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The lighthouse was built in 1907-08 of Norwegian granite. It stands 15 meters high and flashes white every 4 seconds. This, and the South pier light, define the narrow channel leading into this major seaport at the mouth of the Avon River.
LEEDS, ENG. 9TH JUL. Day three of the LV County Championship Division one match between Yorkshire County Cricket Club and Durham County Cricket Club at Headingley Cricket Ground, St Michaels Lane, Leeds on Wednesday 9th Jul 2014. (Photo: Mark Fletcher | Shutter Press)
Canadian Wheelchair basketball player David Eng, and Canadian wheelchair rugby player Patrice Simard show their medals from previous Paralympics to British Parliamentary Under Secretary of State Alistair Burt.
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20221117 PSA Gold Event: Marigold Singapore Squash Open 2022. Round 2 match highlights - Sabrina Sobhy in blue (USA) beat [7] Georgina Kennedy in black (ENG)3-0: 11-8, 11-4, 11-4 (23m). Picture by Ben Cho
From the Parks Canada website:
From the time of its founding in 1749 through the 19th century, Halifax was one of four principal overseas naval stations in the British Empire. To defend Halifax, British military authorities built a series of fortifications in and around this strategic port - a system now known as the Halifax Defence Complex .
The present Citadel, completed in 1856, is the fourth in a series of forts since 1749 to occupy the hill overlooking the harbour. It is an excellent example of a 19th-century bastion fortification complete with defensive ditch, ramparts, musketry gallery, powder magazine and signal masts. Although never attacked, the fort was garrisoned by the British Army until 1906 and by Canadian Forces during the First and Second World Wars.
The fourth Citadel was established to guard against a land-based attack from the United States. This massive, star-shaped, masonry fortification took 28 years to build. Constructed originally as a smoothbore fortification, the Citadel quickly became obsolete with the introduction of powerful rifled guns in the 1860s. In response to the rapidly changing times, the Citadel upgraded its armaments and for the first time could defend the harbour as well as the land approach because the new artillery fired heavier shells a greater distance and with more accuracy.
The major role for the Citadel after the turn of the century was to provide barrack accommodations and act as a command centre for other harbour defences. When the Second World War broke out in 1939, the Citadel was used as a temporary barracks for troops going overseas and as the centre for anti-aircraft operations for Halifax. The Citadel was the "last view of the country for so many thousands outward bound and the first landmark to those who returned."
Today, the Citadel is operated by Parks Canada and is recognized as one of the most important historic sites in Canada. Restored to the mid-Victorian period with a living history program featuring the 78th Highland Regiment, the Royal Artillery, Soldier's Wives and Civilian Tradespersons, a visit to the Citadel is an educational and enjoyable heritage experience. Guided tours, an audio-visual presentation and modern exhibits communicate the historical themes of the Citadel's commemoration as nationally significant in Canadian history.
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[ENG below] Estampa de camiseta para os motoboys da KAAV Burger, hamburgueria em Itanhaém/SP.
Mais modelos no meu site: lovatto.com/portfolio/food-tees
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Tee design for KAAV (Brazilian burger shop) delivery guys. On the shirts is written the expression 'Cachorro Lôko', slang which means 'crazy dog' in English. Delivery motocyclers have this nickname in Brazil because they need to run with orders as fast as possible, like an 'out of control' dog.
See more on my website: lovatto.com/portfolio/food-tees
yay, introduction again.
so i'm joanna eng and i'm 14.
the top is what look like - for the most part. i do wear glasses though! I wear thick, black ones, but i refuse to wear them for the sake of me thinking that i look better without them :}.
sorry to break the chain with all that neccesity stuff. the bottom is just a simple necklace that I feel describes me fairly well. i really really really enjoy being in the presence of cameras and using them. i also LOVELOVELOVELOVELOVE to travel.
so yeah, hi. nice to meet ya'llllll.
AND I HAVE NO IDEA WHY THIS PICTURE IS SO SMALL AND RESIZED, I PROBABLY DID SOMETHING TO IT T_T
MIke Erdman, director of the engineering leadership development program, talks with a student about her team's component for a baobab processing machine.
ENG (Original German text below)
"Diable de Prussien! / Prussian Devil!"
"It was not a ‘single deed’ for which I was decorated," Carl Geiger (of Field-Artillery-Regiment Nr. 11), now postal administrator in Rodach, tells us. But he shares a small episode from which the dashing Artilleryman emerges, who certainly earned his [Iron] Cross in “many deeds”:
"On 4 December 1870, the 2nd Mounted Battery, of which I was the Gun-Leader, was in combat position until late in the evening. We only went back after dark. Volunteers were asked to ride forward again to take valuables etc. from the fallen comrades to pass on to the bereaved. I had arrived in the line of battle that day and had handed my horse over to a gunner. My main concern was to find a comrade, a friend, who had already fallen in the afternoon in a position a little further ahead. I wandered forward through the darkness, searching. Everywhere the bivouac fires lit up-- the rattle of wagons resounded from the country lanes, here and there a shot was fired-- in the distance the lights of Orleans and the still burning houses of Sarau and Souzy.
