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Cleofas Tyrance
Pigeons were the fastest communications technology; horses were the fastest transportation technology; the barges moved at the speed of the river or the pace of the horses that pulled them along the canals. Nature itself was the limit of speed: humans could only harness water, wind, birds, beasts. Born into this almost medievally slow world, the impatient, ambitious, inventive Muybridge would leave it and link himself instead to the fastest and newest technologies of the day.
Playing DCS I can't help but notice the generally large amount of shimmering going on in the scenery. Mostly visible in the shadows but also quite noticeably with trees, river banks and shore areas. I find that this is especially prevalent at low level and low sun settings. I have been flying the Huey a lot recently where, naturally, you spend a lot of time down low so that might be the reason why I have noticed it even more in the past few days.
For me, the above is currently my best workaround to limit the shimmering and get the best possible visuals whilst maintaining rock-steady frames. I'd like to get "Default" terrain shadows to work but find them incredibly performance hungry in the large wooden areas of the Caucasus map, which I use exclusively.
The only thing that contributes to the flickering of the shadows (or the lack of...) in your settings is "Terrain Object Shadow: Flat" (which is ok, it's a tradeoff between looks and flickering - but I find the flickering the most annoying.
One pattern I have long noted is that whenever we seek to move forward in life, to take on a big challenge or to shift into a more expansive expression of self and life, these shadows WILL make themselves known. And that is why seeking challenging paths is a good way to facilitate healing. Yet, by definition, shadow work requires discomfort, and destabilisation of the small-s-self.
The dream was situated in my old home town of Taree, which lies beside a large coastal river in eastern Australia: the Manning River. As kids, we often swam in its cool waters, especially on sultry summer days. Quite often we would swim across to the other side, which could be perhaps 200-300 metres distant, depending on which part of the river we jumped into.
I passed them, and then I got close to the other side of the river, but then suddenly the water changed and became deeper and colder. I felt more afraid, because it was harder to swim, the water seeming darker and more treacherous. But I persisted, and battled over towards the bank. The bank was not in the town, but situated in a forested area a little upstream.
I have now fished a whopping 0.069% of this river, but hey you have to start somewhere. That somewhere for me was about 2 miles below Shadow Mountain Dam (click HERE for directions), the first of 15 dams along the length of the Colorado. Shadow Mountain Dam creates; you guessed it, Shadow Mountain Lake. Below the dam the Colorado flows freely for maybe 3 miles before it hits Granby Lake, which is created by the second dam along the Colorado, Granby Dam. These lakes offer prime habitat for trout to grow very large and offer the angler the opportunity to catch five different trout species (brown, rainbow, lake, cutthroat, and brook) as well as Kokanee salmon (landlocked Sockeye).
Ninety percent of the water in the Colorado comes from snowmelt. So this time of year the river is always raging. The vast majority of the 3 or so miles between Shadow Mountain Lake and Lake Granby were unfishable due to the high flows but there was some fishable water down stream and some pocket water along the banks. Access to this area of the Colorado is only possible on foot and there is a small $5 fee to park near the trailhead. Crystal will be highlighting the trail in her own post but here is the gist of how to get to the fishing. Park by this gate:
This is very important. The trail to the right skirts the edge of the river and allows fishing access right away, however this time of year the river is overflowing its banks and that trail is a flooded mess, do yourself a favor and go to the left. This trail will hook up with a section of The Continental Divide Trail and will take you all the way to Lake Granby with lots of river access along the way.
With the shadow under the trees along the right river bank, the shadow is cooler as it comes out into the river because it is a direct cast shadow on a warm-light (the sun) day, so I add more blues (ultramarine or phthalo blue) or greens (phthalo green) to the shadow color.
About eleven days before my first sighting of River Beas this past June, there was a terrible accident on its banks, in which more than twenty people had died. A dam built on the river, associated with the Larji Hydroelectric Project, was opened without proper warning, and a group of students who were very close to the river were swept away as the water rose too high, too fast. River Beas had swallowed them whole.
River Beas originates at Rohtang Pass, at one end of the Kullu valley in Himachal Pradesh, and loses around 3700 mts of altitude over some 470 kms before it merges with River Satluj, well into the state of Punjab. By then, perhaps, it is like a mature woman, with girth and fertility, capable of feeding farms and feeding people, not just with its water, but also with its rich soil deposits. But up in the Kullu-Manali region of the valley, the river is still a young girl, footloose and fancy-free, more about pace and electricity than anything else.
I started down the left channel first, using a wave as a natural ramp to fly over the hole at the base of the first ledge. I was quickly swept downstream through a narrow chute, blasting through a few more waves before catching an eddy. A short walk back upstream brought me to the center chute, where the river drops steeply over a smooth bedrock dome.
I was blown away by the late afternoon sunlight filtering through the trees and catching on the mist from the falls, so much so that I nearly stumbled into the river at least a handful of times. Langton displayed ceaseless enthusiasm, running the ten-foot waterfall over and over again while I found different angles to photograph it from. Before long I had packed my camera away and followed suit, enjoying the blissful moment of freefall, and scrambling back up the river bank to do it all again.
The very next day, Langton and I met up for another after work trip. We put in on the West Branch of the Ausable at the Copperas Pond pull off and picked our way through the long boulder garden along Route 86. I had driven by this stretch of river too many times to count, and it felt like a dream to finally take those paddle strokes.
The most important part of the tour is understanding the impacts of change on the river, and the impact on the Aboriginal community, particularly on the Wurundjeri. This was their main food source. The community would have roo running past, they go down to get flake out from where the Aquarium is now.
When [the first Europeans] came up the Yarra, it was green, very verdant, but then sheep and cattle decimated our traditional bush tucker sources. When the waterfall was removed and the salt water inundated the fresh running river, the eel breeding stopped, the dolphins and sharks stopped coming. My ancestors would have started starving.
This energetic piece for treble voices sweeps listeners on a beautiful journey into the rapids of Emily Pauline Johnson's poem. Bold vocal entrances cascade into bright harmonies as the piano creates an undercurrent of lively folk rhythms. As the river slows, the music floats into an elegant, reflective section, allowing your choir to display emotional range and musical sensitivity.
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