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Model entitled "Dryad7" with thanks to faestock on deviantART found here:
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Texture entitled "Clover - FREE Texture" from my stock found here:
Mural entitled "You Are Exactly Where You Want to Be" by Rosalia Torres-Weiner aka @redcalacastudio, seen in the Mount Plaza at 300 Camp Road in Charlotte, North Carolina.
From two drone photos by James aka @urbanmuralhunter on that other photo site.
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My art show, entitled Broadcast, will be happening on April 25 at Resistor Gallery in Toronto.
See the full details right here.
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Mural entitled "The Blossoming of Trust" by Huariu aka @huariu, seen at 937 Orange Street in Jacksonville, Florida.
Drone photo by James aka Urbanmuralhunter on that other photo site.
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Mural entitled "Love Each Other" by Chris Chanyang Shim (Royyal Dog 심찬양 ) aka @royyaldog, seen at 1499 Seaton Street in Los Angeles, California.
Across America - A photographic journey by Jack Solle
Corcovado hill lies just west of the city center but is wholly within the city limits and visible from great distances. It is known worldwide for the 38-metre (125 ft) statue of Jesus atop its peak, entitled Cristo Redentor or "Christ the Redeemer".
This picture is part of my long-term project : "Across America - A photographic journey" that will take me from Ushuaia to Alaska, from the end of the world to the last border across the american continent...
© Jack Solle
Entitled "Checking the Road" a massive thanks to Chris and Simon for agreeing to my request for a 5 second stillness at Bury Bolton street with visiting 8f 48305 on a Halloween special
Mural entitled "Skyrider" by @spuds_spudbomb seen at 1500 Mill Street in Greensboro, North Carolina.
Photo by James aka @urbanmuralhunter on that other photo site.
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A fleeting visit to the Suffolk Owl Sanctuary on a wet and very windy afternoon.
Entitled "Raptor" because I cannot remember which one it was....
Unfortunately they did not fly the birds because it was too windy.
Will catch up ASAP
Mural entitled "The Arrival" by Mandy Caskey aka @miss.birdy, seen at 909 Mary Street in Louisville, Kentucky.
Photo by James aka Urbanmuralhunter on that other photo site.
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Mural entitled "The Sun's Dying Breath" by Allie Grimm aka @a.l.grime for Creating Legends Mural Festival, seen at 825 Braddock Avenue in Braddock, Pennsylvania.
Drone photo by James aka @urbanmuralhunter on that other photo site.
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Mural entitled "Lace Em Up" by Zach Curtis aka @zachcurtisartwork for Rensselaer Art Walk 2023, seen at 170 South Grace in Rensselaer, Indiana.
Drone photo by James aka @urbanmuralhunter on that other photo site.
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Lady Elizabeth Asquith, daughter of the 1st Earl of Oxford, British PM married Prince Antoine Bibescu, diplomat at the Romanian Legation in London and settled at the family seat of Mogosoaia near Bucharest.
She figures in an Anthology, (now available as an E-Book) entitled:
"Blouse Roumaine - the Unsung Voices of Romanian Women"
www(dot)blouseroumaine(dot)com/orderthebook_p1(dot)html
Elizabeth Asquith (1897 - 1948) was the daughter of Prime Minister Herbert Asquith. In 1919 she married Prince Antoine Bibesco a flamboyant Romanian diplomat in London and the wedding ceremony took place at the Greek Orthodox church of Sait Sophia in London and at St Margaret's Westminster.
On seeing the inevitable happen that his daughter Elizabeth would marry into a Romanian family, the British Prime Minister Herbert Asquith, 1st Earl of Oxford, (1852-1928) inquired cautiously of his future son-in-law:
“It seems that you have considerable estates in Romania?”
to which the young diplomat, Prince Antoine Bibesco (1878-1952) answered:
“It takes the Orient Express one day to go through me”.
www(dot)blouseroumaine(dot)com
Antoine was a friend of Marcel Proust whom he asked to be his daughter's Godfather: this was Priscilla Bibesco who died in Paris in 2004 in an apartment in l'Ile St Louis, overlooking Notre Dame. This was originally Antoine and Elizabeth's flat in Paris, where they moved after they married: it was decorated with immense canvasses by Vuillard.
Priscilla Bibesco. Elizabeth's daughter was a neighbour and cousin of Princess Marthe Bibesco, who kept a coveted literary salon.
Elizabeth Asquith Bibesco was known as a witty writer of short stories, essays novels plays and poetry. A collection of her papers are kept in the Bodleyan library, Oxford.
Elizabeth had a brief liaison with Katherine Mansfield's husband - John Middleton Murry (1889-1957) at which point Mansfield wrote Asquith a waspish letter:
“I am afraid you must stop writing these little love letters to my husband while he and I live together. It is one of those things which is not done in our world.
You are very young. Won’t you ask your husband to explain to you the impossibility of such a situation.
Please don’t you have to make me write to you again. I do not like scolding people and I simply hate to teach them manners.” (Frank and Anita Kermode op.cit. 496).
At that time Murry (1889-1957) was 33, a socialist and pacifist, an influential literary critic, an Editor of the Athaeneum and friend of notable literary figures such as T. S. Eliot, D. H. Lawrence, and Virginia Woolf. Katherine Mansfield was an established writer, gaining praise for her recently published volume, ironically entitled 'Bliss' (1920), whilst Elizabeth Asquith Bibesco was an aspiring writer. Miss Mansfield did not object to her socialist husband’s affair with an aristocrat, rather to the irritation of seeing these love letters whilst she and Murry still lived under the same roof.
www(dot)blouseroumaine(dot)com
"Blouse Roumaine - the Unsung Voices of Romanian Women"
Presented and Selected by Constantin ROMAN
Anthology E-BOOK (11BM)
DISTRIBUTION: Online with credit card
COST: $ 54.99, £34.99 (ca Euros 35.50)
LINK: www(dot)blouseroumaine(dot)com/orderthebook_p1(dot)html
CONTENTS:
2,250,000 words,
over 1,000 pages,
ca 160 illustrations in text
160 critical biographies,
58 social categories/professions,
600 quotations (mostly translated into English for the first time),
circa 3,000 bibliographical references (including URLs and credits)
6 Indexes (alphabetical, by profession, timeline, quotation Index, place
index and name index)
AUTHOR: Constantin Roman is a Scholar with a Doctorate from Cambridge and a Member of the Society of Authors (London). He is an International Adviser, Guest Speaker, Professor Honoris Causa and Commander of the Order of Merit.
INDEX BY PROSFESSION: 58 CATEGORIES by Call, Profession or Social Status
Academics (22), Actresses (9), Anti-Communist Fighters (14), Architects/Interior Designers (2), Art Critics (9), Artist Book Binders (1), Ballerinas (6), Charity Workers/Benefactors (20), Communist Public Figures (2), Courtesans (3), Designers (2), Diplomats (4), Essayists (11), Ethnographers (6), Exiles & First-generation Romanians born abroad (87), Explorers (1), Feminists (12), Folk Singers (1), Gymnasts, Dressage Riders (2), Historians (5), Honorary Romanian Women (15), Illustrators (3), Journalists (13), Lawyers (4), Librarians (3), Linguists (2), Literary Critics (1), Media (15), Medical Doctors/Nurses (5), Memoir Writers (16), Missionaries and Nuns (4), Mountainéers (2), Museographers (1), Musical Instruments Makers (1), Novelists (24), Opera Singers (16), Painters (14), Peasant Farmers (6), Philosophers and Philosophy Graduates (4), Pianists (6), Pilots (4), Playwrights (5), Poets (29), Political Prisoners (30), Politicians (5), Revolutionaries (2), Royals and Aristocrats (34), Scientists (8), Sculptors (4), Slave (1), Socialites/Hostesses (20), Spouses/Relations of Public Figures (51), Spies (2), Tapestry Weavers (4), Translators (25), Unknown Illustrious (6), Violinists (4), Workers (3)
NOTE:
Most of the above 160 Romanian women, in the best tradition of versatility, are true polymaths and therefore nearly each one of them falls in more than just one category, often three or more. This explains why adding the numbers of the 57 individual categories bears no relation to the actual total of the above 160 women included in Blouse Roumaine.
