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The Katsura is a deciduous tree with red or green flowers on different trees. These tiny red flowers indicate a male tree. My husband chose this for planting.
Loving trees. Loving this rainy day.
In January 2022 I asked for help, and a Flickr support hero removed my accounts from the Explore algorithm. I feel more relaxed and sincere.
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Donna Nook now accounts for 1.5% of the world's grey seal population. The work of the wardens and the wildlife trust, is therefore crucial, for the future of these lovely animals.
Grey Seal Pup - Halichoerus Grypus
Donna Nook Nature Reserve
As always I extend my sincere appreciation to all those who take the time to stop by and comment on my photos.
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well my pro account expires on november the 15th and i aint renewing so this could be a goodbye to all of you. thank you to everyone who has said hello and gave me lovely comments on my images :-)
Alternate version - framing is off since I didn't sufficiently account for parallax.
Luci (Her full name, we've decided, is Lucille Dollybird Bumfur!), photographed on Kodak Tri-X, exposed at 200 ASA and developed in home made D-23, diluted 1:3 for 18 minutes.
Camera: Minolta Autocord, one of the best TLRs I have ever had the pleasure to use.
If you have Facebook you have probably heard the story about the two wolves. Well, recently I have learned how true that can be. I learned of a Wolf that is a predator, plain and simple. Feeding off multiple people yet never true or loyal to any. This my friends was a wolf in sheep's clothing. He pretended to be kind, loyal and dedicated. Yet alas, one mistake and the pack ate him alive. Moral of the story my friends, is that if you are going to date people on multiple avatars that look the same and hang out at the same places on both, make sure not to put the same photo on both of your flickr accounts.JS LOL
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This will never end 'cause I want more
More, give me more, give me more
This will never end 'cause I want more
More, give me more, give me more
If I had a heart, I could love you
If I had a voice, I would sing
After the night, when I wake up
I'll see what tomorrow brings
Ah, ah-ah-ah-ah
Ah, ah-ah-ah-ah
Ah, ah-ah-ah-ah
If I had a voice, I would sing
Dangling feet from window frame
Will I ever, ever reach the floor?
More, give me more, give me more
Crushed and filled with all I found
Underneath and inside, just to come around
More, give me more, give me more
Crocodile: Chobe River, Botswana
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Beware Skiing Kiwis (Skiwis) !!
Road sign with Mt Ngauruhoe in the background.
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Um den frischen Account auch mit älteren Bildern zu füllen, heute mal wieder ein Blick ins Archiv. Passend zur Jahreszeit bieten sich Fotos des bedeutenden Hochwassers um den Jahreswechsel 2023 / 2024 an. Dadurch entstanden interessante neue Motive, wie z.B. auf diesem sonst eher langweiligen Feld zwischen Kirchweyhe und Dreye.
Daher entschied ich mich an einem freien Vormittag möglichst dicke Winterkleidung zusammenzusuchen und bei -6°C einige Zeit an der neu entdeckten Stelle zu frieren. Schlussendlich hatte ich sogar noch Glück mit den Zügen. Zwar waren Güterzüge wie immer auf der Rollbahn ein seltenes Gut, dafür wurde überraschend die Überführung eines 401-Bordrestaurants vorgemeldet. Somit hatte sich das Warten in der Kälte definitiv gelohnt!
LICE-A 28063 Elmshorn -> Krefeld-Linn
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Bird ~ Fireside RV Park ~ Wyoming ~ USA ~ Monday August 21st 2017.
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Before the total solar eclipse on August 21st in Wyoming, USA...I happened upon this fledgling bird in a bush opposite the RV park I was staying in. I have no idea what type of bird this is though..
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aus dem botanischen Garten
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Holy Week Collaboration Part 2 of 8
Look for Part 3 tomorrow from me
Yesterday's was BrickNinja
As Jesus was sitting on the Mount of Olives opposite the temple, Peter, James, John and Andrew asked him privately, “Tell us, when will these things happen? And what will be the sign that they are all about to be fulfilled?”
Jesus said to them: “Watch out that no one deceives you. Many will come in my name, claiming, ‘I am he,’ and will deceive many. When you hear of wars and rumors of wars, do not be alarmed. Such things must happen, but the end is still to come. Nation will rise against nation, and kingdom against kingdom. There will be earthquakes in various places, and famines. These are the beginning of birth pains.
“You must be on your guard. You will be handed over to the local councils and flogged in the synagogues. On account of me you will stand before governors and kings as witnesses to them. And the gospel must first be preached to all nations. Whenever you are arrested and brought to trial, do not worry beforehand about what to say. Just say whatever is given you at the time, for it is not you speaking, but the Holy Spirit.
“Brother will betray brother to death, and a father his child. Children will rebel against their parents and have them put to death. Everyone will hate you because of me, but the one who stands firm to the end will be saved.
Mark 3:3-13
Running a detour route down the GTW Mt. Clemens subdivision account major track work on the Flint Subdivision. We find Amtrak's westbound Blue Water with F40 330 blasting thru Mt. Clemens, Michigan passing the old classy depot - April 25, 1988.
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Well This account It's For my Own Competition called: ' The Model of The Year '.
Only my dolls // Solo mis muñecas, Sorry But I can't make it International because I'm not ready lol // Lo SIento, pero no puedo hacerlo Internacional porque no estoy preparado para hacerlo.
Descrption Translated // Descripción Traducido in English & Spanish (más abajo)
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Language:In English
The competition is based on 6 Girls that They need to be Model Of the Year .
Every MONTH I'll upload 1 photo [1 each 1] with the selected theme of the 3 Judges
Elimination
The girls won't be eliminated, -Yeah I know, 3 judges... blah blah blah- , This Will be with statistics [every month] of Comments, Faves, Viewers and YOU CAND JUDGE TOO! I'll read your opinions and I will also qualify them :) .
I'll compare the statistics of The Girls.
Remember
The girl who has the highest statistics will be ... THE MODEL OF THE YEAR
[Sorry for my bad english, I use the transale of some words]
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Idioma: En Español
Este Concurso Trata de 6 chicas que quieren ser ' La Modelo del Año ' .
Cada Mes se subirá 1 foto [1 de cada chica] con el tema que eligirán los 3 Juzgados.
Eliminación:
Las Chicas no serán eliminadas, -Si lo sé, 3 Juzgados blah,blah,blah-, Se las juzgará con Estadísticas De Comentarios, Favoritos, Vistas y ¡TÚ PUEDES JUZGAR TAMBIÉN! , Leeré vuestras opiniones y las calificaré :).
