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Affects us all ...
too many bodies lay in the street ...
too many hungry mouths that have the right to feed ...
Affectation insolite, normalement assurée en MAN Lion’s City A21 GNV, ce jour là un vaillant GX 217 GNV est venu prêter main forte.
Modèle : Heuliez GX 217 GNV
Numéro de parc : 2133
Immatriculation : DG-912-JH
Exploitant : Keolis Bordeaux Métropole
Réseau : Transport Bordeaux Métropole
Ligne : 29
Destination : BLANQUEFORT Caychac
Lieu : BORDEAUX Quinconces
Infos complémentaires : Véhicule désormais réformé
Harry: *Deep breaths...*
Trevor: *It’s still like a couple days away to get there! I mean, I already figured out how it takes for us....*
Harry: *I know it’s tough, we can make it. If the weather changes affect the trip.*
Trevor: *There! We can stay overnight.*
Harry: *I surely hope I have enough money for that....*
It’s about another couple of hours since we escaped from the city, and took a random vehicle into the desert. Maybe the camels weren’t available, even if there’s an advanced, mechanical one (the 24th century we live in, of course). I managed to find a overnight desert camp after trekking for another 4k, as I paid our one night rent in some tents for the two of us. The receptionist was somehow pleased—I had a backup mask for Trevor, as he commented how we looked good as father and son. Heh.
After offered a great meal, it’s already inching towards late night—getting more colder as the temperature is dropping. Sleeping bags and blankets are provided as I keep my weapons and gadgets in check if there is an attack. Eventually, it turns midnight as Trevor reads a book (more advanced than iPads) to himself.
Harry: *Getting late kid. Shouldn’t you get some sleep?*
Trevor: *But....I’m not tired.*
Harry: *You uh....want me to read you a story?*
Trevor: *Sure....how about you tell me yours, Harry? I find you very interesting, especially that mask, I like it a lot. Where did you get it from?*
Harry: *Me? Nah, I’m not—*
Trevor: *Please?*
Harry: *Ok, ok, alright. So apparently, I shouldn’t be telling you this, because I’m a secret agent. And....I work for a very, very secretive group, good one of course.*
Trevor: *Ooh.*
Harry: *And I’m one of the members of this team within the agency, we are dubbed the Avalon Squad. Just like age old tales of Arthurian times, the island. It means apples, haha, but not exactly because according to the legend that’s where heroes are taken to after death.”
Trevor: *Wow, that is so cool!*
Harry: *Yeah I guess. Wait, did they never teach you these in school?*
Trevor: *Yeah, no....I mean my parents sent me to this facility when I was young. They died right after I was there, I can confirm it, from a car accident. They didn’t like me for what I was because I was too smart—and I had to be repressed, being looked down and humiliated at by people before I was taken. So I eventually got together like the other kids, we learn, live, eat and sleep there. We don’t get too much entertainment, but they said they were gonna train us when we grow up. Life was harsh and people were cruel as well, especially some of the instructors and students.*
Harry: *Huh, that’s....quite sickening.*
Trevor: *But the good thing is—they took us around the world, that’s a privilege you get to travel. I thought there were no other facilities, but it turns out I’m not the only one around....I’m scared....and now they’re going after my brain because they choose random cadets for their powers to be harvested....*
Harry: “Ho-lee shit.” *I guess you managed to make it out when my not-so-good team rescued you.*
Trevor: *Yup.*
Harry: *Just as I thought. You’re important now...but you risk being an asset to lose because you’re a bait as well.*
Trevor: *Mhmm. So, can we get back to your story?*
Harry: *Sure. So where did we leave off...yup, my mask. I didn’t have the greatest childhood ever like you. I went through harsh times, raised in Greece and Canada, went through being brainwashed and torture and lots of terrible stuff. I mean, they triggered my abilities as well, like you from a certain age. To become invisible. That made me the ultimate assassin in various teams. On my unintended last one, I burnt horribly....bad. I left and went to a black market to be fixed, crawling there...it’s really painful, no joke. Then he referred me to this guy, Doctor Edens. I can show him and the rest later. So I guess how I ended up with the team.*
As we entered another hour of talking, I was beginning to be much more acquainted with Trevor. It was late at midnight as we still traded stories. Finally, he asked me to take off my mask. As I revealed my disfigured face, he didn’t scream. He simply showed smiles and hugged me, much to my surprise.
Trevor: *Harry, you’re not ugly at all. You’re beautiful. I think you're just cool like that. Even your mask is amazing and it often covers who you are, but you shouldn't be afraid to show it off.*
Harry: *Well uh....thanks kiddo. If I didn’t become an assassin, I would have been a social worker, a chef...maybe a good regular job, which is pretty ironic because of my status like that....but it'll never happen.*
Trevor: *But would you give up on your dreams like that?*
Harry: *Probably not. I bet you'd be a great genius when you grow older. Now, it’s really late and we should sleep.*
***
The next morning was probably good. I woke up with a daze, looking out to the horizon, the aura of the sunshine. I grinned at Trevor, who was still sleeping soundly. Around 10:30 or so, we had our breakfast and packed our backs and started to leave for checkout.
When we exited the tent, there was no one around. My instincts told me it was weird once again. I tried to phone my team to “co-operate”, but with no response. The receptionist gave me a creepy smile. Not again. It seems like I always have a habit of being followed, being spared the previous night must have been a gift, or better, not getting food poisoning at dinner.
And a woman stepped forward. I realised it was North’s niece. Carla Michaels.
“Hello, Ghostforge. I see you have enjoyed the company of our hospitality.”
“What do you want, Carla?”
“You know what I want.”
“So bring it.”
“And, Carla Michaels isn’t my real name. It’s an alias. I’ve slaughtered a few guests already since they were unwilling to work with us, and the rest is gone, free. Unless you want to hand over what belongs to us rightfully.”
“Not a chance. Your uncle won’t get what he ever wants. Never.”
“Well, just too bad. Boys, kill him, and bring me the child.”
Oh crap. Guess that’s when the desert dries quick. I grab my rifle and spray a couple of them down. Two minutes with a quickshot and I already have five killed. I take Trevor’s hand and run through the other tents. I witness a grenade being thrown onto our direction, scaring out some of the other incoming tourists (one must have believed this would be a live stunt show performance). Two more get thrown again. We take cover behind some trees, but I’m not too lucky as my right arm is somewhat burnt. Blood streams down me as I quickly grab a bandage from my bag and patch myself up.
Nearby I hear “Carla Michaels” to keep searching for us in this mess again. Really for the second fucking time. I’m pissed. I spot another nearby car, signaling Trevor to activate the car with my gestures, as his body quickly adapts to speed. I get in the driver’s seat quickly. Gee, this thing has much harness and with plasma in it. It’s a fast one and I like it. I quickly grab my pistol and shoot at the mini statue, which falls on some of the Spectres. “Carla Michaels” attempts to give chase but fails. We ride away as quickly as we can....
