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Enlightenment breeds love.' Younus AlGohar, 'How to Curb Hatred Successfully'
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About two and half months ago I was visiting this same place where I like to come, standing at the very same spot, wearing very similar clothes....... but I was feeling completely different! On this day when was no sunshine at all I felt it greatly! I felt it inside....
And I was facing to the opposite direction!
Samac, Bosnia
Sometimes it's all about the details: the textures, the lines, the lighting. Getting the angle just right, making sure the focus is spot on. Crossing your t's and dotting your I's or is it the grammar that matters the most? How much Photoshopping is going to be needed to recover a photo from the "What was" pile in order to it into a "What is." Art is subject, random, and commonly misunderstood. That is why, today for day 100 I opted for a photo of a brick wall. While it's hard to understand why the brinks play any importance in my life. I know that it's the photo I chose, kind of like the life I live. I decided in January 2009 to undertake the 365 project, and as the months turned to years and so on; I don't care it's going to never end... (365 forever and ever after!) When life gives you a brick wall, don't rush head first, stand back and admire the bricks for the neat concise order. Lined up perfectly, each shadow in tune with the next. I know that life isn't always perfect, but such is the way it goes.
The 100 Best Novels
1. ATLAS SHRUGGED by Ayn Rand
2. THE FOUNTAINHEAD by Ayn Rand
3. BATTLEFIELD EARTH by L. Ron Hubbard
4. THE LORD OF THE RINGS by J.R.R. Tolkien
5. TO KILL A MOCKINGBIRD by Harper Lee
6. 1984 by George Orwell
7. ANTHEM by Ayn Rand
8. WE THE LIVING by Ayn Rand
9. MISSION EARTH by L. Ron Hubbard
10. FEAR by L. Ron Hubbard
11. ULYSSES by James Joyce
12. CATCH-22 by Joseph Heller
13. THE GREAT GATSBY by F. Scott Fitzgerald
14. DUNE by Frank Herbert
15. THE MOON IS A HARSH MISTRESS by Robert Heinlein
16. STRANGER IN A STRANGE LAND by Robert Heinlein
17. A TOWN LIKE ALICE by Nevil Shute
18. BRAVE NEW WORLD by Aldous Huxley
19. THE CATCHER IN THE RYE by J.D. Salinger
20. ANIMAL FARM by George Orwell
21. GRAVITY'S RAINBOW by Thomas Pynchon
22. THE GRAPES OF WRATH by John Steinbeck
23. SLAUGHTERHOUSE FIVE by Kurt Vonnegut
24. GONE WITH THE WIND by Margaret Mitchell
25. LORD OF THE FLIES by William Golding
26. SHANE by Jack Schaefer
27. TRUSTEE FROM THE TOOLROOM by Nevil Shute
28. A PRAYER FOR OWEN MEANY by John Irving
29. THE STAND by Stephen King
30. THE FRENCH LIEUTENANT'S WOMAN by John Fowles
31. BELOVED by Toni Morrison
32. THE WORM OUROBOROS by E.R. Eddison
33. THE SOUND AND THE FURY by William Faulkner
34. LOLITA by Vladimir Nabokov
35. MOONHEART by Charles de Lint
36. ABSALOM, ABSALOM! by William Faulkner
37. OF HUMAN BONDAGE by W. Somerset Maugham
38. WISE BLOOD by Flannery O'Connor
39. UNDER THE VOLCANO by Malcolm Lowry
40. FIFTH BUSINESS by Robertson Davies
41. SOMEPLACE TO BE FLYING by Charles de Lint
42. ON THE ROAD by Jack Kerouac
43. HEART OF DARKNESS by Joseph Conrad
44. YARROW by Charles de Lint
45. AT THE MOUNTAINS OF MADNESS by H.P. Lovecraft
46. ONE LONELY NIGHT by Mickey Spillane
47. MEMORY AND DREAM by Charles de Lint
48. TO THE LIGHTHOUSE by Virginia Woolf
49. THE MOVIEGOER by Walker Percy
50. TRADER by Charles de Lint
51. THE HITCHHIKER'S GUIDE TO THE GALAXY by Douglas Adams
52. THE HEART IS A LONELY HUNTER by Carson McCullers
53. THE HANDMAID'S TALE by Margaret Atwood
54. BLOOD MERIDIAN by Cormac McCarthy
