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My 7th Iron build against Grant using the white flowery thingy. Check out Iron Builder to follow the whole battle!
used the seedpart 60 times in 7 ways(3 ways are in the bombs smoke)
background on the Inspiration and story: link
Hope you like this one, as it was quite outside my comfort zone :)
Something completely different from what I normally shoot. I was out for a sunrise shoot at this location, but nothing spectacular happened. I took some shots from the outside and thought, why not have a look inside. So that was my own Urbex exploring. It tell a story, of an old house where someone use to live. It has memories for someone. And now it's a memory for me too :)
I am posting this on one of those rare winter evenings where it is snowing in my hometown of Portland, Oregon. Therefore I will be completely honest and upfront with you: you do not have anywhere close to my full attention. In fact, this is about as long as I can hold myself in front of the computer. My outer extremities do not feel nearly frostbitten enough. So I am posting this and out I go.
Hasselblad 500C
Kodak TMAX 100
4 Candles.
The Four Candles burned
slowly. Their Ambiance was so
soft you could hear them
speak...
The First Candle said, "I Am
Peace, but these days, nobody
wants to keep me lit." Then
Peace's flame slowly
diminishes and goes out
completely.
The Second Candle said, "I Am
Faith, but these days, I am no
longer indispensable." Then
Faith's flame slowly
diminishes and goes out
completely.
Sadly The Third Candle Speaks,
"I Am Love and I haven't the
strength to stay lit any
longer. People put me aside
and don't understand my
importance. They even forget
to love those who are nearest
to them." Waiting no longer,
Love goes out completely.
Suddenly...A child enters the
room and sees the three
candles no longer burning. The
child begins to cry, "Why are
you not burning? You are
supposed to stay lit until the
end!"
Then The Fourth Candle speaks
gently to the little child,
"Don't be afraid, for I Am
Hope, and while I still burn,
we can re-light the other
candles."
With Shining Eyes the child
took the Candle Of Hope and
lit the other three candles.
Never let the Flame Of Hope go
out of your life. With Hope,
no matter how bad things look
and are...Peace, Faith and
Love can Shine Brightly in our
lives.
Im Advent, zur Weihnachtszeit,
da war es hell im Zimmer.
Vier Kerzen waren aufgereiht,
und leuchteten wie immer.
Doch zum Flackern und zum Knistern
hörte man die Kerzen flüstern.
Die erste Kerze seufzt und spricht:
“Mein Licht brennt für den FRIEDEN,
die Menschen aber woll’n mich nicht,
es ist nur Streit hienieden."
Die Kerze verlor den schönen Glanz,
wurde klein und kleiner und erlosch dann ganz.
Die zweite Kerze traurig spricht:
“Für den GLAUBEN will ich brennen,
doch Gottes Worten glaubt man nicht,
Glauben will man nicht mehr kennen.”
Ein Luftzug wehte durch das Haus,
die zweite Kerze, die ging aus.
Die dritte Kerze kraftlos spricht:
“Die LIEBE will ich künden,
doch mit Neid und Hass im Angesicht
kann kein Lieb’ man finden.”
So flüsterte sie und ward ganz klein,
erlosch und verlor den hellen Schein.
Ins Zimmer trat ein kleines Kind,
sah die Kerzen, die nicht scheinen,
erloschen durch den kalten Wind,
fast fing es an zu weinen.
Mit Tränen es sehr traurig spricht:
“Leuchtet, ich brauche euer Licht!”
Da fällt die vierte Kerze ein:
“HOFFNUNG will ich geben,
mit meinem hellen Schein
soll’n alle Kerzen leben.
Hoffnung will ich hell verkünden
und alle Kerzen neu entzünden!”
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Wenn uns bewusst wird, dass die Zeit, die wir uns für einen anderen Menschen nehmen, das Kostbarste ist, was wir schenken können, haben wir den Sinn der Weihnacht verstanden. (Roswitha Bloch)
Gottes Liebe wärme dich,
Gottes Gegenwart umstrahle dich,
Gottes Geist möge in dir sein.
Gottes Kraft soll in dir wirken,
Gottes Zärtlichkeit soll dich beschützen,
Gottes Friede soll dich umgeben.
Von Herzen wünsche ich dir eine friedliche und besinnliche Weihnachtszeit!
(Irischer Segenswunsch)
I wish all my Flickr friends a peaceful and enjoyable Christmas Season.
My dining table is ready for Advent.
Río Dulce ("Sweet River") is a river in Guatemala, completely contained within the department of Izabal. It is part of a lake and river system that has become a popular cruising sailboat destination.
The river begins at the point where it flows out of Lake Izabal. At the entrance to the river there is a small Spanish colonial fort, the Castillo de San Felipe de Lara, built to stop pirates entering the lake from the Caribbean when this part of Central America was an important shipping staging point.
Just after the river flows from Lake Izabal it is spanned by one of the biggest bridges in Central America. On one side of the bridge is the town of Fronteras, commonly referred to by the name Río Dulce, the local center of commerce for the area. Fronteras has a local vegetable market, attracting locals from the countryside who arrive in dugout canoes. Most of these boats are powered with Japanese outboard motors but many come to market day paddling these cayucos by hand. On the other side is the town of Rellenos.
From Fronteras the river flows east for a couple of miles. In this stretch there are several marinas and resorts. The river then flows into a long narrow lake called El Golfete. This lake has an island and a large natural anchorage. A few houses and a couple of small businesses line the shore. El Golfete is about 16 km long and a couple of miles wide.
From El Golfete the river meanders for 10 km in a spectacular gorge. The sides of the gorge rise up to 91 m on either side and are covered with teak, mahogany and palms. Wild flowers bloom throughout the foliage and howler monkeys and toucans can be seen. Waterfalls flow over the lip of the gorge after rainfall.
The river enters the Caribbean Sea near the Garifuna town of Livingston.
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The Moon does not orbit Earth in a perfect circle. Instead, it follows an elliptical path that brings it 50,000 kilometres closer to our planet on one side of its orbit. On 12 December, the Moon will enter its full phase, when its disc appears completely illuminated by the Sun, just four hours after reaching its closest point to Earth. This will make it 14% bigger and 30% brighter than other full Moons in 2008. It will be eight years before the Moon appears so big again. Also it is expected to have an effect on Earth's tides.
