuary.org.uk or visit the charity’s headquarters near Sidmouth in Devon (open 365 days/free admission).
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Chicken, Chorizo and Red Pepper Pie
Image by cowfish
The winner of the "Best Pie" category. Made by me.
However, in true eurovision style, this means that I will be hosting the next pie-off.
Recipe:
Ingredients (to fill my 9" by 2"-ish pie dish):
* 2 Chicken Breasts
* 1 Largish Chorizo
* 1 Big Red Pepper
For the Gravy:
* 1 tablespoon of Tomato Puree
* Dash of Worcester Sauce
* Dash of Garlic Tabasco
* A small teaspoon of cayenne
* Flour
* Water
Firstly make some shortcrust pastry - Recipe from the evil witch of the kitchen's website
Put pastry in the fridge in a plastic bag to do whatever gluten based magic it does in there.
Chop up the chicken, chorizo and pepper into chunky strips and then fry the pepper and chorizo in a little olive oil until the oil is red and the pepper is soft. Then take them out with a slotted spoon (leaving the oil behind) and leave them elsewhere while you fry the chicken until it is white all over. Then add them back, turn the heat down and leave to simmer for about 10-15 minutes, until the chicken is cooked, stirring regularly.
Now extract the chicken, red pepper and chorizo (with the slotted spoon again) from the pan, leaving the oil. Mix up the tomato puree with a little water to make a passata-thickness tomato juice. Add the worcester sauce, tabasco and cayenne and mix it all up. Add to the pan and add a little more water to bulk it up a bit (I tasted mine to make sure I hadn't watered down the flavour too much. Adjust amounts to make more or less gravy. YMMV etc) and bring it to a gentle simmer. Mix up the flour with some water to make a paste and slowly add it to the gravy, stirring as you do, until the gravy thickens to how you would like it (for me this was "thick enough to coat the back of a spoon", or in actual fact "to coat and stay on a piece of chicken which I can steal from the pan covered in nice and tasty sauce"). There was about enough gravy in my pie to coat the meat/veg mix and not a lot more, so you may want to make a bit more to make a runnier pie (I knew this one was going to be eaten on the hoof, so deliberately made less. Well, misjudged the amount of gravy and then realised it was probably a good thing at least). Add the chicken mixture back in, stir to coat everything and leave the pan on low with a lid on while you prepare the pie dish (although if this takes more than a little bit of time as I did, you may want to turn it off, but make sure it's hot before you put it in the pie).
Take out the pastry, let it warm up a bit, roll it out and do all that funky magic.
Line your pie dish with pastry, spoon in the filling, stick a lid on it, cut an attractive cross-piece hole in the top (functional and decorational - dual porpoise!), decorate with animal and vegetable shapes cut from left over pastry, sacrifice your 2 extra chorizo that you bought not knowing how big your pie dishes were to the freezer gods, egg wash the top of the pie and then stick it in a 180degC oven for X minutes, where X is enough to make the top go all nice and golden and stuff (maybe slightly burnt around the edges for safety). I think it was about 30 minutes or so.
General Winfield Scott
Image by dbking
Lieutenant General Winfield Scott
Scott Circle, Massachusetts Ave. at 16th Street NW
Sculptor: Henry Kirke Brown
Date: 1874
Medium: Bronze
---two block west of the statue of Logan (one of the cities best) lies what critics deem as one of the city’s worst.
---Scott was the first of the bronze Civil War general to be immortalized in the new traffic circles arising in the post war city.
---Scott is also the only Civil War era military man represented in Washington by two statues; a full length statue of Scott was erected in 1873 at the Soldiers Home as well as the one described here
---Scott resigned as General-In-Chief of the Army in October 1861 after a 50 year military career, dying in 1866 fifteen days before his 80th birthday.
