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We are honoring our friend Hard Rust this year with another Morally Ambiguous Carnival! We have a special build for the parties, so come on down next weekend for some great tunes and debauchery! Costumes highly encouraged!
Description from the back - "On the Lake of the Ozarks at Osage Beach, Mo. The world's most unique theatre. Barbara Hodgson - One of the beautiful Mermaid's starring in the underwater show at the Aquarama."
Published by Aurora Postcard Company., Aurora, Missouri. Advercolor Photograph by T. Sidney Harley.
Aug. 1964 is stamped on the back.
Excerpt from uwaterloo.ca:
Description of the District
The Durand-Markland Heritage Conservation District runs along Markland Street and includes Park Street and MacNab Street between Markland Street and Herkimer. Chilton Place is also included.
The Durand-Markland Heritage Conservation District is found in the City of Hamilton and consists of 51 residential properties.
Cultural Heritage Value of the District
The Heritage Conservation District Plan describes the heritage character as:
“Although a few residents were built in the 1850s and 1860s, the Durand-Markland study area is characterized by a predominance of late nineteenth century to early twentieth century building construction. There is a range and diversity of structures from small, vernacular worker’s cottages to large classically detailed houses of the upper middle class.
The most prominent architectural styles are nineteenth century Italianate (1850-1900), and Queen Anne (1880-1910), and twentieth century Tudor Revival (1900-1930s) Examples of such architectural styles as Second Empire (1860-1880), Colonial Revival (1900-present), Edwardian Classicism (1900-1930), and four-square (1900-1930) are also represented in the district ”.
It goes on to state:
“The distinctive architectural features of the area are its scale, mass, decorative detailing and building sitting. Remarkably few individual buildings and properties have been extensively altered or subdivided over time due to changing tastes, economics and fashion The overall nineteenth century residential character coupled with a distinctive treeline and canopied streetscapes have generally been retained and occasionally enhanced”.
Designation of the District
The designation of Durand-Markland was initiated by local residents. Unterman McPhail Cumming Associates Heritage Conservation and Planning Consultants and Wendy Shearer Landscape Architect Limited completed the plan in 1994 for the City of Hamilton.
The Durand-Markland Heritage Conservation District is protected by By-law 94-184, which was passed in 1994 by the City of Hamilton.
When we think about a dream or a wish, we often think about money, health. But what about freedom? Liberty is not less important than health or happiness, just think for a moment, will we be more happy or healthy if we don say what we want, if we don't think what's really happening, if we don't act like we do, if we are not us? Will we enjoy life then? Don't let anybody or anything or yourself turns you into a fictional reality, we're not robots, we are the actions of our thoughts. We are free to be free. So if I could make a wish I would wish I never lost freedom.
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Read the descriptions for the previous photos from this shoot...boy, time sure is funny, has a weird bounce to it now, reading about the 2008 election, looking at the comments where we were all optimistic and teary-eyed over Obama getting elected.
I can tell you, it felt like a new dawn, like things were going to be uniformly Better from here on out. Not perfect, of course, but Better. Like getting lost in the back roads, finally stumbling upon a road sign telling you how to get back to the highway.
Felt like we were coming out of the wilderness.
We sure were stupid!
At the time of this shoot, I'd only known Laura a few months, but could not get enough. Of shooting her, hanging out with her, talking photography, exploring the city.
Every shoot with her was a blast. Even this, which was really supposed to be about Carré, with Laura helping out...couldn't help but take a few snaps of her as well. Great light coming in through windows that were perfectly situated to give startling views of the afternoon sun, these turned out to be some of my all-time favorite shots. Polaroid from this shoot still has a place of prominence on the wall, despite it being, fuck, 14 years later.
Those were the days when it was all galavanting through my city, meeting new people all the time, still in a process of discovery with photos. Like with politics, everything felt possible, and headed in the right direction.
Unlike with politics, I actually Was headed in the right direction...
Description for this whole series: I already posted most of these, but at that time I was processing them on my iPad using Photoshop Touch, and I hadn't realized that that resulted in lower resolution than the originals. So, here, I have re-processed them in Aperture and am re-uploading them at full resolution. These were taken on a beautiful sunny fall day in Chicago, on Northerly Island, with a view of the skyline between the bright red trees. The differences in sky color between some of them are the result of me playing around with a polarizing lens - some photos with it, some without (and possibly, hard to remember, a couple with it turned the wrong way).
You can read the description engraved on this old Welsh miner's lamp for yourself. Just enlarge. It is indeed a beautiful antique object of great personal historic significance.
Both my grandfathers had been coal miners. My father's father had come from the Rhondda Valley in Wales and had worked in the mines there until his mid twenties. en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rhondda
My mother's father spent all his working life in the Queensland coal mines around Ipswich, the last 30 of which were spent in the Queensland Mine's Rescue Service (for which he was awarded the British Empire Medal).
Whilst on a visit with friends in England in 1979, my parents were presented with this lamp (since their friends knew of the family mining links). It had been found in the attic of a church in Edgeware, London. How it got there we don't know, although it is possible that the Welsh miner who owned it, Ned Morgan ( a very Welsh name is Morgan), was converted during the Welsh Revival that began in 1904, and after moving to London later in life presented it to the church. But we can't be sure.
At least we can be sure of this much. The lamp is now in my safekeeping, and it is not for sale at any price.
It is interesting to know that the date on this lamp (1907) was during the time that the Beaconsfield gold mine was in full production.
Flickr keeps stealing my description and tags. 4 times now!
Let's try this again. :P
I've been caught in an obsessive, *ahem*, I mean, creative whirlwind designing new dresses to add to the Hopeless Romantic series and putting the finishing touches on this little one, along with a few other projects I am dying to share with all of you! ^__^
I always wish I could be one of those incredible artists (and many friends here) who are able to present a constant steady flow of lovely things to share, while taking regular pictures, keeping in touch with everyone and still living the rest of their lives with family, friends, pets, exercise, errands, chores, business, etc. I am genuinely in awe of all of you! I really have tried, but I don't think I will ever be that person. I seem to go through phases and need large chunks of time to accomplish each part of this balance rather separately and become very quiet at times as well.
Maybe it's just different for everybody and that's ok, too.
I guess I just want you all to know, that even though I don't update or post comments regularly, I do care about you all and think of you quite often. <3
ps- also, I don't recommend spilling an entire glass of water on your open laptop... while it's on... or off either I guess. That doesn't do much to help with keeping in touch, either.
