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Manchester City Transport employed a full-time photographer for much of its existence, but you may be surprised to hear that this worthy took few pictures of buses, trolleybuses or trams.
Most of their work was connected either with the Transport Department's property, perhaps recording new structures or taking progress photographs of construction work; or for insurance purposes, taking pictures of damage to vehicles or property.
We're not quite sure why the photographer took this photo close to East Didsbury & Parrs Wood station, but Manchester's Parrs Wood garage was just out of shot to the right. It may have been in conjunction with road safety at this junction, or perhaps road improvements were planned. Either way, it's an interesting little photo of an everyday scene.
The date must be after 1959 when the railway line was electrified, and with the cars we can see we're going to take an educated guess that the photo was taken around 1962 or 1963.
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Sakharibazar, Old Dhaka, 2011
Normal people with extraordinary lifestyles
Along with smile and the gloomy, here life has its own rhyme, has its own colour.
Time passed by, humanity changed along with its history...
But these people remained here tolerating the hardest truth of existences
..........its their story of extraordinary existences.
Sakharibazar, Old Dhaka. A very interesting place for all of us to visit. Culture and customs of old Dhaka are the tribute to the ancient history of Bangladesh. Peoples still living in 100 years old building from generations after generations. With the reflection of their religious beauty Old Dhaka attracts peoples from here and abroad.
Shakhari Bazaar is one of the oldest mohallas (a traditional neighbourhood) in Puran Dhaka (Old Dhaka), located near the intersection of Islampur Road and Nawabpur Road;the two main arteries of the old city and only a block away from the Buriganga River. Shakhari Bazaar stretches along a narrow lane, lined with thin slices of richly decorated brick buildings, built during the late Mughal or Colonial period. Despite rampant modifications, accretion, extension over time, even redevelopment, many still bear the testimony of a rich tradition.
Shakhari Bazaar is the manifestation of the irrational policies, lack of adequate development control rules and distorted legal framework, all of which have left their indelible mark on this precious little mohalla that shares a long history of more than 400 years with Dhaka city itself.The history of Shakhari Bazaar goes back to the pre-Mughal days if not earlier. The first mention of Puran Dhaka can be found in the writings of Mirza Nathan, the general turned historian, who traveled with Subahdar Islam Khan. He mentioned Puran Dhaka, as the area between Dholai Khal and Buriganga river covering Shakhari Bazaar, Tanti Bazaar, Bangla Bazaar, Lakhsmi Bazaar, Bangla Bazaar, Kamar Nagar, Sutar Nagar, Goala Nagar, etc. Each mohalla belonged to separate communities depending on their craft and trade. The influences of the Mughal vocabulary in the planning of the spaces are literally evident in the use of Persian names to identify different spaces..
Georges Alexandre Malkine (1898 – 1970) was a French Surrealist artist. Malkine was considered to have lived the most surreal existence possible, refusing to be restricted by any particular career and allowing fate to lead him through many adventures.
The Republican Party is at a critical crossroad and its very existence, as we have known it, is at stake. We have seen that even the most intelligent politicos make huge miscalculations and blunders. From being so blatantly obstructionist (Mitch McConnell famously stated the GOP's primary goal was to make Obama a one term President) to thinking that Donald Trump could not ever be taken seriously as the Republican nominee, these leaders of conservative political thought keep making bad decisions. Bad for them, not for their liberal opposition. They are the party of NO! —just on partisan principles, not for the good of the country. Their decision, hours after Supreme Court Justice Anton Scalia's death, to refuse to consider any justice nominee President Obama put forward, is the latest proof of that. Even George Will, ultra-conservative and erudite writer for The Washington Post, questions his party's nominee trajectory.
The GOP is becoming an isolated island of anger and unmet promises. Their base is angry because they have failed to deliver not one of their promises for limited government and lower taxes. More importantly, rather than help middle class Americans retrain for the world of the 21st century, they bicker and play politics.
The party says it wants to be more inclusive and wants to help people, but their actions show otherwise. There has been no legislation on immigration. Party members make misogynistic remarks and support oppression of minorities in the name of religious freedom.
They're inviting you to the island but they really don't want you there.
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Remains of a broken floating dock located at the south end of Seaside Park in Bridgeport, Connecticut.
Yesterday (June 30, 2021), was truly the end of an era in northern New Jersey. For the entirety of my life, The Fireplace was a constant fixture. It was a restaurant in Paramus, NJ. It was the local burger joint, but they didn't just do burgers. Not fast food, but not diner food. The decor was very outdated and kitschy, but that was part of the allure. It never changed. Very little about this place had changed since the 1950s. The restaurant had been in existence for 65 years. And, I guess, like most things, everyone just assumed it would always be there....just like it always had.
Until, it wasn't. A few months ago, there were rumors on FB that they were going to go out of business. Another business victim of COVID. But the owners put everyone's fears to rest. And then, late at night on July 29th, they put up a new message saying that their last day would be "tomorrow". Open until 4pm. I was fortunate enough to be off for the summer, so I decided I wanted one last Fireplace meal. And I wanted pictures. I was not alone. I got there and found a HUGE line. The whole community had come out. It was a three hour long line. (And the announcement changed from "closing at 4pm" to "closing at 4pm or when food runs out".) And I endured it.