Compararé las estadísticas de las chicas
Recuerda
La Chica que Tendrá las estadísticas más altas será... ¡LA MODELO DEL AÑO!
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Models at the moment // Modelos ahora mismo
Kalia Hewitt Crawford [Barbie Basics Jeans #.4]
Skipper Scott Thorne [Barbie Sisters (Skipper)]
Bianca Leal Solís [Barbie Fashionista SwappinStyles W2, Glam]
Only 3 Models more... // Solo Faltan 3 Modelos más...
I'll Wait and Buy Them.// Esperaré y las compraré...
This 3 Dolls Will be the next models:
Any Barbie Fashionista Raquelle
Any Barbie Fashionista Teresa
Any Barbie With Dark Skinned , Like Artsy or other doll ...
Based on accounts of Biblically Correct Angels, Ofanim was referred to as the "many eyed one" in the Second Book of Enoch. They are often seen with Cherubim as part of the Cherubim soul resides in them. They classed together as "Thrones" with Cherubim and Seraphim.
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First day of Autumn here in Sydney my fine flickr friends and I'm up at the right time, in great time in fact - so have time to check out Bondi - superflat, no clouds - drove to Tamarama - same, drove to Bronte - same so on I went over the Bondi border and in to foreign territory Coogee . Beautiful morning, lovely sunrise - however nothing too special going on down there apart from a fellow Irishman down the beach sitting next to me. He was still drunk from the night before telling me that we were on the right side of the beach and that we would end up millionaires where as everyone else on the other side of the beach would end up in Ikea. I, being Irish too, agreed with his wise beer sodden words however did not get the money shot whilst I was down there.
On the way home, stopped to get a paper and there he was crossing the road in the beautiful light on Bondi Road. I let him go, did not have the heart to tell him there was no surf down at Bondi and finally got my money shot .
Been super busy over the last few days with work and a wedding(not mine rest assured ;))) so bear with me whilst I catch up. Off now to check to my bank account to see if the millions have arrived yet ;)
My freckles look like spots. That's kinda gross. & I no longer have a pro account & it's weird because I haven't had to look at ads on flickr for aaages (one whole year, actually), & now there's a limit to only 200 photos on my stream, & only 100MB of photos per month. Oh & I can't see what weird stats I've been getting (I always get weird ones). It's very strange.
I couldn't decide whether to upload or not. But I don't want to fall behind on my diary. I spent like the whole day with Hannah, & we didn't take a single picture - actually, I took a few of my Mom when she was on stage - but otherwise it was a picture free day. & it was a nice day too. =)
This is when Max & I when we were on the terraces yesterday.
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I'm actually really tired & it's only 2.20am, but I will write this entry tomorrow. Before my Mom went to sleep I thanked her for the lovely day, & told her how much I enjoyed it.
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Soooo, it's really irritating when you're waking up & you can hear your Mom coming closer & closer to your room, talking on the phone to someone who is obviously your friend, & is telling them that you have been lying around in bed & should be awake by now. I said I would get up at 10am. I check the clock. It's 9.40am. So I'm not even late. But my Mom is still spouting this bull. She comes in & gives me the phone. It's Hannah, I start talking to her as my Mom exits the room. Except she doesn't. She stands at the door and says very, very loudly "GET UP! GET UP! GET UP!" I only just managed to refrain from telling her to fuck right off, & instead stopped half-way through talking to Hannah & yelled "MOM!" She left then. I was just really irritated because I'd said when I was getting up, & I wasn't late, I was actually awake before that, & yes okay, Hannah called me & if I hadn't been awake it would have been necessary for her to wake me, but I was already awake so there was no need to stand at my door being annoying.
But anyway. Hannah said she'd come by for 11.45pm, & we discussed what we were wearing. I only have one dress I like at the moment (last year I had 4 or 5) so that was pretty much sorted for me. I got dressed at a steady pace & then got some breakfast & read the paper. Well, Jane talked to me a lot too. My Mom had to pop out to try on her outfit for the make over today, but she came back with her friend Maggie in tour. I was eating breakfast at this point, & genuinely thought my Mom was about to ditch her friend with me & make us talk. I pointedly said "I'm eating breakfast" & then my Mom said that no they weren't going to disturb me. So that was okay. Maggie was still in the hall, so my Mom went upstairs quickly to get all her things, & then they chatted in the hall while waiting for my Mom's other guests to arrive. When everyone had arrived my Mom said they were going over there & that I could wait here for Hannah. Hannah then called moments after they left to say she'd was running a bit late & would be there in 5 or 10 mins. She offered to meet me there, but I figured it'd be easier to just meet at my house. I continued to read the paper until she got here, & then we left her car keys at my house & went out. Oh, & she showed me her new tattoo. It's of a snowdrop, & she designed it herself in memory of her grandma. It looks like a henna tattoo. I couldn't get a tattoo - too painful. & I'm just not really a fan of tattoos.
Last year I'm pretty sure we walked round the outside, but this year it was pretty windy so we walked through the school. We saw Hazel outside the reception area - well, the inbetween area between reception & the way out to the terraces, & she told us that for the time being we had to walk the whole way round the tent to enter. She also told us she wanted us to make ourselves known to the photographer, so that they had photos of younger people, & the fact that we were OEs was just an added bonus.
As we got ourselves a glass of free pink champagne I told Hannah that I was drinking more - but only wine. Actually, just Lambrusco, Buck's Fizz, & white wine spritzers. But still. I'm getting past my complete fear of it (thank you very much, American) though I still thinking getting drunk is ridiculous. We moved into the tent, but there were a lot of women crowding up the entrance, making it hard to squeeze through. I thought about checking our table seating on the board in the entrance but my Mom had mentioned we were right by the stage, so I figured we'd find it or she'd show us. && so we squeezed through the crowds & looked around the stalls - I noticed the Age Concern one (my Mom's somehow involved with them) - & we checked out what everyone was wearing & who was here. We saw the photographer, but didn't say anything. Also, last year there were these 2 women who were basically goth twins. Well, they're super tanned (totally over the top) & have suuuch black hair, (always worn really elaborately), way too much make up, & odd dresses. The dresses would probably look nice if they just toned it down a bit. Anyway, we figured out one of the goth women was the mother of a girl in choir who would be singing today. I really dislike the mother because she is very pushy, & was rude towards me because I got the main solo at the Christmas services, not her daughter. But her daughter does have a lovely voice.
