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SGT Combs, attached to B co WTU at Ft Stewart, caught this bass on 1 Sept 2012 at Pond 26. It was released back into the pond. He roughly estimated the weight of the bass at 10lbs.
Comb.
Bone/antler.
The comb is decorated on both sides.
Björka, Adelsö, Uppland, Sweden.
SHM 5208:564
These caught my eye today whilst wandering round town waiting for my car to be fixed. I immediately thought "Flickr colours!"....
A crazy comb story...
(Taken by iPhone 4)
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I started selling some prints from a project I've been doing over the last few years called 'It's Grim Up North'...
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:10 things: April #1
When my mom died on Christmas day, just 3 months ago, after an 18 month battle with ovarian cancer it was hard to make the thousand mile drive with the family down to Alabama, knowing what I'd be facing. The loss of my mother.
As we drove for almost 17 hours, my mind flashed over the years of my childhood and my adult days of going "back home." And oddly enough, the one thing that was part of all of that was this pink comb that belonged to my mom.
We are not sure of its origin. Mom thought she got it from my dad's mom (her MIL)... Dad thinks they may have bought it when they first got married. No one is quite sure. But what I do know is that its older than I am. Its combed my hair thousands of times. I have vivid memories of sitting in the floor on Sunday nights after a bath, eating grilled cheese sandwiches in the living room floor (picnic!!!!). I would nibble, we'd watch Wild Kingdom and the Wide World of Disney (70s!!) as a family and my mother would comb out my long blond hair.
I asked Dad for the comb just a couple hours after we got down the day after Christmas... the day after mom died. And it came back to Pennsylvania with me. It now combs the hair of my family. Its had long service and shows signs of miscoloring and a couple broken and bent teeth. But its my treasure. Its my mom.
St Mary, Combs, Suffolk
Combs is a large parish, and although there is a remote, pretty village that takes its name up in the hills, the bulk of the population of the parish is down in the housing estate of Combs Ford in suburban Stowmarket. Consequently, this church is often busy with baptisms and weddings, and can reckon on a goodly number of the faithful on a Sunday morning.
St Mary is on the edge of the housing estate, but the setting is otherwise profoundly rural: you reach it along a doglegging lane from the top of Poplar Hill, and the last few hundred yards is along a narrow track which ends in the wide graveyard. The church is set on low ground, hills rising away to north and south, and the effect, on looking down at it, is of a great ship at rest in harbour.
With its grand tower, aisles and clerestories this is a perfect example of a 15th Century Suffolk church in all its glory. In the 1930s, Cautley found the main entrance through the south porch, a grand red brick affair of the late 15th century. It has since been bricked up, and entrance is through the smaller north porch, which faces the estate. The gloom of the north porch leads you into a tall, wide open space, full of light, as if the morning had followed you in from outside. If you had been here ten years ago, the first striking sight would have been the three great bells on the floor at the west end. They represented the late medieval and early modern work of three of East Anglia's great bell-founding families, the Brayers of Norwich and the Graye and Darbie families of Ipswich. The largest dates from the mid-15th century, and was cast by Richard Brayser. Its inscription invokes the prayers of St John the Baptist. The other two come from either side of the 17th century Commonwealth; that by Miles Graye would have been a sonorous accompaniement to Laudian piety, while John Darbie's would have rung in the Restoration. It was fascinating to be able to see them at such close quarters, but they have now been rehung in the tower.
Stretching eastwards is the range of 15th century benches with their predominantly animal bench ends, some medieval and some clever Victorian copies, probably by the great Henry Ringham. The effect is similar to that at Woolpit a few miles to the west. The hares are my favourites. One is medieval, the other Ringham's work. They seems alert and wary, as though they might bolt at any moment. Clearly, the medieval artist had seen a hare, but lions were creatures of his imagination.
The great glory of this church, however, is the range of 15th century glass towards the east end of the south aisle. It was collected together in this corner of the church after the factory explosion that wrecked most of Stowmarket and killed 28 people in August 1871. The east window and most easterly south window contain figures from a Tree of Jesse, a family tree of Christ. Old Testament prophets and patriarchs mix with kings, most of them clearly labelled: Abraham and his son Isaac wait patiently near the top, and Solomon and David are also close companions.
This second window also contains two surviving scenes from the Seven Works of Mercy, 'give food to the hungry' and 'give water to the thirsty'. But the most remarkable glass here consists of scenes from the life and martyrdom of St Margaret. We see her receiving God's blessing as she tends her sheep (who graze on, apparently unconcerned). We see her tortured while chained to the castle wall. We see her about to be boiled in oil, and most effectively in a composite scene at once being eaten by a dragon and escaping from it.
