#elan II e

[lewiswhatshisname]

I suppose I ought to introduce myself

I like taking photos with odd cameras. I am by no means a professional. I just have loads of cameras I've picked up second hand from various places, and like mucking about with them in different ways.

Right off the bat, I don't care about taking the perfect shot. That's boring to me. While I don't go out with the goal of intentionally taking wonky shots – I do actually try to make sure each shot is focused and exposed properly – quite a lot of my cameras are broken or weird in some way. My main film camera technically works, in that the lens attached to it is in good nick, and when I push the shutter button, it goes click. But the shutter fires inconsistently, and will often misfire at the lightest touch, it doesn't really fire at the speeds it's set to, the ISO dial is loose as hell and is always changing itself, and even if it wasn't doing that, the light meter really has no idea what light is in the first place.

It really only gets better from here. All of my cameras have some sort of physical malady by dint of being second hand, and in many cases, straight up antique, or because they're Holgas and have a deliberately imperfect design. I've got a couple of "toy cameras" as well, with cheap plastic lenses that make any given shot look a bit weird. None of these categories are mutually exclusive either.

But I also just like to do terrible things to both my cameras and the film I shoot on. My favourite thing to do is shove the wrong format film into the cameras. Sometimes I don't feel like cutting down film to fit into my 127 cameras, so I'll cram a 35mm roll in there. Or I'll stick one into one of my 120 or 620 cameras just for the hell of it. I like to redscale film, soup it, and just generally fuck it up before and after shooting. When I develop the film here at home, I don't put a lot of attention into making sure everything is perfect down to the tenth of a degree and to the second. I am not that fussed about any of it, frankly. As long as the roll comes out of the tank with photos on it, I'm happy. If they're messed up, whatever. That's part of the fun.

Right now, I'm slowly working through uploading my backlog over here. I've got even more photos on deviantART, and I post them to Patreon a month before I put them anywhere else. I also try to remember to put prints up, but that's a whole process on its own. In addition to uploading my backlog, I've been spending much of my time just working on scanning and editing a whole other backlog of negatives.

And according to Lightroom, right now that comes down to nearly 400 photos that I've yet to post, and a further 5,000-odd that I've not even looked at for editing. Plus the five or six rolls sitting on my printer waiting to be scanned.

You'll find a mix of birdwatching and urban photography, along with some random other things. I have favourite subjects I like to go back to again and again, and you'll get used to seeing them through a variety of lenses.

TL;DR, I take a lot of photos, many of them odd or wonky, and I'm never going to be done with this backlog. And the photos I have in Lightroom are only from the last few years. Multiple hard drive crashes have caused me to lose all of my digital photos a few times over.

Current Gear:

Canon EOS Elan II E (35mm)

Canon EOS Rebel XT (dSLR)

Fujifilm Instax Mini 90 (instant film)

Holga 135BC (35mm)

Holga 120 WPC Panoramic Pinhole (120)

Kodak Jiffy Six-20 (620)

Kodak Brownie Target Six-20 (620)

Kodak Brownie Starmatic II (127)

Kodak Brownie Starflex (127)

Kodak Ektar H35 (35mm)

Kodak Ektar H35N (35mm)

Minolta Maxxum 3000i (35mm)

Minolta Maxxum 8000i (35mm)

Pentax MG (35mm)

Ricoh KR-5 Super II (35mm)

Sawyer's Nomad 620 (120/620)

Super Ricohflex (120/127/35mm)

Plus photos from a variety of iPhones

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Salone Nautico di Venezia 2023

Venezia sarà ancora una volta la protagonista della grande nautica dal 31 maggio al 4 giugno con la quarta edizione del Salone Nautico, che si terrà nello storico Arsenale, cuore della marineria della Serenissima. Quest’anno la novità per i visitatori del Salone arriva dal comparto della vela che diventa protagonista assoluto del pontile P3 con 30 imbarcazioni dai 10 ai 30 metri, come parte  una nuova esigenza, quella dell’andar per mare sostenibile, che ha  un significativo incremento rispetto all’edizione del 2022.  Sulle acque della Darsena grande ci sarà la più rappresentativa delle barche realizzate da un cantiere storico lo Swan 65, costruito in Finlandia dal cantiere Nautor Swan su progetto dell’argentino German Frers, autore di tante barche bellissime e da decenni designer principale del cantiere nordico, inoltre sarà ormeggiato uno dei monumenti della vela come  lo Swan 48, disegnato negli anni Settanta  da Sparkman & Stephens. Un’altra barca importante presente al Salone Nautico sarà  l’ex Chrisco ora Whimsea, costruito nel 2009 da CNB e progettato in Italia da Luca Brenta & C, che ha segnato un momento importante dello yachting. Dal freddo nord arriva la svedese Hallberg Rassy 50, destinata alle navigazioni d’altura senza confini e al giro del mondo, con un pozzetto protetto e l’aspetto solido, che condivide con lo Swan 65 il progettista Frers. Sulle sponde dell’Adriatico sono nati diversi cantieri che sono anche protagonisti del Made in Italy, infatti ad Aquileia è nato 50 anni fa Solaris, con l’obiettivo di costruire barche di grande qualità con finiture e impianti di prestigio. A Venezia ci saranno il Solaris 50 e il Solaris 40,due scafi della performance cruiser, disegnati da Javier Soto Acebal e molto apprezzati dal pubblico. Fondato a Chioggia e con sede produttiva a Fano, il cantiere Italia Yachts presenterà il 9.98, barca da regata che vince molto e che per le sue dimensioni, al limite dei dieci metri, non necessita di immatricolazione, creato da Matteo Polli, un giovane molto sicuro quando c’è da cercare velocità. Dalla vicina Slovenia arrivano gli Elan E43 ed E6, per la cui realizzazione è intervenuto lo studio Pininfarina con Daniele Mazzon che è stato in grado di portare novità per un prodotto ben fatto e dalla Croazia arrivano i More 50 e 54, interessanti per abitabilità e prestazioni. Invece dalla Francia i maestri del rapporto prezzo-prestazione del gruppo Beneteau portano al Salone Nautico Oceanis 51.1,  che sfrutta al massimo ogni spazio, in termini di abitabilità, come i nuovi modelli di Bavaria, ossia il Bavaria Cruiser 46, il C48 e il C38, parte della serie disegnata dallo studio italiano Cossutti Yacht Design. Dall’Italia, e da Genova, arriva il Kufner 54, la più grande imbarcazione dopo il 50 e l’atteso 38, parte del cantiere dedicato alla costruzione di barche semi-custom, spesso ideate in sintonia con gli armatori. Torna Pegasus 50, già apprezzato lo scorso anno e con propulsione elettrica, e anche Escape 46, realizzata in alluminio in Italia, sostenibile per il materiale con cui è costruita e nata da un progetto di Marco Lostuzzi. Completano l’offerta espositiva i cantieri Dufour con le imbarcazioni 37, 390, 430 e 470, Lagoon con i modelli 42 e 46, Jeanneau con il Sun Odyssey 42, Felci Design con un 61 piedi, oltre al Moro di Venezia II, testimonial del Salone Nautico. Read the full article