Trevor: *That was exciting!*
Harry: *Yeah yeah, another day of worthless fighting....honestly I would rather have some rest alone, maybe you’re an exception kid.*
Trevor: *Wait!*
Harry: *What?*
Trevor: *I somewhat know where my friends are....in that facility. And I have a bad feeling about them?*
Harry: *So your powers are kicking in then huh? Great, so where are they?*
Trevor: *There’s an invisible building near the airport....and they even have goddamn big base down there. But....only you can detect it, Harry.*
Triple shit again this time. Now I’ve gotta go fucking clean up this mess and rescue the kids. With a person having a dubious alias aka “Carla Michaels” hot on my trail.....
Thanks to the affects of a nor'easter that passed through the area the night before passengers of a freshly arrived train from Montclair have an extra long walk into the depot on this cold and rainy January morning. The unusually high tide waters of the Hudson River flooded most of the tracks in the 110-year old Hoboken Terminal causing some complications with the morning commute. There are four trains pictured in this photo and all of them are holding back at least two cars from the bumping blocks to avoid drowning sensitive cab signal electronics mounted below the cars. Just another rainy day on the Hudson in Hoboken.
NJT 1606, NJT 1148, NJT 204, NJT 404 @ Hoboken Terminal, Hoboken, NJ
NJTR Comet V 6039
NJTR Comet V 6043
NJTR Multilevel 7030
NJTR Arrow III 1385
Fireworks affect achieved by adjusting the focus (out of focus to in focus) during an exposure of a fireworks display in Sausalito, California
I do NOT recommend messing with focus until near the end of the fireworks show (or do it with a second camera) because once you are OUT of focus, it's hard to get back IN focus.
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Rovingian Monks - Nomad Monks - Spiritual Equality and Affective Freedom by Daniel Arrhakis (2025)
Rovingian Monks - Nomad Monks - Spiritual Equality and Emotional Freedom
In the Rovingian Council, the nomad monks—both women and men—attain complete spiritual equality and hold identical status within the communal hierarchy. Because their lifestyle is inherently nomadic, they do not adhere to fixed monastic rules.
Key aspects of their tradition include:
Equal Path and Collaborative Quests : Women follow the same spiritual journeys and quests as their male counterparts, with no restrictions on their individual pursuits.
Freedom of Movement: They are free to accompany male monks on quests, fostering a culture of shared experience and mutual support.
Affective Bonds: : Unlike many ascetic traditions, members are free to form emotional and romantic pairings. There is no discrimination based on sexual orientation; all bonds are treated with equal validity. Mutual respect and lifelong relationships are valued.
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Monges Rovingianos - Monges Nómadas - Igualdade Espiritual e Liberdade Emocional
No Conselho Rovingiano, os monges nómadas — tanto mulheres como homens — alcançam a completa igualdade espiritual e possuem um estatuto idêntico dentro da hierarquia comunitária. Como o seu estilo de vida é inerentemente nómada, não seguem regras monásticas fixas.
Os aspetos-chave da sua tradição incluem:
Caminho Igualitário e Missões Colaborativas: As mulheres seguem as mesmas jornadas e missões espirituais que os seus pares masculinos, sem restrições às suas buscas individuais.
Liberdade de Movimento: São livres de acompanhar monges masculinos em missões, fomentando uma cultura de experiência partilhada e de apoio mútuo.
Laços Afetivos: Ao contrário de muitas tradições ascéticas, os membros são livres de formar pares emocionais e românticos. Não há discriminação com base na orientação sexual; todos os laços são tratados com igual validade. O respeito mútuo e as relações duradouras são valorizados.
24/7 live-in maid sissy barbie in the servant's quarters wearing an oh so sissy baby pink satin uniform trimmed with white satin and lace. The details of the uniform were designed by Mistress Lady Penelope who sissy barbie is proud to serve.
She fantasised about being a maid for years before 2011 when she submitted to Mistress Lady Penelope for maid training. Mistress had been expertly training sissy maids for many years before that. Mistress expertly moulded her and graciously gave her the name Sissy Barbie for which Barbie is truly grateful. She feels it is a huge honour to be named after Mistress' favourite doll and for Mistress to choose what she is to wear just as Mistress did as a girl for her plastic dolly.
At the very first maid training session, Barbie learned to love humiliation much to her surprise. Barbie also learned to love her Mistress and it to make pleasing her Mistress her highest priority, to put serving her Mistress at the centre of her existence, the thing which gives her life meaning.
The devotion of a maid to her Mistress is a one way thing, the maid expects nothing in return, her only pleasure is vicarious, either for the pleasure Mistress gets from Barbie's service or when Mistress chooses to relate her successes and pleasure she has felt when away from Barbie.
Barbie knows she has been manipulated into feeling the way she does, she adores being controlled, her submissive feelings are wonderful to her, she is truly humble, respectful and obedient and when she does wrong she accepts her punishment in the knowledge that it is given to make her a better maid.
sissy barbie feels it was a great honour to be allowed to become Mistress Lady Penelope's 24/7 live-in maid. It is her dream come true.
sissy barbie adores being controlled, everything she wears was designed or chosen by Mistress Lady Penelope, she was taught how to apply her make-up by Mistress Lady Penelope, she stands the way she has been trained to, she smiles as she has been trained to, she dust the way she has been trained to, the lamp she dusts was chosen by her Mistress. Where she lives belongs to Mistress Lady Penelope. There is almost nothing left of the person who submitted to Mistress Lady Penelope all those years ago and that is wonderful.
sissy barbie hates punishment but accepts it is Mistress Lady Penelope's right to discipline her whenever Mistress decides to do so. Being dressed as a female, especially as a lowly maid, does affect her thinking, making her feel more submissive. Being locked in a maid uniform and a chastity belt makes her humble, totally lacking masculinity. Her enforced feminity is governed by Mistress Lady Penelope who's authority lies in the custody of the keys to the locks.
If you are interested in maid training, look at Mistress Lady Penelope's excellent free web site
You can make an appointment with Mistress Lady Penelope by calling 07970183024
Hi folks, been while. I've been all over the place and working like a dog!, on top of that the economic situation continues to affect the industry I work for, but, there's always a nice landscape scene to view and admire the hand of The Creator, I love landscape photography!..
This was a foggy morning taken somewhere along a nice scenic highway in Florida, north of Miami.
I took this one a few months ago with a friend who knows Florida up and down left and right and all over the place, Florida is beautiful, and, while, yes, there are many beautiful places in this great country, Florida is beautiful! and it is a great state to photograph.
I hope everyone has been doing great. This is a single file processed in Lr4 and CS6 (love them both)
As always, I'd like to thanks you for visiting and looking, I appreciate your comments and critiques.
Have a nice week ahead.
The bane of every commuter's life.
Engineering work on the platform at Southall Station this weekend in preparation for Crossrail. Taken with my iPhone.
Or strange effect depending on your perspective. The humidity in here was crazy and all my images are soft due to fogging. Taken at the Old Edwards Inn in Highland North Carolina.
A desigualdade social e a pobreza são problemas sociais que afetam a maioria dos países na atualidade. A pobreza existe em todos os países, pobres ou ricos, mas a desigualdade social é um fenômeno que ocorre principalmente em países não desenvolvidos.
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Social inequality and poverty are social problems that affect most countries today. Poverty exists in all countries, rich or poor, but social inequality is a phenomenon that occurs mainly in undeveloped countries.
