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Pulling Gs and making steam! The LERXs (leading edge root extensions) going from the wing to the cockpit are generating huge vortexes that condense moisture out of the air. The all-moving stabilators, also called slab stabilizers, are deflected for nose-up pitch. The flaps are also partially extended for more lift.
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An oil deflecting boom intended to protect from oil spilling from the BP Deepwater Horizon wellhead is washed up on a Grand Terre Island Beach in Louisiana June 14, 2010. Oil from the BP Deepwater Horizon wellhead is devastating the marine environment and coastal communities along the Gulf Coast . Photo © Kate Davison/Greenpeace
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Horseshoe Bend
Page, Arizona
Cinestill 50Daylight
Nikon F3
Nikkor 50mm 1.4
Processed @ TCR Photo Imaging Center
"My lord, the fleet has moved out of lightspeed. Com-scan has detected an energy field protecting an area of the sixth planet of the Hoth system. The field is strong enough to deflect any bombardment."
"The Rebels are alerted to our presence. Admiral Ozzel came out of lightspeed too close to the system."
"He...He felt surprise was wiser—"
"He is as clumsy as he is stupid. General, prepare your troops for a surface attack."
"Yes, my Lord."
―General Maximillian Veers and Darth Vader
The Imperial attack force consisted of primarily AT-AT walkers, commanded by General Maximilian Veers. His army was tasked with destroying Echo Base's main power generator to allow orbital bombardment of the planet and for Darth Vader to land on the planet. Spearheading the defense of the generator was Rogue Squadron, manning snowspeeders, commanded by Luke Skywalker, renowned for being the pilot who destroyed the first Death Star.
The snowspeeders however did not have the necessary firepower to bring down the walkers, so Skywalker suggested an alternative tactic to trip up the walkers with the tow cables issued to every snowspeeder.
Despite the efforts by Rogue Squadron, the power generator was eventually destroyed by Veers' main AT-AT. The remaining base personnel proceeded to evacuate, as the 501st Legion, led by Darth Vader, entered the base.
The overwhelming Imperial invasion forced the Rebellion to scatter the Alliance Fleet across the galaxy, leading to a multitude of scattered skirmishes across the galaxy for over six months before the Empire's sudden and crushing defeat at the Battle of Endor.
Hans van Eijsden Photography, The Netherlands
Model: Tamara Terzic - MUAH: Ayse Aslan
Lens: Canon EF 85mm f/1.2L II USM on full frame.
Light: An Elinchrom ELB 400 with one HS head as key light from the right-front into an Elinchrom Deep Octa with silver deflector and with inner diffusor, triggered via the Skyport Plus HS. Light from the back is ambient light.
Postprocessing: Some local adjustment curves, some local cloning.
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AVR 4003 leads a short train west at Bruceton as they approach MP-12 and the W&LE overhead bridge. Note this former B&O line was double track, as the smoke deflector plates are still on the W&LE, former P&WV overhead.
Push on forward, face the pain.
Embrace that moment,
Don't deflect or dodge the flames.
Feel that sweat roll down your back.
That work is potent,
The strain proves you are on track.
- a fragment
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I lit the cove with an Elinchrom Portalite square softbox with a silver deflector fitted to eliminate a hot spot in the centre ... the soft box is on a boom in the butterfly position ... lighting the subject and the background with just one light keeps the working space safe and simple ...
Second of two former Metroline Scania Omnicites, RSY retains its upper deck tree deflector and has lost the black surround to the front upper deck window, unlike sister RPU.
Express steam locomotive 01 514 of the Deutsche Reichsbahn (GDR). The "pacific" type engine was built in 1937 as 01 208 by the Krupp company in Essen (West Germany). After the war it remained in East Germany. In the 1960s this engine was entirely reconstructed (as were several of her sisters). The modernization included equipping it with a new high performance boiler, modern smoke deflectors and many other newly designed parts. Afterwards it was renumbered. This particular sample went back into service in 1963 and roamed the rails for 20 more years.
Hand held manual focus Tamron 70-200 f/2.8 Macro with a Pentax Rear Converter-A 2X-S and custom built flash deflector.
Estaba fotografiando un cardo azul con distintos fondos, y tuve la mala suerte de que llegase una mariposa cuando tenia un fondo de su mismo color. Así que no me ha quedado otra que tirar de Photoshop y ponerlo de un color en el que destaque un poquito.
Se que es totalmente irreal, pero eso es lo que buscaba, un poco de fantasía.
Los circulitos están en el fondo artificial, hice unos cuantos en distintos colores, pero no le veo yo mucho futuro., por lo menos para naturaleza.
Sacada a contraluz y rellenadas las sombras con un reflector plateado.
