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Grade II listed ornate gates at Warrington Cheshire fronting the Town Hall, made in Coalbrookdale Shropshire in 1862 gifted to the town in 1893 and erected in 1895.
Gate of Athena Archegetis, the monumental western entrance to the Roman Agora in Athens, Greece. Built around 11 BCE using bright Pentelic marble, featuring four fluted Doric columns supporting an entablature and pediment. Erected with funds donated by Julius Caesar and Augustus as a dedicated gateway to the city's main Roman commercial marketplace.
in san francisco for a conference right now, what a fabulous city!! no time for editing, but want to share some photos.
the fabulous golden gate bridge amongst the fog.
That fog doesn't mess around. Just another blue hour shot of the Golden Gate Bridge. It was quite chilly for a night in June, and the bridge was covered in fog within minutes after this shot was taken...
Taking Golden Gate bridge pictures from a moving car is tricky even when you are not the one driving. Most of mine were crap. But then you can always play with them, edit to no end and call them "art"! HSS!
Gates.
02/02/17.
Pentax P30 SLR.
Kodak Double X 5222 at 200ASA.
Developed by me.
Rodinal, 1+60, 7 mins, 20C, Fomafix P, spiral tank.
Scanned with Epson Scan V550.
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Woo, down to the wire this week.
I'm not usually so last minute but it's been hard to sit at the computer with all the nothingness I've had to do the last few days.
I knew early on that I'd be dog-sitting all weekend, so I figured I'd take my picture at Zoey's house.
I also knew what theme I wanted to go for...
Something I feel very strongly about:
Yard dogs.
Now, plenty of people have a house, and a yard, and a dog (or two or three.) And that's fine and dandy, don't get me wrong. But there are people who specifically have yard dogs, and that's where I have an issue.
Most of you know what I'm talking about. The scruffy, matted, muddy something-doodle obsessively running up and down the chain-link fence at the dead end street. The over-sized husky howling his sorrowful song atop his dog house during the middle of the night. The old, wobbly beagle wagging his tail as he slowly follows pedestrians along the perimeter of his yard - obviously starved for attention.
These are just some of the examples I've come across while exploring various neighborhoods here and there. I've been planning on starting a little project and photographing some of these dogs, but for now I just walk and observe. And what I see makes me sad.
I'm not someone who could ever have an "outside only dog" - it just doesn't feel right. I can understand the necessity sometimes, like with working breeds. A livestock guardian, for instance, needs to live among whatever it's protecting. I get that. But too often, I wonder why some of these everyday folks even bothered getting a dog, when they go through such great lengths to isolate it from their lives.
Most "animal people" will agree that a dog is part of the family. Zoey and Bailey, while having a fully functional, fenced yard, are family dogs. They sleep inside (on one of 6 pet beds), they eat good food, they have regular vet checkups. They make a show of barking at people coming onto their property but they were raised to love everyone (especially the neighborhood kids who hop the fence to say hello.) While they aren't taken out for walks (which is something that bugs me, but with 4 kids to look after it's understandable that the dogs will have to sacrifice something), they almost always get to go up to the lake house with their humans for a change of scenery. (They had to stay behind this time because it was a wedding occasion and 50 guests to deal with meant no dogs allowed.)
As someone who's almost always lived in an apartment, I must say most house-dwellers have got it easy when it comes to pet ownership. I have more free time here, with three dogs, than I do at home, with one dog. I get up, let the pups out, they do their business, they play, they come in, they sleep... A few hours later, we rinse and repeat. At night I go to bed with all three of them dead to the world from a full day of frolicking.
It's almost too easy. Herein lies the problem sometimes.
With the economy issues the last few years, I've seen a lot of people lose their homes. Along with that, one of the first things to go is the dog. "I'm moving into an apartment and I have to rehome my teacup chihuahua because there's no room" is often code for "I'm too lazy to walk my dog" or "there's no way my dog can adjust to apartment life because he has never lived inside before." Drives me crazy. I'd argue that ANY breed (or mix) can live comfortably indoors. A yard does nothing but give you an out from ... well, getting out.
