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Actually many rivers run through it as it gets a lot of run off from the mountains behind it.
As I not a Welsh speaker it took me many attempts to even try to pronounce the town the river runs through: Dolgellau
Actually there were wonderfully healthy looking Cormorants down there. But only one in this photograph.
There's a trick I use to check my long exposure quickly. Once the dark ND filters are on the lens I set the ISO to 6400 and make a shot (in this instance the exposure time was half a second). Have a look. Exposure ok? Focus fine? If good, then turn your seconds into minutes; return ISO to base; and let it go. So the next shot, at ISO100, could be 0.5 x 6400/100 (basically just simplify it to 0.5 x 60) = 30s (basically half a second turns into half a minute*).
But sometimes I discover I quite like the shot at ISO6400. Here I caught a nice wave rolling through and half a second worked quite well. That sucks because ISO6400 is noisy, isn't it. Or, maybe it doesn't suck that much these days. The noise isn't as serious as it used to be. And the pic next door was shot at ISO64 and ended up looking ancient since I've added noise in "to taste"!
* assuming your cameras base ISO is 100 or close enough to that. If your base ISO is 200 then, in this example, 0.5s would turn into 15s, not 30s. Or to make it sound so confusing, each second would turn into half a minute.
I actually finished this build around the beginning of June, but haven't gotten around to posting it until now. This was just a build for fun to mess around with the dark blue/white colorscheme and to finally do something for Kaliphlin over in Guilds of Historica again. I'm pretty happy with how it turned out, though unfortunately the pictures are rather poor.
Located on the Eastern outskirts of Katoren, this monastery survived the Kaliphlin civil war better than most. A natural spring was the reason for the monastery's location, and the spring continues to provide fresh water for all the inhabitants, as well as make the surrounding area very lush compared to much of the Kaliphlin landscape.
Well actually it’s not a fungus at all, meet Badass* utricularis who is a rather fetching Slime mold.
Slime moulds are a group of single-celled amoeba-like organisms that hunt bacteria and form a commune to reproduce. They then produce plasmodia (the caramel sauce) which can grow to quite a large size. When food supplies become scarce they produce the fruiting bodies that we see here and release spores which hatch into amoeba, starting the cycle all over again.
They are not part of the fungi kingdom but their fruiting bodies might suggest they are related.
If you want to know more, (which of course you do, how could you not be fascinated by this amazing organism), then watch this rather entertaining video.
I’ll be asking questions at the end just to make sure you’re behaving and doing your homework.
* It's actually Badhamia but Badass sounds much better.
Actually, it's good fishing in the Wisconsin river so this juvenile great blue heron was having a good day while I paddled by. The fires in Minnesota & Ontario made the air smell like a giant campfire and the light really strange.
Actually, I wanted to shoot the wolves in the wild park of Silz this morning. It was very foggy, and that's why I was taking a walk through the Wildlife Park and met this gorgeous guy. He was just a few meters from me on a meadow, no fence. I had very great respect, being yet mating. Other pictures will follow...
Eigentlich wollte ich an diesem Morgen die Wölfe im Wildpark Silz fotografieren. Es war sehr neblig und deswegen spazierte ich durch den Wildpark und traf auf diesen prächtigen Kerl. Er lag nur wenige Meter von mir auf einer Wiese, ohne Zaun. Ich hatte sehr großen Respekt, da ja noch Brunftzeit ist. Es werden noch andere Bilder folgen...
Actually not found exactly there but right underneath. Still like it.
(Explore March 28, 2012; # 470)
Thanks for your comments and favs!!
actually theres not much to say, as i have to prepare myself for relatives open houses around KL. but before all that, here's the brief description on this photo:
this shot was taken during blue hour and for the processing, it is a Vertorama of 5 exposures blended manually. no tonemapped HDR. the good thing was, i didnt get chased away by the security guards! so i have ample time to play around with exposures besides exploring my new "machine" :)
im wishing everyone a Happy Weekend!
Actually blue Stilton and digestives but the strongest flavour comes from the bacteria so let’s be honest about what we’re eating.
Actually, it's just a glass teapot in twilight with flashlight behind.
You can find Another Worlds in any place... ^____^
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. =)
Although titled "Blitz" and dedicated in honour of those firefighters who gave their lives in the Defence of the Nation 1939 - 1945. not all the women firefighters listed, (and presumably men as well), actually died during the war or even as a result of firefighting.
Daisy L Adams
Name:ADAMS, DAISY LILY
Age:34
Date of Death:26/06/1944
Additional information:Firewoman, N.F.S.; of 17 Stanley Road. Daughter of William H. F. Adams. Died at 17 Stanley Road.
Reporting Authority:CROYDON, COUNTY BOROUGH
CWGC www.cwgc.org/search/casualty_details.aspx?casualty=3149122
This was as a result of a V1 attack which landed at 3.57am and would claim 4 lives.
www.flyingbombsandrockets.com/V1_worst_week.html
The other three victims are:-
Name:HENDERSON, NELLLE MILLER
Age:56
Date of Death:26/06/1944
Additional information:of 25 Stanley Road. Daughter of the late Alexander and Helen Watt; wife of William Cranston Henderson. Injured at 25 Stanley Road; died same day at Mayday Hospital.
