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Having been informed that this week is DBC's final week operating the Tees Dock to Newbiggin service for British Gypsum, which also means it's likely that it's the final week to see MEA wagons in traffic on the mainline. The flow being taken over by Freightliner, I got the last working of these wagons passing Long Preston on the Settle to Carlisle line.
I was informed that North America has 2 Willets, one is western and one is eastern. Not sure if thats true. If anyone knows do let me know.
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A well informed member of our spotting clan noticed that some diversions were taking place over the Woodhead route on Sundays not long before it was due to close.
So we drove up from Leamington Spa, visited a couple of depots near Sheffield and then took a splendid ride across the pennines.
A quick trip to the depot at Longsight, and we almost missed our train back.
Going east the snow had stopped and the sky was completely blue. In my excitement I'd used up all of my film on the journey west - doh......
Sorry about the fuzzy bits, water on the windscreen. Pic taken from the back window of an 'Inter City' DMU.
Have a look at my 'Woodhead' set for more pictures on the journey.
This local reenactor informed me that the police helmet was 1910 and belonged to his great grandfather, grandfather and father. The rest of the uniform was slightly younger but all authentic and original down the buttons and the handcuffs.
The annual 1940s weekend at Pontypool and Blaenavon Railway.
Some re-enactors and some characters turn out to celebrate everything that is 1940s
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I politely and correctly informed her that cleaning was best left to women. She glared, made some crack about how I was probably right, seeing as my penis would undoubtedly get in the way. She grabbed a stack of comic books locked herself in the bathroom. After about an hour, and a LOT of strange noises/lights she emerged. Then "she" emerged again. To my shock Sarah had managed to clone herself using techniques learned from comic book science. Naturally I assumed she had created reinforcements to avenge my sexist comment regarding cleaning. But to my shock, the clone was apparently created to help out around the house. This is going to be great!
On a technical note, I didn't shoot this to be a clone shot. I was just messing around and decided to see if I could make shots I took in the past work. So there are quite a few blending problems. But for an unintentional clone shot, it worked out pretty well.
atelier ying, nyc.
Atlantic city had an elephantine colossus hotel which sported a cigar shop in one leg and a spiral staircase in the other.
Yet in our more informed digital era, what comes to my mind for an interior of an elephantine colosseus is more like a pirate ship's captain's quarters and the ship's figurehead, here replaced by a Jackie Gleason-type of character.
This golfer seen as a ship's figurehead is also a faded remainder of former glory, the ship being long gone, this kind of referential provenance lends itself well to my philosophy in making homages. with this crucial premise set as the foundation stone we can now move on with both confidence and conviction.
I like to think of my role being that of a ship carver and this atelier as a carver's workshop. I'm in the constant company of photographers who ply their trade on the streets albeit also on the virtual streets. Nevertheless I see vessels coming back into port via photos taken with modified cameras.
Lastly, a small matter of pride for me is that the ship carvers trade had no manuals, no performance practice, no history or annals. The sky is clear for me to carve away without abandon. My atelier is portable and it's port is largely at tables in a cha chan teng. In Asia I would have a far better choice of locale but it wouldn't necessarily improve my work, which is largely within the miniatures aesthetic. Modestly saying, i don't think there has been a miniaturist before like me.
At first I considered necessary modern improvements: the replacement of a simple elevator lift for the spiral staircase that was contained inside the rear leg of the original Lucy the Elephant hotel of Atlantic City. But delving further in this direction stagnated and lost the design's original momentum.
An entrance by hot air balloon or simplified funicular would give a far away feeling and perhaps one of being stranded even. It would be total privacy within a humorous structure with tourist crowds passing through, unawares.
An iconic graphic of Manhattan adorns the Helio rear window of the cigar lounge, which is in the shape of a ship's hull. The further divisions of space within the lounge make for a central axial walkway between two smaller volumes with filtered natural light from above; a bridge view with the setting sun. The lounge can occupy 15 close friends. The other club room at the head area on the upper level could alternate in function with the lounge. I'm imagining it as a breakfast and tea area.
And yet another refinement would be a driving range in a howdah, not in any way controversial of animals rights.
The retail areas in both legs of the golferino would upgrade from the cigar shoppe of the 1800's to a simple cash cow business.
The proposed siting for this club is an interesting issue: Ideally, it should be on a low lying hill, in Asia, among a set of small hills in a valley, as if it were part of a gigantic golferino course. And it would recall King Ludwig II's fantasy castles. In such a peaceful secluded setting, the club would undergo constant small changes for art exhibitions, High stakes Wei chi (also known as Igo and Baduk) tournaments, all of which would bring many visitors and income. However, upon further consideration, Manhattan's Central Park is ideally suited, on the Great Lawn with its rear facing west and overlooking Belvedere Pond and the driving range sending balls toward the Dakota Building. It would solve the egress problem, providing the necessary air space. Lastly, it would be an ideal beacon tying to the new Trump project being planned, an 18-hole Jack Nicklaus Signature golf course in Manhattan.
The prime use of this clubhouse is for the one I am honoring with this design--- the legendary Taiwan martial arts actor Yee Yuen, who enthralled audiences in movie theatres in the 1960's through the 1970's. His most famous role was the evil swordsman Chao Mu Tien, in the film series beginning with the film "Sorrowful to a Ghost".
Yee Yuen wielded a sword that put his opponents in a hypnotic trance by reflecting sunlight at their eyes before he dispatched them. His fierce, aggressively choreographed swordplay style (for that time) and demeanor inspired the making of one of the first Taiwan 'dark hero' film series. I was truly mesmerized with these films as a child, sitting inside Chinatown's Pagoda Theater.
Yee Yuen held his "soul seeking" sword like a golf club in his trademark style, which inspired my use of the golferino board game and the use of Tadao Ando's central axial bridge (a metaphor for his sword) for catching the rays of the sun.