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LIST OF 160 CRITICAL BIOGRAPHIES (each supported by Quotations and Bibliography)
AA *Gabriela Adamesteanu *Florenta Albu *Nina Arbore *Elena Arnàutoiu *Ioana Raluca Voicu-Arnàutoiu, *Laurentia Arnàutoiu *Mariea Plop - Arnàutoiu *Ana Aslan *Lady Elizabeth Asquith Bibescu
BB *Lauren Bacall *Lady Florence Baker *Zoe Bàlàceanu *Ecaterina Bàlàcioiu-Lovinescu *Victorine de Bellio *Pss. Marta Bibescu *Adriana Bittel *Maria Prodan Bjørnson *Ana Blandiana *Yvonne Blondel *Lola Bobescu *Smaranda Bràescu *Elena Bràtianu *Élise Bràtianu *Ioana Bràtianu *Elena Bràtianu- Racottà *Letitzia Bucur
CC *Anne-Marie Callimachi *Georgeta Cancicov *Madeleine Cancicov *Pss. Alexandra Cantacuzino *Pss.Maria Cantacuzino (Madame Puvis de Chavannes) *Pss. Maruca Cantacuzino-Enesco* Pss. Catherine Caradja *Elena Caragiani-Stoenescu *Marta Caraion-Blanc, *Nina Cassian, *Otilia Cazimir *Elena Ceausescu *Maria Cebotari *Ioana Celibidache *Hélène Chrissoveloni (Mme Paul Morand)*Alice Cocea *Irina Codreanu *Lizica Codreanu *Alina Cojocaru *Nadia Comàneci *Denisa Comànescu *Lena Constante *Silvia Constantinescu *Doina Cornea *Hortense Cornu *Viorica Cortez*Otilia Cosmutzà *Sandra Cotovu *Ileana Cotrubas *Carmen-Daniela Cràsnaru *Mioara Cremene *Florica Cristoforeanu *Pss. Elena Cuza
DD *Hariclea Darclée *Cella Delavrancea *Alina Diaconú *Varinca Diaconú *Anca Diamandy *Marie Ana Dràgescu *Rodica Dràghincescu *Bucura Dumbravà *Natalia Dumitrescu
EE *Micaela Eleutheriade *Queen Elisabeth of Romania (‘Carmen Sylva’) *Alexandra Enescu *Mica Ertegün
FF *Lizi Florescu, *Maria Forescu *Nicoleta Franck *Aurora Fúlgida
GG *Angela Gheorghiu *Pss Grigore Ghica *Pss. Georges Ghika (Liane de Pougy) *Veturia Goga *Maria Golescu *Nadia Gray *Olga Greceanu *Pss. Helen of Greece *Nicole Valéry-Grossu *Carmen Groza
HH *Virginia Andreescu Haret *Clara Haskil *Lucia Hossu-Longin
II *Pss. Ileana of Romania *Ana Ipàtescu *Marie-France Ionesco *Dora d’Istria *Rodica Iulian
JJ *Doina Jela *Lucretia Jurj
KK *Mite Kremnitz
LL *Marie-Jeanne Lecca *Madeleine Lipatti *Monica Lovinescu *Elena Lupescu
MM *Maria Mailat *Ileana Màlàncioiu *Ionela Manolesco *Lilly Marcou *Silvia Marcovici *Queen Marie of Romania *Ioana A. Marin *Ioana Meitani *Gabriela Melinescu *Veronica Micle *Nelly Miricioiu *Herta Müller *Alina Mungiu-Pippidi *Agnes Kelly Murgoci
NN *Mabel Nandris *Anita Nandris-Cudla *Lucia Negoità *Mariana Nicolesco *Countess Anna de Noailles *Ana Novac
OO *Helen O’Brien *Oana Orlea
PP *Hortensia Papadat-Bengescu *Milita Pàtrascu *Ana Pauker *Marta Petreu *Cornelia Pillat *Magdalena Popa *Elvira Popescu
RR *Ruxandra Racovitzà *Elisabeta Rizea *Eugenia Roman *Stella Roman *Queen Ana de România, *Pss. Margarita de România *Maria Rosetti *Elisabeth Roudinesco
SS *Annie Samuelli *Sylvia Sidney *Henriette-Yvonne Stahl *Countess Leopold Starszensky *Elena Stefoi *Pss. Marina Stirbey *Sanda Stolojan *Cecilia Cutzescu-Storck
TT *Maria Tànase *Aretia Tàtàrescu *Monica Theodorescu *Elena Theodorini
UU *Viorica Ursuleac
VV *Elena Vàcàrescu *Leontina Vàduva *Ana Velescu *Marioara Ventura *Anca Visdei *Wanda Sachelarie Vladimirescu *Alice Steriade Voinescu
WW *Sabina Wurmbrand
ZZ *Virginia Zeani
Princess Ileana of Romania, daughter of Queen Marie and gt grand daughter of Queen Victoria comes to life in the pages of an Anthology of Romanian women entitled:
"Blouse Roumaine - the Unsung Voices of Romanian Women"
Presented and Selected by Constantin ROMAN
www[dot]blouseroumaine[dot]com/orderthebook_p1[dot]html
Anthology E-BOOK (11BM)
DISTRIBUTION: Online with credit card
COST: $ 54.99, £34.99 (ca Euros 35.50)
LINK: www.blouseroumaine.com/orderthebook_p1.html
CONTENTS:
2,250,000 words,
over 1,000 pages,
ca 160 illustrations in text
160 critical biographies,
58 social categories/professions,
600 quotations (mostly translated into English for the first time),
circa 3,000 bibliographical references (including URLs and credits)
6 Indexes (alphabetical, by profession, timeline, quotation Index, place
index and name index)
AUTHOR: Constantin Roman is a Scholar with a Doctorate from Cambridge and a Member of the Society of Authors (London). He is an International Adviser, Guest Speaker, Professor Honoris Causa and Commander of the Order of Merit.
INDEX BY PROSFESSION: 58 CATEGORIES by Call, Profession or Social Status
Academics (22), Actresses (9), Anti-Communist Fighters (14), Architects/Interior Designers (2), Art Critics (9), Artist Book Binders (1), Ballerinas (6), Charity Workers/Benefactors (20), Communist Public Figures (2), Courtesans (3), Designers (2), Diplomats (4), Essayists (11), Ethnographers (6), Exiles & First-generation Romanians born abroad (87), Explorers (1), Feminists (12), Folk Singers (1), Gymnasts, Dressage Riders (2), Historians (5), Honorary Romanian Women (15), Illustrators (3), Journalists (13), Lawyers (4), Librarians (3), Linguists (2), Literary Critics (1), Media (15), Medical Doctors/Nurses (5), Memoir Writers (16), Missionaries and Nuns (4), Mountainéers (2), Museographers (1), Musical Instruments Makers (1), Novelists (24), Opera Singers (16), Painters (14), Peasant Farmers (6), Philosophers and Philosophy Graduates (4), Pianists (6), Pilots (4), Playwrights (5), Poets (29), Political Prisoners (30), Politicians (5), Revolutionaries (2), Royals and Aristocrats (34), Scientists (8), Sculptors (4), Slave (1), Socialites/Hostesses (20), Spouses/Relations of Public Figures (51), Spies (2), Tapestry Weavers (4), Translators (25), Unknown Illustrious (6), Violinists (4), Workers (3)
NOTE:
Most of the above 160 Romanian women, in the best tradition of versatility, are true polymaths and therefore nearly each one of them falls in more than just one category, often three or more. This explains why adding the numbers of the 57 individual categories bears no relation to the actual total of the above 160 women included in Blouse Roumaine.