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Para verla mejor pulsa...L y F11
A lenticular cloud glows with the dawn light above Green Mountain and the Flatiron formation in Boulder Colorado. Technically known as “Altocumulus Standing Lenticular” these clouds form when air is forced up by mountains oriented perpindicularly to the flowing wind. At the crest of their movement clouds will form if there is sufficient moisture, shaped like flying saucers or pancakes, reflecting the gravitational spread of the deflected air. I’m unsure what causes the stacking that we see here. While the cloud appears stationary, the air is moving very quickly. The shape may change with time as the wind velocity changes. This cloud elongated after I took this photo (see future posts and link listed below).
While it looks like I’ve gotten carried away with the saturation and vibrance sliders, I’ve actually toned this down a bit. If you visit this link and input the date as Feb 6, 2016, starting at 6:45 am and ending at 7:30 am, you can see just how bright this cloud became, and watch the shape change with time. (#2)
I had to get a view of this thing I could call my own. So I edited out the wires and even the last minute stampede was deflected from this shot at the former Arden Station off the bridge. Incredible the Amazon Jungle here now!
Santa Fe Baldwin built 4-8-4 #3759 on display in Kingman, AZ. It's interesting to see the smoke deflector raised. Built in 1928. The boiler retains its asbestos jacket.
Pulling Gs and making steam! The LERXs (leading edge root extensions) going from the wing to the cockpit are generating huge vortexes that condense moisture out of the air. The flaps are partially extended for more lift. The all-moving stabilators, also called slab stabilizers, are deflected for nose-up pitch. Notice the condensation on the leading edge of the stabilators.
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Her hardened stem and leaves deflect the gardeners touch, alone she stands rigid, ready to flower.....
Whilst the Jalainur opencast coal mine supplied the majority of the coal handled by the adjacent washery, there was also traffic from the nearby deep mines. Deflector fitted SY 1416 is here bringing in a trainload from the Tiebeikuang mine.
Leyland Constructor Tipper, H663 HUD, Tarmac Sub Contractor.
'Nice personal touch with the Leyland badging on both front wheelarch deflectors' ..
Hans van Eijsden Photography, The Netherlands
MUA: Martina Kató
Lens: Canon EF 85mm f/1.2L II USM on full frame.
Light: An Elinchrom ELB 400 with one HS head as key light from the front into an Elinchrom Deep Octa with translucent deflector and inner diffusor, triggered via the Skyport Plus HS. Light from the back is ambient light.
Postprocessing: Some local adjustment curves, some local cloning.
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Hans van Eijsden Photography, The Netherlands
MUA: Martina Kató
Lens: Canon EF 70-200mm f/2.8L IS USM on full frame.
Light: Simple setup with the Elinchrom ELC 1000 through a Deep Octa with silver deflector from the front-top-side, which creates the ultra high metallic contrast in her face. I measured the light with the Sekonic L-758DR.
Postprocessing: Some local adjustment curves, some local cloning.
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SOUTH CHINA SEA (June 15, 2021) Sailors lower a jet blast deflector during a general quarters drill on the flight deck of the U.S. Navy’s only forward-deployed aircraft carrier USS Ronald Reagan (CVN 76). Ronald Reagan, the flagship of Carrier Strike Group 5, provides a combat-ready force that protects and defends the United States, as well as the collective maritime interests of its allies and partners in the Indo-Pacific region. (U.S. Navy photo by Mass Communication Specialist 2nd Class Samantha Jetzer)
The plan was simple: hide in the tower, then silently jump from a roof, like a ninja, while the witch (Ann's note: with a B!) is busy with her potion in the moonlight. But it turned out Lord Vampyre's Bride wasn't as distracted as she pretended to be! Ann was swift, but no human is a match for vampire's reflexes. The Bride instantly turned around and deflected the bolt with a wooden spoon, as if it were a paper plane.
"Hello, dearie."
Fun fact: did you know that according to the official lore, Ann Lee was proficient in the ancient art of broomstickajitzu and got her scar from a witch nail?
But there's no witches in Monster Fighters... except for Lord Vampyre's Bride, who, according to the lore, is a master of hexes and potions.
And considering that Ann's hometown is, quote, UNKNOWN, and she wears garlic and aspen stakes all the time despite never facing any vampire character in a set (her arch-enemies are the ghosts, she also fought the mummy), it really makes you wonder - who exactly taught her an ancient art of broomstickajitzu? ;)
And when did it happen? Well, it's also possible that Vampyre's Bride stays eternally young, while Ann gets older... She wasn't grumpy all the time! And it's clear they wasn't always enemies with the Bride, but something did happen... but that didn't make them arch-enemies either, despite the scar... so it's complicated.