55. A CLOCKWORK ORANGE by Anthony Burgess
56. ON THE BEACH by Nevil Shute
57. A PORTRAIT OF THE ARTIST AS A YOUNG MAN by James Joyce
58. GREENMANTLE by Charles de Lint
59. ENDER'S GAME by Orson Scott Card
60. THE LITTLE COUNTRY by Charles de Lint
61. THE RECOGNITIONS by William Gaddis
62. STARSHIP TROOPERS by Robert Heinlein
63. THE SUN ALSO RISES by Ernest Hemingway
64. THE WORLD ACCORDING TO GARP by John Irving
65. SOMETHING WICKED THIS WAY COMES by Ray Bradbury
66. THE HAUNTING OF HILL HOUSE by Shirley Jackson
67. AS I LAY DYING by William Faulkner
68. TROPIC OF CANCER by Henry Miller
69. INVISIBLE MAN by Ralph Ellison
70. THE WOOD WIFE by Terri Windling
71. THE MAGUS by John Fowles
72. T HE DOOR INTO SUMMER by Robert Heinlein
73. ZEN AND THE ART OF MOTORCYCLE MAINTENANCE by Robert Pirsig
74. I, CLAUDIUS by Robert Graves
75. THE CALL OF THE WILD by Jack London
76. AT SWIM-TWO-BIRDS by Flann O'Brien
77. FARENHEIT 451 by Ray Bradbury
78. ARROWSMITH by Sinclair Lewis
79. WATERSHIP DOWN by Richard Adams
80. NAKED LUNCH by William S. Burroughs
81. THE HUNT FOR RED OCTOBER by Tom Clancy
82. GUILTY PLEASURES by Laurell K. Hamilton
83. THE PUPPET MASTERS by Robert Heinlein
84. IT by Stephen King
85. V. by Thomas Pynchon
86. DOUBLE STAR by Robert Heinlein
87. CITIZEN OF THE GALAXY by Robert Heinlein
88. BRIDESHEAD REVISITED by Evelyn Waugh
89. LIGHT IN AUGUST by William Faulkner
90. ONE FLEW OVER THE CUCKOO'S NEST by Ken Kesey
91. A FAREWELL TO ARMS by Ernest Hemingway
92. THE SHELTERING SKY by Paul Bowles
93. SOMETIMES A GREAT NOTION by Ken Kesey
94. MY ANTONIA by Willa Cather
95. MULENGRO by Charles de Lint
96. SUTTREE by Cormac McCarthy
97. MYTHAGO WOOD by Robert Holdstock
98. ILLUSIONS by Richard Bach
99. THE CUNNING MAN by Robertson Davies
100. THE SATANIC VERSES by Salman Rushdie
i've been pondering the "identity" aspect of the may scavenger hunt. it's the one that has most eluded me and most intrigued me. i said on the scavenger hunt thread that i found it very difficult because it is at once limited and infinite. to try to depict identity - especially my own identity - in one photograph is a daunting task.
but today, i walked through the living room and caught sight of my big yarn basket, full of colorful yarn just waiting to become something. and i realized that was something that i could use for identity - my identity.
the yarn in this basket is every color i could get my h ands on. i was planning to make granny squares and i wanted them to be colorful. it's a 100% wool (all natural, no synthetics) yarn called "lima" and is made by hjertegarn.dk. that means it's all real and natural, nothing fake about it (except maybe the color). the yarn resides there in its basket on a shelf in the living room - it's beautiful as it is, but also contains pure potential for creativity - it is ready to be transformed at any moment, should inspiration strike, but is quite all right as it is. i think i can get on board with that for identity.
I've been meditating on the word "resolved" and permutations thereof (resolution, resolute, solve, salve, resound, etc....)
I started to scribble a list of resolutions: improve time management, stop staying up all night, love myself, cook more & take out less, draft & stick to a budget, take the dog for longer walks, drink more water, read a few pages for pleasure every day, get to the bottom of some pesky health problems, eat breakfast, set boundaries with work, identify my next move, exercise more often, keep in better touch with far away friends, be less of a perfectionist, follow-through on the promises I make to myself... ... ...