Reporting Authority:CROYDON, COUNTY BOROUGH
CWGC www.cwgc.org/search/casualty_details.aspx?casualty=3149483
Name:SLATER, DONALD LESLIE
Age:13
Date of Death:26/06/1944
Additional information:of 17 Stanley Road. Son of Cyril Leslie and Winifred May Slater. Died at 17 Stanley Road.
Reporting Authority:CROYDON, COUNTY BOROUGH
CWGC www.cwgc.org/search/casualty_details.aspx?casualty=3149782
Name:SMALL, JAMES IRELAND
Age:52
Date of Death:26/06/1944
Additional information:at 23 Stanley Road.
Reporting Authority:CROYDON, COUNTY BOROUGH
CWGC www.cwgc.org/search/casualty_details.aspx?casualty=3149783
The first V-1 was launched at London on 13 June 1944, one week after (and prompted by) the successful Allied landing in Europe. At its peak, over a hundred V-1s a day were fired at southeast England, 9,521 in total, decreasing in number as sites were overrun until October 1944, when the last V-1 site in range of Britain was overrun by Allied forces.
Approximately 10,000 were fired at England; 2,419 reached London, killing about 6,184 people and injuring 17,981.[The greatest density of hits were received by Croydon, on the southeast fringe of London.
Source: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/V-1_(flying_bomb)
Elsie W Baker
Name:BAKER, ELSIE WINIFRED
Age:31
Date of Death:13/02/1945
Additional information:N.F.S. Daughter of George Henry and Louisa Baker, of 19 George Road, Chingford, Essex. Injured 1 February 1945, at York Road; died at Chase Farm Hospital.
Reporting Authority:ENFIELD, URBAN DISTRICT
CWGC www.cwgc.org/search/casualty_details.aspx?casualty=3143045
Ellen RSQ Blackford
Name:BLACKFORD, ELLEN RITA ST QUENTIN
Age:26
Date of Death:11/09/1944
Additional information:Firewoman, N.F.S. Daughter of Ellen Lydia Stirrup, of 36 Albany Place, Dover, Kent; wife of Leonard Blackford, Merchant Navy. Injured September 1944, at Dover; died at Hurstwood Park War Emergency Hospital, Haywards Heath.
Reporting Authority:CUCKFIELD, URBAN DISTRICT
CWGC www.cwgc.org/search/casualty_details.aspx?casualty=3152577
Ellen is buried at DOVER (ST. JAMES'S) CEMETERY, Kent
www.doverwarmemorialproject.org.uk/Casualties/CWGC/WWII%2...
Dover suffered a resurgence of long-range shelling in September 1944, as the Germans took a last chance to fire before being forced back out of range. Its probable that Ellen died as a result of one of these incidents.
www.bbc.co.uk/ww2peopleswar/stories/19/a3358019.shtml
Mary O Cane
Name:CANE, MARY OLIVIA
Age:40
Date of Death:25/09/1940
Additional information:Driver, A.F.S., of 10 Earl's Terrace. Daughter of the late Arthur Beresford Cane, C.B.E., and Lucy Mary Cane, C.B.E., of 66 Elm Park Gardens, West Brompton. Died at 10 Earl's Terrace.
Reporting Authority:KENSINGTON, METROPOLITAN BOROUGH
CWGC www.cwgc.org/search/casualty_details.aspx?casualty=3132123
Night Operations - 24th/25th September 1940
At 1930 hours, raids started coming out of Le Havre making for Shoreham and London. These were followed by a sequence of other raids on the same course which were not, however, as numerous as usual. At about the same time, raids from the direction of Holland crossed the North Norfolk coast and for the most part remained in East Anglia except for two which penetrated more deeply Westwards. None of these raids appeared to proceed to the London area.
At about 2230 hours, there was a temporary lull and after 2300 hours owing to returning friendly bombers, it became difficult to distinguish hostile tracks. However, enemy activity in the London area continued and appeared to increase after 0300 hours. The approach was mainly from the South Coast but a few raids flew in from East Anglia.
In the London area, activity further increased after 0400 hours and only at 0538 hours had the last raid recrossed the coast.
Home Security Report
During the night London was again the chief target and was continuously bombed from nightfall onwards. Many fires were started and hits obtained on railways. A certain amount of indiscriminate bombing was observed in Essex and Surrey, but these particular raids do not appear to have caused much damage or casualties.
oLondon Area
Kensington: At 2100 hours IB fell on the Sunbeam-Talbot Motor Works, the offices of which were damaged by fire but production is not likely to be affected. It is reported that Warwick Road is blocked and Earls Court Railway Station closed.
Westminster: Bombs are reported near the West End Central Police Station - fires at Boyle Street and Saville Row. It is also reported that the Hungerford Bridge and Signal Box is on fire, together with St Margaret's, Westminster.
