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Some of you may have noticed that, unfortunately, owing to the fact that a certain person based in Kent who sells truck photos on eBay commercially has been lifting my images from this album and selling them I have had to remove 2300 photos that didn't have a watermark. I have now run around 1700 through Lightroom and added a watermark with the intention of bulk uploading them again. Rather than watermark the existing (hidden) files in Flickr one at a time it will be easier to do it this way. I definitely wonât be adding individual tags with the make and model of each vehicle I will just add generic transport tags. Each photo is named after the vehicle and reg in any case. For anyone new to these images there is a chapter and verse explanation below. It is staggering how many times I get asked questions that a quick scan would answer or just as likely I canât possibly answer â I didnât take them but just to clarify-I do own the copyright- and I do pursue copyright theft.
This is a collection of scanned prints from a collection of photographs taken by the late Jim Taylor A number of years ago I was offered a large number of photographs taken by Jim Taylor, a transport photographer based in Huddersfield. The collection, 30,000 prints, 20,000 negatives â and copyright! â had been offered to me and one of the national transport magazines previously by a friend of Jim's, on behalf of Jim's wife. I initially turned them down, already having over 30,000 of my own prints filed away and taking space up. Several months later the prints were still for sale â at what was, apparently, the going rate. It was a lot of money and I deliberated for quite a while before deciding to buy them. I did however buy them directly from Jimâs wife and she delivered them personally â just to quash the occasional rumour from people who canât mind their own business. Although some prints were sold elsewhere, particularly the popular big fleet stuff, I should have the negatives, unfortunately they came to me in a random mix, 1200 to a box, without any sort of indexing and as such it would be impossible to match negatives to prints, or, to even find a print of any particular vehicle. I have only ever looked at a handful myself unless I am scanning them. The prints are generally in excellent condition and I initially stored them in a bedroom without ever looking at any of them. In 2006 I built an extension and they had to be well protected from dust and moved a few times. Ultimately my former 6x7 box room office has become their (and my own workâs) permanent home.
I hope to avoid posting images that Jim had not taken his self, however should I inadvertently infringe another photographers copyright, please inform me by email and I will resolve the issue immediately. There are copyright issues with some of the photographs that were sold to me. A Flickr member from Scotland drew my attention to some of his own work amongst the first uploads of Jimâs work. I had a quick look through some of the 30 boxes of prints and decided that for the time being the safest thing for me to do was withdraw the majority of the earlier uploaded scans and deal with the problem â which I did. whilst the vast majority of the prints are Jims, there is a problem defining copyright of some of them, this is something that the seller did not make clear at the time. I am reasonably confident that I have since been successful in identifying Jims own work. His early work consists of many thousands of lustre 6x4 prints which are difficult to scan well, later work is almost entirely 7x5 glossy, much easier to scan. Not all of the prints are pin sharp but I can generally print successfully to A4 from a scan.
You may notice photographs being duplicated in this Album, unfortunately there are multiple copies of many prints (for swapping) and as I have to have a system of archiving and backing up I can only guess - using memory - if I have scanned a print before. The bigger fleets have so many similar vehicles and registration numbers that it is impossible to get it right all of the time. It is easier to scan and process a print than check my files - on three different PCâs - for duplicates. There has not been, nor will there ever be, any intention to knowingly breach anyone else's copyright. I have presented the Jim Taylor collection as exactly that-The Jim Taylor Collection- his work not mine, my own work is quite obviously mine.
Unfortunately, many truck spotters have swapped and traded their work without copyright marking it as theirs. These people never anticipated the ease with which images would be shared online in the future. I would guess that having swapped and traded photos for many years that it is almost impossible to control their future use. Anyone wanting to control the future use of their work would have been well advised to copyright mark their work (as many did) and would be well advised not to post them on photo sharing sites without a watermark as the whole point of these sites is to share the image, it is very easy for those that wish, to lift any image, despite security settings, indeed, Flickr itself, warns you that this is the case. It was this abuse and theft of my material that led me to watermark all of my later uploads. I may yet withdraw non-watermarked photos, I havenât decided yet. (I did in the end)
To anyone reading the above it will be quite obvious that I canât provide information regarding specific photos or potential future uploads â I didnât take them! There are many vehicles that were well known to me as Jim only lived down the road from me (although I didnât know him), however scanning, titling, tagging and uploading is laborious and time consuming enough, I do however provide a fair amount of information with my own transport (and other) photos. I am aware that there are requests from other Flickr users that are unanswered, I stumble across them months or years after they were posted, this isnât deliberate. Some weekends one or two âenthusiastsâ can add many hundreds of photos as favourites, this pushes requests that are in the comments section ten or twenty pages out of sight and I miss them. I also have notifications switched off, I receive around 50 emails a day through work and I donât want even more from Flickr. Other requests, like many other things, I just plain forget â no excuses! Uploads of Jimâs photos will be infrequent as it is a boring pastime and I would much rather work on my own output.
