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Harder to wield than a single knife.
Inspired by the Tarot card the Seven of Swords, which I've drawn an absurd number of times this week.
We're all friends here right?
I don't try to hide my insanity from you guys.
I make no attempt to conceal my inner freak do I?
But this one...
I've been grappling with for a little while.
I need your help.
I don't know what to make of this.
It's that I've been having this recurring dream.
It's so vivid and real.
I wake up remembering the colors and the textures.
Even the smells and the tastes.
I've been having it for about six months I think.
You know I really like spicy foods.
The hotter the better.
And I love me some really good chili.
I've talked to my dog about this dream and she listens so intently.
Her brow furrows and she does that head tilt.
But that's all she's got for me.
Well...
in my dream there's this pipeline that brings chili to the United States from Canada.
Just like a pipeline that carries oil.
Only this pipeline is pumping lots of chili from the great north.
I don't know why I dream about the 'Chili Pipeline' but I do.
In the dream I've found this place...
where the pipeline comes above ground...
and there's this valve that doesn't have a lock on it...
I go there and I fill buckets up with this chili and I share it with my friends.
It's not great chili...
I'm always addin' spices and stuff to it...
then it's great chili.
What in the hell does this dream mean?
Everytime I go to the 'Chili Pipeline' I see people from the past... friends of mine that just happen to be walkin' by the 'Chili Pipeline' that day.
Inevitably they're wearing the clothes I saw them in last.
I'm always happy to point out that they can score some chili there too.
Usually after I spice up the chili we sit down and eat some and talk about old times.
The dream is almost always the same.
The people I encounter in it are different.
It's not like I'm chili deficient in my life.
I make chili whenever I want.
Great chili.
In the crock pot.
Just the way I like it.
There's no shortage of chili in my life.
The dream's not filling a void in that way.
I share chili with my friends on occasion.
I'm totally cognizant that I've created the 'Chili Pipeline' in my subconscious.
I've always believed that dreams are our subconscious trying to cope with something or trying to convey some message to us.
Obviously I have some pretty strange dreams.
Most of them I can pretty easily figure out the meaning of.
Most of them don't recur though either.
I need your help.
I'm reaching out to the flickrverse with this one.
What does the 'Chili Pipeline' mean?
Why is my subconscious using the 'Chili Pipeline' to convey some message to me?
It's not an unpleasant dream.
Although some of my friends don't think it's a good idea for me to be tappin' the 'Chili Pipeline.'
Most of them are just happy to see me and share some chili with me.
last night as I tapped the 'Chili Pipeline' I did it in a canoe.
The weird thing was that I paddled the canoe down the street... not in the water.
Like everytime I have the 'Chili Pipeline' dream I woke up laughing.
The 'street canoe' was just another funny aspect of it.
But as the morning wore on I wondered what it meant.
Maybe I better tell the good doctor about the 'Chili Pipeline.'
I'd just hate to have my shrink think I'm crazy you know?
Maybe you guys can help me figure out what it means?
Seems like the two are hiding within the bed of flowers, but actually they're just viewing some pics via the digicam screen.
This is a part of my project for english.
It compares Amanda from The Glass Menagerie and Blanche from A Streetcar Named Desire.
We had to pick a symbol that connects either Amanda/Blanche, Laura/Stella, or Tom/Stanley and create a drawing to portray that word.
I chose the word conceal, and though I like drawing, I felt that taking a photo would be more up my alley so I asked and she let me. I'm really happy with the way this came out, even though things didn't go as planned.
The last weekend in March, I flitted about between my home valley, around the River Colne and the Narrow Canal, and the Calder Valley and its river and canal. I didn't have any luck with the herons and owls but I came across a lovely Mandarin Duck in a location that I haven't been to in a while and never with a view to photographing wildlife. I've been back numerous times since and not seen it again. There are a lot of wrens around but, bearing in mind I don't conceal myself at all, it takes some doing to get close enough to these tiny birds to get nice shots. After recent floods the River Calder is like one of these heavily polluted rivers that you see in documentaries. The litter, shredded plastic bags, and anything else you care to name fill the branches of the trees eight foot above the water line. I took a few photos with my phone when I went back the following weekend.