I could go on but I'll stop the rant there. Long story short, I believe owning a pet should be harder work than many people let it be. There's tons of responsible pet owners out there who get it right, but they're equally matched by the irresponsible... and they get it so, so wrong. And, sadly, it's the pets who suffer for their luxury.
Climb out of your holes, people! And please take your dogs with you.
A moment to talk about the photo, now... It's my first upload with my new lens! Nothing fancy 'cause all the ones I really want are upwards of $600 and this is just a higher end kit lens, but it's fun having a bit of a wider angle to mess with. Zoom's gonna take some getting used to but we'll see what comes out of it.
I shot it a few different ways - higher up to see Haiku's face fully, and with his head placed at the gate opening for a clearer view. But when I went through the results, this one stuck out. The bar covering his eyes gave it the melancholy feel I was going for. Don't be fooled, though. Hike's anything but a neglected yard dog :)
His challenge for the week was being away from Zozo for the duration of the shoot (all of 5 minutes!) It'll be hard for him to go back home tomorrow. No yard, no full-time dog company... But we'll manage. Because as his owner, *I'll* sacrifice what I have to to keep him happy.
I'm also feeling a lot better about Flickr so I will definitely be back in the mix this week. Thanks to everyone who continues to read my essays :) I always enjoy hearing your thoughts!
View On Black and large.
Berlin, Germany, 2016 - Leica M7, Super-Elmar 21, Portra 160
gogermany.about.com/od/sightsandattractions/a/brandenburg...
Mark Rylance on The Gates of Shakespeare’s Globe Theatre
The Globe Theatre stands by the south bank of the Thames, near Southwark Bridge. The riverside here is a very emotional place for me. I first worked at the Globe before its reconstruction, doing Othello in the small Bear Garden theatre nearby. Then around 1991, while building work was being carried out, I did The Tempest down in the foundations. And in 1995, two years before the Globe officially opened, I became Artistic Director. I used to stand here late at night, looking out at St Paul’s, and later the Millennium Bridge… There’s a sense of time, the presence of other generations, especially those from Shakespeare’s lifetime.
Facing the river are the Globe Gates, which lead into the walled yard of the theatre. Before they were put up in 1997, it was just a concrete wall. Nine steps lead from the road up to the gates. If there’s no play on, the gates are pinned open during the day. They’re made of slender, vertical wrought iron stems that weave gently as they go up. At the top there are three curved tiers, so that the gates are tallest in the centre, reaching about 5 metres where they meet. They’re about the same width. All over the gates there are rows of small cast iron figures depicting plants, creatures and objects from Shakespeare’s plays. Each is a bit larger than a hand with fingers spread. There are over a hundred different figures, made by 130 blacksmiths from all over Europe, America and even further afield.
These gates were initiated by Sam Wanamaker as a fundraising and consciousness-raising project, and designed by Richard Quinnell, MBE. It was part of the architect Theo Crosby’s vision that the Globe should be a place of traditional craftwork – timber framework, lime plaster, thatch-work and blacksmithery - and that all of these crafts should inspire the artists in their craft.
The wonderful, curious figures include mermaids, crows, octopuses and peacocks, sheep, an owl, a stick of corn, rushes, butterflies and a dragon. The three lowest rows are within touching range – one about hip height, one around the shoulder and one just above the head. When the gates are pinned open, you’ll be able to feel the figures that are usually inside. With your back to the river, turn to the gate on your right. Going from left to right you’ll find at hip height: a kingfisher holding a fish in its beak, an abstract ox with long, tapering horns, a hare, powerful legs bent as if ready to leap, two entwined vipers with forked tongues and finally a chameleon, clinging to a branch. Above that, going left to right again, there’s a leek, a feather, quill and ink pot, a frog with spots on its back, an owl and primroses with five heart-shaped petals. And above that: a fig hanging on a branch, a shark, foxgloves, a big rough rat holding a tiny book, and the mask of an ape’s face. The ape’s eyes are bulging and its mouth is open as if in fear. Strangely, it has no teeth or tongue - its mouth is a smooth concave.