Yee Yuen may find humor in the cavernous rear of the American-style golfer. The club inside is dead serious though. The half sphere cylinder (as seen on the sectional diagram on the lower left) is further divided by a bridge overlooking a rock garden and stream. This bridge links the two volumes and is lit by an axial light bar (natural filtered light). This bridge recalls fight scenes from the films (Yee Yuen's first film begins with a fight scene in the river). The lower club level is a spacious two-level area that looks out onto Central Park from a series of windows in an iconic Manhattan shape. The upper level club area across the bridge and makeshift river stream is more intimate, with its space divided into 6 small vignettes of club seating.
The Howdah driving range is really best for two; a touch of luxury in keeping with the history of the Howdah. A cheap wine and peanuts bar is in character and would amuse Yee with the American taste of the 60's.
This would be a fine luxurious venue for cast reunions. The film magazines of this era, like The Milky Way Pictorial and Southern Screen often show male martial arts film stars going sightseeing, with more than a few Nikons strapped about them and wearing colorful 70's attire. Now we can imagine a Kong Ban (江兵) and a Chiang Nan (江南) as well as other martial arts legends having Gongfu Tea (Cubanos taste good with tea also) together and reminiscing in total seclusion within an American style interior of the 1950's: terrazzo tiles, Alvar Aalto furnishings, and Ando's subtly lit settings. The constant shifting of comedy (something sorely lacking in Yee Yuen's film career) and luxury of this proposed structure will surely delight its occupants. Perhaps this program was a bit overdone, but its character and intention is attuned to the milieu of Yee Yuen's heyday.
Please see the scenes from a fighting sequence of Yee Yuen on a bridge below.
This design follows in style my designs nos. 47, 53, 57 and 91. If you'd like to see more in this style please visit those drawings.
Design, text and drawing are copyright 2013 by David Lo.
When i was informed of the days allocation's by @Martin Nelson I didn't think I was going to be able to get them for verious reasons but I managed to get three out of the four Omnidekka's that where working on the Green Line services yesterday including 932.
Nottingham City Transport Scania N230UD Omnidekka 932 YT61FFV is pictured on Buckfadt Way working on Green Line 5 to Edwalton, Wellin Lane Terminus via Nottingham Station, Trent Bridge and West Bridgeford Shops.
German postcard, no. 21 (of 64). Photo: Constantin. Elke Sommer in Unter Geiern/Among Vultures (Alfred Vohrer, 1964). Caption: Informed by the escaped Mormon preacher about Annie's money, the gang boss has sent two vulture members to Baumann's ranch. Annie is kidnapped by them despite fierce resistance.
The Euro-Western Unter Geiern/Among Vultures (Alfred Vohrer, 1964), based on one of the Winnetou novels by Karl May. It starred Stewart Granger as Old Surehand, Elke Sommer, Götz George and Pierre Brice as Winnetou. Unter Geiern, released in the US as Frontier Hellcat, was a co-production between West Germany, France, Italy, and Yugoslavia, and was shot in Germany and Yugoslavia.
Unter Geiern/Among Vultures (Alfred Vohrer, 1964) was the fourth in the series of 1960s European Westerns based on Karl May's Winnetou character. For the first time, Stewart Granger stars as Old Surehand, although in Karl May's novel Old Shatterhand occurs as the main character. As 'Surehand', his hand is so sure that he can split an arrow aimed at him with a bullet in mid-air! Even Robin Hood would have been flabbergasted. So Granger took over from Lex Barker as Winnetou's white 'blood brother', although his age and stature did not resemble those of Karl May's character. In the books, Surehand is a man with a troubled past, a tormented soul seeking redemption. But the Old Surehand played by Granger is, quite, on the contrary, a jolly good fellow, who’s wearing Sunday trousers under buckskin. The female lead role was played by Elke Sommer, and co-producer Artur Brauner asked Pierre Brice to return as Apache Chief Winnetou. The young Mario Girotti, now better known as Terence Hill, played a supporting part as Baker Jr and the Romanian Gojko Mitic played the Indian Woladeh. In the following years, Mitic became one of the most beloved film stars of Eastern Europe as an Indian rebel in several Defa Westerns. In Unter Geiern/Among Vultures, the experienced trapper Old Surehand and Winnetou investigate the murders of a frontier mother and daughter in Llano Estacado, a border area to New Mexico and Texas. The surviving husband, farmer Baumann, believes that his wife and daughter were murdered by Indians of the Shoshone tribe, but Old Surehand suspects that it is the work of a gang of bandits known as The Vultures, who disguise themselves as Indians while committing their crimes. When attractive Annie (Elke Sommer), who was to deliver precious diamonds to Baumann, is kidnapped by the Vultures, Winnetou, Old Surehand and their friend Old Wabble pursue the gang. Meanwhile, the young Martin Baumann (Götz George) tries to free Annie.
