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Ville: Nice
Réseau: Lignes d'Azur
Exploitant: Régie Ligne d’Azur
Numéro de parc: 626
Ligne: 18 Riquier - Saint Sylvestre
With the UFA Invasion underway, dozens of Eurasian bunkers had been raided and decimated. One base in particular, though, had an increased amount of activity. Curious of this, the UFA sent pathfinders to find out what significance this commotion was. Upon entering the facility unnoticed, a couple of rebel leaders were being tortured, and soon after one of them was executed for noncompliance. The pathfinders were shocked at this discovery, since the rebels and Eurasians shared similar goals. What was really going on? The pathfinders became unaware of their movements, and alerted the guards of their position. Communication to UFA headquarters were soon disrupted, and the secret of this seeming betrayal died after the bombing of this facility soon after.
Very fun to get back into the swing of things, and to continue this storyline for the World In Darkness group from Everette. Made this quick scene in one night since I've been busy with music and schoolwork. I had two sets of lighting, and couldn't only post one of them, so you'll get both :))
Autrefois, l’exploitation du goémon, dont on extrayait la soude et celle du granit qui a permis de construire tant d’infrastructures portuaires des côtes françaises comme anglaises, assurait aux îles une population permanente importante.
Au milieu du XIXe siècle, Chausey abrite jusqu’à 500 carriers, la majorité était des granitiers bretons.
Ce sont les moines du Mont Saint-Michel qui, les premiers, ont exploité le granit de Chausey.
Sa réputation est telle qu’il sert à la construction des manoirs du Cotentin, à la réalisation des quais des ports de Dieppe et de Londres, au pavage des trottoirs du Paris haussmannien, ou à la reconstruction de Saint-Malo en 1949.
Les algues, qui abondent dans les fonds marins de l’archipel, ont aussi constitué une matière première importante pour la fabrication de la soude entrant dans la composition du verre ou des savons.
Since these things hardly ever land or perch during the breeding season, I figured I'd try to shoot one on the wing. Ha! Easier said than done. With this male, once I realized that he had established a territory and that I could exploit his patrol route, all I had to do was stay with him for 30 minutes or so shooting bursts at him as he would pass by. It took a while, but it was fun trying, and the AF on my new 5DM4 was smart enough to actually do the job. This could open a whole new world for me.
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I am a bit of an environmentalist so am concerned about the health of our planet. I hope it's not too late to right the wrongs of the pollution and over poplulation we have imposed on this beautiful green earth. But somehow I think man's greed will not stop the over exploitation of our natural resources and the destruction of our remaining pristine areas.
After taking food to my cat colony, we went to the park in the small town looking for ducklings. [Didn't find any].
To my contacts:
Emory and I are going on another photo drive tomorrow...we are going back to the areas where rattlesnakes, ticks and poison oak are common.Hopefully, we just come home with flower pics and nothing else.
See you tomorrow night.
The Exploited performing live at The Rock
Copenhagen, Denmark; April 24, 2011
Camera model: Canon EOS 5D Mark II
Lens: Canon EF 70-200L f/2.8 IS USM
Aperture: f /2.8
Focal length: 2000 mm
Shutter speed: 1/50 sec.
ISO 6400
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Shot it at Kumbha Mela 2010.Its a greatest show on Earth.
In Hindu mythology, its origin is found in one of the popular creation myths and the Hindu theories on evolution, the Samudra manthan episode (Churning of the ocean of milk), which finds mention in the Bhagavata Purana, Vishnu Purana, the Mahabharata, and the Ramayana.
The Gods had lost their strength, and to regain it, they thought of churning the Ksheera Sagara (primordial ocean of milk) for amrit (the nectar of immortality), this required them to make a temporary agreement with their arch enemies, the demons or Asuras, to work together with a promise of sharing the nectar equally thereafter. However, when the Kumbha (urn) containing the amrita appeared, a fight ensued. For twelve days and twelve nights (equivalent to twelve human years) the gods and demons fought in the sky for the pot of amrita. It is believed that during the battle, Lord Vishnu flew away with the Kumbha of elixir, and that is when drops of amrita fell at four places on earth: Prayag, Haridwar, Ujjain and Nashik, and that is where the Kumbh Mela is observed every twelve years.
First written evidence of the Kumbha Mela can be found in the accounts of Chinese traveller, Huan Tsang or Xuanzang (602 - 664 A.D.) who visited India in 629 -645 CE, during the reign of King Harshavardhana.
Source:-Wikipedia.
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Some little while ago a Flickr friend, Oliver Lane, asked if I would look at a ship he had served in.
Naturally I did and I have produced my interpretation of Oliver's ship, HMS Exploit.
Exploitant : Transdev Boucle des Lys
Réseau : IDF Mobilités – Saint Germain Boucles de Seine
Ligne : 21
Lieu : Gare de Marly-le-Roi – Bèque (Marly-le-Roi, F-78)
Lien TC Infos : tc-infos.fr/vehicule/29312
Bon, une fois n'est pas coutume je vais vous balancer une petite histoire. Malheureusement j'ai pas pu la mettre en entière ça aurait été trop long du coup elle sera postée partie par partie de temps en temps.
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Chaque territoire possède ses histoires, ses drames, ses exploits et ses légendes. Les Terres d'Auroch ne dérogent pas à cette règle et laissez-moi vous conter celle de la reine des marais et de sa rencontre avec un aventurier itinérant. C'est une histoire d'amour et de haine, de non-dit et du temps qui passe.
Pour contextualiser le tout, laissez-moi vous parler des marécages perdus dans les tréfonds d'Auroch. Ce sont des terres hostiles pour la plupart des formes de vie qui existent et ceux qui ont su perdurer là-bas sont des survivants de survivants, de survivants... Pendant de nombreux siècles, les hommes des marais se sont fait la guerre avec les 'Squ'uirls', les hommes-lézards autochtones originels. Les premiers se sont réfugiés dans ces terres au cours des époques pour fuir les massacres, pillages et pour ceux dont le dernier espoir était celui de s'abandonner dans les brumes. Les Squ'uirls n'ayant pas bien vu ces nouvelles créatures venues prendre leur maigre ressource, pour de nombreux humains ce fut l'ultime étape avant de disparaitre à tout jamais jusqu'au jour où le grand-père de Silicia, actuelle reine de la forteresse , mit un terme à ces mortelles querelles. Meilleur diplomate que guerrier, il partit voir le chef du plus grand clan des Squ'uirls pour lui proposer de partager les marais. Les humains prendraient possession des bordures des immenses terres des marais et laisseraient tout le coeur de ces derniers aux Squ'uils. Ainsi, ils empêcheraient d'autres humains et créatures de parvenir jusqu'au coeur du territoire, quand bien même certains seraient assez fous pour en avoir l'envie, et ils s'occuperaient de faire le relais entre les territoires extérieurs et le leur, notamment au niveau du commerce. Les Squ'uilrs bénéficieraient d'un accès à plus de ressources grâce aux marchands humains , eux, peuplades solitaires ayant coupé contact avec toutes les autres races d'Auroch et profiteraient d'une première ligne de défense humaine en cas de conflit. Au fil des années, le chef des Squ'uilrs et Aubas, le grand-père de Silicia forgèrent une réelle amitié et finirent par décider d'unir leurs forces et de créer la Forteresse, place forte unissant Squ'uilrs et humains afin de faire prospérer leurs intérêts devenus communs. Les humains, bien plus expérimentés et meilleurs diplomates que leurs reptiles cousins furent naturellement désignés pour s'occuper des tâches de direction, nommant à fortiori Silicia dès sa naissance comme la première Reine de la Forteresse. Ne revons pas, tous les Squ'uilrs n evivaient pas ces rapprochements d'un bon oeil, surtout les anciens chefs et autres reptiles dont l'autorité fut remis en cause par cette alliance, mais le plus grand nombre, humain comme Squ'uilrs, purent profiter des nombreux avantages de ce rapprochement qui bien que fragile purent offrir un refuge durable et un avenir prometteur pour les survivants de ces terres.