By the way, I still hate the fact that Lord Vampyre's Bride is just an addition to her husband. She doesn't even have a name, and moreover, despite the fact that her description and official bio calls her his wife, the minifigure itself officially called his bride, which is confusing. She could have been called Lady Vampyre, then at least that question would be solved.
Also worth noting that Ann Lee is still one of the most brutal looking female Lego characters, especially considering she's not even the villain! And I like her exactly for that, she's one of my most favorite Lego minifigures! :D That scar... she does remind me of Scar from The Lion King, or Kovu, since she's on the good team. xD Well, because of that, my own addition to the canon is, that since she's a pilot and she looks very tough, I think she might be a swearing person. Sorry not sorry. xD
So I wanted to share my little headcanon with you, because it actually fills the gaps in the official lore. For this I even bought the set that I wanted in childhood - the castle! It happened last spring (not this spring!), but the set was in a very sad condition (no minifigures - those are from my own collection, missing parts including some super rare, missing stickers, broken Reddish Brown parts, yellowed Gray parts, dust and plasticine) - hence the low price. Well, it was too big and dirty so I just kept it in a parcel box waiting for a lots of free time to clean it. I still don't have free time, but I had to reduce the number of boxes I have, so I spent my weekend mostly cleaning the set, even though I have so much other things to do. Oh well, I'm always running out of time!
Taken from a print in my collection, no further details known.
SR N class, built at Ashford using parts manufactured at Woolwich Arsenal entering service numbered A848 February 1925.Later numbered 1848. Renumbered 31848 August 1948. Full frame conversion October 1955 and withdrawn February 1964.
Ran without smoke deflectors October 1955 to February 1957. Since 31848 had been fitted with a Standard 4 blast pipe and the Standard locomotives did not require deflector plates than possibly those Southern locos also fitted with Standard 4 blast pipes and chimneys would also not require deflectors plates. This did not prove to be the case and the plates were reinstated in February 1957.
'Full frame and Front End conversion' was a bit of a misnomer and possibly should be 'rebuilt'. The N and U class locos treated either received new frames, or new front portions to the existing frames, together with cylinders, buffer beam and buffers, draw hook, footplating, steps,spring and brake hanger brackets, all drawn from stores prior to arrival. Also drawn from stores was a replacement boiler.
JŽ class 05 4-6-2 05.019 (Schwarzkopf/1930) at Beograd shed.
You can just make out a faded painting of the state flag on the nearest smoke deflector.
23/05/1966 [YUG 163].
I will have to say that I don't mind it without its smoke deflectors. Looks pretty cool!
For those who don't know, SAR 752 is currently undergoing restoration with a new coat of paint amongst other things as part of the History SA Grant to give a new lease on life to the locomotive. It will be placed undercover in the main pavilion so I am told.
The 750 Class were ex. Victorian Railways N Class 2-8-2 Mikados bought by the South Australian Railways in the early 1950s to replace the ageing Rx Class 4-6-0s on branchline services predominately in the Murray Mallee and the Murraylands region to locations like Pinnaroo, Loxton, Waikerie, Renmark, Berri, Barmera, Yinkanie and many more.
The 750 Class even made trip workings down to Port Adelaide with the daily morning shunt from Mile End to Port Adelaide, the only Mikado Class to ever operate to Port Adelaide apart from 718 which hauled an ARHS Special in the 1960s.
Number 752 (originally N 477) is the only one remaining of the 750 Class and resides at NRM Port Adelaide, SA.
N 432 the only one remaining out of eighty-odd N Class locos built by the VR in 1925-1928 (first batch), 1930-31 (second batch) and 1949-50 (third and final batch). N 432 is preserved at the Newport Workshops in Victoria.
Photo taken on Sunday 16th of March 2025.
Heritage LMS steam locomotive No. 46115 named "Scots Guardsman" thunders through Oxenholme Lake District Station in Cumbria on a London Euston - Carlisle charter on 22nd April 2017.
6115 was built in 1927 by the North British Locomotive Company in Springburn, Glasgow. It was named Scots Guardsman in 1928 after the Scots Guards. After receiving smoke deflectors, it starred in the 1936 film Night Mail.
6115 was rebuilt in 1947 with a new tapered type 2A boiler, and was painted in LMS 1946-style black livery. It was the first of the rebuilt engines to receive smoke deflectors and the only one to run with them as an LMS engine. It was renumbered 46115 by British Railways in 1948 and was withdrawn in January 1966.
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Some of the Ty2 class had green cab and red wheels livery. In this case Polish type smoke deflectors as well. 674 starts away with a heavy freight from Nowy Sacz as the crew look out to give us a friendly wave. Rollei 35 compact / Etachrome High Speed 160 ASA slide film the worse for age.
