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The sun had not been everpresent during August in the garden...But the other sun- the colourful one, was steadily... explosive!! ( By the way, this is a heart of a Rosa's Gallica Officinalis bloom)
The River Wye just above Bakewell's Pack Horse Bridge.
The photo is taken from the sheepfold upstream of the bridge. The water here both comes together, and divides, the result of two mill races. The water from Richard Arkwrights mill at Lumford rejoins here, Whilst to my left and behind me a smaller mill stream feeds the Victoria Mill at Millford. The latter is, this year,(2018) well and truly overgrown, although the water still flows clear, providing a habitat for all manner of small wildlife. Moorhens and Coots are everpresent !
Unusually there is a small amount of foam wherever the river finds a cascade, a recent phenomenon that coincides with the building of a new supermarket upstream of the mill. I worry that this may be because of disturbing the ground on which an old factory was built, now demolished. Lets hope not!
This model of Mongo was built on a combination of 3 x 5 32 stud baseboards, with Ming's Palace covering an area of 3 x 2 32 stud baseboards. It stood approximately 5 feet high to the top of the spires.
I have had many questions about the availability of Flash Gordon Lego sets but as far as I can see these have never been produced by the Lego Group. We built the whole thing with official Lego parts - no special custom prints or elements were used, even on the minifigs.
Some people asked why we didn't use the 1930's Flash Gordon serials (in Black & White) as a basis for the models. We did consider this but decided we didn't have enough grey bricks...
As well as celebrating the excellent film made in 1980, it was built for an annual miniature war-game exhibition in London called Salute which took place in April in 2019.
At the exhibition we played a series of linked games based on the plot of the film and thats another reason why I wanted to include so many of the key locations featured in the movie. We devised a unique set of rules that exclusively used Lego for all aspects of play including game-sheets and randomising skill tests and combat etc.
The model was also on show at the Galaxy-Con event in Feb 2020, Jersey (Channel Islands) own comic con event.
I didn't count the parts but I'm estimating that we used in excess of 30,000. The whole thing (Arboria, Palace, Spaceships and all) took about 4 months of evenings to build. I couldn't have finished it in time for the show without help from a dedicated group of friends, especially my good friend Simon who helped right from the concept stage, assisted in sourcing and sorting parts and was an everpresent help right through to its completion.
I have no idea how many of these I have found on beach cleanups. A thousand perhaps. From all around the world. This one is a product from Latvia, but they show up from South African, Chinese, Caribbean and European producers too. Unneccessary and avoidable marine litter.
A celebration of Aboriginal and Torres Straits Islanders art, life and culture at the National Gallery Singapore during Ever - Present : First Peoples Art of Australia exhibition.
A celebration of Aboriginal and Torres Straits Islanders art, life and culture at the National Gallery Singapore during Ever - Present : First Peoples Art of Australia exhibition
Orange and yellow are two of my favourite colours, and I have lots in the garden !! In the Keukenhof Gardens of Holland (www.keukenhof.nl/en/ ) they are everpresent, together with all the rainbow colours! Unfortunately, last Spring was very ….rainy, like this one…Let’s hope, that until the end of April, when we are visiting Keukenhof, things will get better….
Happy weekend all! It never ceases to amaze me the wildlife that strolls through my little plot here in town....bunnies, fox, opossum, groundhogs, raccoons, and of course the everpresent squirrels!
A celebration of Aboriginal and Torres Straits Islanders art, life and culture at the National Gallery Singapore during Ever - Present : First Peoples Art of Australia exhibition
A celebration of Aboriginal and Torres Straits Islanders art, life and culture at the National Gallery Singapore during Ever - Present : First Peoples Art of Australia exhibition
(Something I wrote some time ago...thought it went well with the scene, our first stormy day in a long, long time...hence the title) I took this pic today...
What shall I do when a storm surrounds me?
As the clouds cover up the sky and darkness is everpresent.
What shall I do when the winds try to push me aside?
As the rain begins to pour, and there is no place to hide-
What shall I do to seek refuge?
Can you hear me calling you?
Do you see me in my hour of need?
I am brought to my knees as the storm increases in strength.
And yet, I am not moved.
For you have anchored me in you-
And rather I be tossed about, I find myself gaining ground.
The storm begins to subside-
A glimmer of light breaks through the clouds-
My life is once again, steadfast without stormy interruption.
