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South Street Substation design in congested urban area
Image Courtesy of TRC
(TRC, South Street Substation, Providence, Rhode Island, USA)
A new traffic signal was turned on at the intersection of Bernadette Drive and Hutchens Drive on Friday, Nov. 15, 2013 in Columbia, Mo. Officials hope the new signal will help improve the traffic flow for those entering and exiting the Columbia Mall parking lot. (Hannah Shaw/KOMU)
Zooming down a North Berkeley side street to avoid a congested intersection, I found this. No owner in sight. (If this is some kind of repro, I'm gonna cry.)
Late morning on Monday, October 5, and we step off the train into yet another quite warm autumn day, this time in hectic Varanasi, at the eastern edge of Uttar Pradesh. Though we’d be going to Delhi/New Delhi on the noon train tomorrow, I didn’t realize at the time that this would be the last of my photo shooting in India for this trip. (We were in Delhi for roughly 48 hours, but I got sick from train food on the 18 hour journey between Varanasi & the capital. Since the capital seemed way too smoggy, dirty, congested, disorganized…I didn’t feel like I’d missed out terribly, though there were a few places I would have liked seeing there.)
I’ll finish this posting on a good note, though, and focus on Varanasi. Before getting there, I wasn’t terribly excited about the tourist attractions I’d read about, but that’s not why people come to Varanasi. Varanasi is to Hindus what Mecca & Medina are to Muslims, or Jerusalem to Christians. It’s their holiest city. On the banks of the Ganges, people come here to die, then have their ashes spread in the river.
Varanasi has a lot of poor and indigent people as well, who come and hope to be cremated and buried in the river, and there are a few places that serve as pseudo-hospices to help them. They tend to try to collect donations from anyone to afford to pay for the wood – it’s a specific wood they use for the cremation – so they can help these people.
So Varanasi is an interesting place. There are many ghats (ghat is like…a pier, or a place where you can access the river), and the most famous are probably Dashashwamedh Ghat (the liveliest and most colorful) and Manikarnika (the Burning Ghat). There are many other ghats, as well, and some have specific histories attached to them.
For me, the best plan was to stay in a hotel near the ghats in the Old City so we could enjoy the sunrise and stroll around. The Hotel Alka was my random choice, and it turned out to be good. It’s cheap, riverside, has a decent restaurant (though, as it’s a hotel restaurant, not as good as many of the others where we’d eaten in the past two weeks), and overall a comfortable room.
After getting checked in (and this place was pretty crowded), I took a shower, then headed off with a local guy who gave me a tour of the Old City. Now, a word on that… It’s not recommended that you go with any local who offers because most of them will steer you into various businesses, or towards people who are all too happy to try to get your money. I was very firm with this guy, though, and told him the maximum price I’d pay regardless of what he showed me, and that he should plan accordingly. He didn’t, and was a bit disappointed when I paid him exactly what I said I would.
The tour included stops at a few temples – they all started to look a bit alike after the second one – and at Manikarnika (one of the places where you’re herded and they try to make you feel guilty if you don’t fork over five million dollars to pay for everyone’s cremation). The last stop was at his boss’s store, well away from the old city, over in the Muslim Quarter, where I had to sit patiently through a whole lot of lecturing on textiles and their pleading that I buy the entire building. I tried to be as polite as possible with the last part, stating up front that I wouldn’t buy a thing before going in, though that disappointed them to no end. In the end, perhaps it’s better to go on your own…
After about four hours with my guide, it was already dusk and the city actually felt less safe than others. (There were a lot of police out and about.) It turns out that there wa s a religious ceremony that the police were banning this particular year for some reason, so there was a bit of tension. And since Varanasi isn’t a city that is lit up much at night, there wasn’t much to see, so I was glad to just get to my room and call it a day.
Waking early on Tuesday morning, I caught the sunrise over the Ganges, then wandered up and down the ghats for an hour or so. This really was an interesting experience as it seems the entire city comes to bathe in the river, and everyone seems pretty happy. There are plenty of boat tours, too, which I skipped, as I just wanted to take a walk.
