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Mural entitled "Linky" by Dale Grimshaw aka @dale_grimshaw for the Raw Project, seen at the at the Dr Henry W. Mack/West Little River school at 2450 NW 84th Street in Miami, Florida. The title was chosen by the students at the school.
Drone photo by James aka @urbanmuralhunter on that other photo site.
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Mural entitled "Blue for You" by DFACE aka @defaceofficial, seen at 121 South Beverly Drive in Beverly Hills, California.
Drone photo by James aka Urbanmuralhunter on that other photo site.
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The inauguration of the ‘Mirrored Painting’ by Italian artist Michelangelo Pistoletto, entitled 'Ritratto di Paolo Nespoli - Astronauta, Missione VITA', took place on 28 March 2018 at ESRIN, ESA’s centre for Earth observation in Frascati, Italy, as the climax of a joint initiative and a permanent symbol of the important link between space and art. The event hosted by the Head of ESA ESRIN and ESA's Director of Earth Observation Programmes Josef Aschbacher, was attended by ESA astronaut Paolo Nespoli, Michelangelo Pistoletto, ASI representative Fabrizio Zucchini and RAM radiartemobile representatives Dora Stiefelmeier and Mario Pieroni.
This original piece of art, created by famous artist Michelangelo Pistoletto who is known as one of the founding fathers of the Italian Arte Povera contemporary art movement, features a full-scale representation of ESA astronaut Paolo Nespoli. For Paolo’s VITA mission, ESA and ASI developed original ‘space and art’ initiatives as part of the communication activities to actively involve wider audiences. This began with Pistoletto’s development with ESA of the official patch for Paolo’s mission, which includes the artist’s symbol of his Third Paradise concept in the artwork.
A natural continuation of this cooperation was the ‘SPAC3’ app, which allowed users to select and combine Paolo’s images from space with their own photos. This activity was intended to draw attention to the wellbeing of our planet, and was inspired by the Sustainable Development Goals of the United Nations. These provided the basis for Paolo’s choice of photos, and the app users could respond with their own photos on the same theme.
As a social artwork project, SPAC3 demonstrated that the two worlds of art and science can work together with the common objective of highlighting issues affecting our planet, and showed how involving a wider public could contribute to the vision and become part of this collective work. This joint initiative was made possible via a partnership between ESA and RAM radioartemobile, in cooperation with ASI and Cittadellarte-Fondazione Pistoletto.
Credits: ESA – M. Valentini
On a cold January morning, one crow prudently eyes another as it flies from its nest in a dead tree.
While processing this image, I was taken to a more mystical place where my imagination took flight. Taken 35 miles north of Roswell, New Mexico, I might have been inspired by extraterrestrials who may have explored (or crashed) in the area sometime before.
My cousin, a published poet, wrote a poem - "A Meditation on a Photograph entitled 'Through a Crow’s Eye'” shutteringexperiences.com/anecdotes/t-Through-a-Crows-Eye...
I recently acquired a copy of a book entitled "The Railroad and the Art of Place" by the US photographer David Kahler. This was as a result of a book review by Dafydd Whyles on the Phoenix Railway Photographic Circle website ( Phoenix Railway Photographic Circle, Creative, Artistic and Progressive Railway Photography (phoenix-rpc.co.uk) and a video recording on the website of the US Center for Railroad Photography and Art, (The Railroad and the Art of Place, presented by David Kahler - YouTube).
The book looks at the relationship between the railway and the environment of the West Virginia coalfields in the early 1990's. It is a superb piece of work. In this scene I have attempted to recreate the atmosphere of these images in today's Birmingham. This is a view along Pickford Street in Digbeth, a locality about to undergo significant redevelopment, not least because of the HS2 project. Look at these old brick industrial buildings and the block paved roadway. Soon this will all be gone. The builders hoardings are already in place at the end of the street. The view of the railway arches will disappear. Get here with your camera while you still can and capture a location with a real sense of place.
For an alternative angle on railway photography, why not take a look at the Phoenix website:
The book, '50 Years of Phoenix' is available to buy now. Click on this link to order your copy:
Mural entitled "Connection" by Kilia Llano aka @kiliallano, seen at 2158 NW 5th Avenue in the Wynwood Arts District of Miami, Florida.
The artist states: "This mural is part of a personal project that I have been developing since the beginning of the year together with the artist-in-residence program of @the_nature_of_cities and @beyondtreesnetwork . I am finally executing it now starting in the city of Miami, simultaneously in Santo Domingo and later in other locations. "Connection" is about how all human beings are connected through nature, in this case migratory birds and specifically the Cape May Warbler (a bird that migrates from Canada, through the United States to the Dominican Republic). Also how to contribute to the conservation of these species in their migratory journey and how they interact with populations from different cities (Hot Spots) thus achieving a beautiful channel that unites people from different places."
Drone photo by James aka @urbanmuralhunter on that other photo site.
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"Sometimes I Don't Mind"
from the 2000 album by the band The Suicide Machines entitled 'The Suicide Machines'
Written by:
The Suicide Machines
Produced by:
Julian Raymond
"Sometimes I Don't Mind"
There's something with the way you walk
There's something there that lights a spark inside of me
And it makes me want to sing
Makes me forget everything
There's something there inside your eyes
Lets me know you'd never lie
You fill me up and I know what you need
Do you know what you mean to me?