Gravity affects everything we do on Earth but we know surprisingly little about how it works and how it affects life. Until recently scientists had no way of experimenting without gravity to understand what life would be like without it.
Research in space or with facilities on Earth that recreate aspects of space bring knowledge, discoveries and improvements to our daily life and further our exploration of the Solar System.
ESA offers many platforms for conducting experiments across the whole spectrum of scientific disciplines. You can run an experiment in a sounding rocket, drop towers, centrifuges, Antarctica and even the International Space Station.
From the moment an experiment is let go at the top of a drop tower until it hits the padded ground beneath, the experiment is free of the influences of gravity. These short bouts of microgravity are open to scientists from all over the world and offer an economical alternative to spaceflight that can be used at any time of the year.
Proposals for experiments are always welcome and can be submitted via the research announcement page
Credits: ESA
Affect
The painterly effect creates a tranquil feeling. An element of visual interest blooms from the smooth textures of the smudged areas contrasting the crisp details of the flowers and leaves in the foreground. It indicates the subtle perspective of the scene. The natural colour scheme enhances a feeling of serenity.
Perhaps the deep, cold water affects the air, or maybe it's the fact that there is land just over the horizon... Whatever the reason, it seems that sunrises viewed from the Bruce Peninsula have an extra intensity about them. Mirages are frequent, with islands and trees appearing convincingly in a narrow band on the horizon. The closest land, however, is about 65 kilometres away.
Charleroi, gare du Sud
Affectation originale, un dimanche de novembre, d'un chauffeur de réserve du dépôt de Jumet sur la ligne 19 du dépôt de Genson, le tout avec un nouveau Volvo 7900 S-Charge Hybride, qui sera destiné plus tard (normalement) au dépôt de Nalinnes.
© Corentin Rouyer / Transports Belgique
How Music Affects the Brain bebrainfit.com/music-brain/
The Chemistry of Music an the Brain prezi.com/k0jlkpkcqnkt/the-chemistry-of-music-and-the-brain/
Ways that Music Affects your Brain and Mood www.consciouslifestylemag.com/music-and-the-brain-affects...
Knowing Neurons knowingneurons.com/2017/07/12/music/
The Effect of Music on the Production of Neurotransmitters pdf. pdfs.semanticscholar.org/4bfe/35f957b10959f9c9fb063ba0453...
the-impact-of-music-on-neurochemistry www.audiocura.com/the-impact-of-music-on-neurochemistry/
Modèle / Model : Renault Kangoo II
Affectation / Assignment : Gendarmerie Nationale, Gendarmerie Départementale / National Gendarmerie, Departmental Gendarmerie
Fonction / Function : Véhicule léger multi-usage / Multi-use light vehicle
Mise en service / Commissioning : Août 2009 / August 2009
Équipementier / Maker : Gruau
Événement / Event : Tour de France 2018, étape 8 / Tour de France 2018, stage 8
Age shouldn't affect you. It's just like the size of your shoes - they don't determine how you live your life! You're either marvellous or you're boring, regardless of your age. - Steven Morrissey
I love wearing sneakers as my footware of choice. I'd rather walk around freely wearing them, going about tough terrain or odd angular hills and not have to worry about my feet or back hurting in heels. I am an avid walker so a good pair of sneakers that are fit to your stylish needs and life-style are a must-have. I am such an odd girl sometimes...I wonder if I will grow out of this phase and become a girly-girl one day. I've been pressured from many ends such as family and friends. It doesn't seem becoming of me. I like wearing what reflects my personality and taste and my taste resides on another side of the spectrum it seems. I am more attracted to styles from the past, realism and odd eccentricities. Just because I don't dress in a posh manner doesn't mean I'm not a girl. And on special occasions I do indulge on my feminine side a bit more. It's all a balance. I find that sort of posh style a wall to one's personality and comfort, but I can understand that it is an actual reflection of some people's personality.
Likewise, I don't think I'll grow out of it too soon, this has been a lifetime in the making. It doesn't matter how old I am much like it doesn't matter what my shoe age is. I think I'll forever be a hippy.
[AFFECTATION INSOLITE] l'un des deux Gx 137L de la SETRA en HLP après un trajet sur la ligne 23 précédemment effectué
Appareil photo : Canon 4000D + 18 55mm Objectif
Affectation insolite d'une Citadis 2 sur la ligne B, vu ici à Montagne Verte en direction d'Hoenheim.
Our visit to Dead Horse Point in November 2012 was interrupted by repeated thunderstorms, mixed with snow flurries. The affect was dramatic skies and we captured some excellent memories.
Flickr Explore Sunday 11th January 2009 #226
Another experimental shot.
Using Fractalius and my (very) limited Photoshop skills, I wanted to do something with this shot where I could run the picture through Fractalius but not affect the swans as I wanted to keep their original detail.
Therefore, each of the swans were removed from the original layer and dropped into their own and then the conversion in Fractalius done on the remaining layer detail, after that the swans were added back.
It could be improved drastically if I knew what I was doing more lol....I hope some of you like it...it looks better large.
The days drag and the weeks fly by.
It has been a grim week at work, and yet the weekend is here once again.
The cold snap is still here; thick frosts and icy patches, but Sunday afternoon storms will sweep in from the west and temperatures will soar by day to 13 degrees.
But for now it is cold, and colder at nights, the wood burner makes the living room toasty warm, though the rest of the house seems like a fridge in comparison.
Even though we went to bed at nine, we slept to nearly half seven, which meant we were already later than usual going to Tesco.
We had a coffee first, then got dressed and went out into the winter wonderland.
Tesco was more crowded mainly because we were an hour later. There were no crackers for cheese, a whole aisle empty of cream crackers and butter wafers.
There is only so much food you can eat even over Christmas, so the cracker-shortage won't affect us, we have two Dundee cakes, filling for two lots of mince pies and pastry for five lots of sausage rolls.
We won't starve.
We buy another bag of stuff for the food bank, try to get two weeks of stuff so we wont need to go next weekend, just to a farm shop for vegetables, and the butcher for the Christmas order, though on the 25th we are going out for dinner to the Lantern.
Back home for fruit, then bacon butties and another huge brew. Yes, smoked bacon is again in short supply, with just the basic streaky smoked available, but we're not fussy, so that does the trick.
Also, Jools picked up her inhalers for her cough, and so, we hope, the road to recovery begins.
What to do with the day?
Although a walk would have been good, Jools can do no more than ten minutes in freezing conditions before a coughing fits starts, so a couple of churches to revisit and take more shots of.
First on the list was St Leonard in Upper Deal. A church I have only have been inside once. As it was just half ten, there should have been a chance it was open, but no. We parked up and I walked over the road to try the porch door, but it was locked.
No worries, as the next two would certainly be open.
Just up the road towards Canterbury is Ash.
Ash is a large village that the main roads now bypass its narrow streets, and buses call not so frequently.
The church towers over the village, its spire piercing the grey sky. We park beside the old curry hours than burned down a decade ago, is now a house and no sign of damage.
indeed the church was open, though the porch door was closed, it opened with use of the latch, and the inner glass door swung inwards, revealing an interior I had forgotten about, rich Victorian glass let in the weak sunlight, allowing me to take detailed shots. It was far better and more enjoyable than I remembered.