.... have a KitKat! Why not always time for a little bit of chocolate!
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Thanks to everyone who views this photo, adds a note, leaves a comment and of course BIG thanks to anyone who chooses to favourite my photo .... thanks to you all.
I have frequently seen and photographed adult muskrats swimming across the small lake in our backyard in northeastern Colorado or sitting on the rocks along the shore, but this is the first time in all those years that I've seen a baby muskrat. Not much bigger than a pika, it was munching on the lake weeds by our dock.
This was shot last year in Glacier National park in Montana. This was one very wet week-end. I had my camera and lens wrapped in two towels to keep them dry. I managed to get to about 30/40ft to get this shot, moving through the small bushes. I was already wet so a couple of more minutes didn't make much difference. He just sat there and let me fire of a bundle of shots as well as video. In my video shot you can see the rain running down the antlers.
Hi I have a blog and you should read it. Basically I want people to send me recordings of them reading poems and stories to me. Yeah it sounds weird but it would be neat. No one can do it right if they don't know me, eh? Also, it's about my life and stuff.
I need to post more. I shall try.
Maybe >_>
<_<
^^^reeead thx :D
I have been wanting to photograph this one for years now, but it would always be on the move, so I was overjoyed to finally get a chance to take photographs of it! A really nice example in a lovely colour, complete with front and rear dealer plates and a nice set of Alpina wheels. It has been with the current owner since May of this year which is a surprise though as I still see it driving locally, it may have been given to somebody else in the family though.
Have you met the new Treasurer from the Disembody Council? Gilda Goldstag is the golden child of this group!
And a bokehlicious week ahead!!
Have a holly jolly Christmas,
It's the best time of the year....
I don't know if there'll be snow
But have a cup of cheer...
Have a holly jolly Christmas
And when you walk down the street...
Say hello to friends you know,
And everyone you meet.
Ho, Ho, the mistletoe,
Hung where you can see...
Some-body waits for you,
Kiss her once for me!
Have a holly jolly Christmas,
And in case you didn't hear...
Oh by golly,
Have a holly jolly Christmas, this year!
PC Coaches have two of these hybrid Enviro 400 double-deckers, both normally employed on service 47 between Lincoln and Newark. Their purchase in 2013 was assisted by the government's Green Bus Fund and the livery is very like that used by Stagecoch for its similar buses. One of the pair waits time in High Street, Brant Broughton, on the 1455 Lincoln to Newark journey. (3 May 2017)
So youâre having a bad day,
Things arenât going your way?
When your feeling down think of this
I guarantee heâs not feeling much bliss.
He sits on the street, dressed in black
But people donât stop, they donât get off track
Perspective doesnât change things
Apart from the thought it brings.
If youâre still feeling down, perspective hasnât worked
Cling to hope and soon your negatives will be shirked.
We have a nice sunny St. Patrick's Day and I actually have some little flowers blooming in my backyard. No idea just what they are, but wishing a Happy St. Patrick's Day to all of you.
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boston hardcore
santiago de chile viernes 12/06/09
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bar piraña rock
ca. 1940
Image H99.201/3863
Shows pile of gas masks that have been assembled and tested
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We did something silly. We went to the 2015 Moon lantern festival in Adealide. We should have known something was up when it took 1 hour to travel 1 km by car.
People everywhere. I kept saying, all these people can't be going to the same place, surely. It seems like a long way to walk for a festival of lanterns.
Turns out, 50,000 people went to a party designed for 20,000. It was chaos. Not enough food (The lines went on into the distance, wait time around 2 hours). Not enough toilets and even the parade could not follow the selected path. There were so many people that you had to walk shoulder to shoulder. Not good for kids.