Photo of the moon taken at its closest point to Earth in the northern hemisphere on 12 December 2008 around midnight. The full Moon will also appear higher in the sky than any other year. At this time the moon will shine down from nearly overhead. The landscape of Château de Peyrepertuse is a PS composite. Photo properties ISO100, 1/400s, f/7.1, zoom 648mm and spot metering
Op 12 december bereikt de maan tevens de kleinste afstand tot de aarde in 356.567 kilometer. De Volle Maan van deze avond dan ook de grootste van het jaar. De maan is 14% groter en 30% lichter als normaal. 's Nachts kunnen we de maan vaak zien. Overdag staat ze ook wel eens aan de hemel, maar dan is ze minder opvallend omdat de zon schijnt. In de avond, de nacht, of in de vroege ochtend zie je haar des te beter. Het lijkt alsof ze licht geeft, net als de zon. Maar de maan geeft geen licht. Ze wordt beschenen door de zon, net als de aarde. Het licht weerkaatst en daarom lijkt het of de maan schijnt. Toch is het zonder maan 's nachts een tikje donkerder dan met de maan. Met een heldere, volle maan kun je 's nachts zelfs een schaduw van jezelf op de grond zien! De maan hoort bij de aarde. Met z'n tweeën suizen ze door het heelal, ieder jaar een rondje om de zon. De maan draait ook nog een ander rondje; ze draait om de aarde. Ze doet er bijna een maand over om één rondje te gaan. De maan is zelf natuurlijk ook heel groot. Ze heeft dus ook haar eigen zwaartekracht. Sterker nog; de maan trekt een beetje aan de aarde. Dat merk je aan het water van de zee. Als het vloed wordt, wil de maan het water als het ware naar zich toe trekken. Dat lukt natuurlijk niet, want de aarde trekt veel harder. Maar je merkt het wel! Het water komt dan veel verder op het strand. Dat gebeurt elke dag twee keer. De maan trekt niet alleen aan het water, zelfs de bergen zijn een paar millimeter hoger als de maan boven hun toppen staat! Het maanlandschap bestaat uit heuvels, kraters, zand en rotsen. Waar de zon schijnt is het gloeiend heet; 100 graden Celsius boven nul. Waar geen zon komt vriest het 150 graden Celsius onder nul.
Travelling Norway... Nikon DF + pre ai NIKKOR 55mm f/1.2 at f/8.
Explored on July 22 / 2017. ( Best position: 64 )
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“Only once in your life, I truly believe, you find someone who can completely turn your world around. You tell them things that you’ve never shared with another soul and they absorb everything you say and actually want to hear more. You share hopes for the future, dreams that will never come true, goals that were never achieved and the many disappointments life has thrown at you. When something wonderful happens, you can’t wait to tell them about it, knowing they will share in your excitement. They are not embarrassed to cry with you when you are hurting or laugh with you when you make a fool of yourself. Never do they hurt your feelings or make you feel like you are not good enough, but rather they build you up and show you the things about yourself that make you special and even beautiful. There is never any pressure, jealousy or competition but only a quiet calmness when they are around. You can be yourself and not worry about what they will think of you because they love you for who you are. The things that seem insignificant to most people such as a note, song or walk become invaluable treasures kept safe in your heart to cherish forever. Memories of your childhood come back and are so clear and vivid it’s like being young again. Colours seem brighter and more brilliant. Laughter seems part of daily life where before it was infrequent or didn’t exist at all. A phone call or two during the day helps to get you through a long day’s work and always brings a smile to your face. In their presence, there’s no need for continuous conversation, but you find you’re quite content in just having them nearby. Things that never interested you before become fascinating because you know they are important to this person who is so special to you. You think of this person on every occasion and in everything you do. Simple things bring them to mind like a pale blue sky, gentle wind or even a storm cloud on the horizon. You open your heart knowing that there’s a chance it may be broken one day and in opening your heart, you experience a love and joy that you never dreamed possible. You find that being vulnerable is the only way to allow your heart to feel true pleasure that’s so real it scares you. You find strength in knowing you have a true friend and possibly a soul mate who will remain loyal to the end. Life seems completely different, exciting and worthwhile. Your only hope and security is in knowing that they are a part of your life.”
― Bob Marley
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„Omnipresent - but mostly completely unnoticed…“
„Allgegenwärtig - aber doch meist vollkommen unbeachtet…“
My personal challenge for 2022 - I'll try - and do my very best...
Meine persönliche Herausforderung für 2022 - ich werd's versuchen - und mein bestes geben…
I was at the Copper River Shorebird Festival and had been out to Hartney Bay, but there the birds stayed far far away, which I believe was in part because young children were allowed to run around on the mud flats to play and because everybody else walked out there as well. Of course the birds were going to avoid the people there.
The next morning I walked down to the harbor and managed to climb down below the levy next to Odiak Slough and I was by myself. The tide was still out and I could see the large flocks of Western Sandpipers feeding further away from me, so I crouched down and stayed motionless to see what they would do. To my delight they started to swirl towards me and land and feed, each time getting closer and closer until I had birds less than twenty feet from me. I continued to shoot them as they came closer and started to focus on solitary birds in the flock as they looked for food. The birds continued to come ever closer and finally were running and flying past me to find food behind me. They flew so close I could swear they were brushing against my jacket.
And as they continued to move in mass past me I could smell them and they smelled like rotten fish - probably bad breath from eating all those small crustaceans! After they had completely passed I managed to stand but my legs were stiff from having crouched down all that while. But no one else had been there to scare the birds away! What an experience!
Taken 6 May 2018 near Odiak Slough, Cordova, Alaska.
It seems like the Color-Solagon enlarging lenses are almost completely unknown, even among people very familiar with a wide range of enlarging lenses.
Thanks to a couple of helpful people here, as well as the wonderful help of the FOMU - Fotomuseum Antwerpen and its library, I was able to confirm that the Color-Solagon features a 6 elements in 4 groups plasmat design (similar to most of the Componon-S lenses from Schneider Kreuznach), but the only real source I‘ve seen is on the "Color Solagon II 60 mm", which was apparently sold with some of the Varioscop 35/44 enlargers! I wasn‘t able to find a single document on the 70, 80 or 90 mm variants unfortunately, but I‘d guess they were made for a different purpose - either for one of Agfa’s Minilab or some industrial application.