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LIST OF 160 CRITICAL BIOGRAPHIES (each supported by Quotations and Bibliography)
AA *Gabriela Adamesteanu *Florenta Albu *Nina Arbore *Elena Arnàutoiu *Ioana Raluca Voicu-Arnàutoiu, *Laurentia Arnàutoiu *Mariea Plop - Arnàutoiu *Ana Aslan *Lady Elizabeth Asquith Bibescu
BB *Lauren Bacall *Lady Florence Baker *Zoe Bàlàceanu *Ecaterina Bàlàcioiu-Lovinescu *Victorine de Bellio *Pss. Marta Bibescu *Adriana Bittel *Maria Prodan Bjørnson *Ana Blandiana *Yvonne Blondel *Lola Bobescu *Smaranda Bràescu *Elena Bràtianu *Élise Bràtianu *Ioana Bràtianu *Elena Bràtianu- Racottà *Letitzia Bucur
CC *Anne-Marie Callimachi *Georgeta Cancicov *Madeleine Cancicov *Pss. Alexandra Cantacuzino *Pss.Maria Cantacuzino (Madame Puvis de Chavannes) *Pss. Maruca Cantacuzino-Enesco* Pss. Catherine Caradja *Elena Caragiani-Stoenescu *Marta Caraion-Blanc, *Nina Cassian, *Otilia Cazimir *Elena Ceausescu *Maria Cebotari *Ioana Celibidache *Hélène Chrissoveloni (Mme Paul Morand)*Alice Cocea *Irina Codreanu *Lizica Codreanu *Alina Cojocaru *Nadia Comàneci *Denisa Comànescu *Lena Constante *Silvia Constantinescu *Doina Cornea *Hortense Cornu *Viorica Cortez*Otilia Cosmutzà *Sandra Cotovu *Ileana Cotrubas *Carmen-Daniela Cràsnaru *Mioara Cremene *Florica Cristoforeanu *Pss. Elena Cuza
DD *Hariclea Darclée *Cella Delavrancea *Alina Diaconú *Varinca Diaconú *Anca Diamandy *Marie Ana Dràgescu *Rodica Dràghincescu *Bucura Dumbravà *Natalia Dumitrescu
EE *Micaela Eleutheriade *Queen Elisabeth of Romania (‘Carmen Sylva’) *Alexandra Enescu *Mica Ertegün
FF *Lizi Florescu, *Maria Forescu *Nicoleta Franck *Aurora Fúlgida
GG *Angela Gheorghiu *Pss Grigore Ghica *Pss. Georges Ghika (Liane de Pougy) *Veturia Goga *Maria Golescu *Nadia Gray *Olga Greceanu *Pss. Helen of Greece *Nicole Valéry-Grossu *Carmen Groza
HH *Virginia Andreescu Haret *Clara Haskil *Lucia Hossu-Longin
II *Pss. Ileana of Romania *Ana Ipàtescu *Marie-France Ionesco *Dora d’Istria *Rodica Iulian
JJ *Doina Jela *Lucretia Jurj
KK *Mite Kremnitz
LL *Marie-Jeanne Lecca *Madeleine Lipatti *Monica Lovinescu *Elena Lupescu
MM *Maria Mailat *Ileana Màlàncioiu *Ionela Manolesco *Lilly Marcou *Silvia Marcovici *Queen Marie of Romania *Ioana A. Marin *Ioana Meitani *Gabriela Melinescu *Veronica Micle *Nelly Miricioiu *Herta Müller *Alina Mungiu-Pippidi *Agnes Kelly Murgoci
NN *Mabel Nandris *Anita Nandris-Cudla *Lucia Negoità *Mariana Nicolesco *Countess Anna de Noailles *Ana Novac
OO *Helen O’Brien *Oana Orlea
PP *Hortensia Papadat-Bengescu *Milita Pàtrascu *Ana Pauker *Marta Petreu *Cornelia Pillat *Magdalena Popa *Elvira Popescu
RR *Ruxandra Racovitzà *Elisabeta Rizea *Eugenia Roman *Stella Roman *Queen Ana de România, *Pss. Margarita de România *Maria Rosetti *Elisabeth Roudinesco
SS *Annie Samuelli *Sylvia Sidney *Henriette-Yvonne Stahl *Countess Leopold Starszensky *Elena Stefoi *Pss. Marina Stirbey *Sanda Stolojan *Cecilia Cutzescu-Storck
TT *Maria Tànase *Aretia Tàtàrescu *Monica Theodorescu *Elena Theodorini
UU *Viorica Ursuleac
VV *Elena Vàcàrescu *Leontina Vàduva *Ana Velescu *Marioara Ventura *Anca Visdei *Wanda Sachelarie Vladimirescu *Alice Steriade Voinescu
WW *Sabina Wurmbrand
ZZ *Virginia Zeani
Waiting for iPhone 3g - Jul 18, 2008 - 095
Note: this photo has been published in an Aug 12, 2008 (German) blog article entitled Der Apple Club." And it was published as an illustration in an undated (Dec 2009) "Only Jewelry" blog, in a posting titled "Apple anklet." And on Jun 6, 2010, the photo was published in a German blog titled "Für eine neue Esskultur: Wohlbefinden ersetzt Wohlstand." It was also published in a May 31, 2011 neue-lebensmittel blog, with the same caption and detailed notes that I had written for this Flickr page.
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On the corner of Fifth Avenue and 60th Street -- i.e., at the opposite end of the block where the iPhone fans were waiting in line -- this young couple staked out a spot with a sign that said "Feed us." I gave them some money; I hope they did use it to buy some food ...
But after a while, some nearby cops decided that it wasn't really appropriate for the couple to be panhandling in quite such a dramatic fashion. So they very politely asked them to gather up their stuff and move on ... which they couple did, without much objection...
Roughly three weeks after I originally uploaded this photo, it had been viewed so many times that it is now among the top-ten "most viewed" of all 10,000+ public photos on my Flickr site -- and three people have marked it as a "favorite". I'm flattered by the attention, but also humbled: I have no idea what it is that makes the photo so popular. The couple shown here had nothing to do with the main focus of this collection of photos -- i.e., people waiting in line to get a new Apple iPhone3G -- and probably had no interest at all in the phone. I now wish I had spoken to them, to find out who they were, where they came from, what they were planning to do when they left (as they did shortly after this picture was taken, because the cops shooed them away). And now, three weeks later, I have no idea where they have gone, or what they are doing ... or whether anyone actually did feed them.
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Silly me: after the iPhone 3g had been out for a full week, I thought I could stroll right into the Apple Store on Fifth Avenue & 59th Street in mid-town Manhattan, and simply buy one without any muss, fuss, bother, or delay.
But when I arrived at 11 AM, I found a line of approximately 150 people waiting outside in the broiling sun, not seeming to move forward at all; it turned out that the Apple store "concierge" folks were letting them in in groups of ten, when the previous ten had been taken care of. When I asked the woman how long she had been waiting, she said, "Four hours" -- she had arrived at 7 AM, having already determined that the AT&T stores were sold out throughout New Jersey and Connecticut.
Well, I'm a gadget freak and a Mac fan, but there's a limit to my passion for such things; four hours was just too much. So instead, I decided to take a bunch of pictures of the people who were in the line. Of course, I have no idea whethere the people queued up in front of Apple stores in other cities (or at other stores here in NYC) are similar to this group ... but I'm inclined to think that they are. And if that's true, then the demographics of this group -- in terms of age, gender, nationality, ethnic groups, etc. -- is particularly intriguing. I saw only one guy dressed in a corporate uniform of suit and tie; Apple may be trying to break into the "enterprise" market, but that's not who was standing in line for all those hours in the sun...
These cattle were lolling with perfect nonchalance in the middle of the street. It took two passengers several minutes to gently persuade them to rise so we could pass. One encounters cattle often on streets and sidewalks. The females tend to be very sweet natured. Some people touch them seeking a blessing.
Realizing it was already June, and seeing that it was overcast today, I knew it was the perfect time to go shoot some pics at my favorite rose garden! The day was indeed perfect, and I couldn't get enough of these roses they've entitled, "Pure Poetry." This is just the beginning of my posts for today's roses, but I would imagine you will see many more of this particular rose! Hope you enjoy as much as I do!
Rose Garden
Point Defiance Park
Tacoma, Washington
060718
© Copyright 2018 MEA Images, Merle E. Arbeen, All Rights Reserved. If you would like a copy of this, please feel free to contact me through my FlickrMail, Facebook, or Yahoo email account. Thank you.
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This photograph has achieved the following highest awards:
DSLR Autofocus, Premier Gallery
DSLR Autofocus, Hall of Fame (11)
DSLR Autofocus, MASTER of Photography (13)
DSLR Autofocus, GRANDMASTER of Photography (8)
the title of this photo was inspired by lyrics to the chapter in your life entitled san francisco by the lucksmiths
From my set entitled "Uncle Bill Watson"
www.flickr.com/photos/21861018@N00/sets/72157600269993237/
In my photostream
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Watson reunion photo in which Cam Devine appears
www.flickr.com/photos/21861018@N00/536290657/in/set-72157...