After an hour or so of wandering the riverside, I went back to the Alka, had breakfast, and enjoyed my remaining few hours just watching the sun rise higher before heading to the train station for the unofficial (though still unbeknownst to me) end of this trip to India.
In hindsight, this was a terrific two weeks. Though I enjoyed Uttar Pradesh, I wouldn’t go out of my way to return here – unless going to different parts of the state, and I would certainly include a trip to Agra in that – but Rajasthan…I would gladly go back to anytime. However, India has a lot to offer, and I’m not sure if I’ll return here or go to different parts of the country. Anything is possible…
Doug suffering from heart failure and also diabetic came to Thailand for Vescell stem cell therapy. Since then, he has more energy and feels much better and has testified before Congress about the benefits of adult stem cell therapy. You can call Doug at 509-922-6348 or email him at dtrice55@hotmail.com
This is one of the most congested segments of the Lakefront Trail.
The pedestrian path is cantilevered off the east side of the Lake Shore Drive bridge over the Chicago River and DuSable Harbor. It "broke" in September 2009 and a detour was made onto a travel lane.
The city installed metal plates over the open grates of the bridge deck, as well as a guardrail and reflective signs.
Read about my proposal alternative to the Navy Pier Flyover, a $45 million bypass structure, on Grid Chicago.
Péage urbain de Londres, institué en 2003. La zone est traversée par un très grand nombre de lignes de bus, en rouge sur la carte
The creamy white flowers of Astragalus canadensis are distinctively congested and reflexed and the lower nodes bear sheathing stipules. Canadian milkvetch is found only roadside in this area, including along two-track and paved roadsides. This species does not occur in the adjacent sagebrush steppe of the Idaho National Laboratory. This site occurs along Lincoln Blvd where highway 33 diverges west towards Howe, Butte County, Idaho.
Malcolm was suffering from congestive heart failure and came to Bangkok, Thailand to receive adult stem cell therapy for his heart. Malcolm's ejection fraction has gone up from 41% to 55% since receiving his own adult stem cells in a simple procedure.
It seems a bit congested in there but I think they are up to something. I took a shot of one of these lizards when I first got my camera a year ago. Now there are two...
Amongst the hectic mess that is urban city traffic
One thing stands out your eyes drawn to it real quick
The marketing jugganaut that this company has become
It's been built on market intelligence nothing is dumb
Apple has the iPhone, the iPad, the iTouch, iTv the list could go.on hut ill finish on ipod
Apple, most recognisable company logo, the golden arches have been overtaken... Thank God
ODC: SYMBOL
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With storage space limited in a congested country, items have to be stored wherever they can be lodged.
I See a car, bollards, pallet, two bin bags and a metal trolley
The ZLCBR heads north on the UP Sacramento Sub through congested midtown Sacramento
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The inflorescences congested generally above the vegetative branches is characteristic of mountain big sagebrush (subspecies vaseyana).
Late morning on Monday, October 5, and we step off the train into yet another quite warm autumn day, this time in hectic Varanasi, at the eastern edge of Uttar Pradesh. Though we’d be going to Delhi/New Delhi on the noon train tomorrow, I didn’t realize at the time that this would be the last of my photo shooting in India for this trip. (We were in Delhi for roughly 48 hours, but I got sick from train food on the 18 hour journey between Varanasi & the capital. Since the capital seemed way too smoggy, dirty, congested, disorganized…I didn’t feel like I’d missed out terribly, though there were a few places I would have liked seeing there.)
I’ll finish this posting on a good note, though, and focus on Varanasi. Before getting there, I wasn’t terribly excited about the tourist attractions I’d read about, but that’s not why people come to Varanasi. Varanasi is to Hindus what Mecca & Medina are to Muslims, or Jerusalem to Christians. It’s their holiest city. On the banks of the Ganges, people come here to die, then have their ashes spread in the river.
Varanasi has a lot of poor and indigent people as well, who come and hope to be cremated and buried in the river, and there are a few places that serve as pseudo-hospices to help them. They tend to try to collect donations from anyone to afford to pay for the wood – it’s a specific wood they use for the cremation – so they can help these people.