Les marécages perdus d'Auroch sont de vastes étendues de bourbiers en tout genre. Il faudrait être fou ou désespéré pour vouloir s'y établir tant les difficultés rencontrées ici sont nombreuses et fatales. L'air y est putride, pratiquement irrespirable, la décomposition des nombreux corps et végétaux faisant planer comme un voile brumeux tantôt opaque tantôt éparse, mais toujours toxique. Les moustiques y sont légion et aiment se régaler à l'heure du coucher du soleil des pauvres âmes qui s'y sont perdues. Le soleil essayant tant bien que mal de se faufiler un chemin à travers ses rayons, mais finissant toujours par se perdre das ce marasme ambiant. Bien sûr l'on peut y croiser des humains, affublés de grandes échasses afin de traverser les nombreux obstacles et pièges et dont l'eau tiède et stagnante rend difficile toute progression, mais il y a aussi comme mentionné avant les Squ'uilrs puis les rares et solitaires hommes-crapauds, quelques gobelins des marais aussi sales que puants, mais le plus grand de tous les dangers était sans conteste "S'worl Vrr" le ver géant des marais. Considéré comme une sorte de dieu par les Squ'uilrs, il était autant craint que respecté. D'une longueur de plusieurs dizaines de mètres et d'une circonférence gigantesque, il avançait sans encombre et dans un mortel silence au gré des étendues d'eau qui parsemaient les marais, bocages et autres mangroves. Si vous l'apercevez alors il était déjà trop tard pour vous pour la plupart du temps, son immense et épaisse bouche vous avalant d'un trait, que vous soyez un homme seul, une compagnie ou une famille en fuite. Il n'était pas rapide, mais tout de même bien plus que tous les habitants de ces terres qui, empêtrés jusqu'aux genoux, n'avaient que le temps de faire leur dernière prière ou de pousser un ultime hurlement. "S'worl Vrr" veut dire "l'estomac vivant" chez les Squ'uilrs et dans leurs croyances ils pensent que d'autres parties du corps de ce Dieu sont aussi vivantes qu'animés et parcours les terres jusqu'à la réunification finale et la fin des temps pour eux. Avant la paix avec les hommes, ils avaient coutume d'offrir les prisonniers qu'ils ne mangeaient pas à S'worl Vrr" afin de calmer son appétit et d'avoir moins à le craindre lors de leurs diverses expéditions. Il n'y avait pas que du mal à sa présence, loin de là même, car les déjections du monstre étaient d'une grande valeur avant pour les Squ'uilrs tout comme pour la forteresse dorénavant. La sorte de limon digéré et mélangé avec tout ce dévorait cet estomac rampant finissait en excrément ayant des propriétés bien particulières. Les pierres de la Forteresse étaient d'ailleurs en majeure partie bâties sur ses déjections reformées en briques, car sous l'effet de la chaleur elles devenaient d'une dureté plus que satisfaisante et surtout étaient imperméables grâce aux sucs de la bête qui s'y étaient mélangée. Facile à former à l'état d'étron, dur comme de la pierre et à l'épreuve de l'eau une fois cuite, la forteresse s'était construite grâce à l'ingéniosité des humains et des Squ'uilrs combinée.
La jeune reine Silicia, dont le nom remontait aux terres d'origine de ses ancêtres, était d'une grande beauté et dont la prestance dénotait farouchement avec la plupart de ses semblables. "On ne vit pas dans une forteresse, on n'y fait que survivre" disait l'adage courant. Pourtant, elle s'évertuait à sa manière à donner ses lettres de noblesse à un lieu où la moindre notion de confort n'était qu'un concept. Elle était la première génération à avoir autant de pouvoir, ses prédécesseurs le partageant encore avec un conseil formé à la fois d'humains et des rares Squ'uilrs érudits ou chefs tribaux. Il avait été décidé que le prochain enfant à venir au sein même de ce conseil serait formé pour être le futur souverain de la Forteresse. La logique aurait voulu que ce soit un Squ'uilr dont la gestation était bien plus courte que celle des humains, mais voilà que Véra, la mère de Silicia était enceinte sans même le savoir depuis plusieurs mois. Les difficultés de la vie dans les marais et le stress ambiant ainsi que le peu de nourriture avait suffi pour que l'enfant décide de se développer dans la plus grande discrétion. Des voix s'étaient fait entendre quant à une probable machination, mais comme l'idée de départ avait été proposée par les Squ'uilrs et notamment le redouté "Crète noire", l'enfant avait été considéré comme un signe de bon présage par les chamanes Squ'uilrs. La mère de Silicia mourut d'épuisement au cours de l'accouchement et son père quelque temps plus tard de la peste des marais qui faisait des ravages durant cette période. Elle fut élevée par le reste du conseil et prise en tutelle par Crète Noire qui lui apprit à être fière et cruelle tout comme l'était les chasseurs 'Mog Hwere', de redoutables Squ'uilrs formés à la traque notamment des pauvres réfugiés qui échappaient encore parfois à la vigilance de la jeune Forteresse.
Mais voilà qu'un beau jour, un jeune aventurier vint se perdre dans cette poisseuse contrée. Les rumeurs d'une forteresse formée par une alliance improbable avaient attisé sa curiosité jusqu'alors insatiable. Les étrangers étaient plus que mal vus dans les frontières de la Forteresse et seuls quelques rares marchands avaient leurs habitudes. La plupart des curieux n'avaient de toute manière par l'occasion d'arriver jusqu'à ce lieu, finissant pour l'immense majorité par rebrousser chemin devant l'inhospitalité de l'environnement quand ce n'était pas plus simplement dans le ventre de S'worl Vrr ou massacré par diverses tribus de Squ'uirls ou de gobelins qui n'avaient pas voulu se rallier à la Forteresse.