---March 1867 amid praise for one of the nation’s most illustrious old soldiers Congress authorized ,000 for an equestrian statue to honor him
---Commission was awarded to Henry Kirke Brown whose 1856 equestrian statue of George Washington in Union Square, New York City had been widely praised.
---Brown completed the model for his Scott sculpture around 1872. When it came time to cast it, the government contributed old bronze cannons captured during the Mexican War.
---The statues block was carved from a single block of granite, the largest stone ever successfully quarried at that time.
---Erected in 1874, the statue had no formal dedication
---The figure of Scott, with his hand on his hip, as if irritated, quickly garnered criticism. Critics complained that the statue portrayed him as too old, too fat, too stiff, and too short legged One critic said Scott looked like an “old sack of flour”.
---Greater ridicule was heaped on the horse, saying that it was too light, too delicate, too thin, too timid and dreadfully proportioned.
---General Scott who lived a few blocks away on Massachusetts Ave is said to have begged his wife never to let him be immortalized on such a dreadful animal.
---Legend has it that, the awful horse was not the fault of Brown. Brown had learned that Scott’s favorite mount had been a small mare so that is what he placed Scott on. Just as Brown was about to begin the casting, some of Scott’s descendants saw the model and protested that the general must ride a stallion, not a mare. Annoyed by this Brown made only minimal changes.
The result was the too small horse, with the head and body of Scott’s mare, but with the genitalia of a stallion showing.
---All of this might explain the strange looking mount except for the fact that the horse Brown sculpted 3 years later for his Nathanael Greene equestrian statue with its spindly legs and long scrawny neck was much worse than this one.
---It seems as though Brown was better with Civil War era hero’s when he stayed away from horses.
Among his best known works are:
…President Lincoln in Union Square, New York City and in Prospect Park, Brooklyn
…Major General Philip Kearny, for the NJ Capitol’s Statuary Hall
braai
Image by maureen_sill
decided to go for a walk with hayley, will, and nelisa in langa today
bottlecaps crushed into the paved streets, plastic bags and goat blood
will looks at the head of cows being picked at for mince and says to hayley and i
so that is why you are vegetarians
this is considered to be an advanced township, an advanced black settlement
but there is no electricity for so many people, no water for so many people
"post apartheid, are you kidding?" he says
when the tiny kids stare at us like martians, we are white
i kick an orange peel across the road
i kick a wadded up newspaper across the road
i kick a bottle out of a puddle
i have never been more aware of the fact that i am american when i am standing in the face of african poverty
and i have also never been more aware that i am white
it never, never leaves my mind and probably won't for the next 14 weeks
an extremely small little boy who lives nextdoor links himself onto my leg
i scoop him up with one arm and give him a piggy back ride
i can hear him smelling my hair, his little hands on my skull
every time i pick him up he puts both his hands in my hair and rubs it and smiles with no teeth
my brother yemi calls it "big, red, american hair"
a lot of the kids here have never seen red hair before
they don't say anything, they just come to my feet and put their arms up, so i pick them up
and then they smile and pet me, like a big animal that wandered onto their street
a four year old with a toy gun
i take a picture of the sky and he says take a picture of me take a picture of me please please please
yemi says to me every single day: how sure are you that barack obama will win the election?
it is so important to him and he is so paranoid that he will not win
he says, how certain are you that he will win, he asks every day
i say, well, i am not certain at all, but i hope
he says, one of the kids i work with was stabbed to death yesterday in khayelitsha
i can't even imagine what he sees at his job
i don't think i can emotionally handle social work in america
he is a social worker in south africa
coming here, i have heard so many things about south africa, that it is "not really africa"
from some of my african friends at school because some rich people live here
but what i have found is that south africa has all of the problems of africa
and it also has many of the problems of america, because it is westernized
so it is fucked existentially
if what i saw today is not africa, then what could possibly
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Turtle is being washed ashore
Image by reiner.kraft
Modern science shows that sea turtles have been swimming the Earth's oceans for well over 100 million years--even pre-dating many dinosaurs. In addition, the turtle is an important symbol in the mythologies of many indigenous cultures, usually representing creation, longevity, and wisdom in these belief systems. Turtles are thus truly ancient beings-both in geological and mythological terms. As integral parts of the marine ecosystem, turtles are also useful indicators of the vitality of the overall marine environment.