Once I took 200 or so shots, we went back to the car, drove back to the main road, and on to Wingham, where the church there, a twin of Wingham, would also be open too.
And it was.
The wardens were just finishing trimming the church up, and putting out new flowers, it was a bustle of activity, then one by one they left.
got my shots, and we left, back to the car and to home, though we did stop at he farm shop at Aylsham, and all we wanted was some sweet peppers for hash.
We went in and there was the bakery: I bought two sausage rolls, four small pork pies and two Cajun flavours scotch eggs. We got cider, beer, healthy snacks (we told ourselves) and finally found the peppers.
Three peppers cost £50!
Then back home, along the A2.
And arriving back home at one. We feasted on the scotch eggs and two of the pork pies.
Yummy.
There was the third place play off game to watch on the tellybox, the Football league to follow on the radio. We lit the woodburner and it was soon toasty warm.
At half five, Norwich kicked off, and hopes were high as Blackburn had not beaten us in over a decade.
And, yes you guessed it, Norwich lost. Played poorly, and in Dad's words, were lucky to get nil.
Oh dear.
Oh dear indeed.
We have Christmas cake for supper, and apart from the football, as was well with the world.
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A large and impressive church of mainly thirteenth century date over restored in 1847 by the irrepressible William Butterfield. The scale of the interior is amazing - particularly in the tower crossing arches which support the enormous spire. They are an obvious insertion into an earlier structure. The best furnishing at Ash is the eighteenth century font which stands on an inscribed base. For the visitor interested in memorials, Ash ahs more than most ranging from the fourteenth century effigy of a knight to two excellent alabaster memorials to Sir Thomas Harfleet (d 1612) and Christopher Toldervy (d 1618). Mrs Toldervy appears twice in the church for she accompanies her husband on his memorial and may also be seen as a `weeper` on her parents` memorial! On that she is one of two survivors of what was once a group of seven daughters - all her weeping brothers have long since disappeared.
www.kentchurches.info/church.asp?p=Ash+2
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ASH
LIES adjoining to the last-described parish of Staple northward. It is written in Domesday, Ece, and in other antient records, Aisse, and is usually called Ash, near Sandwich, to distinguish it from Ash, near Wrotham.
The parish of Ash is very large, extending over a variety of soil and country, of hill, dale, and marsh lands, near four miles across each way, and containing more than six thousand acres of land, of which about one half is marsh, the river Stour being its northern bounday, where it is very wet and unwholesone, but the southern or upland part of the parish is very dary, pleasant and healthy. The soil in general is fertile, and lets on an average at about one pound an acre; notwithstanding, there is a part of it about Ash-street and Gilton town, where it is a deep sand. The village of Ash, commonly called Ash-street, situated in this part of it, on high ground, mostly on the western declivity of a hill, having the church on the brow of it, is built on each side of the road from Canterbury to Sandwich, and contains about fifty houses. On the south side of this road, about half a mile westward, is a Roman burial ground, of which further mention will be taken hereaster, and adjoining to it the hamlet of Gilton town, formerly written Guildanton, in which is Gilton parsonage, a neat stuccoed house, lately inhabited by Mr. Robert Legrand, and now by Mrs. Becker. In the valley southward stands Mote farm, alias Brooke house, formerly the habitation of the Stoughtons, then of the Ptoroude's and now the property of Edward Solly, esq. of London.
There are dispersed throughout this large parish many small hamlets and farms, which have been formerly of more consequence, from the respective owners and in habitants of them, all which, excepting East and New Street, and Great Pedding, (the latter of which was the antient residence of the family of solly, who lie buried in Ash church-yard, and bore for their arms, Vert, a chevron, per pale, or, and gules, between three soles naiant, argent, and being sold by one of them to dean Lynch, is now in the possession of lady Lynch, the widow of Sir William Lynch, K. B.) are situated in the northern part of the parish, and contain together about two hundred and fifty houses, among them is Hoden, formerly the residence of the family of St. Nicholas; Paramour-street, which for many years was the residence of those of that name, and Brook-street, in which is Brook-house, the residence of the Brooke's, one of whom John Brooke, esq. in queen Elizabeth's reign, resided here, and bore for his arms, Per bend, vert and sable, two eagles, counterchanged.
William, lord Latimer, anno 38 Edward III. obtained a market to be held at Ash, on a Thursday; and a fair yearly on Lady-day, and the two following ones. A fair is now held in Ash-street on Lady and Michaelmas days yearly.
In 1473 there was a lazar house for the infirm of the leprosy, at Eche, near Sandwich.
¶The manor of Wingham claims paramount over this parish, subordinate to which there were several manors in it, held of the archbishop, to whom that manor belonged, the mansions of which, being inhabited by families of reputation and of good rank in life, made this parish of much greater account than it has been for many years past, the mansions of them having been converted for a length of time into farmhouses to the lands to which they belong.
f this manor, (viz. Wingham) William de Acris holds one suling in Fletes, and there he has in demesne one carucate and four villeins, and one knight with one carucate, and one fisbery, with a saltpit of thirty pence. The whole is worth forty shillings.
This district or manor was granted by archbishop Lanfranc, soon after this, to one Osberne, (fn. 7) of whom I find no further mention, nor of this place, till king Henry III.'s reign, when it seems to have been separated into two manors, one of which, now known by the name of the manor of Gurson Fleet, though till of late time by that of Fleet only, was held afterwards of the archbishop by knight's service, by the family of Sandwich, and afterwards by the Veres, earls of Oxford, one of whom, Robert de Vere, earl of Oxford, who died anno 3 Edward III. was found by the escheat-rolls of that year, to have died possessed of this manor of Fleet, which continued in his descendants down to John de Vere, earl of Oxford, who for his attachment to the house of Lancaster, was attainted in the first year of king Edward IV. upon which this manor came into the hands of the crown, and was granted the next year to Richard, duke of Gloucester, the king's brother, with whom it staid after his succession to the crown, as king Richard III. on whose death, and the accession of king Henry VII. this manor returned to the possession of John, earl of Oxford, who had been attainted, but was by parliament anno I Henry VII. restored in blood, titles and possessions. After which this manor continued in his name and family till about the middle of queen Elizabeth's reign, when Edward Vere, earl of Oxford, alienated it to Hammond, in whose descendants it continued till one of them, in the middle of king Charles II.'s reign, sold it to Thomas Turner, D. D. who died possessed of it in 1672, and in his name and descendants it continued till the year 1748, when it was sold to John Lynch, D. D. dean of Canterbury, whose son Sir William Lynch, K. B. died possessed of it in 1785, and by his will devised it, with the rest of his estates, to his widow lady Lynch, who is the present possessor of it. A court baron is held for this manor.
Archbishop Lanfranc, on his founding the priory of St. Gregory, in the reign of the Conqueror, gave to it the tithe of the manor of Fleet; which gift was confirmed by archbishop Hubert in Richard I.'s reign. This portion of tithes, which arose principally from Gurson Fleet manor, remained with the priory at its dissolution, and is now part of Goldston parsonage, parcel of the see of Canterbury, of which further mention has been made before.
