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A Little Romance Among The Ruins - A Memoir
From the twentieth centurys smooth sea liners to the showy behemoths of today what befell the sentiment of boats? From Pan Americans Round The World Flight 101 to the flying sardine jars of today what befell the sentiment of flight? When the authenticity of movie broke up into callous advanced whatever happened to the sentiment of film the incomparable Italian chiefs the pure Merchant-Ivory preparations? As I think back on my age the past has a lucidity I can never again observe or hear in the present
Iran-Contra Affair - Contra-demonstrated
In spite of the fact that my adventure to the Honduras/Nicaragua outskirt in 1983 was for compassionate reasons it was the best of goals at the very least of times By and by I ended up at the focal point of history My administration was engaged with an advertising calamity known as Iran-Contra Since a long time ago overlooked few gave it much consideration in those days
Authoritative revisions to our Constitution were explicitly gone for counteracting US government help to the Contra revolts in Nicaragua who needed to oust the Sandinista government Albeit precluded by these alterations the US offered arms to Iran to get the arrival of American prisoners held in Lebanon At that point we wrongfully occupied the benefits from those deals to the Contra rebels who were battling to topple the socialist Cuban-upheld Sandinistas On the off chance that your eyes stare off into the great unknown so did those of most Americans including our previous President
Despite precariousness in the territory my State Department supervisors sent me and my two-man camera team to a remote area in the mountains close to the Honduras/Nicaragua outskirt We were to archive the conveyance of huge American nourishment help to ladies and kids the inescapable setbacks of contention We registered to Tegucigalpas Intercontinental Hotel at the very time many photojournalists were there to cover the Contra-Sandinista transformation Like Saigon in the sixties the lodging hummed with alcohol and press corps the two generally synonymous Because of high stickiness we invested less energy at the bar and the majority of the night cleaning focal points and gear with my hair dryer
Horseman Of The Apocalypse
I adore ponies however Im anxious about falling so I oppose riding On this outing I had no way out In a little town outside the state house my team and I met the American who was to be our guide Bilingual in various dialects he said his name was Jake our incognito contact who dropped out of the sky in a parachute (truly) Alongside a few of his weapon toting Honduran compadres we rode into the mountains on horseback donkeys pulling our hardware to meet at the nourishment dispersion point
One of our Honduran aides had a noxious streak and twisted snicker Each time I took a stab at abating my pony crossing waterways and streams señor sicko rode up behind me and slapped the steed to speed him up I pledged Id settle the score however toward the finish of our voyage he slipped into the mountains before I could vent related article
Indiana jones And The Romance of Travel
While the Contra revolutionaries were making life hopeless for the Sandinistas Jake drove us through a progression of minor towns trading cigarettes and white rum for safe entry and hot plantains with beans Under a brilliant sun and obvious blue sky we maintained a strategic distance from revolutionary warriors and achieved the evacuee site where a huge number of ladies and kids were stayed outdoors Harmony Corps volunteers were at that point emptying supplies from helicopters Jake made everything run easily and the youngsters cherished him particularly the sweet he supernaturally invoked I got great meetings and incredible film mothers and children got garments and nourishment Ought to be end of story however the whole Copán valley is one gigantic prehistoric studies site numerous tombs are being found even today I needed to see the pre-Columbian Mayan Ruins so I inquired as to whether he could take me there before sunset Arches National Park
Having been in and out of Middle East and African clashes Jake was Indiana Jones in bodily form He dumped the ponies secured a Land Rover and the race was on to beat dusk Before long I wanted to be back on my pony When we achieved the cleared street it was creeping with snakes warming themselves on the hot black-top In the event that we inadvertently knock one it could swing onto the undercarriage and get inside Jake figured out how to keep away from the snakes while I sat white-knuckled with the two legs on the dashboard
Apparitions of Copán - You Are Not Welcome Here
When we came to Copán the sun was sinking quick hanging the vestiges in overgrown green The maintenance man had shut the doors Jake created a modest transistor radio and a container of American cigarettes Hola! The mans wizened face lit up and the doors of damnation swung open
A frosty chill had settled over that quiet dead spot light blurring on the pyramids and conciliatory raised areas In spite of the fact that we were the main people around an obvious nearness drifted over the abnormal models and beguiling hieroglyphics Crosswise over centuries incorporeal substances appeared to murmur down the breeze you are not greet here Unnerved at this point bolted we were beguiled by the ridiculous intensity of these Mesoamerican warrior rulers until Jake murmured time to get the damnation out
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Friend of mine put this on my Facebook a long time ago and tagged me as the guy walking as a joke. Funny thing is he may have been right about something I never noticed until now. Everything I see is ruin, and I walk alone. Not for want of trying otherwise; just every time I put myself out there and look to change from this picture, my life falls apart, and I begin to lose my identity. Maybe it's karma. Maybe I just can't break from myself. Maybe somewhere in those barren visions is the answer I'm looking for.
1- Encore là ! Belchite, Aragon, Espagne
Dany ERDOCIO
Entre le 24 août et le 7 septembre 1937, pendant la guerre civile espagnole , les forces républicaines espagnoles loyalistes combattirent les forces rebelles de Francisco Franco lors de la bataille de Belchite , dans et autour de la ville. Après 1939, une nouvelle ville fut construite près des ruines de l'ancienne, qui demeurent une ville fantôme en mémoire de la guerre. (Wikipédia)
Between 24 August and 7 September 1937, during the Spanish Civil War, loyalist Spanish Republican forces fought Francisco Franco's rebel forces in the Battle of Belchite, in and around the city. After 1939, a new town was built near the ruins of the old one, which remain a ghost town in memory of the war. (Wikipedia)
Somewhere, at some time..
Tonaroasty (Tóin an Róistigh, something along the lines of 'The bottom end of de Roche lands') is a medieval ghost village in Co. Galway I accidentally came across when out to shoot a stone circle on a barrow (I did take photos of it too). Judging from the onomastics (and from the satellite photos clearly showing rectangular foundations and what seems to be a cross-shaped church) it was an Anglo-Norman settlement, so built no later than 12th c. This also gives us a clue about how and why it ended. When the Black Death reached Ireland, the Gaels were in a more advantageous position than the Normans as they lived in less crowded conditions and did not have any religious prejudice about cats (hence, less rats and less fleas carrying plague). The Norman settlers were traditionally living in a more compact way, were in frequent contact with people from crowded castles, and the relationship between cats and folk Christianity soon turned to be rocky at best (to put it very mildly). Therefore, the plague was feasting on them at will, and it was one of the factors that contributed to the subsequent Gaelicisation of the surviving Anglo-Norman nobility. The plague hypothesis also explains quite neatly why the site has not been used for settlement again ever since.
This was a home once - Part II
This was a home once - Part I
Killora graveyard & church, Co. Galway, Ireland
Pantheon, Rome -- September 16th, 2024
Etsy
34/365 - inspired by Caspar David Friedrich’s and Ernst Ferdinand Oehme’s paintings