He mistakenly kills a notorious (and beloved) lion named Cecil, setting off a firestorm of anger, which provokes regret and apologies from Palmer.
So...we're saying that if you kill an exotic wild animal that is so esteemed that it has actually been named...we're saying that this is worse (and more regrettable) than killing the (supposedly) nameless (and lifeless) leopard hanging in Palmer's arms? See attached link for photographic and illustrative references.
We're saying kill that which you can't name, because then you won't feel remorse? Or question your behavior? Or ask yourself why you need to spend $55,000 to kill a beautiful animal to feel like a man?
What about this so-called "sport" is even remotely appealing? This is not subsistence hunting. This is not hunting out of a need for food. This is hunting to polish up the ego, this is an exercise in self-aggrandisement. This is hunting to say, "Look Mom and Dad what I can do now that I'm a big boy. I can spend $55,000 to hire professionals to take me to the doorstep of an Exotic Wild Animal. And I can kill it with a bow and arrow and tell myself that because I have a permit and it's legal that it's hunky dory okey-dokey. Look at my trophy dead carcass! What a good boy I am I am."
Oh, and since Palmer's arrows didn't exactly do the job, he had to chase Cecil for 40 miles and finish 'im off with a rifle. Nice job.
Anyone remember Robert DeNiro's character Michael chastising John Cazale's character Stan in Michael Cimino's The Deer Hunter? Michael believed you took one shot. One shot only. And if you didn't get it right...you didn't take the shot. But they were deer hunters. Not lion hunters.
But that was also in the movies. In real life you get to shoot - never mind with bows and arrows or rifles - until you get your prize.
This is what it means to be a hunter?
This is what it means to be happy...to smile after having killed an exotic wild animal?
This is what it means to be a man?
Guess so, because if Palmer had tried to kill this magnificent beast with his bare hands he'd have been eaten alive.
#CeciltheLion #DrWalterPalmer #PoachingWildAnimals #LegalizedHunting
"I was shocked and outraged to hear the story of Cecil, Zimbabwe's much loved lion. Not only is it incomprehensible to me that anyone would want to kill an endangered animal (fewer than 20,000 wild lions in Africa today) but to lure Cecil from the safety of a national park and then to shoot him with a crossbow...? I have no words to express my repugnance. He was not even killed outright, but suffered for hours before finally being shot with a bullet. And his magnificent head severed from his wounded body. And this behaviour is described as a "sport." Only one good thing comes out of this – thousands of people have read the story and have also been shocked. Their eyes opened to the dark side of human nature. Surely they will now be more prepared to fight for the protection of wild animals and the wild places where they live. Therein lies the hope."
I have spent a lot of time looking at the night skies since the New Horizons fly-by of Pluto and Friends, so Oliver Sacks' words about the beauty of the heavens, eternity...and death...resonated loudly with me on many levels.
This is a man whose observations about himself, whose deep contact with his patients, whose seemingly endless curiosity about medicine, science, and what it means to be human, filters through my thought processes almost daily. Somehow something he has written or done is always present as a shining light - a star or heavenly body if you will - in my life.
Were I diagnosed with a terminal illness, would that I were so observant, so willing to share the experience with others, so mentally sharp, so wise, so gracious, so vital, alive and communicative within the very process of winding it all down.
Perhaps Oliver Sacks' next incarnation will be as a heavenly body.
For those of you who do not know of this man, he has been writing regularly about his experience with illness, while maintaining a very involved life as a still very functional and involved scientist.
#OliverSacks #OnTheMove #MyPeriodicTable
And Pluto watched, silent, in the darkness
Under the clouds sea foam licked clean my scar
And Charon swirled, silent, around her partner
Like lovers, they keep their distance
Like the tide that will come in tomorrow
I cannot hear it
But can imagine it, if I stand still
Photo courtesy of the NY Times
The Blues dance
The way I feel this morning.
Then if you are in New York City anytime this Summer, get yourself to a free dance performance in and around the five boroughs. Two of my favorites, Michelle Dorrance and Lil Buck will be performing.
The Blues as Song
The Blues as Rhythm
The Blues as Dance
The way I feel much of the time.
Get the Blues
Learn to Dance
About Michelle Dorrance:
About Lil Buck:
Free Dance in Summertime New York:
#MichelleDorrance #DorranceDance #ToshiReagon #JacobsPillow #TheBlues
'Tis the right outcome.