The other part of the district of Fleet was called, to distinguish it, and from the possessors of it, the manor of Nevills Fleet, though now known by the name of Fleet only, is situated between Gurson and Richborough, adjoining to the former. This manor was held in king John's reign of the archbishop, by knight's service, by Thomas Pincerna, so called probably from his office of chief butler to that prince, whence his successors assumed the name of Butler, or Boteler. His descendant was Robert le Boteler, who possessed this manor in king Ed ward I.'s reign, and from their possession of it, this manor acquired for some time the name of Butlers Fleet; but in the 20th year of king Edward III. William, lord Latimer of Corbie, appears to have been in the possession of it, and from him it acquired the name of Latimers Fleet. He bore for his arms, Gules, a cross flory, or. After having had summons to parliament, (fn. 8) he died in the begening of king Richard II.'s reign, leaving Elizabeth his sole daughter and heir, married to John, lord Nevill, of Raby, whose son John bore the title of lord Latimer, and was summoned to parliament as lord Latimer, till the 9th year of king Henry VI. in which he died, so that the greatest part of his inheritance, among which was this manor, came by an entail made, to Ralph, lord Nevill, and first earl of Westmoreland, his eldest, but half brother, to whom he had sold, after his life, the barony of Latimer, and he, by seoffment, vested it, with this manor and much of the inheritance above-mentioned, in his younger son Sir George Nevill, who was accordingly summoned to parliament as lord Latimer, anno 10 Henry VI. and his grandson Richard, lord Latimer, in the next regin of Edward IV. alienated this manor, which from their length of possession of it, had acquired the name of Nevill's Fleet, to Sir James Cromer, and his son Sir William Cromer, in the 11th year of king Henry VII, sold it to John Isaak, who passed it away to Kendall, and he, in the beginning of king Henry VIII.'s reign, sold it to Sir John Fogge, of Repton, in Ashford, who died possessed of it in 1533, and his son, of the same name, before the end of it, passed it away to Mr. Thomas Rolfe, and he sold it, within a few years afterwards, to Stephen Hougham, gent. of this parish, who by his will in 1555, devised it to his youngest son Rich. Hougham, of Eastry, from one of whose descendants it was alienated to Sir Adam Spracklin, who sold it to one of the family of Septvans, alias Harflete, in which name it continued till within a few years after the death of king Charles I. when by a female heir Elizabeth it went in marriage to Thomas Kitchell, esq. in whose heirs it continued till it was at length, about the year 1720, alienated by one of them to Mr. Thomas Bambridge, warden of the Fleet prison, upon whose death it became vested in his heirs-at-law, Mr. James Bambridge, of the Temple, attorney at-law, and Thomas Bambridge, and they divided this estate, and that part of it allotted to the latter was soon afterwards alienated by him to Mr. Peter Moulson, of London, whose only daughter and heir carried it in marriage to Mr. Geo. Vaughan, of London, and he and the assignees of Mr. James Bambridge last mentioned, have lately joined in the conveyance of the whole fee of this manor to Mr. Joseph Solly, gent. of Sandwich, the present owner of it. There is not any court held for this manor.
In this district, and within this manor of Fleet lastmentioned, there was formerly a chapel of cose to the church of Ash, as that was to the church of Wingham, to which college, on its foundation by archbishop Peckham in 1286, the tithes, rents, obventions, &c of this chapel and district was granted by him, for the support in common of the provost and canons of it, with whom it remained till the suppression of it, anno I king Edward VI. The tithes, arising from this manor of Fleet, and the hamlet of Richborough, are now a part of the rectory of Ash, and of that particular part of it called Gilton parsonage, parcel of the possessions of the see of Canterbury, of which further mention will be made hereafter. There have not been any remains left of it for a long time part.
Richborough is a hamlet and district of land, in the south-east part of this parish, rendered famous from the Roman fort and town built there, and more so formerly, from the port or haven close adjoining to it.
It was in general called by the Romans by the plural name of Rutupiæ; for it must be observed that the æstuary, which at that time separated the Isle of Thanet from the main land of Kent, and was the general passage for shipping,had at each mouth of it, towards the sea, a fort and haven, called jointly Rutupiæ. That at the northern part and of it being now called Reculver, and that at the eastern, being the principal one, this of Richborough.
The name of it is variously spelt in different authors. By Ptolemy it is written [Patapiaia (?)] urbem; by Tacitus, according to the best reading, Portus, Rutupensis; by Antonine, in his Itinerary, Ritupas, and Ritupis Portum; by Ammianus, Ritupiæ statio; afterwards by the Saxons, Reptacester, and now Richborough.
The haven, or Portus Rutupinus, or Richborough, was very eminent in the time of the Romans, and much celebrated in antient history, being a safe and commodious harbour, stationem ex adverso tranquillam, as Ammianus calls it, situated at the entrance of the passage towards then Thamas, and becoming the general place of setting sail from Britain to the continent, and where the Roman fleets arrived, and so large and extensive was the bay of it, that it is supposed to have extended far beyond Sandwich on the one side, almost to Ramsgate cliffs on the other, near five miles in width, covering the whole of that flat of land on which Stonar and Sandwich were afterwards built, and extending from thence up the æstuary between the Isle of Thanet and the main land. So that Antonine might well name it the Port, in his Itinerary, [Kat exochin], from there being no other of like consequence, and from this circumstance the shore for some distance on each side acquired the general name of Littus Rutupinum, the Rutupian shore. (fn. 9) Some have contended that Julius Cæsar landed at Richborough, in his expeditions into Britain; but this opinion is refuted by Dr. Hasley in Phil, Trans. No. 193, who plainly proves his place of landing to have been in the Downs. The fort of Richborough, from the similarity of the remains of it to those of Reculver, seems to have been built about the same time, and by the same emperer, Serveris, about the year 205. It stands on the high hill, close to a deep precipice eastward, at the soot of which was the haven. In this fortress, so peculiarly strengthened by its situation, the Romans had afterwards a stationary garrison, and here they had likewise a pharos, of watch tower, the like as at Reculver and other places on this coast, as well to guide the shipping into the haven, as to give notice of the approach of enemies. It is by most supposed that there was, in the time of the Romans, near the fort, in like manner as at Reculver, a city or town, on the decline of the hill, south-westward from it, according to custom, at which a colony was settled by them. Prolemy, in his geography, reckons the city Rutpia as one of the three principal cities of Kent. (fn. 10) Orosius. and Bede too, expressly mention it as such; but when the haven decayed, and there was no longer a traffic and resort to this place, the town decayed likewise, and there have not been, for many ages since, any remains whatever of it left; though quantities of coins and Roman antiquities have been sound on the spot where it is supposed to have once stood.