I was able to find some of the Color-Solagon lenses, but unfortunately most of them are in pretty bad shape with either haze, fungus or some mechanical damage, so it‘s impossible to judge the quality in their original state.
The "Color-Solagon DII 90 mm F 4.5" shown here is not mentioned anywhere on the internet as far as I could find at least... I think it might be very similar to the 80 mm variant though.
If you know more about it, or someone who could, I‘d really appreciate any help!
Shot with a Schneider Kreuznach "M-Claron 60 mm F 5.6" lens on a Canon EOS R5.
Name: Digi
Show Completely Digital
Breed: Arabian
Color: Bay
Age: 18
Mare
The final horse in our showcase. Saved the very dearest for last. Digi represents something very powerful for me. She’s not just the FIRST Teegle pet I purchased, but she is a digital memorial to a horse that meant the world to me. There is really nothing more to say, other than she’s one of a kind. Special beyond words. And will always be happily grazing the pastures of my farm.
Digi is a retired equitation horse now full time broodmare on the farm. She’s currently in foal to Bae and I can’t wait to see their baby! Should arrive just in time for Christmas!
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The completely frozen Jokulsarlon lagoon with it's icebergs and the mighty Breiðamerkurjökull glacier in the background...quite a sight...:)!
As I stood on the bank of this lake and watched this Osprey hunting, he suddenly dove, plunged into the water going completely under and then struggled several times to get out and when he did...boy!... did he have the 'catch of the day'! I'm sure nearby fishermen were drooling at this one!
And now for something completely different...
After visiting the Natural History Museum I ventured down to the Design Museum as I'd never been there before.
I had a wander around the building and it's fantastic for architecture photography, but as I was looking at another shot this man caught my eye as he walked up the stairs and I thought he'd make a good subject for a photo.
I don't do much black and white photography but as soon as I took this I knew it had to be black and white to give it the mood I was after. I think it has quite a sci-fi feel to it, it reminds me of something from Logan's Run or one of those other old 70s sci-fi films.
The display at the top level is a permanent installation that changes words from Designer, Maker, User and I think it adds an added interest to the shot.
The Design Museum covers product, industrial, graphic, fashion and architectural design, and it well worth a visit. In 2011, Sir Terence Conran donated £17.5 million to enable the museum to move from its old warehouse location in Shad Thames to a larger site in Kensington which formerly housed the Commonwealth Institute. The new site officially opened in 2016.
Anyway, I hope you like it.
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9.4.09
The flight arrived on time; and the twelve hours while on board passed quickly and without incident. To be sure, the quality of the Cathay Pacific service was exemplary once again.
Heathrow reminds me of Newark International. The décor comes straight out of the sterile 80's and is less an eyesore than an insipid background to the rhythm of human activity, such hustle and bustle, at the fore. There certainly are faces from all races present, creating a rich mosaic of humanity which is refreshing if not completely revitalizing after swimming for so long in a sea of Chinese faces in Hong Kong.
Internet access is sealed in England, it seems. Nothing is free; everything is egregiously monetized from the wireless hotspots down to the desktop terminals. I guess Hong Kong has spoiled me with its abundant, free access to the information superhighway.
11.4.09
Despite staying in a room with five other backpackers, I have been sleeping well. The mattress and pillow are firm; my earplugs keep the noise out; and the sleeping quarters are as dark as a cave when the lights are out, and only as bright as, perhaps, a dreary rainy day when on. All in all, St. Paul's is a excellent place to stay for the gregarious, adventurous, and penurious city explorer - couchsurfing may be a tenable alternative; I'll test for next time.
Yesterday Connie and I gorged ourselves at the borough market where there were all sorts of delectable, savory victuals. There was definitely a European flavor to the food fair: simmering sausages were to be found everywhere; and much as the meat was plentiful, and genuine, so were the dairy delicacies, in the form of myriad rounds of cheese, stacked high behind checkered tabletops. Of course, we washed these tasty morsels down with copious amounts of alcohol that flowed from cups as though amber waterfalls. For the first time I tried mulled wine, which tasted like warm, rancid fruit punch - the ideal tonic for a drizzling London day, I suppose. We later killed the afternoon at the pub, shooting the breeze while imbibing several diminutive half-pints in the process. Getting smashed at four in the afternoon doesn't seem like such a bad thing anymore, especially when you are having fun in the company of friends; I can more appreciate why the English do it so much!
Earlier in the day, we visited the Tate Modern. Its turbine room lived up to its prominent billing what with a giant spider, complete with bulbous egg sac, anchoring the retrospective exhibit. The permanent galleries, too, were a delight upon which to feast one's eyes. Picasso, Warhol and Pollock ruled the chambers of the upper floors with the products of their lithe wrists; and I ended up becoming a huge fan of cubism, while developing a disdain for abstract art and its vacuous images, which, I feel, are devoid of both motivation and emotion.
My first trip yesterday morning was to Emirates Stadium, home of the Arsenal Gunners. It towers imperiously over the surrounding neighborhood; yet for all its majesty, the place sure was quiet! Business did pick up later, however, once the armory shop opened, and dozens of fans descended on it like bees to a hive. I, too, swooped in on a gift-buying mission, and wound up purchasing a book for Godfrey, a scarf for a student, and a jersey - on sale, of course - for good measure.
I'm sitting in the Westminster Abbey Museum now, resting my weary legs and burdened back. So far, I've been verily impressed with what I've seen, such a confluence of splendor and history before me that it would require days to absorb it all, when regretfully I can spare only a few hours. My favorite part of the abbey is the poets corner where no less a literary luminary than Samuel Johnson rests in peace - his bust confirms his homely presence, which was so vividly captured in his biography.
For lunch I had a steak and ale pie, served with mash, taken alongside a Guinness, extra cold - 2 degrees centigrade colder, the bartender explained. It went down well, like all the other delicious meals I've had in England; and no doubt by now I have grown accustomed to inebriation at half past two. Besides, Liverpool were playing inspired football against Blackburn; and my lunch was complete.
