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“The water glides in the shade, glitters in the sun, flows, whispers; love comes back.”
~ G. Seferis, A Poet's Journal: Days of 1945-1951
Last night I was reading Seferis’ book. And I stopped here…
He wrote these words in Bursa, in April of 1949
-what did he see in Bursa?or he saw something in himself to say these words-
Since during journeys we meet ourselves most ~
A day in the Smoke today (25/10/2025) and a wander from Waterloo to Victoria via the O2, Stratford, Liverpool St, Marble Arch, Park Lane and Hyde Park Corner. Stotts had their brand spanking new National Express branded Temsa HD13 ST75TTS on the 561 to Bradford, Galloways added a bit of extra colour to Victoria, a German Neoplan Cityliner and a pair of Czech Setras were spotted at the O2 coach park, and a 2008 Van Hool Astron T917 with RG Live logos parked up just where we were standing! Good day.
Impression from the former compressed air plant of the coal mine in Heusden-Zolder, Belgium, during Stephan Vanfleteren's exhibition.
BB-67562 and BB-67548 pause at Saint-Georges-d'Aurac-Gare with train 5958 Le Cévenol Marseille - Paris as X4646 and X8435 await departure with a service for Le Puy-en-Velay
seventy two
Just thought I’d break the monotony of editing Dreamtime and upload something a little simpler, as well as share some musings.
If you’re lazy to read the following (because I tend to get wordy) feel free to navigate away from here, I’ll forgive you if you do.
Oftentimes and of late, I’ve been revisiting the familiar question, which being, “Why do I blog?”
Sure, Flickr isn’t exactly a blog, but its mechanics comes really close to photoblogging. You upload a photo, and it also allows you space upon which you can spew word vomit, a feature that I abuse all too well.
It’s been a while since I blogged though, in the pure sense of the word. I remember starting my blog when it was the hip thing to do. Oh man… that was when the word “hip” was actually in.
I think every blogger would ask that question at least once. Most would wonder if it were all pointless, and some would think about closing down their blogs. I tend to get sad when it comes to that though, it's as if I lost a friend. Even though my blog has stagnated (thanks to flickr), I still can’t bring myself to delete it.
So, why do we do this? All the posting? All the commenting? All the faving? Is there really a point to it all?
I’ve come to realize that my motivations for starting a blog from that many years ago, to why I post regularly in present time, generally does not change. Perhaps the prior reason for starting differed, but above all the reasons are interconnected.
It’s pretty simple, really.
Connections.
I believe we are all connected on some level, even if we are apparent strangers in this weird world we call the Internet.
Like every other user in the community, I love all the comments, the faves, the eprops and whatnot. I love to read about other people, and know how they think and learn to empathize with them. My heart secretly sings out when I find people who sympathize.
Because at the end of the day, I believe that when you make a comment on my page, or even stop by because something on my page caught your attention… we have made a connection.
Told you I get wordy…
Fort Sumter( a short cruise away) and the Start of the Civil War.
This National historic site is the spot where the Civil War began. The Sth Carolina militia, under the command of the first Confederate General P.G.T. Beauregard opened fire and bombarded the Fort on 12th April 1861. Had Lincoln “forced” the South into starting the Civil War? Upon secession he had advised Southern states that federal property would be defended and the mails sent through. Sumter was a federal fort. Major Anderson had run out of supplies and Lincoln advised Anderson that he would re-provision the fort with supplies but no troops. Major Anderson advised the Confederate President, Jefferson Davis that he would evacuate the fort on 15th April if new supplies had not arrived by then. The Sth Carolinians got itchy. At 4:30 am on April 12th they bombarded the fort. It continued for 40 hours until Anderson surrendered. The war had begun. Southerners expected it to be over by September.
Boone Hall Plantation.