SP 3689 leading extra 4334. Notice WW2 era light deflectors. A troop train? No notes on this one. "Old Hogger" on trainorders identified this location as, "Santa Margarita, east bound. Another helper waits his turn to go around the Y. "
This is WW2 era, sometime in 1942. Photographer most likely Bill Darrough, from the Jack Darrough Collection. Since Bill Darrough died of cancer in 1942 this may be among his last train photos. Used with permission from Jack Darrough, obtained before he died.
SP 3689 is a Baldwin, F-4 2-10-2. Reportedly: SP 3689 was builtin 1922 retired and scrapped in 1957. SP 4334 is a 4-8-2 MT-3, built by SP Sac. Shops in 1925, vacated & scrapped in 1956.
Looking spiffy with its small smoke deflectors and smokebox decorations, SY 1748 is prepared for another days work after a night of snow.
This loco was built at Tangshan in September 1993.
Baotou Steelworks, Jan 2008
01 1082 from Osnabrück Hbf shed at the head of an express towards Osnabrück, likely D96. 01 1082 has lost her left smoke deflector, in which state she run a couple of weeks.(picture taken by Klaus Dieter Schwerdtfeger)
Wild South Africa
Kruger National Park
Walking downwind (at quiet a pace) to a drinking hole.
In courtship, the male inflates its throat to spread the white frontal neck feathers outwards, the head with raised crest is drawn back, the wings are drooped and the tail deflected upwards and forwards to the neck. The birds have a majestic walk and for their size are remarkably strong fliers. They take off with very heavy wing beats, but once air-borne they fly quickly and strongly. They prefer to walk away from danger and only fly if pressed. When in a group, the birds walk in a loose line across the veld searching for food.
To see one in flight, go to the following link
www.flickr.com/photos/24689012@N07/15326963036/
I hope you don't mind Judy.
By the way, the word "bustard" refers to "ground dwellers"
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Cavendish Mews is a smart set of flats in Mayfair where flapper and modern woman, the Honourable Lettice Chetwynd has set up home after coming of age and gaining her allowance. To supplement her already generous allowance, and to break away from dependence upon her family, Lettice has established herself as a society interior designer, so her flat is decorated with a mixture of elegant antique Georgian pieces and modern Art Deco furnishings, using it as a showroom for what she can offer to her well heeled clients.
Today however we are not at Cavendish Mews. Instead, we are just a short distance away in London’s busy shopping precinct on Regent Street, where amidst the throng of London’s middle-class housewives and upper-class ladies shopping for amusement, two maids – Edith who is Lettice’s maid and her best friend Hilda who is the maid for Lettice’s friends Margot and Dickie Channon - are enjoying the pleasures of window shopping under the wide canvas awnings of Selfridges on their day off. The usually busy footpath outside the enormous department store with London’s biggest plate glass windows seems even busier today as the crowds are swelled by visitors who have come in from the outer suburbs of London and elsewhere around England to do a little bit of early Christmas shopping. Already Edith is noticing that the shops are busier than usual, and even though Christmas is still a good two months away, there are signs of Christmas cheer with bright and gaudy tinsel garlands and stars cut from metallic paper hanging in shop windows and gracing shop counters. Around them, the vociferous collective chatter of shoppers mixes with the sound of noisy automobiles and chugging double decker busses as they trundle along Regent Street.
“So how are things at Hill Street, Hilda?” Edith asks her best friend as the pair stand before a window display of brightly coloured umbrellas just perfect to brighten the upcoming winter days. “Have you settled in alright?”
“Oh yes, I’ve settled in just fine,” Hilda begins, but her voice belies concerns.
“I sense there is a but. Don’t tell me it’s worse than awful old Mrs, Plaistow’s?”
“Oh no!” Hilda assures her friend, raising her glove clad hands in defence. “Far from it. It’s just that, well…” She pauses. “I don’t know where Mrs. Channon learned her housekeeping skills.”
Edith laughs. “Don’t be silly, Hilda. Mrs. Channon is a lady, and a future marchioness. She isn’t meant to know how to cook and clean! That’s what you are there for.”
“No Edith. I didn’t mean that.” Hilda deflects.
Edith tuns to her friend, but is momentarily distracted by the passing parade of shoppers behind them on the pavement and passenger faces in the fogged up windows of a red and cream double decker bus as it chugs noisily past them, belching out fumes. “What do you mean then, Hilda?”
“I meant that she doesn’t have the first idea about housekeeping. She’s the one who comes to me, asking me how much the housekeeping budget for the week should be.”
“Oh dear! Doesn’t Mrs. Channon give you a set amount each week then?”