In the heat. I had had no sleep (because that's just how things go for me), I had eaten nothing all day, and by the time I was almost at the counter, I had low blood sugar, was dehydrated and on the brink of heat exhaustion and fainting. I had sun burn and was pretty miserable. But I held in there. And I'm so glad I did.
It was worth it.
I'm sure many people were and are wondering what the big deal was about. If you were a patron of The Fireplace or grew up with it as a fixture, you understand. But if you didn't, it probably seemed like a lot of ridiculous fanfare for nothing. It's very hard to put into words why it was important. But much the way music can be the backdrop to a person's life, the places we find ourselves, consistently, through all the chapters of our lives provide crucial elements of the stage of our lives. The "home" we all return to. We can look back on those places with memories from every aspect of our lives. Our childhoods, the college years, dates and break-ups, and places to collect our thoughts when life gets really hard. The Fireplace was that place. You really don't realize the importance of some of these places (and people) until they are gone. So THAT is what all the big to-do was about. Because EVERYONE (in my area) had this shared experience with this one place. I realized today that I could sit in that restaurant, look out the window, and look directly at pieces of my life that go way back to when I was just a little girl. It's funny, I never lived in Paramus. I never went to school in Paramus. I never had friends from Paramus. But because both my parents grew up in Paramus and have deep roots there, Paramus has been just as intrinsic and formative a part of my life as New Milford ever was. In fact, oddly, in many ways, it has provided more history for me than New Milford has. So, when I learned that The Fireplace was closing its' doors and I only had this one last chance to capture those memories on "film" and have one last meal there, I decided I really needed to do that. Furthermore, I knew that many people were not as fortunate as I was to have the day off. Or to be nearby enough to go. And I felt like I could give a lot of other people that experience through my pictures and by relating the experience. And I was right. There were many of you who really seemed appreciative that I was there and you could share the experience from my reports and pictures.
So, here's what's funny. I didn't sleep the night before. Maybe an hour, if I was lucky. And I needed to be up early. So, I was exhausted to begin with. I laid down to rest when I was able to, but I couldn't really SLEEP. All I could think about was, "If I fall asleep, I won't wake up in time to go to The Fireplace. I will have missed the whole thing. And I really want those pictures. I'd really like one last meal there." So, I decided to forgo the shut-eye and just go. I had NO IDEA it would be the community event that it was. And I would have fared better if I'd gone earlier. But it must have been meant to be because I pretty much got in at the end of the line of people who were actually served, and was pleasantly surprised to see that I wasn't left with the dregs. It wasn't the meal I had planned, but in some ways, it was better. I do wish I'd been better prepared (sunscreen, water, something to nibble on, and a sun umbrella), and it was by no means easy to put in a full day with no sleep, no food, sunburn and bordering on heat exhaustion, but I'm really glad I did it. It was truly a moment to commune. And in the age of Covid, not to mention our current political climate, that was a 'breath of fresh air" (that's a poor covid joke). And I really wasn't sure it was ok to be amongst all those people. I tend to not congregate with large numbers of people (although it's not a hard-and-fast rule, and I will be making another exception this coming week), this was not something I wanted to let Covid steal from me. And it was so nice for people to come together and just be kind to one another. To share a moment. It happens so infrequently anymore. At the end of it all, it was really a very surreal moment. Anyone who was left in the building was roaming around taking pictures and videos with their phones. Almost zombie-like. People didn't want to leave. Alas, change is a constant, and they say change is good. So, as sad as I am (and others are), I'm warmly happy to have the memories and warm fuzzies.
I will be adding more pictures to this album over time. They will all be public and I invite any and all people to share them. If you want the images, you can go to my FB page, where they are public, as well. From there, you can take them. Enjoy the memories.
Deutschland / Baden-Württemberg - Breisach am Rhein
Hagenbachturm
Breisach (formerly Altbreisach; Low Alemannic: Alt-Brisach) is a town with approximately 16,500 inhabitants, situated along the Rhine in the Rhine Valley, in the district Breisgau-Hochschwarzwald, Baden-Württemberg, Germany, about halfway between Freiburg and Colmar — 20 kilometres away from each — and about 60 kilometres north of Basel near the Kaiserstuhl. A bridge leads over the Rhine to Neuf-Brisach, Alsace.
Its name is Celtic and means breakwater. The root Breis can also be found in the French word briser meaning to break. The hill, on which Breisach came into existence was — at least when there was a flood — in the middle of the Rhine, until the Rhine was straightened by the engineer Johann Gottfried Tulla in the 19th century, thus breaking its surge.
History
The seat of a Celtic prince was at the hill on which Breisach is built. The Romans maintained an auxiliary castle on Mons Brisiacus (which came from the Celtic word Brisger, which means waterbreak).