Having had my fill of football, I decided to skip my ticket scalping endeavor at Stamford Bridge and instead wandered over to the British Museum to inspect their extensive collections. Along the way, my eye caught a theater, its doors wide open and admitting customers. With much rapidity, I subsequently checked the show times, saw that a performance was set to begin, and at last rushed to the box office to purchase a discounted ticket - if you call a 40 pound ticket a deal, that is. That's how I grabbed a seat to watch Hairspray in the West End.
The show was worth forty pounds. The music was addictive; and the stage design and effects were not so much kitschy as delightfully stimulating - the pulsating background lights were at once scintillating and penetrating. The actors as well were vivacious, oozing charisma while they danced and delivered lines dripping in humor. Hairspray is a quality production and most definitely recommended.
12.4.09
At breakfast I sat across from a man who asked me to which country Hong Kong had been returned - China or Japan. That was pretty funny. Then he started spitting on my food as he spoke, completely oblivious to my breakfast becoming the receptacle in which the fruit of his inner churl was being placed. I guess I understand the convention nowadays of covering one's mouth whilst speaking and masticating at the same time!
We actually conversed on London life in general, and I praised London for its racial integration, the act of which is a prodigious leap of faith for any society, trying to be inclusive, accepting all sorts of people. It wasn't as though the Brits were trying in vain to be all things to all men, using Spanish with the visitors from Spain, German with the Germans and, even, Hindi with the Indians, regardless of whether or not Hindi was their native language; not even considering the absurd idea of encouraging the international adoption of their language; thereby completely keeping English in English hands and allowing its proud polyglots to "practice" their languages. Indeed, the attempt of the Londoners to avail themselves of the rich mosaic of ethnic knowledge, and to seek a common understanding with a ubiquitous English accent is an exemplar, and the bedrock for any world city.
I celebrated Jesus' resurrection at the St. Andrew's Street Church in Cambridge. The parishioners of this Baptist church were warm and affable, and I met several of them, including one visiting (Halliday) linguistics scholar from Zhongshan university in Guangzhou, who in fact had visited my tiny City University of Hong Kong in 2003. The service itself was more traditional and the believers fewer in number than the "progressive" services at any of the charismatic, evangelical churches in HK; yet that's what makes this part of the body of Christ unique; besides, the message was as brief as a powerpoint slide, and informative no less; the power word which spoke into my life being a question from John 21:22 - what is that to you?
Big trees; exquisite lawns; and old, pointy colleges; that's Cambridge in a nutshell. Sitting here, sipping on a half-pint of Woodforde's Wherry, I've had a leisurely, if not languorous, day so far; my sole duty consisting of walking around while absorbing the verdant environment as though a sponge, camera in tow.
I am back at the sublime beer, savoring a pint of Sharp's DoomBar before my fish and chips arrive; the drinking age is 18, but anyone whose visage even hints of youthful brilliance is likely to get carded these days, the bartender told me. The youth drinking culture here is almost as twisted as the university drinking culture in America.
My stay in Cambridge, relaxing and desultory as it may be, is about to end after this late lunch. I an not sure if there is anything left to see, save for the American graveyard which rests an impossible two miles away. I have had a wonderful time in this town; and am thankful for the access into its living history - the residents here must demonstrate remarkable patience and tolerance what with so many tourists ambling on the streets, peering - and photographing - into every nook and cranny.
13.4.09
There are no rubbish bins, yet I've seen on the streets many mixed race couples in which the men tend to be white - the women also belonging to a light colored ethnicity, usually some sort of Asian; as well saw some black dudes and Indian dudes with white chicks.
People here hold doors, even at the entrance to the toilet. Sometimes it appears as though they are going out on a limb, just waiting for the one who will take the responsibility for the door from them, at which point I rush out to relieve them of such a fortuitous burden.
I visited the British Museum this morning. The two hours I spent there did neither myself nor the exhibits any justice because there really is too much to survey, enough captivating stuff to last an entire day, I think. The bottomless well of artifacts from antiquity, drawing from sources as diverse as Korea, and Mesopotamia, is a credit to the British empire, without whose looting most of this amazing booty would be unavailable for our purview; better, I think, for these priceless treasures to be open to all in the grandest supermarket of history than away from human eyes, and worst yet, in the hands of unscrupulous collectors or in the rubbish bin, possibly.
Irene and I took in the ballet Giselle at The Royal Opera House in the afternoon. The building is a plush marvel, and a testament to this city's love for the arts. The ballet itself was satisfying, the first half being superior to the second, in which the nimble dancers demonstrated their phenomenal dexterity in, of all places, a graveyard covered in a cloak of smoke and darkness. I admit, their dance of the dead, in such a gloomy necropolis, did strike me as, strange.
Two amicable ladies from Kent convinced me to visit their hometown tomorrow, where, they told me, the authentic, "working" Leeds Castle and the mighty interesting home of Charles Darwin await.
I'm nursing a pint of Green King Ruddles and wondering about the profusion of British ales and lagers; the British have done a great deed for the world by creating an interminable line of low-alcohol session beers that can be enjoyed at breakfast, lunch, tea and dinner; and their disservice is this: besides this inexhaustible supply of cheap beer ensnaring my inner alcoholic, I feel myself putting on my freshman fifteen, almost ten years after the fact; I am going to have to run a bit harder back in Hong Kong if I want to burn all this malty fuel off.
Irene suggested I stop by the National Art Gallery since we were in the area; and it was an hour well spent. The gallery currently presents a special exhibit on Picasso, the non-ticketed section of which features several seductive renderings, including David spying on Bathsheba - repeated in clever variants - and parodies of other masters' works. Furthermore, the main gallery houses two fabulous portraits by Joshua Reynolds, who happens to be favorite of mine, he in life being a close friend of Samuel Johnson - I passed by Boswells, where its namesake first met Johnson, on my way to the opera house.
14.4.09
I prayed last night, and went through my list, lifting everyone on it up to the Lord. That felt good; that God is alive now, and ever present in my life and in the lives of my brothers and sisters.
Doubtless, then, I have felt quite wistful, as though a specter in the land of the living, being in a place where religious fervor, it seems, is a thing of the past, a trifling for many, to be hidden away in the opaque corners of centuries-old cathedrals that are more expensive tourist destinations than liberating homes of worship these days. Indeed, I have yet to see anyone pray, outside of the Easter service which I attended in Cambridge - for such an ecstatic moment in verily a grand church, would you believe that it was only attended by at most three dozen spirited ones. The people of England, and Europe in general, have, it is my hope, only locked away the Word, relegating it to the quiet vault of their hearts. May it be taken out in the sudden pause before mealtimes and in the still crisp mornings and cool, silent nights. There is still hope for a revival in this place, for faith to rise like that splendid sun every morning. God would love to rescue them, to deliver them in this day, it is certain.