“Well, I tried that, but it fluctuates from week to week.” Hilda replies exasperatedly. “Some weeks she gives me more than I’ve asked for. Sometimes she asks me if what I’ve quoted is enough, and some weeks she just adds extra in anyway, telling me to splurge on something extravagant to cook, or worse yet to buy something special and frivolous for myself!”
“No!” Edith gasps in incredulity.
“And yet on other weeks I tell Mrs. Channon how much I need, and she tells me that she can’t quite meet that budget.”
“Well maybe that’s why Mrs. Channon gives you a bit extra sometimes, to put aside for a rainy day.”
“To be honest, I don’t think Mrs, Channon would know a rainy day if it slapped her in the face with a wet fish*.” The pair of maids titter girlishly for a moment with their hands to their mouths as they imagine Margot Channon being slapped in the face with a salmon or a kipper. “She seems to have no real concept about money, other than she either has it or she hasn’t.”
The pair move across to the next window featuring an array of pretty autumnal hats with wide and narrow brims made of straw and brightly patterned fabric decorated with a mixture of feather, fur and floral trims.
“I don’t think either Mr. or Mrs. Channon even know the meaning of the word budget.” Hilda carries on. “Take these for example,” She points to the hats. “Mrs Channon’s father, Lord de Virre gave Mr. and Mrs. Channon a motor car as a wedding gift, but it sits gathering dust in the garage at Hill Street and they seldom use it because they don’t have the money for petrol to fill it. Yet they take taxis everywhere. I’m forever having to go down to the corner to the taxi stand to fetch one for them. And then Mrs. Channon comes home from a day of shopping with three, mind you three, new hats she really doesn’t need, and she asks me if I have sixpence left over from the housekeeping for the driver waiting downstairs to be paid!”
“Oh, that does sound rather chaotic, Hilda.”
“Chaotic is right!” Hilda agrees. “Mrs. Channon is just lucky that I do know how to work on a budget, and I don’t go spending the extra money she gives me some weeks on frippery and do have enough to cover the shortfalls when they happen. And goodness knows what that Pegeen did when she was working as maid at Hill Street!”
“Oh dear! Did you find another Pegeen present the other day?”
“Did I ever! Mr. and Mrs. Channon had Lord and Lady de Virre for supper the other night, so they had Harrods cater it.”
“You had the money for that then?”
“Yes, luckily, from Mr. Channon. Anyway, they asked for lobster, so when I went to the drawer for the lobster piks** I found it stuffed not only with a jangle of odds and ends of silverware, but half a dozen empty oyster shells, no doubt left over from another dinner party!”
“You’re lucky they didn’t smell!”
“I think they’d been there for a few months.” Hilda remarks dubiously. “I mean, I know Pegeen is Irish, but surely even they have dustbins in Ireland!”
Edith giggles again. “At least you have jolly good stories to regale me with on our days off, Hilda.”
The pair meander to the next window which is crowded with clusters of small children with their noses pressed to the glass, their harried mothers or frustrated nannies trying desperately to get them to come away. Peering over the top of the children’s heads, they see it is a window full of wonderful toys: teddy bears***, tin soldiers, brightly painted wooden castles and forts, games, blocks and books.
As they look, Edith’s eyes fall upon something and she gasps, clapping her hands in delight.
“What is it, Edith?” asks Hilda.
“Come on!” Edith says, grasping Hilda’s right hand in her left. “We have to go inside! I just found the perfect Christmas present!”
The pair enter Selfridge’s grand department store by one of the three revolving doors and are immediately enveloped by the wonderful scent of dozens of perfumes from the nearby perfumery counters. Despite Hilda’s protestations at being drawn away from the perfume and beauty counters, the pair make their way upstairs to the toy department.
The pair meander between tables laden with mountains of boxed dolls, teddy bears, toy tea sets and dolls’ house furnishings, jostling for space with excited children in toy heaven escorted by their frazzled parents. The air is punctuated with laughter, squeals of delight and the occasional sharp slap and harsh words of admonishment when a child does more than just look at what is on display.
“What are we looking for?” Hilda asks in a desultory fashion as she tags along behind Edith who charges about like a woman with a purpose.
“I’ll know when I see them.” Edith says excitedly. Then she spies what she is seeking. “Ahh, how perfect! Right next to the register!”
The pair brusquely walk over to a glass topped counter on which sits a brightly polished brass cash register. In front of it is a display of wooden and plush rabbits, and there, nestled amongst them, a selection of books written by Beatrix Potter. Excitedly, Edith deposits her newly acquired from the Petticoat Lane Market**** second-hand snakeskin purse – almost an exact replica of Lettice’s – onto the glass counter. She snatches up a copy of ‘The Tale of Samuel Whiskers’ and ‘The Tale of Two Bad Mice’.
