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Mexico, San Miguel de Allende, flag flattering on buildings, car moving on street amid buildings
Queens Boulevard, Elmhurst, Queens, NYC
After one passes westward from the congested environs of the Queens Center Mall, the subway corridor veers to the north and the Boulevard suddenly becomes nearly desolate, with auto shops, cheap motels, and abandoned stores like this...
February 13, 2011
"Let's walk to Brooklyn"
-turned into a daylong, wandering, 13-mile trek through Queens, Brooklyn, and Manhattan. We set out at about 2 pm and, after many little food and drink stops here and there, arrived to some friends at Culturefix (http://www.flickr.com/search/?w=72082456%40N00&q=culturefix&m=text) around 10:30.
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
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!!!)
The inflorescence is a congested secund panicle, where the main inflorescence rachis can be seen on only one side of the flowering head.
Totally congested. Yuck. I pour a giant glass of orange juice and sit quietly, trying to wake up. I get myself around and head out the door. I start the On Being interview with Brene for the ride to work. Work. I start pulling out themes from the interviews I've done. It's interesting but at the same time not at all surprising. The themes are showing up in the work others are doing too. We're getting on the same page. That feels like progress. From work I head straight to the studio, finishing off the Brene interview on the way. I've missed my Kripalu yoga class the last two weeks, for good reasons, but nonetheless I don't like it. Unfortunately, I find coughs begging to come out and I have to take leave partway through meditation to get myself composed. Then I'm fine through the rest of class. After, all I can think of is Thai food, specifically hot and sour soup. I've heard that cures all that ails. Of course, pad thai and their house salad doesn't hurt either. I watch some Jaques Pepin while I eat. Then I start putting my themes into slides for work. I know if I don't get them out of my head and onto paper I'll wake up thinking about them.
this masjid(in masjid), is located in a very congested region.U can just know that the masjid is here but u can never see it full length.It took me about 1.5 hrs to find a coordinate which gives me a full view of it
47/366 - Our whole house has been sick the last few days. I'm pregnant, congested, nauseous, and have a cold (which I can take very little for). Hubby and 4yo both have running noses and coughs as well. This is basically how every surface in our house looks at the moment. I definitely cherish my health!!
This is awkward because I am the weirdest sick person. I go through like 4,000 tissues a day because I hate the sound of snot being pulled up and watching someone (even myself) wipe their nose on a sleeve makes me sick to my stomach. Since DD is also only 4, there isn't much we can give her either, so we have an arsenal of home/natural remedies stock piled in her room - honey, Vicks rub (all over her body), ice pops, water bottles, car seat in her bed propped up with a million pillows, stuffies, and blankets to keep her propped up, humidifier, vaporizer, etc...
Back in another of Amritsar's congested back alleys we come across yet another trishaw stacked high with home fabrics. These are probably quilts (locally called 'rajai') or light blankets. Although neatly packed, this is indeed a mean load for a puny trishaw pickup truck, especially considering the puny profile of the human who will pedal this load through the stop-go congested inner city streets of old Amritsar. Still, it was a trifle better than the other trishaw pickup we had encountered just moments earlier (see previous pictures earlier in this album) stacked sky high with bulk packed quilts (or pashiminas). (Amritsar, Punjab, northern India, Nov. 2017)
Queens Boulevard, Elmhurst, Queens, NYC
After one passes westward from the congested environs of the Queens Center Mall, the commercial lifeline of the subway corridor veers to the north and the Boulevard suddenly becomes nearly desolate, with auto shops, cheap motels, and abandoned places like this...
February 13, 2011
"Let's walk to Brooklyn"
-turned into a daylong, wandering, 13-mile trek through Queens, Brooklyn, and Manhattan. We set out at about 2 pm and, after many little food and drink stops here and there, arrived to some friends at Culturefix (http://www.flickr.com/search/?w=72082456%40N00&q=culturefix&m=text) around 10:30.
Colombia, Manizales, the building of 'National Salvation Movement' on a inclined area and a congested town in the background
Granville Island Market - usually teeming with people and cars - com October it is much less congested - I don't even have to stand in line for my Elk and Juniper sausages!
The long wait for a gate at Benito Juárez International Airport, one of the most congested airports in Central America!
A typical scene at this picturesque village, traffic, including large vehicles, negotiating the sharp bend by The Greyhound. It must be horrendous in the summer with this being a major tourist route.
Displaced Sri Lankan ethnic Tamils in the congested No Fire Zone, which is controlled by the Tamil Tiger rebels, as a Tiger carder, in a blue shirt in the background, patrols in Mullivaaykaal, Sri Lanka, Friday, May 1, 2009. (AP Photo)
Stockholm Metro station T-Centralen, the central hub and the busiest station (read: most congested) of the metro.
Last night my nose was suddenly much more congested than it had been in months, and now I know why: The giant ragweed is in bloom.
Bolivia, Inland, aerial view of congested residential structures amid barren landscape
Birstall Victoria (red & black strip) keep the ball alive in a congested midfield during a 28-16 defeat by Seacroft Sharks in Division Five (North) of amateur rugby league's Yorkshire League.
Sharks scored five tries to lead a lively, third-versus-fourth encounter 28-0 in the 48th minute before Birstall hit back.
The visitors ran in three tries and would surely have added a fourth had they not, on the last tackle, whilst attacking down Seacroft's right flank, opted to pass inside with a two-man overlap.
Match statistics
Seacroft Sharks versus Birstall Victoria
Yorkshire League, Division Five, North (level 13, 2.30pm kick-off)
Admission: free. Programme: none. Attendance: 130. Seacroft Sharks 28 Birstall Victoria 16 (HT 22-0). Scoring sequence: 6-0 (4mins); 12-0 (13mins); 18-0 (20mins); 22-0 (39mins); 28-0 (48mins); 28-4 (55mins); 28-10 (65mins); 28-16 (74mins).