The dark winter evening allowed only limited visibility. I had reached a hill and looked around. Up ahead, close to the darker edge of the forest, I saw the glow of lights. They were moving, like lanterns carried by seekers. 'Stretcher-bearers',-- 'Ambulances,' I concluded, and hurried after the lights. I was not deceived, it was a dressing station-- they were still carrying the wounded onto the waiting cart late in the evening. Perhaps my friend was among them? I was just stepping out when, to my horror, I recognized the kepis, the red pants. I quickly wanted to retreat into the darkness, but suddenly I felt myself seized by strong fists.
There were even four fists. “Qui vive?-- Diable de Prussien!” came the harsh cry and before I knew it, I was brought to the ‘Major’-- the doctor in charge. I understood the word, ‘prisonnier’ and that was enough.
I was unarmed, I had hung my sabre on my saddle. Two soldiers were set by me and then we continued in the direction of Orleans.
Naturally, sheer despair!-- Unwounded,-- Prisoner without a fight!--
“How can you put an end to this humiliation?” The thought was still working in my brain-- I was still despairing over my misfortune, sunk in gloomy brooding, when the column stopped. A new wounded man was brought in - an Officer, and the ‘Major’ jumped off his horse to lead the loading. Meanwhile, his horse remained standing alone. All attention was focused on the wounded man. I looked at my two guards-- they were also looking at the Officer covered in blood. Suddenly a thought flashed through my mind, and before it could be thought out, it became a deed. With a rash decision I slipped away from my guardians, and by the time they had adjusted their lantern-blinded eyes to the darkness again, I had already swung myself onto the ‘Major's’ horse with a fencer's leap from behind. Snorting, the mare sped forward as it felt the Prussian spurs. I could still hear the shots being fired, the bullets whizzing past and the wild cursing, but I kept on hunting-- temporarily on good luck.
Soon I began to feel damned safe about the Frenchman and finally made a halt to get my bearings. There were the lanterns,-- far away already,-- there the light of Orleans-- there bivouacs fire! Now I knew what was going on! I reached the Battery by a circuitous route-- and reported back. They had already believed I was lost. But the mare-- yes, it was a Prussian captured horse, caught God knows where, after the rider had fallen. She bore the brand of the Blücher-Hussars. My Premier[First-Lieutenant] took the mare as a charger-- but I carried the Major's sword, which hung from the saddle, in many a battle!"
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“Diable de Prussien!"
“Nicht eine ‘einzelne That' war es, für die ich dekorirt wurde," erzählt uns Carl Geiger (vom Feld-Artillerie-Regiment Nr. 11), jetzt Postverwalter in Rodach. Aber eine kleine Episode theilt er mit, aus der der schneidige Artillerist hervortritt, der gewiß sein Kreuz in “vielen Thaten” erwarb:
“Am 4. Dezember 1870 stand die 2. reitende Batterie, bei der ich Geschützführer war, bis zum späten Abend in der Gefechtsstellung. Erst mit Dunkelwerden gingen wir zurück. Es wurden Freiwillige aufgefordert, nochmals vorzureiten, um den gefallenen Kameraden Werthstücke u.s.w. [und so weiter] abzunehmen, zur Uebermittelung an die Hinterbliebenen. Ich war in der Gefechtslinie des Tages angekommen, hatte mein Pferd an einen Kanonier abgegeben. Es lag mir vor Allem daran, einen Kameraden, einen Freund, zu finden, der in einer etwas weiter vor liegenden Stellung schon am Nachmittage gefallen war. Suchend wanderte ich durch die Dunkelheit vorwärts. Ueberall leuchteten die Biwacksfeuer auf– Wagengerassel schallte von den Landstraßen herüber, hier und da fiel ein Schuß– in der Ferne die Lichter von Orleans und dazu die noch immer brennenden Häuser von Sarau und Souzy.
Der dunkle Winterabend gestattete nur geringe Fernsicht. Ich hatte eine Anhöhe erreicht und hielt Rundschau. Da gewahrte ich vor mir, dicht am dunkleren Waldrande, den Schein von Lichtern. Sie bewegten sich, wie Laternen von Suchenden getragen. ‘Krankenträger’,-- “Ambulancen”, combinirte ich und eilte dem Scheine nach. Ich hatte mich nicht getäuscht, es war ein Verbandsplatz– man trug noch spät am Abend Verwundete auf das bereitstehende Fuhrwerk. Ob mein Freund vielleicht darunter? Eben trat ich hervor, als ich zu meinem Schrecken die Cäpis, die rothen Hosen erkannte. Rasch wollte ich mich in die Dunkelheit zurückziehen, aber schon fühlte ich mich überraschend von starken Fäusten ergriffen.