... But when I started to go onto the 2nd page, I realized that I was setting myself up to fail. I stared at my list for a while, looking to make a forest out of the trees. After squinting and sighing, it hit me, all I really need to do is be mindful. I've got to be clear about what I want & make sure that my actions are bringing me closer to -- not further from -- my desires.
Why am I telling you all this? Well, as a part of being mindful, I suspect that my Flickr habits will (or, at least, ought to) change. I'll still be commenting & posting most every day. And I will still look forward to being inspired by you all the time. But I anticipate logging in fewer times a day. Keeping the addiction in check will make me more mindful about how I spend my time, more efficient at work, & more balanced. So, if I don't comment on your photos right away, please don't think I've forgotten about you -- it just may take me a few hours/days to make the rounds. But I'll be well hydrated and on budget. ;)
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4795 Hector Goldsborough
"Comrades of the Great Adventure"
The months of August and September 1915 were particularly busy for the young lads of Goldsbrough families, with John Joseph close cousin from Eastwood NSW, Milton, Hector and not forgetting Robert Erickson (family friend from Manly), all enlisting in the cause within days or a couple of weeks of each other, mostly at the Liverpool Depot.
From a family of twelve which included six brothers, Hector was the first in four of William Frederick Goldsbrough's sons to volunteer. Hector was destined to create a precedent and signature pattern of behaviour and attitude for subsequent enlisted sibling Goldsborough's, for soon after, suffering from some form of indecision or a confused sense of loyalty..........he went AWL from the Cootamundra Training Battalion. On the Western Front he was also convicted with accounts for AWL and not reporting for shift.
On the 30th of March 1916 he was officially listed as a Deserter and a Warrant issued in Australia for his arrest. In the interim Hector's conscience must have weighed heavily, his sense of partiotism, duty and "Call to Arms" bade him to re-enlist in the service to King and Country on the 22nd of November 1915.
Hector died of wounds on the 4th of April 1917, the outstanding Warrant for his apprehension at home however, remained in force and was not offiically withdrawn until the 30th of January 1919. It would appear Army Records did not detect the co-incidence of the two enlistments due to the fact, on his first application there was no Service No. (4795) assigned him on the documentation. This may indicate he absented himself prior to formal Attestation.
"Died of Wounds"
3rd Eschelon report: AIF Headquarters 15.1.18
Wounded in Action 2.4.17
Adm 15th Fld. Amb. g.s.w. chest and trans to C.C.Stn. 2.4.17
Adm 3rd C.C. 3.4.17 g.s.w. abdomen penetrating
Died of wounds at 3rd Cas. Cl St. France 4.4.17
Buried at Pozieres British Cemetery 11372G.
Errata: Hector may have been on strength with 3 Platoon, not 4 Pltn as previously thought.
Australian Red Cross - Missing and Wounded
Selected individual eyewitness accounts and first hand statements (below) by members of the same battalion who were present in the final days of Hector's demise. Worth noting, these recounts were dictated at a date sometimes many months later than the event, by in many instances diggers who themselves were convalescent from battle wounds or trauma, in various Military Hospitals both in France and England.
Present with Hector on that fateful morning were:
Privates Barlow, Clune (KIA 21 July 1918), Gibbon and L/Cpl Bell. Other known Gunners in Hector's section include 2143 Pte J.T. Brennan, and 2166 Pte H. Brown.
Co-incidental as it may be, 2170 Pte John Alfred Gibbon (above) age 32 years, enlisted with the same intake as brother 2173 Roy Goldsbrough on the 21/22 of March at Liverpool. John’s occupation is listed as an Orchard Manager from Wingello near Camden NSW. Gibbon was later to be critically injured at Ypres in Belgium on the 8th October 1917 with a shell wound to the left arm, necessitating amputation at a Canadian Field Hospital. Invalidity assessed as TPI, he returned to Australia on 22nd March 1918. Died, Bowral in 1962.
2174 Pte. Geoffrey Tite Goodman age 21 from Camden, a mechanic and another of the eyewitness informants on Hectors Red Cross records, also enlisted on this day.
We draw your attention here to the close consecutive sequence of the AIF Service Numbers for those mentioned above, to Hector's brother Roy . 2143, 2166, 2170, 2172, 2173 and 2174!
