Dinesh's photos

She's a model and she's looking good I'd like to take her home, that's understood She plays hard to get, she smiles from time to time It only takes a camera to change her mind Kraftwerk

...................................................... ............................................................ Ah, when to the heart of man Was it ever less than a treason To go with the drift of things, To yield with a grace to reason, And bow and accept the end Of a love or a season? ~ Relutance ~ Robert Frost

My sorrow, when she’s here with me, Thinks these dark days of autumn rain Are beautiful as days can be; She loves the bare, the withered tree; She walks the sodden pasture lane. Her pleasure will not let me stay. She talks and I am fain to list: She’s glad the birds are gone away, She’s glad her simple worsted grey Is silver now with clinging mist. The desolate, deserted trees, The faded earth, the heavy sky, The beauties she so truly sees, She thinks I have no eye for these, And vexes me for reason why. Not yesterday I learned to know The love of bare November days Before the coming of the snow, But it were vain to tell her so, And they are better for her praise. ~ Robert Frost

The whale ‘Est of Whitby, master William Soresby, waterlogged after part of her hull was ripped off by ice in latitude 71 degrees N. in the Greenland Sea, July 1816. After the failure of the attempt shown here ‘to invert the vessel so as to bring the damaged section clear of the water, Scoresby managed to plug the leak, and when the help of another whaler brought the Est Back to Whitby, ‘a mere hulk'. www.visitwhitby.com/blog/whitbys-whaling-history

Lighter brown - Coastline at 20,999 BC

The optimist think this is the best of all possible worlds. The pessimist fears it is true J, Robert Oppenheimer

Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow. My little horse must think it queer To stop without a farmhouse near Between the woods and frozen lake The darkest evening of the year. He gives his harness bells a shake To ask if there is some mistake. The only other sound’s the sweep Of easy wind and downy flake. The woods are lovely, dark and deep, But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep. "Robert Frost"

from a drawing by george Richmond, R.A., in 1867 en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_Lubbock,_1st_Baron_Avebury

This tree was near the border of my neighnours. Hence my neighbour, senior lady told me she wants the branches of the tree to be chopped because they hinder the growth of tree in her property. I said OK, the tree was there even before we moved in there. No neighbour also told me the tree men can chop off the tree and the charges will be just $ 800. Moreover she told me that the tree is a weed amongst the trees. !!!!

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Cells build proteins in a three-step process. First, the cell copies its double standard DNA into a single-strand version called RNA. Then it ships the RNA to a protein-building factory called a ribosome. There, in the final step, the RNA acts as a template for the ribosome as it builds a string of amino acids, creating a protein

Fossil and genetic evidence suggest that modern humans emerged from Africa around 50,000 years ago and spread over the Old World