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Full Colts by Alan Yahnke Via Flickr: Canon Elan II E - EF 28-105mm USM lens - Kodak 100 Gold - Epson V750 Scanner

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Silver Lake, CA

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The Secret Correspondence of the Dancing War - Part 2

A/N: The second part of the accurate epilogue of Broken Throne (because Victoria did not give us the closure we deserved and wtf did the walking fortune cookie get the write it? (Rude)), decoded by @elane-in-the-shadows and myself. (((: Fine part 1 here

ii. Mare

                                               August 17th 330

Farley,

I think that Clara might like my room on the base more than yours. She says she likes the view of the pond. Which is good, because she’s been asking Kilorn to take her out to swim almost every day. He says she caught a fish the other day. I don’t really believe him, but he insists. She’ll probably write to you about it. She’ll probably also mention our… failed attempt at cooking chicken. No one was harmed in the process. She might exaggerate what happened. Your daughter is more dramatic than Evangeline. She misses you though, more than anything. She says my hugs aren’t the same, but they’re “okay enough”. I know Ada is supposed to have her right now, because I was supposed to leave for the front a week ago, but… something came up, so I’ll be watching Clara until you get back from your location.  

On one hand, I feel bad using the same envelope as your daughter to send you my letter, but I really don’t want to walk all the way across the base and get a second envelope just to send this. Besides, I know Clara’s letter will be secure, so mine will also. And security and discretion is sort of important right now. 

Clara has no idea what’s happening with me, although I think she’s starting to figure it out. She unfortunately inherited Shade’s observations skills which means I have no secrets anymore. At least, no secrets between the two of us. I don’t think that’s bad though. I was tired of secrets a long time ago. I guess that is also why I feel such a desperate need to tell someone this. I should probably write to Cal, but his location is NOT secure right now, which is probably why he hasn’t written to me. I’m going to have to wait until he gets back from the front to tell him. I don’t know how long that will be either, which means I have to tell you. I guess I thought you would understand. Please just… I need advice. I know you’d probably tell me to figure it out on my own, but you’ve always had a knack for thinking your way out of tough situations. 

I wish I’d figured it out sooner. I think I knew for a while, I just didn’t want to think about it. If I was right, it would make life stupidly complicated. Being around Clara these past few weeks has sort of changed everything though. And while a part of me is (this sounds so stupid) happy… I’m scared too. The minute I saw the results, I had half a mind to find a healer and get a procedure, to just get rid of it. How can I justify bringing something so fragile into the world? But then it moved, I thought I imagined it, but then it did it again… and Farley I couldn’t. If that’s selfish of me, I don’t know. 

Of all the times for this, now is really not the best. But for you, it wasn’t the best time either and you got through it. You stayed with the war effort, but the more I think about it, the more I think I need to leave the front completely. While I have nothing against how you raise your daughter, the way Clara looks whenever someone knocks on the door makes my stomach clench and my throat burn. I know she’s just waiting for news that you’re never coming back. Especially after the whole Tiraxes deal fell through last year and we didn’t hear from you until you returned a week later. I don’t want… I don’t want my child to have that fear. I don’t want them to be looking out the window wondering when I’ll be home or if Cal is ever going to come back. I dont need want that for her them it her. I can’t believe that I wrote that. But some part of me fluttered when I did. Forgotten gods I hope I haven’t messed her up. I was just at the front a month ago. She was there, she was there with me and I was running directly into the line of fire. I’m glad I didn’t know then though. I would have made a mistake. I know I would have. 

My heart tells me to leave. That I need to go back to Montfort. That if I truly want this, then I have to be there for her. But my mind tells me it’s selfish. That I’m not thinking about the future and about the people like us who have suffered for years. But then I think about what she’ll be like, who she’ll be, and I suddenly have this desperate need to run under a rock and hide. I know the Session will hunt her down, and after all the attempts on Clara, I feel sick just thinking what they will do to get their hands on mine. 

I just don’t know what to do. I’d ask Cal but I know what his response will be. He’d tell me to go, and he’d come with me. But I can’t pull him away from the front either. We both make such a difference there at times. Is it selfish to do that? To take my family and run? I need your help. Please write as soon as you can.