Kisses & Squish!
Habitat médiéval du théâtre de Brion sur la commune de Saint-Germain-d'Esteuil en Gironde.
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Photo du 10 mars 2017.
Excerpt from historicplaces.ca:
Description of Historic Place
The building at 1-5 Main Street West, commonly known as the Bank of Montreal, is situated on a prominent parcel of land at one of downtown Hamilton's busiest intersections. The two-storey building was constructed in 1928 to the designs of architect Kenneth G. Rea, an independent practitioner from Montreal.
The exterior of the building, excluding the western façade, and the interior features of the main banking hall are protected by an Ontario Heritage Trust conservation easement. The property is also designated by the City of Hamilton under Part IV of the Ontario Heritage Act (Bylaw 79-222).
Heritage Value
The building is located at the intersection of Main and James Streets and occupies a position in the financial heart of Hamilton's downtown core. This economic hub is also home to a number of other significant financial buildings such as the Pigott Building (36-40 James Street), the Sun Life Building (42 James Street), and the Landed Banking and Loan Company Building (36-40 James), all of which are recognized heritage properties. Today, the Bank of Montreal building is reaffirming its position as a cultural landmark within Hamilton's downtown core. The building will be used to house commercial offices and contribute to the economic vitality of the city's downtown.
As the former main branch of the Bank of Montreal in Hamilton, this building is associated with the city's history as having a thriving banking and insurance district. It provides a physical link to a time when the business functions of Hamilton rivalled those of neighbouring Toronto. The building is also a testament to the tradition of heritage conservation in Hamilton. As one of the most prominent buildings to escape unscathed from the urban renewal movement of the 1960s and 1970s, the building faced an uncertain future when it was slated for demolition in the early 1980s. Following the efforts of local politicians, heritage advocates, and a concerned citizens group, called the Bank of Montreal Action Committee, the building was spared from demolition and was re-established as an active commercial building by the mid 1980s.
Designed in the monumental and opulent Neoclassical style of the late 1920s, the Bank of Montreal building has been described as one of the finest bank premises in Canada. The building exhibits excellence in craftsmanship on both its exterior and interior, however, it is the carvings on the two street-facing facades by renowned Dutch-Canadian sculptor William Oosterhoff that most often garners attention. The interior of the building displays a monumentality of scale and richness of detail that is both awesome and stunning. Its most significant feature is the two-storey banking hall which is lit on all four sides by long shafts of vertical windows.
Character-Defining Elements
Character defining elements that contribute to the heritage value include its:
- prominent location in the heart of Hamilton's financial district
- close proximity to other financial buildings recognized as heritage structures
- classically inspired composition of the main (east) facade and the north and south elevations in Queenston dolomite on a Stanstead granite base
- central motif on the main façade which incorporates four graceful Corinthian columns and a pediment featuring an intricately carved Bank of Montreal coat of arms in the tympanum
- Corinthian pilasters and large two-storey windows of the north elevation, south elevation, and the northern and southern flanks of the main façade
- iron grills over the ground floor windows and the decorative masonry of the door surround
- 35 foot (10.7m) ceiling height in the interior
- finely chiselled Tennessee marble walls
- 28 foot (8.5m) ionic columns in solid red Levanto marble
- ceiling spanned by coffered ornamental girders in polychrome
- iron railing bordering the mezzanine
- marble and iron staircase connecting the basement and main floor at the north-eastern corner of the building
MW3 Zombies idea..I know they have a new Spec-ops, but this would be very cool, even though it won't happen
Also, join this if ya want
No description needed. Just some PMCs in Afghan.
I'm trying to complete my ww1 and ww2 armies now, have a few bricklink orders on the way and got 60$ today as a late birthday present so I'll make some more orders. So yeah, I have a lot going on here, but I don't want to show to much of it until it's done.
Description tomorrow! It's getting close to 3AM! D:
Credits:
Shockwave - Grip
Torongo - Trigger
Amy - Stock
Benjoo - MBUS Sights
Matthew - Shiny logo :3
Description in English and Dutch:
English
Napoleon Bonaparte paid a visit to Zaandam in 1811 and thought it was a beautiful picturesque city. At that time, the clever conqueror was busy setting up a civil status system in the Netherlands, just like in France, in which property rights would be established. As a result, he could also levy tax in the Netherlands. That is why he had a map made for this. The map of Zaandam was ready before the rest of the Netherlands. Many years later, in our modern age, the municipality of Zaandam and the architectural firm Studio Kramer thought it would be a fun idea to cut out that map exactly to scale and use it as the facade of a new lock house. The facade consists of openwork (ajour) from the Napoleonic era. It is made of the specific CorTen steel that prevents a rusting surface from rusting through. That is why the house has a brown-orange color that was often used at that time. Due to the specific architectural style, the building also refers to the river Zaan and the peat meadow landscape.
Nederlands
Napoleon Bonaparte bracht in 1811 een bezoek aan Zaandam en vond het een prachtige schilderachtige stad. In die tijd was de slimme veroveraar bezig om in Nederland net als in Frankrijk een burgelijke standssyteem op te laten zetten waarin eigendomsrechten zouden komen te staan. Hierdoor zou hij dan ook in Nederland belasting kunnen heffen. Dat is de reden dat hij hiervoor een landskaart heeft laten maken. De kaart van Zaamdam was echter al eerder klaar dan de rest van Nederland. Vele jaren later in onze moderne tijd leek het de gemeente Zaandam en architectenbureau Studio Kramer een geinig idee om die landskaart exact uit te snijden op schaalgrote en het als gevel van een nieuw sluishuisje te gebruiken. Het gebouw refereert door de specifieke bouwstijl naar de rivier de Zaan en het veenweide landschap. De gevel bestaat uit ajour van de Napoleon tijd met de typische open gaten structuur. Het is gemaakt van de specifieke CorTen staal waarbij een roestend oppervlak niet verder doorroest. Daarom heeft het huisje een bruin oranje kleur dat in die tijd vaak werd gebruikt.
Description: This city letter carrier posed for a humorous photograph with a young boy in his mailbag. After parcel post service was introduced in 1913, at least two children were sent by the service. With stamps attached to their clothing, the children rode with railway and city carriers to their destination. The Postmaster General quickly issued a regulation forbidding the sending of children in the mail after hearing of those examples.