What is special about Boone Hall? It has a wonderful Virginian Live Oak alley which was planted from 1743 to 1843. The plantation has been continuously producing crops since 1681. It especially focuses on Gullah culture and the slave quarters with presentations by black Americans. Eight slave cabins (1790-1810) depict different aspects of Gullah culture and history. The plantation style homestead was only built in 1936 but the original house was built around 1700. It has beautiful flower gardens and the azaleas should be at their best. In the 1850s the plantation had 85 slaves with many involved in red brick production. Its main crops in early years were indigo and then cotton from the early 1800s. Its structures include the round smokehouse (1750); and the cotton gin factory (1853).
Gullah Culture and Language and Blacks in Charleston.
Gullah language is recognised as a distinct language and the black American population of coastal Sth Carolina and Georgia recognise themselves as Gullah people. But where did this culture originate? American historian Joseph Opala has spent decades researching the connections between Sierra Leone in Africa and Sth Carolina. A majority of the coastal black slaves arriving in Sth Carolina in the 1700s came from Sierra Leone where the area was known as the “Rice Coast” of Africa. The slaves brought with them the knowledge and skills for rice cultivation in Sth Carolina; their rice cooking methods; their West African language; their legends and myths; and their beliefs in spirits and voodoo. The Gullah people are thought to have the best preserved African culture of any black American group. Few have moved around the USA and black families in Charleston are now tracing their family history (and having family reunions with relatives) in Sierra Leone and Gambia, despite a break of 250 years in family contact! Many can trace their family links back to the Mende or Temne tribal groups in Sierra Leone. The Gullah language is a Creole language based on English but with different syntax more akin to African languages and with many African words and a few French words. The word Gullah is believed to be a mispronunciation of the African word Gora or Gola which came from several tribal groups in Sierra Leone. The direct links with Sierra Leone have been supported by the discovery of an African American funeral song which is identical to one sung by villagers in Sierra Leone.
The Gullah women in Charleston are also known for their weaving- the Sweetgrass basket sellers who can be found in several locations around the city. The skill and tradition of basket making came directly from Africa. And although they do not usually use the term voodoo the Gullah people believe in spirits and the power of roots, herbs or potions to ward off evil spirits or to snare a reluctant lover. If a spell is cast upon you can be “rooted” or “fixed” by this witchcraft and unable to resist the spell. This spiritual tradition is still strong and even whites in Charleston paint the ceilings of their piazzas blue to ward off old hags and evil spirits (and the colour is also meant to deter mosquitoes.)
In the city of Charleston about 18,000 of its residents were slaves in 1861. Large households often had 10 to 20 slaves to do gardening, the laundry, the cooking, the cleaning, the food serving, caring for the horses etc. Some households hired out servants to others for short periods and some households sold products produced by the slaves - dresses, other clothing, pastries, shoes, hats, horse shoes etc. Some slaves were musicians and played for their masters or were hired out for social functions to other houses; others were hired out with horse teams for transportation of others etc. So not all slaves worked as domestic servants. But there were also free blacks in Charleston. Often illegitimate children were freed upon their white father’s death and some slaves received small incomes if they had special skills and they could saved enough to buy their freedom. Eventually some free blacks became slave owners themselves by either purchasing slaves or by inheriting slaves from their white fathers. One of the wealthiest free blacks in Charleston in the Antebellum period was Richard DeReef who owned a wharf where he ran a timber business. He also owned a number of rental properties in Charleston. Richard was not a former slave. His African father with his Indian wife had migrated to Sth Carolina in the late 1700s when this was still possible. As his business grew Richard purchased slaves of his own. Despite his wealth Richard DeReef was considered a mixed race or coloured man and was never accepted into Charleston society. After the Civil War when the Radical Republicans from the North were overseeing/controlling Southern governments Richard DeReef was elected as a city councillor in 1868. That was the year that the new federally enforced state constitution allowing blacks to vote came into force. DeReef probably only served for a year or two. By 1870 the Ku Klux Klan was active and blacks disappeared from elected positions. When Northerners left Sth Carolina to its own devises in 1877, with the end of Northern Reconstruction, Sth Carolina stripped blacks of their right to vote by new state laws. Ballots for each of the usual eight categories of office had to be placed in a different ballot box. If any ballot was placed incorrectly all votes by that person were illegal. Later in the 1880s southern states brought in grandfather clauses- you could only vote if your grandfather did. This meant that slaves were not eligible to vote.