Mare

PS: if the healer’s wrong and it’s a boy... I want to name him Shade. I hope you understand that… and are willing to give your blessing. If not, I understand.

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[evangeline-of-montfort]

ash garden (ii)

chapter 1 read it here on ao3

The words leave me in a jumble, trying to push from my mouth before the enemy arrives. Trying to call for aid before I am utterly trapped. “Elane, there’s an active raid. I’m in trouble: Sector E-1. Please– ”

The ground itself shakes with the force of drumming hooves as figures burst from the treeline, surrounding me in seconds. I don’t get much further before a gust of wind rips the wireless broadcaster from my fingers and sends it flying over the ledge behind me. Windweaver. 

Now I’m well and truly on my own. I pray that the raiders hadn’t interfered with the second broadcaster, that Elane heard me and sent aid. 

If not, I could die here. 

I count a dozen other raiders, each sitting astride a wall of shaggy fur and horns.  Bison. From experience, I know that they can sustain over a dozen bullets before going down. The animals’ eyes are flat and glassy, a sure sign they’re under the control of a Silver animos. 

Fuck. 

“You weren’t broadcasting for aid, I hope?” the lead raider asks coolly. Her nose and mouth are covered with a black bandana; above it, her eyes are hard and unforgiving. I reach out with my ability, scanning her up and down. She carries two pistols with eight rounds each, bright copper and heavy tungsten; her belt buckle is silver. 

I weigh my options, wondering how many enemies I could cut down before the bison trample me into the earth. The odds are not good, so I start talking. “No help is coming for me, I’m afraid. I seem to have been cut off from my unit.” 

The raider shrugs. “I apologize—we may have interfered slightly with your broadcasting capabilities. It wouldn’t have been ideal for newblood freaks to rush us from all sides as soon as we got close to you.”

As soon as we got close to you. Any lingering hope I had of this being a random attack vanishes. They targeted me specifically, but why? 

I choose my next words carefully. The voice I use belongs to a lost princess from a lost court, but it serves me well here. “Why waste thirteen seasoned raiders on one patrol officer? You must think quite highly of me. Either that, or you aren’t sure of your own abilities in the slightest.”

As I talk, I study the raiders, trying to pick out the details that might save my life. Why are they here? Who are they? 

Each of them wears a black bandana covering their noses and mouths. Their eyes are all hard and cold, veined with gray. Their clothes seem relatively new, a far cry from the mismatched rags that raiders usually wear. I spot an emblem of some sort—a shield emblazoned with a silver stripe—and it looks disgustingly familiar. 

My stomach drops as I realize what it is. 

The Nortan Silver Secession is here.

One of the raiders slides off her mount, moving with a liquid, easy grace.  Silk. “Why waste thirteen raiders on one person? Well, that would be very simple,” she says, talking like she would to a child. “We do indeed think a great deal of you, Your Majesty.” 

She stops before me and sinks to one knee. It feels like a mockery, and it may very well be. “Lady Evangeline Samos. Daughter of Royal House Samos and House Viper. Betrothed of not one but two Calore kings. Former Queen of the Rift.”

My legs go weak at her words. They call me back to an old life, titles won in a country that no longer exists. What game are the Secessionists playing now? “I am no longer any of those things,” I manage. “What do you want with me?” 

The silk tuts as she rises and approaches me, swaying almost hypnotically in my vision. Something in her face reminds me of Sonya and her family. They’re probably related, after all. “I am no longer any of those things,” she mocks. “I see our poor queen has been brainwashed by the Montfort bastards. I hear you have renounced all titles and family ties, my dear. That you walk as equals with Red rats in the streets. That you take a girl to your bed each night—”

“Enough!” I snap, sounding braver than I feel. Her words struck deep, an unwelcome reminder that I am the antithesis of all I was born to be. “Cut the bullshit. What do you want?” 

She is unperturbed. “Why, we want to restore you to your throne, Your Majesty. To crown you queen of all of Norta. Second to no other. And, if you so wish—” She leers, and I can see the disdain in her eyes—“the Lady Haven shall be named your princess consort.”

Her words release an old yearning inside me, a longing for power and for freedom. It tears through my insides before I can control it, and the greed has to show on my face.

“That’s it, little magnetron,” the silk coos. “You need not resist. Blood need not be shed. And before the week is out, you will have a throne and a crown.”

She is offering me what I was raised to want. I was  born to be the queen of Norta. Such a deep-seated desire does not simply disappear. I feel my old ambitions surge to life, a roaring tide inside my head. 

But I know now that what the silk offers is not true. To wear a crown is to lose your freedom of choice. Power given can be just as easily taken away.

And here in Montfort, with its too-close sky and sheer granite cliffs, roaring whitewater falls and dark green pines, I have everything I want. Ptolemus and Wren are here. I am free to love Elane, to marry her, and to grow old and die with her. I do not need a throne. 

What I need is to get out of here alive. I need to stall for more time and hope that backup is on its way.

“A crown and a country,” I say slowly. Every word is an extra second I’m alive. My mind searches frantically for an escape route and comes up empty. Please, Elane. I need you. “Now, that’s a hard offer to beat, Lady…” 

“Tana Iral, Your Majesty.” So she is related to Sonya, maybe a cousin or aunt. Her eyes gleam with barely-suppressed excitement, watching me as a cat watches its prey. As my mother’s wolves used to watch me. 

I briefly wonder what will become of me if they have their way. They could make me their puppet, controlled in every action by a Merandus whisper. The thought terrifies me like no other. 

Keep talking. It’s all I can do. 

