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This was the taken from the Agra Fort. Mughal Emperor Shah Jahan was imprisoned by his son, Aurangzeb, in the fort in the Muasamman Burj, a tower with a marble balcony with an excellent view of the Taj Mahal.
Since that area wasnt accessible to public I took the shot from one of the nearby Rooms.
It is said that Shah Jahan would spend hours looking out towards the Taj from this place and remember his Queen who was buried there.
I would have loved this in color but it was covered in fog .. the BW conversion got rid of most of it though.
Out of the spining
Out of the fire
Out of the water
Out of the air
My life is forged
Smeared with thoughts
Which imprison freedom
Splashed with rare gleams
of expectant liberty
Pounded with painful
Tears of agony
Sinking downward
Into unknown forming wings
Which slowly rise upward
Annihilating all definitions
Into mysterious oblivion
While still persistant
Hope sweats nervously in
Salt and blood-stained
Unbearable ideas
Disappointments
Fears
Disillusionment
Spinning round and round
Infused with thoughts of flight
Of phoenix possibilities
Of transcending
Of dancing millimeters
Above the despair
While the fire
And the water
And the air
Project a new earth
within a thought world
Of unending
Opportunities
Unleashing from
Default frameworks
Set in the stars themselves…
GF 12/8/2020
Now more than ever it is time to reach toward that which you truly want for yourself. We waste too much energy thinking about what the world wants for us. We are each a truly magnificent creation of an Omnipresent, Omnipotent and Omniscient Consciousness. Look up at the stars tonight, take a deep breath and raise your hands to the sky. We are here and we are the dreamchildren of the cosmos. We have come here to reach out and experience all that we have never experienced before and fulfill the dreams deep within us. We are not a commodity on the world market, we are stars come to earth in human form.
Nijenbeek Castle is an old and once famous castle at te River IJssel. It was in 1361 in this castle that Reginald III (the Fat), Duke of Guelders and grandson of King Edward II of England, was imprisoned for ten years by his own brother Edward. Here Reginald became so large that he could not have left, even if the door had remained open.
When Edward died in battle in 1371 Reginald was released. According to the legend, the walls had to be cut so he could leave.
Nijenbeek has seen many winters since.
Imprisoning The Professor And Certain Students.
Scripturi importante de suferință finalitate cunoaștere literatură universitate devotări murmurând mărturisiri învârtind învățarea legilor profunde,
作戰真相欺騙親屬分散規則可恨的武器痛苦破壞有限的權利渴望的嘴巴拖著骨折,
결과 강한 최고 결과 혼란스러운 차별의 통제되지 않은 광기 교란 된 감각 당황한 행동 악한 결과,
Farklı köleli duruşmalar inatçı liderler sanrılar arzular aşkın gözler kudretli üzüntüler karanlık dersler titanic acı gelecek özlem özgürlükler cehalet eylemleri,
رثاء عميق الانعكاسات التي لا نهاية لها الأذهان العقول الحاكمة استمرت النفوس مضغ الحزن الأصوات المخاطية التحقيق الحقائق تلتهم القديسين,
邪悪な考えが散らばっている貪欲な心邪悪なメッセージ悪魔の裁判空の表現汚れた宮殿悪魔の深淵麻痺儀式狂った裁判所.
Steve.D.Hammond.
Wikipedia: Kilmainham Gaol (Irish: Príosún Chill Mhaighneann) is a former prison located in Kilmainham in Dublin, which is now a museum. It has been run since the mid-1980s by the Office of Public Works (OPW), an Irish government agency. Kilmainham Gaol played an important part in Irish history, as many leaders of Irish rebellions were imprisoned and some executed in the prison by the British and in 1923 by the Irish Free State.
Thanks Armin (www.flickr.com/photos/46190123@N02/) for a final touch on the edit.
This cormorant had been hooked in the wing with a fish hook that had been hooked by other lines and was causing the cormorant to be held under water by the swiftly flowing water. Lucky for it , other fisherman were able to get it to the shore and remove the fish line and the hook. It was in shock and eventually got to this log where it was able to dry off and eventually get back into the water.