“I wonder which one he’d like?” Edith ponders as she holds the two brightly coloured books in her hands. “Then again, he does like rabbits.” she mutters aloud as she puts them back and takes up a copy of ‘The Tale of Benjamin Bunny’.
“Beatrix Potter Books?” Hilda queries, screwing up her nose as she sidles up alongside her friend, hooking her black handled brolly on the raised edge of the counter. “What do you want them for?” Then she pauses, her eyes growing wide. “Bert hasn’t got some poor stewardess in the family way has he, Edith?”
Edith’s eyes roll as she turns to her friend. “No, my brother hasn’t done any such thing, I’ll thank you very much, Hilda. No, these are for Mrs, Boothby.”
“Mrs. Boothby?” Hilda queries, thinking of the mature Cockney charwoman***** employed by both her mistress, Margot, and Edith’s mistress, Lettice, who does all the hard graft that neither she nor Edith have to do. “What on earth would Mrs. Boothby want with Beatrix Potter Books?”
Edith sighs in exasperation. “You can be so literal sometimes, Hilda! They aren’t for Mrs. Boothby. They are for…” Edith pauses mid-sentence and thinks before she speaks. Several weeks ago, Edith met Mrs. Boothby’s son, a forty-two year old man who is a simple and gentle giant with the aptitude of a six year old. The old Cockney charwoman’s words ring in her ears about how it is easier for her not to mention that she has a son, not because she is ashamed of him, but because not everyone would understand her wanting to keep and raise a child with such difficulties. She knows that Mrs. Boothby has taken her into her confidence by introducing her to her son, Ken. “For one of her grandchildren.” Edith fabricates.
“Grandchildren? I didn’t even know Mrs. Boothby had children, never mind grandchildren!”
“Well, there’s a lot about Mrs. Boothby you don’t know, Hilda.”
“And how do you know about her grandchildren, Edith?”
“Don’t you remember, Hilda? I went over to Mrs. Boothby’s in Poplar a few weeks ago and she sold me a second-hand sewing machine that she had found for me.” Altering the truth a little, Edith goes on, “Her grandson was playing next door. Mrs. Boothby’s neighbour looks after all the little local children whilst their parents work. He is quite partial to Peter Rabbit, so I thought I might buy him a new Beatrix Potter book for Christmas.”
“That’s very good of you, Edith.” Hilda acknowledges.
“Oh, it’s the least I can do Hilda, after Mrs. Boothby having sold me that sewing machine so cheaply. I’d never have been able to afford a new one. It’s made such a difference for me already.”
“May I help you, Miss?” asks a young shopgirl who has slipped up silently to the register as Edith and Hilda have been chatting.
“How much are these each?” Edith asks.
“They are three and six, Miss.” the shopgirl replies with a smile. “A lovely gift for birthday or Christmas if I may, Miss.”
“I’ll take this one, thank you.” Edith smiles, handing over ‘The Tale of Benjamin Bunny’ to the girl behind the counter and delving into her new snakeskin purse purchase to find the correct money, pleased to have found what she hopes will be a welcome Christmas present for Ken Boothby, the gentle giant of Poplar.
*These days we usually associate slapping people with a wet fish to Monty Python’s Fish Slapping Dance, but the term “to be slapped with a wet fish” goes back as far as the early Twentieth Century, if not earlier. In Marcel Proust’s novel, ‘Swann’s Way’ (1913, Dr Cottard compliments Odette by saying “I’d rather have it in my bed than a slap with a wet fish”. Two lines further on, the narrator refers to the statement as “that old joke”. The term however really came into the popular vernacular between the wars in the 1920s and 1930s.
**A lobster pick or lobster fork is a long, narrow food utensil used to extract meat from joints, legs, claws, and other small parts of a lobster.
***Developed apparently simultaneously by toymakers Morris Michtom in America and Richard Steiff under his aunt Margarete Steiff's company in Germany in the early Twentieth Century, the teddy bear, purportedly named after American President Theodore Roosevelt, became a popular children's toy very quickly, and by 1922 when this story is set, a staple of many children’s nursery toys.
****Petticoat Lane Market is a fashion and clothing market in Spitalfields, London. It consists of two adjacent street markets. Wentworth Street Market and Middlesex Street Market. Originally populated by Huguenots fleeing persecution in France, Spitalfields became a center for weaving, embroidery and dying. From 1882, a wave of Jewish immigrants fleeing persecution in eastern Europe settled in the area and Spitalfields then became the true heart of the clothing manufacturing district of London. 'The Lane' was always renowned for the 'patter' and showmanship of the market traders. It was also known for being a haven for the unsavoury characters of London’s underworld and was rife with prostitutes during the late Victorian era. Unpopular with the authorities, as it was largely unregulated and in some sense illegal, as recently as the 1930s, police cars and fire engines were driven down ‘The Lane’, with alarm bells ringing, to disrupt the market.
