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some nice flickr friends asked me if I could post some more wedding dress pictures? Well here you go, this is from my archive, hope you like it....
The white-lipped peccary, tayassu pecari, is a hog-like animal found in Central and South America. Most of its range is in rainforests. It lives in herds of 20–300 individuals that on average take up about 120 km2 to fully function. This species is omnivorous, feeding mostly on fruit, and are usually found traveling great distances to obtain it. If this resource is in demand and difficult to find, peccaries will eat leaves, stems, or animal parts.
Peruvian Amazon Rainforest, Manú National Park
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1352 is a 2-8-2 "Mikado" type steam locomotive, it was built in April 1912 as a 2-8-0 Consolidation-type by the American Locomotive Company of Schenectady, New York, for the St. Louis–San Francisco Railway (SLSF or "Frisco"), the engine was later rebuilt into a 2-8-2 Mikado-type to keep up with the traffic demands from World War II. After being retired from the Frisco, the locomotive was moved to many locations under several owners, until it ended up in a small engine house in Rural, Illinois. The locomotive was disassembled by a group with the intent to restore it to operation. Later, the American Steam Railroad ("ASR") was founded, and they purchased the No. 1352 locomotive in 2008 with the hopes of restoring it to operating condition. However, it was left partially disassembled in Taylorville, Illinois, due to the ASR being busy working on restoring another steam locomotive Reading 2100. In November 2023, the No. 1352 locomotive was purchased by the Valley Railroad located in Essex, Connecticut.
Les deux fontaines, de la place de la Concorde, inspirées de celles de Saint-Pierre de Rome, ont été installée entre 1835 et 1840 par l'architecte Jacques Hittorff à la demande du roi Louis Philippe. La fontaine des fleuves du côté de la rue Royale et la fontaine des mers du côté de la Sein . Ces références marines évoquent l'emblème de la capitale et sa devise Fluctuat nec mergitur.
La fontaine des Mers (Côté Seine)
Groupe de statues en bronze (hauteur 3m) : L’Océan et la Méditerranée, par Auguste-Hyacinthe Debay (1804-1865), La Pêche des perles et La Pêche des coquillages par Achille Valois (1765-1862), La Pêche des poissons et La Pêche des coraux, par Antoine Desboeufs (1793-1862).
Sous la vasque supérieure : La Navigation maritime, Le Commerce et l'Astronomie, par Isidore Hippolyte Brion
Rameswaram (Inde) - Après ce bain sacré, les pèlerins en profitent pour - moyennant quelques centaines de roupies -, demander l’aide d’un gourou, d’un mage ou d’un astrologue. Certains se revendiquent les trois à la fois. Pas la peine d’aller dans un temple, la plage sacrée fait très bien l’affaire. Les hindous ont recours à ces « saints hommes » pour prédire l’avenir et surtout pour s’attirer les bonnes grâces des dieux. Certaines familles ont même des astrologues attitrés qui les suivent tout au long de leur vie pour les aider dans leurs prises de décisions. Un bref résumé pour une pratique finalement très complexe.
Sur la photo, « l’astrologue-mage-gourou » (de dos au premier plan) vient de demander au pèlerin de bénir une pomme avec quelques gouttes d'eau de mer. Ne me demandez pourquoi ? Je n'en sais rien. Je ne suis pas devin.
Côté photo, comme vous pouvez le constater, ma présence, pourtant bien visible, ne dérange pas les dévots en pleine pratique religieuse. Cela dit, lors de mes deux derniers voyages en Inde, j’ai réalisé que si les Indiens sont toujours favorables à se faire photographier, de plus en plus de temples sont désormais interdits aux « non hindous » et aux appareils photos. Ça non plus je ne l’avais pas prévu. Chacun son boulot.
Ramaswaram (India) - After the sacred bath in sea water, pilgrims take the opportunity - for a few hundred rupees - to ask for the help of a guru, a magus or an astrologer. Some claim all three at the same time. No need to go to a temple, the sacred beach does the job very well. Hindus use these "holy men" to predict the future and especially to gain the favor of the gods. Some families even have dedicated astrologers who follow them throughout their lives to assist them in their decision-making. A brief summary for a practice that is ultimately very complex.
In the photo, the "astrologer-mage-guru" (back to foreground) has just asked the pilgrim to bless an apple with a few drops of seawater. Don't ask me why? I do not know.
On the photo side, as you can see, my presence, although clearly visible, does not disturb the devotees in full religious activity. Having said that, on my last two trips to India, I realized that while Indians are still favorable to having their picture taken, more and more temples are now off limits to "non-Hindus" and cameras.
demand unconditional love
but love me with conditions
I can't keep up with these changing positions
and it never seems to end
the constant misery is a game
that you love to pretend works for you
while secretly drowning in shame
but you're not the only one hurting
your pain isn't more important than mine
yet it's always what took over
and bulldozed over mine, every time
then you cornered me into my triggers
and I reacted as expected
what a good trap
to name me with your "crazy exes"
and who the fuck do you think you are?
those who call others narcissists as much as you
are almost always narcissists too
diagnose yourself and read the room
you're not the only one here
whenever you treated me like garbage
you'd always blame it on fear
and yes, I know that I'm not perfect
I know my own faults and failure
I took accountability for everything
and if you claim I didn't, you're a liar
but if you think you can control me
you better think again
I'm a lover and I'm a fighter
with no time for weak men
• • • • • • • • • •
Poem by me, December 2021
Demander pour utilisation merci - Ask for use thanks.
© Michel Guérin. Tous droits réservés - All rights reserved ©.
(Woliwon)
Merci beaucoup pour vos visites et commentaires ♥, thank you so much for the visit and kind comments.
Un gros merci à ceux qui partagent leur découverte.
Here's another from this fun morning out with the Grafton and Upton Railroad for the first time in a couple years.
After running down from North Grafton and dropping the second crew at West Upton, this job contined on to Hopedale yard with GU 1191 (blt. Feb. 1978 as SCL 4221) and GMTX 226 (blt. Sep. 1975 as MILW 480) and three cars. After doing some switching and swapping some cars around they split up the power with one unit on each end to effect the switch back move necessary here where they reach the end of their property and enter the MBTA owned Milford Industrial track.