Es waren gleich vier Fäuste. ‘Qui vive?-- Diable de Prussien!’ tönte es mir rauh entgegen und ehe ich mich noch versah, wurde ich dem ‘Major’-- dem leitenden Arzte– zugeführt. Ich verstand das Wort, ‘prisonnier’ und das genügte.
Ich war unbewaffnet, meinen Säbel hatte ich an den Sattel gehängt. Zwei Soldaten setzten sich neben mich und dann ging's weiter, in der Richtung auf Orleans.
Natürlich helle Verzweiflung!-- Unverwundet,-- kampflos Gefangener!--
“Wie kannst du der Schmach ein Ende machen?" Der Gedanke arbeitete in meinem Hirn.-- Noch war ich, verzweifelnd fast über mein Mißgeschick, in dumpfes Brüten versunken, als die Colonne hielt. Man brachte einen neuen Verwundeten– einen Officier, und der ‘Major’ sprang vom Pferde um die Verladung zu leiten. Sein Roß blieb derweile allein stehen. Aller Aufmerksamkeit richtete sich auf den Verwundeten. Ich musterte meine beiden Wächter– auch sie blickten nach dem mit Blut überströmten Officier. Da plötzlich durchzuckte mich ein Gedanke, und ehe er ausgedacht, wurde er zur That. Mit raschem Entschlusse entschlüpfte ich meinen Hütern, und als sie ihre laternengeblendeten Augen wieder an die Dunkelheit gewöhnten, hatte ich mich schon mit dem Fechtersprunge von rückwärts auf des ‘Majors’ Pferd geschwungen. Schnaubend sauste die Mähre vorwärts, als sie die preußischen Sporen fühlte. Wohl hörte ich noch Schüsse fallen, hörte die Kugeln vorüber sausen und vernahm ein wildes Schimpfen, aber ich jagte weiter– vorläufig auf gut Glück.
Bald fing ich an mich verdammt sicher auf dem Franzosen zu fühlen und machte endlich einen Orientirungshalt. Da waren die Laternen,-- ganz fern schon,-- dort der Lichtschein von Orleans– dort Biwacksfeuer! Nun wußte ich Bescheid! Auf Umwegen erreichte ich die Batterie– und meldete mich zurück. Man hatte mich schon verloren geglaubt. Die Mähre aber– ja die war ein preußisches Beutepferd, Gott weiß, wo aufgefangen, nach dem der Reiter gefallen. Sie trug den Brand von den Blücher-Husaren. Mein Premier nahm die Stute als Charger– ich aber trug des Majors Degen, der am Sattel hing, noch in manchem Gefechte!”
ENG:
The site of Lixus is located on the right bank of the Loukkos wadi, to approximately 4 km of its delta. The ancient city of Lixus is built on a hill known to the inhabitants of the area under the toponym of Tchemich.
The oldest mention goes back to the era of the Pseudo Scylax (IVth century B.C), makes of "Lixos" a Phoenician city. +info:www.asilahtourism.com
ESP:
Lixus se encuentra en la orilla derecha del rio Loukkos, a aproximadamente 4 km de su desembocadura. La ciudad antigua de Lixus esta construida sobre una colina conocida por los habitantes de la region bajo el toponimo de Tchemich.
La mención mas antigua remonta al periplo del Pseudo Scylax ( siglo IV antes de J.C.), define “Lixos” como una ciudad feniciana. +info:www.asilahtourism.com
FRA:
Le site de Lixus est situé sur la rive droite de l'oued Loukkos, à environ 4 km de son embouchure. La ville antique de Lixus est bâtie sur une colline connue chez les habitants de la région sous le toponyme de Tchemich.
La mention la plus ancienne remontant au périple du Pseudo Scylax (IVème s. av. J.-C.), fait de « Lixos » une ville
phénicienne.+info:www.asilahtourism.com
ARB:
يقع موقع ليكسوس على الضفة اليمنى لنهر لوكوس ، على بعد حوالى 4 كم من مصبه في المحيط الأطلسي . بنيت ليكسوس على تلة تعرف بين السكان المحليين بإسم "شميش".
يعود تاريخها إلى رحلة" سكيلكس" (القرن الرابع قبل الميلاد.) ،حيث جعل من "ليكسوس" مدينة فينيقية.+info:www.asilahtourism.com
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