Well I watch you sleep sometimes and it feels like the first time
And you're always on my mind
Everyday is like the first day
And I talk to you sometimes even though you never talk back
And I buy you things sometimes 'cause I don't mind
There's something strange, I can't get mad
Even when you're being bad - just look at me, and I forget everything
I try but I can't be mean
You sit by me and I scratch your back
You lick my hands then I get a rash, but that's okay
Because we, we are a team
You make a mess and then I clean
Well I watch you sleep sometimes and it feels like the first time
And you're always on my mind
Everyday is like the first day
And I talk to you sometimes even though you never talk back
And I buy you things sometimes 'cause I don't mind
There's something with the way you act
Makes me laugh when you chase the cats
You chase 'em around
And when it's close to feeding time, you stare at me and whine
You won't lay down, you'll hardly sit
I give you a bath when you smell like shit
But you don't mind
And we go out every now and then
And when you're done then we come back in
Well I watch you sleep sometimes and it feels like the first time
And you're always on my mind
Everyday is like the first day
And I talk to you sometimes even though you never talk back
And I buy you things sometimes 'cause I don't mind
Yeah I don't mind
Yeah I don't mind
Royce Nunley, the bassist of the suicide machine was inspired by his Boston Terrier, Chewy to write this song. If you listen at the end of the song, you can hear chewy barking.
Sadly, Danny passed in 2021. There isn't a day that I don't miss him.
(98/365) On Saturday Wexford Naturalists' Field Club members participated in a workshop at Jamestown Nature reserve entitled "Creating wild pollinator nesting habitats". The talk was given by Erin Jo Tiedeken from the National Biodiversity Data Centre. Her talk was very informative & afterwards we walked around the reserve looking for bees. I didn't realise we have 20 Bumble Bee & 77 Solitary bee species in Ireland, including this tiny one HWW!
Mural entitled "Cosmic Dance" by Joy Hernandez aka @joythestampede located on the Monkey's Tale property at 925 East Westfield Boulevard in the Broad Ripple area of Indianapolis, Indiana.
Photo by James aka Urbanmuralhunter on that other photo site.
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Missouri painter Sidney Larson completed this painting entitled "Prehistoric Man" in 1969 as part of the "The Riback Mural," commissioned by Harold H. Riback for the Riback Pipe and Steel Company building on the east end of Business Loop 70 in Columbia, Missouri.
The Ribacks sold the business to Plumb Supply Company in 2015. The building housing the mural is scheduled to be remodeled in January of 2022, and the paintings will be destroyed. According to the State Historical Society of Missouri's Art Collections Manager Greig Thompson, the mural can't be preserved due to the method the mural was installed.
Notley Hawkins took photographs of the mural on December 21, 2021, at the request of Vicky Riback-Wilson to preserve a record of the paintings. Notley Hawkins studied painting and drawing with Sidney Larson at Columbia College and earned his BFA in 1987.
With the help of S.C. Steinberg, Sidney Larson published a booklet entitled The Riback Mural in 1980. The following description was included when noting the painting:
"There is of course, no recorded history of Prehistoric Man, or Cave Dwellers. Thus, this panel reflects the artist's feeling of what life was like many centuries ago. He has taken a very normal assumption that, at some point in time, a piece of metal ore would be included among the rocks surrounding the fire over which their ceramics were baked, and as the ore got hotter, it would ooze metal, in this case, copper. Then a further assumption that, if a metal was available, it would be used for weaponry and the unusable smaller pieces given to the women of the tribe for body adornment.
It was very likely that in this way copper, probably the most used metal in the plumbing industry, was discovered."
The photograph was taken with a Canon EOS R5 camera with a Canon RF24-70mm F2.8 L IS USM lens at ƒ/5.6 with a 1/160-second exposure at ISO 640. Processed with Adobe Lightroom CC.
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From my set entitled “Smokebush”
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In my collection entitled “The Garden”
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From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cotinus
Smoketree or Smoke bush (Cotinus) is a genus of two species of flowering plants in the family Anacardiaceae, closely related to the sumacs (Rhus). They are large shrubs or small trees, native to the warm temperate Northern Hemisphere. The leaves are deciduous, alternate, simple oval shape, 3-13 cm long. The flowers are clustered in a large open terminal panicles 15-30 cm long with a fluffy grayish-buff appearance resembling a cloud of smoke over the plant, from which the name derives. The fruit is a small drupe with a single seed. Often classified in Rhus in the past, they are distinguished by the leaves being simple (not pinnate) and the 'smoke-like' fluffy flower heads.
The American Smoketree (Cotinus obovatus, syn. Rhus cotinoides) is native to the southeastern United States, from Tennessee south to Alabama and west to eastern Texas. It is a larger plant, frequently becoming a small tree up to 10-12 m tall and with a trunk up to 25 cm diameter. The leaves are also larger, 6-13 cm long; it also has varied but very bright fall color, usually brighter than the Eurasian species. The flower heads are usually sparser than in C. coggygria.
The smoketrees, particularly C. coggygria, are popular garden shrubs. Several bronze or purple-leaved cultivars of C. coggygria have been selected, with warm pink inflorescences set against purple-black foliage; the commonest in commerce are 'Notcutt's Variety' and 'Royal Purple'. When brought into cultivation together, the two species will form hybrids; some garden cultivars are of this parentage.