From the local news paper, "The Advertiser"
www.adelaidenow.com.au/news/south-australia/adelaides-riv...
Adelaideâs riverbanks light up for 2015 Moon Lantern fest, featuring the mother of all dragons
A HUGE crowd turned out in glorious Spring weather Sunday night to see thousands of magnificent coloured lanterns on parade in Elder Park for the annual Moon Lantern Festival. Thousands of people lined the riverbank lawns to watch the spectacle. The annual Moon Lantern Festival, within the heart of the OzAsia celebrations, is Australiaâs largest parade of its kind.
This year there was a bounty of never-before-seen creations, including the largest lantern ever paraded. More than 40 people, including Adelaide Festival Centre staffer Anna Chan, were needed to carry the giant Hong Kong Dragon lantern made of 150m of festooning, 200m of fabric, 300m of tassels, 8 litres of paint, 5 litres of glue, 10,000 cable ties and a massive 2.6km of wire.
Another 38 large lanterns were carried by more than 1100 people, including school students, and more than 1500 vivid and pretty display and floating lanterns lit up the riverside site.
Ms Chan, who is from Hong Kong, was excited about the event âWe have similar events at home, but this is the largest lantern I have ever seen,â she said of the dragon.
Event director Joseph Mitchell said it was perfect weather after two years of rain hindering activities.
He said the event provided âwonderful balanceâ to all the OzAsia activities.
Other activities included Bollywood dancing, martial arts demonstrations, Cirkidz roving performances, and a Lion Dance.
Celebrations ended with fireworks lighting the sky and water.
Some people took to social media afterwards to complain about long queues at the event and transport and parking difficulties.
Jane Bell wrote on The Advertiserâs Facebook page: âExtremely packed. We also had to stand to see and barely saw the tops of the items in the parade Didnât bother with the food as the queues were huge. Transport home was ridiculous. No extra trains trams or buses were put on. The buses also were rerouted with no information. More work to be done to make this event worth going back to!â
But others, such as Tammy Thornhill, said they had a great time.
She wrote on Facebook: âWe had a great time, got there about 4pm, couldnât get food but luckily we sent one of our group up to OâConnell street to get fish n chips.. Didnât have an issue with small kids & the toilet, loved the parade & the fireworks, the line up for the tram was long but we ended up getting friends to take us back to our car at the entertainment centre. We would definitely go again!â
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Finally have a chance to get back on line after a 2 month holiday up to the Yukon! The internet was very hit and miss and when you had it, it was so slow you couldn't upload anything! We left from our home in Kamloops, heading up to Highway 16, then went north on highway 37, the Stewart-Cassiar highway. Amazing scenery. The Hazelton area was gorgeous with the 7 sisters mountain range watching over. We went as far as the Meziadin junction, then went west on highway 37A, the Stewart-Hyder stretch of the road. On the way to Stewart you come to the Bear Glacier, right along the road! The toe of it actually looked like a bear head, although I think it was probably named for the Bear River Pass! Just outside of Stewart is Hyder Alaska. (yes, we did get 'Hyderized'!!) Past Hyder is the Fish Creek Wildlife area. We were there in June, before the salmon come to spawn and the bears come to feed on the salmon. (we did do a side trip on our way home, the fish were there but no bears on that day). If you keep going on the reasonable gravel road you come to the Salmon Glacier! VERY impressive and so worth the drive.
Inspired by A quiet moment with a Chinese tea pot set By Elf-Y this is my first B&W posted in my stream, not sure if the levels are good, I have 2 monitors one showed this photo bright & the other one dark, such a dilemma, everyone must suffer from the same thing ^_^ View On Black Explore 277 on Tuesday, April 1, 2008
I don't have too many photos of my dad, this being one of about three or four. The fact that we did not really talk or see each other for 17 years and that he currently lives in Vermont have played influential roles in that situation.
There are a lot of things I can say about my father, but I will just skim the top. He is a Vietnam vet, served as a Marine in the DMZ, and did two tours there. Learned to surf along the Vietnam coast. He liked the service, was disappointed when he came home. Never talked much about it though. I remember being about seven and coming across a photo album of his that had snaps from the war, including one image of bodies in a field. But he just put it away and never said much.