Campbell (Cam) Devine was my Uncle Bill Watson’s best friend during early school years in Grand Valley, Ontario. Cam was killed on August 12, 1944, when the Flying Boat he was piloting crashed in Ireland. I am including a notice of his death from the Grand Valley Star and Vidette, and a detailed account of the crash as remembered by Chuck Singer, one of Cam’s flight crew.
From The Grand Valley Star and Vidette, August, 1944
Another Grand Valley Boy Passes Overseas
News of the death of another Grand Valley boy overseas was received in town the latter part of last week. He was Flight Lieut Campbell Devine, elder son of Dr. and Mrs. E. W. Devine of Orillia formerly of Grand Valley. Campbell was born in Grand Valley and moved with his parents to Orillia some years ago. His death occurred in Ireland on Aug.12 and interment took place in Ireland. He was a chum and pal of the late P.O. Bill Watson of Grand Valley. Brief references to his death were made in the pulpits of Knox Presbyterian Church on Sunday morning and at the memorial service for the late P.O. Watson in Trinity United Church on Sunday afternoon. Besides his parents and one brother, Donald, the deceased leaves a widow and one child, all of Orillia. To the bereaved parents, brother, widow and child the sympathy of this community is extended
Full particulars regarding his death had not been received at the time of going to press.
Taken from THE BATTLE OF THE ATLANTIC Highlights from 422 R.C.A.F. Squadron, 1942 - 1945
www.airforcemuseum.ca/422ww2.htm
August 12, 1944 saw the crash of Sunderland T of 422, in Donegal County, Ireland, just north of Belleek, Northern Ireland, shortly after take-off for an Atlantic patrol. The heavily loaded aircraft had suffered an engine fire and loss of propeller and a crash landing was attempted on a relatively flat area. The skipper, F/L Cam Devine and two crew members died in the crash. The remainder of the crew received serious injuries and were initially treated in the Irish hospital in Ballyshannon, Donegal County, and later moved to the military hospital in Necarne Castle near Irvinestown, Northern Ireland or to hospitals in England.
Taken from the The Impartial Reporter: For Fermanagh, Tyrone and Border Counties of the Republic of Ireland:
Issue: 15-08-2002
www.impartialreporter.com/archive/2002-08-15/news/story41...
A tear ran down the cheek of Chuck Singer as he stood on the windswept bogland of Cashelard, receiving long overdue recognition for an act of great courage undertaken 58 years ago to the day.
It was a marvellous moment, a fitting closure to a remarkable tale, owing much not only to Chuck, whose selfless actions as a 19 year old First Gunner on a stricken Sunderland flying boat in 1944 saved the life of a comrade, but also to his son Bob (who correctly pointed out that reports of his father's death in the Squadron records were greatly exaggerated), and local historians Joe O'Loughlin and Breege McCusker.
A large crowd gathered on Monday at the exact hour at the site where Sunderland NJ175 crashed shortly after taking off from its base at Castle Archdale. They gathered to pay tribute to Sergeant Chuck Singer, but also to the three airmen who did not survive the crash, and whose names are recorded on a memorial stone erected at the site two years ago. With a beautiful ceremony choreographed brilliantly by Joe and Breege, interspersed with presentations to Chuck, the crowd listened to a recounting of the Canadian's remarkable story.
422 Squadron Royal Canadian Air Force arrived in Fermanagh in the spring of 1944, youthful, joyful crews of men who had thus far generally enjoyed their war experiences, stationed with Coastal Command in Scotland, protecting Merchant Navy convoys from the threat of German U Boats.
They were to do the same job from their base on Lough Erne, patrolling out into the Atlantic and also into the Bay Of Biscay and the English Channel. Their role was an important one- the U Boats were the only cog of the German war machine which really frightened Churchill, and any break in the Allies supply line would have had a debilitating effect on the war effort.
But to the airmen based in quiet County Fermanagh, on the usually serene Lower Lough Erne, the war must often have seemed a world away. Chuck remembers that conditions on the base were "beautiful, just fine", and that even when they were airborne, patrolling at an average altitude of 400 feet, there was never any real feeling of unease or fear.
"We felt like nothing was ever going to happen to us out there. To fly was just a treat to get up and if they ever postponed a flight on us we got sick, you know, just sick. I don't know any aircrew that ever worried- it was all jovial, funny guys that had a good time, I don't know anybody that ever worried about dying. Flying out to sea in those things was so peaceful. You almost forgot that you had a job to do it was so beautiful and peaceful."
During his short spell in Fermanagh, Chuck fortunately never had to fire his guns in anger from his position in the turret at the top of the giant seaplane, but remembers one occasion when his crew felt they were about to have their first serious engagement with the enemy.
"We thought we had a pair of them one time," he said. "It looked like a mother ship refuelling a smaller sub, so we dived at that thing, we had all the depth charges out on the wings, we were ready for everything... and they were two of the most beautiful Blue Whales you ever saw in your life."
Chuck left his turret and aimed a camera instead of his machine gun. He took a couple of photographs and left them in to get developed back at the base, but due to his unfortunate exit from Castle Archdale he was never able to pick them up again. "We went out feet first and I never did get them. I'd loved to have had those pictures," he said wistfully.
The biggest threat to their safety that Chuck encountered during the patrols actually came from the Merchant Navy which the Sunderlands and Catalinas were sent to protect. Engagements with enemy aircraft and U Boats were rare by 1944, but the Merchant convoys were jumpy, and fairly 'trigger happy' recalled Chuck.
"The worst part was flying alongside a convoy, because those merchant people- they were shooting at everything, and they didn't know us from the enemy. When we used to approach a convoy the skipper used to give them every view they could of the markings or else the Merchant Navy would shoot you down."
They would also shoot coloured flares by way of identifying themselves, but the colours were changed frequently, and sending up the wrong colour could prove fatal. Call signs were also used for identification and changed frequently, but there is one call sign which is indelibly printed on Chuck's memory. 'Eyeglass Eagle'. This was the last call sign of Sunderland NJ175, as it took off around 11:15 on Saturday morning, August 12, 1944. NJ175 was like any other Sunderland docked at the Flying Boat base, and was supposed to have been checked by the engineers before take off. Every one of the 12 man crew had checks to make after being rowed out to the boat on a dinghy.
"When it was our turn to fly they'd put us in a dinghy from the dock and run us to one of the boats, and we'd get on it and check everything out, and if something wasn't right we'd radio the dinghy and it would come back and get us and take us to another one. Often there'd be two or three before we'd get one that was operational."
Everything happened in such a hurry that it was fairly common to experience mechanical problems, said Chuck, and often the crews would be delayed at least an hour by repairs.
On the flight on August 12 was his regular crew, all of whom had got to know each other like brothers, having flown and socialised together in Fermanagh for months, as well as a few trainees, learning the ropes, and sitting, fatally as it turned out, near the cockpit behind the skipper, Flight Lieutenant Cam Devine.
They were heading for the English Channel, hoping to catch the German subs heading for Norway from their base at Brest on the French coast. The men- all members of the RCAF, were expecting to be away for between 10 and 12 hours, burning an enormous 2000 gallons of fuel. As it happened, they were only airborne for a fraction of that time- about 30 minutes- and had to dump as much of the fuel as possible over the surrounding area.
"The engine sounded uneasy all the time after we took off. It just didn't sound like it was hitting all cylinders, it sounded funny. But sometimes that clears up, but this time it didn't," said Chuck. The noises got worse as the plane reached the West Coast of Ireland and a problem in the outer starboard engine had developed into a fire. The crew sent out a mayday call and turned around to return to base. Orders came in from Castle Archdale to jettison the fuel and the depth charges on board, which would have exploded on impacting with the ground.
Local people in the fields around Belleek were used to seeing the huge Flying Boats sailing out to war over their heads along the secretly negotiated Donegal Corridor, but to see one with thick black smoke billowing out from its starboard engine was an unusual and alarming experience. Although Cashelard is a remote area, there were a number of people in the vicinity, taking advantage of the great weather to work in the fields or enjoy the first day of the Grouse shooting season. Their peace was about to be shattered.