Cultivation is best in dry, infertile soils, which keeps the growth habit more compact and also improves the autumn colour; when planted in fertile soil, they become large, coarse and also tend to be short-lived, succumbing to verticillium wilt disease. Both species can be coppiced in early spring, to produce first-year shoots up to 2 m tall with large handsome leaves, but no "smoke".
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Model entitled "Sitting Princess-1 by Dark Maiden on DeviantArt.com
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Last winter I attended an exhibition at the Barbican Centre entitled "Magnificent Obsessions: The artist as collector". It featured the personal collections of a number of famous contemporary artists, including Andy Warhol, Damien Hirst and Sol LeWitt. The show aimed to provide insight into the artists’ minds through their quirky obsessions, while at the same time highlight the aesthetic value objects gain when arranged within a collection.
Case in point was the exhibit assembled by artist Danh Vō, who used artist Martin Wong's collection of ordinary toys and household items to make a captivating display which some consider to be a work of art in its own right. Of interest, too, were Peter Blake's dolls and Andy Warhol's cookie jars. I particularly liked these collections because they legitimised my own obsession with all things cute and quirky and there were clear parallels between them and the amazing displays of my Flickr Friends, Raining Rita, Hitty Evie, Hanhell and Foxy Bell.
The show also inspired me to reconsider the way I was displaying my own toys. I was especially interested in coming up with a pleasing and efficient way of showing off my tiniest toys. I particularly liked the Barbican’s arrangement of the Andy Warhol cookie jars, where each jar had its own defined space. I wanted to do something similar with my tiny toys, so they could easily be compared without crowding each other out.
After some internet investigation, I found that Muji provided the perfect solution with acrylic boxes that were originally intended for make-up or trinkets. These boxes are relatively cheap, stackable and sturdy. They also provide exactly two inches of dedicated space for my tiniest toys. Originally, I was going to come up with a display involving one box – but found that it was too difficult to choose which toys would make the cut. So I am now making colour-based rotating displays that will allow me to enjoy more toys. I also hope to cut out some of the dividers, so I’m not restricted to the 2x2 inch square space.
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Mural entitled "Badass Grandpa" by Fert Dase aka @fert.one on a house in the Wynwood Arts District of Miami, Florida.
Photo by James aka @urbanmuralhunter on that other photo site.
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And now... the results of my 2018 Dressing for The Season Contest!! (You not recall this contest immediately, as it concluded way back in August 2018!).
The voting was again decisive. The final scores for each of the three dresses were as follows:
Outfit # 1 (white bodycon with matching fascinator) 367 votes
Outfit # 2 (dark blue velvet with black lace fascinator) 373 votes
Outfit # 3 (sheer blue-grey and beige satin) 408 votes
I therefore hereby declare Outfit # 3 to be the official winner, and now present another picture of the winning dress. BTW, this pic will be used to promote the new series of my Reality Show, “The Stately Homes of England”, which kicks off once again in April.
Incidentally, the huge audience for my show is apparently divided regarding what they enjoy most: the scenes of outrageous privilege and snobbery at Lyndon Towers, or the scenes outrageous debauchery at The Salon and amongst the membership of the Sodality. My own extreme, off-the-scale snobbery provokes an enormous amount of positive fan mail – so many women find my outrageously snooty attitudes (as expressed on the show) to be empowering. I am often asked how I have managed to become such an unbelievable snob. The short answer is hard work. It takes insight and application to arrive at the most snooty and snobbish response to every situation!
My advice to those ladies who wish to come across as being 'as snooty as a Duchess' is to make it all seem quite effortless. Protesting too much, for example, that one has never travelled on a bus or purchased a loaf of bread (“let them eat cake!!!”) can sound forced and insincere. More effective is a simple air of baffled amazement that the lower classes even exist - let alone that they have lives and desires of their own. Ultra-wealthy and powerful men find these Rich Bitch attitudes completely irresistible. It brings out their desire to possess the ultimate spoiled and entitled trophy wife. And it is through these foibles and weaknesses that we can begin to manipulate them…
Love and Kisses to All My Friends and Fans!
xxxxx
Lady Rebecca Georgina Arabella Lyndon
Duchess of Basingstoke
Mural entitled "Flor de Piel" by Ruben Ubiera aka @urbanruben seen at the Westin Fort Lauderdale Beach Resort at 321 Fort Lauderdale Beach Boulevard in Fort Lauderdale, Florida.
Photo by James aka @urbanmuralhunter on that other photo site.
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O. N. Pruitt's exhibition entitled "Mr. Pruitt's Possum Town: Trouble and Resilience in the American South" at the Center of Missouri Studies art gallery at the State Historical Society of Missouri in Columbia. Photography by Notley Hawkins. Taken with a Canon EOS R5 camera with a Canon RF24-70mm F2.8 L IS USM lens at ƒ/5.6 with a 1/160-second exposure at ISO 1000, processed with Adobe Lightroom CC.
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Mural entitled "Free Lolita” refreshed by @cpwon for the duo of @shalakattack and her husband @brunosmoky collectively known as @clandestinosart, seen at 170 NW 23rd Street in the Wynwood Arts District of Miami, Florida.
From two photos by James aka @urbanmuralhunter on that other photo site.
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Mural entitled "The Journey" by YANOE aka @oh_yanoe and Eric Skotnes aka @zoueh_skotnes collectively known as @yanoexzoueh seen at: 772 North High Street in the Short North Arts District of Columbus, Ohio.
Drone photo by James aka @urbanmuralhunter on that other photo site.