Avec ses 670 hectares, entre terre et mer, et ses 14 km de côtes bordées par l’Atlantique, le Fier d’Ars et les marais salants, la presqu’Ile de Loix est reliée au reste de l’Île de Ré par deux pistes cyclables, celle du port longeant la mer et offrant à chaque virage un regard et des lumières différentes sur Loix.
Très peu de marais salants étaient exploités sur l’île avant 1375, mais à Loix, quelques-uns ont été aménagés au sud du village par les religieux de l’Abbaye de saint-Michel-en-l’Herm, permettant la création de la paroisse en 1379. L’exploitation salicole connaît un véritable essor au début du XVe siècle grâce à l’endiguement des parcelles prises sur le domaine maritime. Si au XIXe siècle, les sauniers étaient plus de 1000, il n'en reste aujourd'hui qu'une centaine. Ils y récoltent l’or blanc, notamment la délicate fleur de sel à l’odeur de violette et dont la couleur rosée contraste avec celle du gros sel, teinté par la terre argileuse du marais.
A l’extrémité du village, la Pointe du Grouin se loge une petite plage en forme d’anse aux eaux calmes et claires surveillées en été, le fort du Grouin surplombant les lieux et rehaussant le caractère pittoresque de ce havre de paix (cf. wikipédia).
this is a series of three photographs featuring people who are hard on their luck or homeless in downtown boston. i am always very conflicted about documenting such folks as i don't want to exploit their condition or their suffering. and i certainly will never make light of them or use my camera as a weapon of ridicule. these are people deserving of dignity and respect, with lives as valuable as yours or mine.
the reason i took these photos is because most people (myself included) overlook individuals like these, intentionally or unintentionally. not seeing them allows us to absolve ourselves of our own feelings of guilt or responsibility for the world and societies which have failed them. and because, even on the worst days and in the darkest moment, we have tremendous bounty and good fortune by comparison.
Exploitant : STIVO
Réseau : STIVO
Ligne : 29
Lieu : Croix Saint-Jacques (Jouy-le-Moutier, F-95)
Lien TC Infos : tc-infos.fr/id/8382
My new dress and the heels that Zulu chewed up minutes after this shot was taken. Good thing they were only $10.
Today is Zu's 1st birthday (which we forgot about this morning - no wonder she looked so depressed) so we'll throw her a party tonight.
I illustrated the cover of this book about Rosa Parks for Edizioni EL. The author's name and the NO title are my hand writings.
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The unknown story of the broken sea shells collectors
At Udaypur sea beach (3km from Digha at the Bengal-Orissa state border), hundreds of poor villagers (80% of them are women) gather on a particular time of the day at the peak of the low tide. They all carry a small net basket for collecting broken shells following the line of the waves. When the baskets are half-filled they empty their catch at the beach and go back to the waves again. Finally the shells are packed in bags for selling. After two hours of continuous hard work, two people together can fill only a 30-kg bag selling for INR Rs 30 (USD 50 cents) only.
The shells are rich source of calcium carbonate, use in feeder mainly at the India's growing poultry industry. Also, it has great demand in making the white (lime) paint. Traders and middlemen are always waiting to exploit these poor villagers. They make on-the-spot payment, collect the bags and transport them to the local market for a hefty profit of 300% by selling each bag for at least Rs 120 (USD $ 2).
I personally talked to the shell collectors and found no Govt. intervention to stop this exploitation. The state government can easily intervene by forming a cooperative and collecting the shells themselves by their nodal agencies with a reasonable price.
Udaypur Sea Beach, Bay of Bengal
Images of Bengal, India
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After the Brotherhood of Makuta exploited the Nynrah Ghosts to acquire enough armor and weaponry, Kuperix was sent by Teridax on the island of Nynrah in order to ensure no one could acquire valuable information on the equipment they came into possession of. Unbeknown to the Brotherhood, a lone, surviving Toa of Iron was waiting for them.
Kuperix is an unjustifyibly sadistic and brutal beyond reason Makuta who takes pleasure in instilling dread and helplessness in his enemies. Even when practicing the most unspeakable acts of torture he remains unperturbed, his eerie collectedness alone enough of a reason to be feared even among his brothers. His Kanohi Hamene, Mask of Redirection, allows him to redirect melee attacks and curve the trajectories of projectiles aimed at him, making him virtually impervious to physical means of harm.
Great Mask of Elemental Energy by the amazing KhingK
Exploitant : SETRAM
Réseau : SETRAM
Ligne : 11
Lieu : Chêne Vert (Le Mans, F-72)
Lien TC Infos : tc-infos.fr/id/5655
"Sea bath"
Goéland - Le Conquet (Finistère)
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Røros Mining Town is linked to the copper mines, established in the 17th century and exploited for 333 years until 1977. Røros contains about 2000 wooden one- and two-storey houses and a smelting house. The town was completely rebuilt after its destruction by Swedish troops in 1679.
English: en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Røros
Español: es.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Røros
Norwegian: www.worldheritageroros.no
Unesco World Heritage: "Røros Mining Town and the Circumference", ref 55bis.
Italian postcard by Bromostampa, Milano, no. 380.
Voluptuous American actress Mamie Van Doren (1931) was a sex symbol of the 1950s and 1960s. Van Doren starred in several exploitation films such as Untamed Youth (1957), loaded with rock 'n' roll and juvenile delinquency. Her onscreen wardrobe usually consisted of tight sweaters, low-cut blouses, form-fitting dresses, and daring swimsuits. Mamie and her colleague blonde bombshells Marilyn Monroe and Jayne Mansfield were known as 'The Three M's.'