I wonder what Londoners think, if anything at all, about their police state which, like a vine in the shadows, has taken root in all corners of daily life, from the terrorist notifications in the underground, which implore Londoners to report all things suspicious, to the pair of dogs which eagerly stroll through Euston. What makes this all the more incredible is the fact that even the United States, the indomitable nemesis of the fledgling, rebel order, doesn't dare bombard its citizens with such fear mongering these days, especially with Obama in office; maybe we've grown wise in these past few years to the dubious returns of surrendering civil liberties to the state, of having our bags checked everywhere - London Eye; Hairspray; and The Royal Opera House check bags in London while the museums do not; somehow, that doesn't add up for me.
I'm in a majestic bookshop on New Street in Birmingham, and certainly to confirm my suspicions, there are just as many books on the death of Christianity in Britain as there are books which attempt to murder Christianity everywhere. I did find, however, a nice biography on John Wesley by Roy Hattersley and The Screwtape Letters by C.S. Lewis. I may pick up the former.
Lunch with Sally was pleasant and mirthful. We dined at a French restaurant nearby New Street - yes, Birmingham is a cultural capitol! Sally and I both tried their omelette, while her boyfriend had the fish, without chips. Conversation was light, the levity was there and so was our reminiscing about those fleeting moments during our first year in Hong Kong; it is amazing how friendships can resume so suddenly with a smile. On their recommendation, I am on my way to Warwick Castle - they also suggested that I visit Cadbury World, but they cannot take on additional visitors at the moment, the tourist office staff informed me, much to my disappointment!
Visiting Warwick Castle really made for a great day out. The castle, parts of which were established by William the Conquerer in 1068, is as much a kitschy tourist trap as a meticulous preservation of history, at times a sillier version of Ocean Park while at others a dignified dedication to a most glorious, inexorably English past. The castle caters to all visitors; and not surprisingly, that which delighted all audiences was a giant trebuchet siege engine, which for the five p.m. performance hurled a fireball high and far into the air - fantastic! Taliban beware!
15.4.09
I'm leaving on a jet plane this evening; don't know when I'll be back in England again. I'll miss this quirky, yet endearing place; and that I shall miss Irene and Tom who so generously welcomed me into their home, fed me, and suffered my use of their toilet and shower goes without saying. I'm grateful for God's many blessings on this trip.
On the itinerary today is a trip to John Wesley's home, followed by a visit to the Imperial War Museum. Already this morning I picked up a tube of Oilatum, a week late perhaps, which Teri recommended I use to treat this obstinate, dermal weakness of mine - I'm happy to report that my skin has stopped crying.
John Wesley's home is alive and well. Services are still held in the chapel everyday; and its crypt, so far from being a cellar for the dead, is a bright, spacious museum in which all things Wesley are on display - I never realized how much of an iconic figure he became in England; at the height of this idol frenzy, ironic in itself, he must have been as popular as the Beatles were at their apex. The house itself is a multi-story edifice with narrow, precipitous staircases and spacious rooms decorated in an 18th century fashion.
I found Samuel Johnson's house within a maze of red brick hidden alongside Fleet Street. To be in the home of the man who wrote the English dictionary, and whose indefatigable love for obscure words became the inspiration for my own lexical obsession, this, by far, is the climax of my visit to England! The best certainly has been saved for last.
There are a multitude of portraits hanging around the house like ornaments on a tree. Every likeness has its own story, meticulously retold on the crib sheets in each room. Celebrities abound, including David Garrick and Sir Joshua Reynolds, who painted several of the finer images in the house. I have developed a particular affinity for Oliver Goldsmith, of whom Boswell writes, "His person was short, his countenance coarse and vulgar, his deportment that of a scholar awkwardly affecting the easy gentleman. It appears as though I, too, could use a more flattering description of myself!
I regretfully couldn't stop to try the curry in England; I guess the CityU canteen's take on the dish will have to do. I did, however, have the opportune task of flirting with the cute Cathay Pacific counter staff who checked me in. She was gorgeous in red, light powder on her cheeks, with real diamond earrings, she said; and her small, delicate face, commanded by a posh British accent rendered her positively irresistible, electrifying. Not only did she grant me an aisle seat but she had the gumption to return my fawning with zest; she must be a pro at this by now.
I saw her again as she was pulling double-duty, collecting tickets prior to boarding. She remembered my quest for curry; and in the fog of infatuation, where nary a man has been made, I fumbled my words like the sloppy kid who has had too much punch. I am just an amateur, alas, an "Oliver Goldsmith" with the ladies - I got no game - booyah!
Some final, consequential bits: because of the chavs, Burberry no longer sells those fashionable baseball caps; because of the IRA, rubbish bins are no longer a commodity on the streets of London, and as a result, the streets and the Underground of the city are a soiled mess; and because of other terrorists from distant, more arid lands, going through a Western airport has taken on the tedium of perfunctory procedure that doesn't make me feel any safer from my invisible enemies.
At last, I saw so many Indians working at Heathrow that I could have easily mistaken the place for Mumbai. Their presence surprised me because their portion of the general population surely must be less than their portion of Heathrow staff, indicating some mysterious hiring bias. Regardless, they do a superb job with cursory airport checks, and in general are absurdly funny and witty when not tactless.
That's all for England!
Completely unexpected! As silver Renault Mégane FJ63 GGZ passes by unaware, East Midlands Trains 43082 soars over Sileby Viaduct working 1D42 London St Pancras International to Nottingham, with 43050 on the rear. 19/05/18.
Was working on a little free form several months back of some sappers digging the mine tunnels at Messines Ridge, scrapped it and completely forgot about it but I found a pic of the WIP so here ya go.
I'll be everything that I wanna be
I am confidence in insecurity
I am a voice yet waiting to be heard
I'll shoot the shot, bang, that you hear round the world
And I'm a one girl revolution.
Excuse the grain. & yes, ladies & gentlemen, I know I have a massive ass.