Battersea: Bombs dropped on the SR track at Broughton Street, and the line from Battersea to Clapham Junction is blocked.
Lambeth: Major damage is reported at No 10 Platform Waterloo Station, involving approximately 30 casualties.
Edmonton: IB are reported to have fallen on the West Wings of the North Middlesex and St David's Hospitals.
Ilford: At 2115 hours HE slightly damaged Plessey & Co's. There were no casualties, but effect on production is not yet ascertained.
City: Major damage at 0217 hours on the 25th was reported at Blackfriars Station, 'Times' Office, Queen Victoria Street, and Upper Thames Street.
Further bombings are reported at Hammersmith, Wood Green, Hendon, Tottenham, Wimbledon, Hornsey, Wandsworth, Richmond, Barnes, Southall and Ealing.
www.raf.mod.uk/bob1940/september24.html
Raids on London on the night of the 25th/26th don’t appear to have started until after midnight.
www.raf.mod.uk/bob1940/september25.html
There are a few papers from Arthur Beresford Cane (1864 – 1939) in the National Archive.
www.nationalarchives.gov.uk/nra/searches/subjectView.asp?...
His cases also seem to pop up in older legal textbooks.
He received his CBE in the 1920 New Years Honours List
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/User:Necrothesp/Honours_Lists/1920_...
Jessie Carter
No trace on CWGC, and no female with the surname Carter who is listed as a either a civilian or in the Army on the CWGC would seem to have been a fireman. May have been a post-war casualty.
Audrey M Fricker
Name:FRICKER, AUDREY MARIE
Age:18
Date of Death:24/01/1945
Additional information:Firewoman, N.F.S. Daughter of M. E. Fricker, of 132 Glenview, Abbey Wood, Woolwich, and of the late William George Fricker. Died at Post Office, Stockwell Street.
Reporting Authority:GREENWICH, METROPOLITAN BOROUGH
CWGC www.cwgc.org/search/casualty_details.aspx?casualty=3128920
There is a picture of the damage suffered by the post office here
postalheritage.org.uk/blog-images/69-Post118-1500.jpg/ima...
catalogue.postalheritage.org.uk/dserve/dserve.exe?dsqServ...
Sarah L L Gane
Name:GANE, SARAH LORNA LILIAN
Age:21
Date of Death:30/11/1940
Additional information:A.F.S.; of 57 Regents Park Road. Daughter of Joseph Tom and Ethel Kitty Gane. Died at 57 Regents Park Road.
Reporting Authority:SOUTHAMPTON, COUNTY BOROUGH
CWGC www.cwgc.org/search/casualty_details.aspx?casualty=3112221
Name:GANE, JOSEPH TOM
Age:57
Date of Death:30/11/1940
Additional information:of 57 Regents Park Road. Husband of Ethel Kitty Gane. Died at 57 Regents Park Road.
Reporting Authority:SOUTHAMPTON, COUNTY BOROUGH
CWGC www.cwgc.org/search/casualty_details.aspx?casualty=3112220
Name:GANE, ETHEL KITTY
Age:60
Date of Death:30/11/1940
Additional information:of 57 Regents Park Road. Wife of Joseph Tom Gane. Died at 57 Regents Park Road.
Reporting Authority:SOUTHAMPTON, COUNTY BOROUGH
CWGC: www.cwgc.org/search/casualty_details.aspx?casualty=3112219
Name:GANE, DORA GLADYS MAY
Regiment/Service:Civilian War Dead
Age:27
Date of Death:30/11/1940
Additional information:of 57 Regents Park Road. Daughter of Joseph Tom and Ethel Kitty Gane. Died at 57 Regents Park Road.
Reporting Authority:SOUTHAMPTON, COUNTY BOROUGH
CWGC: www.cwgc.org/search/casualty_details.aspx?casualty=3112218
Southampton suffered badly from large-scale air raids during World War Two. As a large port city on the south coast, it was an important strategic target for the German air force (Luftwaffe). There were fifty seven attacks in all, but nerves were frayed by over 1,500 alarms.
Of the 57 Air Raids, by far the worst were on 23rd and 30th November and 1st December and these attacks are generally referred to as Southamptonton's Blitz.
Southampton ablaze
It was a cold clear night on the 30th November when the drone of German aircraft engines were heard approaching Southampton. Raids were nothing new; people were used to the routine of seeking shelter and trying to lead as normal a life as possible. This one though was different; this raid was to level most of the city centre, kill over a hundred people and damage or destroy thousands of buildings. The approach of the enemy bombers was the start of the worst wartime weekend in Southampton with unprecedented destruction that would change the city forever.
Over 100 aeroplanes had approached high and began to dive down over the city. Just before 6pm the warning siren was sounded and minutes later the flares that bombers would use to light their targets began to land by parachute, making no sound. They lit the town making a mockery of the blackout. A local resident recalls 'Chandelier flares lit up the whole town around, just like daylight'. This allowed bombers to drop their heavy explosives, including two mines of nearly 2000 kg. These were then followed by thousands of incendiary devices, setting fire to buildings and further marking out the city for the bombers. Up to 9,000 incendiaries were dropped causing hundreds of fires.