The first Karl May Western, Der Schatz im Silbersee/Treasure of Silver Lake (Harald Reinl, 1962) had been the most successful German film of the 1962/1963 season. Director Harald Reinl and producer Horst Wendlandt then created a series of Euro-Westerns, all based on the novels by Karl May. Their next film, Winnetou - 1. Teil/Apache Gold (Harald Reinl, 1963) was in fact a prequel to Der Schatz im Silbersee which introduced Apache chief Winnetou and told how he met Old Shatterhand. The script of Unter Geiern combines elements from two different Karl May novels, but Old Surehand appears in neither of them. The reason for this is quite prosaic: originally Lex Barker, who had played Old Shatterhand in the first two films, would appear once again as Old Shatterhand alongside Pierre Brice, in a film called Winnetou und der Bärenjäger/Winnetou and the Bear Hunter, but Wendlandt thought Granger was a big catch and asked his screenwriters to rework the entire script and write Granger/Old Surehand into it. Most critics decided that Unter Geiern could not hold a candle to the earlier Karl May films. The chemistry between Pierre Brice and Stewart Granger did not quite match that of Brice and Lex Barker. At IMDb reviewer, Henri Sauvage, writes: "cinematography is occasionally breathtaking. (If possible, you should try to catch this in letterbox format, just for the gorgeous scenery.) The action sequences come off fairly well, too, and the bad guys are appropriately villainous." Scherpschutter in his review at the Spaghetti Western Database: "Loyal fans of the series often call this one of the better entries. I can only partially agree. The film was aimed at a slightly more mature audience than the previous movies. The slaughter of the Baumann family (although not shown) is quite shocking, and the shootout near the end between the Vultures and the settlers is remarkably violent. But the bulk of the movie is the usual heroic Karl May stuff, with Old Surehand put to a survival test by the Shoshones, and Winnetou leading the Indian braves in true cavalry style to the aid of the settlers when all seems lost. And then there’s Stewart Granger … Reportedly Granger was paid $ 75.000 for the part, which makes him the best-paid actor of the series, and he virtually directed his own scenes. He had completely different ideas about the movie than most other people on the set, and his approach led to a rather incongruous movie, with a dramatic storyline of a young man, Martin Baumann, seeking the murderers of his family members, and a lot of funny and would-be funny scenes – featuring Surehand - thrown in." Unter Geiern was a success in the German cinemas and was awarded the Goldene Leinwand (Golden Screen) for more than 3 million visitors in a year. The Karl May series was to be continued...
Sources: Scherpschutter (Spaghettiwestern.net), Spaghettiwestern.net, Wikipedia (English and German), and IMDb.
And, please check out our blog European Film Star Postcards.
Got pretty good news today unless it was just a pleasant blow off. I submitted 5 of my pieces to a Gallery in Columbia and was informed that they were very pleased with them but they only allow 3 photogs at a time. I am wait listed until one decides to leave. I'm going to choose to look at this as a positive thing.
On another bright note, the Garden Gate Gallery is looking good and work is picking up!
Please join us if you can for our Grand Opening on Sat Dec 11th form 10am-2pm.
FM me for specifics or directions.
Have a good one!
Thirty-three years ago I thought it would be a good idea to keep other Irvine family members informed as to what we were doing to organize the family's first reunion. After our fore-bearers arrived in Victoria some 142 years ago we thought it was time to find out how many souls their offspring had become.
So this series of newsletters was published quarterly by me over the span of the next eight years. After the last Irvine reunion in 1996 and the family 228 page, hardcover book was published the newsletter met its timely demise at Volume 8 No.3 in 1998.
All Canadian serial, print media can be published under International Standard Serial Numbers (ISSN) which uniquely identifies a serial publication. The best part for me is the Canadian Library and Archives requires those publications using ISSN numbers must deposit two copies of each print publication with them on an ongoing basis. This means, all my ISSN 1192-4497 registered publications will live on long after I'm gone. As will the Irvine family book with its number: ISBN 0-9695935-1-1.
This brings us to my current project to get as many issues of this newsletter into digital form as possible. What a lot of work! But, thank God, I have all the computer hardware and software to accomplish said task. Where there's a will there's away.
NB My one-year-old grandson (shown above) is now 27 yrs old and says he will take the family, genealogical mantle from me — poor lad, he has no idea.
Chronicles of lifting Light :
Tales from The Poet and the Peasant
There is a certain daring “edge” in acting out a role playing game on a partner(s) in public, especially if (in our case) one favors pickpocketing.
It’s a certain adrenaline thrill, both addictive and desirable, that increases up until the “mark” is relived of one or more of her dangling valuables. Whether its carried out with a simple bump, a lift conveyed while, say dancing, or a squeeze play maneuvered with a second player, it all creates and holds a level of excitement most thrilling in its nature, quite erotic within its scope.
This Chronicle contains short essays on pickpocketing games played solely within our group over the past few years.
These were games only, done with full knowledge and consent of all the players ( with a couple of exceptions where the parties involved were not informed of the actual happenings until sometime after the fact.)
Any articles of jewelry lifted were returned to their original owners, albeit sometimes those owners at first thought the jewelry being returned had just simply fallen away.
The actual facts have been stretched, padded and enhanced, due primarily to the significant detail that I rather like those in my immediate circle, and in order to keep them liking me, have agreed to “put meat on the bone” so to speak, when putting pen to paper.
This journal is far from complete, and additional stories will be added as they are played out.
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The “Poet and the Peasant” Is a little backwater pub owned by Brian’s Aunt and Uncle. It’s a laid back place, music (mostly canned) , the usual caste of regulars ,Including us, and a generous section of ales and other “demon” drink.
The pub is housed in an ancient old building with all sorts of old Victorian era objects, found and given a home in the pub’s numerous nooks and crannies. Including the skull of poor Erik. Erik was a 17th century poet and balladeer who supposedly was beheaded for making several torrid lyrics about a certain Saxon king. His grinning skull sits high up in a shelf along a balustrade, usually with a cigar clamped in his jaws. Couldn’t tell how many times someone who had more than his fill of drink has tried to light it for the poor blighter. The pub is a regular howl around Halloween, thanks to Erik, who has obtained quite a degree of notability, despite being dead for all these long years.
Basically, Erik aside, the “Poet and the Peasant” is a great place to hang out and make plans with a pint in hand.
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Opening Act
Atonement
We were heading to a small resort that we once had stayed at for a wedding and reception. It was Just “Ginny” and I on a 4 day escape from reality. We were passing through one of the small towns on the way, when Ginny spotted a dress shoppe, with several mannequins wearing evening frocks. She had to stop, we had a function the next month and she had “nothing to wear”( Liar I thought grinning).
We went inside and on a “gently worn” rack she pulled out this long string sleeved satin number and tried it on. The young clerk said it was patterned after the one in the movie atonement ( which neither of us had seen) but its rich deep green( Irish green the clerk called it, which I really had no idea was a colour) really set off Ginny’s long copper hair, and I liked the way her hair laid down her bare backside.