Front Line Accounts
2170 Pte Gibbon, 56th Battn
"He was on the same gun with me on April 2nd when we made our hop over at Louverval. He got hit in the arm and said to me........ I've got a blighty one; I'm off, take the gun".
2616 Pte H. S. Brown, A Coy
"I saw him wounded at Louverval. He was shot through the chest by a sniper and I saw him walk away to the dressing station, which was about 1/2 a mile distant".
2219 Pte S. S. Maynard
"H. Goldsbrough was wounded at Louverval on the 2nd April in the morning. I think he was shot through the lung. He died two days later at the D.S. at Pozieres. I did not see him but I got this information from his brother Roy who was with him at the time. Roy came out with the same Re-enf. as I did and I knew him well".
4750 Corpl. A.R. Charlton, A Coy
"He was hit hard early in the morning of the 2nd (April) in the attack and walked out of the trench to go to the C.C.S. and I cannot say what happened to him after that".
Corpl. Alan Roy Charlton also gives a report on the death of brother Roy for the 16th of May at Bullecourt. He witnessed both incidents. Alan Charlton enlisted (aged 18 years) within a week of Hector, both 4th Battalion 15th Re-inforcements, they embarked Sydney 8th March 1916 on troop ship HMAT "The Star of England."
Alan a brickmaker, was born in Bourke NSW 1897 to parents Edward Burns and Elizabeth. The family later moved to Princes Road, Auburn. One of seven children he died at Newtown in 1959. There are no records to indicate he ever married nor dependents.
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"I've got a blighty one....."
A Blighty wound -- a wound serious enough to require recuperation away from the trenches but not serious enough to kill or maim the victim -- was hoped for by many, and sometimes self-inflicted. So-called 'Blighty wounds' were generally considered desirable among British and Commonwealth troops who had found themselves serving in the front lines for any extended period of time. 'Old Blighty' was a colloquial term for mother England, so the inference was they may be returned to their homeland for respite.
Reviewing other statements from the Red Cross archives concerning Hectors fate after being wounded, we can draw two conclusions. He remained in the lines until it was safe to make his own way out to seek medical assistance later in the morning. Or, did he struggle to the Dressing Station at Doignies (which was about 1/2 mile distant), now secured by the 55th Battalion as part of the same attack. Was he taken by the Field Ambulance Brigades to Baupame then Pozieres where the Casualty Clearing Station and field operating theatres were positioned.
Irrespective, we doubt whether Hector will have survived this injury, being shot through the chest or lung he probably drowned in his own blood eventually, very quickly succumed to septicaemia or peritonitis from internal bleeding. At least one account mentions his brother Roy visiting Hector at the CCS. News may have traveled down the lines of A-Company very quickly, informing Roy of his brother's wounding, where Roy may have then taken leave, after the battalion was stood down for rest after the Louverval attack either on the same or next day. Roy may have been in the company of Hector towards his final hours at the bedside.
For the next chapter on Hector's fate and the 56th Battalion, go here
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Link will direct you to the AWM and C.E.W. Bean's account for Louverval, where Hector was mortally wounded, and chapters on "The Taking of the Outpost Villages". Read the whole entry of 47 pages or go to (pdf) page 16 , more pertinent for the Louverval attack (view, or right - click save). www.awm.gov.au/cms_images/histories/5/chapters/07.pdf
Summary of AIF service
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The Goldsborough Family in Australia
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it takes courage to grow up and turn out to be who you really are. e.e. cummings
I feel like this quote just fits the day, between volunteering back at the aquarium for the first time this year, and the message at church today, which centered around the question: "Why are you here?" Not like on Earth, but in the place you're at in life...thought provoking stuff!
I'm such a terrible decision-maker, so every time there is a fork in the road I draw out the process of choosing...either by making a pros-cons list or just some good old fashioned procrastination. Sometimes you just gotta be brave and make a move!
I am not back....not yet......Life's diktat, for the time being, is to stay miles away from photography.
What I have always found a bit intriguing is how frequently people manage to give their surroundings a miss and loose themselves in their own little world. Time, place, work, hardships and the all pervading chaos around us all set aside, we still manage to indulge in the momentary luxury of finding a wee bit of time for ourselves and our thoughts.
Just a little while back this guy was hawking at the top of his voice....high on his agenda was wrapping up the days business with a flurry of sales.......