The fire caused the most damage. There was no water to fight the blazes, reservoirs were low and water mains were cracked. The fire raged completely out of control at the bottom end of the High Street, at one point 647 fires were burning at the same time across Southampton. One man recalled the firestorm for the Southampton Oral History Team, 'It sweeps everything in front of it, it'll draw you into it if you're not careful... ...It was so hot that if you stood with your boots you could hear them sizzling with the heat from the pavements'. Despite over 2000 extra firefighters being drafted to the city, it was still burning brightly enough to light the way for the second attack a day later. German pilots reported that the glare of Southampton burning could be seen from the North of France.
www.plimsoll.org/Southampton/Southamptonatwar/southampton...
The Kelly’s Street Directory for Southampton for 1940-41, lists a Joseph Tom Gane at this address.
www.plimsoll.org/images/1940%20Streets%20Morland%20Road%2...
In the same directory for 1946, the odd numbered houses side of the Road goes from 51 to 61. I assume the 4 houses in-between were nothing more than a bomb-site.
Yvonne MD Green
Name:GREEN, YVONNE MARIE DUNBAR
Age:30
Date of Death:17/04/1941
Additional information:Driver, A.F.S. Daughter of Forbes Sutherland and Jeanne Tachereau Sutherland, of Montreal, Canada; wife of Lieut. Leonard G. Green, Canadian Army, of 34 Old Church Street. Died at Petyt Place.
Reporting Authority:CHELSEA, METROPOLITAN BOROUGH
CWGC www.cwgc.org/search/casualty_details.aspx?casualty=3126946
There are numerous references to damage to the Church and the nearby church rooms in Petyt Place during “1941”, while the nearby Royal Hospital on Kings Road was definitely bombed on the 16th April 1941.
www.athomeinnchelsea.com/cheynewalk.htm
London does not appear to have been a target for a raid on the night of the 15th/16th April 1941, but was on the night of the 16th/17th, looking at the RAF claims and losses records.
Minnie L Hallett
Name:HALLETT, MINNLE LILLIAN
Age:53
Date of Death:21/07/1944
Additional information:Firewoman, N.F.S.; W.V.S.; of 56 Morden Hall Road, Morden. Wife of Frederick Clarence Hallett. Injured at 56 Morden Hall Road; died same day at Nelson Hospital, Merton.
Reporting Authority:MERTON AND MORDEN, URBAN DISTRICT
CWGC www.cwgc.org/search/casualty_details.aspx?casualty=3150860
The first V-1 was launched at London on 13 June 1944, one week after (and prompted by) the successful Allied landing in Europe. At its peak, over a hundred V-1s a day were fired at southeast England, 9,521 in total, decreasing in number as sites were overrun until October 1944, when the last V-1 site in range of Britain was overrun by Allied forces.
Approximately 10,000 were fired at England; 2,419 reached London, killing about 6,184 people and injuring 17,981.[11] The greatest density of hits were received by Croydon, on the southeast fringe of London.
Source: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/V-1_(flying_bomb)
Meg M A S Hargrove
Name:HARGROVE, MEG MABEL AGNES STRICKLAND
Age:33
Date of Death:08/03/1941
Additional information:A.F.S. W.V.S. Daughter of Lt. Col. Bryan Cole Bartley, C.B.E., and Mrs. Bartley, of Monterey, P.O. Sandown, Johannesburg, S. Africa; wife of Frank Hargrove, of Kiama, Little Marlow Road, Marlow, Buckinghamshire. Injured at Cafe de Paris, Coventry Street; died same day at Charing Cross Hospital.
Reporting Authority:WESTMINSTER CITY
CWGC www.cwgc.org/search/casualty_details.aspx?casualty=3123160
The Times of Monday 10 March 1941 carried the news of the bombing of the Cafe de Paris that had occurred on the previous Saturday night. But you had to dig deep to find the story, and indeed to be able to relate it to the incident itself. Wartime reporting maintained a balance between news and maintaining morale, so at first glance the story (see right) seems a little confusing.
Described as 'the bright moonlight of Saturday night', the story seems almost romantic in its style, and referring to one of the biggest raids of The Blitz as 'a noisy night' seems to understate things a little. However, some deaths are referred to in the second paragraph.
It is then that the Cafe de Paris story is introduced, although masked as 'dancers and diners in a restaurant'. The only clue to the location in London is given in the song title, Oh Johnny, which many must have recognised as a favourite played by Ken Snakehips Johnson and The West Indian Orchestra. The band had a residency there, so if you knew the tune was associated with them, you could probably work out which club had been hit. The description of the aftermath, 'dust and fumes, which blackened faces and frocks' is obviously much changed from the reality of what was left, as evidenced by eye-witnesses after the war.
The idea that 'there were many wonderful escapes' again introduces an almost romantic notion of what it was like there. Needless to say, everyone pulls together and does their best to get the injured to hospital.