During the latter part of the Roman empire, when the Saxons prevented all trade by sea, and insefted these coasts by frequent robberies, the second Roman legion, called Augusta, and likewise Britannica, which had been brought out of Germany by the emperor Claudius, and had resided for many years at the Isca Silurum, in Wales, was removed and stationed here, under a president or commander, præpositus, of its own, who was subordinate to the count of the Saxon shore, and continued so till the final departure of the Romans from Britain, in the year 410, when this fortress was left in the hands of the Britons, who were afterwards dispossessed of it by the Saxons, during whose time the harbour seems to have began to decay and to swerve up, the sea by degrees entirely deserting it at this place, but still leaving one large and commodious at Sandwich, which in process of time became the usual resort for shipping, and arose a flourishing harbour in its stead, as plainly appears by the histories of those times, by all of which, both the royal Saxon fleets, as well as those of the Danes, are said to sail for the port of Sandwich, and there to lie at different times; (fn. 11) and no further mention is made by any of them of this of Rutupiæ, Reptachester, or Richborough; so that the port being thus destroyed, the town became neglected and desolate, and with the castle sunk into a heap of ruins. Leland's description of it in king Henry VIII.'s reign, is very accurate, and gives an exceeding good idea of the progressive state of its decay to that time. He says, "Ratesburg otherwyse Richeboro was, of ever the ryver of Sture dyd turn his botom or old canale, withyn the Isle of the Thanet, and by Iykelyhod the mayn se came to the very foote of the castel. The mayn se ys now of yt a myle by reason of wose, that has there swollen up. The scite of the town or castel ys wonderful fair apon an hille. The walles the wich remayn ther yet be in cumpase almost as much as the tower of London. They have bene very hye thykke stronge and wel embateled. The mater of them is flynt mervelus and long brykes both white and redde after the Britons fascion. The sement was made of se sand and smaul pible. Ther is a great lykelyhod that the goodly hil abowte the castel and especially to Sandwich ward hath bene wel inhabited. Corne groweth on the hille yn bene mervelous plenty and yn going to plowgh ther hath owt of mynde fownd and now is mo antiquities of Romayne money than yn any place els of England surely reason speketh that this should be Rutupinum. For byside that the name sumwhat toucheth, the very near passage fro Cales Clyves or Cales was to Ratesburgh and now is to Sandwich, the which is about a myle of; though now Sandwich be not celebrated by cawse of Goodwine sandes and the decay of the haven. Ther is a good flyte shot of fro Ratesburg toward Sandwich a great dyke caste in a rownd cumpas as yt had bene for sens of menne of warre. The cumpase of the grownd withyn is not much above an acre and yt is very holo by casting up the yerth. They cawle the place there Lytleborough. Withyn the castel is a lytle paroche chirch of St. Augustine and an heremitage. I had antiquities of the heremite the which is an industrious man. Not far fro the hermitage is a cave wher men have sowt and digged for treasure. I saw it by candel withyn, and ther were conys. Yt was so straite that I had no mynd to crepe far yn. In the north side of the castel ys a hedde yn the walle, now fore defaced with wether. They call it queen Bertha hedde. Nere to that place hard by the wal was a pot of Romayne mony sownd."
The ruins of this antient castle stand upon the point of a hill or promontory, about a mile north-west from Sandwich, overlooking on each side, excepting towards the west, a great flat which appears by the lowness of it, and the banks of beach still shewing themselves in different places, to have been all once covered by the sea. The east side of this hill is great part of it so high and perpendicular from the flat at the foot of it, where the river Stour now runs, that ships with the greatest burthen might have lain close to it, and there are no signs of any wall having been there; but at the north end, where the ground rises into a natural terrace, so as to render one necessary, there is about 190 feet of wall left. Those on the other three sides are for the most part standing, and much more entire than could be expected, considering the number of years since they were built, and the most so of any in the kingdom, except Silchester. It is in shape an oblong square, containing within it a space of somewhat less than five acres. They are in general about ten feet high within, but their broken tops shew them to have been still higher. The north wall, on the outside, is about twice as high as it is within, or the other two, having been carried up from the very bottom of the hill, and it seems to have been somewhat longer than it is at present, by some pieces of it sallen down at the east end. The walls are about eleven feet thick. In the middle of the west side is the aperture of an entrance, which probably led to the city or town, and on the north side is another, being an entrance obliquely into the castle. Near the middle of the area are the ruins of some walls, full of bushes and briars, which seem as if some one had dug under ground among them, probably where once stood the prætorium of the Roman general, and where a church or chapel was afterwards erected, dedicated to St. Augustine, and taken notice of by Leland as such in his time. It appears to have been a chapel of ease to the church of Ash, for the few remaining inhabitants of this district, and is mentioned as such in the grant of the rectory of that church, anno 3 Edward VI. at which time it appears to have existed. About a furlong to the south, in a ploughed field, is a large circular work, with a hollow in the middle, the banks of unequal heights, which is supposed to have been an amphitheatre, built of turf, for the use of the garrison, the different heights of the banks having been occasioned by cultivation, and the usual decay, which must have happened from so great a length of time. These stations of the Romans, of which Richborough was one, were strong fortifications, for the most part of no great compass or extent, wherein were barracks for the loding of the soldiers, who had their usual winter quarters in them. Adjoining, or at no great distance from them, there were usually other, buildings forming a town; and such a one was here at Richborough, as has been already mentioned before, to which the station or fort was in the nature of a citadel, where the soldiers kept garrison. To this Tacitus seems to allude, when he says, "the works that in time of peace had been built, like a free town, not far from the camp, were destroyed, left they should be of any service to the enemy." (fn. 12) Which in great measure accounts for there being no kind of trace or remains left, to point out where this town once stood, which had not only the Romans, according to the above observation, but the Saxons and Danes afterwards, to carry forward at different æras the total destruction of it.
The burial ground for this Roman colony and station of Richborough, appears to have been on the hill at the end of Gilton town, in this parish, about two miles south-west from the castle, and the many graves which have been continually dug up there, in different parts of it, shew it to have been of general use for that purpose for several ages.
The scite of the castle at Richborough was part of the antient inheritance of the family of the Veres, earls of Oxford, from which it was alienated in queen Elizabeth's reign to Gaunt; after which it passed, in like manner as Wingham Barton before-described, to Thurbarne, and thence by marriage to Rivett, who sold it to Farrer, from whom it was alienated to Peter Fector, esq. of Dover, the present possessor of it. In the deed of conveyance it is thus described: And also all those the walls and ruins of the antient castle of Rutupium, now known by the name of Richborough castle, with the scite of the antient port and city of Rutupinum, being on and near the lands before-mentioned. About the walls of Richborough grows Fæniculum valgare, common fennel, in great plenty.
It may be learned from the second iter of Antonine's Itinerary, that there was once a Roman road, or highway from Canterbury to the port of Richborough, in which iter the two laft stations are, from Durovernum, Canterbury, to Richborough, ad portum Rutupis, xii miles; in which distance all the different copies of the Itinerary agree. Some parts of this road can be tracted at places at this time with certainty; and by the Roman burial-ground, usually placed near the side of a high road, at Gilton town, and several other Roman vestigia thereabouts, it may well be supposed to have led from Canterbury through that place to Richborough, and there is at this time from Goldston, in Ash, across the low-grounds to it, a road much harder and broader than usual for the apparent use of it, which might perhaps be some part of it.
Charities.
A person unknown gave four acres and an half of land, in Chapman-street, of the annual produce of 5l. towards the church assessments.
Thomas St. Nicholas, esq. of this parish, by deed about the year 1626, gave an annuity of 11. 5s. to be paid from his estate of Hoden, now belonging to the heirs of Nathaniel Elgar, esq. to be distributed yearly, 10s. to the repairing and keeping clean the Toldervey monument in this church, and 15s. on Christmas-day to the poor.