And a little while later, quite abruptly, he was lost in the depths of something that made everything else around him irrelevant.
Anytime anywhere on the streets, one finds numerous examples of this sort......
What makes someone forget his or her priorities??? what makes someone oblivious of even business and livelihood....even momentarily???
How does the focus blur into a momentary trance???
Today Tre Ponders the pros and cons of having a furry roommate.. but then swiftly switches to the healing power of Touch and the effects on parasympathetic and sympathetic nervous system as well as the increase of Positive hormones and neurotransmitters . He wonders if Humans really know and appreciate this simple form of love and healing. ( He does know that Mommy knows. ;) )
Thank you Temari09 for the use of your frame overlay. www.flickr.com/photos/34053291@N05/5405153185/
Quote of the Day from 'The Religion of God (Divine Love)' by His Divine Eminence RA Gohar Shahi (thereligionofgod.com/). 'Those who just verbally proclaim and say, "I love you," are merely bluffing.'
After an afternoon of looking at too many mid-XXth century science and technology ads, this option for the "Design is..." playoff came together.
The typeface is Priest Condensed, from FoundFontsâ„¢.
looking through the many versions of this shot, this time I liked this one better .....
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God & Man
1. Forgive yourself.
Forgive yourself for all that you have done wrong thus far. For the friends you left behind, for the jobs you left, for the people you mistreated, for everything that weighs you down. Forgive yourself for being human.
2. Let go of the past.
Let go of the... - #Stories
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A world traveler standing and thinking in Svalbard.
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Child photography is my passion and I like to catch them unaware when they are lost in their own thoughts. I often wonder what go through their minds?
Just spent 40 minutes outside - went home, chilled out for a bit, picked up a camera - shot some photos on the way back - felt like I had attended a bikram yoga session #deepthoughts
Work has been crazy lately and sometimes I question myself, "Is this really what I want to do for the rest of my life?".
Truth to be told, I don't hate my job. Its just that sometimes whenever I see friends graduate and get promoted, do things that they love, and fulfil their dreams I feel envious. I have always been ambitious. I have so many things that I wanted to do and told myself that I have to achieve. One, to travel and photograph as much as I can. Two, to be a journalist.
But hey, here I am still...
So lets hope I'd be able to click more in 2017 and achieve my targets :-)
HAPPY 2017 EVERYBODY!
Many millions of years ago a hyper-intelligent race of pan-dimensional beings became so fed up with the constant bickering about the 'meaning of life' that they decided to sit down and solve it once and for all. And to this end, they built themselves a stupendous super-computer called 'Deep Thought' ... after mulling over this problem for a considerable length of time, seven and a half million years, in which the philosophers, Vroomfondle and Majikthise made considerable impact on their gravy-train of philosophical musings, the long-awaited response from 'Deep Thought' came, the answer ... '42'. It was decided, on instruction from 'Deep Thought' that to decipher _that_ reply, the 'Mice' would have to build yet another computer, able to understand the response. This newer, faster computer turned out to be the 'Planet Earth' but just before the answer became available, the Earth was blown up by a Vogon Constructor Fleet, making way through the Solar System for a new hyperspace bypass... and that, or so it is written, is where the story begins. Douglas Adams trilogy in 5 parts, 'The Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy', with the front cover of the 'Guide' emblazoned with the re-assuring words, 'DON'T PANIC', in large friendly red letters...