So Varanasi is an interesting place. There are many ghats (ghat is like…a pier, or a place where you can access the river), and the most famous are probably Dashashwamedh Ghat (the liveliest and most colorful) and Manikarnika (the Burning Ghat). There are many other ghats, as well, and some have specific histories attached to them.
For me, the best plan was to stay in a hotel near the ghats in the Old City so we could enjoy the sunrise and stroll around. The Hotel Alka was my random choice, and it turned out to be good. It’s cheap, riverside, has a decent restaurant (though, as it’s a hotel restaurant, not as good as many of the others where we’d eaten in the past two weeks), and overall a comfortable room.
After getting checked in (and this place was pretty crowded), I took a shower, then headed off with a local guy who gave me a tour of the Old City. Now, a word on that… It’s not recommended that you go with any local who offers because most of them will steer you into various businesses, or towards people who are all too happy to try to get your money. I was very firm with this guy, though, and told him the maximum price I’d pay regardless of what he showed me, and that he should plan accordingly. He didn’t, and was a bit disappointed when I paid him exactly what I said I would.
The tour included stops at a few temples – they all started to look a bit alike after the second one – and at Manikarnika (one of the places where you’re herded and they try to make you feel guilty if you don’t fork over five million dollars to pay for everyone’s cremation). The last stop was at his boss’s store, well away from the old city, over in the Muslim Quarter, where I had to sit patiently through a whole lot of lecturing on textiles and their pleading that I buy the entire building. I tried to be as polite as possible with the last part, stating up front that I wouldn’t buy a thing before going in, though that disappointed them to no end. In the end, perhaps it’s better to go on your own…
After about four hours with my guide, it was already dusk and the city actually felt less safe than others. (There were a lot of police out and about.) It turns out that there wa s a religious ceremony that the police were banning this particular year for some reason, so there was a bit of tension. And since Varanasi isn’t a city that is lit up much at night, there wasn’t much to see, so I was glad to just get to my room and call it a day.
Waking early on Tuesday morning, I caught the sunrise over the Ganges, then wandered up and down the ghats for an hour or so. This really was an interesting experience as it seems the entire city comes to bathe in the river, and everyone seems pretty happy. There are plenty of boat tours, too, which I skipped, as I just wanted to take a walk.
After an hour or so of wandering the riverside, I went back to the Alka, had breakfast, and enjoyed my remaining few hours just watching the sun rise higher before heading to the train station for the unofficial (though still unbeknownst to me) end of this trip to India.
In hindsight, this was a terrific two weeks. Though I enjoyed Uttar Pradesh, I wouldn’t go out of my way to return here – unless going to different parts of the state, and I would certainly include a trip to Agra in that – but Rajasthan…I would gladly go back to anytime. However, India has a lot to offer, and I’m not sure if I’ll return here or go to different parts of the country. Anything is possible…
So im still feeling really congested and achy, but I cant resist halloween 2! Every four years on the leap year date, Halloween 2 is celebrated! If yo know me, you know thats absolutely phenomenal news!
My little Itzee is very ill with congestive heart failure and mitral valve disease. She collapsed last night and I had to bring her back doing CPR. Rushed her to the emergency hospital where she was on oxygen all night and given medicines. She is now at my vet's office, on oxygen and going to have an ultrasound to look at her heart closer. Her little lungs were full of fluid and her heart is much larger than it should be. Please, please, say a prayer for her. She is such a sweet baby and my heart. Thank you all so much.
I am not going to be on flickr much today. Getting ready for my surgery tomorrow and oh so worried about my little girl. Thanks for understanding.
UPDATE ON ITZEE;
I HAVE HER HOME WITH ME NOW. SHE TOLERATED NO OXYGEN PRETTY WELL AND SHE IS ON 2 MEDICATIONS...LASIX FOR THE FLUID BUILDUP AROUND HER HEART AND IN HER LUNGS AND SOME MEDS FOR HER HEART. SHE HAS A REALLY BAD MURMUR TO GO ALONG WITH THE MITRAL VALVE DISEASE. SHE WENT OUTSIDE FOR A BIT AND HAS EATEN A TINY BIT. I JUST HOPE THAT WE CAN GIVE HER SOME HAPPY MONTHS/YEARS YET. SHE IS A SPECIAL LITTLE ONE. THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH FOR YOUR PRAYERS FOR HER AND MYSELF. I WILL TRY TO BE ON AS SOON AS I CAN AFTER MY SURGERY. HUGS AND LOVE TO YOU ALL.