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Outstanding wall mural by an unknown artist entitled "Walkers" on the wall of Rise Woodfire Pizzeria in San Mateo, California. Owner-Entrepreneur Omid Zahedi recently took over the historic Caltrain station in downtown San Mateo and embarked on a full renovation of this cavernous space.
The mural depicts commuters rushing towards the train on this California rail line that runs the length of the San Francisco Peninsula from San Francisco in the north to Silicon Valley in the south.
Mural entitled "My Beautiful Town" by Alex Nunez, seen on the wall of Benson's Grocery at 27301 Old 41 Road in Bonita Springs, Florida.
St. Edmundsbury Cathedral (formally entitled the Cathedral Church of St James and St Edmund)[1] is the cathedral for the Church of England's Diocese of St Edmundsbury and Ipswich. It is the seat of the Bishop of St Edmundsbury and Ipswich and is in Bury St Edmunds in Suffolk. Originating in the 11th century, it was rebuilt in the 12th and 16th centuries as a parish church and became a cathedral in 1914; it has been considerably enlarged in recent decades.
Mural entitled "Angels of the North and South" by HIERO aka @hieroveiga and Bacon aka @vizla_bacon seen at 394 NW 24th Street in the Wynwood Arts District of Miami, Florida.
Drone photo by James aka @urbanmuralhunter on that other photo site.
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Mural entitled "Shadow People 001" by Ally Grimm aka @a.l._grime for Titan Walls 2022, seen at the District Brew Yards, 417 North Ashland Avenue in the West Town area of Chicago, Illinois.
Drone photo by James aka Urbanmuralhunter on that other photo site.
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From my set entitled “Escarpment” (under development)
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In my collection entitled “Halton”
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Reproduced from Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Niagara_Escarpment
The Niagara Escarpment is a long escarpment, or cuesta, in the United States and Canada that runs westward from New York State, through Ontario, Michigan, Wisconsin and Illinois. It is composed of the Lockport geological formation of Silurian age, and is similar to the Onondaga geological formation, which runs parallel to it and just to the south, through the western portion of New York and southern Ontario. The escarpment is most famous as the cliff over which the Niagara River plunges to form Niagara Falls, for which it is named.
The Niagara Escarpment is the most prominent of several escarpments formed in the bedrock of the Great Lakes. It is traceable from its easternmost point in New York State, starting well east of the Genesee River Valley near Rochester, creating one large and two small waterfalls on the Genesee River in that city, thence running westwards to the Niagara River forming a deep gorge north of Niagara Falls, which itself cascades over the escarpment. In Southern Ontario it stretches along the Niagara Peninsula hugging close to the Lake Ontario shore near the cities of St. Catharines and Hamilton and Milton where it takes a sharp turn north toward Georgian Bay. It then follows the Georgian Bay shore northwestwards to form the spine of the Bruce Peninsula, Manitoulin, St. Joseph Island and other islands located in northern Lake Huron where it turns westerwards into the Upper Peninsula of northern Michigan, south of Sault Ste. Marie. It then extends southwards into Wisconsin following the Door Peninsula and then more inland from the western coast of Lake Michigan and Milwaukee ending northwest of Chicago near the Wisconsin-Illinois border.
In February 1990, the Niagara Escarpment was designated a World Biosphere Reserve by UNESCO, making it one of 12 in Canada. Development and land use adjacent to the escarpment is regulated and the biosphere protected by the Niagara Escarpment Commission, an agency of the Ontario government.
Mural entitled "Universal Language" by Greg Mike for Pow! Wow! Worcester 2017 mural festival seen at the Canterbury Street School, 129 Canterbury Street in Worcester, Massachusetts.
Photo by James aka @urbanmuralhunter on that other photo site.
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Mural entitled "Rainbow Cat" by PHYBER aka @phyber for the aWalls Mural Project, seen at the Citrus Grove Elementary School at 2153 Northwest 5th Street in Miami, Florida.
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Mural entitled "Float Lady" by @fabcrewart seen at 1026 Shelby Street in the Fountain Square area of Indianapolis, Indiana.
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Water drops refract the image of the United States flag behind them. Have a great 4th everyone!
When in the Course of human events it becomes necessary for one people to dissolve the political bands which have connected them with another and to assume among the powers of the earth, the separate and equal station to which the Laws of Nature and of Nature's God entitle them, a decent respect to the opinions of mankind requires that they should declare the causes which impel them to the separation.
We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness. --That to secure these rights, Governments are instituted among Men, deriving their just powers from the consent of the governed, --That whenever any Form of Government becomes destructive of these ends, it is the Right of the People to alter or to abolish it, and to institute new Government, laying its foundation on such principles and organizing its powers in such form, as to them shall seem most likely to effect their Safety and Happiness. Prudence, indeed, will dictate that Governments long established should not be changed for light and transient causes; and accordingly all experience hath shewn that mankind are more disposed to suffer, while evils are sufferable than to right themselves by abolishing the forms to which they are accustomed. But when a long train of abuses and usurpations, pursuing invariably the same object evinces a design to reduce them under absolute Despotism, it is their right, it is their duty, to throw off such Government, and to provide new guards for their future security. --Such has been the patient sufferance of these Colonies; and such is now the necessity which constrains them to alter their former Systems of Government. The history of the present King of Great Britain is a history of repeated injuries and usurpations, all having in direct object the establishment of an absolute Tyranny over these States. To prove this, let Facts be submitted to a candid world.