“But… enlighten me,” I continue, forcing the fear away. “There is already a stable government in place in Norta. Democracy. Equality of blood. You speak of a waiting crown, but I see no throne.”

Tana laughs, showing even white teeth. “ Yet, Your Majesty. A government led by Reds and their allies is no government at all. They cannot hope to stand against us for long.”

My stomach twists even tighter. “You propose civil war.”

“A restoration of the throne to its rightful owner.” 

“Countless lives will be lost,” I say slowly. “Silver lives. Valuable blood.” I try to fall into my expected role: a blood supremacist, a Silver lady. It isn’t difficult—after all, it’s who I used to be. 

Another one of the raiders shifts impatiently. “Those Silvers forfeited their lives when they betrayed their people. We have no qualms about clearing them out of the way. Will you, Your Majesty?” His words carry a thinly veiled threat. 

They’re getting tired of stalling. My time is almost up.

I don’t know what I would’ve done if left to my own devices, but suddenly, several things happen all at once. 

Tires screech on asphalt as a cycle roars down the Hawkway. Someone dismounts and runs towards me, and a glowing blue shield erupts across my vision. My heart jumps in my chest. Davidson. Elane came through.

I scan the Hawkway for more reinforcements, but there are none. The premier’s the only person I’ve got, but I can’t think of anyone I’d rather have here except Tolly.  

The raiders overcome their surprise and attack. I feel exactly six guns fire at once, and without blinking, I stop the bullets in midair and throw them back. Two of them cut through flesh, and the rest go sailing into the woods, missing the raiders entirely. I grit my teeth—I’m out of practice. 

A gale-force wind picks up. I stagger and lose my balance, and it throws me to the ground. My ribs slam into the dirt, knocking the wind from my chest. 

The air itself turns into a vacuum, sucking the breath from my lungs as I scrabble uselessly for purchase. I try to shout as I’m flung towards the edge of the cliff, but my own breath chokes me, forcing the sound back down my throat. Stars swim across my vision, bright spots of color that almost hurt my eyes. 

The windstorm is cut off as suddenly as it began. The sounds and sensations of battle abruptly disappear as a dome materializes around me and the premier, blue as a robin’s egg and nearly an inch thick on all sides. 

Still on the ground, I cough and gasp for air, stunned by both the impact and the sudden silence. My heartbeat pounds in my ears, and every breath is unnaturally loud.

“Can you stand?” Davidson bends over me, his eyes alight with concern.

I grasp his offered hand and gingerly pull myself up. Nothing seems broken—I can already feel the bruises spreading, but I’ve definitely had a lot worse. “Thanks for the save. You’ve clearly been practicing.” 

He smiles at that. “Even old dogs can learn new tricks.” 

I suddenly lose my balance again, catching myself on his arm. At first, I think my brain hasn’t reoriented itself properly, but then I realize it isn’t me. 

The ground is trembling again. 

I look up in time to see the bison charging us, a moving wall of pure muscle. A mountain of shaggy fur slams into the shield, inches from my face, with enough force to knock down a small house. The dome shakes under the impact. Despite myself, I flinch back, nearly colliding with Davidson. 

An awful crunch filters through the muffling effects of the shield. One of the animals collapses sideways, its neck bent at the wrong angle. The others begin to sway uncertainly, stamping at the ground, but their eyes go flat as the animos reasserts control. They shake their heads, stunned, and charge us again. 

The dome flickers, growing weaker with each impact, each passing second. It’s incredibly disorienting, like the entire world is underwater, distorted. Everything is blurry except for Davidson at my side. The ground shakes, my vision flashes blue, and the drumming of hooves rumbles in my ears like thunder. I want to curl into a ball on the ground and put my head between my knees until it’s over. 

Instead, I put a hand on Davidson’s shoulder. It trembles with strain, nearly in time with the flickering shield. “Don’t give out on me,” I say, trying to bolster us both. “I’d like to get out of this alive.” 

His eyes meet mine for the briefest second, the only acknowledgement he can manage. I can’t begin to fathom the amount of willpower it takes to maintain that dome. He doesn’t look it, but the premier might be the strongest Ardent I’ve ever met—and I’ve fought the lightning girl. 

My legs brace automatically as another charge begins. I can feel the vibrations in the iron soles of my boots, like standing on top of a rattling transport. Next to me, Davidson grits his teeth. His stare is so intense I can feel it, even though it’s not leveled at me. 

“How much longer can you last?” I ask, and my voice echoes around the tiny space.

He only shakes his head, the smallest of movements. We don’t have long at all.

The Nortans prowl around the edges of our bubble. They don’t waste energy attacking—they don’t have to. All they have to do is wait for Davidson to give out, and they’ll have us outnumbered eleven to two.

Who has the advantage? Lord Arven’s voice echoes bitterly through my brain. That question has an easy answer. 

The hard part is neutralizing the advantage. 

“We have to kill the animos,” I realize suddenly. 

Briefly, I wonder if their animos is family. One of my mother’s Viper cousins, here to drag me back to Norta at long last. I can only think of a few nobles who could control half a herd of bison for this long.  “Which one of them do you think–”

Even with the bandana, even through the uncertain light cast by the dome, her face is familiar. We have the same eyes, after all—Viper eyes—but hers are brown to my gray.  There’s no mistaking it.  

“Atara,” I whisper. 

In another life, we were friends and allies—cousins—at court. She helped organize my birthday gala when we were fifteen. I cheered her Queenstrial, even though I knew she didn’t stand a chance. She was my mother’s favorite niece. 