John Proude, the elder, of Ash, yeoman, by his will in 1626, ordered that his executor should erect upon his land adjoining to the church-yard, a house, which should be disposed of in future by the churchwardens and overseers, for a school-house, and for a storehouse, to lay in provision for the church and poor. This house is now let at 1l. per annum, and the produce applied to the use of the poor.
Richard Camden, in 1642, gave by will forty perches of land, for the use of the poor, and of the annual produce of 15s. now vested in the minister and churchwardens.
Gervas Cartwright, esq. and his two sisters, in 1710 and 1721, gave by deed an estate, now of the yearly value of 50l. for teaching fifty poor children to read, write, &c. vested in the minister, churchwardens, and other trustees.
The above two sisters, Eleanor and Anne Cartwright, gave besides 100l. for beautifying the chancel, and for providing two large pieces of plate for the communion service; and Mrs. Susan Robetts added two other pieces of plate for the same purpose.
There is a large and commodious workhouse lately built, for the use of the poor, to discharge the expence of which, 100l. is taken yearly out of the poor's rate, till the whole is discharged. In 1604, the charges of the poor were 29l. 15s. 11d. In 1779. 1000l.
There is a charity school for boys and girls, who are educated, but not cloathed.
The poor constantly relieved are about seventy-five, casually fifty-five.
This parish is within the ecclesiastical jurisdiction of the dioceseof Canterbury, and deanry of Bridge.
The church, which is dedicated to St. Nicholas, is a handsome building, of the form of a cross, consisting of two isles and two chancels, and a cross sept, having a tall spire steeple in the middle, in which are eight bells and a clock. It is very neat and handsome in the inside. In the high or south chancel is a monument for the Roberts's, arms, Argent, three pheons, sable, on a chief of the second, a greybound current of the first; another for the Cartwrights, arms, Or, a fess embattled, between three catherine wheels, sable. In the north wall is a monument for one of the family of Leverick, with his effigies, in armour, lying cross-legged on it; and in the same wall, westward, is another like monument for Sir John Goshall, with his effigies on it, in like manner, and in a hollow underneath, the effigies of his wife, in her head-dress, and wimple under her chin. A gravestone, with an inscription, and figure of a woman with a remarkable high high-dress, the middle part like a horseshoe inverted, for Jane Keriell, daughter of Roger Clitherow. A stone for Benjamin Longley, LL. B. minister of Ash twenty-nine years, vicar of Eynsford and Tonge, obt. 1783. A monument for William Brett, esq. and Frances his wife. The north chancel, dedicated to St. Nicholas, belongs to the manor of Molland. Against the north wall is a tomb, having on it the effigies of a man and woman, lying at full length, the former in armour, and sword by his side, but his head bare, a collar of SS about his neck, both seemingly under the middle age, but neither arms nor inscription, but it was for one of the family of Harflete, alias Septvans; and there are monuments and several memorials and brasses likewise for that family. A memorial for Thomas Singleton, M. D. of Molland, obt. 1710. One for John Brooke, of Brookestreet, obt. 1582, s. p. arms, Per bend, two eagles.—Several memorials for the Pekes, of Hills-court, and for Masters, of Goldstone. A monument for Christopher Toldervy, of Chartham, obt. 1618. A memorial for Daniel Hole, who, as well as his ancestors, had lived upwards of one hundred years at Goshall, as occupiers of it. In the north cross, which was called the chapel of St. Thomas the Martyr, was buried the family of St. Nicholas. The brass plates of whom, with their arms, are still to be seen. A tablet for Whittingham Wood, gent. obt. 1656. In the south cross, a monument for Richard Hougham, gent. of Weddington, and Elizabeth his wife, daughter of Edward Sanders, gent. of Norborne. An elegant monument for Mary, wife of Henry Lowman, esq. of Dortnued, in Germany. She died in 1737, and he died in 1743. And for lieutenant colonel Christopher Ernest Kien, obt. 1744, and Jane his wife, their sole daughter and heir, obt. 1762, and for Evert George Cousemaker, esq. obt. 1763, all buried in a vault underneath, arms, Or, on a mount vert, a naked man, bolding a branch in his hand, proper, impaling per bend sinister, argent and gules, a knight armed on borjeback, holding a tilting spear erect, the point downwards, all counterchanged. On the font is inscribed, Robert Minchard, arms, A crescent, between the points of it a mullet. Several of the Harfletes lie buried in the church-yard, near the porch, but their tombs are gone. On each side of the porch are two compartments of stone work, which were once ornamented with brasses, most probably in remembrance of the Harfleets, buried near them. At the corner of the church-yard are two old tombs, supposed for the family of Alday.
In the windows of the church were formerly several coats of arms, and among others, of Septvans, alias Harflete, Notbeame, who married Constance, widow of John Septvans; Brooke, Ellis, Clitherow, Oldcastle, Keriell, and Hougham; and the figures of St. Nicholas, Keriell, and Hougham, kneeling, in their respective surcoats of arms, but there is not any painted glass left in any part of the church or chancels.
John Septvans, about king Henry VII.'s reign, founded a chantry, called the chantry of the upper Hall, as appears by the will of Katherine Martin, of Faversham, sometime his wife, in 1497. There was a chantry of our blessed Lady, and another of St. Stephen likewise, in it; both suppressed in the 1st year of king Edward VI. when the former of them was returned to be of the clear yearly certified value of 15l. 11s. 1½d. (fn. 13)
The church of Ash was antiently a chapel of east to that of Wingham, and was, on the foundation of the college there in 1286, separated from it, and made a distinct parish church of itself, and then given to the college, with the chapels likewise of Overland and Fleet, in this parish, appurtenant to this church; which becoming thus appropriated to the college, continued with it till the suppression of it in king Edward VI.'s reign, when this part of the rectory or parsonage appropriate, called Overland parsonage, with the advowson of the church, came, with the rest of the possessions of the college, into the hands of the crown, where the advowson of the vicarage, or perpetual curacy of it did not remain long, for in the year 1558, queen Mary granted it, among others, to the archbishop. But the above-mentioned part of the rectory, or parsonage appropriate of Ash, with those chapels, remained in the crown, till queen Elizabeth, in her 3d year, granted it in exchange to archbishop Parker, who was before possessed of that part called Goldston parsonage, parcel of the late dissolved priory of St. Gregory, by grant from king Henry VIII. so that now this parish is divided into two distinct parsonages, viz. of Overland and of Goldston, which are demised on separate beneficial leases by the archbishop, the former to the heirs of Parker, and the latter, called Gilton parsonage, from the house and barns of it being situated in that hamlet, to George Gipps, esq. M. P. for Canterbury. The patronage of the perpetual curacy remains parcel of the possessions of the see of Canterbury.