Orange and yellow are two of my favourite colours, and I have lots in the garden !! In the Keukenhof Gardens of Holland (www.keukenhof.nl/en/ ) they are everpresent, together with all the rainbow colours! Unfortunately, last Spring was very ….rainy, like this one…Let’s hope, that until the end of April, when we are visiting Keukenhof, things will get better….
Jean Nouvel's 23 story 100 11th Ave is a luxury condominium building that is apparently a descendent from his famous Arab World Institute in Paris - materially as well as conceptually. Nouvel's work is becoming known for its use of innovative building technologies to generate architecture that speaks to its cultural, urban and historical contexts while relishing in intricacies of design that yield fascinating effects at the macro scale.
100 11th Ave features one of the most highly engineered and technologically advanced curtain wall systems ever constructed in New York City, - "a gently curving, glittering mosaic of nearly 1,700 different-sized panes of colorless glass, each set at a unique angle and torque, sheathing one of the most meticulously customized, high performance residential addresses in the nation." (dezeen)
The facade is constructed in segments of 11 to 16 feet tall and up to 37 feet across in which each panel of transparent glass is slightly tilted to generate a slightly different degree of transparency from any given position - apparently inspired by the stained glass windows of the gothic chapel, Saint Chapelle in Paris, although I'm not sure I completely see the relation.
Nonetheless, the facade is certainly a poetic statement about variability and fragmentation - everpresent themes in New York City - and succeeds in creating an alluring, and always changing jewel in Chelsea, although it will cost you $1.6 to $22 M to really partake in owning a unit in the building.
The building also incorporates a revolutionary mullioned street-wall rising 7 storys from the base at a distance of 15 feet from the actual facade - this creates an intermediate, semi-enclosed atrium that will incorporate vegetation, balconies and an open-air dining area for restaurant.
A final note - the building sits across the street from Frank Gehry's IAC, down the street from Shigeru Ban's Metal Shutter House, and just a short walk from the High Line. Each project takes a distinctly different approach to the city and it's always a bit amusing to see how these big name architects approach projects in the same neighbourhood.
During the end of August the golden colours are everpresent in the garden! This is an adorable , sunkissed from behind, Hemerocallis.
Constructed in 1942, Vint Hill Farms Station (VHFS) was a listening post in Faquier County, Virginia, operated by the National Security Agency, US Army and subordinate agencies. In the 80s, its SIGINT capacity was redistributed to other bases and was closed in 1993 by the Base Realignment And Closure Commission. Most of the buildings have been razed to make room for housing developments; the barracks, shown here, are currently being considered for redevelopment as an elderly care and assisted living facility. Much of the barracks have been gutted, security and nosy neighbors are everpresent. The leaking roof is contributing to a very thick mold infestation and there's probably still asbestos inside, so it remains to be seen if anyone will invest the huge sum to make this place habitable again.
A celebration of Aboriginal and Torres Straits Islanders art, life and culture at the National Gallery Singapore during Ever - Present : First Peoples Art of Australia exhibition.
Orange and yellow are two of my favourite colours, and I have lots in the garden !! In the Keukenhof Gardens of Holland (www.keukenhof.nl/en/ ) they are everpresent, together with all the rainbow colours! Unfortunately, last Spring was very ….rainy, like this one…Let’s hope, that until the end of April, when we are visiting Keukenhof, things will get better….
James Tate - Dream On
Some people go their whole lives
without ever writing a single poem.
Extraordinary people who don't hesitate
to cut somebody's heart or skull open.
They go to baseball games with the greatest of ease.
and play a few rounds of golf as if it were nothing.
These same people stroll into a church
as if that were a natural part of life.
Investing money is second nature to them.
They contribute to political campaigns
that have absolutely no poetry in them
and promise none for the future.
They sit around the dinner table at night
and pretend as though nothing is missing.
Their children get caught shoplifting at the mall
and no one admits that it is poetry they are missing.
The family dog howls all night,
lonely and starving for more poetry in his life.
Why is it so difficult for them to see
that, without poetry, their lives are effluvial.
Sure, they have their banquets, their celebrations,
croquet, fox hunts, their sea shores and sunsets,
their cocktails on the balcony, dog races,
and all that kissing and hugging, and don't
forget the good deeds, the charity work,
nursing the baby squirrels all through the night,
filling the birdfeeders all winter,
helping the stranger change her tire.