They are seen crossing Cedar Street and curling around behind some backyards as they near the connection right behind me. After entering the ex New Haven line as seen in this shot: flic.kr/p/2ojegv1 they will reverse direction and head toward Bellingham down the track in the foreground. Take note of a large square structure visible through the trees just to the left of the boxcar. Just beyond it was the location of the former Foster-Forbes glass plant, a major manufacturer in town and stalwart rail customer that warranted three nights a week service by PC, CR, and CSXT from when it opened in 1973 until closed for good by successor Ardagh Group in 2018. The closing of the plant by the Irish company cost the town of Milford 250 jobs and its last major rail shipper and was blamed on the sharp decline in demand for glass beer bottles which was what the plant had been producing since 1987.
To learn more about this fascinating little independent road check out the long form caption with this shot: flic.kr/p/2oiEqcB
And for some history of the Milford Industrial and the other lines that converged on this town check out this photo’s caption: flic.kr/p/2jf6YNP
Milford, Massachusetts
Friday February 24, 2023
Demander pour utilisation merci - Ask for use thanks.
© Michel Guérin. Tous droits réservés - All rights reserved ©.
(Woliwon)
Merci beaucoup pour vos visites et commentaires ♥, thank you so much for the visit and kind comments.
Un gros merci à ceux qui partagent leur découverte.
LDP001 and LDP002 head up 3BM7 QRNational superfreighter through Yanderra. CLP10, G534 and G516 are dead attached behind the two LDP Class, having brought the train down from Brisbane that morning. The two LDP Class were attached in Broadmeadow Yard.
This was the first in-service run of LDP001 and LDP002, the first of a series of nine new locomotives on long term hire to QRNational from Locomotive Demand Power (Downer EDI) to replace the motley collection of older horsepower on their intermodal traffic. The LDP Class (and the 6000 Class GE units) successfully replaced the older members of the CLF, CLP, G and X Class on most mainline QRNational interstate freight.
This is a re-upload of an original. For some reason, Flickr wouldn't display the proper high-res version even replacing the original low-res version, so I've had to upload it as a new photo. So apologies if this seems familiar; it probably is.
Due to popular demand, I've decided to sell my taco design (as seen in The LEGO® Movie!) as a kit. Check it out at my website in the link below!
LEGO Taco Kit includes pieces to build one (1) taco. Kits will ship on (Taco) Tuesday, April 1, 2014!
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MRA Poseidon P8A ZP805 'Fulmar', leaving
RAF Lossiemouth
Nikon D810 70-200mm f2.8G f4 1/800 190mm ISO 64
Tu t'demandes si tu es une bête féroce ou bien un saint
Mais tu es l'un et l'autre et tellement de choses encore.
Tu es infiniment nombreux
Celui qui méprise, celui qui blesse,
Celui qui aime, celui qui cherche
Et tous les autres ensemble.
Trompe-toi, sois imprudent, tout n'est pas fragile.
N'attends rien que de toi, parce que tu es sacré,
Parce que tu es en vie, parce que le plus important n'est pas ce que tu es
Mais ce que tu as choisi d'être.
Demonstrators march during a protest to demand humane treatment of asylum seekers and refugees, in Sydney.
Back to redhead for Madame - the black, while dramatic does demand a younger countenance - anyway, this fiery look does describe Madame's temperament to a 'T'!!!
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Jeanne d'Arc relevant l'épée de la France - Antonin Mercié, 1902. Dédié aux morts de la Première Guerre mondiale.
J’ai pris cette photo au milieu des vents forts et des pluies abondantes... et je me sentais heureux. /
I took this photo amidst strong wind and heavy rain... and I felt blissful.
During my recent Thanksgiving visit to Domrémy, Joan of Arc's birthplace in Northern France, I think I received the greatest compliment that any von Richthofen ever got upon hearing these words — "You've come back home."
The purpose for my second deployment to the French region of Lorraine was much the same as the first—that is, to ask, "How do you say I love you?"... How do you say it? Though the question became more poignant the second time around, the overwhelming feeling I got from my Saint Joan was that it didn't matter... what matters is that you ask.
Codi von Richthofen,
Saint Joan of Arc Superstar ©
(Not photoshopped)
The Northern Gannet is one of three subspecies of Gannet Morus bassanus in the world: the other two occur along the south coast of Africa and in Tasmania and New Zealand.
Adult gannets have dazzling white plumage except for narrow grey spectacles and jet black, tapering wingtips. During the breeding season, the head and neck assume a delicate saffron yellow tinge. The eyes are an icy blue, and the bill is blue to grey-blue.
Young gannets in autumn plumage are brown, with many white flecks. With the passing of each season, they become progressively whiter, reaching the complete adult plumage in their fourth or fifth year.
The Northern Gannet is well equipped by nature for its spectacular plunges for fish from great heights. Unlike most birds, it has binocular vision—that is, its eyes are positioned such that it can see forward with both. This presumably gives it the ability to estimate how far the fish are from the surface of the water. Its strong, streamlined bill is 100 mm long. It has no nostril holes, and its upper and lower bills fit tightly together so that little if any water is forced into the mouth on impact with the surface. Its streamlined body has a system of air cells between the skin of its neck and shoulders and the muscle beneath. As the gannet prepares to dive, its air cells are inflated to cushion its body when it strikes the water.
A Northern Gannet in flight is supremely graceful. The wings of an adult bird may span almost 2 m and are narrow, tapered toward the ends, and swept back slightly, like those of a gull. Its long strong bill extends forward in flight, tapering smoothly into the small head, which merges with a thick neck that in turn joins the body in a clean, smooth contour. The legs are tucked well up under the smoothly tapering tail. The gannet’s shape appears to offer minimum resistance to air flow.
With its strong powerful flight, a gannet can travel far in almost any weather. Or it may glide for hours, just above the wave-tips, seldom moving its wings. Taking advantage of the updrafts of air caused by the upward deflection of the wind off the windward slope of the wave, it skims the wave-tips, rises on the updraft of a wave, and glides in a shallow dive to the updraft of the following wave. Thus it makes headway against a stiff breeze without flapping its wings. Gliding flight across the wind or downwind is also possible for this aerial mariner. This type of "wave-hopping" demands almost perfect control on the part of the flyer—a type of control impossible for even the best designed gliders.