The thing with Shakespeare is that he gives soul to the whole of nature. In Cymbeline, when the flame of a candle sees Imogen’s sleeping face, even it falls in love with her: 'the flame o' the taper / Bows toward her, and would under-peep her lids, / To see the enclosed lights’. Plants and rocks are given a liveliness of consciousness. He observes nature so lovingly – that’s one of his gifts to us.
I can’t describe every figure, but I’ll pick out a few. Still with the gates pinned open, on the gate to your left you’ll find a disc-shaped one. It’s in the lowest row, three along from either side. Shaped like a large coin, it’s a 2-D picture of a man’s stockinged legs and a spaniel. The spaniel’s head and paws pop out – it’s stepping out of the picture. Along the edge of the coin it reads, ‘Troilus, faithful companion’, after Petruchio’s spaniel in Taming of the Shrew.
Immediately to the left of that there’s a mortar and pestle, belonging to the apothecary in Romeo and Juliet. The brim and base of the mortar fan out and the curled letters ‘Rx’ are raised on its surface, from the Latin symbol for presciption. Just beneath the brim there’s a lightly rendered Star of David – the figure was made in memory of someone called Ephriam Bodow.
If the gates are closed and you’re outside, you’ll find a hawk. It’s in the lowest row of the right hand gate - just beside the point where the two gates meet. The hawk is in profile, looking back over its shoulder. It’s perched on the blade of a handsaw, after Hamlet’s words: ‘I am but mad north-north-west: when the wind is southerly, I still know a hawk from a handsaw’.
One row up and one figure to the left is a Japanese Noh mask, made by a blacksmith in Japan. It has a smooth, serene expression, with the suggestion of a smile. And right at the top of the gates there are the two masks, of comedy – on the left – and tragedy – on the right. They are turned towards one another. The masks have angular, stylised faces like line drawings, with thin lips and pointed noses. Their expressions are surprisingly subtle: a smile plays on comedy’s lips, whereas tragedy’s brow is slightly furrowed, corners of the mouth turned down.
Taken from Fort baker during the Golden Gate Bridge's 75th year anniversary.
I think even though it was completed a couple of months ahead of this famous structure, that the Bay Bridge needs to have a head kicking celebration like this one.
Golden Gate Bridge seen from Baker Beach / California
One of the most beautiful bridges in the world 😍❤️
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Golden Gate Brücke gesehen vom Baker Beach/ Kalifornien
Eine der schönsten Brücken der Welt 😍❤️
Pale Death beats equally at the poor man's gate and at the palaces of kings. Horace. Roberts family plot at Robertsville state park in Robertsville Mo
Taken in 2014.
The Chinatown Gate (paifang) on Beach Street, a gift to Boston from Taiwan. The landscape on the hanging on the left is a reproduction of a Chinese painting at Boston's Museum of Fine Arts.
Architect: David Barclay, 1902-03.
This is one end of Kensington Gate, a winding terrace of rather grand houses. The West End of Glasgow has several formal crescents, both convex and concave, but this winding structure is unusual - perhaps it is Glasgow's equivalent to Newcastle's Byker Wall.
Before entering Newcastle Central station from the north the East Coast mainline cuts between the historic Black Gate and Castle Keep buildings.
The "Black Gate" was added to Newcastle Castle between 1247 and 1250, forming an additional barbican in front of the earlier north gate of the castle, which was built between 1172 and 1177.
43423 'Valenta' heads an ECS working from Heaton through to Sunderland on the morning of 30th April 2017.
Early morning on a ranch in the Aravaipa Canyon area in Arizona. The area must have received a recent rain, the ground was moist and the grass was green. We had seen cattle in nearby pastures and signs of cattle grazing in this pasture. The Cedar post and pipe gate just called to the ranch girl in me, so of course I snapped the shot.
When I got home and started processing some of my photos this was one of the first I looked for in the multitude of photos. I also love the Jumping Cholla cactus in the back ground. I know one thing, if I was gathering this herd on a horse I'd have a good pair of batwing chaps on to protect me from the cactus.
Thanks for looking and commenting.
Susan