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The Fairfax Arms at Gilling East, North Yorkshire, England, UK. 2013
Said to be one of Manchester's oldest pubs, having first gained its licence in 1730, this Grade II-listed building has been used as a pub since the 1700s.
"So now I come to you with open arms
Nothing to hide, believe what I say
So here I am, with open arms" ~ Open Arms: Journey
-Bethesda Terrace. Central Park, NYC
These little Derringer type guns are becoming increasingly more popular here in the US, especially among women as a means of personal protection.
This small cafe in Market Square, Newark was closed down on health and hygiene infringements. The local council has filled the windows of some closed shops with maps of the town, information or in this case the coat of arms of Newark.
This rendition of the coat of arms is done very amateurishly and bears only a passing resemblance of the professionally done ones. But then this was free after all and done quickly even if it is rather cartoonish!
This lovely old filling station was for many years sited on London Road in Braintree, Essex. The A on the globes stands for Anglo Fuels. A good selection of enamel advertising signs are displayed including a later-style Duckhams "Thermometer" sign.
The pumps originally had swing-out arms above the road. Shortly after this shot was taken in June 1988 the forecourt closed and the pumps were removed. Today it is a Vetinary surgery.
For some reason, when I looked at this picture, it made me think of the Creed song, Arms Wide Open! I guess because of the leaves stretched out in all directions!
I apologize for my lack of new MOC posts. I have retired these for want of pieces and am expecting a few Bricklink orders soon.
Hopefully I will get to building during my spring break.
'Into My Arms' - apart from the work itself, there a few charms to being up the side of a mountain in heavy rain very early in the morning. This morning though, I was treated to the joy of nature and was able to spend a few short minutes with a deer. It's with a deal of ease we dismiss the known beauty of our environment and this series simply highlights that lost relationship between our natural selves and our natural surroundings.
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Belly chains with the handcuffs attached at the side are perfect for low or medium risk inmates. These chains still allow some movement, e. g. for signing court papers or pointing at pieces of evidence during testimony, though restricting arm motion to prevent the prisoner from butting or hitting. When using such a belly chain to restrain high-risk inmates, the detainee can also be shackled with his arms crossed so that the left wrist is placed in the cuff on the right side of his waist and vice versa.
Rainer remembers: I've been detained or arrested some times. Nothing really serious, just what happens when you are young and party hard in this country. In most cases, I found myself in handcuffs and had my hands behind the back while the officer wrote me a citation.
This time, he insisted on booking me into jail. After booking, I was told that I was quite lucky because they would take me to court in a few moments and the judge will probaly let me go. But they also told me that there was a downside. Some high level inmates would go with me on the transport, and they treat all inmates according to the highest security level of those transported together. I had to take off all my clothes and they performed a full body search. it was so degrading! But it got even worse. They issued me a red and white striped jumpsuit and slippers which I was told to get in. Nothing else: no underwear, no socks, just that rough wearing jumpsuit. Then I heared the clinking of chains as another officer entered the booking area. I was so stunned as I spotted him hoding a set of chains in his right hand that my eyes were popping out of my head. The officer seemed to notice that because he asked my if that was actually my first time in jail. As i affirmed he told me: "Well mate, it's not comfortable, but restraints are not meant to be comfortabe. I'v been in them some times during training. It really sucks. But you have no choice. Take it like a man. And now, turn around and put your hands behind your head." I swallowed hard and did what I was told. I was frightened as I felt the cold steel of the chain being wrapped around my waist. I heared a padlock snap and then I knew I would not get out of these chains soon. Then the officer told me to put my right arm down. I yelled "yes, sir" and put it down so that he could put it into the cuff. As I was told to do the same with the left arm, I realized that he as about to restrain me with my arms crossed. I feebly asked him: "Sir, with all due respect, but isn't that a bit exaggerated? I won't make any troubles, I promise." He answered: "Look mate, normally I would cuff your hands at the side. But you are going on a high security transport, and therefore I have to restrain you with your arms crossed. It's the rules." I answered: "The rules suck." he replied with some hint of mercy in his vioce: "Well, sometimes they do. I must ask you to kneel on the bench. I have to apply leg irons too." I felt my throat tie up, but did as I was told. As I didn't wear socks, he put the leg irons on my bare ankles. They were so cold and uncomfortable! The officer grabbed my right arm. "Stand up, mate. Be careful when walking with these on. Wait, it's your first time, I'll help you." He kept my right arm while escorting me to the transport van waiting for us inmates.
As I entered the van, some other dudes were still in. They didn't look very sympathic, so I even was a bit happy that we all were in the same restraints so they would't be able to do me any harm. As I sat down in the van, the guards locked the door and we started our journey to court.