He was also a truck driver, and damn proud of it. Not too long ago, he said he wished he could still be out there driving. The first thing he did when he got his commercial license was take his truck up to Paradise on Mt. Rainier, where he says he would like his ashes spread one day. Plenty of fond memories of days that began before dawn and playing, lounging and sleeping in the sleeper cab of a semi while trundling over Snoqualmie Pass.
He was also an alcoholic and a chain smoker. Some days he would drink til he passed out in the living room, and my brother and I would just go outside and play frisbee or toss the football. Whether he was trying to drown certain things or not, he certainly set an example, and while not entirely the reason, it no doubt plays a significant role in why I don't drink any alcohol.
He loves the outdoors and camping. Every summer my brother and I could look forward to one or two really good camping trips. We would haul out to some lake with the camper on his truck and a canoe for several days of fishing, campfires, shooting rifles, canoeing and the like.
He also loves animals, especially dogs. Growing up, we must have had six or so dogs, sometimes as many as three at a time. I don't think he was ever without a dog, until now that is. But now he has two cats. One winter there was a mutt that kept scrounging in our backyard. My dad kept driving it off with the pellet gun until one cold morning he found the dog lying in our backyard with his stomach torn open from a fight with another dog. My dad bundled it up and took it in to the vet and saved its life. Then brought him home and nursed him back to health. One day they were driving around and my dad passed a Hoagie's restaurant. When he said the name out loud the dog immediately perked up, so from then on the dog was named Hoagie. We also had a dog that was part Great Dane and lived up to the Great part. My brother and I could ride him like a pony. His name was Moose. Hehe.
He is not a violent man, despite the time in Vietnam and the alcohol. But he did beat my mom once so badly he put her in the hospital. I was four, but still remember that day. They divorced not long after, and while they worked together to allow my brother and I visits with him, they never got over that. That was the only time I ever saw him do anything violent.
He is an avid football fan, especially for the Seahawks and Vikings. My first Mariners and Seahawks games were with him, in the Kingdome at that, which is no longer there. I got free Seahawks tickets one year for my grades in school and still remember that game, mostly just how small the players look from the stands. Ha.
He gave me an appreciation for good, old country music, like Hank Williams, Willie Nelson, Johnny Cash, Alabama, Reba McEntire and the like. I am not a big country fan, and even less so for what is now considered country music (but isn't really, just pop music with a twang), but I do still appreciate the music of many of the bands that he played so often, especially Williams and Cash. My first concert was the Nitty Gritty Dirt Band with him and my brother at the state fair in Puyallup when I was about 10.
We had a falling out my freshman year of high school and didn't talk to each other for several years. During that time he suffered two strokes, the second of which was major (he was out hunting, doing what he enjoyed at least) and that left him paralyzed in the right side of his body and with a severe speech impediment. He had to move from his home in Seattle to California briefly to live with his sister as he needed a caregiver. That fell through and he ended up in Vermont where he has lived for over a decade now. He also quit drinking, completely.
A few years ago, Wendi and I made the trip out there so he could meet his grandson. It was a good trip, and not just because our timing was perfect for the New England fall colors. And really, it was perfect timing. Anyway, it was a good visit. He was thrilled to meet Owen. It was definitely a good thing, though complicated, to see him again after so long and so much had changed. But some things don't change, no matter what, and one of those is that a father remains a father, at the very least biologically and often way more than that. Even in their faults and flaws, they still show you how to grow up and live. Heck, half of the reason I even am, is because of him, that is a tough thing to ever really forget, and woe to the person who somehow manages to do that.
Anyway, he still smoked like a chimney. But we had a good couple of days trundling down to a nearby park in the sun, letting him watch Owen, who was almost two at the time, play. I made a few photos of him, but the lighting was often tough. One of those rare circumstances where I felt really compelled to photograph. Normally it is not really a compulsion for me, just a facet of who I am, but I have little trouble putting the camera down when I want to. But I was gripped by the rarity of the circumstances and did what I could to make some preservation of them.
We still talk, generally every other week or so by phone. I will be calling him shortly to wish him Happy Father's Day and give him a chance to talk to Owen. The conversations are sometimes tough, he has better and worse days when it comes to getting words out. But he always likes talking with me and Owen. One interesting note, during our visit one of us brought along a cold bug which he caught. For several weeks he had a bad cough and was congested. He also couldn't smoke as it incited coughing fits. Then when the cold cleared up he just didn't start smoking again, and hasn't for almost three years now.