Creator/Photographer: Unidentified photographer
Medium: Black and white photographic print
Culture: American
Geography: USA
Date: 1900
Collection: U.S. Postal Employees
Persistent URL: arago.si.edu/index.asp?con=2&cmd=1&id=194274
Repository: National Postal Museum
Accession number: A.2006-22
Description in English and Dutch:
I already uploaded photos of the Westduinpark in The Hague near Scheveningen. Wednesday I was in the same park, but then the part near Kijkduin. This is photo number 7 in the new series. It is an impressive dune area that runs approximately from Scheveningen harbor to Kijkduin.There are Scottish Highlanders in the protected nature reserve to control the vegetation and there is really a lot to see in terms of flora and fauna. It is a combination of dunes, open sand area and forest. It is very special there because dunes and forests alternate and sometimes merge into one another. On warm sunny days, a lot of women walk barefoot on the sandy areas, to experience the ultimate feeling of freedom.There are hiking trails as well as cycle paths and horse riding trails in the very interesting park. A lot of people are really impressed by the vegetation, bunkers from the Second World War, steep dune hills and the impressive viewpoints. The view at those points of the beach and the sea and on the other side the buildings of the city is truly phenomenal. Come there once and experience a invisible blanket of oasis and peace. You will imagine yourself in a kind of paradise where worries and problems do not exist and where the war of thoughts in everyone's head disappears like snow in the sun for a moment in time, because freedom is in each of us.
Nederlands
Eerder heb ik al foto's geüpload van het Westduinpark in Den Haag bij Scheveningen. Woensdag was ik in hetzelfde park, maar dan in het gedeelte bij Kijkduin. Dit is foto 6 van de nieuwe reeks van het Westduinpark. Er zijn hier ook Schotse Hooglanders in het beschermde natuurgebied aanwezig om de vegetatie in balans te houden. Buiten de vriendelijke hooglanders is er nog veel meer moois te beleven qua flora en fauna. Het park is een combinatie van duinen, open zandgebied en bos. Het is daar heel bijzonder, omdat duinen en bos elkaar afwisselen en soms in elkaar overlopen. Op warme zonnige dagen lopen veel vrouwen blootsvoets op de zanderige gebieden om het ultieme gevoel van vrijheid te ervaren. In het parkgebied zijn zowel wandelpaden als fietspaden als ruiterpaden aanwezig.Veel mensen die er voor het eerst komen zijn echt onder de indruk van de vegetatie, de overblijfselen van de bunkers uit de Tweede Wereldoorlog, de steile duinheuvels en de indrukwekkende uitzichtpunten. Op zo’n uitzichtpunt kun je vanaf de sfeervolle bankjes heerlijk genieten van het uitzicht op de gebouwen van de stad of aan de andere kant van het strand en de zee. Als je een keer in de buurt bent dan raad ik zeker aan om dit geweldige gebied te bezoeken. Een oase van rust en vrede zal als een onzichtbare deken over je heen vallen waarna je jezelf daar dan echt in een soort van paradijs waant. Op die magische Haagse plek zullen de negatieve gedachten in je hoofd daarom als sneeuw voor de zon verdwijnen.
Excerpt from historicplaces.ca:
Description of Historic Place
The Beaumont Knitting Mill, located at 586 Main Street, is on the west side of Main Street, north of Joseph Street, in Glen Williams, Town of Halton Hills. The three storey stone mill was established in 1878 with several later additions.
The property was designated by the Town of Halton Hills in 1990 for its heritage value under Part IV of the Ontario Heritage Act (By-law 1990-0045).
Heritage Value
The Beaumont Knitting Mill was established by James Leslie, whose family was among the earliest settlers in the Glen Williams area. It is also associated with Samuel Beaumont, a father of industry in Glen Williams who began to manufacture woollen goods at the Beaumont Knitting Mill in 1878. He made several additions to the mill over the years including a one-and-a-half-storey stone addition that fronts Main Street, which was added circa 1880.
The Beaumont Knitting Mill is the oldest remaining mill in Glen Williams. It is an example of the industrial style building common in small Ontario towns in the 19th century. Typical of this type of structure are the mill's coursed rubble limestone construction, symmetrical composition and mansard roof with dormers. The additions to the building reflect the evolution of industrial activities at the mill over time.
Character-Defining Elements
Character defining elements that contribute to the heritage value of the Beaumont Knitting Mill include its:
- three storey coursed rubble limestone exterior
- four sided mansard roof
- dormers
- projected eaves
- double hung 2 over 2 windows
- limestone lintels and sills
- circa 1880 one-and-a-half-storey stone addition
Coloured bowl with some boiling hot water then cling film stretched over, olloclip macro @ 21x, tri., remote, Snapseed on iPhone.
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General description
Crew: 4 - pilot / commander, co-pilot, offensive systems officer and defensive systems officer
Capacity: 56,700 kg (125,000 lb) of internal and external load
Length: 44.5 m (150 ft)
Wingspan: 41.8 m (140 ft)
Reinforced wingspan: 24 m (79 ft)
Height: 10.4 m (34 ft)
Alarm area: 181.2 m² (1 950 ft²)
Empty weight: 87 100 kg (192 000 lb)
Gross weight (loaded): 148,000 kg (326,000 lb)
Take-off weight: 216 400 kg (477 000 lb)
Fuel capacity: 44,049 l (11,600 US-gal)
Motorization
Number of engines: 4x
Engine Type: Turbofan
Manufacturer / Model Name: General Electric F101-GE-102
Motor buoyancy: 13 962 kgf (30,800 lbf) (136.92 kN)
Performance
Maximum speed: 1 335 km / h (830 mph)
Total Mach Speed: 1.25 Ma
Total Node Speed: 721 kn (1 340 km / h)
Range: 11,999 km (7,460 mi)
War range: 5 544 km (3 440 mi)
Service ceiling: 18 000 m (59 100 ft)
Description: A composite image of the Eagle Nebula (M16) with NASA's Chandra X-ray Observatory and the Hubble Space Telescope penetrates the dark columns of gas and dust to reveal how much star formation is happening there. The Chandra data (red, green, and blue represent low, medium, and high-energy X-rays respectively) show very few X-ray sources in the so-called "Pillars of Creation" themselves. This indicates that star formation peaked in this region several million years ago.