For some completely messed up reason I woke up before 7am this morning && I couldn't sleep for ages. When I woke up I read the paper & made lunch while texting Hannah deciding what we were going to do today.
I walked up to town - IN THE RAIN - & met Hannah while she ran some errands for her mum. Then we went back to her house & spent ages looking through cookery books before deciding to make butterfly cakes. After all that we ate butterfly cakes while watching TV with her dad & then we walked back to school while she walked Chester who seemed determined to trip me up.
My Benny had to be taken to the vets today for an x-ray because they thought that he had a piece of grass up his nose (he didn't) so because he had been sedated we were told we weren't allowed to let him out in case he collapsed somewhere. Now, for WEEKS I have been telling my parents that I hate them leaving the doors open all over the house because it makes me freezing, but they keep doing it and BENNY ESCAPED & WE CAN'T FIND HIM ANYWHERE. I love that kitty so much. He is my baby && I'm so worried for him.
So then in the evening I ate dinner with my parents (potato skins) while my brother was out at his running club, & then I watched The Little Mermaid, went outside to take photos.
I originally tried this fairy wings photo because I want to do a series with them, but it was too dark & the flash ruined it & without the flash it was too grainy. My Mom helped me take some of the fairy wing photos but it started raining so she went inside & I stayed out. My wings are now drying by the boiler. As a last resort I went & lay across our freezers.
&& then I came inside & watched TV while trying to fix this photo. Not as grainy as it originally was. The other one I took was worse.
& MY PARENTS JUST TOLD ME BENNY'S BACK.
Okay, he was totally soaked, && I towel dried him & he purred loudly & happily & then I had a long conversation with my parents in the kitchen where we discussed my birthday.
My last three birthdays haven't been great really, so I'm not bothering to celebrate them in anyway, but my Dad said ages ago that I should go out for dinner with my family so tonight my Dad said we could go anywhere I wanted, but THEN my Mom says that actually my brother has an exam the next day so we can't go out. FFS. That's not fair. They told me I could go out for lunch. Sunday lunch. Oh joy. && then they said maybe Saturday night, oh wait, no, they have a function to go to, & there is no damn way I'm going out on Friday night. Seriously. I hate birthdays. They are always so shit. Ugh. I'm feeling down now. & angry. My brother has been getting so much support for his exams from my parents (which I never got) so if we are going to go out as a family he can damn well miss out on one night of revision.
AAARGH.
I guess I'd say the same if I was my brother, but the thing is my brother doesn't even really care about revising.
Anyway, I'M GETTING MY HAIR DONE TOMORROW. YAY!!!
I need sleep. I have Eucharist tomorrow. I sing well in practises, but never as well in public. Which sucks. && then I'm going with Hannah & my Mom to get my hair done & buy presents for teachers for all the extra help they've given me. & then I have a choir concert in the evening.
Buenas Noches. (I wish more of my friends spoke Spanish because it's much easier to text in Spanish than in English.)
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Golden Gate Bridge from the Marin Headlands - Marin County, California
This morning I had planned on uploading something completely different, but when I saw the foggy conditions over the bay, I decided to head out to the same old spots along the Marin Headlands. As I have said before, I will never get sick of this view. It will never get old to me, and it will never be the same view twice. Sure... Some elements stay the same. The bridge will always be where it is. The places to stand and watch the fog roll in or out will stay the same, but the light, and fog will always change.
This morning the fog was a bit unusual. When I arrived up at the first turnout along the headlands, the fog was flowing east to west just underneath the center section of the bridge. The fog started to surround the north tower, which normally starts to clear as the air warms with the rising sun. Within minutes, the south tower started to become engulfed in the misty haze. The odd thing for me to see was the fog building inside the bay rather than rolling in from the Pacific. I know this has happened before, I have just never seen it in person.
So this is not exactly what I had planned for the day, but its a special view to me, and always will be.
Thanks for the views, comments, nice notes, bad notes, criticism, or whatever else you all can come up with....
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So, as I attended Summer School for my district to get the completely useless "required classes" out of the way, I brought along my new sketchbook.
And boy howdy, am I glad I did.
These doodles are not arranged an a page like this; I dragged and dropped them and rearranged them using Photoshop. The doodles pictured actually span seven one-sided pages (four and a half front-and-back).
These are Things with Faces and People Without. The People Without are my response to my inner stick-figurer-er, and I just like giving weird things silly faces.
The Disney Store's just released Toddler Brave Merida 16'' Doll photographed alone, after being completely deboxed.
The Toddler Merida is outfitted with a blue satin dress with gold trim and a gold sash, white tights and blue shoes. All of these items are easy to take off and put back on.
She has a huge round head with a huge blue eyes with a hint of yellow around the pupils, freckles across her cheeks and up her nose to her forehead, thin lips in a sassy smirk, furrowed rusty red-orange eyebrows, topped with a massive head of red-orange curly hair. Most of her hair is in curls, with lots of styling product making it rather stiff and crunchy in texture. Contrast this with the Animators' Collection Ariel doll, who has soft curls (without any hair styling product) which can be combed or brushed without ruining the hairdo. I don't think I will dare to do the same with Merida.
Her construction is the same as that of the Disney Animators' Collection dolls that came out late last year. That is, Toddler Merida's body and joints are all the same as those of the Animators' dolls, but with her own unique head mold, of course.
Her feet are large and flat, with flat shoes. Therefore, she can stand on her own two feet, but since she is top heavy and has a massive head of hair, she is a little unstable unless on a hard flat surface.
She has movable head, arms and legs. Because her hip joints only rotate in a fixed plane about 45 degrees from the axis of her body, her legs must splay out to her sides in order for her to sit down. Her head is on a partial ball joint, and can swivel 360 degrees around, 30 degrees down and 10 degrees up, making for very realistic posing. Her arms are joined at her shoulders via partial ball joints, so they can rotate 360 degrees, and up about 30 degrees.
I just bought all three different Merida dolls from my local Disney Store, on release day. They are the 16'' toddler ($24.50), 20'' plush ($19.50) and 11'' classic ($16.50).
The US Disney Store has just released (on Monday April 23, 2012) various merchandise, including poseable dolls, for Merida, the Scottish heroine of the upcoming animated feature Brave. They are available both online and in stores. The movie's premiere is on June 22 in the US.