As we arrived, I was the first to be led in front of the judge. He suggested dropping all charges in exchange of 100 hours of community service. I accepted without thinking because the restraints were so uncomfortable I would have given everything to get them off as soon as possible. Therefore, the hearing took only a few minutes and the officer who escorted me to court gave me an individual ride back to jail, just for me! When we reached the booking area, he took the restraints off. As he noticed my feeling of relief, he said: "Well mate, that may teach you a lesson." Actually, it did. I became much more cautious and didn't party that hard any more.
A shot from June, I almost deleted this as I feel the sunburst is too overpowering. Anyway thanks for looking
Yes , open arms and enjoy it here :)
www.youtube.com/watch?v=kTMzPpwc36M
Lying beside you, here in the dark
Feeling your heart beat with mine
Softly you whisper, youre so sincere
How could our love be so blind
We sailed on together
We drifted apart
And here you are by my side
So now I come to you, with open arms
Nothing to hide, believe what I say
So here I am with open arms
Hoping youll see what your love means to me
Open arms
Living without you, living alone
This empty house seems so cold
Wanting to hold you, wanting you near
How much I wanted you home
But now that youve come back
Turned night into day
I need you to stay.
The Boston Arms, Tufnell Park, London, 1 May 2023. Quite spectacular Victorian 'gin palace'. Built 1899, architects Thorpe & Furniss.
I previously visited this location a while back, the conditions at the time weren't really suitable. I did however pick out this compositions as something to revisit when they were. I particularly liked the barren landscape and distant views of Sharp and Hare Tors with the terrain enhanced by the patches of light. Thanks for looking :-)
It’s wonderful how you can feel protected when you are a child and you are hugged by a beloved persone.
On my last days in Phnom Penh, I took a time to wander in bar streets with my camera. People are so welcoming in Cambodia that I felt I could ask for portraits at the nightlife places. As usual I was welcomed by smilling and pleasant people. It was at the end of the afternoon just 3 hours before my plane back to Paris.
67029 approaches Craven Arms with 1V46 1430 Manchester-Cardiff. A week later this set was sadly involved in a collision with a tractor and trailer on a level crossing near Ludlow.
My first time salt weathering a model kit. It was more time consuming than i thought too!
I had to change my work pattern to do this, and in doing so i misplaced a small batch of parts. Then after putting all my equipment away and building...BAM!
So i had to handpaint about a good 15 pieces.
but it came out pretty nice since it was meant to be worn looking.
I plan to do this again soon when i build my Zoids Kit,
but, not for awhile!
(The final instalment of the arc)
Bruce follows the trail to an eerie plot of land cursed by the stench of death. A shipping yard. The same shipping yard that got shut down a year back when the gcpd busted a human trafficking case. He walked with caution to the centre of the yard. He can already sense blackfire wanted him to pick up the trail. Which means one simple thing for Bruce. He has taken the bait. And at that crucial moment the shipping yard is surrounded by flames more than 10 metres high. One of the shipping crates begins to emit a deafening scraping sound. Naturally Bruce walks towards the sound. It doesn’t last long and instead Bruce’s minds is corrupted by the daunting voice of BLACKFIRE!
Blackfire: well if it isn’t the devil himself. Come to seek forgiveness no doubt. If you are wondering where I am hiding. Do not even attempt To find me. You never will. oh no no no...for you see you cannot find what is not there!
His words echo through the yard as it is engulfed by a surge of white light. A distorted reality is instantly bought upon Bruce. The containers are gone and with no sign of mans industrial plague,he finds himself lying face down on the grassy hills which once stretched across Gotham. He gets too his feet and is soon shaken, struggling to keep steady, when a stone idol erupts from the very earth beneath him towering above the now dying grass. He instantly recognises the totem as the one which had haunted him on the grounds of Gotham cathedral when he was first faced with the evil that is Blackfire.
Blackfire: Familiar Bruce? You have to admire the sheer detail of it. The sinners. The justice. Just like the Old Testament. A personal favourite of mine.
Batman: You’re only mad with power Joseph. Where are you. End this now
Blackfire: Do not speak that ancient name!! You know who I am. What I am! But you do not know where I am...or when I am even... I would tell you but I loose track myself. You only need to know that I am century’s older than a mortal like yourself will ever be.
The white light surrounding Bruce intensifies, questioning his sanity and false assumptions of the world about him
Batman: What is this?! What’ve you done to me. A hallucinogenic?!
Blackfire: Hahaha. And yet he still relies on sense. Reality is bought to him with the snap of a finger and yet he cannot seem to make sense of it. I am very much honestly underwhelmed
...anyway I suspect you seek dear James Gordon.