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My father claims I look like my sinuses are congested or that I had been crying. No, I was just facing the sun.
If you have congested pores, sun burn and other skin related issues, then nothing could be better for you than skin peels treatment.
I feel so... Heath Ledger.
(Not to worry... these are all ingredients in a typical nighttime cold remedy... I just don't like buying a combo medication, since most of the time I don't have combo symptoms. This time I got lucky and got them all.)
SAIGON, VIETNAM - APR 30, 2015: Asian women selling foods on street in Saigon (Ho Chi Minh city), Vietnam. Saigon was the capital of Republic of Vietnam.
Sometimes, stoping at the traffic light in a congested road, is a good opportunity to see one’s surroundings.
Yemen, Kowkaban, elevated view of congested residential houses trees in background
The transformation of a narrow, congested, dusty and chaotic street to the Harmandir Sahib/ Golden Temple is indeed really something to be proud of! A couple of locals we'd asked directions from were also justifiably proud of the development. 'Just turn the corner, you will see London there', one street vendor said proudly. Now London or now I do not know, I haven't been there, but it certainly was a grand and impressive sight. Here a group of weary pedestrians rests in front of a newly restored fort like structure on that street. (Amritsar, Punjab, northern India, Nov. 2017)
File name: 08_06_020813
Title: Stopping cars for stickers - Dorchester Ave. & 4th St.
Creator/Contributor: Jones, Leslie, 1886-1967 (photographer)
Date created: 1942-05
Physical description: 1 negative : film, black & white ; 4 x 5 in.
Genre: Film negatives
Subject: Traffic congestion; Police
Notes: Title and date from information provided by Leslie Jones or the Boston Public Library on the negative or negative sleeve.
Collection: Leslie Jones Collection
Location: Boston Public Library, Print Department
Rights: Copyright Leslie Jones.
Preferred credit: Courtesy of the Boston Public Library, Leslie Jones Collection.
The usual scene on Manila's everyday congested road. Pictured are my modified diecast as UV Express (a shared taxi franchise system) here are Toyota Hi Ace (the 1988 and Grandia variant) and Probox (as Toyota Revo)
Late morning on Monday, October 5, and we step off the train into yet another quite warm autumn day, this time in hectic Varanasi, at the eastern edge of Uttar Pradesh. Though we’d be going to Delhi/New Delhi on the noon train tomorrow, I didn’t realize at the time that this would be the last of my photo shooting in India for this trip. (We were in Delhi for roughly 48 hours, but I got sick from train food on the 18 hour journey between Varanasi & the capital. Since the capital seemed way too smoggy, dirty, congested, disorganized…I didn’t feel like I’d missed out terribly, though there were a few places I would have liked seeing there.)
I’ll finish this posting on a good note, though, and focus on Varanasi. Before getting there, I wasn’t terribly excited about the tourist attractions I’d read about, but that’s not why people come to Varanasi. Varanasi is to Hindus what Mecca & Medina are to Muslims, or Jerusalem to Christians. It’s their holiest city. On the banks of the Ganges, people come here to die, then have their ashes spread in the river.
Varanasi has a lot of poor and indigent people as well, who come and hope to be cremated and buried in the river, and there are a few places that serve as pseudo-hospices to help them. They tend to try to collect donations from anyone to afford to pay for the wood – it’s a specific wood they use for the cremation – so they can help these people.
So Varanasi is an interesting place. There are many ghats (ghat is like…a pier, or a place where you can access the river), and the most famous are probably Dashashwamedh Ghat (the liveliest and most colorful) and Manikarnika (the Burning Ghat). There are many other ghats, as well, and some have specific histories attached to them.