Sea turtles are gentle reptiles that spend the majority of their lives in the ocean. Females reach reproductive age after 35 to 40 years, and only then return to the beach of their birth to lay their eggs for the next generation. Although a female may lay hundreds of eggs in one season, only a few of the hatchlings will survive to reach maturity.
Hundreds of years ago, there were many millions of sea turtles swimming the Earth's oceans. Today, all seven species of sea turtle are considered either endangered or threatened.
There are three species of sea turtles native to the Hawaiian Islands: the Green, the Hawksbill, and the Leatherback. These fascinating creatures have played important roles in the environment and culture of Hawaii's people. Of the three native sea turtles, the Green Turtle (Honu) is the most common.
These turtles, which can weigh up to 400 pounds, are primarily vegetarians. They eat algae or limu (Hawaiian seaweed) growing underwater on coral reefs and on rocks close to shore. Green turtles prefer to live near large "pastures" of limu that are located in near shore waters around the Hawaiian Islands. The carapaces (upper shells) of adults are dark with olive or gold flecks and receive their name from the color of their body fat rather than their shell color.
Although sea turtles live most of their lives in the ocean, adult females must return to land in order to lay their eggs. Scientists believe that nesting female turtles return to the same beach on which they were born. Hawaii's green turtles migrate up to 800 miles from their feeding areas near the coast of the main islands to nesting beaches in the Northwestern Hawaiian Islands. The males accompany the females in this migration and mate with them offshore from the nesting beaches.
Females often come ashore to nest several times in a season, but wait two to three years before nesting again. Green turtles nest only at night and can be frightened away by lights or movement. It is not easy for these turtles to find a suitable nesting site on land, where they no longer have the buoyancy of water to support their bodies. While on land, these animals shed large, sticky tears that remove excess salt from the body and prevent the eyes from being covered with sand.
When a female finds a suitable nesting site, she uses her flippers to dig a body pit about her. She then digs a flask-shaped egg cavity with her rear flippers. This arduous effort generally lasts all night. After depositing about 100 eggs, the female covers the nest with sand and returns to the sea, leaving the eggs to incubate during the next two months.
After hatching, the tiny, one-ounce turtles take several days to emerge from the nest. A single hatchling would not be able to emerge from the nest by itself. Working as a team, hatchlings scrape sand off the roof of the nest cavity and pack this sand on the floor. In doing so, hatchlings raise their nest toward the surface of the beach. When they are about an inch from the surface, the topmost hatchlings cease their activities if the sand is hot. Cool sand indicates that it is night or an overcast day. The hatchlings then emerge from the nest, thereby avoiding the sun's heat and perhaps predatory birds.
Once out of the nest, the hatchlings race to the water and swim constantly for the next 36 to 48 hours. They are then carried by currents to favorable areas in the open ocean, where they grow for several years until they join adult and juvenile turtles at the coastal feeding grounds. While in the open ocean, young green turtles are probably carnivorous and feed on invertebrates such as jellyfish.
Some hatchlings never reach the oceans and are snatched up by hungry crabs. Hatchlings may also be disoriented or impeded by obstacles and die from the suns heat. Once in the ocean, sharks and other carnivorous fish eat hatchlings. Due to their size and swiftness in the water, adult sea turtles have only two predators: sharks and people. Tiger sharks regularly feed on all sizes of green turtles.
The life span of sea turtles is unknown. Hawaiian green turtles seem to grow very slowly in the wild and may take 40 to 50 years to reach sexual maturity. Male and female green turtles look like they are mature, then the male develops a long tail extending beyond the hind flippers. A female's tail extends only a short distance beyond the end of her shell.