So yeah, the story and history of my father is complicated and nuanced, much like many other stories out there. He is also a deeply flawed man, but in that regard he is little different than pretty much all the rest of us. There are plenty of good and bad memories wrapped up around him. But time has given me experience, and with experience has come some measure of wisdom, which has given me a certain perspective on it all. And sometimes the best role models aren't the ones that do everything right all the time, but are flawed as well, who make the mistakes that serve as examples of what not to do, sparing us having to make them ourselves.
And after all this, it may sound a bit weird to say, but he really is/was a good father, to my brother and I. A horribly flawed husband, yes, but he did quite a bit for my brother and I that I am thankful for. And today is a day to remember that and be thankful. I wouldn't exist without him, and much of the time between then and now has been steered by him, in both large and small ways.
So, Happy Father's Day, dad. Thank you. And now to go be a father myself.
There was some very light rain in the Kruger National Park and a variety of animals were drinking the run-off water from the roadside. But the drought still dominates South Africa at the moment.
i have this weird way of (completely unintentionally) attracting cabbies and muni drivers. once i was only able to get out a cab by giving the guy a $6(!) tip and getting his phone number and promising to call him an hour later when i was done with my appointment. he was off work and wanted to buy me a drink. i was afraid he might be waiting outside when i got out. then last year, there was j~, my regular bus driver. he was an older gentleman and we used to talk. i thought of him as a father figure - he wanted to date me. after much embarrassment, i assume, on both our parts, i stopped taking that bus. and i learned my lesson â do not converse with your regular bus drivers!
so, when going about my daily business, i tend to have one of two expressions â either a smile or "i hate this fucking world, and especially you in it. grrrrr!" with my now four "regular" drivers, i usually smile and nod when i get on the bus and, if possible, say thank you on my way out. tonight, when i got on the evening bus, the driver quickly handed me a note. *flashbacks of j~ arrrrgh!!" completely flustered, i shoved the note in my pocket as i walked toward the back of the bus, mouthing the words "fuck! fuck! fuck!" on repeat, really fast. after the initial wave of "did that just really happen?" pass, i pulled out the note, half expecting a phone number and/or location, room number and time of meeting at some hourly hotel in the tenderloin. this is what i found.
yeah, i smiled.
Spent a wonderful 2 hours with this gorgeous Otter on Mull during Winter. This guy was patch fishing right in front of me, having no trouble at all coming up with catch after catch.
Have not found much info about the history of this fishing boat, besides it evidently has wedged itself firmly into a sandbar. The spot is popular with photographers.
Update: As of 2-23-16, the SS Point Reyes appears to have been gutted by a fire that remains under investigation (the Internet blames steel wool photography).
Inverness, California
The main change we have made this month is to build the raised bed you can see on the right. It's made of bricks we already had. The plan was to use up the topsoil we moved when we built the patio on the right...but ended up a bit big as I wanted it taller. I also got hubby to add a seat so I can sit amongst the plants, in the early morning sun or the afternoon shade.
Not often you see insects drinking - I caught this bee having a slurp in my garden whilst I was waiting for my sparrows to feed.
Shall we have a break?
SD1 with 85/1.4 ISO200 f/1.4 1/80sec NR: C1.00/L0.50
I set the ISO Speed to 200 to reduce a noise.
It's a mistake.
I got a camera shake photograph....
It should be set to iso800 or iso400.
I have had this for years. It was given to me by a special lady who became a parapalegic when a drunk driver hit her car. The picture is framed, but I decided to focus on the painting. She painted this with the brush between her toes.
The National Offender Management Service event, Actions Have Consequences, was delivered to pupils at schools in Oldham, Rochdale, Salford and Bolton by a Her Majesty's Prison (HMP) officer, dog handler Paul McGovern MBE and GMP were there to support the event.
Prison Officer Paul McGovern MBE, from HMP Manchester, works within the Prison Community Team which engages with children in local schools to break the cycle of children being peer pressured into local crime gangs and subsequently being imprisoned when they are adults.
The aim of the Actions Have Consequences programme is to build bridges between local children, their teachers, local neighbourhood policing teams, school based officers and the youth offending team.