Well it has been 42 years between the two events depicted in this first New Year, 'Then & Now' piece, showing the scene over-looking one of the local South Yorkshire railway areas, at top, in November 1971 and below, as best as I could manage, a very similar view from the 23rd March 2013 with, for this date, a surprising downfall of snow still evident. The upper picture 'popped up', as it were, during the recent scanning session for the pictures for the Varsity-II set, taken by my father during the war. This one however wasn't part of that set of course but was in the same box and I hadn't taken a close look at what this was until scanning the second set of pictures for the Varsity-II material. It is unfortunately not of very good quality and I think, as it was November, the first shot taken by my father, is out of the side window at their bungalow over-looking what was still a thriving Don Valley Steel Industry. Even so, poorness of shot aside, I well remember this view as it lay below where, in the 1950s/60s style, myself and cousin ran wild under what seemed to be eternal long, hot summer days and rarely wanted to be inside except maybe for Top of the Pops on Thursdays at 7:30pm and Dr. Who on Saturdays at `tea time`, around 6:00pm... In addition, my grandfather, Fred Moncaster, a builder, whose work featured here on these pages last year, see-
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and who owned the land at the back of his house just across the road from where we lived, used the land as open space along with the storage of building materials and this provided enough in the way of source materials to enable us to get up to all sorts of mischief. I was delighted to find this shot, looking over the sidings area atop what used to be the Bradmarsh area of Ickles, the sidings at that time, perched on a large piece of high level ground beyond the then snaking course of the River Rother. As mentioned above, it looks like the shot, taken on Kodak colour transparency film, dates from Nov 1971. Although the original is in 'colour' the time between 'then and now' hasn't been kind to the emulsion and the positive has a strong magenta cast which makes the scene look odd; as this is the way we like our vintage railway pictures, this was rendered in black-and-white. Some processing has been undertaken and an attempt made to remove the many spots and marks on the slide, especially visible on the sky section; so this isn't a bad rendition with the proviso that it is still slightly blurred. There is much to see in the picture and the main item of interest, as shown in the 'tidied-up' version of a detailed 1955/68 OS map of the Bradmarsh area, the GC's lines coming in from the rear of the Templeborough, Steel, Peach & Tozer, works can be seen at top left, passing over the the River Don with another bridge below it allowing access into sidings in the space which now forms the rough ground/car park, for Centenary Park; the more northerly bridge into the sidings at Bradmarsh, now having been removed, see-
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showing the now graffiti'd bridge abutment which carried the lines over into the elevated Bradmarsh sidings; now the land has been flattened and is now the Bradmarsh Business Park. The GC mineral line which comes out of the site and heads south-west towards the Ickles Goit, a small stream usually to feed a mill or windmill, in the lower left corner of the map, continues and joins the Midland's 'Old Road' at Masbrough Sorting Sidings which ultimately became a Freightliner Depot and is now the Masbrough Freight Depot/Steel Terminal/Newell and Wright Container Services depot. The small estate of terraced houses running along the north-west side of Sheffield Road consists of, the aptly named, River Street, Bradmarsh Street, Marsh Road and Marsh Street, of which there is still a little left with its single house next to the car showroom at Bow Bridge. An interesting feature is that the GC built their second line south of the 'Mineral Railway' marked on the map, which then went into other works at the side of the river just north of the Phoenix Works Hall, and the line also curved east and passed under the original line in a small tunnel, coming out on land between Bradmarsh and River Street and the now east-bound flow of the River Don. In the mid-to-late 1950s, heavily wrapped in blankets in the spare back-bedroom of my grandparents house at No.9 River St, marked on the map, I used to watch the patterns on the thin curtains, of the fiery inferno which happened regularly in the night; the furnaces in the Iron & Steel works being tapped or ladles of molten metal being poured out of wagons on the lines, just a few hundred yards away between the house and the River Don bank. At top left in this map, just at the other side of the River Don, the main lines of the Great Central Railway head north-east from the Tinsley and Woodburn Junctions, heading towards Rotherham Central, and on to Mexborough. At top right, the confluence of the Rivers Don and Rother, at Bow Bridge, a very dark and sinister edifice in the 1950s when all the rivers around here were heavily polluted and looked not one jot very inviting at all; I absolutely hated walking over that bridge. Things have changed dramatically now of course with clean water, kingfishers and other bird life about and the water full of fish and plant life; but all the Templeborough polluting steel works have now gone of course. In the main picture at top left, many features are evident. Centre left background, hiding somewhat is smoke, the Tinsley Cooling Towers and to their right, behind the tall chimney stack, the gasometer at Wincobank which was demolished last year, see-
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and its demolition in January 2016-