The Staufer dynasty founded Breisach as a city in the modern sense, but there had already been a settlement with a church at the time. An 11th-century coin from Breisach was found in the Sandur hoard.
In the early 13th century, construction on the St. Stephansmünster, Breisach's cathedral, started. In the early 16th century, Breisach was a significant stronghold of the Holy Roman Empire. On December 7, 1638, Bernard of Saxe-Weimar, who was subsidized by France, conquered the city, which Ferdinand II and General Hans Heinrich IX. von Reinach had defended well, and tried to make it the centre of a new territory. After Bernard's death in 1639, his general gave the territory to France, which saw it as its own conquest. In the Peace of Westphalia in 1648, Breisach was de jure given to France.
From 1670, Breisach was integrated into the French state in the course of the "Politique des Réunions [fr]" followed by Louis XIV. In the Treaty of Ryswick in 1697, Breisach was returned to the Holy Roman Empire, but then reconquered on September 7, 1703 by Marshal Tallard at the beginning of the War of the Spanish Succession. At the Treaty of Rastatt on March 7, 1714, Breisach became once again part of the Empire. Meanwhile, France founded its own fortress, Neuf-Brisach ("New Breisach"), on the left shore of the Rhine. In 1790, Breisach was part of Further Austria. In the French Revolutionary Wars in 1793, Breisach sustained heavy damage and then, in 1805, was annexed to the Grand Duchy of Baden.
The town of Breisach, Germany, during a heavy artillery shelling.
During World War II, 85% of Breisach was destroyed by Allied artillery as the Allies crossed the Rhine. The St. Stephansmünster was also heavily damaged.
In 1969, Breisach was considered as the construction site for a nuclear power plant, but Wyhl was chosen instead, where the construction project was later abandoned in the face of heavy opposition.
The nearby cities of Hochstetten (1970), Gündlingen (1972), Niederrimsingen (1973), and Oberrimsingen (1975) along with Grezhausen, which had been incorporated into Oberrimsingen in 1936, were all incorporated into Breisach.
Main sights
The museum for municipal history has an impressive collection dating from the Stone Age to the present. The Romanesque St. Stephansmünster [de], the cathedral in Breisach, has a late Gothic altar by an unknown craftsman (with the initials H.L.) and paintings by Martin Schongauer, who is also the eponym of the Gymnasium in the city.
Jewish history
The first documentation of Jews in town dates to 1301. During the Black Death in 1349, the community was annihilated after a false blood libel, accusing the town Jews of poisoning the town wells. After the pogrom, Jews got back to the town until 1424, when they were expelled once again.
In 1550, the community reopened with a cemetery. In 1750, a Jew owned a textile factory in town, employing about 330 weavers. The Synagogue, built in 1758, was destroyed in November 1938, on Kristallnacht. In 1825, 14% of the town population was Jewish, (438 individuals), though in 1933 this number had declined to 231. On October 22, 1940, the town's last 34 Jews who did not flee to nearby France or other places, were deported to Gurs internment camp, a transit camp in the South of France. In 1967, the town's sole Jewish survivor was a woman who tended the two Jewish cemeteries. A website, dedicated to the town's Jewish history, commemorates the names of Jewish victims during World War II who used to live in town, as also personal stories of survivors and their children. A Jewish survivor who lived in town named Louis Dreyfuss, gave a report on his biography on some cases. The Jewish community of pre-war Breisach maintains a documentary website.
(Wikipedia)
Breisach am Rhein (alemannisch Brisach am Rhin, französisch Vieux-Brisach, lateinisch Brisacum oder Bresacum) ist eine Stadt am Oberrhein an der deutsch-französischen Grenze auf halbem Weg zwischen Colmar und Freiburg im Breisgau (jeweils ca. 20 Kilometer) und jeweils etwa 60 Kilometer nördlich von Basel und südlich von Straßburg. Sie liegt nahe am Kaiserstuhl. Eine Rheinbrücke für den Straßenverkehr führt nach Volgelsheim auf französischer Seite.
Im Spätmittelalter war Breisach eine zunächst selbstständige und später an Österreich verpfändete Reichsstadt im Heiligen Römischen Reich, was sich im Stadtwappen widerspiegelt. In der Frühen Neuzeit wurde Breisach zu einer Reichsfestung ausgebaut.
Etymologie
Der Name Breisach wurde mit dem ein Besitzverhältnis ausdrückenden Suffix -āko vom keltischen Personennamen *Brîsios abgeleitet und bedeutet damit „Landgut des Brîsios“. Die Zwielautung zu Breisach ist der frühneuhochdeutschen Diphthongierung geschuldet. Im alemannischen Dialekt heißt die Stadt mit erhaltenem Monophthong Brisach.
Geschichte
Der Berg, auf dem Breisach liegt, lag bis zur Rheinkorrektion von Johann Gottfried Tulla bei Hochwasser teilweise im Rhein. In der Antike war er Sitz eines Keltenfürsten.