For me, the best plan was to stay in a hotel near the ghats in the Old City so we could enjoy the sunrise and stroll around. The Hotel Alka was my random choice, and it turned out to be good. It’s cheap, riverside, has a decent restaurant (though, as it’s a hotel restaurant, not as good as many of the others where we’d eaten in the past two weeks), and overall a comfortable room.
After getting checked in (and this place was pretty crowded), I took a shower, then headed off with a local guy who gave me a tour of the Old City. Now, a word on that… It’s not recommended that you go with any local who offers because most of them will steer you into various businesses, or towards people who are all too happy to try to get your money. I was very firm with this guy, though, and told him the maximum price I’d pay regardless of what he showed me, and that he should plan accordingly. He didn’t, and was a bit disappointed when I paid him exactly what I said I would.
The tour included stops at a few temples – they all started to look a bit alike after the second one – and at Manikarnika (one of the places where you’re herded and they try to make you feel guilty if you don’t fork over five million dollars to pay for everyone’s cremation). The last stop was at his boss’s store, well away from the old city, over in the Muslim Quarter, where I had to sit patiently through a whole lot of lecturing on textiles and their pleading that I buy the entire building. I tried to be as polite as possible with the last part, stating up front that I wouldn’t buy a thing before going in, though that disappointed them to no end. In the end, perhaps it’s better to go on your own…
After about four hours with my guide, it was already dusk and the city actually felt less safe than others. (There were a lot of police out and about.) It turns out that there wa s a religious ceremony that the police were banning this particular year for some reason, so there was a bit of tension. And since Varanasi isn’t a city that is lit up much at night, there wasn’t much to see, so I was glad to just get to my room and call it a day.
Waking early on Tuesday morning, I caught the sunrise over the Ganges, then wandered up and down the ghats for an hour or so. This really was an interesting experience as it seems the entire city comes to bathe in the river, and everyone seems pretty happy. There are plenty of boat tours, too, which I skipped, as I just wanted to take a walk.
After an hour or so of wandering the riverside, I went back to the Alka, had breakfast, and enjoyed my remaining few hours just watching the sun rise higher before heading to the train station for the unofficial (though still unbeknownst to me) end of this trip to India.
In hindsight, this was a terrific two weeks. Though I enjoyed Uttar Pradesh, I wouldn’t go out of my way to return here – unless going to different parts of the state, and I would certainly include a trip to Agra in that – but Rajasthan…I would gladly go back to anytime. However, India has a lot to offer, and I’m not sure if I’ll return here or go to different parts of the country. Anything is possible…
Late morning on Monday, October 5, and we step off the train into yet another quite warm autumn day, this time in hectic Varanasi, at the eastern edge of Uttar Pradesh. Though we’d be going to Delhi/New Delhi on the noon train tomorrow, I didn’t realize at the time that this would be the last of my photo shooting in India for this trip. (We were in Delhi for roughly 48 hours, but I got sick from train food on the 18 hour journey between Varanasi & the capital. Since the capital seemed way too smoggy, dirty, congested, disorganized…I didn’t feel like I’d missed out terribly, though there were a few places I would have liked seeing there.)
I’ll finish this posting on a good note, though, and focus on Varanasi. Before getting there, I wasn’t terribly excited about the tourist attractions I’d read about, but that’s not why people come to Varanasi. Varanasi is to Hindus what Mecca & Medina are to Muslims, or Jerusalem to Christians. It’s their holiest city. On the banks of the Ganges, people come here to die, then have their ashes spread in the river.
Varanasi has a lot of poor and indigent people as well, who come and hope to be cremated and buried in the river, and there are a few places that serve as pseudo-hospices to help them. They tend to try to collect donations from anyone to afford to pay for the wood – it’s a specific wood they use for the cremation – so they can help these people.
So Varanasi is an interesting place. There are many ghats (ghat is like…a pier, or a place where you can access the river), and the most famous are probably Dashashwamedh Ghat (the liveliest and most colorful) and Manikarnika (the Burning Ghat). There are many other ghats, as well, and some have specific histories attached to them.