He has refuted his Assent to Laws, the most wholesome and necessary for the public good.
He has forbidden his Governors to pass Laws of immediate and pressing importance, unless suspended in their operation till his Assent should be obtained; and when so suspended, he has utterly neglected to attend to them.
He has refused to pass other Laws for the accommodation of large districts of people, unless those people would relinquish the right of Representation in the Legislature, a right inestimable to them and formidable to tyrants only.
He has called together legislative bodies at places unusual, uncomfortable, and distant from the depository of their Public Records, for the sole purpose of fatiguing them into compliance with his measures.
He has dissolved Representative Houses repeatedly, for opposing with manly firmness his invasions on the rights of the people.
He has refused for a long time, after such dissolutions, to cause others to be elected, whereby the Legislative Powers, incapable of Annihilation, have returned to the People at large for their exercise; the State remaining in the mean time exposed to all the dangers of invasion from without, and convulsions within.
He has endeavoured to prevent the population of these States; for that purpose obstructing the Laws for Naturalization of Foreigners; refusing to pass others to encourage their migrations hither, and raising the conditions of new Appropriations of Lands.
He has obstructed the Administration of Justice by refusing his Assent to Laws for establishing Judiciary Powers.
He has made Judges dependent on his Will alone for the tenure of their offices, and the amount and payment of their salaries.
He has erected a multitude of New Offices, and sent hither swarms of Officers to harass our people and eat out their substance.
He has kept among us, in times of peace, Standing Armies without the Consent of our legislatures.
He has affected to render the Military independent of and superior to the Civil Power.
He has combined with others to subject us to a jurisdiction foreign to our constitution, and unacknowledged by our laws; giving his Assent to their Acts of pretended Legislation:
For quartering large bodies of armed troops among us:
For protecting them, by a mock Trial from punishment for any Murders which they should commit on the Inhabitants of these States:
For cutting off our Trade with all parts of the world:
For imposing Taxes on us without our Consent:
For depriving us in many cases, of the benefit of Trial by Jury:
For transporting us beyond Seas to be tried for pretended offences:
For abolishing the free System of English Laws in a neighbouring Province, establishing therein an Arbitrary government, and enlarging its Boundaries so as to render it at once an example and fit instrument for introducing the same absolute rule into these Colonies
For taking away our Charters, abolishing our most valuable Laws and altering fundamentally the Forms of our Governments:
For suspending our own Legislatures, and declaring themselves invested with power to legislate for us in all cases whatsoever.
He has abdicated Government here, by declaring us out of his Protection and waging War against us.
He has plundered our seas, ravaged our Coasts burnt our towns, and destroyed the lives of our people.
He is at this time transporting large Armies of foreign Mercenaries to compleat the works of death, desolation, and tyranny, already begun with circumstances of Cruelty & Perfidy scarcely paralleled in the most barbarous ages, and totally unworthy the Head of a civilized nation.
He has constrained our fellow Citizens taken Captive on the high Seas to bear Arms against their Country, to become the executioners of their friends and Brethren, or to fall themselves by their Hands.
He has excited domestic insurrections amongst us, and has endeavoured to bring on the inhabitants of our frontiers, the merciless Indian Savages whose known rule of warfare, is an undistinguished destruction of all ages, sexes and conditions.
In every stage of these Oppressions We have Petitioned for Redress in the most humble terms: Our repeated Petitions have been answered only by repeated injury. A Prince, whose character is thus marked by every act which may define a Tyrant, is unfit to be the ruler of a free people.
Nor have We been wanting in attentions to our British brethren. We have warned them from time to time of attempts by their legislature to extend an unwarrantable jurisdiction over us. We have reminded them of the circumstances of our emigration and settlement here. We have appealed to their native justice and magnanimity, and we have conjured them by the ties of our common kindred to disavow these usurpations, which would inevitably interrupt our connections and correspondence. They too have been deaf to the voice of justice and of consanguinity. We must, therefore, acquiesce in the necessity, which denounces our Separation, and hold them, as we hold the rest of mankind, Enemies in War, in Peace Friends.
We, therefore, the Representatives of the United States of America, in General Congress, Assembled, appealing to the Supreme Judge of the world for the rectitude of our intentions, do, in the Name, and by Authority of the good People of these Colonies, solemnly publish and declare, That these United Colonies are, and of Right ought to be Free and Independent States, that they are Absolved from all Allegiance to the British Crown, and that all political connection between them and the State of Great Britain, is and ought to be totally dissolved; and that as Free and Independent States, they have full Power to levy War, conclude Peace contract Alliances, establish Commerce, and to do all other Acts and Things which Independent States may of right do. --And for the support of this Declaration, with a firm reliance on the protection of Divine Providence, we mutually pledge to each other our Lives, our Fortunes and our sacred Honor.
Mural entitled "Ring Around Rosie" depicting Rosemary Clooney, designed by Natalie Lanese and executed by students in the Artworks 2016 Summer Apprentice Program, seen at 1606 Pleasant Street in the Over the Rhine area of Cincinnati, Ohio.
Drone photo by James aka @urbanmuralhunter on that other photo site.