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The well packed area of the Bradmarsh Sidings is in the foreground, behind Rotherham's Canklow Council house estate, with the Kenning's Garage at the central intersection and their car hire establishment off to the right along the same road. Difficult to see in this picture but the meandering nature of the River Rother can just be made out, with what used to be called the 'Ox-Bow lake' cut off from the main river and shown in the 1955/68 map at right in the lower right corner; officially titled there as 'Pond'. The 1971 picture was processed in November but I'm not sure this is when the picture was taken, as the double-image of the setting sun is too far over towards Kepples Column in the north-west at Kimberworth, where it used to pass behind in high summer; so this picture, with the sun more south of the Column may be from the Autumn. The advertising hoardings on Sheffield Road, at the side of the GC's bridge over the road into the Bradmarsh sidings, can be clearly seen, one with the distinctive checker-board pattern standing out between the other two. This advertising awning looks to have been up for a couple of years as it featured in a picture I took at this location, in colour, three years earlier in 1968!, of a lunar eclipse, see-
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the checker-board pattern clearly visible alongside the GCs embankment carrying the mineral line over into the Bradmarsh Sidings. The main feature in that picture, at centre, was what we all knew as the 'Hovis Factory', the flour mill of RHM, Rank-Hovis Mcdougall, fully illuminated and fully working and still, at that time, receiving materials in Waddingtons Barges, on the short section of the River Rother which was navigable, below Bow Bridge; just off to the right partially hidden by the bushes. It was demolished in 2012 and photographed extensively by yours truly, see-
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In front of the awnings, on this side of Sheffield Road, and to the east of the Bradmarsh Sidings embankment, was an area of land next to the river, where the Waddingtons Barges used to pull up, see an attempt to recreate a feel of what this looked like, here-
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this land, although host to a cricket ground, see map at right, frequently flooded and was probably the reason my grandparents two-up-two-down house with outside loo was situated on the very aptly named 'River Street'. All this area is now re-developed and Centenary Way, the dual carriageway allowing folk to bypass Rotherham town centre, runs along the bottom of the black and white picture and can be seen in the snow covered scene in the lower picture, of approximately the same area, taken from the identical vantage point, in March 2013; which saw a particularly snowy start to the new year and which extended into late March! In the lower picture, a 3-part panorama, taken at 18:44 on the 23rd March, there is sufficient light to illuminate the scene using 200ISO with the 40mm lens set to f/16, to give the star-burst lens diffraction effect and with a 3.2 seconds shutter time; so cars, racing along Centenary Way, at centre, have their lights streaked along the frame. Missing from this lower picture, in the background, the Tinsley Towers are no more, demolished in August 2008 and the elevated Bradmarsh Sidings, the height of course representing the difference between the GCs line formation and that of the Midland, the latter running through here at the other side of the Bradmarsh area, during the early 1980s, were razed to the ground and now form the Bradmarsh Business Park. At centre left, the dark building with the red-stripe just visible, is the Magna Science Adventure Centre with now, no Wincobank gasometer to its right; the River Rother got straightened out and now flows where the developers and planners found it most convenient to be and all the meandering features and the interest they created, have gone. The Canklow Council house estate is still present, though under-going a process of refurbishment with new houses being built on the space where old ones have been demolished once tenants can be moved out. Kenning's GArage, seen in the earlier picture has had a chequered history and is now a hand car wash facility operating from the same site. At the time of this picture, in early 2013, not all of the RHM building had been demolished, though all the concrete structures had been removed, there was still a couple of building left which seemed to persist for a while; they can be seen alongside the River Rother at far right. Booths Scrapyard is just behind them and the Midland's large bridge of the Sheffield and South Yorkshire Navigation can be seen just behind the elevated barriers of the Brinsworth Street level crossing on the Holmes Chord. Immediately to the left of the crossing, the large white expanse, above the 3 prominent 'stars' at the Citroen Garage on Centenary Way, is Centenary Park with its henge of cast iron trilithons, a remnant of past Iron & Steel glories. The Midland's 'Old Road' lines run alongside the park at the far end, passing behind the Bradmarsh Business Park and making their way south alongside the Masbrough Freight Depot/Steel Terminal with the chrome-green Firth-Rixon building just behind. The centre of Sheffield, the well lit city, is off to the left, but the sky already speaks of a system of light pollution which in the last two years, as part of the road regeneration programme, is being changed over to upward-shaded LED lighting; though the stark blue of the light isn't very welcome compared to the soft yellow variety seen in this picture.
Those March days, almost 4 years ago, with the snow having fallen heavily, reminded me of the not-often played introduction to the Raymond Briggs seminal and iconic story of 'The Snowman', if interested, a clip of this can be heard here-