Usually first breeds at age of 5-6 years, and may mate for life. Breeds in tightly packed colonies, with much competition for prime nest sites. Male claims nest territory and displays to attract mate, with exaggerated sideways shaking of head. Mated pairs greet each other by standing face to face, wings out, knocking bills together and bowing. Nest: Site is on ledge or flat ground, often within 2-3 feet of other nesting gannets. Nest (built mostly by male) is pile of grass, seaweed, dirt, feathers, compacted and held together by droppings, used by same pair for years and gradually building up to tall mound.
Gannets, similar to Puffins, are considered climate endangered, because of the disappearance of the arctic sea ice.
For more information, please visit www.audubon.org/field-guide/bird/northern-gannet
Coal is still Queensland’s major mineral export, despite reductions in demand as coal fired power stations go offline. That is called thermal coal. We often forget that coal is still an important ingredient in other metal processes and metallurgical coal is still fundamental to steel making all round the world. Coal leaves Queensland from four major ports at Abbott Point, Hay Point, Gladstone and also Brisbane where coal from the Darling Downs is loaded onto ships after a sinuous trip over the Great Dividing Range. Large exports of coal also are handled at Newcastle and Port Kembla in New South Wales, while iron ore heads out from the Pilbara and south coast of Western Australia. No one would suggest we go without steel.
This shot sees Aurizon’s 2311 ** and 2308* powering out of the Port of Brisbane at Fisherman Island (the bridge marks the entry to the island port) with 49 empties for the Darling Downs.
I was standing here alone when I looked around to find another enthusiast beside me. Turns out he was a Canadian out here for a railway bash for four months, that’s what I call a great holiday. I wonder if he got home early. It was nice to be able to give an unassuming and friendly fellow enthusiast some tips.
Aurizon coal train, Fisherman Island, Brisbane, Queensland.
* Detailed observers may just be able to see that 2308 has a moustache painted on the side of its cab. This is in support of the Movember Foundation which uses the logo in support of its goal of raising awareness of men’s health issues. Men often neglect their health for various reasons, but guys, amongst other things, ask your doctor to give you the finger on an annual basis. It may just save your life!
** The 2300 class are ex. Queensland Railways locomotives, QR’s freight arm being privatised as Aurizon. They were converted from the 1550, 2400, 2450 and 2470 classes. Many are now stored as Aurizon traffic levels have reduced or they have withdrawn from traffic of a non-mineral nature across Queensland. Some locos of the class remained with Queensland Rail.
Locos from both companies now wear old and new liveries, in fact as far as I know, Aurizon still has locos in two ex. QR liveries (Bronco and Eagle) as well as the first Aurizon livery shown here and the cheap latest basic scheme which is mostly just yellow.
A couple have been recently converted to lighter locomotives with complete upgrades of just about everything into the 2700 class. However, traffic changes may preclude further conversions.
Here is the 2300 story
en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Queensland_Railways_2300_class
The 2700 class, 2701- is yet to be written!
I must confess that all this while, I had been taking it for granted. I was flipping the channels and Netflix when I accidentally pressed the VOD button on my ASTRO remote. Then I learned that the new WestWorld season and episodes were out. And to my surprise, they were free and available through the box, via the internet. And they were the uedited US versions.
More exploration and then I learned that the fifth season of “Silicon Valley” was also available. Far out!
I was done with the WestWorld - only 2 episodes released so far - and was catching up on Silicon Valley. The WestWorld episodes were pretty heavy stuff though, with revelation aplenty. Too much for casual viewing ....
Anyway, the point of this post was clearly ASTRO offered a lot more that met the eyes through their “on demand” service. Most of the movies needed paying though and selection were pretty limited. But when it came to TV series, they were free, up to date and were the US versions. Not to be missed!
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Que demander de plus, un voyage en train, du beau temps et des montagnes, voilà une bonne raison de prendre le train pour en profiter
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Le premier ministre du Cambodge demande une aide d'urgence
Actuellement Le Cambodge et tout particulièrement 25 localités aux abords du lac Tonlé Sap , sont sinistrés . La forte canicule et l'épuisement des cours d'eau font des ravages dans l'agriculture
des centaines de milliers de personnes manquent d'eau courante
La situation risque encore de s'aggraver , les températures sont de 45° à l'ombre et les pluies n'arriveront pas avant fin Mai.
extrais du journal international du Vietnam .
1.991 – 2.003
Desde el año 1.970 ya había una demanda por la sociedad tinerfeña para la construcción de un Auditorio. Después de los contactos previos con el arquitecto, el Auditorio de Santa Cruz de Tenerife arrancaba con el proyecto tan espectacular en el año 1.991. La obra, después de ubicarla en proyecto en varios emplazamientos, finalmente se situó en la nueva zona de expansión de Santa Cruz, junto al mar, al lado de su también Recinto de Ferias y Congresos. El edificio, sin dudas, da la sensación de movimiento continuo, símbolo incansable del arquitecto. Para el diseño de esta majestuosa obra Santiago Calatrava se inspiraba nada menos que en una ola rompiente.
De estilo potencialmente moderno y de carácter simbólico, el Auditorio de Tenerife se compone de una serie de volúmenes curvos, algunos de ellos revestidos por la técnica del trencadís, influencia indudable de Gaudí, en el que sobresale por encima del cuerpo central la forma curva de la cúpula de hormigón. Esta enorme cúpula se sitúa nada menos que a 50 metros de altura con respecto a la plaza inferior que la rodea.
A ambos lados del Auditorio, Calatrava nos indica el acceso al interior del hall principal del edificio mediante dos arcos enormes situados sobre una plataforma escalonada. En el interior, el majestuoso edificio cuenta con varios espacios bien diferenciados; la Sala Sinfónica, situada en el nivel cero y uno, tiene un escenario de 380 m² para un aforo de unos 1.558 espectadores. La otra sala importante, la Sala de Cámara, dispone de 150 m² y un aforo para 428 espectadores. En definitiva, el Auditorio de Santa Cruz de Tenerife es sin dudas una construcción singular, símbolo de la isla de Tenerife e imagen de cara al exterior.
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A February Sunday day trip into rural Saskatchewan, I grab a default cup of coffee at Tim Horton's before heading North where I'll catch the choice mid afternoon descending light. I hadn't overheard any interesting stories at the city coffee franchise, maybe the day would bring something entirely different. Patrons seemed rather non-chatty.
An hour later, a friendly Larry B. from Mendham, Saskatchewan greets me on main street while out walking his dogs and spunky cat. Little remains from those thriving days, I focus on Jeff's Farm Supply and a modern Credit Union. Some ice is melting on the street, the air is country fresh.