Creator/Photographer: Chandra X-ray Observatory
NASA's Chandra X-ray Observatory, which was launched and deployed by Space Shuttle Columbia on July 23, 1999, is the most sophisticated X-ray observatory built to date. The mirrors on Chandra are the largest, most precisely shaped and aligned, and smoothest mirrors ever constructed. Chandra is helping scientists better understand the hot, turbulent regions of space and answer fundamental questions about origin, evolution, and destiny of the Universe. The images Chandra makes are twenty-five times sharper than the best previous X-ray telescope. NASA's Marshall Space Flight Center in Huntsville, Ala., manages the Chandra program for NASA's Science Mission Directorate in Washington. The Smithsonian Astrophysical Observatory controls Chandra science and flight operations from the Chandra X-ray Center in Cambridge, Massachusetts.
Medium: Chandra telescope x-ray
Date: 2001
Persistent URL: chandra.harvard.edu/photo/2007/m16/
Repository: Smithsonian Astrophysical Observatory
Collection: Normal Stars and Star Clusters Collection
Gift line: X-ray: NASA/CXC/U.Colorado/Linsky et al.; Optical: NASA/ESA/STScI/ASU/J.Hester & P.Scowen.
Accession number: m16
Description: St. George Reef is a collection of exposed rocks and covered ledges lying about eight miles northwest of Crescent City. In July of 1865, the steam sidewheeler Brother Jonathan struck the reef and went down. Of the 244 people aboard, only nineteen managed to escape in a small craft.
You will not find many photographs of this lighthouse, simply due to its location (8 mi offshore). I've taken many shots as we approached the lighthouse, and continued shooting as we circled around it, and flew back to the coast-line.
note: I've been asked a few times about a much closer view of the lighthouse. I honestly have a few that are alot closer, but for some reason I liked this one alot. I will probably add a different angle sometime in the future.
Ughh. When I'm in a hurry my descriptions are bad. I was in a hurry to write something, and it ended up as if I was some high strung lady doing nothing but exclaiming things lol.
Anyways so I'm rewriting the descriptions. And oh my gosh...I hear fire works right now. There's some big event going on that I forgot all about! And there are fireworks...ughh I never got to use my DSLR on fireworks yet :(
Anyways, I couldn't decide what to edit and upload out of the whole bunch from the shoot. So that's why I called this "indecisive" yes....kinda dumb lol.
Anyways, I did such a crappy job with the liquify tool. My friend requested that I make her "thinner" so I did...but I'm not too good at it. I have barely used the liquify tool in my life! And now well, I kinda did a crappy job but oh wellll.
Anyways!
Theme Description: From classic pointy shoes to a dame's dramatic widow's peak, from mountain tops to a scaly animal's structured tail, the tips or pointed ends of objects are all around us. For this theme, capture your doll in her most dramatic gown with pointy shoulders, showcase his flexibility with a pose that reaches a vertical tipping point, or zoom in on an everyday object or landscape in your doll's world with a pointed edge. Find novel or creative ways to make this ubiquitous feature a focal point of your photo. Aim, "point," and click those shutter buttons!
This photo: For this theme, I knew I wanted to focus on fashion, and "pointed" made me think of the high contrast colors of black, white, and red. I started with the outfit and found that the perfect doll to model it was a (Basics) Barbie. :)
Glasses/necklace: Mattel
Crop top and skirt: Sal (It was totally unplanned that the outfit I chose for its pointy structure also had the word "appointed" visible in the text. I didn't see that until I was editing!
Purse and earrings: Integrity Toys
ok don't think I'm a scammer or a fraud or anything like that but I just need help I you don't want to that's fine no forcing or anything just if you are willing to give with your heart or anything look I need some lego figure parts not new old legs torsos and heads you may have that you don't use anymore plz I really need some to work in some future custom figs but problem is I'm running out of resources. But you may be saying ''why don't you use or buy on EBay or Amazon!!'' well.....it's because my parents haven't done any account for both of these Internet stores. but I guarantee you that I the future I will have a amazon account but for the meanwhile I need your help so plz help me out if you can
sincerely SAMMY PANDA LEGO EXTREME ;)
So I've gotten enough entries so far to be able to fairly judge the winners, when it ends, but it's still not many. This is my second ever contest and the last one had 42 entries, whereas this one has 6. I think I figured out the problem. It doesnt cater to a wide enough audience.
So here's what I wanna ask:
If I were to do another contest after this one, where you have to make a sci-fi version of yourself (any scifi genre you want, be it space, cyberpunk, steampunk, etc) and for extra entries you do that but use your irl friends, how many of you would be interested in entering? It can be Lego OR drawing, and you can have as many entries as you want after making yourself, as long as they're all based off people you know irl.
Please get back to me ASAP on this, because I really wanna know if this is a good idea. Stay frosty, bros and broditas!
-FANTXTIK
Description:
This image of IC 434, the Horsehead Nebula, was captured using only broadband filters and a small 382mm refractor. The nebula lies in the constellation Orion, close to some of its most famous stars. It stretches behind Alnitak, the easternmost star of Orion’s Belt, whose brilliant light dominates the scene and adds a striking contrast to the faint glow of the nebula.The Horsehead Nebula itself appears as a dark silhouette against the glowing curtain of hydrogen gas, its distinct shape formed by dense interstellar dust. Nearby, the Flame Nebula also contributes to the drama of the region, with its fiery orange hues and intricate structure.
Using broadband filters allowed me to bring out the natural colors of this iconic region, balancing the intense starlight from Alnitak with the more delicate features of the nebula. The 382mm refractor provided a wide enough field of view to include these stunning cosmic landmarks while resolving the fine details of the Horsehead's silhouette and the surrounding nebulosity.
Equipment:
Telescope: William Optics Gran Turismo 81 IV / GT81 IV
Camera: ZWO ASI2600MM Pro
Mount: Sky-Watcher EQ6-R Pro
Filters:
Chroma Lum 36 mm
Chroma Red 36 mm
Chroma Green 36 mm
Chroma Blue 36 mm
Accessories: William Optics Flat6A III
Acquisition details
Date:
Jan. 18, 2023
Frames:
Chroma Blue 36 mm: 20×180″(1h)
Chroma Green 36 mm: 18×180″(54′)
Chroma Lum 36 mm: 69×180″(3h 27′)
Chroma Red 36 mm: 20×180″(1h)
Total Integration:
6h 21′
Locations: Al Salmy Desert, Al Jahra Governorate, Kuwait
Veteran Suicide, is the topic for today. This is going to be another long one folks. As you read; I don’t want you to think of me. I’d like you to think of your husband, your wife, your partner, your son, daughter, grandson, grand daughter. The 1%, having the courage, to serve and defend our nation. I will be covering events that happened yesterday, and the impact it has on the mental health of our veterans.