The programme is carried out in a fun but serious way and covers 46 subjects, some of which include the realities of knife crime, gang wars, drugs, anti-social behaviour, relationship breakdown, and the a real-life experience of being in prison.
Local GMP officers and pupils interact throughout the session and the pupils soon see through the police uniform and see the individual underneath, who are not only there for when they are in trouble but are also there to help them.
Since it began in 2010 the programme has been delivered to over one million children throughout the country with the support of the local neighbourhood teams, school based officers and the youth offending teams.
GMP is committed to educating young people, engaging with the community and taking part in programmes like these that are vital in helping to shaping people's future.
Prison Officer Paul McGovern MBE comments that: "I put a lot of energy into the day so it is quite tiring but if it stops one person from being killed or stops someone being imprisoned, the aim of the programme has worked.
"I do have to mention my two prison dogs G and J who also come along on the day. They always receive lots of attention but when I need a volunteer for someone to wear the sleeve - everyone goes strangely quiet.
"I have received positive feedback from those schools I have attended so I must be doing something right as I am always asked when I am coming back".
Chief Inspector Danny Atherton commented that: "We have worked with Paul and the programme for many years and find it is a valuable input for the young people of Greater Manchester.
âIt is a powerful way to educate them as they approach adulthood, so they make the right decisions when a situation arises to keep themselves and their friends safe.
"I'm proud to support such an inspiring project and I'd like to thank everyone that works hard to make it happen. Sadly, these examples and situations are some people's reality, but by sharing them we hope they will make good choices in the future and speak to ourselves if they need help."
Deputy Mayor of Greater Manchester Bev Hughes said: âWe are committed, not only to strong enforcement against violent crime, but also to trying to prevent it happening first place. Greater Manchesterâs Violence Reduction Unit takes a public health approach to violence reduction; this means focusing on understanding what lies behind the problem, the root causes, on testing and evaluating interventions to find out what works best, then and delivering those interventions more widely.
âInterventions such as the Actions have Consequences programme help to build positive relationships between children, their teachers and the police.
âBy working with young people, families and communities we can understand and address the reasons how and why people, particularly young people, can get drawn into violent crime. If we can turn young people away from violence at the earliest possible opportunity we can make a real difference to them and our communities."
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EXPLORE : April 15, 2008 # 92
(Highest position)
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And when just the two of us are there...
You won't have to ask if I still care...
Cause as the time turns the page..
My LOVE won't age at all...
You are in my though....
You are in my days.....
And in my HEART always....my Dearest!!
Have a sweet dream tonight...
I will always send you nice sunshine, sweet smile and warm love from Thailand, my Dearest...
Ich liebe dich..I LOVE YOU now and Forever...
J-A-S-M-I-N-E...
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DATA: www.ancientcity.com
The Phanom Rung Sanctuary, Buri Ram
The Phanom Rung Stone Sanctuary is located in Buri Ram Province, on an extinct volcano. Built in accordance with Hinduism beliefs of the Shiva sect, the sanctuary had been constructed and used as a religious center for years. The construction presumably began around the 10th century A.D. and finished within the 13th century A.D. When King Jayavarman VII adopted Mahayana Buddhism, the function of the Hindu sanctuary had been changed to serve as a Mahayana monastery.
The site is approached from the east along the first three-leveled platforms leading to the first passage. Then, there is a causeway lined with blunted stone pillars in parallel rows. The path of stone uprights then leads to the Naga Bridge. Far on the northern side of the cross-shaped passage is a laterite pavilion or Phlabphla called the Elephant Shelter. At the end of the bridge is a terraced staircase with 5 landings leading up to the sanctuary. Beyond the bridge is a vast platform which has a passage that will lead to the Naga Bridge, right in front of the central gate of the gallery. The gate is the first entrance which will direct travellers to the inner courtyard of the prasat, by crossing another Naga Bridge that connects the gate with the main prang.
The most important part, the main prang, is situated right at the center of the inner court yard of the sanctuary. The building has a rectangular shape with re-entrant angles at the corners. The square mondop was built adjacent to the main prang. The architectural designs that were carved on the prang such as the posts at the door frame, pillars on the walls, lintels, porticos and pediments, depict designs of floras, leaves, hermits, gods and god desses and characters from religious myths: Vishnu (Narai) resting on Ananta, the Naga king and Shiva dancing, for example.