We arrived at the resort in early afternoon and claimed our suite( paid for by an anniversary gift) and set out to explore the place. The resort was packed, and we found out that there were 2 evening wedding receptions taking place on Saturday. An Idea began to take seed and as we walked I found a way to bring it into conversation.
Ginny had brought her rhinestones ( see Album Chronicles of lifting Light, B) for a bit of date roleplay in our suite some chosen evening of our stay. I suggested that she should give her gown and the rhinestones a try in public. Where she asked? I than laid out my game plan and a smile crept across her face, lit up by the sun poking through the trees on the wooded path we had been walking. Ginny liked to dress up, and I used that trump card to my advantage.
At around 5pm I slipped into the larger of the two receptions (crashed if you like) and wondering over to the bar I got a drink and waited, nursing it. I was reasonably presentable in a suit jacket, slacks, silk shirt and satin tie. As I waited I found myself pretty much unnoticed, which was a far cry from what Ginny encountered when she cautiously entered about fifteen minutes later, green gown swirling, rhinestones all a glitter. It didn’t take long for the sharks to start circling. One lad started a conversation, and I watched her squirm a little, before putting my drink down and coming to my damsel’s rescue. I had to literally peel the bloke away from her. We went onto the dance floor, pretending like we had never met. As we danced through several songs I could tell by the look in Ginny’s eyes that she was feeling the same fire within that I was. Ready for part 2 ? I asked, she got a surprised look in her eyes, and began to check herself, uh uh I said, not till we leave. We went out together; I spied the bloke watching us from a table, and smirked to meself over his look of frustration.
Outside we started to walk along the promenade, joining along with several other ladies, charming in their in gowns and frills, with their tuxedoed escorts, escapees all of us from the receptions. Ginny felt exceptionally good as, with my arm around her, she cuddled into my side while we walked some distance. But our bliss was not long, when Ginny , looking back, said there was a hotel security cop heading our way. Damn I thought, pinched for crashing the reception.
The rent-a-cop came up to us, and placing a firm grip upon my shoulder(or tried, I was a good foot taller, where do they find these blokes?) talked directly to Ginny. Everything alright then Miss, he questioned Ginny, trying to sound professional, and he almost pulled it off, except he squeaked on the word Miss.
Why yes, officer Ginny said, pouring on the charm( which is a quite frightful weapon in her capable hands), thank you for your lovely concern, but why do you ask? I received a report that this man may have been bothering you, Ma’am he said , no squeaks this time. He looked at me, I just grinned back at him, waiting for Ginny to belt it out of the park. She smiled, her green eyes brite, and laying a hand on the “officers” chin, told him how adorable his concern was for her safety, but her husband and she made sure he saw her ring, is really not that much of a bother most of the time. Husband he started, than stopped, caught his embarrassment nicely, then tried to save it, but Miss, I heard you had lost a necklace.
Whatever reaction he had hoped by saying this, it was not the one he got. Oh that, she said, the clasp broke, so my husband took it for safe keeping, really, where would I have put it, and she stepped back and let him look her over for evidence of supporting her statement. Game, Set and Match, I smirked to myself!
With the way she looked in that satin gown, and her charm at full output, no mere mortal male would have been able to stand a chance. Well, he choked out, all’s good then isit, and releasing my shoulder; he turned heel, and walked off hurriedly, like a scolded puppy with its tail between its legs. Ginny giggled, well played I told her, well played. And, again with my arm around her and Ginny cuddling in, we continued our stroll, with Ginny letting out the occasional chortal of laughter over the whole incident.
We reached an overlook over the lake, where a pair of swans was meandering about. A young lady in a long white dress with a glittering bracelet around one wrist, was walking along the path that edged along the lake. The swans were near her, reminding me of a tele commercial I had seen long ago ( If anyone else remembers it please leave a comment).
Ginny caught me looking, wanna do the path luv, she whispered with in a most beguiling manner. We did so, and eventually found a rather isolated little nook behind a hedge grow. Here I will have to leave to the readers imagination what transpired there, for the only witnesses were the two of us, and a rather surprised chippy who crawled out of his hole for a gander…
On our way back we once again stopped at the overlook. Time to tally up I said. Ginny smiled and opening her purse pulled out a scrap of paper. She showed it to me, on it was written the word necklace. Lucky guess, did you feel me take it I asked. Of course she lied; I could have done it better. Wanna bet I teased. Maybe someday we’ll see she responded. Now the way the game worked was that I pretended to be a light fingered jewel thief, with my eyes on the lady in green’s jewels. It was my objective to lift a piece of Ginny’s jewellery some point in the evening..
Ginny agreed to it on the condition that beforehand she would write down a piece of jewellery on a piece of paper, if it matched the piece I had lifted, than I could decide what we would do the next evening, if not, she would decide. So later, as we had a few drinks in a nearby pub ( still dressed in “costume”) I (the winner) outlined the plans for the next evening.
So the following evening, after a rather nice feast by the fireplace in the resorts great room, we found ourselves once again in a bar ( this time the resorts lounge). I was wearing the same suit, and had Ginny’s purloined necklace in my jacket pocket. Ginny was wearing a black satin blouse, ¾ sleeved, with long white and blacked stripped skirt. She wore her gold jewellery, and her long hair was up, held by rhinestone clips. At one point she excused herself to the loo, and when she returned took the chair next to me, and started to come on to me. I played along and after a few drinks, and dances, she led me out to the lobby.
Making way outside to the long wooden walkaway of the promenade, we began our way along it. Finding an isolated bench, we began to make out, as if we were strangers who had just met. After a long (glorious) while, we stood( wobbly) and made our way down to the lake, and continued our light petting.