Again, this is not about me. Its how veterans are treated at VA facilities, and some of the civilian medical facilities, we are sent to.
I had an appointment, with an ophthalmologist, early the other morning. I have intermediate vision loss in my right eye, and now problems in my left eye. Very similar, to the description from a woman, who’s child was a victim of Electronic Weapons (also know as the Havana Syndrome). She, a US Citizen, a child of a person interviewed, on 60 Minutes; 2-20-22. I’ve had problems with my right eye, for over two years now. Bouncing from VA Hospitals, VA Clinics; trying to find someone that gives a shit.
I get ready, lock up the motorhome and head for Grand Junction, Colorado, VA. I’m only 30 minutes away, and not rushed. VA, is an abbreviation for the Veteran’s Administration. A place where Veterans, are supposed to receive medical care. I pull off the National Forest Road, onto the main highway. Just, as I come over the hill, not a mile from our camp; there’s a State Trooper. Waiting, to try and catch me speeding. This happens, over and over again, when I have an appointment. I look at my speedometer, and slow it down a bit. I also see a guy just up the road. This minion, sets along the road, waiting to see which direction I take. Its another act to let me know I’m being watched. An attempt of intimation, along with a physiological attack on my mental health. Koda and I, head on down the road to Grand Junction.
As we pull into the parking lot, a man quickly cuts us off, and takes the last spot, close to the entrance door. It’s early, and hardly anyone is in the office. Once I check in; the perps start rolling in. Koda and I are setting in the lobby. These perps start with their over the top; hand in pocket skit. Then, some start the hair flipping shit. I’m talking 5 women, coming and going, flipping their hair as far int the air as they can. Even the staff chime in. Yes, folks, Koda and I are in a medical facility. As the women flip their hair, the men stair directly into Koda’s eyes. One even comes over, looking as threatening as possible. Wearing a big billed cap, big dark glasses, and a large black mask. He sets down right beside us, bends down, looks directly into Koda’s eyes. Koda, laying at my feet. The man asked if he could pet Koda, as he looks sternly into his eyes. I said no, he a Service Dog. I then asked if he wouldn’t stare into his eyes. I told him; dogs can take it as threatening. Koda, didn’t, because he’s used to it. Many VA staff, do it all the time. Even a Patient Advocate, that is supposed to help Veterans. This person is supposed to help veterans; having problems with the VA.
I stood up for myself and my dog, so now the minions are really pissed. They send in more Village Idiots, Sociopaths and Narcissist. Displaying their Perp Colors, fake coughs, arms flailing, American Flag Face Masks, large dark glasses, and stupidly big headphones. I’m talking big, big headphones. Not earbuds.
After seeing the doctor, a nurse has Koda and I, set in the hallway. She then, brigs over the guy with the stupid big headphones. She tells him to set right beside Koda, on my left. Even though, there are seats to my right. Koda, is getting uncomfortable, but continues to lay by my side, unmoved. He starts to whine a bit, as he looks up to me. He’s getting very uncomfortable, I see it in his face. The guy is playing something through his headphones that’s irritating Koda, intensely. I can’t hear it, and I’m not hard on hearing. The ‘Stupid Big Headphone Skit’, is used on us quite often. Especially, when we go to a laundry mat. They use something that makes Koda, extremely anxious and irritated. Many, actually smile, while doing so. This was at a civilian ophthalmologist office. I will say, the doctor was more thorough in the hour and a half, we were there; than the VA has, in over 2 years. This doctor ordered lab work, and an ultra sound. A skit; is what I call these, conspired, and practiced acts, of Gang Stalking/Domestic Terrorism.
I’m still waiting on an MRI read, from over two moths ago, that I got at the Phoinex VA. The Neuro-Ophithmoligest, at Barrow Neurological Institute. Spent less time with me, than I did filling out a little paperwork. He was dismissive and short. After, over two years of dealing with my right eye; I had to demand an MRI. I’m still waiting for a video call, so he can give me the MRI results. I have no confidence in a diagnosis or prognosis, from this guy. Their office Gaslighting me, leaving repeat message; that I have an in office appointment Monday, in Phoenix. This appointment is a video conference call, I set up before heading back to Colorado. I confirmed it two weeks ago. This week, and today, as I write this; they call with prerecorded messages and text. Wanting me to confirm, an in office visit for Monday. I’ve called them many times, left messages, and got ghosted.
So, now we are headed to the Grand Junction, VA, to get my lab work done. The front parking lot is full, so we head to the parking garage. We have the minions, trolling around to see where we park. We find a spot in the garage and park. I gather my things, and Koda the Magnificent. I open the car door, someone just behind us, honks their car horn 6 times. This wasn’t an alarm, this was one of the minions, letting everyone know; we are getting out of the car. It’s also a psychological stimuli, that lets you know, you are being watched. We get it, all the time, and have recorded it.
We walk to the back entrance. There are two VA Police Officers, and a man; standing in front of the door, blocking our way. We get through these guys, I use the hand sanitizer. The guy with the tan blazer, says something about my “furry friend.
A few years back I had surgery, one of many. I was living and working in Yosemite National Park. I was using the Fresno, California, VA. My daughter flew out, to help me with recovery, and spend Fathers Day with me. What a daughter…. While I was in the hospital, she would come to visit daily. When I was able to walk, she would walk with me down the halls of this beautiful hospital. These hallways filled with pictures of dedication, loyalty and sacrifice. Past wars, and their participants. She’s holding my arm, I look at her, looking at the pictures. Wondering if she can absorb, the depth of the sacrifice behind them. We get to the end of the hall and turn around. I see a young man in the hallway. Kooks to be early 20s. My daughter looked a little blushed. She looked directly at me and said; “Dad, that guy has been following me, every time I visit”. No Shit, my daughter was being stalked at the VA Hospital. All, the while; VA Police, watch on their many cameras. VA Police, will try to bait, intimidate and watch Targets, like a hawk. Yes, folks, this shit really happens at our VA facilities. You have to ask yourself; Is this how our CIA and FBI, train their Minions? They recruit KIDS, while they are in High School!