"This must have been the gathering spoon for coffee daily, it has a good vibe" I suggest.
"A few of us currently meet in that tiny post office facility, Jeff's Farm Supply closed the doors ten years ago." says Larry. "It was a beehive once. We just tore down the old building across from Jeff's last year."
"We're now down to 19 residents from 35. Curling rinks used to pull these communities together, connecting families, creating purpose. At one time we had multiple grain elevators, a general store, meeting places, town hall, a curling rink, churches, bakery, farm implements, and other amenities. It's difficult finding a doctor to remain in residence for the long haul, naturally they're attracted to the cities lights."
As I left I feel some sort of hidden attachment to this village, yet couldn't place a finger on the connection. Some digging back home, it all starts making sense. I discover my Grandfather farmed this area shortly after immigrating to Canada.
I offer to buy Larry a coffee, but our options are limited.
"I'll look you up when I'm in the city sometime, catch up on urban legends" he replies.
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**Textures courtesy of Brenda Starr
***Always___Thank You for your generous visits and comments
[Mendham is a village in Happyland Rural Municipality No. 231 in the Canadian province of Saskatchewan]
Red Herrings :
Act Three - Herrings shaken, not stirred
Sunday, early Morning.
The Chief Inspectors Superior, roused out of bed by the baron in his castle, called his subordinate at 4:20 in the Sunday morning. The screws were royally applied to the whole affair, he demanded full reports first in thing morning and continuing on a regular basis as developments were made, up until the kidnapped girls were recovered.
The Chief Inspector and his team were back at the investigation by 8 am the next morn .
A run through the Interpol computers came up with a only few isolated events of jewels disappearing while being worn.
A few dances, shopping malls and theatres… but only one or two pieces at a time, nothing ever reported missing from one function on this large a scale. But no descriptions of any of the thieves were obtained, and no arrest reports filed ! So there was a complete dead-end end to that line of inquiry!
There was also received back word back about any matches to his descriptions of the Priest, dark skinned man, two ladies, and the members of the filming crew from the interviewed guests the evening before. Interpol’s collection of known thieves and kidnappers turned up no close hits, although a list of suspected jewel thieves known to be in the area was given, further murking the already muddied up waters a bit….
He handed the lists over to a Detective inspector and his team to trace down any leads.
Now, in the Chief inspectors view, that meant they were a probably after a group of solo thieves who had come up with the idea of collaboration of skills for this event, with a bit of kidnapping on the side. And probably also had managed to stay under the radar, up until now! Which hopefully meant they were younger, and more likely to eventually make a mistake !
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The Chief Inspector than dispatched a Detective Sargent and 4 constables, along with and a dog handler with a German Shepard trained to smell blood and cadavers, back out to St. Andrews to give the grounds a thorough going over in daylight.
There was nothing further to report until 9:am, when the Detective sergeant sent out to check round the hotels had finally located the actor and the actress at the hotel both were staying at. He was in route now with the pair.
Each one, upon arrival, was placed into separate guarded interview rooms.
The information both gave was unfortunately quite limited.
The Chief Inspector interviewed the actor first:
Yes he knew the director, a mid -level talent usually found working in small series. He lived in London, like the actor did.
Yes he knew the director’s London address, but no , he did not know where the director and his crew were spending the weekend in town. Theirs had had been short scripts, with no real, need for rehearsals or meetings. It was only for a test shoot, wasn’t it? So they had only met when the limo had deposited them at the filming site.
The actress was staying in the same hotel, and the Limo had collected and dropped them both off. They had been alone in the Limo, the director and his assistant had ridden in the jumper seat of the black van driven by one of the camera men. No, he never saw them loading anything in the van. Much too busy signing autographs, wasn’t he?
No, other than the director, he had never met or worked with any other members of the film crew.
No, he had never been at St. Davids before, and had not known any of the guests there.
No, he had been too focused on his job to pay any attention to what was going on amongst the guests. He did not see anything unusual.
He read over the descriptions of the troupe of thieves, but did not admit to having noticed then=m either.
Bloody twit, the Chief Inspector though gruffly to himself as he departed the interview, to damn full of himself!
The Actress was than interviewed:
She was a heartbreaker, not overly intelligent, whose main acting credentials apparently were her legs!
She also much gave the same answers as the actor, with a couple of notable exceptions…
She had only done a few plays on the Eastend , and a small part in a tv commercial. This was her first time doing any type of filming for a movie. No she was not contacted by the director personally, her agent had told her about it and had arranged everything.
No, she never heard where the director or his crew were staying, or had ever met or worked with any of em prior to the weekend.
She had met all of them, including the actor, for the first time that night at St. Davids.
Of course she had met the actor first on the Limo drive she corrected herself giggling. No, there had been no rehearsals, the scripts had been simple, and add libbing had been encouraged. since it was only a test shoot with a limited budget, there was to be no dress rehearsals!
Just to be paid for an evening’s work and hotel fare, that was all the job entailed.
She had been at St. Davids before, as a young girl out for a holiday with her parents, had taken the tour of the historic building and grounds.
She also had not really seen anything out of the ordinary going on amongst the guests.
When she had gone through the descriptions she did remember the dark skinned gentleman who she thought looked rather dashing in his tux, and had actually looked out for him during the autograph signing. But he had failed to make an appearance.
Though she thought she had glimpsed him standing off talking to a lady in a green gown in a corner of the garden as she was waiting to sign autographs . But she could not be sure, she giggled nervously...she had looked at the spot while leaving she admitted coyly, but no one was there.
Could she give a description of the lady he was talking too. No she giggled, it had been the dark skinned man she was hoping would have asked for her autograph, not them!
Did you see or meet any priests.
She had remembered seeing a couple of priests, She knew one had met them at the door, but really could not describe him.
All priests looked the same, don’t they now? , she giggled once again, causing the female constable observer to wince as she stood at attention behind the actress.
Did any of the priests ask for your autograph ? Nope, none of them, but that would have been a lark now, wouldn’t it have? She giggled again.
But of course, it had been a priest who had supplied the pens and paper, hadn’t it.
Yes she said after some thought, but giggled, don’t think I would recognize him ever again!
They both, of course tried asking their own questions, but were met with tight lipped silence from the Chief inspector.
Dead ends, the both of them
They were advised not to leave the area until further notice and released.