For me, the best plan was to stay in a hotel near the ghats in the Old City so we could enjoy the sunrise and stroll around. The Hotel Alka was my random choice, and it turned out to be good. It’s cheap, riverside, has a decent restaurant (though, as it’s a hotel restaurant, not as good as many of the others where we’d eaten in the past two weeks), and overall a comfortable room.
After getting checked in (and this place was pretty crowded), I took a shower, then headed off with a local guy who gave me a tour of the Old City. Now, a word on that… It’s not recommended that you go with any local who offers because most of them will steer you into various businesses, or towards people who are all too happy to try to get your money. I was very firm with this guy, though, and told him the maximum price I’d pay regardless of what he showed me, and that he should plan accordingly. He didn’t, and was a bit disappointed when I paid him exactly what I said I would.
The tour included stops at a few temples – they all started to look a bit alike after the second one – and at Manikarnika (one of the places where you’re herded and they try to make you feel guilty if you don’t fork over five million dollars to pay for everyone’s cremation). The last stop was at his boss’s store, well away from the old city, over in the Muslim Quarter, where I had to sit patiently through a whole lot of lecturing on textiles and their pleading that I buy the entire building. I tried to be as polite as possible with the last part, stating up front that I wouldn’t buy a thing before going in, though that disappointed them to no end. In the end, perhaps it’s better to go on your own…
After about four hours with my guide, it was already dusk and the city actually felt less safe than others. (There were a lot of police out and about.) It turns out that there wa s a religious ceremony that the police were banning this particular year for some reason, so there was a bit of tension. And since Varanasi isn’t a city that is lit up much at night, there wasn’t much to see, so I was glad to just get to my room and call it a day.
Waking early on Tuesday morning, I caught the sunrise over the Ganges, then wandered up and down the ghats for an hour or so. This really was an interesting experience as it seems the entire city comes to bathe in the river, and everyone seems pretty happy. There are plenty of boat tours, too, which I skipped, as I just wanted to take a walk.
After an hour or so of wandering the riverside, I went back to the Alka, had breakfast, and enjoyed my remaining few hours just watching the sun rise higher before heading to the train station for the unofficial (though still unbeknownst to me) end of this trip to India.
In hindsight, this was a terrific two weeks. Though I enjoyed Uttar Pradesh, I wouldn’t go out of my way to return here – unless going to different parts of the state, and I would certainly include a trip to Agra in that – but Rajasthan…I would gladly go back to anytime. However, India has a lot to offer, and I’m not sure if I’ll return here or go to different parts of the country. Anything is possible…
Girl on the stairs.
7/13/11
Title.
Girl on the stairs.
She was carving the cellular phone summer.
However, it got congested, too.
The E-mail to the loved boy also.
image from Next novel.
''Still would stand all time ( unforgettable'2 )''
Honolulu. Hawaii. USA. 2011. shot..... 4/6
image.
Van Halen - Dreams
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My Novel Unforgettable'
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All Translated by Yumi Ikeda .
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to be continues.
images.
U2 - No Line On The Horizon Live in Dublin
www.youtube.com/watch?v=_oKwnkYFsiE&feature=related
to be continues.
The following up-loading.
The end of August.
It is a final episode.
To the people in the world.
Thank you for reading my novel.
I have feelings of the deep gratitude.
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The following exhibition.
2011. November 12. - 13.
Theme.
Long ago and far away.
Place.
Tokyo Big sight.
Sponsoring.
Design festival.
Tokyo Big sight.
www.bigsight.jp/english/index.html
Design festival.
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Title of my book > unforgettable'
Author : Mitsushiro Nakagawa
Out Now.
ISBN978-4-86264-866-2
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I went to New York 2007.
Day when Japan was left. March 9. Afternoon.
Day where it returned to Japan. March 14. Afternoon.
I am in Japan now.
The photograph in New York starts as follows.
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Japanese is the following.
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Route 511 using the congested express lanes, and a route 512 that left 30 minutes later and made extra stops in the mainline.