While we were looking around we saw the woman I wrote about after this event last year, & Hannah burst out laughing & said she'd been telling someone about it just the other day. It was quite funny, & anyone I've told the story to has agreed with what I was saying. But it's probably best if I don't repeat it. My Mom came over to talk then & said she was worried because they were putting her in skinny white jeans for the make over. I'm sure she'll be fine. Though I usually think of skinny white jeans as a young people thing. Then, my Mom went & introduced us to two of her friends who were running the Age Concern stall, & basically ditched us there. I can't remember the name of one of the women, but the other was Maggie. Her son works in the theatre & TV, & she saw my production last week. So we had a quick talk about the arts, & then she asked me my favourite author. Samuel Richardson was the first person to pop into my head, & I really do love 'Pamela' so I said him. I'm not sure if she actually knew who he was. Kudos if she did. && she said she preferred seeing Arthur Miller plays to Shakespeare. I couldn't entirely agree. I see them as 2 different types of theatre, which yes you can compare, but you could also argue that they're very different. So, um, yeah. I let her move onto Hannah then, & she quizzed her about art, & then said Hannah & I would probably be friends for life. I've never really labelled my friendship with Hannah, so I felt a teeny bit awkward then. We were looking for a way to escape this dwindling conversation, when Maggie said we mustn't let her keep us, so we were just about to say goodbye when she continued talking. Uggh. I hate it when I get caught in conversations, & totally can't get out of them. We started talking about how our feet were hurting, & were going to sit down, when Maggie said her feet were hurting too . . . & the conversation continued. Eventually Hannah just said her feet were really hurting & that she just had to sit down, so we said our goodbyes. I felt rude, but some people I just don't gel with. Maggie seemed nice, but I don't really like to talk about the things I'm interested in. Which sounds silly, but I have my passions, & I usually have friends who are not interested in there areas, or if they are, it's just a minor thing, & there are things they're more interested in. So when someone else comes along & tries to talk to me about these things I'm like "Woah, back off." I don't mean anything by it. I just rarely feel comfortable talking about it. I know. I'm weird.
We saw my Mom then, & she showed us to our table, which really was right by the stage. There were a few of my Mom's friends sitting there already, but I could only remember one of their names. Awkward. They all said hi to me, so I didn't have to remember their names in the end. The woman next to Hannah was quite old, & as we were talking she caught my eye. I felt it would be rude not to say hi, so we both did. And then the woman basically told us her life story. I really had no idea how to react when she told us her husband left us with her 2 year old son for another woman, & then died about three years later after suffering from Parkinsons. Obviously her son has all grown up now (this story came up when she started telling us her son used to go here) so these events happened a while ago, but I still didn't know what to say. The school's music scholars were singing & playing & the sound was blasting from the speakers, which also made it really hard to hear. After we finished our conversation with this woman Hannah said she hadn't known how to react to her story either. So then we just chatted. My Mom got some wine for her table, so I had some. It wasn't to my liking, but I drank it anyway. Must keep up appearances of normality.
Lunch was served, & Maggie was really nice & said because I didn't eat chicken I could have her slice of the asparagus quiche, but I really didn't need it. She was really be nice & insisting I have it, but I was fine. I had another brief conversation with her while Hannah was caught talking to the woman next to her. She asked me if I liked contemporary music. I said yes. I didn't know how to elaborate. I told her I didn't like screamo and country & western. I probably should have asked her what music she liked, but I just found talking to her so awkward. I don't know why. She said her son always told her to tell people who wanted to go into his industry that it was very hard, & that he'd been struggling. She was trying to be kind, but I figured that I was 19, & have been focusing on this for over 10 years, so of course I knew the industry was hard. But I'm being overly critical here. She was probably just looking for common ground. I felt even more awkward when my Mom asked Maggie if she'd told me about her son. She had. We still had very little to talk about.
Hannah & I were originally going to get Eton Mess for pudding, but my Mom chose this vanilla turrine & it looked so good that we went for it too. I thought it would taste better than it did, but the raspberry sauce was lovely. && then the speaker for this year started. She ran 'Save Our Souls', which teaches women how to dress better, & for their shape & colour palette. My Mom is on the Parent's Society, so had been asked to be one of the models, along with another woman. The other woman went first, & was told she was an autumn palette (warm colours). When the palettes were both held against her skin the warm ones obviously looked better. Then my Mom was up on stage. It was harder to tell with her, but I would say the cool palette (spring) was a little more striking against her. I don't think my Mom was pleased, as she wears very warm colours, but she's lucky because they all look good on her really. Maggie said she thought the warm looked best, & I said I thought they both looked good, but the cool possibly just won for me. Then she went back stage to get her new outfit, while the woman talked to us about the clothes best for us. I didn't necessarily agree when she talked about how to dress with big boobs. As someone who probably has some of the biggest natural boobs in the country I had to totally disagree. She said wear long necklaces - they just hang off my boobs like a shelf. She said to wear very deep v-necks - whenever I do people just look at my boobs even more & say I'm trying to raw attention to them. There were a few other things she said which I had to say from experience were totally wrong. Hannah agreed. Then they were ready to show us the clothes. The woman who went before my Mom came out in a green maxi dress, (which was quite nice), a coral pashmina, & a big brown belt just under her chest. Oh, & a long necklace. The dress was nice, but the belt & necklace pushed everything weirdly, & made it quite unflattering. Then my Mom came out. Her legs looked soooo skinny (well, she does have very skinny legs), but she was wearing this polka dot mac which bulked her out & hid her shape. Apparently they'd lost the blazer they'd picked out for her. She looked better without the mac, & had a purple sleeveless top with a blue cardi on. Then the woman fastened the cardi, which was unflattering. But the jeans looked good. & they also found the blazer, which looked nice with the rest of the outfit. I took some photos on her camera for her - shocked at the quality, I must say I've been quite spoiled by my cameras. One of my Mom's friends commented that she'd never realised just how skinny my Mom was. That was nice - I've got to remember to tell her that.