Die Römer unterhielten vom 4. Jahrhundert bis ungefähr in das frühe 5. Jahrhundert nach Christus auf dem „mons Brisiacus“ ein Auxiliarkastell zur Grenzsicherung. Kaiser Valentinian I. erließ dort am 30. August 369 ein Edikt, in dem Breisach erstmals urkundlich als „brisiacus“ (vom keltischen brisin-ac / „Wasserbrecher“) erwähnt wird. Sein Inhalt blieb im Codex Theodosianus erhalten. Nach neueren archäologischen Erkenntnissen hatte das römische Lager eine Ausdehnung von ungefähr drei Hektar und verfügte über ein repräsentatives Verwaltungs- und Wohngebäude, ein sogenanntes Praetorium. Kaiser Valentinian I. überwachte von hier aus den Ausbau der Rheingrenze mit neuen militärischen Befestigungsanlagen, um das römische Reich so besser vor den vorrückenden Alamannen zu schützen.
Im 11. Jahrhundert war Breisach einer der Hauptsitze der Zähringer. Eine Breisacher Münze aus dem 11. Jahrhundert wurde auf den Färöern im Münzfund von Sandur entdeckt.
Um 1146 hatte der Basler Bischof auf dem Münsterberg zwar eine Kaufmannssiedlung mit einer Kirche errichten lassen, doch die Stadt Breisach im heutigen Sinne gründeten die Staufer im Jahr 1185. Als König Philipp von Schwaben Geld benötigte, verpfändete der Staufer 1198 Breisach um 3000 Mark Silber an Berthold V. Die Übernahme der Stadt durch den Zähringer Herzog beseitigte die Handelskonkurrenz zwischen Breisach und Freiburg im Breisgau. Bis zu seinem Tod 1218 ließ Berthold die Burg Breisach auf der Nordseite, den Radbrunnen in der Mitte und das Münster St. Stephan auf der Südseite des Berges bauen.
Nach dem Tode des letzten Staufers König Konrad IV. 1254 fiel im anschließenden Interregnum die Oberhoheit wieder an das von Bischof Heinrich von Neuenburg geführte Fürstbistum Basel. In den folgenden Jahren gelang es Rudolf von Habsburg, alle hohenstaufischen Güter am Oberrhein einzusammeln, sonderlich anno 1273, da graff Rudolphus zu römischen Reich kommen, wo ihm Jedermann weichen und seinen Prätensionen raum geben müeßen. Im gleichen Jahr verlieh der König Breisach den Status einer Freien und Reichsstadt.
Kaiser Ludwig der Bayer verpfändete 1330 die Stadt an die österreichischen Herzöge Otto den Fröhlichen und Albrecht den Weisen oder Lahmen. Im Jahre 1458 trat deren Urenkel Erzherzog Albrecht die österreichischen Vorlande und damit Breisach an seinen Cousin Erzherzog Sigismund den Münzreichen ab, der die Stadt 1469 an Karl den Kühnen von Burgund verpfändete. Die Verwaltung besorgte Karls Landvogt Peter von Hagenbach, der 1474 wegen Eingriffen in verbriefte Rechte, Sittlichkeitsverbrechen u. a. in Breisach angeklagt, verurteilt und auf dem Anger vor dem Kupfertor enthauptet wurde. Nach dem Tode Karls des Kühnen gelangte Breisach an Maximilian I. als Erbgut seiner Frau Maria, der Tochter Karls. Anschließend blieb die Stadt bis zum Westfälischen Frieden österreichisch.
Dreißigjähriger Krieg
Seit dem frühen 16. Jahrhundert ließen die habsburgischen Kaiser Breisach als Reichsfestung ausbauen. Schon am Beginn des Dreißigjährigen Krieges war die Erkenntnis vorhanden, dass der Rhein als Wasserstraße und Transportweg auch zu den Spanischen Niederlanden besonders für die Habsburger eine große Bedeutung hatte. Deshalb wurde die Reichsfestung nicht nur als „Schlüssel zum Rhein“ sondern gesteigert als der „Schlüssel zum Reich“ bezeichnet. Am Habsburger Hof im fernen Wien fasste man das im Ausspruch zusammen „Breisach verloren, alles verloren“.
Die Reichsfestung Breisach war besetzt mit 3000 Garnisonssoldaten und bestückt mit 152 Kanonen. Sie hielt dem ersten Ansturm im Dreißigjährigen Krieg lange stand, als ein im schwedischen Diensten stehendes Heer unter Rheingraf Otto Ludwig ab dem 9. Juli 1633 Breisach belagerte. Wegen der gefährdeten Versorgung der Festung mit Lebensmitteln und Pulver war die Belagerung aber trotzdem gefährlich. Deshalb war der Kaiser erfreut, als nach der Vereinigung des bayerischen Heeres der Katholischen Liga unter Johann von Aldringen mit einem spanischen Heer unter Herzog Feria, das von Spanien kommend auf dem Weg in die spanischen Niederlande war, die beiden vereinigten Heere am 20. Oktober 1633 die Belagerer der Reichsfestung Breisach quasi im Vorbeimarsch vertreiben und die Belagerung beenden konnten.
