Alfred Wesmael (11 February 1832, Saint-Josse-ten-Noode - 9 November 1905, Nimy) was a Belgian professor of botany. His outstanding work in taxonomy saw him invited to become Visiting Professor at the University of Washington.
He worked as a répétiteur of courses in botany at the Ecole d’horticulture de Vilvorde, later being named director of the botanical gardens in Mons. At Mons he was also director of the Société d’Agriculture, d’Horticulture et de Zoologie. In 1867, with Daniel Rapin (1799–1882), he participated in plant collection activities in Switzerland.
His taxonomic findings were mainly published in the Bulletin de la Société Royale de Botanique de Belgique. His treatment of the genus Populus was included in Candolle's "Prodromus Systematis Naturalis Regni Vegetabilis".
WESM (91.3 FM) is a listener-supported public radio station located on the Eastern Shore of Maryland. The station broadcasts a variety of formats, including jazz, news and information, blues, world, American folk music, and gospel programming. WESM is also an affiliate of National Public Radio, Public Radio International, American Public Media and other network program providers.
Licensed to Princess Anne, Maryland, USA, the station is currently owned and operated by the University of Maryland Eastern Shore. WESM 91.3 FM began broadcasting in March 1987.
Broadcasting at approximately 50,000 watts, WESM's FM signal covers most of the lower Delmarva Peninsula, including the Eastern Shores of Maryland & Virginia, Sussex County, Delaware – and portions of Southern Maryland & Virginia’s Northern Neck.
The station typically holds biannual membership drives in the spring and fall to help offset operational costs. These drives usually last less than ten days.
Light years will burn 'fore i return
I left it all behind with no concern
For things back then can't be again
Forever trapped in time that never bends
She waits for signals i might send
But they don't come so she pretends
I ran away but i'll be back yesterday
No turning back
Once you're lost you never will be found
No gravity
Never get my feet back on the ground
Love and escape do not compute
I see the photograph before you shoot
I'm standing still but still i'm spinning
This journey ends at the beginning
It seals my fate in the great figure eight
No turning back
Once you're lost you never will be found
No gravity
Never get my feet back on the ground
No turning back
Once you're lost you never can be found
No gravity