Davidson seems to realize. “I’m… sorry,” he says. “If—if there were another way…” 

The strain in his voice surprises me—the premier isn’t one to display exhaustion. We’re out of time. This isn’t the place for doubt, or morals.

“There isn’t,” I say flatly. “She’s chosen her side. I’ve chosen mine. Drop the shield on ten.” 

The premier nods, unable to manage words. A sheen of sweat coats his brow. I slide a steel ring off my right hand, forming it into a bullet with a burst of willpower. 

The blue shield disappears. Sound and color rush back to the world, but I barely notice. My vision tunnels until all I see is Atara’s black-clad figure. I take a deep breath and let the projectile fly, and like an extension of my own arm, I feel its trajectory across the clearing. I feel the miniature crosswinds as it slices through the air. 

I feel it puncture fabric, flesh, and bone, in that order.

Atara crumples to the ground.

I’m sorry. 

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Jerman yang Mbingungi

 KONTENISLAM.COM - Oleh: Ferizal Ramli Jerman bersiap memilih pemimpin baru dalam pemilu yang dijadwalkan akan berlangsung pada hari ini Minggu (26/9/2021) untuk menggantikan Kanselir Angela Merkel, yang akan mengundurkan diri. Selama hampir dua puluh tahun Merkel dinilai sebagai pilar stabilitas di Eropa. Dulu Jerman amat ambisius betul mau jadi penguasa Eropa. 3 kali Jerman mencoba dan 3 kali gagal! Pertama kali saat Holly Roman Empire Jerman yang gagal kuasai Eropa. Maksud hati mau menggantikan Romawi, apa daya dapat perlawanan keras sehingga tidak bisa kuasai Perancis, Inggris dan Spanyol. Lalu masa Prusia Empire, juga gagal memalukan karena kalah Perang Dunia I.   Kemudian terakhir masa Nazi Hitler yang juga gagal memalukan dan memilukan dalam Perang Dunia II. Jerman kapok ndak mau lagi ambisius merasa paling hebat dan ingin adi kuasa. Mulailah di Uni Eropa Jerman "low profile". Yang high profil itu Perancis dan Inggris. Hanya, dalam persaingan segitiga Perancis, Inggris dan Jerman (yang pasang peran low profile) pemenangnya adalah Jerman. Inggris ndak suka di UE tidak bisa memimpin, milih keluar. Perancis dulunya juga amat khawatir Jerman mendominasi, jadi minta Jerman tahu diri. Begitu juga negara Eropa lainnya yang masih trauma pada Jerman takut Jerman mendominasi. Jerman pun tahu diri selalu pasang peran "low profile". Lutjunya, saat ini justru Perancis dan Eropa khawatirnya bukan karena Jerman akan mendominasi, tapi karena Jerman tidak mau mendominasi. Jerman yang "low profile" dan Pemalu membuat Eropa kehilangan "Elan untuk Mendikte" dunia. Padahal karakter Eropa inginnya memimpin. Perancis jadi amat gregetan dengan Dominasi Cina serta Aliansi Anglo-Saxon (US, UK, Aussie dan Kanada). Eropa lainnya gregetan dengan perilaku Rusia. Hanya Perancis ndak cukup kuat untuk memimpin Eropa. Negera Eropa lainnya butuh dipimpin oleh negara yang kuat. Negara yang kuat itu Jerman! Tapi Jerman gamang untuk mengambil alih pemimpin Eropa. Lutju, dulu Jerman begitu ambisius mau dominasi Eropa sampai perang dunia 2 kali, dan dikroyok rame-rame. Sekarang malah Jerman yang enggan mendominasi Eropa, tapi malah di-ojok-ojok e atau didorong-dorong terutama oleh Perancis dan negara Eropa lainnya untuk memimpin dan mendominasi Eropa. Jermannya malah yang "enggan" untuk mengambil peran tsb.   Saat ini negara-negara Eropa menunggu betul hasil dari Pemilu hari ini. Jika yang menang Partai SPD dengan Kandidat Kanselir Olaf Scholz maka platform SPD itu tidak suka ekspansi global, suka dengan solidaritas sosial. Ini membuat Jerman enggan ambil alih pemimpin Eropa. Padahal karakter Olah Scholz yang pengalaman punya kapabilitas lakukan itu. Jika Union (CDU/CSU yang merupakan Partainya Merkel menang), maka Partai ini punya spirit sebagai Kapitalis Global. Hanya Kandidat Kanselirnya Armin Laschet dianggap orang yang peragu, bukan fighter dalam pertarungan global. Jika Grüne atau Partai Hijau yang menang (hanya peluangnya kecil), maka Kandidatnya Annalena Baerbock masih dianggap "hijau" dalam kancah kepemimpinan global. Meskipun isu Climate Change dan isu-isu Partai Grüne adalah isu-isu global. Jerman yang super kaya itu sedang gamang dengan perannya. Perancis dan Negara Eropa lainnya saat ini gregetan lihat Jerman yang gamang, tidak ada ambisi sama sekali untuk memimpin Eropa sehingga memenangkan 'race' terhadap rivalnya: USA (dibantu UK, Aussie dan Kanada) dan Cina.   Jadi, dulu Jerman yang sangat berambisi itu menyembabkan konflik di Eropa, sekarang Jerman yang tidak berambisi menyebabkan kebingungan buat negara-negara Eropa...🤣😂🤣 *dari tepian Lembah Sungai Rhien Ruhr

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Cornul Caltunului si Lespezi, prin Caldarea Berbecilor, dupa o noapte la cort, la Lacul Caltun.

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Cornul Caltunului si Lespezi, prin Caldarea Berbecilor, dupa o noapte la cort, la Lacul Caltun.