On board the plane, dumping the 2000 gallons of fuel was proving too dangerous, as the high octane fuel was pouring out perilously close to the burning engine, risking an explosion which would blow the plane to smithereens. Flying Officer Alex Platsko, the Second Pilot, whose job it was to jettison the fuel and depth charges in preparation for a less than routine landing, now had to shut off the fuel dump valve again.
And there was another problem- the track for the depth charges was sticking, and the crew couldn't get them out of the plane. Eventually, after a desperate struggle, the crew worked the charges free, and they dropped harmlessly to the ground, to be blown up next day by the Irish Army and officials from Castle Archdale.
Platsko returned to the task of shutting off the fuel dump valve, but was shuddered out of his work by a loud bang as the burning engine suddenly froze up and the propeller twisted off its shaft and spun into the starboard float, causing the plane to bank suddenly, steeply to the right. Chuck remembers the sharp snap of the propeller breaking off, not long before impact.
Skipper Cam Devine, just 22 years of age, had a fight on his hands. With one engine on fire and out of action, and a half a tonne propeller embedded in the side of one of his floats, the plane was losing height at a frightening rate and in danger of hitting the ground sideways first. "We could've cartwheeled - if the wing had touched first we would all have been dead," said Chuck.
The crew members were adopting the crash position, something similar to what is advised on commercial airliners today, but without the fancy demonstration cards. Cam Devine was fighting for his life, and the lives of his comrades, fighting to get the heavy plane back on an even keel to give them a chance in the crash landing which was now inevitable. Somehow, against the odds, he achieved this, righting the plane just before impact on the Cashelard ground, succeeding in saving the lives of nine of his crew members, but losing his own life in the process.
Chuck remembers certain aspects of the impact, but he was concussed, and blood was streaming down his face. Three of the crew- Cam Devine, Pilot Officer R.T Wilkinson and Flight Sergeant Jack Forrest- died instantly. Alex Platsko, who hadn't time to buckle himself back into his seat after jettisoning the depth charges, was thrown through the windscreen, and survived, although he was seriously injured.
The plane hit the lip of a country track, coming down perpendicular to the road rather than along it, which caused the bottom half of the plane to be severed in the sudden halt. "When the bottom half of the plane was torn out I was up in the ceiling getting my arms broke and my face cut, and concussion, and I was looking down and I could see George Colbourne laying face-up on the bottom of the boat," recalled Chuck. "We went over the top of him, but it looked like we were still and he was sliding on a toboggan underneath us- that was the effect we got. That was the last thing I remembered until I gained consciousness again and tried to get out of that thing."
The next thing he remembers is the heather all around the crash site being on fire. The Sunderland had broken in two places- at the tail, and between the under section and the rest of the plane. The tail breaking off was a blessing in disguise, affording an escape hatch for Chuck and some of the other crew members.
Dazed, bleeding, and with his left arm hanging limply by his side, Chuck somehow got out of the mangled remains of the plane. As aviation fuel leaked out of the plane the fire spread, and bullets and ammunition were exploding in the heat. Chuck staggered clear of the heat, but heard George Colbourne crying for help. George was trapped under the wreckage of the tail, powerless, with two broken legs. Chuck turned back into the flames.
"I can remember going back when I heard him crying and screaming. I heard him before this, and I thought 'God, I'm not going to get him', and then he screamed one more time and I thought: 'I've got to get him', so I went back after him. I pulled my arm out hauling him out- I tore a ligament in my shoulder. I couldn't use my left arm- it was broken. So by the time I got him maybe 50 to 100 feet away, I don't know how far it was- until I couldn't feel the heat anymore- I passed out, and so did he."
The fire totally engulfed the plane, but somehow all of the survivors had got clear of the wreckage. Joe O'Loughlin reached the plane on his bicycle about half an hour after the crash, along with other locals and helpers, including the supposedly neutral Irish Army from Finner Camp, rescue services from Castle Archdale, and medical staff from Ballyshannon's Shiel Hospital. All of the injured, with wounds ranging from a broken back to severe burns, were taken to the hospital, where they remained for 48 hours before being transferred to St Angelo Airport and over to hospital in England.
At this point, according to the records of 422 Squadron, Sergeant Charles (Chuck) Singer died. This was quite an alarming discovery for Bob Singer in January this year, who thought that his father had recovered from his injuries, received a medical discharge and flown back to Canada, where he later married, had five children and moved to Florida, keeping in contact with George Colbourne, who rang him every year on August 12 to thank him for saving his life on a lonely Irish bog, a lifetime ago. Bob had decided to do a little research into his father's Airforce career, and had stumbled upon the Squadron records. He knew very little of the crash, and nothing of his modest father's heroic rescue of Colbourne. He sent a reply to the website, stating that as his father had been helping him in the yard that morning, and notwithstanding a Lazurus-like reincarnation, he had not died in England on August 14, 1944, as the Squadron notes reported. Chuck had missed out on over 50 years of squadron reunions thanks to an erroneous report in the records. He had no idea that there was such interest in those based at Castle Archdale: "I didn't have a clue- I thought that we were all forgotten. Joe here, he got after me right away- I got a letter within a week from him."
He also got in touch with the courageous Alex Platsko, now Dr Alex Platsko, who lives in the prestigious Pebble Beach resort in California. The two old comrades talked together for the first time in 58 years a few months ago, while Chuck ordered his Squadron badge, an honour he had neglected for over half a century.
This has been a year of amazing discovery for both Chuck and Bob, who accompanied his father on his emotional return to Fermanagh and to Cashelard. Under the gentle guidance of Joe, they have revisited so many areas of huge significance for Chuck- the well kept war graves in Irvinestown where his three comrades are buried; Castle Archdale with Breege McCusker; the Shiel Hospital in Ballyshannon where Chuck asked the staff if he owed them anything and joked that he had "an outstanding bill from '44"; and finally, most emotionally of all, the site at Cashelard where Sunderland NJ175 crashed 58 years ago to the day.
Full of praise for the people of Fermanagh- "a wonderful race", Chuck returns this week to Florida, laden with gifts such as a mounted piece of the wreckage of his plane, a framed citation commemorating his bravery, a copy of the memorial plaque erected to the memory of his fallen comrades, and a replica model of the planes in which he soared above the seas, risking his tomorrow for our today.
Having been reaquainted with his squadron and returned to the site of his wartime experiences he admits to being overwhelmed with his time in Fermanagh. As far as Castle Archdale, Cashelard and more particularly, Flying Boats go, he has just one disappointment, and he is not the only one: "It's a shame there isn't one for you guys to look at, you know? They're all on the bottom of the lake. Isn't that crazy?"
Taken from "Commonwealth Plots in Irvinestown County Fermanagh"
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The injuries to the crew Killed F/lt E.C. Devine ( Pilot ) aged 22.
( Buried Irvinestown Church of Ireland ).
P/O. J R Forrest W.Op / AG.
( Buried Irvinestown Roman catholic Churchyard).
F/O. R T Wilkinson Pilot aged 22.
(Buried Irvinestown Church of Ireland).
Surviving crew members. Sgt Allen ( Navigator).
Severe head injuries , burns to hands and legs.
Sgt Jeal. ( Flt/Engineer).
Fracture to spine , extensive burns to his hands and face.
Sgt Colbourne (A/G).
Head injury , fractured right leg.
Sgt Platsko. ( 2nd Pilot).
Head injury.
Sgt Oderskirk.(W.Op/ AG).
hand and facial injuries.
Sgt.Clarke (FME/AG).
Compressed fracture of the spine.
Sgt Singer ( A/G).
Fractured left arm.
P/O A. Locke.
(W.Op/AG).
Head injury.
Post Processing: light balance, equalization, sharpening
Mural entitled "Commit This to Memory" by Lord aka @taylordpaints for Mural Mania 2025, seen at 123 North Hill Street in South Bend, Indiana.
Photo by James aka Urbanmuralhunter on that other photo site.
Edit by Teee.
Mural entitled "Immigrant Humanity" by Ktano aka @ktano86, seen at 115 NW 6th Street in Fort Lauderdale, Florida.
Photo by James aka @urbanmuralhunter on that other photo site.