The final paragraph of the part that refers to the Cafe de Paris continues with the 'spririt of The Blitz'. A night club had been blown up, with over 30 dead and 80 injured, and yet 'people living nearby made tea, and passers-by contributed handkerchiefs'. The cabaret girls mentioned in the report were in their dressing room at the time, waiting to come on for their part of the show, and so were shielded from the main blast of the bomb.
The report then goes on to describe other incidents that occured the same night. By 6pm on the evening of Sunday 9 March, the London Civil Defence Regional Report showed that 159 people had been killed and 338 seriously injured in 238 incidents on the Saturday night. One of the other bombings that went unmentioned in Monday's Times was at Buckingham Palace, where the North Lodge was demolished, resulting in two fatalities.
www.swingtime.co.uk/Reviews/kenjohns/kentimes.html
www.nickelinthemachine.com/2009/09/the-cafe-de-paris-the-...
In 1939 the Café was allowed to stay open even though theatres and cinemas were closed by order. People gossiped their way through the blackout and the Café was advertised as a safe haven by Martin Poulson, the maitre d', who argued that the four solid storeys of masonry above were ample protection. This tragically proved to be untrue on March 8th 1941 when two 50K landmines came through the Rialto roof straight onto the Café dance floor. Eighty people were killed, including Ken 'Snakehips' Johnston who was performing onstage at the time and Poulson whose words had come back to haunt him. Had the bomb been dropped an hour later, the casualties would have been even higher.
www.cafedeparis.com/club/history
Fleur Lombard
Fleur Lombard QGM (1974 – 4 February 1996) was the first female firefighter to die on duty in peacetime Britain
Fleur Lombard was one of only eight women among Avon's 700 firefighters. On graduating in 1994, Lombard received the Silver Axe Award, for most outstanding recruit on her training school. On 4 February 1996, when she was 21 years old, she was fighting a supermarket fire in Staple Hill, near Bristol, when she and her partner, Robert Seaman, were caught in a flashover. She was killed as a direct result of the intense heat and her body was found just a few yards from the exit. Lombard was the first woman to die in peacetime service in Britain.
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fleur_Lombard
www.independent.co.uk/news/jail-for-killer-of-fleur-lomba...
news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/uk/73464.stm
Dorien L Pullen
Name:PULLEN, DORRIEN AISNE
Age:29
Date of Death:25/04/1944
Additional information:N.F.S.; of 30 Armadale Road. Daughter of Mr. and Mrs. E. C. H. Thair, of 62 Grove Road; wife of L.A.C. Harold James Pullen, R.A.F. Died at 30 Armadale Road.
Reporting Authority:CHICHESTER, MUNICIPAL BOROUGH
CWGC www.cwgc.org/search/casualty_details.aspx?casualty=3152523
During World War II there were 3 bombing raids on Chichester. Bombs were dropped on Basin Road in 1941, on Chapel Street and St Martins Street in 1943 and on Arndale and Green Roads in 1944.
www.localhistories.org/chichester.html
In the same raid Rosina Cox and her son Derek, aged 4, died at 34 Armadale Road, Ada Field, (aged 25) died at 41 Armadale Road, Elsie Gee (aged 28) would die at 32 Armadale Road and there is a Geoffrey Hearn recorded as dieing on the 26th.
Helen Sussman
Name:SUSSMAN, HELEN
Age:25
Date of Death:19/06/1944
Additional information:Firewoman, N.F.S.; of 12 Clydesdale Road. Daughter of Morris and Eva Sussman. Died at 12 Clydesdale Road.
Reporting Authority:KENSINGTON, METROPOLITAN BOROUGH
CWGC www.cwgc.org/search/casualty_details.aspx?casualty=3132450
Name:SUSSMAN, EVA
Age:48
Date of Death:19/06/1944
Additional information:of 12 Clydesdale Road. Daughter of the late James Harry and Gertrude Soloway, of 13 Chepstow Road, Bayswater; wife of Morris Sussman. Died at 12 Clydesdale Road.
Reporting Authority:KENSINGTON, METROPOLITAN BOROUGH
CWGC www.cwgc.org/search/casualty_details.aspx?casualty=3132449
Name:SUSSMAN, MORRIS
Age:60
Date of Death:19/06/1944
Additional information:of 12 Clydesdale Road. Husband of Eva Sussman. Died at 12 Clydesdale Road.
Reporting Authority:KENSINGTON, METROPOLITAN BOROUGH
CWGC www.cwgc.org/search/casualty_details.aspx?casualty=3132451
June 19.The first V1 to hit Notting Hill killed 20 people along Westbourne Park Road and in Clydesdale Road and Mews,
www.historytalk.org/Notting%20Hill%20History%20Timeline/t...
Dolcie I A Taylor
Name:TAYLOR, DOLCIE ENID AMY
Age:33
Date of Death:23/11/1940
Additional information:A.F.S. Telephonist; of Bursay, West End Road, West End. Daughter of J. H. Carter, and of Amy Dawkins Carter. Died at Bursay, West End Road.