Varful Lespezi si Vf. Cornul Caltunului sunt doua dintre cele 13 varfuri de peste 2500m din Romania. Pe vreme buna, cu vizibilitate si fara stanca uda, se poate ajunge foarte usor si pe Cornul Caltunului, varful care ii pune in incurcatura pe cei care nu au mai venit niciodata aici.

Tura urma sa fie una de doua zile, cu dormit la cort, la Lacul Caltun. Aici dormisem si cand am fost pe Varful Negoiu, cu plecare de la Balea. De data asta am ales sa pornim de la Piscul Negru, pe Valea Caltunului.

Am ales asa intrucat in prima zi se anunta ploaie, si nu avea rost sa mergem pe creasta.

Urcarea nu dureaza mai mult de 3 ore, si nici nu este o urcare foarte silicitanta. Mi-a placut mult valea asta, mai ales ca am gasit foarte multe tufe de zmeura si afine. Desigur, am pierdut vreo ora prin afinis si zmeuris, dar a meritat, mai ales ca erau chiar in poteca, si era greu sa te abtii. Totusi, ne gandeam sa nu ne trezim cu vreun urs, venit dupa aceleasi fructe. Imi spun ca au ei alte tufe :))

Pornim de la Piscul Negru usor ingrijorati. Ploaia si ursul sunt doua elemente care pot strica armonia :)) Este vineri si pe traseu nu sunt alti turisti. Cand e asa liniste la Piscul Negru, te uiti si dupa ursi.

Dupa ce ne-am saturat de fructe de padure, am continuat sa urcam spre lac. Vremea, inca, tinea cu noi, desi norii amenintatori se plimbau pentru deliciul fotografilor. Eram pregatiti sa incasam cativa stropi de ploaie.

Pe la 1900m am intrat in nori si ploaia anuntata ne-a intampinat destul de bland. Am mers aproximativ o ora prin ploaie. Tot asa pana am ajuns la Lacul Caltun. Neavand parazapezile la noi, ne-a intrat ceva apa in bocanci dar nimic alarmant.

Mai mult noroc am avut cand am ajuns la Lacul Caltun, caci ploaia s-a oprit si am profitat de moment pentru a monta corturile cat mai repede. Mai erau cateva corturi si ceva lume la refugiu dar am gasit repede locuri de cort.

Inca batea vantul destul de tare dar nu suficient de puternic cat sa ne facem griji pentru la noapte.

Vremea fiind mai capricioasa, nu s-a stat foarte mult afara, dar pe mine asta nu m-a oprit. Mi-am scos manusile si am stat sa filmez, sa fac poze si sa ma bucur ca norii se risipeau si vedeam in si spre Negoiu si spre Museteica. Am fost rasplatit nu doar cu privelisti minunate, ci si cu soare, cu a sa caldura binevenita pe vanticelul asta rece.

Din locul asta privelistea este spectaculoasa, de fiecare data, chiar daca nu ai o deschidere foarte larga. Jocul norilor peste Negoiu, cu soarele lucind pe lespezile albe si in luciul lacului, iti ofera un sentiment de pace interioara.

Cat am stat in jurul cortului, am fost abordat de un drumet, care ma intreaba daca nu am vazut pe cineva numit Zoltan. Noi nu eram de foarte mult timp langa lac, asa ca ii raspund omului ca nu l-am vazut. Raman putin pe ganduri. “Cine o fi Zoltan? O fi patit ceva? De unde sa il stiu eu pe Zoltan, de ma intreba baiatul asta daca l-am vazut?”

Noaptea a fost foarte linistita, la fel ca data trecuta. Aici dorm foarte bine, daca nu sunt -20 de grade si vant sa aplece cortul sau sa-l rupa.

Dimineata, pe la 8 si ceva, eram deja pregatiti sa pornim la drum. Vremea parea sa nu fie inchisa, exact cum anunta prognoza. Ne bucuram de cateva raze de soare, si, pana sa se echipeaze lumea, eu reusesc sa mai filmez putin. Dinspre Portita Caltunului observ multi alergatori. Aflu ca era maraton.

Luam rucsacii in spate si pornim pe langa lac, urcand pietroaiele spre Portita Caltunului. Vin tot mai multi alergatorii dinspre Strunga Doamnei, si fix acum, se intampla ca unul dintre ei sa se dezechilibreze pe lespezile astea, in alergare, langa o fata din grupul meu.

O loveste in cazatura, dar, cu putin noroc, ea nu se dezechilibreaza si ramane in picioare. Alergatorul isi cere scuze, se ridica si isi continua cursa.

Noi ramanem putin luati prin surprindere de intamplare. Putea sa se loveasca foarte rau si putea sa ii provoace o accidentare serioasa si fetei din grupul nostru. Ne bucuram ca nu s-a intamplat nimic si mergem mai departe spre Strunga Doamnei. Continuam sa ne intalnim cu maratonisti, aflati la coborare. Le facem loc si le uram succes.

Sunt si ceva nori, dar speram sa nu ploua deloc. In Strunga Doamnei a fost ceva aglomeratie, cauzata de fluxul mare de drumeti dar si de alergatori.

Ajung sus si profit de momentele de asteptare pentru a purta o discutie cu niste tineri, despre echipament. Le dau cateva sfaturi si incerc sa ii conving ca nu e chiar bine sa urce imbracati ca de strada, cu hanorace, trening si adidasi. Le spun ca o ploaie i-ar uda pana la piele si plimbarea lor s-ar transforma in altceva. Par sa intelegea.