MG Midget TF 1500 (1953-5) Engine 1466cc S4 OHV
Production 3,400 TF 1500s plus 9,602 TF1250s
Registration Number 620 UYF (London)
MG ALBUM
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The TF 1250 Midget suceeded the TD Midget in October 1953, redesigned with a lower sloping bonnet and radiator grille concealing a new pressurised cooling system, restyled interior, adjustable front seats and a wire wheel option unavailable on the TD. and powered by the same XPAG engine with extra large valves stronger valve springs and larger carburettors, combining to increase output to 57.5bhp.
The TF 1500 arrived in mid-1954, with the same appearance (except badge) as the 1953 TF 1250 but with the larger 63bhp 1466cc XPEG engine, the last of the Nuffield engines. Very much an interim shape between the upright earlier models and the sleek MGA
Diolch am 80,490,252 o olygfeydd anhygoel, mae pob un yn cael ei werthfawrogi'n fawr.
Thanks for 80,490,252 amazing views, every one is greatly appreciated.
Shot 30.05.2021. at Capesthorne Hall car show, Siddington Cheshire 145-095
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St Mary, Ixworth, Suffolk
Coming back to Ixworth after almost twenty years away, I found that I couldn't remember where the church was. Being too lazy to get out my map, and not stupid enough to use a satnav, I cycled up the long hill of that remarkably good high street until I reached the fire station at the top, and then I was back in open country. Finally checking the map, I found that the church was at the bottom of the hill. Still, it didn't take long to get back there.
Ixworth is one of those small towns, or large villages, that Suffolk seems to do so well. The Bury St Edmunds to Diss and Stowmarket to Thetford roads cross here, but both are now carried past the village on bypasses, and so Ixworth has the pleasant air of a relatively remote and self-sufficient place, with a shop, a post-office, a couple of decent pubs, and that pre-requisite of modern rural civilisation, a ladies' hairdresser. There's a super little water mill on the road to Pakenham, actually in Pakenham parish but closer to here. Ixworth is not to be confused with Ixworth Thorpe, a tiny hamlet a mile or two to the north, with a stunning little thatched church, and especially not with Ickworth, home of the Marquis of Bristol, some ten miles to the south-west.
As I say, the church is immediately beside the High Street, but as it is concealed from it by a row of shops and houses I felt vindicated for cycling past it without noticing. A short driveway leads into a small churchyard, out of which rises a pretty big church, apparently all built on the eve of the Reformation. This is pretty much the case, since the late 15th and early 16th century replaced everything except the porch and the chancel. There are even dates for the completion of the tower. That other great age of faith, the late 19th century, replaced the chancel. All pieces of the ensemble are pretty typical of their ages.
Look west of the church, and you can see the site of the former Ixworth Priory. Most of this has now gone, but the vaulted undercroft has been retained as part of the current house on the site. There are more ruins visible from the High Street further west.
You step into the feel of a thoroughly urban church, as at Yoxford. This is partly a result of the rather mediocre 1855 restoration, with its sombre benches, but is also to do with the size of St Mary, and its serious east window. With the aisles, the nave feels as wide as it is long. Towards the west, the space beneath the tower has been converted into a meeting room, all finished rather well in the early 1980s manner. I was glad that I had Sam Mortlock's book with me, because he told me about something rather fascinating I'd find inside the meeting room, if I had been able to get in (it was locked). Several of the dedicatory tiles that were set in the buttresses of the newly-finished tower in the 16th century have been reset here.