I knew better than to stop, and respond to these guys. I headed for the lab, with my ophthalmologist lab request. I went to the window, to check in. There was also supposed to a lab request, from the Phoenix VA. I was told last week, it was in the system; when speaking to one of the traveling vet coordinators. It wasn’t. I was told I had to go to the ER, and get a doctors authorization, for the new request. I didn’t have a problem with that, because; its to make sure and verify, its a legit request. What I have a problem with; is the Grand Junction VA Staff, and other minions, intently in wait, to attack my mental health, bait me, harass me, and set me up.
We go back down, to the ER. As we walk towards the check in window, a guy standing a distance from it, steps up to the window. He’s stalling, Gaslighting about the Mental Health Ward, He’s giving more minions time to show up. They weren’t expecting me to come right in today. This also gave the staff time enough time, to come up with excuses, for why my other lab request, was not in the system. When I was told by phone, it was.
I finally check in, and we have a seat. There are a few people in the area, but not too crowded. As soon as we do, a guy close to us; leans over and looks directly into Koda’s eyes. Koda looks away. The man continues this, with extremely stern looks. I asked him please not to, said it’s a threatening act to a dog. He knows this, but is baiting for a confrontation. The simple fuck, is finally called away, but is replaced by two others. One not wearing a mask. The VA requires a face mask at this facility, and I believe all. Koda, has been uncomfortable since we walked in. He knows where we are, and what to expect. We got the same treatment last Friday. He still lays patiently, at my side. A woman comes in, sets a large purse on a seat across from us. Then, sits on our side across from it. I start receiving a light Electronic Weapons attack. I don’t know if its coming from her purse. As she sets there smiling, her mask pulled down, so I can see.
A nurse calls us up to the front. As Koda and I squeeze through the minions sent to bait and harass us. We walk pass the purse, the woman so intently sat in a chair. Koda stops and sniffs it. Seriously, he does. He gets attacked with Electronic Weapons, and audio stimuli, too. Koda and I work are way through the now, packed waiting area. The nurse has my records in his hand. As we walk towards him; several nurses rush to cut us off. When we do reach him; he tells me, I’m the wrong patient, have a seat. Koda and I look for a clear path back to our seat; another nurse comes up and start Gaslighting about the Mental Health Ward. I stood up for a while, because of setting all morning at two different facilities. There was a man in an electric wheelchair. He asked about Koda, so we stopped and talked with him for a while.
He asked about service dogs. I told him; as far as I know, the VA does not provide Service dogs. There are many civilian groups that help veterans obtain a service dog. Many times, at no, or low cost to the veteran. That’s the norm, for our Veterans. They have to reach out to civilian organizations, to get their required medical needs. That’s because the VA, and our government wont. Why is that Mr President? You continually bring up your sons military service, while veterans are reaching out to civilian agencies, because the VA WON’T fulfill their needs. How long have you been in politic? Why don’t you add another 800 Billion to the Defense Spending; while veterans kill themselves.
I told the man I am, an Advance Certified Animal Care Specialist, and trained Koda myself. He asked to pet Koda, and I let him. Koda, licked his hand softly and gave him his sweetest look. I showed him a few hand signals, I’ve taught him. We were both lost in the gentle actions of Koda. For a moment; we forgot about the crowded clinic. That didn’t last long; because the minions, can’t have it. Rick is enjoying himself; we have to do something about it. Nurse, after nurse strolling by. Clicking pens, fake coughs, flailing arms, and Mental Health Ward Gaslighting. Then, one brings out the American Flag. Yep, they have to throw that in our face. When all else fails, they use the American Flag. It’s folded, and just a Gaslighting Prop. They pulled that one two years ago, after I complained to the Patient Advocate. Koda, and I handle ourselves like pros, because we are. This is a small VA Hospital, with very limited doctor staff. Nurses, think they control the show, Many times they do. Free Speech, is not so Free; in the United States of America. It can cost you dearly.
An hour later, I finally got the Ophthalmologist request in. We headed back up to the lab. We had the minions rushing ahead of us, to the elevator. Koda and I entered, one man had a clear plastic bag. This bag had the exact items, I left on our kitchen counter this morning. This, another act of Gaslighting. It also, lets a Target Know, they are being watched, or someone has entered their home. It’s another Gaslighting Tactic; used to attack the mental health of a Target, to bait and discredit them.
Then, there are two others. Dressed in their Bright Perp Colors. The man, working his way, as close to Koda as possible. We stood to the back, but when the elevator opened, they wanted us to exit first. We didn’t, and I told the two by the door to go ahead. As they did, I could see the man in the tan blazer. He was the same man, with the two VA Police, when we first came in. He was standing just to the right of the elevator door. As Koda and I step to the door, I said wait. That’s his command to stop and wait. Knowing that at almost every corner, entrance or exit; a minion, is waiting. Koda, stops and waits. As we do, the man in the tan blazer, walks pass us. As he does, he reaches into the elevator, open handed, fingers separated, right at Koda face. The two that stepped out ahead of us, standing there, in their perp colors, to witness; if I act out. I didn’t, and neither did Koda. I told the man “He’s a service dog, you don’t do that to someones service dog”. He smiles and says “I was just saying hi”. I didn’t start a confrontation, and we left for the lab. We are in a medical facility, the staff is not educated enough, to not reach out, at a Service Dog? Give me a fucking break….
We go into this small room so I can get my blood drawn. The smell of sanitizer and alcohol, was overwhelming. It irritated Koda, immensely. He still, just lay at my left side. I ran labs at two veterinary facilities, and at the Cheyenne Mountain Zoo; in Colorado. I know what labs and exam rooms smell like. This is a tactic used on Targets. They use the sense of smell to harass and Gaslight Targets. They will use sanitizer, alcohol, auto exhaust, second hand smoke, the smell of gasoline and diesel. You can see them in action, at the Grand Junction Walmart, parking lot. It’s on their cameras.
We finished our labs, and head to the parking garage. Ahead of us, rushes someone from the Hospital. He walks upwind, and lights a cigarette. We get in the car and leave, as the minions come out flipping their hair.
We drive across the street to have lunch. It was literally just across the street. It was a long morning, and our day not even half over. We gather our things, go in. As we enter; there are two young guys setting by the window. Probably in their early twenties, they start fake coughing. There’s a woman ahead of us, she stalling, giving other minions time to show up. Koda and I patiently wait. The guy at the counter disappeared. We are used to this. More minions, come marching in. Yep, its a Stupid Fest; sponsored by the Local Village Idiots Association. I finally get my order in, take my cup, get mobbed at the soft drink fountain. The Coke dispenser didn’t work, I mentioned it to the employee that rushed up there ahead of us. She moved the top of the Coke tap, and said try it. I did, as sprays all over Koda and I.