At one point Ginny stopped, and looking me in the eye, said, well sir, its been fun, but id better go. Immediately I patted my pocket, the necklace was gone. Naughty I said, distracting me on the bench hussy, I teased. Her eyes got a gleam, follow me she said. We retraced our steps, hand in hand, and she led me to the the bench, and then surprisingly passed it. We regained the lobby, and she stopped by a corner, where a larger fern like plant sat in a rather big ceramic pot. Reaching in, she pulled out the necklace. Very good I said, never felt you take it.
So, I win then, she smirked. Yes I agreed, I had guessed wrong by thinking she had picked my pocket on the bench. So let’s go an collect me winnings then, sir, she ordered me, her eyes large and hungry. As we made our way I tried to get her to tell me when she had lifted the necklace, but she just placed a secret little smile on her lips, and remained silent on the subject….
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Act 2
Squeeze Play
Anyone who has taken the bother to riffle through my earlier Chronicles of Lifting Light, knows I have a twin sister who at times past has been my foil to practice upon. Well, I will leave it up to you to decide who the foil was in this tale.
We were all hanging out at the pub (“Poet and the Peasant” of course) one evening, the four of us, being the silly selves that mid- twenties youth are prone to being, especially when alcohol is involved.
We were trying to drink away the memories of what our previous week of work had given us, and were well on our way to meeting that objective, when a song from the band Cold Play come on. Ginny had asked my sister who it was, and instead of answering right away, she gave something a bit of thought, then my sister started smirking. Cold Play, like squeeze Play , remember “Ginny?”
Both Girls just started giggling, “Brian” just got a sullen look at the memory, and I, I just reflected…..
In our University years, my sister worked part time for a company that raised funds for charities, like OXFAM, etc. Among the various types of events were a couple of “Black Tie” affairs that I enjoyed because it gave Brian and I the chance to escort my Sister and Ginny ( the girls ever beautiful in fancy dress) to attend them.
Now, my sister had this co-worker,”Shiela”, who was absolute vinegar to my sister’s honey, hell, she was vinegar to any pretty female’s honey! She was a squawker, a squealer, and a backstabbing slag, in other words, not a very nice girl atoll. She was also was twice divorced from wealthy young scions who could not spot a gold digger for the life of them until they had been broadsided along the head with her gilded shovel.
During one warm late Autumn we were attending one of the Charity Dances being held in the big city proper. They had a pair of bands lined up, one kind of a Disco’ish throwback, and for later, a proper one that played a more romantic beat, one that called for slow dancing. The Girls were more into the Disco then we males were( a feeling that affected most of us in attendance) and the floor was flooded with a gaggle of swishing dresses and gowns dancing and swirling around to the frantic beat of the music, all performed with swirling lights in the darkened, smog filled dance floor, while the guys just sat around enjoying the show being put on.
As Brian and I watched the provocative females on the floor dancing, we noticed that our girls were slowly moving out amongst the throng of pretty dancers, rather than maintaining one area. Soon they had moved next to “Shiela”, who was dancing with this cousin of hers. Now I found this surprising, because Sis and Ginny had been throwing daggers with their eyes at “Shiela” all evening. She had been sitting with her wealthy new boyfriend, who was always bending to her demands, as evidenced by the expensive new finery she was sporting, which really had gotten a certain Twins goat. So it was with some puzzlement that when her cousin took a breather, Ginny and my twin slipped in to take her place, moving in rhythm with the now quite intoxicated “Shiela”.
Sis was facing “Shiela” and Ginny was behind her, all three of them gyrating their arms, hands and most of their other body parts in motion, up down and all around each other , so close at times that you would have had an effort at squeezing a hand between them.
What’s that pair up to now? Brain questioned me, as if I had a hand in it, I just shook my head, knowing only that I wanted to be in the middle of that sandwich instead of “Shiela”, but as it turned out, good thing I wasn’t.
We watched as the long song went on, with its deep bass beat that almost sounded like it had been lifted from some horror flick. Ginny and Sis continued to revolve, twist and swirl around the guileless “Shiela” as their colourfully brite (slinky) dresses shimmered in a most provocative fashion, bathed as they were caught by the dimly lit, smoke filled, dance floors blue strobes. A few times “Shiela” seemed to lose her footing, and fell against my Sister, who I thought took it surprisingly well as she gently steadied her foe.
Then the song ended, and all three girls laughed and giggled, actually hugged one another. I heard Brian letting out an chiding snort, I , well I was still just mesmerized by the whole act. Ginny and My Sister than walked the slightly dizzy “Shiela” back to her table, even going so far as to help her set down, before turning and heading back to our table. Both of them wearing chuff grins like the kittens that had eaten the canary.
Wotcher?, said Brian questioning their look. Oh God I thought, knowing the answer, for I had been watching “Shiela” as the girls had left and approached. My sister, looking around, held out her hand and opened her fist. There, all balled up and glittering, was the expensive diamond pendent of the set of matching diamonds that “Shiela” had been flaunting about to everyone all evening.
Brian Jumped all over the two, giving them quite the bollocking, “games we played on each other was one thing, but what you pair had done was wade into some very dangerous waters indeed”! So what’s next I chimed in, and by the looks on their heavily made-up faces realized the silly twits hadn’t thought of that end. We hastily discussed the matter, knowing that time was anything but on our sides. Finally Brian took it from my admonished(seemingly) twin, and marching it up to the disc jockey, had him make an announcement describing what his “sister” had found in the loo.
“Shiela”, whom we all had been watching, let out a shriek as her hands flew groping to her chest in fruitless examination, jumped up and immediately claimed it, or tried to as the Jocky had a little bit of fun with it first. “Shiela” and her haplessly star struck Beau, were so hopping mad at the Jocky, they pretty much gave no thought as to how the pretty thing actually had been lost in the first place. This was a lucky break for a couple of girls, who still sat their smugly smiling, as Brian tried in vain to continue scolding them. Me, I just looked at the twittering pair, wondering, pondering thoughts of me own.
