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An atlas full of flaps to lift, revealing beautiful buildings, exotic animals and fabulous sights.
Divided into the separate continents, each double page is crammed with information on sights and cultures to be seen all over the world as well as country borders and capital cities.
Includes a giant world map poster.
An excellent interactive book to help children learn about the world.
I do not have a link for the atlas, but at the link I posted in my topic you can find both microscope as well as atlas pictures. Both are .tif file. I am sorry, but I do not know if they are vectorial images.
I guessed that my question(s) would not be so easy to answer. Do you think if I use OnTopReplica then I could manage with superimpose the images?
Anyway, it will be a pleasure if you could share some info with me.
Thanks a lot!
For step a I would suggest TurboReg and a rigid or affine transform, in manual mode. It will require you to manually move two or three (depending on what transform you are using) reference points on each image. The source is the atlas, the target is the mouse brain image. Once applied, you will get an aligned version of the atlas, that you can use to perform step b. You might have to convert the atlas image to 8-bit first.
Now I am trying to align with BigWarp, but when I select it and the two images were opened, appear also a dialog window in which is wrote:
WARNING:
Opening dataset that is not suited for interactive browsing.
Consider resaving as HDF5 for better performance.
So I cannot select the landmarks point in the moving image. Can I have some clue about it?
Image Atlas investigates cultural differences and similarities by indexing top image results for given search terms across local search engines throughout the world. Visitors can refine or expand their comparisons from the sixty countries currently available and sort by Gross Domestic Product (GDP) or alphabetical order. Through an incredibly simple interface, the Image Atlas raises profound questions related to language, international culture, and systems of information. Questions such as: What does popularity (i.e., the top result) reveal? How neutral is the statistical data? How is visual language transforming due to digital technology? How does translation affect meaning?
When searching online, images are not as easy to find as text. The Image Atlas proposes a singular method of retrieving and comparing pictures, to demonstrate the variability of language and the persistence of difference in a world supposedly flattened by the forces of the global economy.
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Discussions on goal setting and intentions rattled between new and old friends as we gathered in Marrakech ahead of the start of the 2022 edition of the Atlas Mountain Race. After a couple of puzzling years of cobbling together trips, it was good to be back together, sharing stories of trips, injuries, FKTs, and races. Between catch-ups, riders were treated to excursions to the fringes of the city led by enthusiastic guides from Pikala, a cycle cooperative, to explore huge protected palmeries, see the production of intricate ceramic works that are now sought by the rich and famous the world over, and drink mint tea in the homes of the locals. The initiative seeks to increase the use of bicycles in the city and reduce the increasing emissions from the heavy use of cars in the Moroccan capital.
In the February darkness on this same tarmac, I had pondered what could be out of sight: cliffs, sculptures (unlikely, but one can dream), camels? Answer: roaming goats, distant peaks (no shortage of them), and one single building where Michael Gaffey and I hid from the sweltering heat at high noon. Thirty-nine degrees and no breeze was rough, and the now sun-mulled third-party cola was unpleasant but necessary.
Of course, with light comes dark, and some of my vivid memories were given dark edges as I passed through places at night. I met the Old Colonial Road in shadow this time, and the years had been unkind to its surface, rendering it to rubble in places. My leapfrog pals were back, and Carl, Jade, and I hiked our way along the hard-going surface before laying out bivvies for the night.
My biggest day awaited me en route to CP3, perforated by landscapes that had brought me outrageous joy the last time round: long, steep, and fast descents, countless twists and turns while hurtling down vast gravel roads, occasionally passing roaring trucks shifting heavy loads of aggregate. The thundering earth movers threw up clouds of white and grey dust in the cold night air, illuminated by pure white light. On this occasion, the sun illuminated every inch, rock, road sign, and peak; all that lay before me was perfectly visible.
As night kicked into gear, my determination to make the final checkpoint kicked in as well, but not before a pause in the adrenaline of the evening, a moment to break bread with locals and other riders in the refuge of the last cafe serving omelettes and tea.
Safe in the knowledge there was a finite goal at the end of the day, the meals and moments of calm at high noon felt celebratory. The town was alive with smiles and rich in generosity, and all the energy that came with it felt as though the whole town was celebrating with me. A bounty of memories that I used as a superpower to keep my bike and body moving along the plateau towards the finish line in Agadir.
While rolling out, I paused on the edge of town to fix a slow puncture, and while fumbling with my pump and looking around, I recalled the completely contrasting sensations to the journey through the same place last time. Where dogs owned the night, waltzing over car bonnets and balconies, where I let my anxiety run riot over the possibility of the unknown, where my foolish preconceptions of the place had been all for nothing.
I rode this wave of satisfaction and realisation through dusk and beyond out into the long roads bordered by the first football pitches being used by local kids, the air filled with laughter and applause along with cheers of encouragement. If only it was feasible to bring along these cheerleaders for those final kilometres through sandy back alleys that cut through the vast argan orchards. All the while embracing the fact that each minute experienced under the fading light was offering me new strokes to that grander final image. As the sun petered out beyond my line of site, the distance to the end shrunk, time somehow stretched out ever longer, and my wheels sank ever deeper into the fine sand, my mind full of flashbacks to the same infuriation of battling against the same surface underneath the tread of my tyres first time round. I soon shook off all the negativity, lifting my chin up and getting my head down to make the finish line meet me that much sooner, the camera now firmly holstered away till that brevet card was stamped for the last time. Or so I thought.
The cool sweetness was a contrast to the bittersweet nature of grinding through the warm night at the end of a monumental journey, and after carefully mulling over the options in the chest freezers on the petrol station forecourt, Duncan and I devoured two each before rolling into the finish line separated by just a few minutes. Greeted with a beer and a sigh of relief, my journey was over. I took in the surge of emotion and tiredness and let them settle, then lumbered my bike inside to the small nook behind the lobby where the brevet cards were stamped and a sofa full of friends, smiling faces, and a sense of home and belonging.
It was only after winding down and putting head to pillow that I got a chance to really evaluate if I got my carrot on the stick and how much of the full picture I had coloured in. More could always be done, more could be seen, but the satisfaction I got from unveiling the landmarks that had remained in shadow for nearly three years was wonderful.
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A beautifully illustrated picture atlas with over 350 stickers of plants, animals, places and features to stick on the maps. A brilliantly interactive way to explore the world and find out where different people and animals live. Maps also show country names and capital cities and fascinating facts about each area. Includes a world quiz, and internet links to find out more about people and places.
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One new ATLAS study examines the CP nature of the effective coupling between the Higgs boson and gluons (the mediator particles of the strong force). Until now, the gluon-fusion-induced production of a Higgs boson, in association with two particle jets, had not been studied in a dedicated analysis. The study of this production mechanism is an excellent way to search for signs of CP violation, as it affects the Higgs-boson kinematics, leaving a trace in the azimuthal angle between the jets measured by ATLAS.
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