Mamie Van Doren was born Joan Lucille Olander in Rowena, South Dakota, in 1931. She was the daughter of Warner Carl Olander and Lucille Harriet Bennett. In 1942 the family moved to Los Angeles. In early 1946, Van Doren began working as an usher at the Pantages Theatre in Hollywood. The following year, she had a bit part on an early television show. She also sang with Ted Fio Rito's band and entered several beauty contests. She was married for a brief time at seventeen when Van Doren and her first husband, Jack Newman, eloped to Santa Barbara. The marriage was dissolved quickly, upon her discovery of his abusive nature. In the summer of 1949, at age 18, she won the titles Miss Eight Ball and Miss Palm Springs. Van Doren was discovered by producer Howard Hughes the night she was crowned Miss Palm Springs. The pair dated for five years. Hughes provided her with a bit role in Jet Pilot at RKO Radio Pictures. Her line of dialogue inconsisted of one word, "Look!". The following year, 1951, she posed for famous pin-up girl artist Alberto Vargas, the painter of the glamorous Vargas Girls. His painting of Van Doren was on the July 1951 cover of Esquire magazine. Van Doren did a few more bit parts in RKO films, including His Kind of Woman (John Farrow, 1951) starring Robert Mitchum and Jane Russell. Van Doren then began working on the stage. She was a showgirl in New York in Monte Proser's nightclub version of Billion Dollar Baby. Songwriter Jimmy McHugh discovered her for his musicals, then decided she was too good for the chorus line and should have dramatic training. She studied with Ben Bard and Bliss-Hayden. While appearing in the role of Marie in a showcase production of Come Back, Little Sheba, Van Doren was seen by Phil Benjamin, a casting director at Universal International. In 1953, Van Doren signed a contract with Universal Studios. They had big plans for her, hoping she would bring the same kind of success that 20th Century Fox had with Marilyn Monroe. Van Doren, whose signing day coincided with the inauguration of President Eisenhower, was given the first name Mamie for Ike's wife, Mamie Eisenhower. Universal first cast Van Doren in a minor role as a singer in Forbidden (Rudolph Maté, 1953), starring Tony Curtis. Interested in Van Doren's allure, Universal then cast her again opposite Curtis in The All American (Jesse Hibbs, 1953), playing her first major role as Susie Ward, a wayward girl who is the man-trap at a campus beer joint. In Yankee Pasha (Joseph Pevney, 1954), starring Jeff Chandler and Rhonda Fleming, she played a slave girl, Lilith. In 1955, she had a supporting role in the musical Ain't Misbehavin' (Edward Buzzell, 1955) and starred in the crime-drama Running Wild (Abner Biberman, 1955). Soon thereafter, Van Doren turned down a Broadway role in the play Will Success Spoil Rock Hunter?, and was replaced by newcomer Jayne Mansfield. In 1956, Van Doren appeared in the Western Star in the Dust (Charles F. Haas, 1956). Though Van Doren garnered prominent billing alongside John Agar and Richard Boone, she appears rather briefly, as the daughter of a ranch owner. By this time, Van Doren had grown tired of Universal, which was only casting her in non-breakthrough roles. Therefore, Van Doren began accepting bigger roles in better movies from other studios, such as Teacher's Pet (George Seaton, 1958) with Doris Day and Clark Gable. She appeared in some of the first films to feature rock 'n' roll music, such as Untamed Youth (Howard W. Koch, 1957). The film was originally condemned by the Catholic Legion of Decency, but that only served to enhance the curiosity factor, resulting in it being a big moneymaker for the studio. Van Doren became identified with this rebellious style, and made some rock records. She went to star in several bad girl movies that later became cult films. These include Born Reckless (Howard W. Koch, 1958), High School Confidential (Jack Arnold, 1958), and The Beat Generation (Charles F. Haas, 1959). After Universal Studios chose not to renew her contract in 1959, Van Doren was now a free agent and had to struggle to find work.
Mamie Van Doren became known for her provocative roles. She was in prison for Girls Town (Charles F. Haas, 1959), which provoked censors with a shower scene where audiences could see Van Doren's naked back. As Eve in The Private Lives of Adam and Eve (Mickey Rooney, Albert Zugsmith, 1960) she wore only fig leaves, and in other films, like Vice Raid (Edward L. Cahn, 1960) audiences were clued in as to the nature of the films from the titles. Many of these productions were low-budget B-movies which sometimes gained a cult following for their high camp value. An example is Sex Kittens Go to College (Albert Zugsmith, 1960), which co-starred Tuesday Weld and Mijanou Bardot - Brigitte's sister. Mamie also appeared in foreign productions, such as the Italian crime comedy Le bellissime gambe di Sabrina/The Beautiful Legs of Sabrina (Camillo Mastrocinque, 1959) with Antonio Cifariello, and the Argentine film Una americana en Buenos Aires/The Blonde from Buenos Aires (George Cahan, 1961) with Jean-Pierre Aumont. Van Doren took some time off from her career and came back to the screen in 1964. That year she played in the German Western musical Freddy und das Lied der Prärie/In the Wild West (Sobey Martin, 1964), starring Freddy Quinn and Rik Battaglia. Tommy Noonan convinced Van Doren to appear in 3 Nuts in Search of a Bolt (Tommy Noonan, 1964). Van Doren had turned down Noonan's previous offer to star in Promises! Promises!, in which she would have to do nude scenes. She was replaced by Jayne Mansfield. In 3 Nuts in Search of a Bolt, Mamie did a beer-bath scene, but is not seen nude. She posed for Playboy to promote the film. Van Doren next appeared in The Las Vegas Hillbillys (Arthur C. Pierce, 1966) which co-starred Jayne Mansfield. It was the only time two of 'The Three M's' appeared together in a film. A sequel was titled Hillbillys in a Haunted House, but Van Doren turned this role down, and was replaced by Joi Lansing. She appeared in You've Got to Be Smart (Ellis Kadison, 1967), and the Sci-Fi film, Voyage to the Planet of Prehistoric Women (1968), directed by the young Peter Bogdanovich (as Derek Thomas). In this film astronauts land on Venus and encounter dangerous creatures and meet sexy Venusian women who like to sun-bathe in hip-hugging skin-tight pants and seashell brassieres. In 1968, she was offered the role of a murder victim in the independent horror film The Ice House as a replacement for Mansfield, who died the previous year. She turned the offer down, however, and was replaced by Sabrina. During the Vietnam War, she did tours for U.S. troops in Vietnam for three months in 1968, and again in 1970. Van Doren also developed a nightclub act and did live theatre. She performed in stage productions of Gentlemen Prefer Blondes and Dames at Sea at the Drury Lane Theater, Chicago, and appeared in Will Success Spoil Rock Hunter? and The Tender Trap at the Arlington Park Theater. In the 1970s, Van Doren performed a nightclub act in Las Vegas as well. Van Doren had a supporting role in the Western The Arizona Kid (Luciano B. Carlos, 1970). Since then, Van Doren has appeared only in cameo appearances in low-budgeted films. To this date Van Doren's last film appearance was a cameo role in the comedy Slackers (Dewey Nicks, 2002). Van Doren's guest appearances on television include Jukebox Jury, What's My Line, The Bob Cummings Show, The Jack Benny Show, Fantasy Island, Burke's Law, Vega$, and L.A. Law. She released her autobiography, Playing the Field, in 1987 which brought much new attention and proved to be her biggest media splash in over 25 years. Since the book's publication she has often been interviewed and profiled and has occasionally returned to acting. Van Doren has been married five times. Her first marriage was to sportswear manufacturer Jack Newman whom she married and divorced in 1950. Her second marriage was to bandleader, composer and actor Ray Anthony whom she married in 1955. They had one son, Perry Ray Anthony (1956). The couple later divorced in 1961. When Van Doren's early 1960s, highly publicized, on-again off-again engagement to baseball player Bo Belinsky ended in 1964, she married baseball player Lee Meyers in 1966. They were divorced in 1967. Her fourth marriage was to businessman Ross McClintock in 1972. They met while working on President Nixon's reelection campaign; the marriage was annulled in 1973. Since 1979 she has been married to Thomas Dixon, an actor and dentist.