Als 1635 mit dem Prager Frieden eine Einigung im kriegerischen Religionskonflikt möglich erschien, fachte Frankreich den Krieg in den deutschen Landen wieder an, indem Kardinal Richelieu dem landlosen Bernhard von Sachsen-Weimar eine Armee von 18.000 Mann (Armée d'Allemagne) finanzierte. In seinem Ehrgeiz, sich ein eigenes Reichsfürstentum zu schaffen, nahm Bernhard 1638 in rascher Folge zunächst die Waldstädte Waldshut, Säckingen, Laufenburg und Rheinfelden ein; anschließend eroberte er Freiburg.
Ab Juni 1638 belagerte das Heer des Bernhard von Sachsen-Weimar die Reichsfestung Breisach. Der Stadtkommandant Freiherr von Reinach hatte den Auftrag von Kaiser Ferdinand III., die Festung mit allen Mitteln zu halten. In der belagerten Festung gingen nach und nach die Lebensmittel aus. Im August 1638 versuchte ein kaiserlich-bayerisches Heer mit 14.000 Söldnern unter Johann von Götzen und Federigo Savelli, die Belagerer zu vertreiben und Breisach zu entsetzen. Zwar gelang es den Truppen, eine Rheinbrücke einzunehmen, doch die französisch-schwedischen Belagerer – wie die Belagerten an Hunger leidend – schlugen die kaiserlichen Angreifer nach einem von Savelli überhastet befohlenen Angriff am 9. August 1638 zurück. Die Belagerung wurde fortgesetzt. Am 24. Oktober 1638 misslang ein zweiter Befreiungsversuch der Festung unter Johann von Götz, in dessen neuem Heer angeblich auch Hans Jakob Christoffel von Grimmelshausen als Söldner verpflichtet war.
Am 28. Oktober fiel das letzte Außenwerk von Breisach. Die Explosion eines Pulvermagazins am 3. Dezember öffnete eine Bresche. Schließlich kapitulierte die kaiserliche Festung am 17. Dezember 1638. Nur 150 der etwa 4000 Bewohner Breisachs überlebten Hunger und Pest. Der Festungskommandant Reinach durfte mit den ihm verbliebenen 400 Soldaten ehrenhaft, d. h. mit fliegenden Fahnen und zwei Kanonen, nach Straßburg abziehen.
Nach der Eroberung von Breisach wollte Richelieu umgehend einen französischen Stadtkommandanten einsetzen, doch darauf ließ sich der Herzog von Weimar nicht ein und machte stattdessen Breisach zum Sitz seiner „Fürstlich-Sächsischen Regierung“. Nachdem Bernhard von Weimar am 18. Juli 1639 überraschend starb übergab sein General, den letzten Willen des Herzogs missachtend, die Festung an die Franzosen, die sie als ihre eigene Eroberung betrachteten. Im Westfälischen Frieden 1648 fiel Breisach auch de iure an Frankreich.
Ludwig XIV.
Ludwig XIV. betrachtete Breisach als integralen Teil seines Königreichs. Er hieß seinen Festungsbauer Vauban die Festung ausbauen und ließ das Rheintor prächtig ausgestalten, an dem man angeblich lesen konnte: Limes eram Gallis, nunc Pons et Janua fio; Si pergunt, Gallis nullibi limes erit (Übersetzung: Grenze den Galliern war ich, nun werd’ ich zum Tor und zur Brücke; Schreiten die Gallier vor, gibt’s keine Grenze für sie). Wenn Geschichtswissenschaftler die Existenz der Inschrift auch anzweifeln, so illustriert der Text die Expansionsbestrebungen Ludwigs XIV., der 1670 in Breisach sogar eine Reunionskammer einrichten ließ. Am Ende des Pfälzischen Krieges musste Frankreich 1697 im Frieden von Rijswijk Breisach dem Reich restituieren, doch erst nachdem Vauban die entstandene Lücke im französischen Festungsgürtel mit dem Bau von Neuf-Brisach geschlossen hatte, übergaben die Franzosen am 1. April 1700 die Festung an das Reich.
Ludwig XIV. hatte den Verlust Breisachs nicht verwunden und schickte zu Beginn des Spanischen Erbfolgekriegs seinen Enkel den Herzog von Burgund Louis de France (le Petit Dauphin) und Marschall Tallard Ende August 1703 mit einem Heer vor die Stadt. Als Festungsexperten hatten die Franzosen Marschall Vauban dabei, der den Einsatz der französischen Geschütze geschickt dirigierte, so dass es den Belagerern bald gelang, dem Hauptgraben das Wasser abzugraben. Am 6. September 1703 kapitulierte die Festung Alt-Breisach. Beim Einzug der Franzosen warf sich der Festungskommandant Graf Philipp von Arco dem Herzog von Burgund zu Füßen und küsste ehrfurchtsvoll die Hand des Eroberers. Prinz Eugen kommentierte: „Ich kann nicht begreifen, wie es mit dieser so imposanten Festung geschehen und zugegangen ist. Breisach ist auf schändliche Weise verloren gegangen.“ Ein Kriegsgericht verurteilte Graf von Arco, den ein Scharfrichter am 14. Februar 1704 auf dem Marktplatz von Bregenz enthauptete.