*****A charwoman, chargirl, or char, jokingly charlady, is an old-fashioned occupational term, referring to a paid part-time worker who comes into a house or other building to clean it for a few hours of a day or week, as opposed to a maid, who usually lives as part of the household within the structure of domestic service. In the 1920s, chars usually did all the hard graft work that paid live-in domestics would no longer do as they looked for excuses to leave domestic service for better paying work in offices and factories.
This joyful shop counter display of children’s treasures may not appear to be what they really are, for however lifelike they are, they are in fact part of my 1:12 miniatures collection, including pieces from my own childhood.
Fun things to look for in this tableau include:
Central to this story, the copies of Beatrix Potter’s books are 1:12 size miniatures made by the British miniature artisan Ken Blythe. Most of the books I own that he has made may be opened to reveal authentic printed interiors. In some cases, you can even read the words, depending upon the size of the print! These are amongst the smaller number that do not open. I have quite a large representation of Ken Blythe’s work in my collection, but so little of his real artistry is seen because the books that he specialised in making are usually closed, sitting on shelves or closed on desks and table surfaces. In this case, the magazines are non-opening, however what might amaze you is that all Ken Blythe’s books and magazines are authentically replicated 1:12 scale miniatures of real volumes. To create something so authentic to the original in such detail and so clearly, really does make this a miniature artisan piece. Ken Blythe’s work is highly sought after by miniaturists around the world today and command high prices at auction for such tiny pieces, particularly now that he is no longer alive. I was fortunate enough to acquire pieces from Ken Blythe prior to his death about four years ago, as well as through his estate via his daughter and son-in-law. His legacy will live on with me and in my photography which I hope will please his daughter.
The two wooden rabbits are in fact wooden Christmas ornaments from Germany which I was given when I was about six. The plush white rabbit I acquired from an online stockist of miniatures on E-Bay. The Benjamin Bunny box and also the Noah’s Ark you can see on the shelves in the background, come from Kathleen Knight’s Doll House Shop in the United Kingdom.
The brightly shining cash register was supplied by Beautifully Handmade Miniatures in Kettering in the United Kingdom.
Edith’s snakeskin handbag with its gold clasp and chain comes from Doreen Jeffries’ Small Wonders Miniature Shop in the United Kingdom. Hilda's umbrella comes from Smallskale Miniatures in the United Kingdom.
"Following the Battle of Hoth, Imperial soldiers spend day and night searching for surviving rebels among the downed aircraft."
Battle of Hoth
"My lord, the fleet has moved out of lightspeed. Com-scan has detected an energy field protecting an area of the sixth planet of the Hoth system. The field is strong enough to deflect any bombardment."
"The Rebels are alerted to our presence. Admiral Ozzel came out of lightspeed too close to the system."
"He...He felt surprise was wiser—"
"He is as clumsy as he is stupid. General, prepare your troops for a surface attack."
"Yes, my Lord."
―General Maximillian Veers and Darth Vader
The Battle of Hoth, also known as the attack on Hoth, the assault on Echo Base, attack on Echo Base, or the defense of Echo Base, was a major battle fought in 3 ABY and was considered a major victory for the Galactic Empire and the single worst battlefield defeat suffered by the Rebel Alliance during the Galactic Civil War. The battle was an Imperial invasion led by Darth Vader, aimed at destroying the Rebel Alliance's Echo Base hidden on the remote ice world Hoth and capturing Luke Skywalker. The base's location was discovered when a Viper probe droid, deployed by Darth Vader's Death Squadron randomly landed on Hoth, convincing the Rebels to begin an evacuation of Hoth.
The Imperial attack force consisted of primarily AT-AT walkers, commanded by General Maximilian Veers. His army was tasked with destroying Echo Base's main power generator to allow orbital bombardment of the planet and for Darth Vader to land on the planet. Spearheading the defense of the generator was Rogue Squadron, manning snowspeeders, commanded by Luke Skywalker, renowned for being the pilot who destroyed the first Death Star. The snowspeeders however did not have the necessary firepower to bring down the walkers, so Skywalker suggested an alternative tactic to trip up the walkers with the tow cables issued to every snowspeeder.
Despite the efforts by Rogue Squadron, the power generator was eventually destroyed by Veers' main AT-AT. The remaining base personnel proceeded to evacuate, as the 501st Legion, led by Darth Vader, entered the base. The overwhelming Imperial invasion forced the Rebellion to scatter the Alliance Fleet across the galaxy, leading to a multitude of scattered skirmishes across the galaxy for over six months before the Empire's sudden and crushing defeat at the Battle of Endor.