Still, there's that disagreeable exhalation
from decaying matter, subtle but everpresent.
They walk around erect like champions.
They are smooth-spoken and witty.
When alone, rare occasion, they stare
into the mirror for hours, bewildered.
There was something they meant to say, but didn't:
"And if we put the statue of the rhinoceros
next to the tweezers, and walk around the room three times,
learn to yodel, shave our heads, call
our ancestors back from the dead--"
poetrywise it's still a bust, bankrupt.
You haven't scribbled a syllable of it.
You're a nowhere man misfiring
the very essence of your life, flustering
nothing from nothing and back again.
The hereafter may not last all that long.
Radiant childhood sweetheart,
secret code of everlasting joy and sorrow,
fanciful pen strokes beneath the eyelids:
all day, all night meditation, knot of hope,
kernel of desire, pure ordinariness of life
seeking, through poetry, a benediction
or a bed to lie down on, to connect, reveal,
explore, to imbue meaning on the day's extravagant labor.
And yet it's cruel to expect too much.
It's a rare species of bird
that refuses to be categorized.
Its song is barely audible.
It is like a dragonfly in a dream--
here, then there, then here again,
low-flying amber-wing darting upward
then out of sight.
And the dream has a pain in its heart
the wonders of which are manifold,
or so the story is told.
Anas platyrhynchos
There must be millions of photos of these everpresent birds - we take them for granted. But to see this wonderful glowing colour on a dull, overcast, freezing cold winter's day is a joy.
A celebration of Aboriginal and Torres Straits Islanders art, life and culture at the National Gallery Singapore during Ever - Present : First Peoples Art of Australia exhibition.
So here I am in Las Vegas, looking for some good grit. And I find this vacant lot full of dead forgotten palms and conifers in giant wood-crate planters. The place is strewn with garbage - exactly what I'm looking for - but someone calls out to me before I climb the wall. It's a very kind man at a nearby hotel who says... Trust me, you do not want to go there. It's not safe for a "girl" like you. But (and here's the good part) if you like, you can shoot from the roof of my hotel.
So I follow him inside and up a couple of flights of stairs, and then down a hall to a rusty metal ladder leading onto the roof. He goes first and opens up the hatch. I follow, lugging all my gear. The view from the top is great and yes... I can see that it would have been very very dumb of me to go into that dead urban forest. My newly-made friend and accomplice brings his camera too, and we exchange email addresses so we can swap photos.
Back at my hotel, I open up my email and see that he has sent me this - me on the roof with the beautiful desolate dead forsaken Las Vegas forest in the background. And once again I find myself grateful for the kindness of strangers. This is a memento I never could have captured for myself - and proof of an experience that, right this minute, seems more than a little unreal.
A celebration of Aboriginal and Torres Straits Islanders art, life and culture at the National Gallery Singapore during Ever - Present : First Peoples Art of Australia exhibition.
A celebration of Aboriginal and Torres Straits Islanders art, life and culture at the National Gallery Singapore during Ever - Present : First Peoples Art of Australia exhibition.
Jean Nouvel's 23 story 100 11th Ave is a luxury condominium building that is apparently a descendent from his famous Arab World Institute in Paris - materially as well as conceptually. Nouvel's work is becoming known for its use of innovative building technologies to generate architecture that speaks to its cultural, urban and historical contexts while relishing in intricacies of design that yield fascinating effects at the macro scale.
100 11th Ave features one of the most highly engineered and technologically advanced curtain wall systems ever constructed in New York City, - "a gently curving, glittering mosaic of nearly 1,700 different-sized panes of colorless glass, each set at a unique angle and torque, sheathing one of the most meticulously customized, high performance residential addresses in the nation." (dezeen)
The facade is constructed in segments of 11 to 16 feet tall and up to 37 feet across in which each panel of transparent glass is slightly tilted to generate a slightly different degree of transparency from any given position - apparently inspired by the stained glass windows of the gothic chapel, Saint Chapelle in Paris, although I'm not sure I completely see the relation.
Nonetheless, the facade is certainly a poetic statement about variability and fragmentation - everpresent themes in New York City - and succeeds in creating an alluring, and always changing jewel in Chelsea, although it will cost you $1.6 to $22 M to really partake in owning a unit in the building.