Die Stadt im 18. Jahrhundert
Mit dem Rastatter Frieden am 7. März 1714 wurde Breisach wieder kaiserlich. Im Jahr 1790 ordnete die Wiener Regierung das vorderösterreichische Breisach dem Oberamt Breisgau zu.
In den Revolutionskriegen belagerten die Franzosen 1793 die Stadt und nahmen nach einer Kanonade vom 15. bis 19. September des „Reiches Schlüssel“ Alt-Breisach ein. Die Schäden an den Bauten durch den Beschuss und die resultierenden Brände waren derart, dass eine Schweizer Zeitung meldete: Die Stadt Breisach hat aufgehört zu bestehen. Der republikanische Blitz hat sie vernichtet. 577 Häuser, die 2700 Einwohnern als Wohnungen dienten, sind verschwunden. Nach der Niederlage der Österreicher im Dritten Koalitionskrieg schlug Napoleon 1805 im Frieden von Pressburg Breisach dem neugebildeten Großherzogtum Baden zu.
20. Jahrhundert
Beim Novemberpogrom 1938 zerstörten SA-Männer die Synagoge in der Rheintorstraße / Im Klösterle. Daran erinnern ein Mahnmal und eine Tafel am ehemaligen Standort. Am 22. Oktober 1940 wurden die letzten in Breisach lebenden Deutschen jüdischen Glaubens im Rahmen der Wagner-Bürckel-Aktion in das Lager Gurs deportiert. Die jüdische Gemeinde Breisach hatte eine über 700 Jahre alte Geschichte; gegen Ende des 19. Jahrhunderts hatte sie über 500 Mitglieder.
Als die Alliierten im Frühjahr 1945 bei Breisach den Rhein überquerten, wurde die Stadt durch Artilleriefeuer zu 85 Prozent zerstört. Auch das Münster St. Stephan wurde erneut schwer beschädigt.
Aufgrund der wechselvollen geschichtlichen Erfahrungen und mit dem Willen, zu einem friedvollen Zusammenleben der verschiedenen Völker und Kulturen beizutragen, sprach sich die Bevölkerung Breisachs als erste in Europa am 9. Juli 1950 in einer Abstimmung mit 95,6 % der Wählerstimmen für ein einiges und freies Europa aus; seitdem nennt sich Breisach „Europastadt“.
Den Namenszusatz am Rhein trägt die Stadt seit dem 27. Juni 1961.
Im Jahr 1969 wurde Breisach als Standort für ein Kernkraftwerk vorgesehen. Jedoch scheiterte dies, und 1973 entschied man sich für Wyhl als Standort. Der Bau des Kernkraftwerks Wyhl scheiterte ebenfalls am Widerstand der betroffenen Bevölkerung.
(Wikipedia)
What a lovely thing a rose is!... Our highest assurance of Providence seems to me to rest in the flowers. All other things, our powers, our desires, our food are all really necessary for our existence in the first instance. But this rose is an extra. Its smell and color are an embellishment of life, not a condition of it. It is only goodness which gives extras, and so I say again that we have much to hope from the flowers.
-- Arthur Conan Doyle
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For someone who has resisted taking more flower photos, I seem to be offering a lot of flower photos. But it's been an exceptional year for wildflowers and they are often irresistible. I thought the roses had gone, hips already well formed, when I spotted a few just bloomed and notable for the depth and richness of color as opposed to the standard pastel pink. The original shown in comments below, no saturation added.
But, of course, foto fiddling now a fact of life, what do I do? Take that unique vibrancy and desaturate it. The thought process involved something along the lines of taking an old-fashioned rose and creating a "vintage" look to it...the lead photo one result with another below clearly showing my inability to be satisfied with a straight b/w image. I'm actually pleased with the "pale" versions...tho not unaware of the irony that I effectively eliminated the original reason for the attraction by replacing the exceptional color with the usual.
Apparently, a rose is not a rose is not a rose...at least in terms of photographic possibilities.
This has nothing to do with the remnants of the retail British banks but owes it's existence to my imagination.
The Tibetan word bardo means literally "intermediate state"—also translated as "transitional state" or "in-between state" or "liminal state". In Sanskrit the concept has the name antarabhāva. It is a concept which arose soon after the Buddha's passing, with a number of earlier Buddhist groups accepting the existence of such an intermediate state, while other schools rejected it.
Used loosely, the term "bardo" refers to the state of existence intermediate between two lives on earth. According to Tibetan tradition, after death and before one's next birth, when one's consciousness is not connected with a physical body, one experiences a variety of phenomena.
The intermediate being who makes the passage in this way from one existence to the next is formed, like every living being, of the five aggregates (skandha). His existence is demonstrated by the fact that it cannot have any discontinuity in time and space between the place and moment of death and those of rebirth, and therefore it must be that the two existences belonging to the same series are linked in time and space by an intermediate stage. The intermediate being is the Gandharva, the presence of which is as necessary at conception as the fecundity and union of the parents.
