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(synthetic raffia) --- --- Ed Rossbach (Chicago, 1914 – Berkeley, California, October 7, 2002) was an American fiber artist. His career began with ceramics and weaving in the 1940s, but evolved over the next decade into basket making, as he experimented playfully with traditional techniques and nontraditional materials such as plastic and newspaper.
Rossbach explored the possibilities of fiber as a material, both on an off the loom. He was strongly influenced by ethnic textiles, including basketry, and often combined ethnic techniques with contemporary materials such as plastic and newspaper. His explorations of three-dimensional forms and basketry as an art form challenged the accepted boundaries of what could be done with craft materials and led to him being considered the "father of contemporary baskets". He has been described as "transforming the ordinary into the extraordinary". (Wikipedia)
Sep. 6, 2022: A 120mm Rollei film camera and photograph by Ed Lawrence are currently on display at the Thousand Oaks Library. Lawrence took this June 1965 sheep photo on Tuolumne Road in Thousand Oaks. About 15,000 images taken from 1959 to the early 21st century are in the Ed Lawrence Collection at the library. 239/365
Ed Levin Park,Milpitas,Ca
These little guys were so funny, every time mom
would fly by they would beg... mom said get it yourself !
Dalla parte opposta intanto sta sopraggiungendo l'altrettanto argentea, ma questa volta con inserti blu, E494.580 di Railpool per Captrain intenta a trainare l' MRI 48356 Ventimiglia - Piadena, formato da numerosi carri per trasporto coils telonati, mentre lascia la città di Tortona sotto l'altra metà del cielo, ricoperto di nuvole
Ed Hendler Bridge, over the Columbia River at Pasco-Kennewick, Washington. Built 1978 and still beautiful.
Headliners at the 1996 Edwards AFB 'Open House' were these
US Air Force Lockheed YF-117A Night Hawks 79-10783/ED and 79-10784/ED, both with the 410th FLTS
Along with a production model, 85-0831/ED the trio had 'bounced' the show with the latter sporting some sort of external pod
After their short display - the 3rd turned shy and disappeared back to Lockheed's Palmdale facility whilst these two taxied right up to the crowd line
Scanned Kodak 35mm Transparency
73001 on Crewe Diesel depot - January 2020. Looking superb like it did in BR days, the 1962 built ED was acquired by Locomotive Services Ltd from the Dean Forest Railway
ED WAP7#30708 Stable At Howrah.
This Loco Came With NJP-HWH Mixed hcpv via Bandel yesterday Night.❤️❤️
Honest Ed's was a landmark discount store in Toronto, Ontario, Canada. It was named for its proprietor, Ed Mirvish, who opened the store in 1948 and oversaw its operations for almost 60 years until his death in 2007. The store continued to operate until it permanently closed on December 31, 2016.
ED FORCE ONE ! The President of Heavy Metal as landed ! ... in the most sinister weather. Eddie even cursed us with a switch in runway. Iron Maiden is in town, part of it's Book of souls World Tour 2016, B747-400 TF-AAK
FOLKLORE BROS.
The newest edition to my slow growing moniker bottle collection.
Thanks for the bottle. I truly appreciate it.
~from route66coolspringsaz
"Ed's Camp is another roadside attraction that harkens back to the early days of Route 66. Ed originally came to the area as a miner in 1917 and it didn't take him long to realize that the real gold could be found catering to the needs of Route 66 travelers than slaving away in the mines. He established his camp around 1919 and business was so good he never got around to building a proper building, he just threw up a roof to provide some measure of protection from the hot desert sun. he put up the kactus kafe, a gas station, a "bathroom of sorts, and a few cabins. He also established sort of a campground and the remnants can be clearly seen from the road.
Today the camp is deserted, but the odd buildings survive to temp the artistic talents of modern photographers ~ from the road that is (see note below).
NOTE: Ed's Camp is private property and not open to the public. Please respect the rights of the property owner."
Note: I should have placed this photo -- and all of the other ones that I'll be uploading on April 18-19, 2015 -- at the end of this album of Washington, DC photos (i.e., the ones that got uploaded first), because they were taken in 1946, long after my mother had gotten divorced, and moved (with me) from Florida back to her mother's house in Washington, DC.
In a few of the photos, you'll note that my mother has now met, and presumably begun dating, my stepfather Ray Yourdon. He was based in Washington at the end of his Navy enlistment; and when it was all over, they got married and the family moved to Denver in 1947 (which you'll find in a separate Flickr album covering the period of 1947-50).
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Mom's note on this snapshot says, "The dishpan again". No specific date on this picture, so I've arbitrarily assigned the date of July 15th of 1946.
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All of the photos in this album are “originals” from the period when I was an infant in the mid-1940s — i.e., the period before I lived in Omaha, Riverside, Roswell, New York, Ft. Worth, and Denver (photos of which you may have seen already in my Flickr archives).
Before I get into the details, let me make a strong request — if you’re looking at these photos, and if you are getting any enjoyment at all of this brief look at some mundane Americana from 70+ years ago: find a similar episode in your own life, and write it down. Gather the pictures, clean them up, and upload them somewhere on the Internet where they can be found. Trust me: there will come a day when the only person on the planet who actually experienced those events is you. Your own memories may be fuzzy and incomplete; but they will be invaluable to your friends and family members, and to many generations of your descendants.
My own story changes dramatically at this point: the man I’ve presented as my Dad in previous Flickr albums, Ray Yourdon, was actually my stepfather. My birth parents grew up in Washington DC, married, and moved to Florida in the early days of World War II. My birth father worked as a flight instructor for the Air Force, and I was born on an Air Force base near Ft. Walton Beach, in the panhandle section of Florida (which you can read about here, if you’re interested: www.eglin.af.mil )
Some time after that, my parents divorced and my mother moved back to Washington with me, to live with her mother. After a bitter custody battle over me (so I’ve been told), I didn’t see my birth-father again until I was 30—at which point I was surprised to learn that I had three more half-sisters, in addition to the two I had grown up with (i.e., both my mother and my birth-father had remarried after they got divorced from each other). But that’s another story, with another set of photos ...
Meanwhile, my mother worked as a secretary in the Pentagon as the war wound down, and when my stepfather ended up in Washington toward the end of his tour of duty in the Navy, they met, and married, and moved to Denver to begin a new life … chapters of which you’ve been seeing in these Flickr albums during the last several weeks.
So the photos in this album are from my birth in Florida through the first year or so of my childhood in Washington — uploaded in reverse chronological order, starting in 1945. I haven’t written any details, because I have no conscious memory of what was happening at the time; and at this point, all of my parents, step-parents, and grandparents are gone. Yes, I do have five wonderful sisters, all of whom share various memories with me; but I’m the oldest of the brood, so I have no siblings with first-hand information about what I was doing for the first year or two of my life.
All I have are the photos that you see here. But they do tell a story, and that’s why I think it’s so important that you track down all of your own photos and preserve them somewhere for the generations who will follow after you.