Thanks to the haven of gorgeous wonders that is Doves Farm, here we have a gluten-free, brown bread flour that is at once easy to handle and completely delicious. For those of you who like to prepare and blend (even grind) your own flours - and I will join you, eventually - I have listed the flour ingredients in order of largest amount first but for now I must allow your experience (or intuition if you're new to blending) to be your guide when it comes to relative proportions. It is my intention to contact Doves Farm, organic farmers and cultivators of home baking, regarding the reverse engineering of product components for home use. In my mind I group such things as knowledge of organic farming, recipes and ingredients with the free software movement but who knows which of my favourite gluten-free-product-producing companies share... well, anything. A topic for a post to the upcoming blog, perhaps.
Currently, I'm making this for one (I miss you, BooBoo) so...
Handmade, gluten-free, brown bread pitta
Ingredients:
about 100g Doves Farm Brown Bread Flour
(components: rice, tapioca, potato, maize, sarrasin & carob flours, sugar beet fibre, xanthan gum)
generous pinch of salt
2 tbsp oil (olive, vegetable and sunflower all work well) + a few drops for the pan
between 60ml and 90ml semi-skimmed milk
Utensils:
a 1lt glass mixing bowl
a metal fork
a metal tablespoon
a small wooden spoon, about 1½" x 2" (~4x5cm) at the bowl part
a shallow dinner plate, preferably glass without raised rim,
though any portable, flat, glass or marble surface will do
a large (at least 9" (23cm) diameter) shallow frying pan or skillet
flat metal spatula or pizza slice
a bread knife
(no scoffing at utensil specification, please. It's important!)
Method:
1. put the flour in the mixing bowl
2. add the pinch of salt, then a tiny bit more for luck ;-)
3. mix lightly but quite thoroughly with a metal fork
4. give the bowl a little tap to level the flour
5. measure each tablespoon of oil and drizzle over the flour
6. mix the flour and oil with the fork until small spheres of various sizes are formed
7. using the metal tablespoon, scrape any residual flour+oil from the fork into the bowl
8. add a little of the milk and with the back of the wooden spoon begin gathering the mixture together with circular movements, first around the inside wall of the bowl, then through the centre of the mixture. When it looks a bit dry and starts to separate, add a little more milk and repeat, making sure that with each sweep of the spoon you transfer sticky mixture from the bowl surface to the dough
9. mix and gather the dough quite loosely into a sticky ball. It should only take about four or five tablespoons of milk (about 2-2½fl oz (60-75ml)) to achieve the correct consistency
10. dust a big pinch of flour over the top of the dough and another into the bowl around its base
11. roll the ball around in the flour with the back of the wooden spoon until the dough is covered with flour. At this point you can form the dough into more of a sphere by pulling it in various directions up the sides of the bowl with the back of the wooden spoon but don't press too hard into the dough as this will expose the sticky part and cause the sphere to split
12. pick up the ball and form it gently with your hands. Doesn't it feel nice? 8-)
13. dust the plate or flat surface with flour and place the ball in the centre
14. with the flat palm of your least dexterous hand, begin flattening the ball, little by little in the following way: press with the palm, then with your hand still on the dough, pinch the edge with the thumb of the same hand to help keep the edges of the emerging circle from splitting. Rotate the plate or surface a little with your dexterous hand and repeat. When the circle is about 5" (12cm) diameter, carefully lift the dough and dust more flour underneath. Replace the dough, dust a little flour over the top and continue, now working from the centre outwards to carefully expand the circle, keeping the surface as even as you can. Continue until the dough is roughly 3/16" (4mm) thick (thin!) and about 8" (20cm) in diameter
15. oil the surface of the pan. I do this by adding a few drops and spreading it all over the surface with my hand. Well it works! Place over a medium (or just below medium) heat
16. while the pan heats up for about a minute, carefully slide the pizza slice under the dough, bit by bit, rotating the plate as before to ensure no part of the circle is sticking
17. slide the dough circle into the pan, give it a bit of a shake to centre and cook for about four minutes each side
After three minutes or so air pockets will start to form and expand. It is at this point you know you did your mixing correctly and will ultimately have somewhere to stuff the filling of your choice. A little scorchin' is desirable so don't worry if your pitta has a few dark marks on it; they taste good!
Let your finished pitta cool a little before cutting it across the middle, then carefully open up each half with a bread knife.
Voi - là!
Completely, utterly, irrevocably SOOC. For like the first time ever. No time :)
Literally just on my way out, so took a quick portrait of me ready hahaa :) It's hannah's birthday *HAPPY BIRTHDAY HANNAH* so I'm off over to hers :)
I DROVE FOR THE FIRST TIME TODAY! Mum took me to an abandoned airfield and I learnt that I am terrible behind the wheel, but it was brilliant fun. I only stalled like eight times, but I did reach fifth gear.. by, uh.. accident..
This is a scene from Sarah Seely's production of "How To Disappear Completely." Based on hearsay, nostalgia, and only the finest in American propaganda, "How to Disappear Completely" is a satirical romp through the Cold War, Red Scare, and life in fear of... the bomb. From the desk of Sarah Seely invites you to spend a moment away from the unprecedented consumerist frivolity of today's war-faring United States to take a trip back in time to mid-20th century America - an era when, in the shadow of nuclear annihilation, families bar-be-qued on backyard patios, mothers shopped for the latest in space age home management technology, and everyone tried to keep up with the Joneses. At times bawdy and hysterical, alarming and outrageous, "How to Disappear Completely" incorporates elements of dance, theater, burlesque, video, and just a touch of audience interaction into a series of vignettes set in cocktail parties, war trenches, and grade school classrooms. Cleverly placed advertisements along with the hit music of the day provide the feel and comfort of the classic television you grew up with, and the safety of knowing that while the mushroom clouds are bursting forth outside your bomb shelter, you too can keep a positive attitude and a winning smile. Written and directed by Sarah Seely. With excerpts from “Duck and Cover” by Archer Productions, Inc. and the U.S. Federal Civil Defense Administration, 1951. Choreographed by Sarah Seely in conjunction with the performers. Performed by Amy Baumgarten, Jonathan Ciccarelli, Adam MacLean, Brian Maloney, Flanagan Smith, Moira Stone, and Julie Turner. Music by Patrik Phalen. Video by Nicky Enright. [Photography by Dominique James. Copyright © 2008. All rights reserved. For authorized use only. Visit www.dominiquejames.com for more information or email dominiquejames@mac.com for inquiries. Also, follow Dominique James at Twitter.]