When my Mom came to sit down Maggie told her that she thought both colours looked good on her, & I said I liked everything but the mac & the blue cardi. Hannah said she liked everything, & my Mom said that a far as she was concerned what I'd said was high praise coming from me. =p
The woman finished her talk, & my Mom got some beautiful flowers as a thank you for taking part. They really were lovely. Hannah & I just stayed at the table & chatted, until she said she had to put some more cream on her tattoo. We exited the tent from the far side just as the raffle started, & Hannah took off her heels to walk across the grass. The queue in the bathroom was quite long, but she only needed to wash her hands. We headed back but were a little too nervous to walk through the tent while everyone was focusing on the raffle. We passed the musicians still sitting at a table by the entrance, & when we got back to the table Hannah asked me why they were still here. I replied that they probably had nothing better to do with their time. Mary McCarthy, who was helping out with the raffle right in front of her table, laughed & said she'd heard what I said (thinking I'd meant it about the people running the raffle). I felt mortified, & said I hadn't been talking about her, but I'm not sure if she believed me. She said she didn't mind though. Mary really is very sweet, & I wouldn't say that about her even if I did think the raffle people had nothing better to do with their time. Which isn't true anyway.
After the raffle everyone started dispersing, & Maggie got up to go. I tried to catch her eye to say goodbye, but she didn't look at me. I'm not sure if she was purposefully ignoring me, or just thought I wasn't worth the bother. I felt a twinge of guilt then, but I really hadn't know what to say to her. After she left my Mom asked me how she was, & I admitted that I hadn't really had much to say. My Mom reprimanded me then & said she was grieving for her husband, which made me feel awful, until I asked when it had happened. She said it happened seventeen years ago, which made me feel less bad. My Mom said it shouldn't make any difference that it had happened seventeen years ago, but it does, even if just a little bit. If it had just happened very recently then I would have admired her for being able to come out to an event like this, because I certainly wouldn't be able to. But after seventeen years I probably would have been able to leave the house. So that's the difference.
Hannah & I flipped through the magazine that we'd been given for free (last year we got free hair care) & I pointed out the shots I wanted to do. She said she could do those poses, & we just needed to find the locations & then voila. My Mom came back & said the jeans were only £8, so she'd probably get them, & maybe the tops too. She also very kindly gave us money for afternoon tea - I'm sure it was free last time. Hannah got a piece of chocolate cake, while I went for a piece of Victoria Sponge cake, & we both had tea. Jean was serving, so I said hey. Oh & Hannah called her mum to ask if she had the money to pay for the ticket, but Elaine was at the LS swimming gala, so my Mom said she'd write a check for her now & Hannah would pay her back at the party tonight. I thought that was very nice of her.
We headed back to our table, & I remembered to reply to a text I'd gotten from Vicky about the cast meal. Boffey had a tennis match, so she was asking if we were still having the meal. I said it was up to them. Hazel came over & asked if Hannah's tattoo was real or henna. Hannah think that Hazel's estimation of her has gone down now. After finishing our afternoon tea we headed outside the tent. The weather had been so up and down - cool, windy, hot, humid. We were hot now, & right above the tent there were blue skies & white clouds, but above the benches we were going to sit down on there were grey clouds that looked like they might burst at any moment. Before we got to the benches 2 boys went & sat there, so we just sat on the little steps & took our heels off & talked some more. Alex approached to ask me if we were having the cast dinner & I said it was up to them, so she said we were having it. We then saw Dave AR walking over to talk to the boys on the benches. He's back from UCLA to go to the ball with his girlfriend. He didn't acknowledge us at first, but at one point we both looked up at the same time, so he had to wave & smile (it was more of a grimace). I waved back & told Hannah, so she looked up & waved too. He returned the wave & showed teeth when he smiled. Hannah said he was being weird, & that even though we weren't close, he should still have come over to at least say hey. He left, & it started to spit a little bit, so we headed over to my house.
She wanted to see my new laptop & camera, so I showed them & we went through facebook profiles of people we knew. I think she was a bit pissed off with the girls we used to hang out with at school, so we were looking at what they'd been doing recently. Hugh came in & got cereal & I just thought it was nice how he got on with Hannah. Her mum called & asked Hannah to pick her up for the Leaving Drinks at my house (for the teachers leaving at the end of this year) so I told my Mom we'd be back in 10mins & that I had my phone with me. Hannah had All Time Low's CD playing, & I'm not sure what I think of it. It's the type of music I used to listen to all the time, but over the last year or so - probably more - it's become a bit samey to me. I do like their single 'Lost in Stereo' though.
Hannah changed out of her heels at her house & showed me the photos on her camera from her night out last night. Her mum finished getting ready - after being a bit annoyed at Hannah for the mess she'd left her room in - & we got back to my house. (Max called me on the way home to apologise for not seeing me today. He said he'd been in school for the last four hours, but he'd just been so busy. I thought it was nice of him to actually call & apologise, but it wasn't as if I'd been waiting around for him today. He said he might see me tomorrow, but he probably won't.) But anyway, Hannah & I went out into the garden when we got back, where my Dad told us that actually my Mom was wrong to invite us to this party, as it was a Common Room party, & that we should leave. First I showed Hannah our new patio area, & then we went & got food from Jean. We tried this tomato sticks & cranberry with cheese puffs. They were particularly nice.
We headed in then & wondered what the hell to do. Usually we take photos, or watch movies, or bake. We couldn't exactly bake now. So it was either movies or photos. We headed up to my room (stopping on the way to show Hannah my brother's drawing, before he rushed in & grabbed them & said they weren't good enough to be seen, although Hannah assured him that wasn't true) & lay on my bed for a bit before deciding to go & look at photos taken over the years on my laptop. We decided we'd have to put up some of the really bad ones of people we knew. After we'd finished Hannah wanted to look through the photos on my flickr & decide which ones to sell, so we started doing that until her mum said it was time to go after an hour and a half. I then read until the party finished about an hour later. There were no cranberry puffs left. Great sadness.
I read some more until my parents called me up to watch TV with them all. I had 3 lemon sherbets left from a packet we got back at Christmas, so I gave one to my brother & my Dad. My Mom said she couldn't have them because of her teeth, so I had the last one. My Mom started to fall asleep, & after BB was finished my Dad told Hugh & I to go to bed. My Mom was still partially awake, so I told her how lovely this day had been. I enjoyed my evening, & the routine of spending time with my family. I felt a bit sad that my Dad basically tentatively asked me if I wanted to watch it with them. I don't mean to be stroppy about watching it. Just it's annoying to watch it so late usually, & usually when I won't watch it I've just had a fight with my Mom, so am upset. But really I like spending time with them all. =)
6 year old Thoroughbred broodmare. Take a look at her pedigree and you'll see that her female line traces back to the most influential broodmare of the 20th century, La Troienne:
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From Wikipedia...