One more night in Memphis and we took another look at Beale Street. This time a lot less congested and a lot less intimidating. Altogether a much better experience. Ate in the Hard Rock Cafe. I know not very adventurous but it was decent. And a stroll along Beale Street led to BB Kings where we were thoroughly entertained by one Patrick Dodd. Amaze-ing!!! Terrific blues and made Beale Street feel so much more worthwhile. This guy is awesome. He's on facebook, so check him out and if he's ever in your neck of the woods and if you love blues you will defy love this guy... www.facebook.com/patrickdoddmusic
Before leaving Memphis for Nashville I wanted to visit the Lorraine Motel, the scene of Martin Luther King's assasination as I read it was a civil right museum. When we got there we met the most incredible woman Ms Jacqueline Smith. She has bee protesting there for over 22 years. I got chatting to her and decided not to visit the museum after all. Read her story she is an amazing woman. And I got a wee kiss from her too!!! :D www.fulfillthedream.net/
Next stop Nashville wooooohooooo! (At last!!!)
I really didn't need to go to the health center to know that....
But now I have robitussen and mucinex all rolled into one.
Located on the shore of Lough (Lake) Swilly on the Fanad Peninsula, the village of Rathmullan is well known for it’s beautiful, wide, un-congested, 3km long sandy beach in addition to its many other attractions for those looking for a holiday location offering peace and quiet.
Rathmullan is a holiday retreat for the whole family:
Classed as one of Europe's cleanest, Rathmullan's beautiful beach is there for all to enjoy.
Children and adults build sand castles on the beach inspired by and virtually in the shadow of a 15th Century monetary.
Fishermen (fisherpersons) charter boats to fish in Lough Swilly, from the pier or the beach.
Visitors go horseback riding on the beach or along the many equestrian trails.
Specializing in sea food, visitors and residents alike sample the cuisine at some of Rathmullan’s fine restaurants.
Those with a thirst enjoy a pint or two, fine pub grub, lively music and a friendly atmosphere at any of several pubs.
Walkers enjoy strolls along the beach or the roads in the gently rolling hills back of Rathmullan.
Golfers tee off at Portsalon Golf Club which is 20 minutes away or Otway Golf Club just 5 minutes away.
Village denizens often make visitors feel welcome by means of a friendly smile to a warm greeting wherever they might meet.
The village of Rathmullan is in an area with a rich history dating back to the Late Neolithic Epoch and is significant also for being the point of departure for The Flight of the Earls.
For more information about September celebrations commerating "The Flight of the Earls": www.flightoftheearls.ie
But in spite of the tumult of days gone by, Rathmullan is now a peaceful village where residents and visitors alike watch the sun rise over Lough Swilly in the morning and take strolls along the beach at twilight.
One more night in Memphis and we took another look at Beale Street. This time a lot less congested and a lot less intimidating. Altogether a much better experience. Ate in the Hard Rock Cafe. I know not very adventurous but it was decent. And a stroll along Beale Street led to BB Kings where we were thoroughly entertained by one Patrick Dodd. Amaze-ing!!! Terrific blues and made Beale Street feel so much more worthwhile. This guy is awesome. He's on facebook, so check him out and if he's ever in your neck of the woods and if you love blues you will defy love this guy... www.facebook.com/patrickdoddmusic
Before leaving Memphis for Nashville I wanted to visit the Lorraine Motel, the scene of Martin Luther King's assasination as I read it was a civil right museum. When we got there we met the most incredible woman Ms Jacqueline Smith. She has bee protesting there for over 22 years. I got chatting to her and decided not to visit the museum after all. Read her story she is an amazing woman. And I got a wee kiss from her too!!! :D www.fulfillthedream.net/
Next stop Nashville wooooohooooo! (At last!!!)
File name: 08_06_020814
Title: Stopping cars for stickers - Dorchester Ave. & 4th St.
Creator/Contributor: Jones, Leslie, 1886-1967 (photographer)
Date created: 1942-05
Physical description: 1 negative : film, black & white ; 4 x 5 in.
Genre: Film negatives
Subject: Traffic congestion; Police
Notes: Title and date from information provided by Leslie Jones or the Boston Public Library on the negative or negative sleeve.
Collection: Leslie Jones Collection
Location: Boston Public Library, Print Department
Rights: Copyright Leslie Jones.
Preferred credit: Courtesy of the Boston Public Library, Leslie Jones Collection.