Sources: Wikipedia and IMDb.
La Casa de los Tiros es un museo e inmueble situado en la ciudad española de Granada, comunidad autónoma de Andalucía. Se encuentra ubicada en el barrio del Realejo, en la calle Pavaneras. Su nombre se debe a las piezas de artillería que hay en sus almenas. Actualmente es la sede del Museo Casa de los Tiros de Granada; durante algunos años, fue sede asimismo del Ateneo de Granada.
Fue construida en el siglo XVI a similitud de los palacios granadinos de la época y adquirida por Gil Vázquez de Rengifo, comendador de Montiel y uno de los caballeros que participaron en la Conquista de Granada junto a los Reyes Católicos. La casa formó parte de la muralla del barrio de los Alfareros, de ahí su aspecto de fortaleza militar. Del edificio original solo se conserva el Torreón, en torno al cual se ha ido construyendo posteriormente.
Los primeros propietarios de la casa fueron los Granada Venegas, linaje que comienza con Pedro de Granada (Cidi Yahya) noble descendiente de Yusuf IV e hijo del infante del Almería y Alcaide de Baza, se reconvirtió al cristianismo. Se casó con su prima Cetti Meriem, que cambió su nombre por el de María Venegas una vez reconvertida junto a su marido, comenzando con esta unión el linaje de los Granada-Venegas.
La casa ha pertenecido hasta 1921 a los marqueses de Campotejar, título que le fue otorgado a la familia Granada Venegas en reconocimiento a los servicios prestados a la corona. Tras un largo pleito mantenido con ellos (desde el siglo XVIII al XX), pasó a manos del Estado.
La fachada de la torre, pues tal es la forma del edificio, de sillería y decorada por cinco esculturas sobre consolas, que representan a Hércules, Teseo, Mercurio, Jasón y Héctor. Los héroes están representados en actitud de disposición a entrar en batalla en cualquier momento. Tienen los pies separados para alcanzar mayor estabilidad, los hombros enderezados y la vista enfocada fijamente a la lejanía. Las figuras son en tamaño natural y dado que la fachada del estrecho edificio de tres pisos carece de otros elementos decorativos, su virilidad y belicosidad causan una gran impresión.4En la fachada se abre una gran puerta adintelada del siglo XVII y sobre ésta hay tallada una espada que perfora un corazón. Se puede leer el siguiente lema: "El (corazón) manda". Encontramos dos balcones y tres aldabas de bronce, sujetas por corazones a modo de clavos que las sujetan, donde puede leerse: "¡El corazón manda! Gente de guerra, exercita las armas.
El corazón se quiebra cual aldaba llamándonos a la batalla y Aldabadas son las que da Dios y las siente el corazón"
El zaguán, de gran altura, ocupa la parte baja de la torre, cubierto por un techo de madera plano con grandes vigas apoyadas en zapatas góticas. Entre las vigas, pinturas policromadas de animales mitológicos y fieras luchando.
El patio de formas sencillas, con paredes encaladas, y al estilo musulmán con una pequeña fuente en medio y columnas nazaríes.
La escalera principal moderna, datada del siglo XVIII y culminada con bóveda con ventanas, da paso a la planta superior, y decorada con una colección procedente del Generalife de retratos de los reyes españoles de la Casa de Austria realizados por los retratistas de la Corte, copias efectuadas durante los siglos XVI y XVII.
La escalera principal en el siglo XVI, contiene decoración pictórica mural, representando a las virtudes: Caridad, Esperanza, Justicia y una Inmaculada.
En la parte trasera del edificio se encuentra el pequeño jardín, tan típico de las construcciones granadinas, donde se encuentran cipreses, parterres de boj, granados, naranjos y arrayanes. Cuenta con una fuente y un estanque, así como con bustos y esculturas. Algunos de sus arbustos tienen nombres, al haber sido plantados por intelectuales de la época, como es el caso de un laurel que plantó Elena Martín Vivaldi.
La Cuadra Dorada, la sala más emblemática del edificio, con armadura renacentista que decora su techo y pinturas murales. Su nombre hace referencia a la abundancia de reflejos dorados de su alfarje o artesonado. Formado por grandes tablones con bajorrelieves y textos, apoyados en grandes vigas y zapatas con formas de personajes históricos, representando un tablero de ajedrez, siendo una muestra de aquellos que lucharon por conseguir la unidad de España, describiendo bajo cada uno las hazañas que los hicieron famosos. Se encuentra Alarico, Hermenegildo, Recaredo, Alfonso V, López de Mendoza, así como los Reyes Católicos artífices de dicha unidad y Carlos I, que la elevó a categoría de Imperio, e Isabel de Portugal . Los frescos ubicados en las paredes representan a héroes y guerreros, y hay cuatro tondos con las figuras en relieve de heroínas de la Antigüedad.
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The Casa de los Tiros is a museum and building located in the Spanish city of Granada, in the autonomous community of Andalusia. It is located in the Realejo neighbourhood, on Pavaneras Street. Its name comes from the artillery pieces on its battlements. It is currently the headquarters of the Museo Casa de los Tiros de Granada; for some years it was also the headquarters of the Granada Athenaeum.
It was built in the 16th century in the style of the Granada palaces of the time and was acquired by Gil Vázquez de Rengifo, Commander of Montiel and one of the knights who took part in the Conquest of Granada alongside the Catholic Monarchs. The house formed part of the wall of the Alfareros quarter, hence its appearance as a military fortress. Of the original building, only the tower remains, around which construction has been carried out since then.
The first owners of the house were the Granada Venegas, a lineage that began with Pedro de Granada (Cidi Yahya), a noble descendant of Yusuf IV and son of the Infante del Almería and Alcaide de Baza, who reconverted to Christianity. He married his cousin Cetti Meriem, who changed her name to María Venegas once she and her husband were reconverted, thus beginning the lineage of the Granada-Venegas family.
The house belonged until 1921 to the Marquises of Campotejar, a title granted to the Granada Venegas family in recognition of their services to the crown. After a long dispute with them (from the 18th to the 20th century), it passed into the hands of the State.
The façade of the tower, which is the shape of the building, is of ashlar masonry and decorated with five sculptures on consoles, representing Hercules, Theseus, Mercury, Jason and Hector. The heroes are depicted in an attitude of readiness to enter battle at any moment. Their feet are splayed for stability, their shoulders are straight and their gaze is fixed in the distance. The figures are life-size, and since the façade of the narrow three-storey building lacks other decorative elements, their virility and bellicosity make a strong impression.4 A large 17th-century lintelled door opens on the façade, and above it is carved a sword piercing a heart. The following motto can be read: "El (corazón) manda" (The (heart) rules). There are two balconies and three bronze doorknockers, held in place by hearts like nails, which read: 'The heart rules! People of war, exercise your weapons.
