Sometimes, the critter spots me before I spot the critter.
Like this fox out at DNRT's Ocean View Farm reserve.
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Sometimes, the critter spots me before I spot the critter.
Like this fox out at DNRT's Ocean View Farm reserve.
#photography #mammals #fox #nature #dartmouth #massachusetts #massachusettswildlife
A Merlin perched on a post out at DNRT's Ocean View.
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Rewatching "Blade Runner" tonight, and just realized that Roy Batty's "incept date" is January 8, 2016. That just happens to be the day that Davie Bowie's final album Blackstar was released (and, also, Bowie's 69th birthday).
I knew Bowie was a fan of the film, but I have no idea if this is just coincidence.
Was not on my bingo card, but…
@mandy @wilpercy @jeridansky The San Pietro connection was a briefly-thrilling lead, since John Huston actually filmed some of it:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g1abpPHb1Hc
However I've watched it with my mother and aunt several times and that doesn't appear to be the documentary we were watching way back when.
This would have been somewhere between '78 and maybe as late as '81 in the northeastern US. I suspect it was a major network or local PBS broadcast, although my family did have cable TV for at least the latter half of that range.
My grandfather was Texas National Guard, which ended up part of the 36th Infantry, but his actual service records were among those destroyed in the National Archives fire. He was injured in 1943 most likely at San Pietro.
@ScruffyJunco @jeridansky Whether I find something interesting, horrifying, or both is often a matter of remove.
For an example of so-far-back-its-merely-interesting, my 10x great-grandfather was Zoeth Howland, who is the unfortunate reason for the naming of a local waterway:
http://www.tivertonhistorical.org/tiverton-stories/the-spirit-of-sin-and-flesh-brook/
@jeridansky I can't imagine there's any family without some horror in their back story *somewhere*—I mean, I've met humans and read history. I take solace in that this was generations ago and didn't directly impact anyone still living.
@wilpercy @jeridansky But when I was a kid in the '70s, we were watching some WW2 documentary, and my mother practically jumped off the couch and said "that's my father!" in one of the scenes. I've been looking for that footage off and on ever since without luck (no one in the family remembers the title of the documentary, and TV Guide archives have not been helpful—too much to search).
@wilpercy @jeridansky My recent discoveries have mostly been less happy (stories of family violence, in fact.) But a few years back I discovered I'm not the only person in my lineage with a patent when I stumbled on my 3x-great-grandfather's patent for a removable handle for a cross-cut saw.
@jeridansky @wilpercy Both of these stories are awesome. Thank you *both* for sharing. (I'm my own family's geneaology nerd, and I love fortuitous findings like this when they happen.)
@maletero For one example:
https://youtu.be/Eni30OALiuE?si=ZdSzpyzOpEvDiP1N
The time signatures (which I'm not musically competent enough to recognize) and the off-time drum fills add to the otherworldliness.
@maletero I've listened a bit to The Mercury Tree, too, so I recognized that this was microtonal straight away (The Mercury Tree also does microtonal compositions, although their sound is quite different from Angine de Poitrine.)
I see how "uncomfortable, in a good way" is an apt description, although I'd always thought of it more as music that is ever so slightly alien, or from an alternate timeline. Which, I guess I probably should find at least a little disconcerting.
My most recent bookbinding project, made as gifts for the ringleaders of my online book club. To some extent, this is a Dad joke taken several steps too far, and an excuse to learn how to do a drum leaf binding.
More unbroken snow, shaped by the wind.
No success in the search for superb owls today, but I was apparently the first person to strap on snowshoes out where I went hiking, so there was some nice unbroken, wind-carved snow out there.
The only non-gull critter I spotted on last weekend's brief hike.