"She produced fourteen foals and 12 of them raced. 10 of those 12 were winners. The first of these was the Champion Black Helen, by Black Toney, born in 1932. Black Helen won the American Derby, the Florida Derby, the Maryland Handicap, and the Coaching Club American Oaks. The second was born in 1934, Biologist, by Bubbling Over who won the 1926 Kentucky Derby. The third was Baby League, born in 1935, again by Bubbling Over, who became the dam of four stakes winners: the great Hall of Fame filly Busher, as well as Mr. Busher, Striking, and Harmonizing. Her fourth winning foal was Big Hurry, another Black Toney filly, born in 1936, and the dam of five stakes winners: Be Fearless, Bridal Flower, The Admiral, Great Captain, and Searching. La Troienne also brought forth the great Hall of Fame colt Bimelech, born in 1937. By Black Toney, Bimlech won the Belmont Stakes, the Preakness Stakes, and placed in the 1940 Kentucky Derby. Big Event came next in 1938, a Blue Larkspur filly and dam of stakes winner Hall of Fame. In 1939, she dropped Businesslike who was the dam of two stakes winners: Busanda (who was the dam of Buckpasser) and Auditing. Then came Besieged by Balladier in 1940, Broke Even in 1941, a colt by Blue Larkspur, Back Yard in 1942, a gelding by Balladier, and in 1944 Bee Ann Mac by Blue Larkspur. Belle Histoire came along in 1945, once more by Blue Larkspur. Belle Histoire was the dam of stakes winner Royal Record. La Troienne's last two foals were Belle of Troy in 1947, again by Blue Larkspur, and the gelding Trojan War in 1948 by Shut Out.
Les Brinsfield, a pedigree expert, wrote: "Anyone who wants can take any daughter of La Troienne (or all of them) and trace them through pedigrees to today's stars. It will be a rare week when there is no stakes winner linebred to La Troienne.""
Donald Mitchell Healey (DMH to friends and fans) was, by all accounts, one of the truly great characters of the motor industry. A pilot in World War I, DMH took to motor racing and rally in the '20s. By the mid-1930s he was designing and driving rally cars for Triumph, and won several important international events. When war broke out in 1939, he devoted himself to the war efforts.
At the conclusion of hostilities, DMH and family (especially his sons, Geoff and Bic) resumed making sports cars, this time under the Healey name. Their first effort, the Healey Silverstone, had an advanced chassis design and simple, aerodynamic bodywork. Lacking the resources (spelled "cash") to develop their own engines, the Healeys used the interesting and reasonably sporting Riley 2-liter twin-cam OHV engine. (Yes, you read that right: two cams, down in the block, each operating a separate bank of pushrods working the rockers of overhead valves.)
But like all racers, DMH wanted more power. The biggest news in the motoring world in those days was the 165-bhp Cadillac OHV V8, a comparatively light-weight and high-revving engine with great low-end torque and tremendous potential for making a light, good-handling chassis go very fast. DMH built at least one prototype, using a privately purchased Cadillac V8, which fitted nicely into the Silverstone chassis. (I have been fortunate enough to see this car. And again, that's not "one of these cars," it's "this one.")
So DMH took a steamship from England to the U.S., intending to strike a deal with Cadillac for several V8 engines.
On the way he met George Romney, president of the Nash Motor Corporation based in Kenosha, Wisconsin. George and DMH hit it off from the start, and Romney said that if things didn't go according to plan, he should look him up.
Well, Cadillac didn't give DMH the time of day—too busy (and too important) to sell motors to some tinkerer. DMH decided that rather than make the trip a total loss, he should look into the Nash connection.
Well, Romney was as good as his word, and a deal was struck not only for engines, but for some development of a sports-racing car. The Nash-Healey ended up taking 3rd overall (behind two Mercedes 300SLs) at the 1952 24 Hours of Le Mans—an amazing achievement for a six-cylinder pushrod block, in spite of Nash's disappointment at not winning against the highly developed twin-cam racing engines.
The final piece in the puzzle was the acquisition of bodywork from Pininfarina, Italy's premiere coachbuilder at the time (and my own Pininfarina car is at my elbow, urging me to delete "at the time").
500 Nash-Healeys were built, in coupe form as shown here but more popularly in a roadster. The five cars shown at Forest Grove therefore represent one percent of all Nash-Healey production; no one at the concours knew how many still remain.
Classic film buffs may recall the original Sabrina, with Humphrey Bogart, Audrey Hepburn, and William Holden. Bogart is the sober-sided chairman of the board of a wealthy family's financial institution, and younger brother Holden is the fast-living cad who romances Hepburn. The car in which Holden drives her home from the train station is a Nash-Healey roadster.
Oh, and about that title: In 1959, DMH tried again to secure V8 power for his sports cars, and once more crossed the Atlantic, this time to meet with his longtime friend and fellow racer Carroll Shelby (who had just won the 24 Hours, driving an Aston Martin). DMH got the same response from Chevrolet as he had earlier received from Cadillac, and furthermore was chastised by British Motor Corporation (BMC) management for attempting to go outside the firm's own engine sources. So sadly, Shelby had to look elsewhere for the Anglo-American hybrid he was working on... a little car known as the Cobra, and a story that might have started as early as 1952 if General Motors had not already perfected the art of sticking their heads up their uncommonly tight fundamental apertures.
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Many of you already know ... I have got a new flickr-account where you can find already lots of new pictures taken by me. So please follow my new account if you want to see more pictures, because I won't upload any photos here any more. See you soon in my new stream :-)
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Model Ana Beatriz Barros backstage before the 2008 Victoria's Secret Fashion Show at the Fontainebleau Hotel in Miami Beach, Florida on November 15, 2008 .
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A bit of radio silence from me recently, on account of getting married, so here's a selection of images taken back in June/July. I've not had time to be out with the camera through August, apart from camera trapping in the garden for hedgehogs (more on them to come)...
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Waar je op de Brabantroute eigenlijk omgeleide treinen verwacht die gewoonlijk het A15 tracé en de grensovergang bij Emmerich benutten was er dankzij werkzaamheden in het zuiden van Limburg ook een totaal andere omleider te zien tijdens een dagje langs de baan in de hoop op leuke goederentreintjes. In dit geval ging het om een steevast rijdende staaltrein vanuit Beverwijk met bestemming Kinkempois die gewoonlijk niet eens in de buurt van Rotterdam, laat staan Dordrecht komt.