Generally, only female sea turtles leave the ocean after entering it as hatchlings. But in the Northwestern Hawaiian Islands male and female green turtles crawl onto beaches and lie motionless in the sunlight for hours. Turtles may bask in order to increase their body temperature or to avoid tiger sharks.
The Hawaiian island chain is made up of 132 islands, though we generally only think of the eight main islands, Ni'ihau, Kauai, Oahu, Molokai, Lanai, Maui, Kahoolawe and Hawaii. Surrounded by the Pacific Ocean and located over 2400 miles from the nearest continent has created a unique underwater environment, in fact over 25% of marine is endemic to Hawaii.
The four most visited islands are Oahu, Maui, Kauai and Hawaii, they each have their own unique characteristics and dive locations. Lanai, Molokai and Ni'ihau are dived less frequently and offer some unique dives and marine life, although generally recommended for intermediate to advanced divers. If you are interested in diving off Kahoolawe you will need to charter a dive boat.
With mandated protection, Hawaii's reefs have become abundant with these creatures. Look for them resting under ledges or swimming freely. Be especially sensitive to a resting turtle and never grab a turtle as you can literally drown them! These creatures have personalities and moods like you and I. If paid the proper respect the turtles can give you a lifetime memory. There are a couple of subtle signs to watch for when near a sea turtle that signal you may be too close within their comfort zone. "Yawning" type, open mouth movements by the turtle are one. A sign of a more deeply irritated turtle is a "flipper swipe" whereas the turtle swipes his flipper over his forehead area. This is turtle-speak equal to flipping you off! Don't embarrass yourself (or be deemed insensitive) by being flipped off by a turtle, back off if you see that flipper creep up. Other signs of disturbance can include sudden awakening from a sleep-like state on the seafloor, an increase in swimming speed and diving towards deeper water.
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Modern science shows that sea turtles have been swimming the Earth's oceans for well over 100 million years--even pre-dating many dinosaurs. In addition, the turtle is an important symbol in the mythologies of many indigenous cultures, usually representing creation, longevity, and wisdom in these belief systems. Turtles are thus truly ancient beings-both in geological and mythological terms. As integral parts of the marine ecosystem, turtles are also useful indicators of the vitality of the overall marine environment.
Sea turtles are gentle reptiles that spend the majority of their lives in the ocean. Females reach reproductive age after 35 to 40 years, and only then return to the beach of their birth to lay their eggs for the next generation. Although a female may lay hundreds of eggs in one season, only a few of the hatchlings will survive to reach maturity.
Hundreds of years ago, there were many millions of sea turtles swimming the Earth's oceans. Today, all seven species of sea turtle are considered either endangered or threatened.
There are three species of sea turtles native to the Hawaiian Islands: the Green, the Hawksbill, and the Leatherback. These fascinating creatures have played important roles in the environment and culture of Hawaii's people. Of the three native sea turtles, the Green Turtle (Honu) is the most common.
These turtles, which can weigh up to 400 pounds, are primarily vegetarians. They eat algae or limu (Hawaiian seaweed) growing underwater on coral reefs and on rocks close to shore. Green turtles prefer to live near large "pastures" of limu that are located in near shore waters around the Hawaiian Islands. The carapaces (upper shells) of adults are dark with olive or gold flecks and receive their name from the color of their body fat rather than their shell color.
Although sea turtles live most of their lives in the ocean, adult females must return to land in order to lay their eggs. Scientists believe that nesting female turtles return to the same beach on which they were born. Hawaii's green turtles migrate up to 800 miles from their feeding areas near the coast of the main islands to nesting beaches in the Northwestern Hawaiian Islands. The males accompany the females in this migration and mate with them offshore from the nesting beaches.