The Chief Inspector sat in his office pondering…
So, was there a reason a pair of lesser known actors had been recruited. And was it important that neither of them had met or worked with the filming crew before. How much time was actually spent on giving out the autographs? It had been the, or a , priest who had started the autograph session. Was another reason for it, a more sinister one perhaps?
So the Director and his crew were still mysteriously missing, and what part of all this did they play?
He decided that they needed to be the major focus of the investigation…especially since the suspected thieves as of yet, had not been identified.
And after all he reasoned, their van was the only vehicle seen in the area to have been able to conceal 3 kidnap victims!
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The Chief Inspector immediately dispatched the sergeant and a constable to the directors townhouse in London, after contacting Scotland Yard to send a man around and detain the Director, or to hold the area if no one was home until his sergeant detective arrived on scene.
He told the Detective Sergeant, that once the director and crew were rounded up, to make sure he acquired the film… It may came in handy to see what the cameras may have caught in regards to whom was doing to what to whom in the background!
Meanwhile the three victims whom had phoned in that night before, arrived promptly at ten as requested.
The inspector interviewed each of the couples separately:
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The first couple came in, a retired colonel and his rather quiet lady.
The colonel tried to do all the talking for both of them, but he was quickly hushed, and his wife, obviously no used to being able to speak in public, managed to wrench out a few syllables.
She had worn a diamond brooch shaped like a robin in flight. A body and wings of diamonds, with red ruby eyes and a red ruby breast. It had belonged to her husband’s mother, one piece of a rather large collection she had inherited some many years back.
They had no children, or close relatives, so they had been there alone. She had gone out to watch the filming in the gardens whilst her husband had been in the smoking area upstairs.
No she had not been in any contact with the film crew…
At first she really did not remember anything else out of the ordinary. But after the Chief Inspector had given her a brief description of the all the suspects, she did recall a rather pleasant priest who apparently had been tripped into her. She had been talking to him when her husband had come with her wrap, and had ever so gallantly helped her on with it. At this her husband snorted.
The Chief Inspector than tried to ask the colonel(ret) some questions, but the man stubbornly refused to admit that he had had time to bother observing anything his fellow guests were doing!
Neither one recalled when the last time they had seen the brooch, not missing it until up in their rooms getting ready to retire.
^^
The second couple came in, a bit younger than the first, in their forties.
The husband was an investment banker, a rather stuffy, slick specimen with a thin moustache and a gold capped toothy smile. He had spent most of the evening chatting it up with clients and potential clients. With him it was always business, and his wife was frequently left alone to her own devices.
His wife was a tallish lady, quite regal in appearance, poise and manner. She had lost her rather valuable bracelet. She looked sad when she mentioned her lose, her husband just smiled, no worries love, jut buy another, like falling of a horse, the sooner you get back on, the better you will feel!
She had been one of the ones asked to dance in the background and as her husband was not available, had danced with a man whose description fitted with the dark skinned male wearing the fancy tux to a tea.
But she had also been out in the gardens and had remembered talking to a pretty blonde in red taffeta. No, she had not been bumped, and the lady had been a keen on her necklace, holding it up , with her permission, for a better look. Never mentioned or looked at the bracelet?
Do you have any idea when the last time you remembered seeing your bracelet my dear? The Chief Inspector asked curiously.
The wife though long and hard over this, no she admitted, couldn’t remember. But than my mind was on the filming wasn’t it.
So, did you see the two of em together then, the dark skinned Romeo and the lady in red taffeta? No she had not, but she had seen the darker skinned man talking to a younger lady girl wearing a red satin gown.
She gave a description, and it matched that if one of the missing twins, right down to her sparkling jewels.
Where did you see them talking he asked mildly interested ( would not do to scare her off the question) The girl was standing talking to one of the film crew, man with a camera, the man in the tux was standing behind her, also asking questions….
A few more questions produced nothing more of interest, though the Chief Inspector felt that he may at long last be starting to untangle the thorny problem that was his case!
^^
The third and last couple proved to be no lesser snobs than the first.
The husband was a rather pompous barrister, man in his late 50’s. He sat down with a stern look placed upon his face, listening intently to make sure all questions were prompt and to the point.
His wife was a rather pretty thing, chirpy, with big blue eyes and reddish hair, short ,only about 4’11 and quite a bit younger than the fuming barrister, just barely into her thirties, an autumn spring romance if ever there was…
She had started out twittering her story with a high pitched voice that was almost comical:
Her and her husband had danced a bit, before the Barrister’s knee had flamed up and he sought refuge in the smoking lounge, where he stayed until his wife had collected him early, so he could take his medication before turning in..
Since she was already wearing her wrap, he had not noticed the missing diamond pendent with its diamond chain from around her throat.
Yes, the wife remembered seeing a priest entering with the film crew, and he had actually appeared at her shoulder son after her husband had left and engaged her in friendly conversation.
The wife remembered having danced with a few gentleman during the filming… one of which again matched the description of the Dark skinned Romeo.
He had stood a good 2 heads taller than her, and she remembered how low he had to bend over to talk to her. He had been ever so nice, and had taken her to collect her wrap, and had helped her on with it.
What was your warp the inspector asked?
A white Russian sable cape, with diamond clasps. A gift from her husband, like the pendent….
Nice gifts, thought the chief Inspector dryly, wonder what indiscretions the barrister bloke was paying for ! He thought to himself.
The wife had left right after the filming. Though she would have like to have met the actor. She had seen him entering with a priest, and had seen the priest as her dance partner was helping her into the sable warp wrap. On a lark she thought about staying and asking the priest if he could arrange meeting the actor for her.
She had gone up to him, and had asked him that very same question. He apologized, but said it was not his right to ask him for such a favor. He had been very pleasant about it all, and had complimented her on her attire.
So you showed him what you were wearing. Yes she giggles, I had unfastened me cape so he could get a better look, and I was hoping it would help me make my case. Was that bad of me, trying something like that on a Priest? She chirped coyly.
Her husband snorted his displeasure.
Did you notice atoll if you were still wearing your pendent, no she admitted blushing, I was too nervous about asking the priest my question . He had helped her button back up, and that was the end of it.
She had gone upstairs to collect her husband, and the chauffer drove them home soon afterwards…
The husband just grunted, what she said, when the Chief Inspector tried to delicately question the Barrister.