One of Bay's recently acquired Volvo B9TL attended the SVBM event today. The sharp-eyed will note it has been fitted with an upper deck tree deflector since acquisition.
Bluebell Railway - The first day of the Jon Bowers Charter with S15 - 847 (with smoke deflectors removed) - the very dull day. (DSC 6603)
All images from this day can be found on the Smugmug link below)
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After narrowly escaping COBRA's lair, GI Geof and Mandarin Morgan had to take a brief break to recover from their injuries due to the massive explosion. JOES gave both of our heroes new bionic prosthesis which they were told had a special kind of titanium that would deflect heat and bullets.
Geof and Morgan arrived at a village where they were informed that COBRA's main supplier, a slick and sleazy dude named BIN had offices.
"I know he is around here somewhere, Morgan" said a confident Geof
Morgan looked around the narrow street ahead, "I hope so. After we kick his ass, I am hungry. We should eat"
"What are your plans after our mission is complete?" Geof asked.
Morgan, caught off guard by such an question coming from Geof especially in a critical moment in their mission, "HUH?" "What an odd question?"
"Well?"
"On to another mission. Maybe to finally kick your ass" said a snarky Morgan
Geof gave off that handsome smirk that always melts Morgan's cold heart
Morgan is wearing:
"Akemi by Arabic Tattoos
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"Around the Waist Kimono & Pants" by Gabriel
"Gravity Jacket" by Gabriel
"Gravity Robo Arm RARE" by Gabriel
"Leather Foot Belt" by Gabriel
"Leather Mini Boot" by Gabriel
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"Isolate Kitana" by toksik
maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Rapture/101/76/106
"K0310 Hair" by tram
Uber: maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Uber/135/128/27
Geoffrey is wearing :
.::GB:: Yasha Haori jacket* / RARE
.::GB:: Yasha Robo Pants* / RED
.::GB:: Yasha boots / BLACK / GRAY
.::GB:: Yasha Katana BAG / BLACK
Gacha items by GABRIEL for NEO JAPAN Event (march 2021) : maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/GABRIEL3/110/140/502
[ R3 ] Beard & Hairbase 17BH. 2106 - 04
[ R3 ] Tattoo & Applier 18F. 0604 - 34
S T O R E : marketplace.secondlife.com/pt-BR/stores/117007
How is that possible? How could Franz possibly be having visions wandering from chair to chair finding the best shooting position? Well, actually I thought I was suffering from hallucinations and initially thought that activities from a long ago forgotten time had finally caught up with me. Kind of like flashbacks of some kind except these were hallucinatory images that I’d never seen before. Schizophrenia jumped to mind and this is where the internet is so helpful in self-diagnosis. I know that hearing things play a big role in this illness. Do I hear things as well? Well, actually, I hear things all the time, mostly consisting of a buzzing sound in my ears that drowns out any real noises and sounds that I am subjected to. (Strangely enough, my wife’s voice is one of those sounds that get drowned out by this). Am I complaining, no, not at all. She is, though! Back to the hallucinations, I also considered dementia and then I see that in the psychiatric world schizophrenia is called “dementia praecox”. Cool, I am on the right track. No medical degree required here.
So, by now you are wondering what the heck is he going on about? Simple, for the last couple of days I thought I saw this bird that looked suspiciously like a Downy but was slightly larger and wayyy more brown. Well, just to keep my sanity, I attributed this to the weather; it had been raining some and I figured this is just a wet Downy and the light and rain are playing tricks with my sight. Way better plan than going out and committing yourself, never to be heard or seen again. Cheaper too. Deflecting and ignoring. Only problem is that may work once or twice but when you keep seeing the same vision over and over again, even in better lighting conditions, then the astute mind (I am not saying that this would necessarily apply to me) does face a bit of a quandary. But instead of going to the hospital or pharmacy to ask for some mind numbing drugs, I decided to resort to liquor and the camera. The thought here was, I would take a picture of this hallucination and then carefully examine what would take my mind astray like this. Well that explains the camera part, the liquor was just to enable me to face the unknown. You know, kind of like they used to do before sending soldiers off to battle. Or do they still do that? Also along the lines of only fools rush in where wise men never go.
And lo and behold, this brilliant decision resulted in what we are seeing here today. I was not insane after all. Well, that conclusion may not be completely warranted but it helped tremendously in letting me settle back down to my usual happy-go-lucky-if-it-don’t-work-today-it-may-tomorrow approach to life.
Without further ado, this is the juvie Yellow-bellied Sapsucker which caused all this grief. Obviously a new bird to the yard, camera, lens and me.