The heart breaks like a knocker calling us to battle and knockers are those given by God and felt by the heart".
The high entrance hall occupies the lower part of the tower, covered by a flat wooden roof with large beams supported by Gothic footings. Between the beams are polychrome paintings of mythological animals and wild beasts fighting.
The courtyard is simple in form, with whitewashed walls, and in the Muslim style with a small fountain in the middle and Nasrid columns.
The modern main staircase, dating from the 18th century and crowned with a vaulted ceiling with windows, leads to the upper floor, decorated with a collection from the Generalife of portraits of the Spanish kings of the House of Austria by court portraitists, copies made during the 16th and 17th centuries.
The main staircase, dating from the 16th century, contains pictorial mural decoration, representing the virtues: Charity, Hope, Justice and an Immaculate Conception.
At the back of the building is the small garden, so typical of Granada buildings, where there are cypresses, boxwood, pomegranate, orange and myrtle trees. It has a fountain and a pond, as well as busts and sculptures. Some of the shrubs have names, having been planted by intellectuals of the time, such as a laurel tree planted by Elena Martín Vivaldi.
The Cuadra Dorada, the most emblematic room in the building, with Renaissance armour decorating its ceiling and mural paintings. Its name refers to the abundance of golden reflections in its alfarje or coffered ceiling. Formed by large planks with bas-reliefs and texts, supported by large beams and footings in the shape of historical figures, representing a chessboard, it is a sample of those who fought to achieve the unity of Spain, describing under each one the exploits that made them famous. There is Alaric, Hermenegildo, Recaredo, Alfonso V, López de Mendoza, as well as the Catholic Monarchs, the architects of this unity and Carlos I, who elevated it to the category of Empire, and Isabella of Portugal. The frescoes on the walls depict heroes and warriors, and there are four tondos with relief figures of heroines of antiquity.
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We appreciate the courtesy of Chatwick University Archives for letting us use the journals in our research, and for permission to use parts for the genesis of “Dare’s Game”.
Dare’s Game
Beth, eagerly looking for Dare, walked straight into Seth’s cunning snare…..
Suffix, circa 1910?. It was during this time a fanciful young lady, whom we will call Beth, started a journal which she would faithfully keep over the course of almost 50 years. She led quite an adventuresome life for a lady of that time, and her journals were filled with many tales and observations of her exploits. The following story is derived from events that she penned down in the early years in her journal.
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Beth had known Dare since their childhood. Dare was a handsome free spirited youth only two years her senior, who lived for the games his life had to offer. As his cherished nickname inferred, Dare was always trying to find the thrill out of anything he could think up, relishing to go beyond the pale in anything he attempted. Dare always a little different, harboring feelings and ideas way beyond his years, almost as if he had lived a previous life and retained something from it in his being.
Beth would remember times playing dress up with Dare’s sister Diana in some old gowns of their mothers. It was always then that Dare and his friends seemed to appear and talk them into playing hide n seek, tag or cops n robbers. Dare seemed to take pleasure in cajoling the girls into playing with them in this manner. Eyeing them as they played with a far off look that suggested the game they were playing had more meaning to him than he could ever venture to say. It was hard for Beth to explain it, but she did find it pleasurable (almost erotic using a word whose term she would learn much later) to be observed by him in this way.
One warm fall day Diana and Beth headed down to an old shack located near some railroad tracks at the back of a cornfield. Diana was dressed in a long satin play gown with her mother’s jewelry, which Dare had called rhinestones. Beth, herself dressed in a long flowing dress, loved the way Diana’s jewels twinkled and sparkled as she walked. They were going to pretend the shack was a ballroom and they were one their way to a fancy dance, like Beth’s and Diana’s parents had recently attended. Diana wasn’t supposed to be wearing her mother’s jewelry outside the house, but as a result of Dare’s teasing, had done so anyway.
They had reached the shack, an old white brick building with a wooden roof half fallen in, when a man’s voice suddenly said behind them, what are you two ladies up to? Turning they were confronted by a happily sneering drifter. The grubby man looked around, alone is we, and advanced towards them. The two girls stood petrified, he reached out and probed Diana along her side, pretty dress missy, he said, sparsely toothed mouth grinning like a pumpkin. He suddenly reached up and tore the necklace away from Diana’s throat, sending her falling backwards. Beth screamed bloody murder, as the vagrant turned heel, running off towards the tracks. Suddenly Dare appeared, and Beth, meaning to yell for help, exclaimed instead “help honey” to Dare. Dares eyes took on a very different look, almost of a burning yearning. Beth told him what had happened and he took off down towards the tracks in hot pursuit. For Beth, the look he had given her and the way he had dashed off excited her beyond measure. Even for someone that young, Beth now knew what Dare meant to her. From then on, playing games with Dare took on a heightened meaning for Beth.
But, nothing really changed in their relationship until Beth’s sophomore year of high school. Beth was sixteen at the time, a whimsical being, passionate, innocent, not particularly attractive, but radiating with a love of life. A living free spirit, developing into a very sexual being by the time her and Diana decided to attend their schools prom in their sophomore year. Beth dressed in a fuchsia coloured satin dress with dangling rhinestone earrings that had been” borrowed” from Diana’s Mother, the same ones Diana had been wearing when they had run into the drifter at the shack. Diana slipped into the slinky blue spaghetti strap gown and matching cover-all that she had worn as her cousin’s bridesmaid. She was wearing sapphire costume jewels patterned after the hope diamond. Their parents had given them a hard time when they saw their made up girls in their gowns and finery , admonishing them for looking way too mature. They smiled, consoling their parents fears, and went off on their adventure.
Their eyes were dazzled by the display of lights, the cheerfully student filled room, the band. They had stopped and were letting it all sink in, when Beth felt a hand on her shoulder. She turned and came face to face with Dare, who once again had the same yearning fire in his eyes as on that fateful day at the old shack. A veil was lifted from between the two, and Beth spent the whole evening encompassed in Dare’s arms. Soon after that the two had begun seeing much more of one another. Their relationship was still going strong eight years later.
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8 Years Later
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Come on Dare, let’s go to the Riverside, it will be fun she urged. She had been trying to get her fiancé’ to take her to the exclusive five star resorts for some time. And now she had a free overnight room card she had won at work! Dare looked into Beth’s wide, hope filled eyes, knowing her passion for attending these types of affairs. Ever hopeful she would see someone rich. Dare knew how to use this to his advantage. Finally he buckled, all right, only if we play the game afterwards he bargained. She squirmed inwardly with passion, nodding her agreement. Beth found the game exciting, though she would never let on to Dare. And, you must wear the gold bridesmaid gown and jewels you wore to your friend’s wedding last week , he added, a wistful smile lighting up his thin face.. Okay she agreed, trying to sound reluctant, but truthfully feeling multiple tingles of delight.