Ajungem in creasta, dupa ce parcurgem Strunga Doamnei, si ne pregatim de coborarea in Caldarea Berbecilor. Facem o mica pauza pentru o gustare. Majoritatea drumetilor continua spre Vf Negoiu, doar noi avem alta treaba azi.

In Caldarea Berbecilor era liniste. Doar doi drumeti care ne ajung din urma, ne depasesc.

De aici vedem si alte culmi sudice ale Fagarasului, Piciorul lui Cazan, Muntele Mazgavu, caldarile de sub Varfurile Scara si Serbota, ba chiar reperam si Cozia, in departare.

Coboram rapid, cam tot ce am urcat de la lac, si ne pregatim de urcat vreo 400 de metri altitudine, dupa ce traversam caldarea.

Ne apropiem de urcarea spre Seuta Lespezi si vedem cativa drumeti coborand abrupt de la Vf. Lespezi pe langa traseele marcate.

Ne uitam dupa capre negre dar nu prea avem asa mari sanse sa vedem vreuna. Catalin zice ca vede cateva pe sub varfurile Caltun si Lespezi, in zona grohotisului, dar eu nu le vad. Acasa, uitandu-ma pe poze, pare sa se vada o capra in departare.

De aici trebuie sa urcam in Seuta Lespezilor, si estimam ca ne va luam cam o ora si jumatate. Nu avem un ritm foarte alert, nici nu vrem sa alergam fetele, caci, mai avem de mers pe ziua de azi. Urcarea in saua asta ne taie putin din elan, dar cand ajungem sus, privelistea si pauza, ne reimprospateaza fortele. Ceasul era 12:15 iar noi mai aveam cam o ora pana pe Vf. Lepezi.

Poteca ce serpuieste printre pietroaie si smocuri de iarba, ne urca in Seuta Lespezilor si ne ofera o alta priveliste. Spre Transfagarasan, spre Piscul Negru, de unde incepusem drumetia cu o zi in urma.

Vedem si in aval spre Lacul Vidraru, flancat spre sud de Masivele Ghitu si Fruntii.

Vedem spre Vf. Lespezi si Cornul Caltunului, priveliste cu care am tot urcat dinspre Caldarea Berbecilor, pe care o lasam in stanga noastra. Suntem deasupra Vaii Lespezi si vedem atat Piciorul Lespezi, cel pe care vom cobora la Piscul Negru, cat si Piciorul Podeanu, cealalta varianta de urcare sau coborare de la Vf. Lespezi.

Intre Seuta Lespezi si Varful Lespezi mai dam de o portiune ca o custura mica. Este marcata dar noi mergem pe langa marcaj si facem putina catarare.

La 2 fix ajungem pe Vf Lespezi. Mergem de vreo 7 ore. Va spuneam ca nu aveam un ritm foarte alert, insa eram in grafic. De la Lespezi, coborarea spre Piscul Negru nu aveam cum sa dureze mai mult de 2-3 ore, oricat de incet am fi mers.

La varf era sa calc pe un caine mare si alb, care isi facea somnul de frumusete pe unul dintre cele mai intalte varfuri din tara noastra. Bine ca l-am vazut la timp, caci, reactia lui ar fi fost imprevizibila.

Nu stau foarte mult aici, caci eu as cam vrea sa ajung si la Cornul Caltunului, daca tot am venit azi, aici.

Cei din grupul meu nu prea ar mai vrea, si nici eu nu prea as mai vrea sa vina, caci ar dura f mult. Asa, singur, m-as duce si m-as intoarce in vreo 30 de minute, zic eu.

Pentru a ajunge la Cornul Caltunului, am coborat de la Vf. Lespezi, in directia din care am venit, cativa metri. Apoi am mers spre dreapta, urmand o linie imaginara care sa ma scoata in spintecatura dintre cele doua varfuri. Sunt vizibile niste momai, in caz ca nu sunteti siguri pe care pietroaie sa va urcati.

Atentie mare la prapastia imensa aflata pe partea cealalta. De aici continuati direct spre Vf. Cornul Caltunului, cu mare atentie la pietroaiele pe care pasiti. Eu ma grabeam asa ca am avut un ritm mai alert. Plus ca nu aveam nici un bagaj cu mine, lasasem totul la Vf. Lespezi.

La Vf Cornul Caltunului am parte de aceeasi nori care blocau privelistea si de la Vf. Lespezi. Nu vreau sa astept prea mult in speranta ca se mai risipesc norii si fac cateva poze inspre Negoiu, invaluit in nori, Vf. Lespezi si nu in ultimul rand, inspre Caldarea Caltunului, unde straluceste superbul lac omonim.

Ajuns la varf, fac cu mana celor de pe Vf, Lespezi, apoi, fara sa ma pun in pericol, ma grabesc sa revin repede la colegii mei de tura, care erau odihniti si pregatiti de coborarea pana la Piscul Negru.

Incepem coborarea cu alta priveliste in fata noastra. Vedem spre Varfurile Laitel, Capra si Vanatarea lui Buteanu, dar si mai departe spre Arpasul Mic, Mircii si chiar Marele Trapez.

Coboram fara sa ne mai oprim caci nu vrem sa lungim tura mai mult decat era necesar, si, dupa vreo 2 ore ajungem la stana de pe Piciorul Lespezilor, unde suntem pusi in alerta de prezenta cainilor. Ne latra de la distanta, ne apropiem usor, si par sa se fi linistit.

Trecem cu bine de cainii astia, care par obisnuiti cu zecile de turisti care urca si coboare acest picior de munte. Salutam oamenii de la stana, filmez putin, printre oi, apoi coboram la masina.