Vayreqia Stories:
She could feel the feline’s eyes upon her. They rarely looked away as if they were waiting for an explosion. Even after all this time, it appeared that she was their greatest form of entertainment. No doubt judging her for helping to create the jail she was now in. She had her reasons of course, which is why she made sure that it was large enough. She knew her sister wouldn’t give her true freedom after all, and she wasn’t about to test the newfound powers the little demon had gotten recently. Though she did not realize just how boring it would be to be stared at by cats. Well, sort of cats. She knew what they were the moment she stepped foot in this room. Even the dark one with the glowing lime green eyes and constant growling and hissing at the others. She did consider offering them freedom if they disrupted the circle and freed her, however, she figured the black feline would be smarter than to allow such a thing to happen.
“Tick...tock…” She snaked her body to sitting upright and turned that bird-like mask toward the black cat in the doorway. “How long do you think it will be before she ends your suffering? Days? Months? Millenia? I wonder if it will be from boredom or a bad day… or maybe you’ll realize you won't escape less you try something drastic and she catches you in the act. Granted there are things worse than death, even I can understand that sentiment. One of them is being trapped inside an inferior being and not even getting the pleasure of chasing mice or birds.” She’d wave her spindly long fingers in a teasing motion as her tongue came out licking the side of the mask.
The cat’s eyes squinted slightly and a low growl emitted from its muzzle before it spun around and walked back into the room it had been guarding against the others. “Mmm, is that all? So boring… At least they bring me chicken. Fed, a place to sleep, and not having to constantly jockey for a position by his side? I could get used to this.” Was then that she heard the familiar locks being twisted and opened. If the mask had not been on, a wide sickly grin would have crossed her face and given away that knowing expression.
“Finally found time for me?”
“I am not in the mood, Sik. I have brought someone to speak with you. Please use your best human manners.” Qarinah spoke in her ‘I am so over this’ tone. Just enough for Sik to know she was truly annoyed by something, and that of course made Sik a very happy demon. What followed the elf in, however, surprised the creepy frail bird demon.
“You trust a black dragon to enter this room and wander freely through your halls… but not me?” She’d huff and turn her back to both of them.
“She has proven to be of use and understanding of what is best for her. Unlike some.” There was a shrug.
“I am Taria L-”
“I don’t care. I know what you want… but I have some requests to make first… And no, Q, it is not to be freed so don’t go calculating just yet.” Sik let out a hissing that sounded like wheezing laughter. “Litayeth will be fine. Yes, it is a time portal, Mrs. L’gra. Yes, I will help once my requests are met. Shall we get started?” She’d peeked over her shoulder slightly at the two who seemed to be looking at one another for guidance before Q’s eyes fell back on her.
“How do you know any of this information?”
“That is a rather pointless question and oh so rude. I offered you something and am waiting for an answer.” She knew that would get Q, but the demoness knew better than to react or act out from her sister’s jabs.
“Let me hear these demands first. Then I will make my decision.” There was a soft sound as if Sik were trying to be cute and hum in thought.
“Alright… For one, not a demand… a request. To start, I want my chicken to be baked in juices to a crisp of skin from now on.” There was a long pause as if she were waiting for Q to disagree or agree to the said term that was eventually broken by a sigh and the words ‘fine, and?’.
Drake's Island is a 2.6-hectare island lying in Plymouth Sound, the stretch of water south of the city of Plymouth, Devon. The rocks which make up the island are volcanic tuff and lava, together with marine limestone of the Devonian period. For more than 400 years the island was fortified.
The first recorded name for the island was in 1135, when it was referred to as St Michael's after the chapel erected on it. At some later date the chapel was rededicated to St Nicholas and the island adopted the same name. From the latter part of the 16th century the island was occasionally referred to as Drake's Island after Sir Francis Drake, the English privateer who used Plymouth as his home port. Even well into the 19th century, maps and other references continued to refer to the island as St Nicholas's Island and it is only in about the last 100 years that this name has slipped into disuse and the name Drake's Island has been adopted.
It was from Plymouth that Drake sailed in 1577, to return in 1580 having circumnavigated the world, and in 1583 Drake was made governor of the island. From 1549 the island began to be fortified as a defence against the French and Spanish, with barracks for 300 men being built on the island in the late 16th century.
For several centuries, the island remained the focal point of the defence of the three original towns that were to become modern Plymouth. In 1665 the Leveller Robert Lilburne died imprisoned on the island. He had been sentenced to life imprisonment for his part in the regicide of Charles I. A few years later John Lambert, a former general of the New Model Army in the English Civil War, was moved to Drake's Island from Guernsey, where he had been imprisoned since 1662. Like Lilburne, he never regained his liberty, dying on Drake's Island in the winter of 1683.