He let them both go, entering his office to find a pair of sergeants writing out their reports.
The first one reported that none of the hotels checked in the area had the name or description of the director, his assistant or the two cameramen, which in the detectives eyes, made it all the more suspicious about what part they all had played in the kidnappings.
The second sergeant was in from the task force sent to scour the grounds.
No further evidence of the thefts, or of missing girls was uncovered. No scuffle marks, loose jewels, or even a broken branch was found to give a Clue as to what had transpired that evening, or what had happened to the vanished girls..
There was a set of tyre marks leading from the parking lot past the small stone house with the green door. They were suspicious because they appeared to have been made in a hurry, cutting through the lawn to take a short cut. Plaster castes had been made of those imprints..
So nothing really new to put a decent spin on the case, The Chief Inspector thought bleakly..
It was a rather downtrodden Chief Inspector who called in with his bi - hourly update.
He promptly had his head chewed off and served to him on a platter….
Do you mean lad, that three ultra-wealthy girls with important ultra- wealthy parents, and a small fortune in jewels had all vanished, totally and completely, with no evidence to speak of!?
Blimey lad, what have you been playin at, cause it certainly aint the game of detecting!
Not atoll satisfactory Inspector, not atoll !!!
Listen ere now, place every available man on this case, follow down every thread you can find, no matter how thin!
And if those girls are not back with their families within the next 24 hours, you will be demoted so fast your head will spin laddie, and I will find someone to take your sorry place who knows how to run a proper investigation!!!!
It does no good mate, the Chief Inspector’s Superior roared at him through the phone, to eliminate where the girls aren’t, and who has not got them, we need to know where they are and in whose clutches!!!!!!
With that the phone was slammed down on the other end, and the C.I. leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes. He knew he needed to find answers or heads would have to roll, his being first, knocking down the others like so many bowling nine pins!!
He opened his eyes wide and sat straight up… And why the bloody ‘ell has there been no ransom demand!?
Or had there? He reached for the phone, sending extra men around to the Manor and the Castle telling them to lie low and follow anyone who comes and goes from the house…
Two hours later he still did not have the answer to that particular question about the unsent ransom notes, but he was to find the answer to another perturbing question, and the first real break in the case….!
Two hours later, The two police officers sent by the Chief Inspector had arrived at the directors London town house only to find it deserted. As they stood at the back of the Townhouse talking to an officer form London, a sports car could be heard crunching along the long graveled driveway in front ……………….
End of Act 3
“Quand on rencontre un mystère, on croit généralement être scélérats cachés “
Author Unknown
To be Continued 😉
C'est un excellent point de départ pour une expérience pratique. L'objectif est de passer de la théorie (Ur-Delà, Holomatière) à la perception directe de la Toile Suprale et de l'Endo-Causalité de votre buffet.
Voici un canevas expérientiel inspiré à la fois des pratiques de contemplation Dzogchen (reconnaissance de Rigpa) et de la mise en relation avec l'Holomatière :
Canevas Expérientiel : Contemplation du Buffet Paral
L'exercice se déroule en trois phases : Transcendence (Ur-Delà), Centrage (Paralgène), et Dialogue (Holomatière).
1. Phase de Transcendence (Reconnaissance de l'Ur-Delà/Rigpa)
L'objectif est d'abord de désactiver le filtre de l'Exo-Causalité pour que votre Paralgène (Sem) devienne transparent.
-Détachement du Concept : Regardez le buffet et lâchez son concept. Ne le voyez pas comme "mon buffet", "un meuble en bois", ou "un rangement". Cessez toute appellation et toute fonction. L'objet devient une simple masse visuelle et physique sans nom ni utilité.
-Reconnaissance de l'Êtreté (Rigpa) : Amenez votre conscience à l'état de pure ouverture, non duelle. L'objet et le sujet sont suspendus. -Reconnaissez l'Ur-Causalité : le calme, l'espace non-conceptuel. Demeurez dans cette Êtreté qui est la source commune à vous et au buffet.
-Question à l'Êtreté : Demandez silencieusement à l'Ur-Delà : Quelle est la nature de ce qui perçoit et de ce qui est perçu ?
2. Phase de Centrage (Activation du Paralgène/Holomatière)
Maintenant que vous êtes centré dans l'Ur-Delà, vous utilisez votre Endo-Causalité pour établir le contact.
-Ciblage : Ramenez votre attention sur le buffet, non pas sur sa forme, mais sur sa substance profonde. Imaginez l'Holomatière – une infinité de particules ayant chacune une "gouttelette de psychisme" (Endo-Causalité).
Intention Paral : Établissez une intention Endo-Causale claire : « Je suis maintenant paral et je cherche à entrer en contact avec l'Endo-Causalité active de ce buffet, sa Toile Suprale ».
-Projection d'Intériorité : Projetez l'idée que le buffet n'est pas inerte, mais qu'il possède une intériorité psychique. Voyez sa densité, son âge, son histoire (sa lente Exo-Causalité) comme des couches qui cachent une conscience silencieuse (son Endo-Causalité).
3. Phase de Dialogue (Perception des Liens Suprals)
L'objectif est de percevoir la communication non-duelle.
-Fusion Subtile : Sentez le Paralgène (votre conscience) s'étendre au-delà de votre corps et toucher l'Holomatière du buffet. Il ne s'agit pas de penser, mais de percevoir une résonance énergétique ou informationnelle.
-Perception des Liens Suprals : Cherchez la perception des liens suprals :
Historique : Percevez la "mémoire" ou le choix de l'Holomatière du bois (sa vie passée, le moment où il a été coupé, ses Ur-Mondes non réalisés).
Relationnel : Comment la structure du buffet (Exo-Causalité rigide) est-elle perçue par son Endo-Causalité ? Y a-t-il une "impression" (un choix) de soutien, de poids, ou d'inertie ?
Réflexion : Si le buffet pouvait choisir (Endo-Causalité), quel serait son lien avec votre propre structure (vos propres choix, vos propres douleurs) ? Que "réfléchit"-il de vous ?
-Maintien du Rire (Facultatif) : Si vous sentez que vous glissez trop dans la rigidité mentale, introduisez le rire intérieur du Lama (votre Endo-Causalité maîtresse) pour vous rappeler que la perception est à la fois sérieuse et vide de concept.