Now it wasn’t until a couple of years later on the night my sister made the remark about the cold play song that the girls felt comfortable talking a bit more about the incident .And before Brian could listen without tabooing the subject. And it was then that I learnt how the pair of them had managed to take the diamonds from “Shiela”
It turned out the two had had no real plan, just that they had been discussing “Shiela” between themselves and had been debating over how fun it would be to knock her down a peg or so. One of the scenarios presented was to have her be given the shock of losing a piece of her expensive jewelry, and they even discussed bringing me into the fold, but thought better of it.
Although I am not sure if I would have taken them up on it, but since then I have thought out different ways I would have approached the problem, both by myself, and with the girls help. Although I wouldn’t have tried for the necklace, I figured her ring or bracelet would not have been beyond my scope of achievement. Although, with the girls help…….
Anyway they finally decided to try it themselves, after all how hard could it be to take, say a cocktail ring from “Shiela’s” sweaty finger as she was dancing away on the crowded floor?
They decided to join in the dance and get close to “Shiela” and if an opportunity arose, my sister was to signal Ginny by rubbing a finger alongside her nose to bump against “Shiela”, pushing the hapless B… into me devious twin. It was Ginny who came up with the name “squeeze play”, because I once had grasped and squeezed her from behind, removing her ring in the process.
Now “Shiela” was wearing what I guess is called an A-line gown, where her front was totally covered by the gowns shiny material, no gloves, just sweat glistened skin. As they moved in on “Shiela” Ginny took position behind, while Sis took the front, and at one point laid a hand upon “Shiela’s” shoulder, “Shiela” did likewise as they swayed to the deep rhythmic beats. Sis tried to grasp “Shiela’s” free hand, the one where she was wearing a diamond cocktail ring, but she kept missing. In the process she realized that the hand she had placed on her victims shoulder was almost touching the thick gold chain of her nemesis’s necklace, which held the diamond pendent that was bouncing about.
Looking “Shiela” directly in the eyes she began to work the necklace along as they danced, until her fingers felt the clasp. It was lobster clasp, similar to one my sister had on the emerald necklace Brian had given her. Sis gave it an exploratory push, and it surprisingly opened under her fingers. Startled at what had happened, she forgot the signal, and nodded to Ginny, who plowed into the hapless “Shiela’s” backside, as my sister felt “Shiela” fall against her. She whisked off the necklace with one hand, while steading the giggling “Shiela” with her other. Backing away she placed both hands behind her back as “Shiela” turned to receive Ginny’s apologies. Sis balled up the chain in one hand, holding it tightly closed for the remainder of the dance. They helped “Shiela” back to her table, my Sister placing the fist holding the necklace alongside her victims back as they helped guide the still giggling “Shiela” to a seat.
Walking away, my Sister thought that it had been almost scary how easily it had been to open the clasp and pluck off the necklace. It shouldn’t have been, she kept telling herself, but she knew it was, for she had the evidence in her hand, and she was not even close to ever being a professional about such things. My twin has said that afterwards that it had given her a lot of perturbed thoughts when wearing any good jewelry of hers in public, (particularly her emeralds with the Lobster clasp) and finds herself on occasion still doing spot checks whenever she has been brushed by someone. But then, I think we all do on occasion, knowing the kind of games we like to play.
So as one can see, overall ,this is a rather touchy subject to tackle. But there was no denying that Sis (and Ginny I suspect) were proud of their accomplishment at the time. It was almost like my twin was trying to impress upon me that I was not the only one with light fingers. A subject that, trust me, has been, and will continue to be explored down a sometimes crooked “garden” path.
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Anyone who has read Chronicles B knows that Ginny and Brian both received the upcommence for the manner in which they had gotten my sisters got at the wedding reception. But as for me, she waited a bit, biding her time, for like the proverbial elephant( which she has a bit of a collection) my twin does not forget.
Upcoming :
And revenge is a dish best served cold.
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Jewelry lifting Clips
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According to informed sources, due to increasing use of electricity and telecommunication technology, they are in short of energy and bandwidth so they asked the authorities to provide energy and bandwidth via utility poles. I somehow managed to enter the off-limits area and succeeded to take this shot miraculously ;-) Click here to visit my Facebook Page.
LEAH GARCHIK writes in the San Francisco Chronicle: 'I am informed by ADDA DADA , who never misses a party, that the winner of the Hunky Jesus Contest was TWERKING JESUS. And "Why carry your cross when you can ride it?" is what REBECCA ZITO when she spotted a cyclist so accessorized.'
In Wednesday's Leah Garchik column in the San Francisco Chronicle.
www.sfgate.com/entertainment/garchik/article/Dancing-in-t... ............................................................................................SISTER's of PERPETUAL INDULGENCE's 35th Annual HUNKY JESUS & FOXY MARY fun....The best thing about the Sister's show were the Marijuana 4/20 folks who incorrectly wandered into the Sister's party space...They were like "OMG, This is like , OZ, man."
Yes, it was.
Probably because it was the Sister's 35th Anniversary and it was an homage to the Wizard of Oz. The lawn in front of the stage was filled with red-paper poppies. There were several 'Cowardly Lions", many "Glenda the Good Witch", a couple of 'Bad Witches" including one on a bike...a very young 6-year old Judy Garland passing out Giradelli Chocolate, an awesome Scarecrow of indeterminate sex, a few Tin Men (and one obviously Tin Woman), and even a couple of 'munchkins'...yes, real little people. Though, ADDA DADA is happy to report that there were no Flying Monkeys.
THANK YOU to all the beautiful adults who let ADDA take their photos! (Everyone was properly asked & everyone consented.)