In June 1774 the first recorded submarine fatality in history occurred north of Drake's Island, when a carpenter named John Day perished while testing a wooden diving chamber attached to the sloop Maria.
Beyond the island is Mount Edgcumbe Country Park which is listed as Grade I on the National Register of Historic Parks and Gardens and is one of four designated country parks in Cornwall, England, United Kingdom. The 358 hectares country park is on the Rame Peninsula, overlooking Plymouth Sound and the River Tamar. The park has been famous since the 18th century, when the Edgcumbe family created formal gardens, temples, follies and woodlands around the Tudor house. Specimen trees, such as Sequoiadendron giganteum, stand against copses which shelter a herd of wild fallow deer. The South West Coast Path runs through the park for 14 km along the coastline.
The park also contains the villages of Kingsand and Cawsand, as well as Mount Edgcumbe House itself. The Formal Gardens are grouped in the lower park near Cremyll. Originally a 17th-century 'wilderness' garden, the present scheme was laid out by the Edgcumbe family in the 18th century. The Formal Gardens include an Orangery, an Italian Garden, a French Garden, an English Garden and a Jubilee Garden, which opened in 2002, to celebrate the Queen's Golden Jubilee. The park and Formal Gardens are open all year round and admission is free. The park and gardens are jointly managed by Cornwall Council and Plymouth City Council. Although the park covers a large area, the park has limited formal maintenance. This gives it a rough and ready rural feel in all except the Formal Gardens.
The folly was built in 1747. It's an artificial ruin which replaced a navigation obelisk. It was built from stone from the churches of St. George and St. Lawrence, Stonehouse.
The title "A Devon Island" is a tongue in cheek reference to Space Deniers. Apparently, some people are convinced that NASA's Mars missions are a big hoax, and that the space agency's rovers are actually sending back photos from an island in Canada.
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Drake%27s_Island
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mount_Edgcumbe_Country_Park
www.buzzfeed.com/ishmaeldaro/mars-rover-hoax-conspiracy-t...
I always thought of boundary-less skies… Must have been wrong… :))
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Gesehen in Hamburg am alten Petroleumhafen.
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Travels of exploration around the Ozark Mountains of Missouri have produced some of the most interesting places I've ever seen. Places, like people, have a presence and sense of being, a spirit of their own really. If there were ever walls that I wish could have spoken to me, these were it...
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Name: John T. Keating
Arrested for: Larceny
Arrested at: North Shields Police Station
Arrested on: 10th September 1904
Tyne and Wear Archives ref: DX1388-1-57-John T Keating
For an image of his accomplice Charles Johnson see www.flickr.com/photos/twm_news/6628453871/in/album-721576....
The Shields Daily News for 10 September 1904 reports:
"NORTH SHIELDS YOUTHS SENT TO PRISON.
At North Shields Police Court today, two youths named respectively John T. Keating and Charles Johnson were each committed to prison for stealing four sash weights value 5s, the property of Messrs S.G. Ward and Son, from a house in Stewart's Bank on the 6th."
This wasn't to be Keating's last offence. The Shields Daily News 19 September 1905 reports:
“THEFT OF BEER AT NORTH SHIELDS.
At North Shields Police Court today, John Legg, Thomas Codling and John T. Keating, young men, were charged with stealing from the warehouse of Messrs Gray and Son, wharfingers, Liddell Street, 10 gallons of beer, valued at 14s, on the 11th inst.
Joseph Gunn, manager for the prosecutors, said that in consequence of something that had previously happened he concealed himself in the warehouse on the 11th inst. At 8.50pm Legg and Keating entered the yard and made their way to the beer shed. He came out of hiding and caught the two men named and sent for the police.
PC Graham said he arrested the accused and searched them. In the possession of Legg he found three spiles, which he said he used to stop the beer after he tapped the barrel. Witness afterwards charged all three. Legg replied “I did not steal all that.” Codling said: “I never stole that much” and Keating answered “The same for me”. On being formally charged the accused pleaded guilty and they were each committed to prison for one month”.