One of them is to a local man called Thome Vyal. I could just make it out through the glass door. Mortlock tells us that his will was proved in 1472, and he gave four pounds to the steeple. The interesting thing about it is that we know Vyal was a carpenter, so he probably worked in this church, where no woodwork of the period survives, but perhaps also at nearby Ixworth Thorpe, where much does. Additionally, many of the churches round about here are famous for their bench ends. Even more fascinating is the fact that the font here clearly includes carpentry tools among the symbols on the shields. Perhaps this suggests that Ixworth was once a centre of excellence for woodcarving, and one wonders what we might have found here before the Victorian restoration.
The sombreness of the nave is barely enlightened by the clerestory, and isn't helped by several heavy memorials around the north doorway. But the lady chapel at the end of the north aisle is rather sweet. In medieval times, it was the chapel of the guild of St James, says Mortlock. In any case, there is plenty of evidence of the busy life of the parish, so the gloom doesn't weigh you down too much.
The base of the roodscreen survives, and you step up through it into the 19th century chancel. Now, this is really serious - the great east window positively frowns on you. Up in the sanctuary, the Victorians reset the perky tomb of Richard Coddington. Brasses of Coddington and his wife are set within a semi-circular relief, and the tomb chest beneath glows with heraldry.
Coddington was not from Suffolk at all, and could never have expected to end up buried here. However, when the monasteries were suppressed in the 1530s, Henry VIII offered the estate and lands of Ixworth Priory to Coddington in exchange for the village he owned near Ewell in Surrey. This was good business for Coddington, but unfortunate for the villagers of the little settlement of Cuddington, because Henry had their houses and church erased from the map. In their place, he built the massive pile of Nonesuch Palace, the largest, grandest and most highly decorated single construction in England during the course of the 16th century. It was furnished with all the great riches that continental Europe had to offer. It was surrounded by an amazing park, woodlands and rides. I suppose that it is good to know that the irreplaceable treasures of the English medieval church weren't all frittered away on pointless and fruitless sieges of French coastal towns.
Nonesuch Palace no longer exists. When the English royal family could no longer keep itself in the manner to which it had become accustomed, the house was demolished for building materials. This seems to have taken a considerable time, for destruction began in the 1680s, but at least one of the towers was still standing in the early 18th century. Oliver Cromwell himself had overseen the selling off of the contents during the Commonwealth, and his parliament had ordered the cutting down of most of the trees for shipbuilding. Hardly a memory survives today.
But Richard Coddington lies here, probably still feeling quietly pleased with himself.
Lo malo de llevar los ojos puestos delante de la cara es que a veces vemos cosas, que no deberíamos haber visto. Aqui pongo versión resumida del cuento de Candaules y Giges, que es el cuenta Christin Scott Thomas en el "Paciente inglés"
Una de miss escenas favoritas: www.youtube.com/watch?v=2dCLQWW7GQo
The fact we have a couple of eyes under the forehead, is that sometimes we watch things not to be seen. I here copy the tale of Candaules and Gyges. As it's told by Christin Scott Thomas in one of my favorites scene of "the english pacient"
www.youtube.com/watch?v=2dCLQWW7GQo
CANDAULES Y GIGES
Candaules rey de Lidia estaba apasionadamente enamorado de su esposa. Un dÍa dijo a Giges: "Me parece que no me crees cuando te digo cuan hermosa es mi mujer". Y aunque le contestó que la reina le parecía magnífica, el rey insistió en encontrar una manera de demostrarle que era la más bella de todas las mujeres.
"Te esconderé en su habitación, y cuando ella se desvista dejando sus vestimentas una a una en el asiento junto a la entrada podrás contemplarla a placer."
Esa noche, todo sucede tal como el rey había previsto, hasta que la reina queda desnuda a la vista de Gyges. Verdaderamente era más hermosa de lo que había podido imaginar.
Pero la reina levanta la mirada y siente un estremecimiento al descubrir a Giges oculto en las sombras, mas no dice nada.