Het is aan de 193 312 (voorzien van de milieubewuste stickers 'Das ist Grün') om deze staaltrein van tractie te voorzien tussen Beverwijk en Roosendaal. Hierbij werd dwars door de randstad gereden en daarbij dus ook de fotografen gepasseerd onder rugnummer 47683 ter hoogte van Willemsdorp, slechts een goede minuut voordat de trein Brabant zal bereiken. Vanaf Roosendaal zou het geheel verder gaan aangevoerd door maarliefst drie Vlaamse reizen.
Op het moment van het maken van deze foto zou de toelating voor Vectron locomotieven in België ongeveer drie weken in orde bevonden zijn ware het niet dat er toch nog wat meer tijd overheen gaat voordat deze machines daadwerkelijk in het Belgische zullen rijden. Waar wij er al enige jaren aan gewend zijn zal een nieuw toegelaten locomotieftype vele Belgische treinliefhebbers positief stemmen. Na vele jaren waarin de Traxx ruimschoots overheerst mogen onze zuiderburen ook hoop gaan vestigen op meer variatie en vele fotografische doelen.
Paddy's Hole Boat Storage Facility is an important maritime location situated on the River Tees in Redcar, North Yorkshire, England. With a rich history dating back several centuries, this facility has played a significant role in the region's maritime activities. In this historical account, we will explore the origins, development, and importance of Paddy's Hole Boat Storage Facility, providing a comprehensive overview of its evolution over time.
Origins and Early History:
The story of Paddy's Hole Boat Storage Facility begins in the late 18th century when the River Tees emerged as a vital industrial waterway. The river provided an essential transport link for industries such as coal mining, iron and steel production, and shipbuilding. The natural sheltered area known as Paddy's Hole, located on the southern side of the river's entrance, became a favored spot for local fishermen and boat owners due to its calm waters and proximity to fishing grounds.
During the 19th century, Redcar witnessed significant growth as an important coastal town. The expansion of the local fishing industry prompted the need for a dedicated facility to store and maintain fishing boats. Paddy's Hole Boat Storage Facility was established in response to this demand. The exact date of its establishment is uncertain, but records suggest it was in operation by the mid-19th century.
Development and Growth:
In its early years, Paddy's Hole Boat Storage Facility consisted of basic storage facilities and moorings for local fishing vessels. As the fishing industry flourished, the facility underwent several improvements and expansions. By the late 19th century, it had evolved into a well-equipped storage and maintenance facility, accommodating an increasing number of fishing boats.
During this period, the construction of the South Gare breakwater in the late 1860s provided further protection to Paddy's Hole from the turbulent North Sea. This development enhanced the facility's suitability for storing and maintaining boats, attracting more fishermen to utilize its services. The South Gare breakwater also facilitated the growth of other maritime activities, such as pleasure boating and recreational fishing, contributing to the facility's increasing importance.
World Wars and Post-War Era:
The two World Wars had a profound impact on Paddy's Hole Boat Storage Facility. During World War I, the facility played a crucial role in supporting the war effort. It served as a base for several naval activities, including patrol vessels, mine clearance operations, and the training of naval personnel. Additionally, Paddy's Hole became a temporary home for fishing vessels requisitioned by the government for wartime purposes.
Similarly, during World War II, Paddy's Hole Boat Storage Facility played a strategic role. The facility served as a base for coastal defense and anti-submarine operations. Its proximity to the North Sea made it an ideal location for monitoring and protecting the coast against potential threats. After the war, the facility reverted to its primary function of serving the local fishing community, contributing to the post-war economic recovery.
Modern Era and Recreational Use:
In the latter half of the 20th century, changes in the fishing industry and the decline of traditional fishing practices led to a shift in the role of Paddy's Hole Boat Storage Facility. With fewer fishing vessels requiring its services, the facility began to adapt to new market demands. It gradually transformed into a multipurpose facility catering to recreational boating, yachting, and watersports.
To meet the needs of the changing demographic, various amenities were added to the facility. These included boat ramps, mooring pontoons, storage sheds, and maintenance workshops. The facility became a hub for boating enthusiasts, attracting visitors from across the region and beyond.
In recent years, efforts have been made to preserve and enhance the historical significance of Paddy's Hole Boat Storage Facility. Conservation projects have been undertaken to maintain the original structures, while new developments have focused on creating a more inclusive and accessible space for the community. The facility continues to provide storage, maintenance, and launch services for a diverse range of watercraft, catering to both commercial and recreational users.
Conclusion:
The history of Paddy's Hole Boat Storage Facility reflects the ever-changing dynamics of maritime activities along the River Tees in Redcar, North Yorkshire, England. From its humble beginnings as a local fishing boat storage facility to its modern-day role as a versatile boating hub, Paddy's Hole has witnessed and adapted to the shifting needs of the community.
Throughout its existence, the facility has played a pivotal role in supporting local industries, providing essential services during times of war, and fostering recreational boating and watersports. Today, Paddy's Hole Boat Storage Facility stands as a testament to the region's maritime heritage, serving as a vibrant center for boating enthusiasts and a reminder of the area's enduring connection to the sea.
Head rotation built into this little guy. You can check out the video of the rotation on my instagram account @custombrick
Dieser Account muss leider jetzt umziehen, da ich seit einiger Zeit nur noch Zugriff auf diesen über das Handy (sprich die Flickr.-App) habe.
Da Yahoo auch leider nicht sehr hilfreich ist und es nur noch eine Frage der Zeit ist bis ich auch über die App keinen Zugriff mehr habe, ziehe
ich um. Wer mir weiterhin gerne folgenden möchte, erreicht mich ab sofort unter dem Namen new_bri_gitte (www.flickr.com/photos/bri_gitte).
Würde mich sehr freuen!
This account will move now due to technical-problems… Seems Yahoo can not help :-( If you will follow me in future too you can find me under
the new name new_bri_gitte (www.flickr.com/photos/bri_gitte).
As every intelligent person knows, Pop Art accounts for three distinct periods.
1. Starving Time. The interesting and fruitful period when a young but already genial artist makes his or her first paintings - the gratest masterpieces of all time. Everything is good but no money to buy some food.