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The Silken whisper of Flickering Desires
A Chronicle
Adapted from the Final Entry Entitled:
Their Regal Gambit
Subtitled:
While Sherlock Holmes vacationed
The first score had been made, now for the Coup de Grace! So far their little operation had gone as smooth as silk, or in this case, satin. Now just to make sure the husband of the silken gowned brunette displaying the jewels in question was still safely out of the picture! Then Mollie would let her husband know that with the coast clear, freeing him to stage his approach of the lady in the long swishing satin gown he had been keeping an eye on all evening. The one who was wearing the exquisite necklace of fiery flickering diamonds, just daring someone to expertly slip it away the throat of its unsuspecting owner.
And therein lay the rub, She happily thought….
As Mollie made her way down the quiet corridor to the gentlemen’s smoking lounge, she lovingly played through her mind the series of unfortunate ( or fortunate?) events that had led her and her husband to this place. It had all began with an innocent one named Tabitha…….
Mollies’ Flash back
They had first come across Tabitha at a resort casino deep in the Catskills. Mollie and her husband had been there about three days, scoping out the grounds, and its wealthy clientele. At the casino they both spotted Tabitha at the same time. She was seated at a baccarat table, really standing out in an elegant dress of gold and black striped silk and velvet Her well-toned body displayed numerous pieces of expensive jewelry. A fat little purse dangled, unheeded by her side. Tabitha had held Mollie’s attention mainly due to the strong resemblance she had to herself. Tabitha’s jewelry, a flashy diamond journey style necklace, matching earrings, wide diamond tennis bracelet, and multiple gem encrusted rings, had held Mollies pickpocket husbands’.
Mollie went on to the bar and watched as her husband waited for the seat next to Tabitha to become vacant. Then he sat, asking for chips, while unobtrusively eyeing Tabitha’s bracelet. He began striking up a conversation with Tabitha, finding her to be an easy mark. He soon learned from the chatty girl that she was a divorced, upper executive for a well-known digital arts company servicing the movie industry. It was during this conversation that Tabitha babbled about the upscale, invitation only(you know), black tie formal ball she would be attending in England the next month. Now, as her husband was keeping Tabitha occupied Mollie had walked by the pair, ‘tripping’ into her husband, who palmed off to her , the diamond bracelet which had been ever so subtly slipped from around the unwary Tabatha’s’ wrist. Walking away with the bracelet secured in her purse, Mollie made her way to their small bungalow. Her husband did not break in his conversation with Tabitha; a mark would seldom suspect a friendly person of stealing from her.
Later that evening, Mollie wore the pricy bracelet while mutually admiring it over a bottle of merlot with her husband. They discussed the high-class affair Tabitha had been bragging about. Wistfully, Mollie admitted it was a shame they had not received an invite. Her husband smiled, and pulled a thickly embossed and crested envelope from his pocket. Easily adopting a British accent, he said “The silly little twit was carrying this in her purse!” The envelope revealed a pair of invitations to the Princess’s Jubilee Royal Ball. As the pair continued to empty the bottle of fine merlot, what had started as speculation, turned towards reality, and soon plans had been laid.
As they lay in bed later that night, Mollie turned to her husband, just think about the jewels that will be worn at the English Ball, she shivered with the delightful thoughts. Do you remember the last time we were in England? Mollie looked at her husband slyly, you remember, the Wriggling Whelp Whispering Wisk! She stated teasingly. Mollie knew the quickest way to get her husband’s goat was coming up with silly phrases to describe his more outlandish endeavors. Such phrases like The Tingling Touch Ice Melt, The Slippery Slick Taffeta Pull, The Glossy Gowned Dangling Peel, or her personal favorite, The Ticklish Wedge Clam Dip, never failed to get a response. In this case the response was a brief pillow fight leading into a romantic interlude, ending up with them in bed as they reminisced about the last time they had “visited” England a few years back…..
It had proven a fairly profitable venture with the jewelry alone netting almost 100,000 pounds. It all had culminated quite nicely at one of the posh events they had crashed that final weekend. Their final score had come about from a rambunctious doe eyed Fourteen year old in a shiny dress who had been oblivious to the valuably delicious gold pendent studded with small rubies and emeralds that sparkled ever so invitingly as it swung from her throat. A pair of matching dangling earrings dripped from her ears as she has run around unminded by her elders. Mollie had indignantly stated to her husband that the antique trinkets were simply just too expensive for a child so squirminly young to be trusted with. Her husband then went about the task to prove his wife correct in her statement.
After talking a bit about the English Girls parents reaction to the unsolved disappearance of their daughters ultra-pricey pendent , Mollie came back to the present and asked if the lady in the maroon silk that her husband pointed out the previous evening would be wearing the same jewels to the dance tomorrow night? Or better her husband replied sleepily, good Mollie pronounced, I did like her emeralds.
In Merry Ole England
They had arrived in England several weeks before the Royal Ball and began the preparations.
In an irony of fate, the profit they had realized from poor Tabitha’s bracelet had paid for a large chunk of their little excursion. Keeping his accent, and adding a trim beard, Mollies husband looked radically different from the man Tabitha had encountered. During the weeks following their arrival, the pair had practiced like they always did before undertaking a new venture. But this time it was with a more daring edge, they quite simply could not afford being caught red handed in a foreign country. Mollie assumed her practice the role. That of the richly dressed, well jeweled quarry. Her husband would stalk and attempt to relieve her of a piece of her jewelry as she went about her business, shopping! The idea being that, If he was able to do so without being caught by an obviously aware Mollie, than he should have no problem at the Royal Ball. As it usually happened when they practiced in this manner, her husband did incredibly well. Mollie had had several pieces of jewelry vanish from her person during the week, without her noticing how or when.