Reporting Authority:WINCHESTER, RURAL DISTRICT
CWGC www.cwgc.org/search/casualty_details.aspx?casualty=3113022
Name:CARTER, AMY DAWKINS
Age:69
Date of Death:23/11/1940
Additional information:of Bursay, West End Road, West End. Wife of J. H. Carter. Died at Bursay, West End Road.
Reporting Authority:WINCHESTER, RURAL DISTRICT
CWGC www.cwgc.org/search/casualty_details.aspx?casualty=3113000
Name:CARTER, WINIFRED EMMA DAWKINS
Age:38
Date of Death:23/11/1940
Additional information:of Bursay, West End Road, West End. Daughter of J. H. Carter, and of Amy Dawkins Carter. Died at Bursay, West End Road.
Reporting Authority:WINCHESTER, RURAL DISTRICT
CWGC: www.cwgc.org/search/casualty_details.aspx?casualty=3113002
Other casualties at West End on this day include David Stephens, aged 2, of 12, Shales Flats, and Jane Ware, aged 77, of Westwood, West End Road.
See Sarah Gane above for details of the Southampton Blitz. Southampton suffered particularly heavy raids on the 23rd and 30th November 1940. The village of West End, to the NE of Southampton may well have suffered as a result.
Evelyn Torr
Name:TORR, EVELYN
Age:43
Date of Death:12/08/1943
Additional information:Firewoman, N.F.S.; of 24 Craigmore Avenue, Stoke. Daughter of Mary Torr, and of James Torr. Died at 24 Craigmore Avenue.
Reporting Authority:PLYMOUTH, COUNTY BOROUGH
CWGC www.cwgc.org/search/casualty_details.aspx?casualty=3103029
Name:TORR, JAMES
Age:70
Date of Death:12/08/1943
Additional information:of 24 Craigmore Avenue, Stoke. Husband of Mary Torr. Died at 24 Craigmore Avenue.
Reporting Authority:PLYMOUTH, COUNTY BOROUGH
CWGC www.cwgc.org/search/casualty_details.aspx?casualty=3103030
Nothing seems to be reported in the mains records – RAF command, or local history sites. Other casualties include
Leonard Davey aged 46.
Firewatcher; of 17 Melville Road, Stoke. Son of Henry and Emma Davey, of 16 Hanover Road, Laira. Injured at Union Street; died same day at Prince of Wales Hospital, Greenbank.
www.cwgc.org/search/casualty_details.aspx?casualty=3102309
Arthur Dent aged 42
Fireman, N.F.S. Son of Arthur Richard and Minnie Louisa Dent, of 18 Selborne Avenue, Manor Park, London. Died at 104 Hotspur Terrace, North Road.
CWGC www.cwgc.org/search/casualty_details.aspx?casualty=3102339
Beryl Dibley (aged 14) and Patricia Dibley (aged 3) who died at 100 North Road
Thomas Donovan who died at 21 Portland Villas
Elsie Hancock, (aged 43) died at Welbeck Avenue
Kate Hancock , (aged 73) died at 31 Welbeck Avenue
Frederick Harris, (aged 49), died at 37 Glenmore Avenue, Stoke
Marjorie Harris, (aged 38), died at 31 Welbeck Avenue
Cyril Joy, (aged 44) and his wife Sarah (aged 37) who died at 17 Melville Road
William Joy, (aged 46) who died at 104 Hotspur Terrace
George Kellond, (age 69) who died at 102 Hotspur Terrace
Charlotte Langdon, (aged 77) who died at James Street
Edith Ley, (aged 55) who died at 8 Ryder Road
Gladys Maxwell, (aged 29) and her sons Roger, (aged 3) and Paul, (aged 18 months) who died at 1, Victoria Lane
Blanche Morrell who was injured at 25 Craigmore Avenue, Stoke on the 12th and subsequently died of her injuries on the 14th
Sidney Murrin (aged 65), died at Millbay Station
Jean Sanders, (aged 12) died at 35 Welbeck Avenue
Beatrice Sayer, (aged 57) and her brother Thomas, (aged 64), died at 28 James Street
Elizabeth Shute, (aged 73) injured at 35 Welbeck Avenue on the 12th and succumced to their effects on the 24th.
George Thomas (aged 41)
Fireman, N.F.S. Son of Harriet Grace Thomas, of 7 Fairfield Road, Ongar, Essex, and of the late Edmund Haviland Thomas. Died at 104 North Road.
www.cwgc.org/search/casualty_details.aspx?casualty=3103016
George Tucker, (aged 57) who died at 38 Glenmore Avenue, Stoke
Ernest Watts, (aged 34) who died at 104 Hotspur Road
Louisa Williams, (aged 64) who died at 26 Craigmore Avenue
A photograph of two Plymouth firewomen can be seen here
www.devonheritage.org/Places/Plymouth/Plymouth5JtoL.htm
Dorothy S Watson
Name:WATSON, DOROTHY SMITH
Age:39
Date of Death:30/06/1944
Additional information:N.F.S. Daughter of Elizabeth Catherine Watson, of 385 Brompton Road, Bexley Heath, Kent, and of the late Frederick Watson. Injured at Connaught House, Aldwych; died same day at Hospital for Sick Children, Great Ormond Street.