The building also incorporates a revolutionary mullioned street-wall rising 7 storys from the base at a distance of 15 feet from the actual facade - this creates an intermediate, semi-enclosed atrium that will incorporate vegetation, balconies and an open-air dining area for restaurant.
A final note - the building sits across the street from Frank Gehry's IAC, down the street from Shigeru Ban's Metal Shutter House, and just a short walk from the High Line. Each project takes a distinctly different approach to the city and it's always a bit amusing to see how these big name architects approach projects in the same neighbourhood.
The everpresent Black Mercedes in Pyongyang. But to be fair Koreans in Yanji China love them as well. Status in this part of Asia seems to be a black Mercedes or a black Audi.
Three weeks after the attacks on Paris, signs of peace and solidarity are still everpresent on the streets of the capital.
A celebration of Aboriginal and Torres Straits Islanders art, life and culture at the National Gallery Singapore during Ever - Present : First Peoples Art of Australia exhibition
I headed to Bridlewood Wetlands for a few minutes after work. It appears that the grebes are gone but the everpresent mallards and coots provide lovely portraits. There was also the scaup and some female ruddy ducks.
Zero prizes for originality!
I'll probably break out this weekend in frustration and the need for a bit of sunshine - This enforced lockdown's beginning to bite harder than ever before... Despite topping up the feeders all I'm seeing here is the everpresent herring gulls, odd pigeons that are usually too far and too fast .to be caught in the restricted sky window I have to use when window shooting. And sometimes corvids.
A celebration of Aboriginal and Torres Straits Islanders art, life and culture at the National Gallery Singapore during Ever - Present : First Peoples Art of Australia exhibition
A celebration of Aboriginal and Torres Straits Islanders art, life and culture at the National Gallery Singapore during Ever - Present : First Peoples Art of Australia exhibition
A celebration of Aboriginal and Torres Straits Islanders art, life and culture at the National Gallery Singapore during Ever - Present : First Peoples Art of Australia exhibition.
I am often asked why I never post photographs of myself.
The truth is, I've never really liked myself.
At age 27 I hit "rock bottom", after spending my teens and early/mid-twenties trapped in a cycle of self-harm and suicidal ideation.
I hit rock bottom on June 12, 2017. That same day I decided to retool my hatred and self-loathing, using it as fuel to create a new, more fulfilling existence.
Through rational self-analysis, I identified the aspects of my personality I despised and what triggered their manifestation. Through a new-found love of weight lifting, I ground those detrimental aspects of my psyche out of me.
Through sheer force of will I broke myself down physically, mentally and emotionally, and from the ashes I reconstructed an individual I could tolerate, if not fully accept.
While I am still susceptible to episodes of soul-scraping depression and self-loathing, those episodes are few and far between (think every two or three years rather than every waking moment.)
Potentiality is a wellspring of ever-present hope, and that is what keeps me going. Inner peace still eludes me, however, which means there are still loftier and more ambitious accomplishments to strive for.
For now, these words and this photograph are as close to a portrait of O . . .Phuck!™ (a.k.a. Prichard Nixon!) as you get.
"You are allowed to be a masterpiece and a work-in-progress simultaneously." - Sophia Bush
"ENCOUNTERS AT THE END OF THE WORLD”
ARTIST: KELSEY ELIASSON / CANADA
This was my favorite Street Art Mural in Churchill, Manitoba, Canada. The colors were so vivid and really love the wildlife theme.
Below is the artists statement from www.seawallschurchill.ca/
I paint the dreams and the memories of wildlife
encounters; bold primary colours translate the emotional impact of these moments.
The bears stand as a record of Churchill as it is today, they are
based on real bears that I have met over the years. This trinity may be seen as the ‘Father Son and Holy Ghost’ of Churchill’s main drag, as watchers presiding over Churchill’s fate or simply as the three sides of every northern story.
As the two first bears weather and likely disappear, the everpresent beluga whales will emerge to take their place as the focal point of the piece. The third bear will also remain, as a somewhat mysterious and judgmental figure.