2. Soup Era. This is when a young but already genial artist sells his first piece of great art, or robs a bank (I'm not sure which event has a greater mathematical probability), or just borrows some bucks from a mediocre and worthless person and buys some cans of soup. Of course, the artist documents such a great and rare event (of having canned soup). Many hungry artists follows the father-founder of Pop Art and document their food, drinks, whatever eatable, and personal effects too.
3. After The Lunch. A sated, full-bellied artist doesn't need soup cans for the time being, so he entertains himself right after the lunch, for instance, the way this photo shows. Finally the artist becomes, out of the blue, famous. He has a lot of social commitments now, so he has no free time to make good art. But he is rich now, and that is the Happy End of the story. I wonder if this photo can repeat the success of the artist? What do you think? Feel free to express your opinion in comments.
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Sinds 1 januari 2019 verzorgd LINEAS de tractie voor de eerder door onder andere DB Cargo en RRF gereden dolimetreinen die hun weg vinden tussen de steengroeve van Lhoist in Hermalle-Sous-Huy en Nedmag in Veendam. In principe worden deze treinen over hun gehele traject van tractie voorzien door een tweetal HLR77 waardoor we bij uitzondering onlangs al het tweetal geheel gehuisstijlde locs voor de trein vonden én fotografeerden. Echter het kan altijd nog iets beter!
Het gebeurde op 30 april 2019 nog maar voor de tweede keer dat de enige Class 66 in LINEAS livrei de taak kreeg de extra dolimetrein naar het noorden te rijden wat voor mij de logica betekende dat hij een dag later bij daglicht zuidwaarts zou rijden. Gezien ik de eerdere keer niet in de gelegenheid was de reis doordeweeks te maken werden nu alle zeilen bijgezet om dat nu wel voor elkaar te krijgen. Niet alleen immers is Class 66 zeer geliefd bij mij maar deze loc laat zich hoe dan ook vrij moeilijk pakken gezien de tijdstippen en dagen waarop hij meestal in actie komt.
Met nu wel de mogelijkheid op pad te gaan werd ondanks het grijze begin van de dag rekening gehouden met een eventueel zonnetje wat me in eerste instantie op de Paleisbrug in 's-Hertogenbosch bracht. Door een enorme kans op een tegentrein op het verkeerde moment en het feit dat het noodzakelijk zou zijn ietwat te groothoeken besloot ik alsnog de bewolkte Brabantse hoofdstad achter me te laten en koers te zetten naar het enige kilometers zuidelijker gelegen Vught.
Strak volgens schema passeert de LINEAS 513-10 met lege dolimetrein 47627 het pitorekse stationnetje en het tweetal fotografen in het 5 minuten eerder ontstane zongat. Zo bleek al snel was de verhuizing naar Vught een goede zet, was het al niet om een eventuele tegentrein dan was het wel om het feit dat het zeer waarschijnlijk grauw en grijs bleef op de eerder gekozen plaats. Iedere spoorliefhebber kent de talloze pogingen waarin iets niet helemaal mag lukken maar pogingen zoals deze maken dat soort momenten ruimschoots goed en motiveren vooral lekker door te hobbyen!
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LINEAS 513-10 working empty dolomite train 47627 from Nedmag Veendam (Netherlands) to the Lhoist lime quarry in Hermalle-Sous-Huy (Belgium) while passing through Vught in a short sunny moment exactly on time.
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A history of Taormina.
Her name was Cheryl and she was 65, he was called Christopher and he was 59, they both came from Australia; before reaching Taormina, in Sicily, they had traveled far and wide in various European countries, finally they came to Italy to visit some cities of art and tourism such as Florence, Rome, Sorrento, Amalfi ... the reason for this great to wander? The answer will be known after their tragic ending: to look for a "beautiful place" where they can die ... They weren't married, they didn't behave like lovers or boyfriends do, they certainly were good friends, or maybe they were simply a so-called open couple. Physically and temperamentally they were the exact opposite: Cheryl was sunny, cheerful, decidedly nice, a little chubby, overweight, she loved to wear large handkerchiefs which she then tied on top of her head to form showy bows, Christopher instead was a bit skittish , closed and sad, of few words, thin, tall, with possibly gay attitudes, but both were very friendly, so much so that they had made friends above all with the hotel staff, indeed, to be honest, they made small gifts, they were objects of good workmanship that they had brought with them and bought somewhere, demonstrating their sincere attachment (they had chosen a famous hotel in Taormina, staying in a Junior Suite - Sea View, in Taormina they should have stayed a week, later they would go to Syracuse). On the day of departure, 02-October -2013, at 14.00, Cheryl and Christopher do not show up in the hall to hand over the keys to the room, with extreme embarrassment the assistant manager of the hotel and the housekeeper go to knock on their door , over and over again, and seeing that they do not answer, they open the door with the electronic passe-partout: as soon as they enter they see reflected in the mirror the shape of their bodies that appear stretched out in bed, motionless: quick and convulsive thousand questions pile up in the mind of the two women, the housekeeper is terrified and runs away, while the lady assistant director must be able to understand what is happening and approaches, what she sees is a surreal scene: they are clearly dead, lying and rigid on the bed, they are not hugging each other , however, they are lying next to each other, under them, to cover the blankets and sheets of the bed, they have placed a large sheet of cellophane, like the one used by painters, to prevent any the humors freed from lifeless bodies, could dirty; on the back of the bed hung a row of Halloween flags, with printed skulls, and, among these, other flags, those used for birthday parties, each with a letter forming the phrase "dance of death"; on the bedside table there were two empty bottles (200 - 300 ml), which each contained a lethal substance, there were keys (for the locks of the suitcases), and a letter, in which they reported their last wishes: they left the money to honor the hotel expenses, they donated the contents of their suitcases to the hotel, and finally asked forgiveness for the inconvenience that their extreme action would certainly have caused to the hotel. The scant news on the web at the time (all photocopies of a single article) reported that both suffered from serious health problems, but that was not the case, certainly there was some minor ailment, but nothing really serious and unsolvable. Cheryl and Cristopher now lie in the cemetery of Taormina, higher up, closer to the sky than to the earth, even with the high ladder it is not easy to get close, even if only to lay a flower, the Australian embassy was contacted, but no one asked that their bodies were repatriated to their homeland, Australia.
Saint Augustine does not seem to say "those who sing, pray twice", but it would be nice to think that I, in posting my photos and dedicating them to them, maybe I am praying for them.