Reporting Authority:HOLBORN, METROPOLITAN BOROUGH
CWGC www.cwgc.org/search/casualty_details.aspx?casualty=3131109
The V-1 fell in the middle of the street between Bush House and Adastral House, the home of the Air Ministry, at 2:07 p.m., making a direct hit on one of the city’s main loci of power, the site of the Aldwych holy well, directly on the London ley line.
Brilliant blue skies turned to grey fog and darkness.
The device exploded some 40 yards east of the junction of Aldwych and Kingsway, about 40 feet from the Air Ministry offices opposite the east wing of Bush House.
The Air Ministry’s 10-foot-tall blast walls, made of 18-inch-thick brick, disintegrated immediately, deflecting the force of the explosion up and down the street. Hundreds of panes of glass shattered, blowing razor-sharp splinters through the air. The Air Ministry women watching at the windows were sucked out of Adastral House by the vacuum and dashed to death on the street below. Men and women queuing outside the Post Office were torn to pieces. Shrapnel peppered the facades of Bush House and the Air Ministry like bullets.
When the counting was done, about fifty people were killed, 400 seriously wounded, another 200 lightly injured.
secretfire.wordpress.com/the-aldwych-v-1-blast-june-30-1944/
www.westendatwar.org.uk/page_id__10_path__0p2p.aspx
www.bbc.co.uk/ww2peopleswar/stories/32/a7019732.shtml
Joan E B Wilson
Name:WILSON, JOAN EMMA BESSIE
Age:24
Date of Death:08/03/1941
Additional information:Women's Auxiliary Fire Service; Daughter of Mrs. M. Wilson, of 8 Northcourt Avenue, Reading, Berkshire. Died at Cafe de Paris, Coventry Street.
Reporting Authority:WESTMINSTER CITY
CWGC www.cwgc.org/search/casualty_details.aspx?casualty=3123851
See Meg Hargrove above for more details on this incident.
Not on the memorial, but on one of the site listed above Alice Jessica Gifford, aged 21 is recorded as a Firewoman in the NFS.
www.devonheritage.org/Places/Plymouth/Plymouth5GtoI.htm
However CWGC database lists her as a civilian.
Name:GIFFORD, ALICE JESSICA
Date of Death:03/07/1944
Additional information:at Plymouth.
Reporting Authority:PLYMOUTH, COUNTY BOROUGH
CWGC www.cwgc.org/search/casualty_details.aspx?casualty=3102436
=) actually I don't. Can you guess that I got this magnet and moo card from the hilarious and talented Kelley?
We did not really work with the postal service to get our mail on the same day but they arrived on the same day! Thanks, gurl!
Actually if I'm being honest I'm pretty bummed about seeing the most amazing sunrise at Kiwanda on Sunday and not being able to find a comp. Everything was perfect, the colors the wave action and I just kept running back and forth while it all happened :( Oh well, killer conditions happen all the time right?!?!?!?!? Happy Tuesday ya'all.
Actually I wanted to take some photos of a cup filled with nice, hot tea. But honestly the photos without tea turned out much cooler… so here is my tea photo without tea. Enjoy :)
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Kim actually took a day off from work! We were up early and went out to the Ojito Wilderness near San Ysidro. We were there by 0800 under a low ceiling of cloud and wildfire haze. The haze wasn't as bad there as it was in ABQ.
We had a great time walking around and ran into this fellow on one of the rocks. He had lots to tell us, when he'd stop dancing, but mostly it had to do with events in the Jurassic.
We didn't listen to him when he advised going back to US 550 the way we had come in. After all, his info is a bit dated.
We continued on the dirt road after leaving the parking area. Two hours later after traveling across pretty heavily unmaintained roads, and having to turn back one time not being able to cross the Rio Puerco in our non-amphibious vehicle and finding another road, we made it back to US 550 about half way to Cuba (NM not the island).
Kim thought it was marvelous, being away from work and not having to wear a mask. She wears one all day long in the OR.
Tomorrow we might go up to Fenton Lake and come back by way of Bandelier.
Actually it is a light post illuminating on the point at Royal Military College reflecting into the waters of Lake Ontario.
It reminded me of what you would see on a really bad Sci Fi B Movie of how the aliens would transport poor unknowing people up to their craft to take them on an intergalactic journey.
I think I'm tired if I see this.... :-) Tell me what you see!
Nite all :-)
Actually, everyone should at least have access to clean drinking water. Unfortunately we are still a long way from that!
Anyway, have a happy Macro Monday and a great week!
I was actually waiting patiently to capture a shot with no people.
They would come in waves and just as I thought I’d capture a simple path shot, a new wave would stroll in.