The decorations found on the lintels and frontal pediments of the main prang help indicate the age of the main building together with the staircase and the Naga Bridge; they are believed to have been constructed around the 12th century A.D. On the grounds of the inner courtyard, southwest of the main prang is a small prang with no roof. The carvings, pediments and lintels of this prang express that the minor prang was built before the main prang, around the 11th century A.D.
There are remains of the brick base of the prang were also discovered on the northeast of the main prang and dated back to the 10th century A.D. Another structure made of laterite stands on the southeast of the main prang and dated to the 13th century A.D. The laterite structure is con temporary to the building which is known as Rong Chang Phueak (the Elephant Shelter).
For more information, please visit www.ancientcity.com
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The Phanom Rung Sanctuary (Buri Ram Province), the Ancient City (Muang Boran), Samutprakan, Thailand...
THE TIMES THEY ARE A-CHANGIN' LES TEMPS SONT EN TRAIN DE CHANGER
BOB DYLAN
Come gather âround people
Wherever you roam,
And admit that the waters
Around you have grown.
And accept it that soon
You'll be drenched to the bone,
If your time to you
Is worth saving
Then you better start swimming
Or you'll sink like a stone,
For the times they are a-changin'!
Rassemblez-vous braves gens
D'oĂč que vous soyez,
Et admettez qu'autour de vous
L'eau commence Ă monter.
Acceptez que bientĂŽt
Vous serez trempés jusqu'aux os,
Et que si vous valez
La peine d'ĂȘtre sauvĂ©s,
Vous feriez bien de commencer Ă nager
Ou vous coulerez comme une pierre,
Car les temps sont en train de changer.
Come writers and critics
Who prophesize with your pen,
And keep your eyes wide
The chance won't come again.
And don't speak too soon
For the wheel's still in spin,
And there's no telling who
That it's naming
For the loser now
Will be later to win
For the times they are a-changin'.
Venez Ă©crivains et critiques
Qui prophétisez avec votre plume,
Et gardez les yeux ouverts
La chance ne reviendra pas.
Ne parlez pas trop tĂŽt
Car la roue tourne toujours,
Et elle n'a pas encore dit
Qui était désigné.
Le perdant de maintenant
Pourrait ĂȘtre le prochain gagnant,
Car les temps sont en train de changer.
Come senators, congressmen
Please heed the call,
Don't stand in the doorway
Don't block up the hall.
For he that gets hurt
Will be he who has stalled.
There's a battle outside
And it's raging
It'll soon shake your windows
And rattle your walls
For the times they are a-changin'.
Allons sénateurs et députés
S'il vous plaĂźt Ă©coutez l'appel,
Ne restez pas dans l'embrasure
N'encombrez pas le hall.
Car celui qui sera blessé
Sera celui qui nâa pas avancĂ©.
Il y a une bataille dehors,
Et elle fait rage,
Elle secouera bientĂŽt vos fenĂȘtres
Et Ă©branlera vos murs,
Car les temps sont en train de changer.
Come mothers and fathers,
Throughout the land
And don't criticize
What you can't understand.
Your sons and your daughters
Are beyond your command,
Your old road is
Rapidly aging.
Please get out of the new one
If you can't lend your hand,
For the times they are a-changin'.
Venez mĂšres et pĂšres
De partout dans le pays,
Et ne critiquez pas
Ce que vous ne pouvez pas comprendre.
Vos fils et vos filles
Sont au-delĂ de vos ordres,
Votre vieille route
Est en train de vieillir rapidement.
Ne restez pas sur la nouvelle
Si vous ne pouvez pas nous aider,
Car les temps sont en train de changer.
The line it is drawn
The curse it is cast,
The slow one now will
Later be fast.
As the present now
Will later be past
The order is rapidly fading.
And the first one now
Will later be last
For the times they are a-changin'.
La ligne est tracée
La malédiction est lancée,
Ce qui arrive lentement maintenant
Va bientÎt s'accélérer.
Comme le présent de maintenant
Sera plus tard le passé,
L'ordre Ă©tabli change rapidement.
Et le premier maintenant
Sera bientĂŽt le dernier.
Car les temps sont en train de changer.
BOB DYLAN