Saigon, Vietnam - May 4, 2016. People walking on street at downtown in Saigon, Vietnam. Saigon (Ho Chi Minh City) has exotic food, colonial architecture, and memories of war.
It's too easy to take the fastest way home after a day's work. But tonight a congested tunnel under the airport runway prompted me to take a longer diversion home through the countryside. And that way I discovered St Winfrids.
There has been a church in Mobberley since before the Norman Conquest, the earliest reference to a church however dates from 1206 when Patrick de Mobberley founded a small Priory of regular canons of the Order of St. Augustine. The Priory was annexed by 1240 the Priory of Rochester in Staffordshire.
The oldest part of the present building, the chancel and the eastern section of the nave, date from 1245. In 1450 the Clerestory and Roof were added and the aisles widened and in 1533 the tower was added to replace the original detached tower which had fallen into disrepair.
Liesl was very sick last night and is quite congested today. Finally she is getting some more sleep.
Dalat, Vietnam - Apr 6, 2013. A scooter parking on street in Dalat, Vietnam. Dalat is a mid-sized city that looks like a cross between Vietnam and the French Alps.
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!!!)
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…
Dalat, Vietnam - Apr 6, 2013. Traffic on main street in Dalat, Vietnam. Dalat is a mid-sized city that looks like a cross between Vietnam and the French Alps.
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
bangalore is particularly unfriendly to the visitor; it's decentralized, polluted, and congested with minimal public transit [note bangalore is considered india's "most western" city]. the addresses are uninterpretable. they take the form of "stages" and numbered cross streets, it's baffling believe me. plus there are no street signs. you do the see the occasional directions, but what is Texas Instruments doing there? Is there a TI building nearby? I don't think so, I think that TI sponsored that street sign. that's how it goes in bangalore - if a company won't sponsor the street sign, no street sign.
R didn't sleep well last night because of a congested nose, so today ended up being a pretty long day. Thank goodness D took him downstairs from 3:30a until 6:30a so that I could get some decent sleep (though of course in that time, K woke me up for something which he very rarely does at his age) and I had enough energy to get me through it all.
At one point, R was really unhappy and after doing everything I could think of to try to make it better, it turned out that he was happy with some frozen blueberries - though he wouldn't eat them in his high chair. He insisted upon eating them in my lap until he saw that B had some too. They ended up together on the couch (towel beneath them) sharing blueberries. I was too tired at that point to worry too much about the mess, and instead just appreciated that they were both happy and quiet.
When I checked in R's mouth tonight to see if the drooling was from his cold or maybe from teething, I found a new tooth and some major gum swelling on the other side. That definitely explains a lot (like the rash on his stomach too, what the heck).
Anyway, it was a blur of a day, though not too bad of one really.
This fascinating congested harbour side scene (with lots for industrial archaeologists) was sandwiched between Hotwell Rd and Anchor Rd, not much remains - but the 'Crown & Anchor Brewery' buildings still survives close to the modern roundabout.
With congested streets one didn't need to have to go inside Victoria Coach Station to get photos and this Oxford Citylink Dennis Javalin in Buckingham Palace Road was just waiting if one is like me and not bothered about other objects in the picture.
Uber congested urban space in one of the less congested parts of the city, SOMA. As seen from the downtown Hilton, shot with a long zoom.
Algeria, Alger, aerial view of congested buildings in the city with church in background
Plot 14a: Zona Aster Moriarty (53) 1963 – Miss
Annie Margaret Moriarty – Miss
Plot 14b: Lena Emma Agnes Moriarty (1) 1907 – Congested lungs
Mary Ann Louisa Moriarty (37) 21/10/1916
John Matthew Moriarty (75) 1945 – Gardener
Sacred to the Memory of
our dear parents
MARY ANN LOUISA
MORIARTY
died 22nd Oct. 1916
and JOHN MATTHEW
MORIARTY
died 19th June 1945.
R.I.P
In Loving Memory
of
ZONA ASTER MORIARTY
died 3rd March 1963
R.I.P
LOMA EMMA AGNES MORIARTY
died 23rd August 1908 aged 1½ years.
In Loving Memory
of
ANNIE MARGARET
MORIARTY
died 9th October 1972,
aged 76 years.
R.I.P
DEATHS
MORIARTY.—On August 23rd, at her parents' residence, Carlton Gore-road, Lona, dearly beloved infant daughter of Annie and John Moriarty, aged 1 year and 11 months.
The feaeral will leave the above for Waikumete to-morrow (Sunday) at 2 p.m.
paperspast.natlib.govt.nz/newspapers/AS19070824.2.87
MORIARTY.—On October 21, 1916, at the Auckland Hospital. Annie Mary, dearly-beloved wife of John M. Moriarty, of 27, West Street; aged 37 years. R.I.P.
The funeral will leave the above address for Waikumete Cemetery on Tuesday, 24th inst., at 10 a.m.
paperspast.natlib.govt.nz/newspapers/AS19161021.2.87
MORIARTY.—On June 19 (suddenly), at his residence, Parau, John Matthew, beloved husband of the late Mary, and loved father of Ann, John, Ursula, Tilly, and the late Kathleen, Daphne, Zona, Cora, Earna and Clem; aged 75 years. R.I.P. Interred this day at Waikumete Cemetery.
MORIARTY.—On June 19 (suddenly), at Parau, John Matthew, beloved father of Mrs. W. Mackie, late Portland, now of Eastport Road, Waihou. R.I.P.