Batman: Where the hell is he!?
Blackfire: Right before your eyes Bruce....or ears
Blackfires voice comes to an end and instead the screams of Jim Gordon can be heard at the top of the shadowing obelisk. A great stone door at the bottom is lifted with an abrupt rumbling sound and a steep winding staircase is revealed. Knowing he shouldn’t Bruce is compelled to climb the swirling stairs reaching to the heavens. A swarm of vicious winged devils fill the small space fighting for his body and soul,
screeching with the deathly sound of bloodthirsty madness . He throws his arms out desperately to fight them of to no prevail but when the sound of Gordon’s painful wail makes a gap in the crowd, he is reminded of what must be done and he abandons the stairs, pulling himself up the crumbling walls
He climbs up the walls, finding himself atop a stone slab surrounded by an endless sea of black. In the distance of the abyss, is a clear crucifix of solid red colour.
Blackfire: REPENT!!!
A second surge of white light engulfs the darkness and Bruce feels a strange clash of newfound emotions and conflicting morals flowing through his body and mind at the same time.
Batman/Bruce: what are you doing to me?! I don’t understand this...this urge.
Blackfire: yes? To see the light? No no no. Such mercy is beyond your reach. You are the devil’s child. And I am your executioner. Gods reward to me will be one of great thanks!!
He reveals himself towering above the bat,displaying a sense of confidence and illusion of ease at this simple task
Bruce will not make the mistake he made when first battling the man. He does not throw a punch or hurl himself towards the great beast. Instead,he disappears into the shadows and to Blackfires surprise, leaps onto the sturdy back of the shaman destabilising him as he stomps about. He clamps his arms around the mans neck choking him momentarily. The two fight and struggle for some time Causing the shaman to eventually drop to the floor.
Batman: Where is Gordon!!?
Within this crucial moment of realisation, Bruce comes to realise that he is back in the very same sewers he first fought Blackfire in. He takes control of his own mind and lifts the man, twice his size, by the neck,dropping him to the ground and hearing his plead
Blackfire: No..no no no...this is wrong...you are supposed to die...I must be your executioner. I must save Gotham
Batman: Save? You have Gothamites murdered night after night. Day after day. Yet you persist you are a saviour. I thought you at first, a mere cult leader. Somebody to brainwash the vulnerable in their time of need. But now I see. It is not only them who have fallen for these tricks. You yourself are a victim. Here to help you
The man Shrieks in retaliation
Blackfire: NOOOOOO!!!!!! Never!!!!!!!!!
Batman: Realise this now Or let delusion consume you
Blackfire: No...no...no....YOU ARE A LIAR!!! Do not deceive me Satan!!!! Face your punishment!!!
He stabs Bruce in the side of his stomach letting him drop to the stone cold floor
Blackfire: It has been done....the devil is no more!!!
And just at the point of doomsday, Gordon fires several rounds into the chest of the great shaman. He resists at first,refusing to die but is soon put down by the worn down detective
His eyes, now lifeless stare into Bruce’s soul resting guilt upon his burdened shoulders as he drops to the ground making his mark in the pool of blood and deathly waste which surrounds him.
Batman: No. He..he deserved real justice. You’re a man of law Jim. Yet.. you kill him like that? He didn’t need to die. No one does...As evil as they are
Jim Gordon: Come on now. you need to just Relax. It’s over now and we need to get you to a doctor. It’s bad. The cut. I’ll stop the bleeding but you need real surgery. Real attention.
Batman: no one can kno...know. Who I am. Don’t remo.. l
Jim pauses for a moment struggling to Supress his curiosity and urge to pursue truth
Jim Gordon: I won’t. You are fine. I won’t. And your armour seemed to help you quite a bit. Just please let me get you to a hospital goddamnit.
Batman: Thank you...but you killed him
Jim Gordon: that man has killed over a hundred Gothamites in the past month. Criminals or not, they were less guilty than him. Had to be done.....Now I really need to get you some help...
Batman: No... bye Jim
With that he makes his silent leave as Jim falls to his knees, pushing the dead shaman into the drift of the sewers green rivers. He kneels for a moment, letting his thoughts battle within his conflicted mind. After this he retrieves his radio as he climbs up one of the sewers ladders back up to the cold,empty shipping yard.
He talks under his breath
Jim Gordon: I don’t even know anymore...
While I was out the other day searching for a photo for Macro Mondays, I took a tour around the lower car park.
I noticed the lamppost and took the photo. I've never seen these ones with 3 lamps on them from this angle before, that I can remember.
This is how I've always seen them before:
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Better viewed large and thank you for your favourites. :O)