We have a seat, Koda laying at my left fett, minion after minion, walking by; looking directly down at Koda. Not even giving me a glance; just intently, looking into Koda’s eyes. Koda the Magnificent didn’t even flinch. He was looking at dad, waiting for the delicious morsels, he so well deserved. While we ate, someone blocked the view to our car, with an SUV. It was soon surrounded, by vans, trucks, and SUVs. None of them had an electric car, Mr Transportation Secretary. I don’t know where these Bottom Feeders are getting their gas money from? They don’t seem to be working.
We finished our lunch, headed to the door, as a minion rushes to the bathroom, thinking I may have to pee. They will leave piss all over the floor for Koda to step in. Really, they will. Just ask the Walmart employees in Grand Junction, Colorado, or Buckeye, Arizona. We get in the car, someone has moved my rear view mirror, changed my air conditioning settings (it’s going to be 100 today). Both my back windows were down about an inch. Nothing taken, just shit tampered with. This is the norm, for a Targeted Individual, in the United Sates of America.
Koda and I headed to the River Park. They have several fenced, dog play areas. We got there before noon, not to hot for Koda yet. I took him there often, after I first adopted him. For socialization and other training. There are pictures from two years ago, in our photostream.
When we arrived, there was no one in the three open play areas. I’m thinking great, Koda can be a dog! But, I know what’s coming. He’s looking around, a bit confused, its been two years. He finally realized where he was. He starts skipping across the grass, running, happy as can be. It was short lived; the minions start showing up. First, we had a guy brig in a big pit-bull. Thinking I would be intimidated. I’ve worked with military working dogs for years, pit-bulls are sweethearts; compared. Koda wasn’t intimidated either. His tail wagging, panting, happy to make a new friend. NOT, what they expected. Koda, rushes up to the bruit, as do I, covering his back. I started talking, with the young guy who brought him in. Just basic things, he had questions about his dog, I happily gave him suggestions. His wife (Miss Honey-Pot), setting in the car, joins us. Short-shorts, bending and stretching exposing way to much flesh. I didn’t mind, but didn’t drool over it. It’s Basic Gang Stalking 101.
Then comes in the Red Husky. It was followed by a manly-man. Shaved head, muscles bulging everywhere, tight shirt and pants. Koda rushes to greet the Husky, his happy self. The Husky, a young male, seemed a bit taken. Koda and the Pittie rushing at him. The guy who brought it in, came over to the picnic table. The Perp Couple, still there. The Husky had a Service dog vest, so I asked the guy about him. He told me about a local organization, that trains them and gives them to vets.
Then he tried to repeat some of the same conversation, I had with the guy in the electric wheel chair, this morning. He tried hard, but flubbed it. This is called Street Theater. The guy told me he was a vet with PTSD. I’m not going to question that. I could tell the man was troubled. It showed in his eye contact, facial expressions. I could tell anxiety was setting in. I didn’t fault this man. I didn’t judge him. I’m sure so many have. He told me he was a veteran, I could see he was troubled; that was enough. Some people are recruited into Gang Stalking, even veterans. Often, being offered something that can’t achieve for themselves. Unknowing, of the full picture. Mr President; why don’t you help veterans in need of service dogs? This poor guy tried his best, then went and sat in his truck, with his dog. My heart weighing heavy, knowing this struggling man, has been so wrongly misguided.
As Koda is having a blast; a FedEx Semi pulls into the parking lots. He takes up a ton of parking places. Parking, facing the side of my car. So, he can set in his truck, watch me, and my car. Then a big construction truck pulls in. It has a cherry picker. It parked behind us. This is a small, city parking lot.
I get mobbed, followed, blocked and cut off by FedEx, UPS, and USPS drivers, all the time. No shit folks, many people are afraid to discuss it, but IT IS TRUE. Our Government Agencies; have their minions all over the United States. Spying on, baiting and harassing, Targets. They even have your neighbors spying on you. Some call it the Neighborhood Watch, others call it Gang Stalking. It’s Domestic Terrorism! Just look up he definition if you need to. Educate yourselves, please.
Karen came in, as he was leaving the play area. Her job was to throw balls towards the fence. Close to the outer sidewalk. As she did; local sociopaths, waiting for an opportune moment. They would ride by on a bikes, skates; in their colors. Some, carrying floats for the swimming area (too far away). There’s a parking lot, not full at all. Trying everything to try and get Koda to chase and bark after them. All the while, getting their daily needs, of sociopathic fulfillment. It didn’t work that well. Koda was getting to hot and tired to chase anything. They continued trying, in their bright orange and red colors. Their combined intelligence, far lower, than this amazing dog that has blessed my life. But, they will try and take that away from me. Weekly, daily; sometimes. Koda was getting hot, so it was time for us to leave.
We needed to get a few groceries. I wanted to try a local City Market in Fruita, Colorado. It’s only about 12 miles from our camp. The minions in wait; knowing there are a few things I need. Yep, they really do. I’m sure they did an inventory while I was gone. They tamper with my motorhome, all the time. They like to tamper with my frig in the summer, move things around, sometimes destroy small items. They did this in Yosemite National Park too.
As we pull in; they had the Honey-Pot walking pass me. There were minions waiting to mob and block us at the carts; just like Walmart. Once inside, they started setting up. Using their carts, their bodies; to block me from getting ranch dressing, veggies, salad-mix, bread, butter and water. One woman attempting 4 times, thinking I needed more than I did. I was tempted to ask her to hold my phone, as I start a prerecord, loud, extended fart, on it. But, decided against it. A prank I share with my granddaughters. Yes, I’ve been watching too much YouTube.
We get the same community mobbing show, as we do at Walmart. But, with less intensity; piece of cake. I wanted one, as I walked through the bakery. Koda helps pull my heavy cart, with the water and all. We headed to the checkout. Billy-Bob, was waiting to cut in front of us. The young couple ahead of him, were keeping the cashier occupied by their personal life. Long after they paid. They gave another, time to slip in behind us. Sometimes these people will switch things out; from my cart, or the conveyor. As another keeps me occupied, by harassing Koda. This guy didn’t, he just got smothering close. As we leave, we get blocked at the doors, a bid diesel truck; setting up to accelerate just in front of us, as we step out the doors. As we leave; here comes the Hony-Pot again.