Dare was handsome, in a scrawny, thin bearded, sort of way ( From an old photo that survives he resembled a young Johnny Depp… the eds), with a witty writers imagination and a playful disposition. He could always make Beth laugh, feeling his excitement as he drew her into his stories and games. She would never admit to it, but found the game delightfully erogenous. She smiled to herself, so Dare had liked the satin gown after all, he had not shown any interest in her wearing it since the wedding. And the jewelry, the small rhinestone pendent and earrings had been pretty, but Beth soon came up with another idea. She would knock his socks off by wearing the glittering diamonds and emeralds that had been inherited from her grandmother. The set had laid collecting dust in a safety deposit box all these years, unworn. She had never told Dare about them, waiting for the perfect occasion. She could just imagine the look in his eyes when he saw her wearing them. Okay then, game on, Beth thought, wickedly sending shivers up and down her spine.
Dare’s Game was based on role playing:
Dare would give Beth money to purchase a new outfit, something rich and shiny, like silk or satin. With the new outfit, Beth would wear the good gold jewelry she had received from Dare on her birthdays. The idea was to acting like a bored rich girl out for a good time, alone and vulnerable.
Dare would be at the hotel bar, waiting for Beth to make her entrance, then make her acquaintance , playing a debonair, suited gentleman with a mysterious past and a hidden agenda. They would make a date later, usually to dance and have drinks.
Then that evening, she would go down to the bar. Dressed in one of the long gowns Dare favored, fitting in with the usual spillover from a wedding reception that had been held in one of the Ballrooms. Sometimes she would wear the rhinestone jewelry they had purchased together at various antique stores. Then Beth would wait for Dare to make his entrance, signaling the time for Dare’s game. He would assume one of several roles, or possibly a new one that Beth had never seen. In the past Dare had played:
A spy who would dance with Beth, then disappear. Sending a note to Beth via a third person that would have her meet him clandestinely in a remote location…
A highwayman who would come across Beth on the castle grounds , usually the resorts empty gardens at night….
A rich millionaire looking for romance…
A kidnapper hired by an evil uncle, who after tying up Beth and removing her valuables would have a change of heart….
A Jewel thief who would be cunningly after her valuables…
A handsome prince rescuing Beth’s damsel in distress ….
Or Dare’s favorite, centered on their old childhood game of cops and robbers. Dare would play the thief, and steal something from Beth, usually while dancing. He would then leave preset clues around the grounds that she would have to follow to catch him.
All of the games usually led to some playful groping and then escalating into the upper echelons of erotic pleasure. Sometimes they never made out of the woods, or barely out of the ballroom. Beth shivered at these thoughts, wishing she didn’t have to wait….
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Three weeks later at the Riverside Resort.
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In the Bar:
At the bar, Dare smiled to himself, pleased. He had dropped Beth off to check in by herself. She would change into her new outfit and wear it down to the bar for lunch. She would come in acting like a complete stranger to the area. Dare would make her acquaintance, invite her to lunch, and make plans to see her that evening at the resorts dance room. There were two wedding receptions going on, and that dance room should be filled with well-dressed patrons. Beth would fit right in; clad that pretty gown she had promised to wear.
Dare had been sitting at the bar, thinking about ways to play out the game that evening, when the answer came to him, in the form of a stranger who had come with his drink and sat next to him. The stranger introduced himself as Seth, and shaking Dare’s hand sat on the stool next to him. After they had had couple of drinks, they had become quite chummy. Seth explaining he had come up for one of the weddings, and assumed Dare was doing the same. Seth did not fail to observe Dare’s secretive smile, but did not question it. Their conversation was distracted only when a newcomer appeared at the entrance. Beth walked in, a long flowing silky skirt swishing down to her leather sandals. A shiny, long sleeved satin top fitting tightly along her perky figure, with bright gold jewelry complementing the ensemble. Real gold, Seth observed silently to himself.
Beth went to a table, both men going silent as they watched her move through the room. Good-looking one, that, Seth commented, looking at Dare who was deep in thought as his eyes were fixed on the sexy newcomer. Seth teasingly offered Dare a penny for his thoughts. Dare smiled mischievously, letting lose his plans. Seth listened to the young man, smiling as a light went on in his steal grey eyes. When Dare finished he offered up a suggestion as to how Dare could make it really interesting for Beth. The two co-conspirators worked it out: Seth told Dare about a stone hut and wall that was located on the back nine of the resorts golf course. He suggested that he, Seth, would meet Beth that evening and pass a note onto her from Dare saying that he was in trouble and needed her help, with directions to the spot. Dare liked the idea, and wrote the note on a cocktail napkin, cementing the plan by handing it to Seth.
Off you go old chap, let Uncle Seth take care of his end, he said grinning, giving Dare a sporting clap on the back. With a wink, Dare left his fellow collaborator, and went over to Beth, who had since been seated by a male waiter, now standing drooling over her shoulder as she looked at the menu.
Later that same evening, inside the crowded club:
Seth had stopped by the bar for a last drink. His business venture had been concluded earlier than he had expected. With the change in his plans, he had checked out early, his kit packed, boot loaded and the car ready. He now sat at the bar Causley watching young lass of about seventeen who had literally ran into him at one of the receptions. He watched her flirting about the club, weaving in and out of the guests. With a long swishing gown flowing provocatively along her lithe figure, abundant, solid white gold chains swinging out in an alluringly eye catching manner as she scurried about. A diminutive gold ring its half caret diamond flickered playfully from the petite pinky it loosely surrounded once again welcomed his contemplation. The lass presented quite an intriguing gold feathered fledgling, just begging to be plucked. He looked around, spying her parents on the dance floor. The father/husband, despite being an excellent dancer, gave him no interest. It was his partner, the wife/ mother, decked out in a iridescent suit and long swishing satin skirt upon which he now was reexamining. He again studied under the bright dance floor lights her fine pearls dangling from her ears, throat, and wrists. But it was the Ladies’ two rings that stole the show for him; an engagement ring with a rock of at least 2 carets surrounded by numerous shimmering half caret stones and a pinky ring similar to her daughters, that proudly displayed a single white solitaire diamond of at least one caret that had garnered his consideration. He also reconsidered the facts that he had been able to garnish about the lady who wore them, and her husband. The wife/mother was a heavy drinker who would not be expected to make any kind of appearance before noon. Hubby was a golfer, who would be out for breakfast at five am before being on the links at 6 am the next morning . At 5 :15 Seth was planning to pay a visit to his suite, and relieve his two ladies of their expensive trinkets. It should be an easy straight forward caper, that had Seth bristling with anticipation at the prospect.