Females often come ashore to nest several times in a season, but wait two to three years before nesting again. Green turtles nest only at night and can be frightened away by lights or movement. It is not easy for these turtles to find a suitable nesting site on land, where they no longer have the buoyancy of water to support their bodies. While on land, these animals shed large, sticky tears that remove excess salt from the body and prevent the eyes from being covered with sand.
When a female finds a suitable nesting site, she uses her flippers to dig a body pit about her. She then digs a flask-shaped egg cavity with her rear flippers. This arduous effort generally lasts all night. After depositing about 100 eggs, the female covers the nest with sand and returns to the sea, leaving the eggs to incubate during the next two months.
After hatching, the tiny, one-ounce turtles take several days to emerge from the nest. A single hatchling would not be able to emerge from the nest by itself. Working as a team, hatchlings scrape sand off the roof of the nest cavity and pack this sand on the floor. In doing so, hatchlings raise their nest toward the surface of the beach. When they are about an inch from the surface, the topmost hatchlings cease their activities if the sand is hot. Cool sand indicates that it is night or an overcast day. The hatchlings then emerge from the nest, thereby avoiding the sun's heat and perhaps predatory birds.
Once out of the nest, the hatchlings race to the water and swim constantly for the next 36 to 48 hours. They are then carried by currents to favorable areas in the open ocean, where they grow for several years until they join adult and juvenile turtles at the coastal feeding grounds. While in the open ocean, young green turtles are probably carnivorous and feed on invertebrates such as jellyfish.
Some hatchlings never reach the oceans and are snatched up by hungry crabs. Hatchlings may also be disoriented or impeded by obstacles and die from the suns heat. Once in the ocean, sharks and other carnivorous fish eat hatchlings. Due to their size and swiftness in the water, adult sea turtles have only two predators: sharks and people. Tiger sharks regularly feed on all sizes of green turtles.
The life span of sea turtles is unknown. Hawaiian green turtles seem to grow very slowly in the wild and may take 40 to 50 years to reach sexual maturity. Male and female green turtles look like they are mature, then the male develops a long tail extending beyond the hind flippers. A female's tail extends only a short distance beyond the end of her shell.
Generally, only female sea turtles leave the ocean after entering it as hatchlings. But in the Northwestern Hawaiian Islands male and female green turtles crawl onto beaches and lie motionless in the sunlight for hours. Turtles may bask in order to increase their body temperature or to avoid tiger sharks.
The Hawaiian island chain is made up of 132 islands, though we generally only think of the eight main islands, Ni'ihau, Kauai, Oahu, Molokai, Lanai, Maui, Kahoolawe and Hawaii. Surrounded by the Pacific Ocean and located over 2400 miles from the nearest continent has created a unique underwater environment, in fact over 25% of marine is endemic to Hawaii.
The four most visited islands are Oahu, Maui, Kauai and Hawaii, they each have their own unique characteristics and dive locations. Lanai, Molokai and Ni'ihau are dived less frequently and offer some unique dives and marine life, although generally recommended for intermediate to advanced divers. If you are interested in diving off Kahoolawe you will need to charter a dive boat.
With mandated protection, Hawaii's reefs have become abundant with these creatures. Look for them resting under ledges or swimming freely. Be especially sensitive to a resting turtle and never grab a turtle as you can literally drown them! These creatures have personalities and moods like you and I. If paid the proper respect the turtles can give you a lifetime memory. There are a couple of subtle signs to watch for when near a sea turtle that signal you may be too close within their comfort zone. "Yawning" type, open mouth movements by the turtle are one. A sign of a more deeply irritated turtle is a "flipper swipe" whereas the turtle swipes his flipper over his forehead area. This is turtle-speak equal to flipping you off! Don't embarrass yourself (or be deemed insensitive) by being flipped off by a turtle, back off if you see that flipper creep up. Other signs of disturbance can include sudden awakening from a sleep-like state on the seafloor, an increase in swimming speed and diving towards deeper water.
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