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taiwan, 1972
women threshing rice
unidentified village, hualien county
part of an archival project, featuring the photographs of nick dewolf
© the Nick DeWolf Foundation
Image-use requests are welcome via flickrmail or nickdewolfphotoarchive [at] gmail [dot] com
32/365 - Flogging Molly - "Every Dog Has Its Day"
Well I've drunk to drown
On every ocean I've been
Lake Tanganyika
Where the crocodiles swim
Halifax, Nova Scotia
To Van Diemans land
Well I drank with the Sultan
Down the Suez canal
'Cause every dog has its day
Like every woman she gets her own way
And if there's a ship that sails tonight
I'll captain that too
just to be there with you
Well there was old Jerry Rooney
Who was mad as a mule
Spillblood Maloney
Had a head like one too
That night on the bridge
With my shovel in hand
Well he threatened to kill me
I'm sure he picked the wrong man
'Cause every dog has its day
Like every woman she gets her own way
And if there's a ship that sails tonight
I'll captain that too
just to be there with you
Well there was mutiny in Lagos
Aboard the mean ship Skandi
Ten or twelve days in prison
Till the bastards set me free
McCloskey, you're free
'Cause every dog has its day
Like every woman she gets her own way
And if there's a ship that sails tonight
I'll captain that too
just to be there with you
Now I love the sea
And she wants me back
So I'll leave this ol' harbor
With the wind at me back
Goodbye mother Theresa
I hope the kids settle down
I must head for the Chinas
Pray to God I don't drown
For every dog has its day
Like every woman she gets her own way
And if there's a ship that sails tonight
I'll captain that too
just to be there with you
The fucking owner didn't like this character so i had to paint over it
theres just a big black blob there now
i hate dealing with building owners
taiwan, 1972
taroko national park
part of an archival project, featuring the photographs of nick dewolf
© the Nick DeWolf Foundation
Image-use requests are welcome via flickrmail or nickdewolfphotoarchive [at] gmail [dot] com
taiwan, 1972
rural life
unidentified village, hualien county
part of an archival project, featuring the photographs of nick dewolf
© the Nick DeWolf Foundation
Image-use requests are welcome via flickrmail or nickdewolfphotoarchive [at] gmail [dot] com
Una montaña de pájaros
ata los vientos de la tarde
con el signo más delgado,
pero el viento de la muerte sigue suelto.
Elige sus banderas redondas,
sus cabellos de piel justa,
sus risas sin comisuras.
Y sale desde el fondo de esas risas o cabellos o banderas
para adiestrar en la inmovilidad a las cosas,
para inventar el cinematógrafo de lo inmóvil
y la película más larga,
la que no necesita otro poyector que un cuerpo fino,
pues se proyecta en el instante mismo en que se filma.
Pero el viento de la muerte busca también un pájaro,
un cuerpo ya tan fino
que en él la filmación, la proyección, por fin termine
y empiece otra quietud mucho más quieta.
Segunda Poesía Vertical - 1963-
Roberto Juarroz
taiwan, 1972
women at river's edge, washing clothes
rural life
part of an archival project, featuring the photographs of nick dewolf
© the Nick DeWolf Foundation
Image-use requests are welcome via flickrmail or nickdewolfphotoarchive [at] gmail [dot] com
The Clyde Puffer SL Vic 32, of the ship immortalised in the stories of the Vital Spark and her captain Para Handy.
VIC 32 ("Victualing Inshore Craft") is one of the last few surviving coal-fired steam-powered puffers and is based at The Change House, Crinan.
She was built by Dunston’s of Thorne, Yorkshire in November 1943 - a busy time for the Clyde Ship building yards. As the wartime Admiralty needed 50, (later 100) victualling boats in a hurry, they were built in groups of three by various different yards in England. No new designs were needed as the perfect boat existed in a Clyde Puffer.
Steam sailings on VIC 32 have been available to the public from 1979, latterly as cruises on the Caledonian Canal. From 2004 she underwent extensive refitting at Corpach Boatyard at the west end of the canal near Fort William, funded by donations and lottery funds. After fitting of a new boiler by Pridham’s Engineering and Corpach Boatbuilders, she steamed down from Fort William to Crinan, from where cruises on the Caledonian Canal have now re-commenced
taiwan, 1972
taroko national park
part of an archival project, featuring the photographs of nick dewolf
© the Nick DeWolf Foundation
Image-use requests are welcome via flickrmail or nickdewolfphotoarchive [at] gmail [dot] com
We only knew her as 32 (a jersey she often wore). She wasn't from our neighborhood, but as young 15 year olds, we'd occasionally see her riding along our horse trails (in Rolling Hills CA). I had a camera one day and shot this, in the late 60's or early 70's.
Lifeguard station 32, my old favorite beach spot to walk to. Many many hours were spent on the beach and in the water in the immediate vicinity. I miss those days.
Not exactly a train... but he is in hot pursuit of train robbers.
("I would like to like to make one thing clear at the very outset and that is, when you speak of a train robbery, this involved no loss of train, merely what I like to call the contents of the train, which were pilfered. We haven't lost a train since 1946, I believe it was — the year of the great snows when we mislaid a small one." -- Peter Cook)