What is an intermediate being, and an intermediate existence? Intermediate existence, which inserts itself between existence at death and existence at birth, not having arrived at the location where it should go, cannot be said to be born. Between death—that is, the five skandhas of the moment of death—and arising—that is, the five skandhas of the moment of rebirth—there is found an existence—a "body" of five skandhas—that goes to the place of rebirth. This existence between two realms of rebirth is called intermediate existence.
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Hide in your shell cos the world is out to bleed you for a ride
What will you gain making your life a little longer?
Heaven or Hell, was the journey cold that gave your eyes of steel?
Shelter behind painting your mind and playing joker
Too Frightening to listen to a stranger
Too Beautiful to put your pride in danger
You're waiting for someone to understand you
But you've got demons in your closet
And you're screaming out to stop it
Saying life's begun to cheat you
Friends are out to beat you
Grab on to what you scramble for
Don't let the tears linger on inside now
Cos it's sure time you gained control
If I can help you, if I can help you
If I can help you, just let me know
Well, let me show you the nearest signpost
To get your heartback and on the road
If I can help you, if I can help you
If I can help you, just let me know.
All through the night as you lie awake and hold yourself so tight
What do you need, a second-hand-movie-star to tend you?
I as a girl, I believed the saying the cure for pain was love
How would it be if you could see the world through my eyes?
Too Frightening- the fire's getting colder
Too Beautiful- to think you're getting older
You're looking for someone to give an answer.
But what you see is just an illusion
You're surrounded by confusion
Saying life's begun to cheat you
Friends are out to beat you
Grab on to what you can scramble for
Don't let the tears...
... just let me know
I wanna know...
I wanna know you...
Well let me know you
I wanna feel you
I wanna touch you
Please let me near you
Can you hear what I'm saying?
Well I'm hoping, I'm dreamin', I'm prayin'
I know what you're thinkin'
See what you're seein'
Never ever let yourself go
Hold yourself down, hold yourself down
Why d'ya hold yourself down?
Why don't you listen, you can
Trust me,
There's a place I know the way to
A place there is need to feel you
Feel that you're alone
Hear me
I know exactly what you're feelin'
cos all your troubles are within you
please begin to see that I'm just bleeding to
Love me, love you
Loving is the way to Help me, help you
- Why must we be so cool, oh so cool?
Oh, we're such damn fools...
"Supertramp"
This is one of only 346 of this special edition currently in existence in the UK.
Car: Citroen C2 Loeb.
Year of manufacture: 2007.
Date of first registration in the UK: 12th May 2007.
Place of registration: Sidcup.
Date of last MOT: 21st January 2023.
Mileage at last MOT: 83,263.
Date of last change of keeper: 3rd April 2022.
Number of previous keepers: 6.
Date taken: 9th April 2023.
the essence of existence is all about leaving traces in space, time, human memories, snow, google and ccd-sensors...
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shoes?? (farfarm)
CCTV, hansard, and court transcripts (thx liam.jon_d)
Sons (The Yele)
Sakharibazar, Old Dhaka, 2011
Normal people with extraordinary lifestyles
Along with smile and the gloomy, here life has its own rhyme, has its own colour.
Time passed by, humanity changed along with its history...
But these people remained here tolerating the hardest truth of existences
..........its their story of extraordinary existences.
Sakharibazar, Old Dhaka. A very interesting place for all of us to visit. Culture and customs of old Dhaka are the tribute to the ancient history of Bangladesh. Peoples still living in 100 years old building from generations after generations. With the reflection of their religious beauty Old Dhaka attracts peoples from here and abroad.
Shakhari Bazaar is one of the oldest mohallas (a traditional neighbourhood) in Puran Dhaka (Old Dhaka), located near the intersection of Islampur Road and Nawabpur Road;the two main arteries of the old city and only a block away from the Buriganga River. Shakhari Bazaar stretches along a narrow lane, lined with thin slices of richly decorated brick buildings, built during the late Mughal or Colonial period. Despite rampant modifications, accretion, extension over time, even redevelopment, many still bear the testimony of a rich tradition.
Shakhari Bazaar is the manifestation of the irrational policies, lack of adequate development control rules and distorted legal framework, all of which have left their indelible mark on this precious little mohalla that shares a long history of more than 400 years with Dhaka city itself.The history of Shakhari Bazaar goes back to the pre-Mughal days if not earlier. The first mention of Puran Dhaka can be found in the writings of Mirza Nathan, the general turned historian, who traveled with Subahdar Islam Khan. He mentioned Puran Dhaka, as the area between Dholai Khal and Buriganga river covering Shakhari Bazaar, Tanti Bazaar, Bangla Bazaar, Lakhsmi Bazaar, Bangla Bazaar, Kamar Nagar, Sutar Nagar, Goala Nagar, etc. Each mohalla belonged to separate communities depending on their craft and trade. The influences of the Mughal vocabulary in the planning of the spaces are literally evident in the use of Persian names to identify different spaces..