Al dia siguiente lo manda llamar, y le exige una explicación. Cuando Giges le cuenta lo sucedido, la reina le dice: "Habrías de morir por mirar aquello que no hubieras debido ver. O bien, mata a mi esposo que me ha deshonrado y toma su lugar como rey".
Giges mató a Candaules, se casó con la reina y gobernó Lidia durante 28 años.
The Story of Candaules and Gyges.
King Candaules was passionately in love with his wife. One day he said to Gyges, the son of Daskylus, "I don't think you believe me when I tell you how beautiful my wife is". And although Gyges replied he did find the Queen magnificent the King insisted he would find some way to prove beyond dispute that she was fairest of all women.
I will hide you in the room where we sleep, said Candaules.
When my wife comes to lie down she always lays her garments one by one on a seat near the entrance of the room, and from where you stand you will be able to gaze on her at your leisure...
And that evening, it's exactly as the King had told him, she goes to the chair and removes her clothes, one by one,until she stand naked in full view of Gyges. And indeed she was more lovely than he could have imagined.
But then the Queen looked up and saw Gyges concealed in the shadows. And though she said nothing, she shuddered.The next day she sent for Gyges and challenged him. And hearing his story,she said this: "You deserve death for gazing on that which you should not, or else kill my husband who shamed me and become King in his place".
So Gyges killed the King and married the Queen and became ruler of Lydia for twenty eight years. The End.
Our vertical herb garden experiment. We're trying out the Holman Greenwall product with herbs on our west facing balcony. Let's see how it goes.
I look really creepy.
I was experimenting with lighting in my room.
I'd have used natural light if it wasn't dark, haha :)
Sorry guys, I know. It freaks me out too :(
24------52-in-2015-------------Hidden or Concealed
Seen in 52 in 2015 Challenge
What is the message with one image + the other image = ?? First image & second image says..............title???
Please forgive the terrible quality of this low light iphone shot taken at the Photo Oxford 'Conceal / Reveal' Exhibition launch. From left to right, Alan Capal (Head of Content at Alamy), Benet Slay (Photo Oxford Patron & Trustee) and Curators Tim Clark & Greg Hobson.
I was lucky to have one of my photos chosen for inclusion having came 4th in the #Photocrowd 'Crown vote' for the Exhibition Open Call.
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Please forgive my absence I did night duty last night with Ella. She is such a dear little mouse, all arms and long legs but I got very little sleep and it is very hot here today. I am looking forward to seeing what you have done in my absence in the cool of the evening.
We had a trip to Prague in January – for Jayne’s birthday - we don’t buy Christmas or birthday presents, we travel instead. We left snowy England for a very, very dull and grey Czech Republic. Yet again I was on a photographic downer looking at the weather forecast, grey is the colour that haunts me. Fortunately it was dull grey and not burnt highlight inducing bright grey.With the grey sky acting like a big diffuser I was going to have deep shadow and contrast to deal with. We had three very short spells of broken cloud which gave us a bit of sun and colour, which I managed to more or less anticipate so we managed to be in decent locations every time – generally somewhere high.
We had been upgraded to a five star hotel, apparently our original choice was flooded. We got compensation and five star hotel upgrade– a first for me. The Art Nouveau Palace has a beautiful interior, with beautiful rooms, the breakfast room was fantastic, as was the breakfast it has to be said. We were able to have an early breakfast so were out on foot just after eight. It was very cold – and dull! We spent the whole week well wrapped up. It drizzled for a day, but never really wet us, it snowed for a day, again we didn’t get wet and the snow didn’t settle. We walked 65 mile, spending plenty of time checking buildings and their interiors out – and coffee shop and bar interiors it has to be said. Although it was dull and sometimes wet I decided that the Camera was staying in my hands for the whole trip. Whenever I put it in my backpack for one reason or another I regret it.