Edit by Teee
Picture by Mirabelle Biedermann
Attention Gallery presents our December Exhibit for 2020 entitled "Winterscapes and Snowy Stills"
For this exhibit we invited 60 SL artists to share a landscape photo with us. Some are already seasoned landscape photographers and a few had never taken a landscape photo. It was requested that the photo be a winterscape or a still life in a winter setting. 44 artists accepted the challenge and the results are wonderful.
This exhibits opens on Saturday, December 5 at Noon SLT (12 PM). DJ Irish will be providing her special brand of musical magic and we know you will enjoy yourself.
Please join us in celebrating the last month of 2020.
Here is the list of the artists:
Nams Piers
Malinda Aeon (Lin Talbot)
Helka Alchemi
Karole Batista
Michiel Bechir
Bellisima Benelli
Sandi Benelli
Ben John (BenJohn9)
Morgaine Warblood
Kit Boyd
David Daniels (DavidDaniel999)
Lizabeth Demonia
Hayley Dixon
Doc Mercury
Doddy Meiler
Hazel Foxtrot
Cari Franizzi
Melodie Heartsong
Josephine Hotshot
Jenny Inglewood (JennyLover)
Charly Keeley-Keating
Alsatian Kidd
Tobi Larroane
Sparklebottom Lasertits
Elaine Lectar
Rachel Magic
Loegan Magic
Dusty Pedroia
Justice Pedroia
Tresore Prada Hawkins
Heidi Rewell
Ed Rhode
Metukah Rhode (metukah.lenroy)
Persephone Smythe (leriadraven resident)
Sam Steele
Pavel Stransky
Morgan Talbot
Nino Ventura
Lotje Winkler
Liz Winterstorm-V
Jon Wyck
Val xox
Vrir
ZanyaSL
We look forward to seeing you there. LM below.
Attention Gallery presents our December Exhibit for 2020 entitled "Winterscapes and Snowy Stills"
For this exhibit we invited 60 SL artists to share a landscape photo with us. Some are already seasoned landscape photographers and a few had never taken a landscape photo. It was requested that the photo be a winterscape or a still life in a winter setting. 44 artists accepted the challenge and the results are wonderful.
This exhibits opens on Saturday, December 5 at Noon SLT (12 PM). DJ Irish will be providing her special brand of musical magic and we know you will enjoy yourself.
Please join us in celebrating the last month of 2020.
Here is the list of the artists:
Nams Piers
Malinda Aeon (Lin Talbot)
Helka Alchemi
Karole Batista
Michiel Bechir
Bellisima Benelli
Sandi Benelli
Ben John (BenJohn9)
Morgaine Warblood
Kit Boyd
David Daniels (DavidDaniel999)
Lizabeth Demonia
Hayley Dixon
Doc Mercury
Doddy Meiler
Hazel Foxtrot
Cari Franizzi
Melodie Heartsong
Josephine Hotshot
Jenny Inglewood (JennyLover)
Charly Keeley-Keating
Alsatian Kidd
Tobi Larroane
Sparklebottom Lasertits
Elaine Lectar
Rachel Magic
Loegan Magic
Dusty Pedroia
Justice Pedroia
Tresore Prada Hawkins
Heidi Rewell
Ed Rhode
Metukah Rhode (metukah.lenroy)
Persephone Smythe (leriadraven resident)
Sam Steele
Pavel Stransky
Morgan Talbot
Nino Ventura
Lotje Winkler
Liz Winterstorm-V
Jon Wyck
Val xox
Vrir
ZanyaSL
We look forward to seeing you there. LM below.
Small Body
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- Death by
divine will
but with the help
of an incompetent
doctor
(she died at the age of 13);
- morte per
volontà divina
ma con l'aiuto
di un medico
incapace
(morta all'età di 13 anni);
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This photographic series was born from research conducted in the cemeteries of Giarre, Catania, and Lipari (Sicily). It is the continuation of a personal story I narrated in a previous series published on Flickr under the title "Hereafter," to which I refer for a full understanding of what follows (here the link: flic.kr/p/2qBy35g ). I would like to clarify that the facts reported here are as I experienced them. I established a cordial and sincere WhatsApp correspondence relationship with the psychic lady, whom I will call "the Lady." Thanks to the kindness of colleagues in the department who treated her, I sent her some of my photographic prints as gifts. They were images of angels taken from my Hereafter series ("the Lady" reports being in contact with the Angels, the Beings of Light). After that little gift, “the Lady” told me that after looking at one of those photographs – the one with the angel holding a palm in his hands – she had a “vision – or contact”. It was of a little girl, buried in that cemetery, to the left of that angel, speaking to her father, asking him to grant her a little wish – to receive as a gift a daisy picked in a meadow, not purchased from a florist. Feeling involved, I promised to bring a daisy to that little soul; but I completely forgot about it, many days passed, I contacted “the Lady” on WhatsApp, I asked her about her health, it was then that “the Lady” asked me “how is the little girl?” … I didn’t understand, I asked her which little girl she was talking about, she replied “the little girl with the daisy”… How could I have forgotten! I told her I'd go to the cemetery as soon as possible. Two days later, when I was free from work, I went to a field near my house, picked a small bunch of daisies, and went to the cemetery. I recognized the angel with the palm tree. I looked to its sides but found only adult graves. Directly below the angel, to its right (but to my left as I looked at it), there was a buried grave, with a cement headstone worn away by time and illegible. Just in case it was the little girl's grave, I went to the cemetery caretaker, hoping he could identify the person buried there. The caretaker replied that it was possible, but it was necessary to know at least the date of death, which was therefore impossible; the headstone was unreadable. Disconsolate, I returned to the angel. I had looked to the sides, in front, but not behind. I had this last chance. It was right there, to my great surprise and amazement, to the left of the angel but behind, that I found the buried tomb with this inscription: "Here was placed the little body of the lovely little girl Maria di Francesco Cardile, taken from the kisses of her parents on December 28, 1921, at just eight months old. Hail, dear little angel from heaven, pray for yours." Reading the word "baby" on the epitaph was the revealing word for me that this was the tomb I was looking for (I don't think it's common to find this term on the tomb of a deceased child), so I placed the daisies on that tomb. I told the "Lady" that I had found the little girl and that I had brought her the gift she had requested; A few days later, "the Lady" told me she had "seen" the little girl, who had introduced herself to her. She was joyful, thanking her father. Her little hands were clean, free of thorns and grass. Perhaps—"the Lady" interpreted—that was her way of saying thank you. I asked her how she managed to understand those souls, and the answer was that "they don't speak, they don't use words, but she can understand them anyway."
P.S.: "the Lady" didn't know where I had photographed those angels, which are in a cemetery far from Taormina. She couldn't have found that angel and gone there after seeing my photos. Furthermore, "the Lady" had come to Taormina for major surgery, coming from far away, from the other side of Sicily. I took most of the photos in this story with "lensbaby" lenses of various sizes. In Catania's monumental cemetery, I photographed the grave of the writer and leading exponent of Verismo, Giovanni Verga (many years ago I purchased a book entitled "Giovanni Verga, Photographer") and the grave of Angelo Musco (an Italian stage and film actor, nicknamed "the king of laughter"); of all the "encounters" in this series, the one that saddened me the most, for reasons related to my profession, was reading the inscription—about the incompetent doctor—"the girl died at the young age of 13."