Under the vast chancel arch is the surviving dado of the late 14th/early 15th Century roodscreen, a substantial structure carved and studded with ogee arches beneath trefoiled tracery, the carvings in the spandrels gilded. At the other end of the church, the font is imposing in the cleared space of the west end. It is contemporary with the roodscreen, and the suggestion is that we are seeing a building that is not far off being all of a piece: the fixtures and fittings of a new building roughly a century before the Reformation.
A period of history not otherwise much represented here is that of the early Stuarts, but a brass inscription of 1624 reset on a wall had echoes of Shakespeare: Fare well, deare wife, since thou art now absent from mortalls sight. One of those moments when the human experience transcends the religious tussles of those days.
Outside in the graveyard, two other memorials caught my eye. One dates from 1931, and remembers My Beloved Sweetheart Stan... who died in Aden aged 22 years. Not far off, a small headstone of the late 17th Century records that Here Restesth ye body of Mary, ye wife of Tho. Love Coroner with two still born Children. I stood in the quiet of the graveyard, looking across to the suburbs of the busy town of Stowmarket, and I felt the heartbeat, the connection down the long Combs Ford centuries.
Behind me, there was something rather curious. Although this is a big graveyard, the church is set hard against the western edge of it. Because of this, a processional way was built through the base of the tower by the original builders, as at Ipswich St Lawrence and Stanton St John. This would have allowed medieval processions to circumnavigate the church on consecrated ground. The way here has since been blocked in, and is used as storage space. A surviving stoup inside shows that, through this processional way, the west door was the main entrance to the church in medieval times, when this building was the still point of the people's turning world.
Heavily processed mage of the girl with a comb ukiyo-e print. Embossed Arabic calligraphy used as the seed image.
This frame has some capped honey chambers in the upper right while the workers are still building comb in the lower left.
Shell Reflection.
Murex pecten, lightfoot, Murex triremes, Venus Comb, thorny woodcock. It is rare to find a perfect specimen.
Bolinopsis sp.
Kind of hard to focus on these things, since they're so transparent that they don't even show up on the camera LCD. Just had to set manual focus and keep shooting in the hope that a few would be in focus.
Lighting: Nuked by a strobe at upper camera right. The nice thing about transparent subjects is that they make it so easy to get even lighting!
Weaving comb.
Bone/Antler.
The weaving comb is decorated with animal and circle and dot ornamentation.
Grave find, Björkö, Adelsö, Uppland, Sweden.
SHM 34000:Bj 644
Laboratory of Photonics and Quantum Measurements
École Polytechnique Fédérale de Lausanne, EPFL
Swiss Federal Institute of Technology
We enjoyed seeing the Comb-crested Jacana or Lotus birds walking on the Lotus and Salvinia leaves on the South Alligator River, Kakadu National Park.
The Comb-crested Jacana males build a nest, incubate the eggs and care for the young. The female may mate with a several males.
Photo: Fred
i tried to spend as much time as possible without taking care of my hair. no shampoo, no brush! i had lots of free time as a result to do MORE selves in the mirror:-)
this is what it looked like the day before i cracked and washed and brushed my beginnings of dreadlocks. it was getting itchy anyway...
Mom bought a honey comb from a local beekeeper and brought some over so that I could make biscuits and she could eat it together. She was feeling nostalgic, b/c her dad raised bees when she was a kid.
Laboratory of Photonics and Quantum Measurements
École Polytechnique Fédérale de Lausanne, EPFL
Swiss Federal Institute of Technology
Description: Comb grave of J. H. Pew in Pugh Cemetery, Cumberland Co., Tenn.
Date: August 19, 2012
Creator: Dr. Richard Finch
Collection name: Richard C. Finch Folk Graves Digital Photograph Collection
Historical note: Comb graves are a type of covered grave that are often called "tent graves." The length of the grave was covered by rocks or other materials that look like the gabled roof or comb of a building. They were popular in the 19th and early 20th centuries. It is conjectured that these graves were covered to protect them from either weather or animals, or perhaps both. While comb graves can be found in other southern states, the Cumberland Plateau in Tennessee has the highest concentration of these types of graves.
Accession number: 2013-022
Owning Institution: Tennessee State Library and Archives
ID#: Campbell Jcn Q - Pugh Cem 4
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