I’d pretty much given up until I noticed this young girl taking pictures with her tablet. I thought to myself ”hmm that might make a good picture if she does it again”. As luck would have it, she keenly snapped one more shot on her tablet just as i was hitting the shutter.
It’s great so see young people take an interest in photography. If she’s lucky maybe Santa will upgrade her camera for Christmas.
Thanks for looking
Gavin Hardcastle
P.S. I pasted in the girl from a shot taken 60 seconds earlier when she was about 30 ft higher up the trail. Same light, same moment, just a simpler comp.
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The front gates are actually fixed allowing only a narrow passage giving room for only one person at a time to pass though the gates. I have heard two different explanations for these very usual gates.
One suggests that when Osgoode Hall was built there was open pasture land nearby and the gates were intended to preclude cows wandering onto the grounds.
The second which is the one I lean towards is that it would make it very difficult for a mob to access the grounds. Layers were deeply in politics of the time and latter was a decidedly unruly affair with violent behaviour not unknown.
Actually, not really THAT seedy
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This is reshoot of this picture
www.flickr.com/photos/jimfrazier/23317230/ from 2005. Slightly different perspective.
There will probably be another attempt on a day when there are absolutely no cars. This was on a Sunday morning and there was still a van out of the frame. Maybe Christmas or Easter?
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Well actually it's the Pink Moon, but then again it's not to Pink either :) It's the first of two Super Moons of 2021 !, the second one will be on May 26th, the Flower Moon but this year it will be know as the Blood Moon for it will be an Eclipse for some. Hope you get to see it :)
Remembering the Marcels
Remembering Nick Drake R.I.P.
Remembering Florence Nightingale R.I.P. Happy Birthday May 12
Wishing Comfort and Hope for those afflicted with ME/CFS
In Search of Spring Beauties in the Blue Ridge Mountains of Virginia,
Remembering Jason Mraz
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I actually had (still have) another shot for PaD and already thought up a blurb for it and all, and than I had this one of Charlie staring at me like "what? you gonna post this other one? really? you kidding right?" and I was like "hmmm, I've prepared the blurb and all for the other one" and Charlie was like "you are not serious are you?" and I was like "hmmm, I think I am, I kinda like the other one and the blurb is good" and Charlie was like "I am not saying anything, you wanna post the other one knock yourself out" and kept staring ...
ok Charles , you win, the other one can wait
This image actually started out with a vintage photo, an antique piece of jewelry, and this lace trim. Like all photographers, I had a vision and was very excited to see how it turned out. However, along the way I discovered that the lace, alone on the French text and in the light from my window, made a softer and prettier shot than my imagined arrangement.
Several of my images have been “detours” from the original. My bowl of roses was an idea that came about while photographing my china cabinet. My Tattered in White started as a sit down picture on a new wooden chair I had purchased. So many of my photographs were simply the result of looking around and grabbing something new to try in the arrangement I was working on at the time.
That’s one of the things I love about photography. Each session can be like a road trip without a map. If you’re willing to take a few detours, you might just like where you end up better than where you were going.
Lighted texture (just enough to warm the image up) by www.flickr.com/photos/playingwithpsp/3772267203/in/set-72...
Actually this magnificent male lion was keeping an eye on the vultures that were circling overhead. He was worried they would eat his kill which lay at the bottom of the kopje he was resting on. Did he manage to keep them away? See tomorrow's posting for the next thrilling instalment.
Actually its the cows drinking water but he likes to cool off. Tilly is in the background wanting to join him!!!
I actually remembered it was Friday! I love California Quail, but it is hard to get a picture of them standing still....sorry for the blur. Would be fun to see a race between them and a roadrunner....beep, beep. This couple was seen at the Railroad Bridge Audubon Center in Sequim, WA., where they live, on both sides of the fence, with seemingly hundreds of their friends.
No, actually I do...sometimes. But not today. I am not sure if this one qualifies for Sliders Sunday as - believe it or not - I didn't do any sliding here. But I take credit for choosing iPhone camera application which produced the most outrageous result. I spent 30 minutes on my deck shooting into the sun and trying different iPhone apps and filters until I got this effect. You can see another, more sane version, in the comments, but I really liked this one...it is soooo over the top! HSS everyone!
Taken with an iPhone.
Actually more like a Potterton kitchen, glorious light streaming in played along the leaves of one in out kitchen, distracting me from making coffee.
The poinsettia Euphorbia pulcherrima is a commercially important flowering plant species of the diverse spurge family Euphorbiaceae. Indigenous to Mexico and Central America, the poinsettia was first described by Europeans in 1834. It is particularly well known for its red and green foliage and is widely used in Christmas floral displays. It derives its common English name from Joel Roberts Poinsett, the first United States minister to Mexico, who is credited with introducing the plant to the US in the 1820s. Poinsettias are shrubs or small trees, with heights of 0.6 to 4 m. Though often stated to be highly toxic, the poinsettia is not dangerous to pets or children. Exposure to the plant, even consumption, most often results in no effect, though it can cause nausea, vomiting, or diarrhea. en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Poinsettia#Description
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