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Questa serie fotografica nasce da una ricerca condotta nei cimiteri di Giarre, Catania, Lipari (Sicilia), è il proseguimento di una vicenda personale che avevo narrato in una precedente serie pubblicata su Flickr col titolo “Hereafter”, alla quale rimando per una piena comprensione di quanto segue (qui il link: flic.kr/p/2qBy35g ). Tengo a precisare che i fatti qui riportati sono come li ho vissuti. Con la signora sensitiva, che chiamerò “la Signora”, ho instaurato un rapporto whatsApp-epistolare cordiale e sincero, grazie alla cortesia di colleghi del reparto che l’hanno avuta in cura, le feci recapitare in dono alcune mie stampe fotografiche, erano immagini di angeli tratte dalla mia serie Hereafter (“la Signora” riferisce di essere in contatto con gli Angeli, gli Esseri di Luce). Successivamente a quel piccolo dono, “la Signora” mi raccontò che dopo aver osservato una di quelle fotografie – quella con l’angelo recante una palma tra le mani – ebbe una “visione – o contatto”, si trattava di una bambina, sepolta in quel cimitero, alla sinistra di quell’angelo, parlava col suo papà, gli chiedeva che le venisse esaudito un suo piccolo desiderio – ricevere in dono una margherita colta in un prato, non acquistata da un fioraio - . Sentendomi coinvolto, mi impegnai a portare una margherita a quella piccola anima; però me ne dimenticai completamente, passarono molti giorni, contattai “la Signora” su WhatsApp, le chiesi del suo stato di salute, fu allora che “la Signora” mi domandò “come sta la bambina ?” … non capivo, le chiesi di quale bambina parlasse, lei mi rispose “la bambina della margherita”… Come avevo fatto a dimenticarmene ! Le dissi che mi sarei recato al cimitero al più presto, due giorni dopo, libero dal lavoro, mi recai in un prato vicino casa mia, raccolsi un piccolo mazzo di margherite, e mi recai al cimitero; riconobbi l’angelo con la palma, guardai ai suoi lati ma trovai solo tombe di persone adulte, proprio sotto l’angelo, alla sua destra (ma alla mia sinistra guardandolo) c’era una tomba interrata, con la lapide in cemento rovinata dal tempo, illeggibile, nel dubbio si trattasse la tomba della bambina, mi recai dal custode del cimitero sperando si potesse risalire alla identità di chi vi era sepolto, il custode mi rispose che si poteva, ma era necessario conoscere almeno la data di morte, quindi impossibile, sulla lapide non si leggeva nulla. Sconsolato ritornai dall’angelo, avevo guardato ai lati, davanti, ma non dietro, mi restava quest’ultima opportunità, fu proprio li, con mia grande sorpresa e stupore, alla sinistra dell’angelo ma dietro, che trovai la tomba interrata con questa iscrizione – Qui fu posto il corpicciuolo della graziosa bambina Maria di Francesco Cardile tolta ai baci dei genitori il 28 dicembre 1921 di appena otto mesi. Ave caro angioletto dal cielo prega pei tuoi. – Aver letto sull’epitaffio la parola “bambina” per me fu la parola rivelatrice che quella era la tomba che stavo cercando (non credo sia comune trovare questo termine sulla tomba di un piccolo defunto), così posai le margherite su quella tomba. Raccontai alla “Signora” che avevo trovato la bambina e di averle portato il dono richiesto; qualche giorno dopo “la Signora” mi riferì di aver “visto” la bambina, che si era presentata a lei, era gioiosa, ringraziava il suo papà, le sue manine erano pulite, senza spine ne erba, forse – interpretò “la Signora” – quello era il suo modo di dire grazie. Le chiesi come riuscisse a comprendere quelle anime, la risposta fu che – loro non parlano, non usano le parole, ma lei riesce a capirle ugualmente -.
P.S.: “la Signora” non sapeva dove avessi fotografato quegli angeli, i quali si trovano in un cimitero lontano da Taormina (lei si era recata a Taormina per curarsi nel nostro ospedale), non avrebbe potuto trovare quell’angelo e recarvisi dopo aver visto le mie foto, inoltre “la Signora” era venuta a Taormina per affrontare un importante intervento chirurgico, provenendo da molto lontano, dall’altro lato della Sicilia; le foto di questo racconto le ho realizzate in maggior parte con delle ottiche “lensbaby” di varie misure; nel cimitero monumentale di Catania ho fotografato la tomba dello scrittore, massimo esponente del Verismo, Giovanni Verga (tanti anni fa acquistai un libro dal titolo “Giovanni Verga fotografo) e la tomba di Angelo Musco (attore teatrale e cinematografico italiano, soprannominato "il re del riso"); tra tutti “gli incontri” di questa serie, quello che più mi ha rattristato, per motivi legati alla mia professione, è stato leggere l’epigrafe - a riguardo del medico incompetente – la ragazza morì alla giovane età di 13 anni.
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This is a part of an ongoing & experimental photo project of mine entitled "Corpse Photo-Poetics." (This was was composed by myself & Melina, my former fiance.) It was conceived as a sort of abstraction of the Surrealist game, "Exquisite Corpse."
I can't locate my formal description of the project, but I'll try to succinctly state its simplicity:
With E.C., partipants divide a piece of a paper into thirds or quaters, choosing, for instance, the human form. Each participant chooses a section of the form to complete, covering their work, leaving only lines to give the next player a starting point for the next section of the piece. The result can be something quite surprising and, sometimes even good! ;)
I chose to use double exposure photographs. The CPP images have mostly been produced directly in the camera (35mm). With no fixed for in mind, person grans an image to be integrated with the photograph of another in the camera, and hopefully the result is just as surprising and, even good!
This is a randomly chosen example -- I have very few digital copies at this time, but will try to change that soon. I'm working on new methods and am always looking for new collaborators.
Let's see, thank you for taking a look, reading about this crazy project & LMK if you are interested. ;)
[BTW, this example is, like the others, from a 35mm shot, & has lost something in translation. In this case, the vivid colors of the flowers at the top edge of the picture are dull, and the great red stars that run vertically on the shirt, which work great together w/ the tree, are gone.]
OK. Here's further description that I e-mailed to one recent participant, the amazing Ms. LaDonna Chaos:
Let’s see… I'll do my best to b-r-I-e-f-l-y describe the project off the top o' my chaotic head here.
Firstly, I've hand-picked only a few collaborators for this admittedly odd little project. I plan future gallery shows (a close friend is currently shopping it around NYC, for instance) and even [gasp> a coffee table book.
OK. But first, here' how it started:
In the 90s -- yes, WAY BACK THEN -- I began d-a-b-b-l-i-n-g in photography, and became QUICKLY fascinated w/ multiple exposures when an old Arette 35mm I tried had a broken winding mechanism, producing these wonderful, almost halucinatory double & triple exposures.
I began to then INTENTIONALLY use the double exposure technique (with a properly functioning camera this time) in my compositions.
OK. One day, whilst traveling the long, lonely stretches of the 95 through rural Georgia, it occurred to me to try abstractly applying the dAdAists' and surealists' exquisite corpse game to photography.
With my game -- CPP: Corpse Photo-Poetics -- two photographers each contribute a photo or exposure w/o knowing what the other person had done to see what kind of final composition or new form, if you will, they end up with.
Here's how we'd do this: I'll take a roll of pictures (none of them needing to be complete compositions, not necessarily), and when I'm finished, I'll rewind leaving the film leader extending from the roll so that it can be reloaded into another camera.
THEN, you'll indeed (or so I hope that you’ll want to =) load the roll into your camera and shoot over my set of images, producing (no doubt ;) some AbFAB double exposure photographs -- CPP's!!!
OK. I hope that made SOME sense. ;)
One thing to keep in mind is that many of these won't work out, but there will NO DOUBT be GEMS, my dear.
Well, I t-r-e-m-e-n-d-o-u-s-l-y look forward to discussing this further and to working with you on this!! I AM QUITE honored by your interest!!!
Incidentally, this is the primitive, FUN technique, but I will soon move to enact some refinements to the process. In any case, I just thought that we could have some fun for now in this still early stage of things. What do you reckon?
Mural entitled "Horsepower" by D A A S aka @daas, seen at 1288 West Adams Street in Jacksonville, Florida.
Drone photo by James aka @urbanmuralhunter on that other photo site.
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The Post Office of Oostende is the former post office located at Hendrik Serruyslaan 18 in Oostende, designed by architect Gaston Eysselinck. It is a protected building that was given a new purpose as Cultural Centre de Grote Post.
Since 1963, the facade of the building has featured a bronze sculpture by Jozef Cantré, entitled "The Communication Media, or Unity of the World through Telephone, Telegraphy and Postal Traffic".
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Het Postgebouw van Oostende is het voormalig postgebouw gelegen aan de Hendrik Serruyslaan 18 te Oostende naar een ontwerp van architect Gaston Eysselinck. Het betreft een beschermd gebouw dat een nieuwe bestemming kreeg als Cultuurcentrum de Grote Post.
Op de voorgevel van het gebouw staat sinds 1963 een plastiek in brons van Jozef Cantré, genaamd "De Communicatiemedia, of Eenheid van de wereld door de Telefonie, Telegrafie en Postverkeer".