SIDE NOTE: Kelsey is a bear guide, photographer, and filmmaker who splits his time between Churchill and Whitehorse.
artist instagram: @polarbearalley / website: polarbearalley.com
A celebration of Aboriginal and Torres Straits Islanders art, life and culture at the National Gallery Singapore during Ever - Present : First Peoples Art of Australia exhibition
Some days you could lay down
in the middle of the road and
never have to move
The wind was always in your face
refreshing you while making waves
in the yellow green grass that
runs up the nearby hills
The everpresent sound of the
ocean was there to remind you
that you were at the edge of a
great continent
I could have lived there forever
the sea and the land sharing
their bounty with me
an everpresent street object in japan - vending machine. hongu, wakayama, japan
note that some drinks have red coloured labels. those are served hot and usually include some instant coffee, sometimes green tea and every once in a while also a soup. many vending machines are accompanied by a thrash can because otherwise there's no way of disposing your waste outdoors in japan
A meadow full of wild flowers looks like a blue carpet leading into the forest in Yosemite National Park. This is one of the reasons that Yosemite is best visited in springtime. Flowering trees, bushes, and grasses, flowing waterfalls, the rushing Merced River, wildlife, and the everpresent granite walls and mountains.
In its full glory, the hidden Inca city of Machu Picchu. The city plaza is the large rectangle of grass in the middle ground with the llamas lazing about. Behind it the towering Waynapicchu and the everpresent cloudbanks.
One of the everpresent Burning Man sandstorms floats the Temple. Photographed on iPhone 6S on August 30, 2016 in Black Rock City, NV.
Lest people think that all I saw on my vacation was grimy ALCO's. The beautiful city of Udaipur from Karni Mata hill which can be reached by a short cable car ride. The city dates back to 1553 and was built around a series of artificial lakes that date back several hundred years earlier. The city draws many tourists and some of the most famous attractions including the lake palace and city palace are visible in the photo. Unfortunately even here the everpresent Indian smog hides the distant hills but that is what you get with almost no pollution restrictions, something for those who think that is a good idea to consider....
If you stand on the west bank of Bronte Creek, you can get both lighthouses in alignment. It was a grey overcast day, but much warmer than the rest of the weekend.
Of course, there is one of the everpresent fishermen.
I had just got booted outta Jazz Fest because my 'credentials' weren't 'real'...
can you believe that shit?
You can't get access as a photographer unless you 'sell your pictures'... if you shoot because you wanna share the love they'll throw your ass out on the street.
That's where the love is anyway.
I know... there needs to be rules or everybody would just misbehave and stuff.
Of course I'd still push it if there weren't any rules I'm sure.
I really kinda wanted a piece of Ira Sullivan's birthday cake backstage there.
Viewminder gets tossed!
'No cake for you!'
Then I got chewed out by the guy sellin' Jesus 'cause I didn't have any cashish in my pocket to buy a 'ticket to heaven' after I shot him up close...
He sure wasn't too forgiving of my lack of coin.
'No heavenly paradise for you!'
But a prestidigitating practitioner of the Luciferian 'dark arts'... the street magician that I shot next... he showed me some love.
The irony!
Right after all that I met Peter Michaels.
Peter had come to repay Cecil three dollars that he owed him for a 'round of chess' that they played sometime before.
Cecil wouldn't take the money.
Peter insisted.
Cecil wouldn't have it.
Seein' that I figured Peter must be alright and Cecil told him that I was a photographer.
I needed to 'reset my mojo' and sittin' down on the concrete wall there on Michigan Avenue across from Cecil's chess tables was the place to do it.
Other than his name, I don't know anything about Peter Michaels.
We didn't get into 'who we were'... we talked about 'where we were.'
It was a long conversation about the moment.
Sitting on the wall we talked about what was going on around us.
During our exchange of observations I just started shooting Peter as we talked.
He asked a lot of questions about my camera and why I shot the way that I did... how it was and what it all meant.
I noticed he had on nice shoes and when I went to show him some shots on the back of the camera he hadda put on his glasses.
As soon as he could see the shots it just lit him up...
It does that to everyone it seems like.
There's this moment of explosive joy.
I don't know if I can explain it.
The energy changes and it's like we become instant friends.
There's really something to that moment if you break it down.
And I haven't broken it down yet.
Peter dug the shots and I gave him a card and told him he could find them here.
He said he doesn't use the computer.
I accused him of being 'half amish and half rastafarian.'
'Amirastamofo!'
Peter left... still talking and joking with me as he walked backwards into the night.
I thought I heard the muffled notes of a flugelhorn in the still air underneath the everpresent background hum of the city.
Faces on the street
Chicago 9.4.11
35mm 1.8 cropped square expo and contrast all funky'd up
Riot Miles Davis on the trumpet and Wayne Shorter on the tenor sax.