You may ask; who is “they”. “They”, are some of the people you work with. “They”, are some of people working in our VA Hospitals, Clinics. “They”, are some of your neighbors. “They”, may be a relative, someone you may consider as a friend. “They”, are some of the police officers, in your community, your state. “They”, are many, in our government agencies.
Mr President, Mr CIA, FBI, and Homeland Security Directors, as you cower in the Halls of our Nation. Like, the Law Enforcement Officers, in the Halls, of the a Uvalde Texas, Grade School. As teachers and children are slaughtered. How many veterans have have ended their lives today? How many have committed suicide while on your watch? How many can be attributed to the horrific treatment, at VA Facilities; from VA Staff. By the retaliation, mobbing, gaslighting, harassment, dismissal; from VA Staff? How long are you going to pretend that Electronic Weapons; are not being used and tested, on us citizens, on US Soil? How long are you going to pretend Gang Stalking is not real? That this is not Domestic Terrorism! You criticize other Nations on their Human Rights Treatment! You can’t even keep your own houses in order! Look at our History!
There are veterans afraid to speak out. I’ve spoken to some of them. I don’t question their courage, one bit. No one should. So, send you minions my way. The Airplanes, Jets and Helicopters. The Village Idiots, Sociopaths, and Narcissist; that do your bidding. Attack my character, discredit me, destroy my life. My mental health is fine, I can take it; I have for 14 years. There are many that can’t!
And, LEAVE MY DAUGHTER AND DOG ALONE.
Like, many would like you to belive; No, I don't belive everyone is out to get me. Just the Bottom Feeders, trying to destroy our democrocy.
I have spoke to many in the medical field. Gaslighting in our medical facilities (not just veteran), is extremely common. Workplace Mobbing, is at all time highs. Employers, are scratching their heads, wondering why; many don’t want to return to work. It’s the Toxic Work Environment, in the United States. Workplace Mobbing, is rewarded in the United States Workplace. Those that are willing to lie, cheat, steal and ride on the backs of others; are the ones being promoted.
The title, The Morning After; is from the following morning of my last post (Contentment). In that post; I wrote the Gunfire ended. I spoke to soon. When I stepped out the next day, putting our solar panels out; the Gunfire started again. When I took Koda out to pee, at 7 am; there was a motorcycle waiting behind the hill. The one in the picture, the right foreground. He comes flying through the dry creek bed, to the left of our motorhome. You see it in the picture. I took it standing 5 foot, to the left of our motorhome. I play fetch with Koda there. In the mornings and some evenings. That's why they do it. The minion on the motorcycle, does a couple loops around the back of the motorhome, too. That day, we had the Loma, Colorado, Village Idiots firing high powered rifles. When we went out to move solar panels, and our morning walk. I solar for 95% of my electrical needs, and move them to get max output. They use the sun, to judge the time of day, and when I will come out. When I took Koda out to pee, for the evening; here comes another motorcycle, doing the same thing. But yes, Mr FBI Director and Local Law Enforcement; its all just a coincidence. As you would like the United States of America, and the world to think.
I need to move in my solar panels folks. Billy-Bob is waiting by the roadside. He wants to see if I bring Koda out, without a leash. Everything I’ve told you is real, and TRUE. Its not based on my feelings; as a VA staff member, tried to tell me today. It’s based on some of the best, military reconnaissance training, in the world. It’s based on 14 years, of documents, videos, pictures and conversations with other Targeted Individual, in the United States. Gang Stalking is real in the United States of America. Don’t let anyone tell you its not, or just a Conspiracy Theory (their normal Scape-Goat). Violence, is not the answer. Neither, is Mobbing someones house, or workplace. Educate yourself, speak out, us online venues, vote. If you look hard enough, you will find the truth. Please do, before it disappears; like so much, in American History. As I tried to upload this, I couldn’t log onto Flickr. Someone had changed my password. I had to reset it. Someone, also locked me out of my VA, online account. This is what happens when you tell the TRUTH, about the United States of America.
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Hello! I've been only posting Lego related content on Flickr for a while now and I figured I'd share a different type of image. If you think this awesome then you should check out my instagram! I post about 5 times a week there for several reasons. 1. the community is larger 2. the layout is better for me. 3. And easier to post. If you want to consistent images from me then go check it out! Copy and paste this link! www.instagram.com/worn_out_trooper/
"The galaxy is on the brink
of total darkness. The evil
GALACTIC EMPIRE has overthrown
the Old Republic and now
holds countless worlds in the
grip of fear..."
Hello everyone!
I'm glad to tell you, that "Dark Times" RPG group is now open to join! :D
/// How to join? \\\
Create a MOC or a scene (or even both!) what contains a random execution of Order 66. Size must be between 8x8 and 32x32. Don't forget to TAG me, Malen Garek, Bric_ and Ace Bricks. We are the admins and we send invites.
/// What our group offers? \\\
- We focus on timeline right after Order 66.
- 6 classes of creating your own SW character (Rebel trooper, Jedi, Imperial soldier, ISB Agent, Smuggler, Bounty Hunter).
- Each class has got different objectives, levels etc.
- Galactic Market where you can spend Credits to unlock some things faster.
- Building size is the same for everyone, it doesn't matter which level you have!
- In objectives we mix both Canon and Legends with some of our own stuff. ;)
- Kind and helpful administration. ;P
Hope you guys like this idea and you're able to join us! Everyone is welcome in DT!
Huuuge thanks to Malen Garek for his amazing Photoshop skills used on this picture. Thanks fam! (and you guys, go follow him now ;))
~Jan
The catalogue description gives us "A woman and two men pushing and pulling a cart with a child on it along a cobblestone street, possibly in France, Rue de Riosspelk". Well you all know that we like to have a good foreign shot from time to time, what can you tell us about this cracking photo from the Dillons?
+++ UPDATE +++
Well, this was our very first photograph ever that featured a dog pulling a cart! Lovely that after all these years, we're still finding unexpected gems in our photos. derangedlemur and Niall McAuley weren't long in narrowing this “Out Foreign” Dillon family photograph to Belgium, then to Brussels. And with Sharon Corbet’s help, we found ourselves located on the Rue aux Laines.
Photographers: Dillon Family
Contributors: Luke Gerald Dillon, Augusta Caroline Dillon
Collection: Clonbrock Photographic Collection
Date: 1860-1930
NLI Ref: CLON1330
You can also view this image, and many thousands of others, on the NLI’s catalogue at catalogue.nli.ie