Dinesh's photos
Footprints at the White Sands Locality 2 site
Shuka Kaa
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Shuka Kaa = "Man Ahead of Us"
A memorial made of stone marks the final resting place of Shuka Kaa
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/On_Your_Knees_Cave
Winter trees
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Thus having prepared their buds
against a sure winter
the wise trees
stand sleeping in the cold.
"Winter Trees" - Wiulliam Carlos Williams
A Composer at Work
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David strums his lyre in a fanciful pastoral scene while Melodia, the personification of Music, looks over his shoulder and echo peeks from behind a column. seated below is a pagan mountain God
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/David_(son_of_Heraclius)
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Melancholia
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Echo_(mythology)
Sparassis spathulata
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foodprint.org/real-food/mushrooms
“The Oxford Companion to Food” notes that mushrooms have probably been foraged since pre-historic times; evidence of puffballs appears in early settlements in Europe. Mushrooms, including truffles, were prized in ancient Greece and Rome. Cynthia Bertelsen, in her book “Mushroom: A Global History,” says that both Pliny the Elder and Aristotle wrote about the fungi, and Roman philosopher Galen wrote a few paragraphs on wild mushroom foraging. Bertelsen says that mushrooms — namely shiitakes — were probably first cultivated in China and Japan as early as 600 CE.
It took a while for mushrooms to catch on in America however. In the US, the first reference to mushrooms in a cookbook is in “The Virginia Housewife” (1824). Campbell’s Cream of Mushroom soup, the American staple used in countless casserole recipes, was invented in the 1930s. Hallucinogenic mushrooms also have a long place in human history; Bertelsen notes that archaeological evidence of mushrooms used “spiritually” may be as old as 10,000 BCE. There is evidence of hallucinogenic mushroom use by many cultures — including the Ancient Greeks, the Mayans, the Chinese and the Vikings, among many others.
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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
End of a season. . . .
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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
Plate 21
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My November guest
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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
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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
Gilt Bronze Buddha
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Black sea
Black Sea
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American Prometheus
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The optimist think this is the best of all possible worlds. The pessimist fears it is true
J, Robert Oppenheimer
Infinity
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Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
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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"
Sir John Lubbock, Lord Avebury
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from a drawing by george Richmond, R.A., in 1867
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_Lubbock,_1st_Baron_Avebury
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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. !!!!