A lovely chamois observes me into the night, perhaps rightly wondering "what the heck he is doing, here, at this hour?" :-) ... while the moon begins to rise between Mount Giusalet (3.313 m) and Dents d'Ambin (3.372 m), Savoie, France.
It's impossible to try to explain in words, but the company of these animals at high altitude is something indescribably precious.
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Posted for Window Wednesday
I was walking through Deep Cove yesterday when I saw this old gate that at one time had window panes in it. Most of them were completely gone or broken, and some had chicken wire in them. I see faces everywhere anyway, but really, this one almost reminded me of the Pillsbury Dough Boy :)
6880 Betton Grange works towards Weybourne with the 1155 Sheringham to Holt service, on a completely clear day in North Norfolk.
Cake:
2 cups sifted cake flour
1 1/4 cups sugar, divided
2 1/2 tsp baking powder
1/2 tsp salt
7 tbsp canola or light olive oil
1/3 cup fresh lime juice (about 3)
3 tbsps water
finely grated rind of 2 limes
3 egg yolks
8 egg whites
1 tsp cream of tarttar
Lime curd:
8 large egg yolks
1/4 cup freshly squeezed lime juice (3-4 limes)
1/4 cup freshly squeezed lemon juice (1 -2 lemons)
1 cup sugar
1/8 tsp salt
1 stick (113 g) unsalted butter, cold, cut into pieces
Frosting:
2 cups heavy cream
2 tbsp sugar
2 tsp gelatin
1/4 cup water
~ 900 ml blueberries
To prepare cake, line bottoms of the 3 (8-inch) cake pans with parchment paper, coat with cooking spray.
Combine 2 cups cake flour, 1 cup sugar, baking powder and salt in a large bowl, stirring with a whisk, until well combined.Combine oil, 1/3 cup juice, 3 tbsp water, rind and egg yolks in a medium bowl, stirring with a whisk. Add oil mixture to flour mixture, beat with a mixer at medium speed just until smooth.
Place egg whites in a large bowl, beat with with a mixer at high speed until foamy. Add cream of tartar, beat until soft peaks form. Gradually add remaining 1/4 cup sugar, beating until stiff peaks form. Gently stir one-fourthof egg mixture into flour mixture, gently fold in remaining egg white mixture.
Divide cake batter equally among prepared pans. Bake at 325F for 20 minutes. Cool in pans for 10 minutes, remove from pans. remove wax paper from cake layers. Cool completely on wire rack.
Lime curd:
Beat egg yolks and sugar until light in colour and sugar almost dissolves. Add lime juice and lemon juice, half of the zest, and salt to the egg yolk mixture. Cook in a heavy-bottom saucepan over medium heat, stirring constantly with a wooden spoon ( be sure to scrape the sides of the pan) until mixture is thick enough to coat back of the spoon ~8-10 minutes. Remove saucepan from the heat. Add butter, stirring until smooth and the remaining zest.Refrigerate until chilled and set, at least 1 hour.
For stabilized whipped cream, combine gelatin and water, allw to soften for 5 minutes, then, dissolve gelatin overlow heat. Gelatin must be liquid , but not warm.
In the chilled bowl beat the cream and sugar just until traces of beater marks begin to show distinctly. Add the gelatin mixture in a teady stream, beating constantly and beat just until stiff peaks form when beater is raised.
To assemble cake, place 1 cake layer on a plate, spread ~ 1/3 of lime curd over cake layer, scatter blueberries. Top with secon layer, 1/3 of lime curd, and blueberries and third layer. Combine the ramining lime curd with whipped cream and spread frosting over top and sides of cake. Garnish with blueberries.
Each of us has events in our lives that entail global changes. The most significant ones are birth, death, relocation. It is after such turning points that many things immediately fall into place. It becomes clear what is important in this life and what is not, what has value, and what is not worth wasting time and effort on...
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These large flies are approximately 1-1/8 inches (30 mm) in length and have a wingspan of about 2 inches (50 mm). They are completely black except for a bright orange on the top of the abdominal segment.
They are harmless to humans but are beneficial in the yard and garden because of the predatory diet of larvae. Adults feed on other insects and caterpillars, including flies of other species, but they may also drink nectar.
Two weeks ago this drove was plastered in mud and completely waterlogged and now after all the sunshine and showers everything has just shot up..I had to mow our lawn twice this week ..This isn't our lawn by the way! All across the moor the Rape flowers have taken over from the nearby arable fields up on the slopes of the Polden hills..They have seeded themselves where once there was frothy billows of white Cow parsley alongside our rhynes..This shocking shade of yellow, although some think bright and cheery, is a retina-bashing assault compared to our native softer colours.
Of course Charlie, my small brown chum, is not bothered by any of this and is more concerned with trying to navigate himself through the long grass...can you see him?
Totality....
The clouds completely obscured the most talked about celestial event of my lifetime, I had never witnessed a total solar eclipse and this was the opportunity of a lifetime for me.
The disappointment was palpable and I was a little saddened as I knew I may never have this opportunity to photograph it again.
It got very dark vary fast, the birds were acting oddly and some of them seemed confused as to what was happening. I noticed this robin who flew directly over our heads and landed in a tree just behind us I took this shot of him.
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Der Goetheturm ist ein 1931 vollständig aus Holz erbauter, 43,3 Meter hoher Aussichtsturm am nördlichen Rand des Frankfurter Stadtwaldes in Sachsenhausen (Stadtteil von Frankfurt am Main) im Sachsenhäuser Landwehrweg. In der Nacht zum 12. Oktober 2017 wurde er durch Brandstiftung zerstört. Der Wiederaufbau begann im November 2019. Fertiggestellt war der neue Goetheturm im August 2020.
The Goethe Tower (German: Goetheturm) is a 43-metre high public observation tower built entirely out of wood on the northern edge of Frankfurt City. The building was completely destroyed in a fire due to arson on 12 October 2017. The new tower was completely assembled from chestnut and oak wood on 28 July 2020.