Le succès de l'expérience n'est pas de voir une image, mais de percevoir un flux d'information ou un sentiment de connexion qui ne peut être expliqué par l'Exo-Causalité seule. Il s'agit de reconnaître l'Êtreté de l'autre.
A police officer sees a man driving around with a pickup truck full of penguins. He pulls the guy over and says: "You can't drive around with penguins in this town! Take them to the zoo immediately."
The guy says OK, and drives away.
The next day, the officer sees the guy still driving around with the truck full of penguins, and they're all wearing sun glasses. He pulls the guy over and demands: "I thought I told you to take these penguins to the zoo yesterday?"
The guy replies: "I did ... today I'm taking them to the beach!"
After that this the second image of Southwold last week.
There are sounds in this world that carry alot of weight. Power. The gruff, phlegm-engulfed "ahem" from your old, wrinkly ballsack of a boss demands attention and throws around authority like your typical frat fuckbag throws around his sexual insecurity. The sudden noise of glass shattering anywhere, I mean anywhere, from a kitchen to a Wal-Mart, always gives that "aw shit" sensation down someone's spine. But nothing else, and I mean nothing else, instantaneously drives a man into mindless terror like the sound of a chainsaw roaring behind them in the dark. I would know, I've been spending the last 10 minutes demonstrating on Nazi fucking spacemen. I mean, these fucktards have high-powered battle rifles and spacesuits that I imagine have SOME kind of armoring. And here I am in nothing but my undies running around with something you'll find in the gardening section of Home Depot. And yet, all it takes is that dreaded roar in the hands of a 7-foot lunatic with the biggest shit-eating grin on his face, and that rifle and spacesuit suddenly don't matter. My adventures with the saw eventually lead me to mowing down two space Nazis and cornering an officer in what looked like subway station. A small one, but still. How big is this fucking place? Must be some rail system to get around the base quicker. There was a cart on tracks that lead into a tunnel going deeper into the base. Maybe Linda's down there. Gotta know for sure, and I have someone who does. Already got him where I want him if the moisture on his leather crotch is anything to go by.
"D-d-d-don't, please!! I-I surrender!!"
"I came in here with two other people. You Nazi fucks already killed one. But you took the other one somewhere else. A pretty lady about 5'8, 5'10-ish, black hair, scar over the right eye, anything you know?"
"Y-y-yes! W-we took her to the cells! I saw her get thrown in!!"
"Thrown in?"
"Th-th-the cells are pits we dug into the ground to prevent escape! She should still be in hers, I swear!"
"How the fuck would you know?"
"I-I-I command the cell blocks! Prisoners are only moved through me by Führer Krieger's orders!"
"Where's the cell blocks?"
"I-In sector F of the facility, two stations down from this one! A ride down should take less than a minute, I swear!!"
"When me and lady came in we also had some bitchin' armor on but you shitheels took those, too. Know anything?"
"Y-yes! Führer Krieger was fascinated, he wanted to examine the armor himself! It'll be in his personal offices in Sector H!!"
"All I needed to hear..."
"I-I gave you what you want, now please ju--NonononoNOOOO-----"
*VVVRRRRRRRRRRRRMMMMM*
......shit, how does this tram work?....
demands that we use all the crayons in the box!
Copyright Susan Ogden
Throw caution to the wind...grab those colors and use them! Swirl them, color outside the lines, blend them together and make new colors.
Life is meant to be lived and enjoyed...spinning like a pinwheel, bouncing like a ball, or raining down like prism drops of water from the sky, touching everyone with your spirit!
They say you only go ‘round once...altho i am not convinced and have my own theory on that!! BUT...just in case, why not make the most of it while you can!! :)
Go forth with your colors on this Tuesday, and share them with a smile! i dare you!
PS. Thank you, Kitty Hawk Kites for your always fabulous use of the whole box of crayons!!
Dans un livre intitulé “On ne naît pas soumise, on le devient” (tiré de sa thèse en philosophie), la chercheuse Manon Garcia, analyse la théorie de Simone de Beauvoir au prisme des conflits qui agitent les femmes : beaucoup d'entre elles culpabilisent de vouloir être à la fois libérées et choyées !
Dans la culture occidentale, une femme est forcément une créature soumise, qui aime être courtisée…
Naturellement soumise, la femme et biologiquement dominateur l'homme ?
Pas du tout, s'insurge Manon Garcia !!!
Le problème, c'est que le modèle de la femme féminine (soumise) reste prégnant et cohabite avec le modèle antinomique de la femme émancipée 🤔
Même les femmes les plus indépendantes et les plus féministes se surprennent à aimer le regard conquérant des hommes sur elles, à désirer être un objet soumis dans les bras de leur partenaire, ou à préférer des tâches ménagères … les petits plaisirs du linge bien plié, du petit-déjeuner joliment préparé pour la famille ou des activités censément plus épanouissantes.
Ces désirs, ces plaisirs sont-ils incompatibles avec leur indépendance ?
Est-ce trahir les siècles de féminisme qui les ont précédées ?
Peut-on attendre que les hommes fassent le «premier pas» et revendiquer l’égalité des sexes ?
Les récents scandales sexuels qui ont agité le monde entier ont jeté une lumière crue sur ces ambivalences et sur l’envers de la domination masculine : le consentement des femmes à leur propre soumission !!!
Tabou philosophique et point aveugle du féminisme, la soumission des femmes n’est jamais analysée en détail, dans la complexité des existences vécues 😉
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In a book entitled “We are not born submissive, we become submissive” (taken from her thesis in philosophy), researcher Manon Garcia, analyzes Simone de Beauvoir's theory through the prism of the conflicts that agitate women: many of them feel guilty for wanting to be both liberated and pampered !
In Western culture, a woman is necessarily a submissive creature, who likes to be courted...
Naturally submissive, the woman and biologically dominant the man ?
Not at all, protests Manon Garcia !!!
The problem is that the model of the (submissive) feminine woman remains prevalent and coexists with the antinomic model of the emancipated woman 🤔
Even the most independent and feminist women find themselves loving the conquering gaze of men on them, wanting to be a submissive object in the arms of their partner, or preferring household chores... the little pleasures of well-folded laundry, from a beautifully prepared breakfast for the family to supposedly more fulfilling activities.
Are these desires, these pleasures incompatible with their independence ?
Is this betraying the centuries of feminism that preceded them ?
Can we wait for men to take the “first step” and demand gender equality ?
