Day 4910: Self Image & Underground Desert River.

"Uncle Kenneth": junk collage, pastels, old photo, digital.

This is my Uncle Kenneth Kouns, a newly married, hard working young man before he went off to war, MIA and never came home. Aunt Vonda never gave up waiting for him.

                                                                  

  

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Self Image

Looking at the Cattle Egret below I wondered if she knows how pretty she is? Then it reminded me of a video I posted,  but I had forgotten, (here). I found it cute, then sweet, then touching. The lady who originally posted the video, labeled it "her love bird didn't like its short tail."

It seems most of us think we are either too much or not enough of various things. Maybe a waste of time, but our insecurities push us seek out helpers to make up for our supposed lack. There was a time, many eons ago when I added eyelashes. Also, for a while, fake acrylic nails. One time, a hairpiece. I guess I am not so different than the bird?

A river built where no river should exist. 

Around 700 BC, in ancient Persia, engineers constructed what is now called a qanat, a 20-mile subterranean channel carved beneath the desert to carry water from distant aquifers using gravity alone.

Vertical shafts punctured the surface at regular intervals, allowing construction, airflow, and maintenance while keeping the water protected from heat and evaporation. Many of these systems still function more than 2,700 years later. No pumps. No electricity. No visible river.

The full precision of how gradients were maintained across such distances remains limited by surviving evidence, yet the water still arrives, quietly, as it always has.

 

  

 

A 4+ minute video, Acorn season, here

 

 

Just because ...

Eastern Cattle Egret

 

Monday's Smiles ... 

 

Hoping you feel all the good things in your day.