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Hi guys! So recently Woomi (owner of close amitomo /sad) and some of her friends have informed me they think my Hyori Rosette skin is a copy of woomi's skins. I feel very sad that it has come to this, because I worked day and night (I had jet lag anyways haha...) to draw this on my tablet completely by hand. Almost each section is on a different layer (but I suck with layers so OH it's so messy and finding issues drove me CRAZZYYYY.) This is not the final version (obviously, since the left is a major mess LOL). When I think it's ready for upload, I would just copy the right side and flip to paste on the left, so I didn't mess with the left very much. I also paled down the lip and adjusted the color on the top right to match the back of the head. That's about it. Otherwise, this is about the same as the published version~
I also sent complete .PSD files to woomi, who I hope will be able to see that I would not copybot her skins. :( I only recently found out what that is. As a painting hobbyist in real life, I can say that I understand when art is copied/ ripped off. It really sucks. Each of my paintings is like my little baby (haha!), so when people steal it, it makes me feel just awful. I don't know how to describe it. :( SO, I understand how woomi must have felt with the scribble bunny ordeal, and how she might feel now.
Hopefully my work will clear things up. To everyone else, I just want to make it clear that there is no way I would rip off someone else's work. I hope there is no more drama about this, because I am on second life to relieve stress LOL.
I do however admit that the eye of my skin looks a little "amitomo-style." I didn't notice until one of my friends pointed it out. It was not intentional! I wear her skins often, and as you all know, I take a lot of pictures. Probably the look was engraved in my head when I drew this. Don't worry though. Although I drew it myself, I respect woomi, so if she requests it, I will take it down.
I am trying my best to handle the situation maturely, but please keep in mind my own feelings, because this is my work; it took me day and night the moment I came back from my asia trip. I struggled over understanding the template, and uploaded countless trials. I hope you will all understand and be able to retain your faith in me. :)
Love,
AMELIE! > u <
Dieter Buchhart has been called the world’s leading Jean-Michel Basquiat expert. He’s curated or co-curated nearly all of the late New York artist’s major institutional shows this decade, including retrospectives at the Fondation Beyeler in 2010, the Art Gallery of Ontario in 2015, and the Barbican in London in 2017.
So I was bit taken aback when, in a recent phone conversation, the planet’s top Basquiat authority informed me that the rapturously received 120-work Basquiat retrospective he curated at the Fondation Louis Vuitton (up at the Paris museum until January 21st) is not only more extensively sourced and thorough than any show of the artist staged before, but also probably the last time a show of its scale will ever be staged.
“This is the most comprehensive Basquiat show, and perhaps one day, one of the other great museums will try it again, but it will be very, very, very hard. It will kind of be a ‘Mission: Impossible,’” Buchhart said during a phone call from Paris. “It was already now a sort of ‘Mission: Impossible,’ and of course, in a couple of years, it will be even more of a ‘Mission: Impossible.’”
I initially took this as hyperbole—star curators are nothing if not enthusiastic in their proclamations. But having seen the show, which is spread generously through the 126,000-square-foot Frank Gehry–designed space that opened in a woodsy part of the 16th Arrondissement in 2014, it occured to me that perhaps it’s true that such a gobsmacking array of Basquiat’s best paintings could never be assembled again. Buchhart insisted this was the case, and ticked off the reasons why. Basquiat’s market has shot up in the last few years, he said, and a show of 120 works needs a massively well-endowed museum to cover the insurance costs of shipping and hosting dozens of paintings that could be worth more than $10 million, and at least one that is worth much more than that: the untitled 1982 skull painting Yusaku Maezawa bought at Sotheby’s New York in May 2017 for $110.5 million. The lack of institutional interest in Basquiat during his lifetime and in the decades when the late’s artist’s work was relatively affordable means that the bulk of his work is still in the hands of private collectors, many of whom are reticent to let the public see their holdings, or even send them away on loans.
Unlike the institutions that passed on Basquiat for years, the Fondation Louis Vuitton has amassed an impressive trove of the artist’s work, including Grillo (1984), a showstopper that depicts two figures across four linked canvases stretching more than 17 feet, and Negro Period (1986), a tryptic that features tangled drawings of black cultural figures on two of its three panels, and then a striking portrait on its rightmost panel.
The exhibition’s curators also had access to even more rare works through the largess of the Fondation’s president, LVMH CEO Bernard Arnault, who has collected Basquiat for decades and showed immense enthusiasm for his works years before they became must-haves for any world-class contemporary collection.
“Basquiat! I have a deep and personal passion for the work of Jean-Michel Basquiat, whose works I first discovered in New York in the late 1980s,” Arnault wrote in the exhibition catalogue. Arnault began planning the world’s grandest Basquiat exhibition nearly a decade ago, when Gehry’s spasmodic sketches of undulating waves had yet to be turned into a real building. The first order of business was asking Buchhart to put the show together, alongside the museum’s artistic director, Suzanne Pagé. Even at that early stage, he knew his exceptional Basquiat holdings gave him a leg-up in staging a once-in-a-lifetime show.
Some of Arnault’s Basquiats remain in his name, as opposed to the Fondation’s collection, and the luxury goods billionaire loaned work from his personal trove—which adorns walls of such properties as his Saint-Tropez home, his apartment in Paris, his penthouse at 50 Central Park West, his multiple houses in Beverly Hills, and perhaps even his yacht—even if he insisted on incognito wall text attributing them to “a private collection.”
When Arnault tapped Buchhart to organize the exhibition, the curator immediately set out to do something more ambitious than past shows, which typically tracked the artist’s meteoric rise and tragic death over a too-short career. Instead of being organized chronologically, the show’s 120 works are presented in thematic clusters: large head paintings; smaller head drawings; depictions of Basquiat’s “heroes and warriors,” which include bebop titans and boxing champions; paintings that rely heavily on text; history paintings; paintings that take stock of the African diaspora and slave trade routes; collaborations with Andy Warhol; and his final works—including the late masterpiece Riding with Death (1988), which rarely leaves its very private collection, and is on display in Paris for the first time. The unorthodox sequencing pays off in a big way. Right out the gate, there are three massive skull works hung in a small cupola that will wow Basquiat fans and win over any skeptic: Maezawa’s record-breaking, black-on-cerulean face with teeth gnashing; the somber yellow-lined skull from 1981 that’s been a highlight of The Broad in Los Angeles since it opened in 2015; and In This Case (1983), a red-washed noggin with a rain cloud for an eyeball that’s owned by Giancarlo Giammetti, the business partner of fashion designer Valentino Garavani.