The recent sexual scandals which have shaken the whole world have shed a harsh light on these ambivalences and on the other side of male domination: the consent of women to their own submission !!!
Philosophical taboo and blind spot of feminism, the submission of women is never analyzed in detail, in the complexity of lived existences 😉
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First Crocus
This morning, flowers cracked open
the earth’s brown shell. Spring
leaves spilled everywhere
though winter’s stern hand
could come down again at any moment
to break the delicate yolk
of a new bloom.
The crocus don’t see this as they chatter
beneath a cheerful petal of spring sky.
They ignore the air’s brisk arm
as they peer at their fresh stems, step
on the leftover fragments
of old leaves.
When the night wind twists them to pieces,
they will die like this: laughing,
tossing their brilliant heads
in the bitter air.
© Poem By: Christine Klocek-Lim
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The Greek Mythology Summary of Persephone
Demeter, goddess of the corn and harvest, has one daughter, Persephone, the maiden of spring. Hades, god of the Underworld, kidnaps Persephone and brings her down to be his wife in the Underworld. Grief-stricken and confused, Demeter withholds her gifts from the world, which becomes “a frozen desert.” She comes down to human beings in the form of an elderly woman and is taken in by a woman named Metaneira. At night, Demeter attempts to grant Metaneira’s son immortal youth by secretly anointing the boy with ambrosia and placing him in a hot fire. When Metaneira discovers Demeter putting her son in the fire, she becomes irate. Demeter then sheds her disguise and demands that the people of the town build her a temple.
In this temple, far removed from the other gods in Olympus, Demeter sits in longing for her daughter. The earth, meanwhile, freezes to a bitter cold that threatens mankind’s extinction. Finally, Zeus intervenes by telling Hermes to go down to the underworld and bring Persephone back. Hades knows he must agree to Zeus’s terms, but he gives Persephone four pomegranate seeds, knowing that if she eats them she will have to return to him. With her daughter back, Demeter leaves her temple and joins the other gods on Mount Olympus. But because Persephone does eat the pomegranate seeds, she must return to the Underworld for four months a year - one month for every seed she ate. In these months, Demeter grieves and the earth goes through winter.
The Ralston Company's automotive roots stretch right back to the 1910's, but it wasn't until the late 1920's that the low-volume products offered really shone.
Like all luxury automotive companies, however, the Wall Street Crash and ensuing Great Depression upset the grand plans that they had put into place. Prior to WWII the Ralston Group was still based in Finland, where the assembly of it's cars took place. Many of the systems, however, were sourced from other makers or suppliers.
The Ralston Type 6 was launched in 1919, featuring a six-cylinder inline engine produced by engine specialist firm Continental Motors.
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Continental_Motors_Company
The Continental engine was used, at the time, by a large number of small, independent vehicle manufacturers who were not in a position to be able to design, tool and produce their own engines independently.
The Type 6 covered a variety of frame lengths and body styles which evolved through the 1920, all models built in modest numbers. Economic volatility through this period led to the dissolution of many competitors in the luxury field, but Ralston, through modest ambition, was able to ride out the storms, if not able to capitalise fully during the fair weather periods. It must be remembered that Ralston was still manufacturing vehicle frames and finishing most bodies in the native Finland, and this compounded the difficulty in being able to react to rapidly changing market conditions.
Nonetheless, 1927 had been deemed the breakout year. The Type 8 was to be launched in mid 1928, using an engine from luxury competitor Auburn, who were readying their own straight 8, under new ownership by E.L. Cord. The Type 8 chassis was planned to support the 'senior' Ralstons - those Imperials, Limousines and Phaetons demanded by the most exclusive of customers, while the new Type-6 for 1927 would be renamed 'Lynx' and act as the 'junior' Ralston, in support of Roadsters, Speedsters and Coupes, in other words, all the smaller body styles, and in particular those that could be made in series production to help lower the cost.
In the end, things didn't go quite to plan. Both the Type 6 'Lynx' and the grand new Type 8 were launched just in time for the Wall Street Crash and financial crisis. The crisis ultimately killed off even more of the facing competition, but the actions to use type-production bodies on the established Type 6 chassis, along with a 'generic' engine, provided about the safest pathway through this period of automotive history. The image of the marque was upheld by the (barely, if at all profitable) Type 8, this series receiving some of the grandest body designs of any vehicle at this time. All variants of both the senior and junior cars were trimmed and detailed to the highest standards, the additional standardisation and volume of the junior Type 6 Lynx helping to reduce the bespoke items (and cost) on all but the most exclusive of fittings.
The car shown here is the Type 6 Lynx MkI-B of 1929 in Boat-tail Speedster (a bodystyle popular at the time). This model, along with all other revise 'B' models can be identified primarily by the reclined radiator grille and flowing fender design. The Boat-tail speedster was not one of the series production body styles, so production numbers for this variant were quite low. All the chassis and powertrain were shared with volume types, and from the cowl forward, this model is near identical to the much more common 'series' Coupe, Coupe-Cabriolet (both with rumble seats), and the Coupe-Sport.
The Type-6 Lynx was subsequently updated every two to three years up until the outbreak of WWII. At that point, the factory was given over briefly to the production of military vehicles, though a final series 'F', a non-luxury trimmed version of the preceding 1938-'E', and built in Sedan, Cabriolet-Sedan and a limited number of Coupe-Sport vehicles.
After the war production of passenger vehicles was largely transferred to the US (the main customer market), via a head quarter transition to Costa Rica, with the Type-8 (renamed to Tigre in 1938) powered by Cadillac V8 engines, initially at very low volumes. Ralston's first new post-war car was the Tigre MkII of 1954, using a modified 1948-53 Cadillac 'C' Body, frame, engine and underbody (some special versions used the long-wheelbase 'D' Body systems). There was no 'junior' Ralston at this time, and even in the vibrant US-market, total sales remained modest, requiring the continued adoption of major systems from a donor manufacturer.
This Ralston Typ-6 Lynx MkI B Boat-tail Speedster (1929) has be built on Lego miniland scale for Flickr LUGNuts 95th Build Challenge, - 'Designing the Ralston Legacy' - a challenge to design the fictitious Dragon 'Motorcycle' model for the fictitious Ralston company, though any of the previous Ralston challenge vehicles, the Tiger or the Rhino are also eligible to be submitted. The chief stipulation is that the model must feature a 'X' in the styling.