As he was tossing down the last of his drink he remembered about Dare and the note he still had in his pocket. Setting down the empty glass, he pulled the note out and looked at it, kids he smirked, and was preparing to crinkle toss it on the bar and leave, when his eyes caught sight of Beth. He had felt his breath taken away when he saw her. Not at all what he had expected, he would say to Beth much later in the evening. He looked over the note, stirrings of a plan began formulating. All thoughts of the dancing couple and his plans fled his mind, as He rose, throwing a fiver on the bar and went off to intercept Beth.
Seth held Beth in his arms, she was a vivacious little thing he thought, while smiling charmingly into her eyes. She seemed a little apprehensive at first, but had settled right in when he had told her this had been set up by Dare, remember me at the bar with him this afternoon he had consoled her, she had smile brightly into his eyes in answer. He relished in the feel of her warm satin gown, and allowed himself to be mesmerized by the shimmer of her diamonds.
It reminded him of the diamonds that had been worn by one of his dance partners earlier that evening at a reception. He had forgotten her name, but not her diamonds, one of which now resided in a hidden compartment of his roadsters boot, along with the diamond pin he had slipped off the satin cape he had cordially help a well-dressed lady put on. He had also shelved his plans for his 5:15 am “meeting” at the golf playing husbands hotel room, Beth’s jewels were a much more lucrative prospect.
When the dance had ended he took her to the bar and sat her down, ordering her a drink. She seemed a little perplexed, Seth kissed her gloved hand; wait for it he told her mysteriously, winking into her eyes. Beth had winked back, the fire in her heart reflecting deep in her eyes. Seth left, smiling cleverly to himself as he took in his surroundings. He looked around as he walked away, now where had the little imp gotten off too?
He had decided that the seventeen year old in the long flirting gown would play a very different role in his plans. He approached her, with Dares note and a twenty. Thought for a moment about the pair of thick platinum gold chains dangling from her throat down the open neckline of the girl’s glossy gown, then banished the though, he had bigger fish to filet. The twenty caught her attention and she eagerly listened as he explained to her what to do, pointing out Beth sitting, waiting in earnest at the bar. Wait until she finishes her drink, Seth told her as she listened eagerly. She took the twenty into her hand, the half caret diamond on her pinky ring flashing, and her gold chain bracelets jangled as she grasped it. Seth left, figuring he had about twenty minutes to stop at his car, get a few items from the boot, and put his plan in motion.
Beth had curiously received the note from the attractively shy young lady, clad a slinky gown that made her appear years older. Reading it she folded it and was just getting up when a man wearing a suit came up to her and offered to let her dance with him. It took her some time, before she was finally able to ward him off and leave the brilliantly lit clubroom for the dark, forbidding grounds outside.
Now, a thoroughly excited Beth walked up the hill. Her senses becoming more prickling alert with each step. Innocently unaware that she was no longer playing a role in Dare’s game!
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Epilogue:
As Seth walked away admiring the shimmery necklace, his thoughts travelled back to the gold burdened impish youngster in the swirling gown, and her pearl and diamond laden mother. Revisiting his original plans he decided that he liked the odds, especially since they would be against him. With the father leaving early to meet his cronies for breakfast the Mother should be still sleeping off her drink induced stupor, the hyperactive girl should still be out cold, but presented no risk if she awoke, he had more rope. The ladies jewels should be lying about in the apartment, or handedly on their persons( the pairs of diamond pinky rings, as well as the multi-diamond engagement ring flashed once again across his memory with all their brilliant glory),as he caught fire with the vision. There could be a safe he reasoned, but with a tied up daughter and a knife in his hand, the mother should have no issue opening it for him, or disclosing anywhere else her jewels may have been hidden . But if there was no safe, and the rings, pearls and solid white gold chains were somewhere in the room, he knew he would be able to noiselessly break in, find and slip the jewels from wherever they were perched, and be safely on his way without even causing the slightest stir from the sleeping woman and her daughter. It was a road Seth had travelled down many times. He prickled at the thought, as he foresightedly tallied up the potential haul while making his way to the car. The Mother/wife’s diamond rings, would easily fetch him at least three grand, probably close five with her pearls and the whelp’s jewelry added in. About a quarter of what he probably would get for the jewels now in his procession, so he mused inquisitively to himself, so ,was it worth the risk of his 20,000 bird in hand? Yes he answered himself, as all too familiar and welcome tingling sensation overwhelmed Seths muscular body. Like Dare, Seth like to play risky games, especially those which promised to be somewhat profitable. It would be a tantalizingly chancy gamble of his own; to wait a safe distance away while things cooled down and then return to break into the un protected sleeping ladies chamber.. He knew just the place to hide , and it would be a perfect spot to watch events unfold around Beth and Dare, while making his plans! It also afforded a nicely secret hiding nook for the ill-gotten gains collected so far that evening in case something went wrong, which it wouldn’t..
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Cigarettes with names like Hope, Fortune, Mighty ... sold on the streets of Iligan, Philippines by a child.
Meeting aérien "Air Legend" 2019 (Melun-Villaroche)
Fouga CM-175 Zéphyr - F-AZPF n°28 - Aéronautique Navale française - Association "Zéphyr 28" (Nîmes-Garons)
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Les meetings sont l'occasion de rapprocher le public et ces pilotes passionnés qui font revivre l'histoire aérienne.
Stampe SV-4 au meeting national de Dijon-Longvic en 2008 (Bourgogne - Côte d'Or)
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Initialement découvert en Sarre, le gisement houiller fut exploité côté français à partir de 1856 à Petite-Rosselle. La famille Wendel était alors à la tête d'un empire sidérurgique français.
La mine Wendel comportait 3 puits, créés de 1862 à 1935.
Interrompu par la Seconde Guerre mondiale, nationalisé en 1946, le carreau Wendel reprend ses travaux de modernisation et de creusement du puits Wendel 3 en 1947 pour s'achever en 1952, à 902 mètres de profondeur.
En 1960, le siège Wendel pouvait extraire jusqu'à 10 000 tonnes quotidiennes de charbon avec un effectif de 5 000 mineurs.
Il cesse son activité en 1986, mais une partie des infrastructures du site est encore utilisée jusqu'en 1989. Le puits Wendel 1 ferme en 1989, Wendel 2 en 1992 et Wendel 3 en 2001.
Aujourd'hui, le carreau Wendel est le plus important site d'extraction du charbon encore conservé en France. La quasi totalité des bâtiments et machines a été préservée.
Le site est ouvert au public. On peut y voir les machines d'extraction, les lavoirs, la sous-station électrique, les salles de douches et la lampisterie. On peut même descendre au fond d'un puits par un des ascenseurs qu'utilisaient les mineurs.
Face à ce patrimoine heureusement parvenu jusqu'à nous, on ne peut qu'être ému et rendre hommage à ces hommes qui ont, parfois au prix de leur vie, permis de chauffer les foyers français pendant plusieurs décennies.
Je n'ai malheureusement pas pu tout visiter, faute de temps. Voici une sélection de photos prises à l'extérieur du site.