Inainte de incheiere, va las si episodul filmat in aceasta drumetie. Pe vremea aia filmam si editam mai slab, fata de materialele pe care le fac in prezent. Chiar si-asa, este un episod fain, pe care l-as reface in viitor, daca voi avea timp.

Ne schimbam de hainele de munte, si cautam un restaurant sa mancam ceva, rapid, inainte de a porni spre Bucuresti.

Gasim deschise mai multe restaurante la Piscul Negru, alegem unul si ne asezam. Pana sa vina comanda, incepem sa butonam telefoanele, citind ultimele stiri. Intrand pe Facebook, vad pe grupurile de munte un anunt despre moartea unui mare alpinist roman, Zsolt Torok.

Atunci, am inteles ca despre el era vorba, atunci cand il cautau baietii aia pe langa Lacul Caltun. Nu stiu ce au simtit colegii mei de drumetie, dar pe mine m-a trecut un fior rece, si mi s-a si dus entuziasmul turei pe care tocmai o incheiasem cu bine.

Cuvintele sunt de prisos, mai ales acum. Odihneasca-se in pace.

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Encontro de corregedorias terá edição virtual

O II Encontro de Corregedorias do Distrito Federal, da Controladoria-Geral do DF (CGDF), terá três dias de evento virtual na edição deste ano, em 1º, 6 e 8 de outubro, com início sempre às 16h. Profissionais e autoridades debaterão temas que agregam à matéria da correição e assuntos correlatos (veja a programação completa abaixo). Haverá inscrição on-line para corregedorias, mas demais interessados também podem acessar o canal da CGDF no YouTube a qualquer tempo.

O encontro tem o objetivo de capacitar servidores e público em geral do DF de modo a levá-los a uma reflexão sobre o atual formato de gestão dos processos de correição. Também será uma oportunidade de atualizar os participantes sobre as boas práticas na área correcional e traçar uma perspectiva diante de tantas mudanças em curso no setor.

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“Como órgão superior do sistema de correição do DF, a CGDF precisa promover o conhecimento e a uniformização do entendimento na matéria correcional. Por isso, a controladoria traz a segunda edição virtual, que certamente terá um alcance ainda maior que o primeiro encontro, que em 2019 reuniu mais de 200 participantes presenciais”, afirma o controlador-geral do DF, Paulo Martins.

As palestras abordarão os seguintes temas:

⇒ Construindo o modelo de corregedorias

⇒ Atuação da corregedoria no fomento à integridade no Ministério de Ciências, Tecnologia e Inovações (MCTI)

⇒ A admissibilidade no processo disciplinar

⇒ Reflexões sobre o direito administrativo disciplinar

⇒ Incidentes de sanidade mental

⇒ Utilização da mediação de conflitos no contexto dos órgãos de controle

“Os temas abordados no encontro são de suma importância, pois traçam um aspecto entre as boas práticas nacionais e as do DF. São trocas relevantes com corregedorias já estabelecidas e consolidadas, que aceitaram o desafio de ampliar o conhecimento em relação ao trabalho de correição”, afirma a subcontroladora do DF, Luciana Barbosa.

Ela destaca ainda que o encontro tratará de temas para além do setor, como sanidade mental e mediação de conflitos. Apesar de parecerem alheios, destaca Luciana, são assuntos diretamente ligados ao cenário vivido.

Além de representantes da CGDF, o evento contará com integrantes da Corregedoria-Geral da União (CGU), do MCTI, da Procuradoria-Geral do DF (PGDF) e da Secretaria de Fazenda do Amazonas. O médico psiquiatra Thiago Blanco também participará do encontro.

Inscrição

Para que o contato com as Corregedorias seja constante, a Subcontroladoria de Correição Administrativa abriu a oportunidade de inscrição para o evento. Os interessados não precisam da inscrição para acompanhar, mas sim para receberem Declaração de Participação e/ou fazerem parte da rede de contatos da CGDF. Para se inscrever, clique aqui.

PROGRAMAÇÃO

Moderadores do evento:

Luciana Barbosa – Subcontroladora de Correição Administrativa da CGDF

Luciano Helou – Coordenador de Compliance da Subcontroladoria de Governança e Compliance da CGDF

1º de outubro – Quinta-feira

16h – Abertura: Paulo Martins, Secretário de Estado Controlador-Geral do Distrito Federal

16h30

Tema: “Construindo o modelo de Corregedorias”

Palestrante: Dr. Gilberto Waller – Corregedor-Geral da União (CGU)

17h

Tema: “Atuação da Corregedoria no fomento à integridade no MCTI”

Palestrante:Dra. Aline Silva – Corregedora do MCTI (Ministério da Ciência, Tecnologia e Inovações)

17h30 – Espaço para dúvidas

6 de outubro – Terça-feira

16h

Tema: “A admissibilidade no processo disciplinar”

Palestrante: Dr. Fabian Gilbert Saraiva Silva Maia – Diretor de Responsabilização de Agentes Públicos

16h30

Tema: “Reflexões sobre o direito administrativo disciplinar”

Palestrante: Dr. Antonio Carlos – procurador/PGDF

17h – Espaço para dúvidas

8 de outubro de 2020 – Quinta-feira

16h

Tema: “Incidentes de Sanidade Mental”

Palestrante: Dr. Thiago Blanco – Médico psiquiatra

16h30

Tema: “Utilização da Mediação de Conflitos no Contexto dos Órgãos de Controle”

Palestrante: Dra. Elane Belota – Corregedora da Sefaz/AM.

17h – Espaço para dúvidas

 * Com informações da Controladoria-Geral do DF

Encontro de corregedorias terá edição virtual publicado primeiro em https://www.agenciabrasilia.df.gov.br

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