For an image of his accomplice, John Legg, see www.flickr.com/photos/twm_news/24138890482/in/album-72157....
The Shields Daily News for 18 November 1907 reports:
"At North Shields Police Court today before Coun. Sanderson and Mr Jas. Walton, George Edward Whiting (20), Robert Richardson (18), John Thomas Keating (22) and Jos. Walker (19) were charged with breaking and entering, between 6pm on Nov. 15th and 9am on Nov. 16th, marine store at Black Cock Quay, Clive Street, and stewaling therefrom a cash box containing 4s 6d in money, a pair of opera glasses, value 10s, and a number of foreign coins, valued 1s, the property of Messrs Morris and Coy.
Solomon Morris, who trades under the style of Morris and Co., said he left the premises secure at six pm last Friday and next morning he found that they had been broken into and the money and goods mentioned in the charge were missing. Witness found that an entrance had been effected by forcing away a board which had been nailed across a window.
Inspector Proud said he apprehended Whiting at a house in Union Stairs. He then went to South Shields and received Richardson into custody from the police. He had been arrested while offering the opera glasses in pledge. Witness arrested Keating and Walker in an attic in Liddell Street. He jointly charged the four men with breaking and entering the premises and stealing a cash box containing 4s 6d, a pair of opera glasses and a number of foreign coins. Whiting replied: "I have nothing to say". Richardson said: "I can say there was only 2s 6d in the cash box and we shared it out, receiving 8d each". Keating's answer was "I have nothing to say; it's true" and Walker replied "I have nothing to say; that's right." Witness recovered the opera glasses and coins from the South Shields police and found the cash box in Linskill Bank leading from Clive Street to the Ropery Banks.
The accused who had nothing further to say, were committed for trial at the next Quarter Sessions."
The Shields Daily News for 3 January 1908 reports from Northumberland Quarter Sessions:
"SHOPBREAKING AT TYNEMOUTH.
Joseph Walker, 19, labourer; John Thomas Keating, 22, labourer; Robert Richardson, 18, miner and George Edward Whiting, 20, cartman, all pleaded guilty to a charge of breaking and entering the shop of Messrs Morris and C. and stealing a cash box, a pair of opera glasses, a number of foreign coins and the sum of 4s 6d in money ...
Inspector Proud, in answer to the Bench, said all the lads had been previously convicted. The Chairman said they wished to give two of the prisoners a chance to reform. Therefore they sentenced Walker to twelve months' imprisonment with hard labour, under the Borstal system, and Richardson was discharged on entering into his own recognisances of £5 to be of good behaviour for twelve months. Keating, whose record was commented on by the Bench as being a very bad one, and who was described by the Chairman as the leader of the gang, was sentenced to six months' imprisonment with hard labour and Whiting to three months' with hard labour."
For an image of Keating's accomplice Robert Richardson see www.flickr.com/photos/twm_news/18447897895/in/album-72157....
These images are a selection from an album of photographs of prisoners brought before the North Shields Police Court between 1902 and 1916 in the collection of Tyne & Wear Archives (TWA ref DX1388/1).
This set contains mugshots of boys and girls under the age of 21. This reflects the fact that until 1970 that was the legal age of majority in the UK.
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Andree Virot Peel, code name, Agent Rose, was a smooth "criminal" and true war hero. Before World War II, she ran a beauty parlor, but soon became an important part of the French Resistance movement. Beautician by day, spy by night.
Andree saved over 100 British and American airman. She directed airplanes to land at night by torchlight, hid French soldiers from Nazi soldiers, distributed a newspaper to share information about the resistance movement, and became a leader in figuring out and reporting German military movements and targets.
She worked for 5 years secretly defying the occupying Nazi forces and was captured by the Nazis in 1944 and tortured and imprisoned. Luckily, it was toward the end of the war and she was saved by Allied forces before they could kill her.
She was honored with the Legion of Honor, the U.S. Medal of Freedom and the King's Commendation from King George. She lived to 105.
Blythe a Day - Smooth Criminal - 7/31/24
All over Gold Blythe
French Trench Blythe coat
Beret from Etsy
Bag made by me
Calendar background
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Thank you for a wonderful month of prompts, Jess!! You are a fabulous host.
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More about her:
You Tube Video with photos:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=rHfAE7OQJVY
www.independent.co.uk/news/obituaries/andree-peel-french-...