Again, I didn’t look at any photographs of Prague before we got there, I like to just walk and discover, with the DK guidebook in my pocket (which is full of photos it has to be said). We like to get off the beaten track and see the grittier side of the places we visit – within reason! Prague has an incredible tram network, over 1000 trams – with many of them Tatra Eastern Bloc machines. The system seems chaotic but in reality it is incredible with one of the largest networks and highest usages in the world. The trams and cars frequently share the same road space with very little in the way of drama, none of the inexplicable and pathetic constant horn blowing one finds in many countries. Once it became apparent that buildings with a grey blanket as a background were going to be a bit un-inspirational I decided that the trams would be a good focal point instead. Where I have photographed one of the older trams against a background without clues it is easy to imagine that the photos were taken fifty years ago.
The train network also provided photo opportunities. The rolling stock ranges from old Eastern Bloc to very modern double decker’s and pendolinos. There are three stations although we visited the main station and Smichov. The main station interior is art deco and has been renovated by a private company. The exterior and the platforms are very rundown with a grim eastern bloc 1950’s feel –but it works! We discovered to our amusement that we could just walk across multiple lines, no health and safety, just keep your eyes open and don’t walk under a train – you’ll make a mess. Smichov station was grim, it didn’t help that it snowed all day and was grey and bitter. We felt like we were in a 50’s film set in Russia, broken concrete platforms and dereliction. With both stations there was another world underneath them. The underground Metro is running seamlessly and efficiently away beneath your feet. I didn’t have any problems taking photos anywhere but I was very open and obviously a tourist, I didn’t act covertly or suspiciously. There was only one occasion I was stopped and that was in a shopping centre – full of CCTV cameras filming everyone else!
We discovered old and beautiful- and very large- shopping centres hidden away in quite a few places. Brass framed windows and doors, shops thriving, there was a massive camera shop with thousands of second hand cameras, too much to look at. Many of the landmark buildings prevent photography, some make a small charge, some encourage it, the DK guide book gives a good indication regarding camera use. Nothing stops many people though, they just shoot away regardless, usually wanting a picture that includes their self. Prague is surrounded by low hills and has a fair few towers that you can pay a few pounds to go up, so viewpoints are plentiful. I think we visited most of them. I read about the Zizkov Tower, which looks like a Soviet rocket on the horizon and we headed straight for it - after crossing the rail lines! Set in a quiet residential area, there wasn’t a soul about. Two beautiful girls on reception and we parted with a few pounds, into the lift and were on the observation deck with no one else up there. There are fantastic views over the city, but! It is through two layers of not very clean glass so you go for the view rather than sharp panoramas. Still a fascinating place, with a nice café bar and very clean toilets – there are toilets everywhere, usually manned with a fee. Places are well staffed compared with home were three students are supposed to run a 20 screen multiplex cinema.
Graffiti was prominent, no matter how grand the monument, some moron would have daubed it. How do they get away with it in a 24 hour city centre with a strong police presence? The place is very clean, constantly being swept. What did surprise me, was that many buildings, that looked grand and built of stone, from a distance, were actually rendered with very low quality brickwork concealed. When restored the building look very impressive, others are missing the outer render from ground level to a fair height.
I need to cut this short really, I like to put a background story to the photos and although it would be better to individualise it to a specific photo or group of photos I don’t have the time to do that. I do try to give specific detail in the title bar after I have uploaded, this is time consuming enough although I’m pretty proficient at it by now. There are many things I would like to write that should be of interest to anyone thinking of going to Prague but I’ll have to let the pictures do the talking. As usual I am unlikely to be selective enough with my uploads, I’m not very good at leaving photos out so I just upload and be damned.
She has many layers, like an onion. Reaching the next one requires trust. Leica M3 Canon 50mm f1.4 lens Kodak Trix pushed two stops.
“Sunsets are so beautiful that they almost seem as if we were looking through the gates of Heaven.” - John Lubbock
simple sewing trick, to hide bra straps from showing on summer dresses
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