Bored and somewhat distracted, I decided to explore my garden to determine if there were things to photograph there, and was entranced by this solitary strand of ornamental grass. I decided to create a minimalist image of it.
Should you be interested, I've created a Flickr Album of creative photographs of common household objects or sights that I've entitled "At Home Creatives." I invite you to visit, and I hope you enjoy.
You must detach your life from an awareness of the multiple and reduce it to a geometrical point before God. You have but one life, and it is not just anything; this life is everything for you, and it owes its greatness to its divine origin and goal. The human condition is something great because its foundation is God; the modern error is to believe we are small, that we are biological accidents, that we are entitled to be lukewarm—that we are free to be small, apathetic, mediocre. In reality we are condemned to greatness, if I may express it this way, and we find this greatness in spiritual smallness before the divine Greatness. It is God who is great, but we must open ourselves up to this Greatness, knowing that there is only He, that we are bound to Him, that we cannot escape Him; knowing this we must resign ourselves to our human and personal condition—to the fact that the sacred is everywhere—and we must repose in trust.
F. Schuon
A work entitled "Remembering Seletar, The Sound of Nature, Memories" 2012, by the Singaporean sculptor Lim Leong Seng, outside the Greenwich V shopping mall at the southeast corner of Yio Chu Kang Road and Seletar Road, Singapore. The vintage pilot in his flying leathers references Seletar Airport (XSP), which lies some 3 km to the north. Built in 1928 for the British Royal Air Force, today it is a civil general aviation airport. Rubber plantations once graced the area, providing ample opportunity for children to chase butterflies. The work evokes memories of those times.
Mural entitled "Fertile Ground" by Meg Saligman aka @megsaligmanstudio, seen at 602 North 13th Street in Omaha, Nebraska.
Drone photo by James aka @urbanmuralhunter on that other photo site.
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Mural entitled "Resurrection" by Tony Krol aka @tonykrol for Mural Mania, seen at 902 South Michigan in South Bend Indiana.
The car in the center panel is a 1950's Studebaker Champion. Studebaker manufactured cars and trucks in South Bend. At first, Studebaker opted for electric (battery-powered) over gasoline propulsion. While manufacturing its own Studebaker Electric vehicles from 1902 to 1911. The Company manufactured gasoline powered cars in South Bend from 1911 until the plant was closed in 1963.
Drone photo by James aka Urbanmuralhunter on that other photo site.
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Mural entitled "The Pythia in Agate" by Joe McEndree aka @theartofjoeking, seen at 505 West Fourth Street in Lexington, Kentucky.
Drone photo by James aka @urbanmuralhunter on that other photo site.
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Mural entitled “Girl with a D Earring" by @sydneygjames, @maxsansing, @bakpakdurden @birdcap and @ijania seen at 2937 East Grand Boulevard in the New Center area of Detroit, Michigan.
This mural was inspired by "Girl with a Pearl Earring," an oil painting by Dutch Golden Age painter Johannes Vermeer, dated c. 1665.
Drone photo by James aka Urbanmuralhunter on that other photo site.
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This piece, entitled "Log Cabin on the Tenth" is finished, along with a couple of other pieces..and the hard work of the morning was preparing entries for a couple of submissions to a juried show that I like to participate in. The process is both easier, and more difficult than in the past...no more slide film to buy and have processed...but the computer MUST be made to do a lot of things in an extremely specific way...by someone who is not a master. I have survived the morning and am feeling a little better.....
Mural entitled "Mother" by Sef aka @sef.01, seen at 414 North Carpenter Street in the West Town area of Chicago, Illinois.
The artist states: "Today my wall talks about the most selfless love in the world, the love of a mother. That is why I chose this wall, because just as the bridge protects against rain or any inclement weather, so is the love of a mother for her children, an infinite love whose desire is always to protect and love their children above all things. Happy Mother's Day to all those women who every day lavish the most sincere and beautiful love that exists. I dedicate this mural to them."
Photo by James aka Urbanmuralhunter on that other photo site.
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dress entitled...
"She Was Evasive And Her Elbows Were Rough"
(LOL, I just love her dress names! So, Annie is trying to look
"evasive" - elbows smooth as plastic tho ;)
I was editing this picture of a World War II cemetery memorial last week, and happened to see an article in the newspaper about this very memorial. The newspaper article made me aware that the coming weeks (August 14 - September 2) mark the 66th anniversary of the end of World War II.
This sculpture entitled, "The Four Freedoms", is named for the four basic freedoms that President Franklin D Roosevelt thought everyone in the world should enjoy. (Freedom of speech and expression, Freedom of worship, Freedom from want, and Freedom from fear.)
This memorial sculpture is the work of artist Adolph Wolter and was dedicated on VJ-Day, 1948 at the White Chapel Cemetery in Troy, MI. For the past 62 years since this monument was erected, the cemetery has hosted a WWII commemorative ceremony. I attended this year's celebration earlier today and will post some pictures of the event in the coming days.
I came across a book by Michael E. Reid entitled 'Dear Woman,' and some of the poems and text contained within really got to me. I plan on sharing a few of them with friends and acquaintances through this medium, starting with this one:
Dear Woman,
Sometimes
You'll just be too much woman.
Too smart,
Too beautiful,
Too strong.
Too much of something
That makes a man feel like less of a man,
Which will start making you feel like you have to be less of a woman.
The biggest mistake you can make
Is removing jewels from your crown
To make it easier for a man to carry.
When this happens, I need you to understand,
You do not need a smaller crown...
You need a man with bigger hands.
Detail from a beautiful painting entitled ‘Christ Blessing, Surrounded by a Donor and His Family’, attributed to Ludgar tom Ring the Younger, c.1575-80. In the centre piece is Christ depicted alongside an unknown Westphalian family. To the left and right of this are two portraits, one of a man, the other of a woman (this portrait). This painting may have been commissioned on the marriage of a member of the family included, with the groom and bride being depicted to the side of the piece.
The centre piece: www.flickr.com/photos/20631910@N03/3665174937/
The portrait of the man: www.flickr.com/photos/20631910@N03/3665176573/in/photostr...
The painting is included in the European Paintings collection in the Metropolitan Museum of Art, NY. Photography is permitted.
Suspended Animation Classic #198
Originally published October 11, 1992 (#41)
(Dates are approximate)
Bram Stoker’s Dracula
By R. A. Jones
Like word of the discovery of gold at Sutter’s Mill in 1849 drew thousands of fortune hunters to California, news that a few rare comic books can be worth thousands of dollars prompted many to become comics collectors. Most will be disappointed, and then move on to other ventures.
Ventures such as trading cards. They are the hot ‘collectors’ item now. Capitalizing on the demand, many comic book stores also carry a wide variety of trading cards.
The next step in this melding of collectibles has now been taken. Topps – one of the major producers of trading cards for many years – recently decided to branch out and form its own comic book publishing arm.
The first fruit of their labor is now available. Entitled “Bram Stoker’s Dracula”, it is an adaptation of the motion picture playing in theaters now. Insiders have questioned the wisdom of starting a line off with such a title. Movie adaptations of recent vintage aren’t usually highly valued as collectibles – especially if the movie should flop.
Also, by the time all four issues of this mini-series can see print, the original will be well on its way to video stores. This likewise plays to the theory that people won’t be interested in reading a comic when it’s faster and better to see the actual movie.
Such considerations aside, this is an excellent comic book in terms of scripting, artwork, and overall production values. If nothing else, it proves that Topps can be expected to produce comics with the same high standards of quality that they employ in their trading cards.
It can be enjoyed as a supplement to the movie (and to the original novel), and comes highly recommended as such.
“Bram Stoker’s Dracula” costs $2.95 per issue, and is available in comic book specialty stores.
Mural entitled "La Culture est la Mémoire de Tout un Peuple" by Beau Graff aka @beau.graff, seen at 15 East Burton Avenue in South Salt Lake, Utah.
Photo by James aka Urbanmuralhunter on that other photo site.
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Mural entitled "The King and the Young Prince" by Jackie Danger aka @jackie_danger, seen at 5th Street and NW Flagler Avenue in the Fat Village Arts District of Fort Lauderdale, Florida.
Photo by James aka Urbanmuralhunter on that other photo site.
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