Negative Scanned - CanoScan 8800F
Hasselblad 500 EL/M
Carl Zeiss Planar C T* 80mm f2.8
Fujicolor NPS 160 Expired
Enjoying myself with ♫♫♫ Chris Cornell - Black Hole Sun ♫♫♫
Testing my 2nd hassy, 500 EL/M.
Due to the UXB along the line, we have had to get off here and wait for a connection that bypasses the other route.
Gives me a little time to watch the world go by and think of better days after this darn war is over.
Oh to not have rationing, heaven.
Coach Connections Newtownards County Down Mercedes-Benz Tourismo Reg BV19 YLW is seen in Belfast Titanic Quarter
A random snapshot of one of the electrical utility poles and the two-phase service drop electrical power line to the old abandoned Natco Oil Company office building off Main Street (Old Highway 51) in Brookhaven, Mississippi.
Despite the fact that this pole line looks like it's carrying two separate sets of three-phase power lines (two crossarms), it is in fact carrying a single "three-phase" electrical circuit as these "two circuits" connect at both ends. These old copper lines are part of the original circuit. This circuit along Main Street is one of the major three-phase cross-town circuits that distributes power to many parts of Brookhaven.
Morning fog.
The Crescent City Connection (CCC), formerly the Greater New Orleans Bridge, consists of twin cantilever bridges over the Mississippi Rivier .It is tied as the fifth-longest cantilever bridges in the world. It is the farthest downstream bridge on the Mississippi River. CCC is also the widest and most heavily-traveled bridge on the lower Mississippi and was the first bridge across the river in New Orleans itself.
Construction of the first span began in 1954 and was completed in 1958 as the Greater New Orleans Bridge. Construction of the second span began in 1981 and opened to traffic in 1988.
Four days later, about 31,500 gallons of light crude oil spilled from a tank barge that hit a towboat, closing a 65-mile stretch of the river.
Painting a new place, meeting new people, making new friends and human connections, facing doubt and despair and happiness, trying, failing and not losing faith, this is all that happened during the creation of this new piece for @muhitkarakoy, Istanbul. This is all I love in painting, this is all I love in life.
This piece is dedicated to all the people that think they don't have enough energy to face life and its storms, and to those who prefer to hide from the light of life. May this sun bring them inspiration to enlighten themselves and give them courage to live the life they want, without fear of pain or the fear of failing in fulfilling their dreams or their fantasies. You only have one life, embrace it, dive into it, walk into the darkness and you will receive light. Don't fear anything, don't fear to fail don't fear to hurt. Embrace fear and make it your slave. Embrace life and make it an unforgettable lover. There is no second chance.
It will hurt, it will be painful, but you will live beautiful moments. And have no regrets. You will make your life worth living.
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MX59JCU Alexander-Dennis Enviro 200.
Stagecoach Cumbria & North Lancashire (Kendal) 36105 in Lakes Connection livery.
Windermere bus station loading for Coniston, service 505.
Stagecoach Cumbria & North Lancashire YJ15AMV is seen at Buttermere whilst operating a Lakes Connections 77 service via the Honister Pass to Keswick
One morning in early August 2015, I woke up with a terrible pain in my stomach. Later that day I found out that I have a couple of tumors that need to be removed. Two months later I found my housemate Florian laying in his bed in the same position and in kind of a pain when you know that it is serious. He had cancer. Months of fear, pain, worry, sadness. We share an experience of a difficult illness that we were dealing with together and at the same time.
Self-portrait