This one is a thing of beauty. I had to do a bit of uncovering to find it, hidden behind overgrown Forsythia as it was and perched sideways in the branches of this rather low-slung Conifer, its opening parallel to the ground so that it appeared to be just a pile of leaves tangled into a haphazard mass by the blowing winds. When I grabbed for the pile of leaves to free up the branches of the tree, I felt its structure and realized it was a bird's home. I spied the side entryway and turned it facing upward so that I could take a picture in the early morning light.
Whether is was abandoned or had simply served its incubating and birthing purpose I do not know, but its creators' brilliant choice of location preserved it for my discovery, and I am glad.
Birds do not have to go to architecture or engineering or interior design school. They have an instinctual sense of form, structure, purpose and aesthetic, blending into one a talent for making furniture and building a house.
And it is the aesthetic of this particular nest that struck me on first sight. The delicacy of the inner padding - is it made of long thin blades of grass? - surrounded by a thicker layer of insulation - perhaps "baby" branches still pliable enough to bend 'round into a circular shape - and all of it cozied and protected on the exterior by thicker and longer leaves, twigs and dried corn husks.
Were I to begin today and work for the rest of the Summer, I would not be able to even begin to duplicate the finesse, elegance, precision, engineering and simple glory of this bird's nest.
May I bring it inside and display it on my bookshelves?
Or should I leave it outside for another occupant?
I would be sad to see it destroyed by the winds and weather should another family not discover it.
But then, I did turn it facing up, didn't I?
Humans are not as smart as birds...
...who do not need to go to architecture school, nor do they need to be taught how to fly. It took me years to learn to fly, but then, as I wrote...
....humans are not as smart as birds...
A case in point is AFRICA where intervening ultimately means MAN KILLING MAN.
The WORLD forbids.
Thursday, July 16, 2015
Egrets and Ospreys.
Sandals without Feet, and Feet in Hunter Sandals.
Catamarans deserted by the Dock.
Biker Boys on Cell Phones.
Fishing Poles without Fishermen.
And Rose Hips in the Sand.
My longtime friend, , takes people on photo safaris in the Hamptons on Long Island, and I joined her for one last Thursday.
We drove first to the wetlands, where I took pathetically out of focus pix of egrets fishing (and posing for the camera) and ducks and deer being, well, ducks and deer. We segued to piers and boats docks, sidled up to oyster beds, chatted up bikini-clad girls on paddle surf boards, and ended the day at the beach, taking pictures of dune fences along a seashore that had been eroded by hurricane Sandy, and any and every scene that struck us as camera-ready. It's fun to see what subjects other photogs are attracted to.
The safari was scheduled for 3 1/2 hours but lasted 4. The weather was perfect - sunny, intermittently cloudy, sometimes breezy, the skies filled with all manner of feathered birds and metal birds flying in for the weekend, the landscape serene with green grasses and flowering plants, nesting birds, deserted and aged boats, and everything maritime imaginable.
If you are anywhere within a decent car, train or bus ride of Westhampton, New York, get in touch with and join her for one of her safaris. Cheryl teaches photography online, mentoring photography students all over the world. She is also a portrait photographer, a master at hand-painting photographs, and a published author.
I had a great time and wanted to pitch a tent on the beach, roast marshmallows and fall asleep under the stars. I would go back tomorrow if I could. I would love to do one in the Fall, in the Winter, in the Springtime.
But...my own routine beckons.
#CherylMachatDorskind #Photography #Westhampton #BeachScenes #PhotoSafari
With Moon, Hummingbird feeder, Red and White Mandevilla,
rusted steel chair, potted Lemon Thyme,
and a Robin complaining loudly in the background
Now, as the Supreme Court prepares to rule on whether to grant a constitutional right to same-sex marriage, Justice Kennedy, a onetime altar boy, has emerged as an unlikely gay rights icon. At 78, he has advanced legal equality for gays more than any other American jurist...
As the Supreme Court prepares to rule on whether same-sex marriage is protected under the Constitution, I appreciated an article laying out one Justice's history in dealing with issues regarding same-sex relationships.
In my own view, I personally hope SCOTUS rules in favor of same-sex marriage. It is, as Spike Lee would say, The Right Thing to Do. Were same-sex marriage found to be protected under the Constitution, and were a conservative Justice to become the torch that bears witness to that ruling, that alone would affect the future definition of what it means to be "conservative" in this country.
Gordon Schaber said that Tony Kennedy was entirely comfortable with gay friends. He said he (Kennedy) never regarded them as inferior in any way or as people who should be ostracized, and I did think that was a good signal of where he was on these matters.
#gaymarriage #gayrights #JusticeKennedy #SCOTUS
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