The final night of practice Mollie decided to dress to kill. Looking quite devastating in a glossy gold halter and a long brown velvet skirt with gold stiletto heels clicking as she moved. A diamond heart pendant hung down from her neck, swaying provocatively out from between her breasts. A bracelet, similar to Tabitha’s purloined diamonds, was wrapped around her wrist.
She left their penthouse and made her way to the street outside. Some type of festival was going on as she waded through the crowded streets to the nightclub. Her rings sparkled as they kept rhythm with her swaying diamond waterfall earrings. Just daring her husband to make a move for any of them.
Mollie drank and danced the night away with no hide or hair of her husband until she returned late that evening to their apartment. She found him in the hot tub, smirking. She undressed and joined him. Okay, how did u do it she demanded? I felt nothing, no one bumped or brushed against me all evening that I was not aware of. He opened his fist, allowing her heart diamond pendant to dangle freely in front of her. A magician never reveals his tricks my little cat, he purred, as the pendant swayed in a sparkling arch.
Cat was short for “Cat Lady”, a moniker he had placed upon her when she had broken into a sleeping woman’s room and removed the jewels from her gold case, and even managed to slip off a ring she was wearing. The fact that she was passed out in a drunken stupor, still dressed in her long party gown, didn’t count , or so her husband teased.
You should have been a surgeon! , my dear, Mollie exclaimed with pride. Then she leaned towards him, her green eyes gleaming in earnest, time for a real practice run Mon Cherie, she said in dead seriousness. Then Her eyes opened wide, I got it she exclaimed, I’ll call it The Slinking Sneaky Shearing Snag she pronounced joyfully, getting a face full of water in reply to her effort. Okay Cat, let’s get down to business he retorted, I know just the affair. Mollie listened intensively as her Husband described their next plans, derived while eavesdropping on a couple of ladies shopping in a jewelers.
The next weekend (two weeks to the evening before the Royal Ball) Mollie found herself at a quaint upscale wedding reception held in the large gardens of a country church. She was attired in the same bewitching ensemble that she had been wearing on the final night of practice. Her only jewels were a recently acquired pair of sparkly cascading earrings set with emeralds and diamonds. The affair of the plump piqued peacock plucking she had mused while getting dressed. The only other exception was that the long fiery red hair she had inherited from her Irish namesake grandmother had been cut and dyed blond. Blue contacts had also been added to the disguise to hide her vivid green eyes.
They soon targeted an older jewel laden snob at the reception. An older lady , well jeweled, of the arrogant know it all, obey me totally type whom everyone tries to avoid. While Mollie engaged the mark in a mostly one sided conversation(the older ladies) the lady had become so deeply engrossed about talking about herself and her ties with royalty, that she never detected being relieved of a heirloom antique gold chain and jeweled pendent by Mollies husband who had approached her unnoticed from behind.
It was all Mollie could do no to bring attention to it by looking at the wickedly expensive piece as it was slipped up and away from the Dowager’s ruffled heavy satin blouse.
This time it was mollies turn to keep chatting as her husband headed to the door. He had almost made it when two youths ran into him as they scurried away from a rather sullen looking tween girl they had been teasing, and now were in possession of her purse. Mollie stole a look as she saw her husband topple onto the chasing girl. He managed to extracted himself from the girls long slinky gown that she had probably been forced into by an overly conceited mother. He apologized, and left the girl to go after her antagonizes. Later, when Mollie had caught up to him she teased him about his clumsiness. He just smiled, and pulled out from his vest pocket the most exquisitely matched pearls that the youth had been openly displaying from around her throat and wrist at the reception!
They were, most definitely, ready. The fated evening could not come soon enough. But it finally did.
They had had no problem with using the fancy invitations to gain entrance. Security was heavy, as expected, but with a very lax atmosphere. Mollie was wearing the salmon coloured gown she had had especially made for such occasions, her new blond hair style and the blue contacts. In a coup foray of sorts, Mollie wore the pearls that had been taken by her husband during his run in with the sullen girl at the wedding reception. Her husband was wearing his usual tux with a hand tied bowtie. His ruffled sleeves easily moved up and down along his wrists.
Mollie and her husband split up, each spending the first few hours mingling solo, and taking it all in as they thoroughly enjoyed the Ball and all its many stimulating attractions. It had gone smooth as silk. Spending the first few hours prowling while the guests liquored up Mollie scoping out exactly the right candidates. Dangling jewels with easy clasps were everywhere!, it was surprising how the best of jewel makers skimped on the clasps required to keep the expensive pieces in place. Clothing also made a difference. Silks and satins were quiet and slipped easily. Taffeta could be whispery, more of a challenge. Velvet could easily snag as a piece was being lifted. But these were the costliest of materials, and the wearers would logically be wearing the costlier of jewelry.
Mollie and her husband regrouped several hours later, unobtrusively under the pretense of dancing. Gently discussing their plans. They settled on three likely prospects amongst the almost three hundred present. The first was an older spinster type wearing a luxurious dress of embroidered navy silk and displaying jewelry studded with diamonds and sapphires. The second was a middle aged snotty blonde wearing a shamelessly low cut green silk taffeta gown (which Mollie secretly liked)wearing a thick gold bracelet studded with vulgarly large rubies surrounded by a sea of small sparkly diamonds. She was alone, and a heavy drinker. The third was a longshot. A lanky , flighty brunette wearing immensely valuable jewels of blindingly sparkling Diamonds. Her necklace alone was in the upper hundred thousand range, with a clasp that was one of the easiest to coax open. The only problem was that she came with an obviously newlywed husband who doted on her every move. Both were heavy drinkers, and if he would only leave his wife’s side for, say about fifteen minutes, the necklace would be theirs!