¶At the time this church was appropriated to the college of Wingham, a vicarage was endowed in it, which after the suppression of the college came to be esteemed as a perpetual curacy. It is not valued in the king's books. The antient stipend paid by the provost, &c. to the curate being 16l. 13s. 4d. was in 1660, augmented by archbishop Juxon with the addition of 33l. 6s. 8d. per annum; and it was afterwards further augmented by archbishop Sheldon, anno 28 Charles II. with twenty pounds per annum more, the whole to be paid by the several lessees of these parsonages. Which sum of seventy pounds is now the clear yearly certified value of it. In 1588 here were communicants five hundred; in 1640, eight hundred and fifty. So far as appears by the registers, the increase of births in this parish is almost double to what they were two hundred years ago.
Long Island - Jones Beach West End
Two people walking into the sunset in the distance.
Rarely use the D500 for landscapes. Seems to do the job
Elle présente, au niveau du dos de l'abdomen, un folium (dessin qui affecte la forme d'une feuille ornementale) caractéristique utilisé pour sa diagnose. Ce dessin présente un ensemble de taches blanches formant une croix et une partie médiane brune se terminant en pointe, bordée d'une ligne blanche en dents de scie. Ce dessin est d'ailleurs caractéristique d'un groupe d'épeires (Araneus marmoreus, Araneus pallidus).
Le céphalothorax est très velu tandis que les pattes sont très épineuses.
Les deux sexes de l'espèce ont un aspect assez différent, principalement au niveau de la taille (dimorphisme sexuel). Ainsi, les individus mâles font moins d'un centimètre alors que les femelles peuvent atteindre deux centimètres et ont un abdomen plus volumineux, de forme arrondie. Les mâles mesurent de 4 à 11 mm et les femelles de 10 à 22,5 mm.
Une autre de ses particularités est la création de toiles très grandes par rapport à sa propre taille, puisqu'elles peuvent atteindre exceptionnellement un mètre, avec des fils particulièrement solides qui craquent sèchement (bruit de "perle") lorsqu'ils rompent. La toile est refaite tous les jours : l'épeire ne répare pas sa toile et la recommence tous les matins. La toile pèse cinq dix-millième de gramme. La première toile d'une jeune épeire mesure à peine 3 cm d'envergure.
L'Épeire diadème a une durée de vie d'un an. (Source Wikipédia)
There was a nice shadow affect at sunset, and I simply put my camera on manual, changed the ISO and hiked up some custom settings on there, and wah la.
Following the road to grasp
something, a thing, anything,
brings me to the technique
of comparing.
As soon as I compare
it with the environment,
I can allocate it, so that
this thing, something, anything,
fits into my world which I build up,
my picture, construct,
my idea of life
in which I live,
which I must live within.
So everyone creates
their own puzzle,
whilst strolling
along the alley of time,
and the pieces
one gets to see,
do influence the big picture.
But how to get a nice, friendly
and warm idea of this world?
How to get an episteme,
in which even contentment feels
welcome and starts to settle down?
Let me whisper now:
“The angle it is, which does the trick.”
Not “what”, but “how” you see,
can make the difference.
So now please choose the title of this picture:
“Woman walking in a wood.” or
“Passing two old watchmen
on the wayfare of life.”
Anxiety affects numerous people these days. The fact that there is only one sunrise and sunset a day and each one that is missed is lost in time forever is reason enough to cause it.
For who would want to miss such a view early in the morning ?
And who would be fine with the fact that he missed such a thing when he realises it.
Along the ragged coastline on the southern part of Malta lies a small window which I believe will not last very long. Fissures seeming out of every crevice every passing winter is a season closer to its end. One thing is for sure. Arches will long outlive us.
Rainbow
An individual raindrop has a different shape and consistency than a glass prism, but it affects light in a similar way. When white sunlight hits a collection of raindrops at a fairly low angle, you can see the component colors red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo and violet -- a rainbow. For simplicity's sake, we'll only look at red and violet, the colors of light on the ends of the visible light spectrum.
The diagram below shows what happens when the sunlight hits one individual raindrop.
When the white light passes from air into the drop of water, the component colors of light slow down to different speeds depending on their frequency. The violet light bends at a relatively sharp angle when it enters the raindrop. At the right-hand side of the drop, some of the light passes back out into the air, and the rest is reflected backward. Some of the reflected light passes out of the left side of the drop, bending as it moves into the air again.
In this way, each individual raindrop disperses white sunlight into its component colors. So why do we see wide bands of color, as if different rainy areas were dispersing a different single color? Because we only see one color from each raindrop. You can see how this works in the diagram below.
When raindrop A disperses light, only the red light exits at the correct angle to travel to the observer's eyes. The other colored beams exit at a lower angle, so the observer doesn't see them. The sunlight will hit all the surrounding raindrops in the same way, so they will all bounce red light onto the observer.
Raindrop B is much lower in the sky, so it doesn't bounce red light to the observer. At its height, the violet light exits at the correct angle to travel to the observer's eye. All the drops surrounding raindrop B bounce light in the same way. The raindrops in between A and B all bounce different colors of light to the observer, so the observer sees the full color spectrum. If you were up above the rain, you would see the rainbow as a full circle, because the light would bounce back from all around you. On the ground, we see the arc of the rainbow that is visible above the horizon.
Sometimes you see a double rainbow -- a sharp rainbow with a fainter rainbow on top of it. The fainter rainbow is produced in the same way as the sharper rainbow, but instead of the light reflecting once inside the raindrop, it's reflected twice. As a result of this double reflection, the light exits the raindrop at a different angle, so we see it higher up. If you look carefully, you'll see that the colors in the second rainbow are in the reverse order of the primary rainbow.
Source: science.howstuffworks.com/nature/climate-weather/storms/r...
Located at the base of Petrin Hill on Ujezd Street in Mala Strana is this disturbing series of statues dedicated to the victims of the Communist era between 1948-1989. A original total of seven (two were damaged due to a bomb in 2003) male statues appear to be disintegrating and decaying before our very eyes, the first man whole, the next man missing a limb, ripped open, to the last man who has become virtually nothing. It is to symbolize how political prisoners under Communism were affected, and as a Memorial it is very affective. During the evening, the memorial is lit up providing an even more eerie look. The memorial was unveiled on May 22, 2002, and is the work of Olbram Zoubek, a famous Czech sculptor and architects Jan Kerel and Zdenek Holzel. Notice the bronze strip in the center of the stairs where the statues are located. It tells the estimated number of people impacted by the Communist regime.
Le papillon flambé affection les milieux chauds et secs. Il est présent dans la plupart des régions françaises. Il est particulièrement répandu dans le Sud. En revanche, cette espèce se fait rare en Grande-Bretagne. D’une envergure de 50 à 70 mm, elle est reconnaissable à son motif zébré noir et blanc et à la petite demi-lune bleue coiffée d’orange qui ourle le bord de ses ailes postérieures. Il doit ce nom à la comparaison avec l’étoffe le taffetas flambé se distinguant par ses motifs chinés.
Ce papillon aux ailes découpées est surnommé le Flambé (Iphiclides podalirius). Il est présent dans toute la France est reconnaissable par ses longs vols planés. La chenille qui deviendra ce beau papillon arbore aussi une apparence originale.
Tout de vert vêtue, elle porte sur sa tête deux antennes orangées. Huit semaines après sa naissance, elle se transforme en chrysalide accrochée dans sa plante hôte. Pour l'observer, allez lorgner du côté des prunelliers ou des cerisiers.