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rabbitcruiser · 8 months
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Clouds (No. 1035)
Monument Valley Navajo Tribal Park
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shutterandsentence · 5 months
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"Prone to wander, Lord I feel it Prone to leave the God I love Here's my heart, oh take and seal it Seal it for Thy courts above"
-Come Thou Fount of Every Blessing--18th century Christian hymn
Photo: Sedona, Arizona
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sceletoon-de-arizona · 5 months
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Restarted on here to recollect myself after some trauma and finding happiness.
I met a man whose presence turned my life completely around. He just lived and his shitty situation changed mine back into roses and tulips.
He is just so sweet and I cannot wait to post us here. We are even trying for a baby but I don't have much support emotionally for the situation.
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vvrong · 3 months
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fleshdyke · 4 months
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this bitch doesnt even know about harris hawks 😂😂😂
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usafphantom2 · 11 months
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HU009376 by manhhai Via Flickr: 2 November, 1965, Arizona, United States --- CF-5 Freedom Fighter aircraft refuel en route to Vietnam. --- Image by © Hulton-Deutsch Collection/CORBIS
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bumblebeeappletree · 1 year
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The simple genius of solar canals explained. The southwestern U.S. is in the throes of a “megadrought” so severe that we’ve broken the record — all 1,200 years of it. Researchers from the University of California have proposed a solution that could potentially address both the water and energy crises at the same time: covering irrigation canals with solar panels. But is this just another renewable energy gimmick, or does it hold a little more water? Let’s take a deeper dive to find out.
Watch Solar Panels Plus Farming? Agrivoltaics Explained https://youtu.be/lgZBlD-TCFE?list=PLn...
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https://undecidedmf.com/how-solar-pan...
Corrections:
07:42 - Should read 238 billion liters, not million
Follow-up podcast:
Video version - https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC4-a...
Audio version - http://bit.ly/stilltbdfm
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good-night-space-kid · 6 months
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hi peter :D happy halloween! trick or treat?
Sometimes paleo environments are found adjacent to current ones! This one is on San Salvador Island in the Bahamas and shows (left to right) a coral reef, the swash, and a beach! On what is now a beach!
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During the recent interglacial periods the water would have been higher and this area underwater, thus pushing the beach further onto the current shore. Today, water levels are lower so the beach is further out.
Happy Halloween!
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sunset / sunswept
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cithaerons · 1 year
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i was thinking about that map that was shared recently about days of sun per year and YES but also there’s another relevant metric here which is rainfall per year. nyc for instance gets much more sun per year than most of europe at 2535 hours, but it also has more rain per year than london, paris, amsterdam, or rome, at 46 inches. (compare to paris for instance which has only 1717 days of sun, but at the same time only 24 inches of precipitation annually. infamously rainy london also averages only 24 inches per year.)
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rabbitcruiser · 8 months
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Clouds (No. 1038)
Monument Valley Navajo Tribal Park
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shutterandsentence · 2 months
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Your steadfast love, O LORD, extends to the heavens,       your faithfulness to the clouds. Your righteousness is like the mountains of God;       your judgments are like the great deep;       man and beast you save, O LORD.
How precious is your steadfast love, O God!       The children of mankind take refuge in the shadow of your wings.
--Psalm 36:5-7
Photo: Grand Canyon National Park, Arizona
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hasmoneanbulbasaur · 1 year
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Book Recommendations!
Looking for book recommendations with a particular theme and setting. I would like fantasy, sci-fi, or horror, or a mixture of the 3, set in the American Southwest. I have a sudden craving for this setting, don't know why, but I do. If such books exist, tell me!
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minnesotafollower · 6 months
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Migrants from All Over Flocking to U.S.  