They had decided that any one of the three would produce results worth a king’s ransom, appropriately enough, all things considered. The plan was for her husband to take his time selecting the easiest jewel to acquire from amongst the ones the three marks were displaying , make his move, and pass it off to Mollie who would leave forthwith, while her husband stayed a little while longer to make sure everything remained calm before making his exit stage right via the hallway.
As Mollie went to her station, she saw the Blue silken lady, along with her sapphires and diamonds, leaving with a rather unsavory looking male, eyeing her with a look Mollie knew all too well. Mollie decided to follow them, thinking to herself that some women are just prone to being victimized. Good luck with that one Mollie thought unkindly, as she stole one last look at the ladies glistening sapphires, hope he leaves her with something she sarcastically wished wickedly to the couple’s backside as they went out the exit at the end of the hall. One down and out she thought. Then she spied the husband of the newlywed pair heading down the hall towards her with an older, grey bearded man. Getting close she heard them talking about the Gentlemen’s smoking lounge. Mollie decided to give her husband a signal, but when she found him he was already in the arms of the blond. Molly immediately noticed the absence of the jeweled bracelet from his partners’ wrist. She went back to her table. Immediately she was set upon by some drunken snob asking her to dance. She allowed herself to be taken up into his arms. Spending a few unenchanting minutes with Mr. two left feet, before her husband tapped him on the shoulder cutting in. They danced, Mollie placing a hand into his pocket and feeling something cold and metal wrapped her hand around it. Looking him in the eyes she told him about the now unguarded bride, as she palmed the willowy blonde’s bracelet. They decided to go for it, and as the music ended, Mollie made her way to the hall, where she secreted the blondes bracelet safely away
One down, one more to go! An exquisite necklace of flickering diamonds waiting to be nimbly slipped away from the throat of its unsuspecting wearer. Now just to make sure the husband of the silken gowned brunette displaying the jewels in question was still safely out of the picture! Then to let her husband know that with the coast clear, he was free to stage his approach of the lady in the long swishing satin gown he had been keeping a drooling eye on all evening. The one wearing the exquisite necklace of flickering diamonds waiting to be so expertly slipped away from the throat of its unsuspecting wearer.
She was able to see the groom in windowed room, the husband and his friend were smoking a pair of long cigars and drinking brandy in large glass snifters. Mollie passed unnoticed as she mad e her way to the ladies powder room. He was still there, only halfway through a long stogie as she passed again on her way back. Neither time was she observed. Mollie mad her way back to the Ballroom. She sat down at one side of the room, once again allowing the sights of so many bejeweled women to soak in. Her husband was dancing with a lady in a flowing red ball gown, jewels sparkling in abundance, not aware of the danger so close at hand, nor that even with her husband and his particular skill set so close to them, that at that moment nothing could be safer from his fingertips. Finally she caught her husband’s eye. Mollie innocently rubbed a finger along the side of her nose, a subtle signal that it was safe for him to precede.
Mollie was now uncharacteristically having butterflies in her stomach; it was a huge gamble, trying to get away with a pair of thefts in this inhospitable atmosphere. She kept second guessing herself, Bird in hand she kept thinking. But the lure was too great, and it was with a heavy sigh of relief when Mollie saw her husband finally kiss the hand of the young bride after their dance. Mollie could see that she was no longer sporting the thin silver necklace and its row of at least two caret diamonds that had been encircling her throat with their rippling flashy brilliance all evening. Molly stayed put, not daring to leave until her husband had brushed by her in passing and made his way out the hallway to the exit. She waited for a long fifteen minutes, then curling her hand around the necklace that had been dropped into her lap as he had passed; she gained the safety of the hallway. Just in time. For coming down the hallway was none other than the lady in the long luxurious gown and now bare throats groom and his distinguished looking friend. She passed by them, feeling the men eyeing her with roving wolfish gazes. Then she passed them, and proceeded unhindered to once again enter the ladies’ powder room where the necklace soon joined with the Blondes bracelet in its hiding spot.. Than calmly Mollie left, walking past two security Bobbies, virtually unnoticed. The Groom had been absolutely ignorant to the fact that his young Bride’s ridiculously valuable necklace had walked right past him out the door.
Mollie did not let herself really breathe until she had gained the safety of the street. She allowed herself to imagine the commotion as the news of the missing jewels were circulated around the cavernous Ballroom. There would be a flurry of activity, flashes and sparkles as the women checked themselves reassuringly that they were still in possession of their trinkets. Mollie would have loved to have stayed and watched, but obviously could not do so. She rejoined her husband at their meeting place and they drove off. They made their way to Ireland where they spent a cautious week touring before leaving for the states.
Once the profit was realized from their haul that eventful evening, including obnoxious Dowagers the jeweled antique pendent, and was added in to the modest amount they had already accumulated from previous adventures, Mollie and her husband were able to retire to Ireland and live quite an unpretentious life together in a small stone manor in the woods.
Courtesy of Chatwick University Archives
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