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The BMW 507 owed its existence to US importer Max Hoffman, who in 1954 persuaded BMW management of a gap in the market between the Mercedes 300 SL and the MG and Triumph sports cars, the 3,2-litre V8 507 had a chassis designed by Fritz Fiedler and - after a design by Ernest Loof was rejected - a body styled by Count Albrecht von Goertz. Plans were made to export thousands to the US annually, but it proved too expensive, and only 252 were built at a heavy loss to BMW.
3.168 cc
8 Cylinder
150 pk @ 5.000 rpm
Vmax : 220 km/h
254 ex.
Class VIII : 60th Anniversary BMW 507
Zoute Concours d'Elegance
The Royal Zoute Golf Club
Zoute Grand Prix 2017
Knokke - Zoute
België - Belgium
October 2017
Classic cars of Thorney has been in existence for quite some time now, and certainly for the last twenty years. In around 2014, an old restored Shell pump was added to the site along with an old sign advertising Shell petrol at a price of a shilling and three and a half pence! Aside from that, plenty of interesting cars on the premises as one might expect.
Here's to explain the existence and role of this picture. It's been done as a response to a challenge by this great group www.flickr.com/groups/flickr64challenge/ . Check it out, it's a group very much alive and fun, unlike other dinosaur groups on Flickr, this one has a pulse and sets you racing around, hunting for the best you can shoot. I asked this two lovely gentlemen to help me out in beating my opponent, so this shot is my response to this duel www.flickr.com/groups/flickr64challenge/discuss/721576308..., which I have lost, by the way.
A Minstrel Bug Graphosoma lineatum on a wild carrot seedhead, there is a spider lurking on the underside- I am not sure the spider is a threat to this large bug, but smaller insects are probably supper for the spider.
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Eine Streifenwanze , Graphosoma lineatum auf einer Wilden Rübe- unten lauert eine Spinne. Ich glaube zwar nicht dass die Spinne eine Gefahr ist für diesen grossen Käfer, aber kleine Insekten sind bestimmt eine Mahlzeit für die Spinne.
*They started their primordial existence as microscopic lifeforms placed on separate parts of the Earth's Oceans by a dying race of ancients with the hopes of reviving a once great species. Over ions of existence the unpredictable conditions of this planet slowly morphed them into strange and unrecognizable versions of themselves."
"Like her sister, was born in water. But unlike her sister she felt cradled by the dark. The depths of the ocean provided solitude. She feared the sun and it's violent rays. Unable to stand even the faint light that peaked through the surface she delved into the darkest depths she could find. A large section of this ocean is an endless expanse of pitch black water or an "abyss" which interconnects with countless maze-like rocky passageways that expand for thousands of miles. This entire area, completely void of sunlight and home to very few lifeforms, provided a shelter for the her. However, while these underwater caverns are mostly void of life, the few that do manage to exist are extremely aggressive and monstrous in appearance. In the abyss she evolved into a silent ambush predator to feed and hide from horrifying creatures that roam the deep dark. Millenniums pass and she can heard the voices of humans in the water. They tell legends of her and call her Sobek. After ions of lonely existence something in the void calls to her and she discovers an ancient life form of unknown origin even older than herself. A sentient orb covered in metallic scales that is able to telepathically communicate with her. The creature reveals ancient cosmic knowledge, telling her she has a sister, and proposes a trade. It will guide her to her brethren and protect her from the sunlight she fears, but only if she allows the scaled orb to bond with her flesh."
Sobek is a OOAK Nnaji in Milk skintone and Busty chest option. Her body blushing is lilac and burned turquoise. Her head is covered in hand sculpted scales to enhance her monstrous looks. Her lips and nails are a palest pearl pink and her fanged teeth share the same steel grey as her alien gharial eyes. Sobek wears a hand stitched haute couture armour with a poseable tail, each sequin sewn to a form sculpture that bristles in the back as gharial scales, adorns the shoulders leaving sensuous naked spots and exaggerates the hips for a feminine silhouette. She wears spiky heels painted to match her skintone.
This is a commission order for a private collector, not for sale.
Cecil Peak viewed through the grappling branches of a tree from the shores of Lake Wakatipu in winter, Queenstown, New Zealand.
Monsoon is a weather phenomenon that provides Life to millions of people on Earth. The impact is felt the most in the Indian subcontinent where survival and existence was dependent on precipitation and food. Closely linked to the sowing and harvesting of food crops in India, it reaches the western coast in the last few days of May. It is the end of the month right now and then this is the right time for it.
In general it brings down the angst and frustration of the over heated Indian mind in the over heated land that India is from March to May.
The word monsoon was coined in colonial India referring to the rains that would descend from Kerala upwards bringing relief to the hot and dusty baking plains. You have to live in India to know what it means.
So if you are anywhere in India keep a lookout for the rains. It is a harbinger of Hope and Life. Go out and see the skies. :)
This post is dedicated to the most awaited event in India after maybe birth, food, mangoes and sex.
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