For the fiscal year ending September 30, 2023, arrests at the U.S. Southwest border of migrants from China, India, Mauritania, Senegal, Russia and other distant countries tripled to 214,000. This is a special challenge for the U.S. because deporting them is “time-consuming, expensive and sometimes not possible.” As a result, the U.S. is actively working on obtaining agreements for removal of such…
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bumblebeeappletree · 2 years
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Reservoirs are a solution to the tremendous variability in natural water supply, but what happens when they stop filling up?
People use water at more or less a constant rate and yet, mother nature supplies it in unpredictable sloshes of rain or snow that can change with the seasons and often have considerable dry periods between them. If the sloshes get too far apart, we call it a drought. And at least one study has estimated that the past two decades have been the driest period in more than a thousand years for the southwestern United States, leading to a so-called “mega-drought.” (Source: https://www.npr.org/2022/02/14/108030...)
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fiction-quotes · 9 months
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All the degrees Kevin had acquired, the colleges and universities he had gone to with the fellowships and scholarships he had received, his father had never showed up. But every town had been promising. Every place at first had said, Here you go – You can live here. You can rest here. You can fit. The enormous skies of the Southwest, the shadows that fell over the desert mountains, the innumerable cacti – red-tipped, or yellow-blossomed, or flat-headed – all this had lightened him when he'd first moved to Tucson, taking hikes by himself, then with others from the university. Perhaps Tucson had been his favorite, had he been forced to choose – the stark difference between the open dustiness there and the ragged coastline here.
But as with them all, the same hopeful differences – the tall, hot white glassed buildings of Dallas; the tree-lined streets of Hyde Park in Chicago, with the wooden stairs behind each apartment (he had loved those, especially); the neighborhoods of West Hartford, where it looked like a storybook, the houses, the perfect lawns – they all became places that sooner or later, one way or another, assured him that he didn't, in fact, fit.
When he got his medical degree from Chicago, attending the ceremony only because one of his teachers – a kind woman, who had said it would sadden her to have him not there – he sat beneath the full sun, listening to the president of the university say, in his final words to them, “To love and be loved is the most important thing in life,” causing Kevin to feel an inward fear that grew and spread through him, as though his very soul were tightening. But what a thing to say – the man in his venerable robe, white hair, grandfatherly face – he must've had no idea those words could cause such an exacerbation of the silent dread in Kevin. Even Freud had said, “We must love or we grow ill.” They were spelling it out for him. Every billboard, movie, magazine cover, television ad – it all spelled it out for him. We belong to the world of family and love. And you don't.
New York, the most recent, had held the largest hopes. The subways filed with such a variety of dull colors and edgy-looking people; it relaxed him, the different clothes, the shopping bags, people sleeping or reading or nodding their heads to some earphoned tune; he had loved the subways, and for a while the activities of the hospitals. But his affair with Clara, and the end of it, had caused him to recoil from the place, so that the streets now seemed crowded and tiresome – all the same. Dr. Goldstein he loved, but that was it – everyone else had become tiresome, and he had thought more and more how provincial New Yorkers were, and how they didn't know it.
What he began to want was to see his childhood home – a house he believed, even as he sat in his car now, that he had never once been happy in. And yet, oddly, the fact of its unhappiness seemed to have a hold on him with the sweetness of a remembered love affair. For Kevin had some memories of sweet, brief love affairs – so different from the long-drawn-out mess with Clara – and none measured up to the inner desire, the longing he felt for that place. That house where the sweatshirts and woolen jackets stank like moist salt and musty wood – the smell made him sick, as did the smell of a wood fire, which his father had sometimes made in the fireplace, poking at it in a distracted way. Kevin thought he must be the only person in the country who hated the smell of a wood fire. But the house, the trees tangled with woodbine, the surprise of a lady's slipper in the midst of pine needles, the open leaves of the wild lilies of the valley – he missed it.
He missed his mother.
I've made this awful pilgrimage...I've come back for more...Kevin wished, as he often did, that he had known the poet John Berryman.
  —  Olive Kitteridge (Elizabeth Strout)
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