Post Scriptum: I thank Mrs. Luisa, without her I would never have been able to reconstruct the last hours of their lives with some accuracy, the news on the web is imprecise and laconic; many thanks to mr. Bambara, a funeral director, who having buried their bodies in 2013, showed me, accompanying me in person, where exactly their location is.
All the photos I present were taken in the town of Taormina and its surroundings (Sicily); I made photos related to "street photography";
I tried to capture the essence of minimal photographic stories, collected walking down the street ... in search of fleeting moments ...
For some photographs I used a particular photographic technique at the time of shooting, which in addition to capturing the surrounding space, also "inserted" a temporal dimension, with photos characterized by being moved because the exposure times were deliberately lengthened, they are confused -focused-imprecise-undecided ... the Anglo-Saxon term that encloses this photographic genre with a single word is "blur", these images were thus created during the shooting phase, and not as an effect created subsequently, in retrospect, in the post-production.
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Una storia di Taormina.
Lei si chiamava Cheryl ed aveva 65 anni, lui si chiamava Christopher ed aveva 59 anni, entrambi provenivano dall’Australia; prima di giungere a Taormina, in Sicilia, avevano girato in lungo ed in largo in vari paesi d’Europa, infine giunsero in Italia per visitare alcune città d’arte e turismo come Firenze, Roma, Sorrento, Amalfi… il motivo di questo gran girovagare? La risposta si saprà dopo il loro tragico epilogo: cercare un “posto bello” dove poter morire…Non erano sposati, non si comportavano come fanno gli amanti od i fidanzati, certamente erano dei buoni amici, o forse erano semplicemente una cosiddetta coppia aperta. Fisicamente e caratterialmente erano l’esatto opposto: Cheryl era solare, allegra, decisamente simpatica, un po’ pienotta, sovrappeso, amava indossare dei grandi fazzoletti che poi annodava in cima al capo a formare dei vistosi fiocchi, Christopher invece era un po’ ombroso, chiuso e triste, di poche parole, magro, segaligno, alto, con atteggiamenti forse da gay, però entrambi erano molto cordiali, tant’è che avevano fatto amicizia soprattutto col personale d’albergo, anzi, a dirla tutta, acostoro facevano dei piccoli regali, erano oggetti di buona fattura che avevano portato con se ed acquistati chissà dove, a dimostrazione del loro sincero attaccamento (avevano scelto un famoso albergo di Taormina, alloggiando in una Junior Suite –Vista Mare, a Taormina sarebbero dovuti restare una settimana, dopo si sarebbero recati a Siracusa). Il giorno della partenza, il 02-ottobre -2013, alle ore 14,00, Cheryl e Christopher non si presentano nella hall a consegnare le chiavi della stanza, con estremo imbarazzo la vicedirettrice dell’albergo e la governante vanno a bussare alla loro porta, più e più volte, e, vedendo che non rispondono, aprono la porta con il passe-partout elettronico: appena entrate vedono riflessa nello specchio la sagoma dei loro corpi che appaiono distesi nel letto, immobili: rapide e convulse mille domande si affastellano nella mente delle due donne, la governante è terrorizzata e fugge via, mentre la vicedirettrice deve poter capire cosa sta succedendo e si avvicina, quello che vede è una scena surreale: loro sono chiaramente morti, distesi e rigidi sul letto, non sono tra loro abbracciati, però sono coricati l’uno accanto all’altra, sotto di loro, a coprire le coperte e le lenzuola del letto, hanno posto un grande foglio di cellophane, come quello che usano gli imbianchini, per evitare che eventuali umori liberatisi dai corpi esanimi, potessero sporcare; sulla spalliera del letto era appesa una fila di bandierine di Halloween, coi teschi stampati, e, tra queste, altre bandierine, quelle che si usano per le feste di compleanno, ognuna con una lettera a formare la frase “dance of death” (la danza della morte); sul comodino c’erano due flaconi (200 – 300 ml) svuotati, che contenevano ognuno una sostanza letale, c’erano delle chiavi (per le serrature delle valigie), ed una lettera, nella quale riportavano le loro ultime volontà: lasciavano i soldi per onorare le spese dell’albergo, donavano all’albergo il contenuto delle loro valigie, ed infine chiedevano perdono per il disagio che il loro gesto estremo avrebbe certamente arrecato all’albergo. Le scarne notizie sul web di allora (tutti articoli fotocopia di un solo articolo) riportarono che entrambi soffrivano di gravi problemi di salute, ma le cose non stavano così, certo qualche piccolo malanno c’era, ma nulla di veramente grave ed irrisolvibile. Cheryl e Cristopher adesso giacciono nel cimitero di Taormina, in alto, più vicini al cielo che alla terra, neanche con la scala alta è facile avvicinarsi, anche solo per deporvi un fiore, fu contattata l’ambasciata australiana, ma nessuno chiese che i loro corpi venissero rimpatriati nella loro patria, l’Australia.
Sant’Agostino sembra non disse “chi canta prega due volte”, ma sarebbe bello pensare che io, nel postare le mie foto e nel dedicarle a loro, forse io stia ugualmente pregando per loro.
Post Scriptum: ringrazio la signora Luisa, senza di lei non sarei mai riuscito a ricostruire con una certa accuratezza le ultime ore della loro vita, sul web le notizie sono imprecise e laconiche; ringrazio il sig. Bambara, impresario di pompe funebri, che avendone tumulato i loro corpi nell’anno 2013, mi ha indicato, accompagnandomi di persona, dove si trova esattamente la loro ubicazione.
Tutte le foto che presento sono state realizzate nella cittadina di Taormina e nei suoi dintorni (Sicilia);
ho realizzato foto riconducibili alla “street photography”;
ho cercato di cogliere al volo l’essenza di storie fotografiche minime, raccolte camminando per la strada ... alla ricerca di attimi fugaci s-fuggenti ...
Ho utilizzato per alcune fotografie una tecnica fotografica particolare al momento dello scatto, che oltre a catturare lo spazio circostante, ha "inserito" anche una dimensione temporale, con foto caratterizzate dall’essere mosse poiché volutamente sono stati allungati i tempi di esposizione, sono confuse-sfocate-imprecise-indecise...il termine anglosassone che racchiude con una sola parola questo genere fotografico è "blur", queste immagini sono state così realizzate in fase di scatto, e non come un effetto creato successivamente, a posteriori, in fase di post-produzione.
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Kommandeurwagen German Steyr Type 1500A
Set (Tamiya 1:35 35235)
More photos of this model on my Instagram account.