“It was very important for me to break with the usual retrospective, where you start with the early works, and then you go on, so I started with one of the strongest expressions of humanism, the strongest expression of existential fear—the three heads,” Buchhart said. “It was to mark the genius of Basquiat, and also give [visitors], at the entrance, an idea of the masterpieces he created.”
As you continue through the show, the sequencing of works strengthens the main argument Buchhart set out to make: that Basquiat was not really a Neo-Expressionist revitalizing a bombastic aesthetic, but a conceptual artist threading the context of where he came from into the narrative of his life’s work.
While discussing this conceptual framing, I floated a theory by Buchhart: that Basquiat was a canny observer of the way the market responded to his work, and would have marveled at the Fondation’s staffers crisscrossing the globe to track down his works in the vacation homes of collectors. Basquiat would have seen the international dissemination of his now-pricey paintings as a parallel to the global tradewinds he mapped in his works—particularly the paintings dealing with the slave trade, a market he compared to the art market on many occasions, portraying men in hats selling both people and pictures.
Buchhart agreed with the idea, noting that in addition to the collectors who did advertise their loans in the wall text—including prominent players such as Eli and Edythe Broad in Los Angeles, Peter M. Brant from Greenwich, Connecticut, and others as far-flung as Heidi Horten in Vienna, Yoav Harlap in Israel, and the Mugrabi family—there were dozens of others who stayed anonymous. “He’s really global—Hong Kong, Australia, of course you have South America, Japan, other parts of Asia, Indonesia, many private collections in Europe, even smaller holdings in Africa,” Buchhart said.
While many collectors are willing to loan work for large portions of the year—Maezawa’s masterpiece was at the Brooklyn Museum and the Seattle Art Museum before it went to Paris, meaning it’s been traveling for most of the roughly 20 months he’s owned it—some have started to worry about shipping increasingly valuable canvases.
“It was difficult,” Buchhart said. “People are much less generous in lending, because now the value is so high. People started having more concerns than they did in the past.”
Still, after more than a decade of putting together ambitious Basquiat shows, Buchhart has become good at knowing who to turn to when there’s a specific piece that scratches a curatorial itch or fills a narrative gap. He said he was able to offer primo real estate to collectors who were reluctant to share their works, enticing them with the promise that certain overlooked parts of the artist’s practice would get their star turn in this exhibition’s rejiggered format.
But some resistant collectors took more persuading. To entice would-be lenders into handing over their prized possessions for a few months, Arnault himself sent handwritten letters offering them the pick of the litter from his own personal collection to fill the white space on their walls for the duration of the show.
The surging Basquiat market has also created the problem of putting up the daunting insurance money needed to house so many blue-chip works. Buchhart claimed he didn’t know the total estimate for what the works in the show would hypothetically cost, and thus didn’t know the indemnity that had been assigned to the exhibition so that it could be staged. Dealers familiar with the Basquiat market said they had not looked at all 120 works closely enough to go on the record with a ballpark estimate.
But there’s no doubt that 120 of the greatest Basquiats in existence amount to a whole lot of money. Since 2007, nearly 40 of his paintings, drawings, and canvases on mounted wood have sold for more than $10 million. And accordingly, the two large-scale head paintings in the show not owned by Maezawa would have to be considered $100 million pictures; the 25 or so large-scale paintings are at least equal to those that have recently sold in the range of $30 million. No large-scale, four- or five-paneled works like the ones in the Fondation’s collection have come to auction, but they could conceivably break $50 million given their sheer size. In addition to these knockouts, there are dozens of smaller paintings and drawings that would collectively bring in a hefty sum. All told, it seems reasonable to estimate that the total value of the works in the exhibition could approach $2 billion. Insurance for this kind of exhibition would be prohibitive for most private museums. In 2011, when the National Gallery in London staged a show of nine works by Leonardo da Vinci, the indemnity was a whopping £3.3 billion, and it was halfway covered by taxpayers.
But in this case, the museum in question is sponsored by LVMH, which has assets of €68.6 billion ($82.2 billion). Buchhart says having such a backer is a huge help, but it’s also another reason why it will be difficult to stage such a show again, especially as Basquiat’s prices continue to rise.
“The insurance value of a show like this is very high, so it limits the opportunities,” Buchhart said. “On the good side, there is the recognition that comes with the high prices, but there is also the downside—the exhibitions become very expensive to do, which limits the options to do these shows.”
In March, a selection of the works—about 70 of the 120—will travel to New York to inaugurate the Brant Foundation’s first Manhattan gallery space, in Walter De Maria’s old studio in the East Village. Appropriately enough, the location is in Basquiat’s old stomping grounds, right around the corner from the Pyramid Club and other old and bygone 1980s venues where the artist jammed with his band Gray and left endless tags on the walls and bathrooms.
Until then, there’s no doubt that the full show in Paris will be as mobbed as it was on the brisk Saturday in October when I visited. There were lines around the sprawling concourse in the Bois de Boulogne then, and the visitors standing in them looked giddy, despite the hours of waiting that lay ahead.
Some of the younger people in the queue wore Basquiat shirts and were clearly very eager to witness for the first time a complete show of his work. I mentioned this to Buchhart and he said that he had noticed the kids, too. He talked about those who had heard of Basquiat, double-tapped pictures of Basquiat on Instagram, read about Basquiat, but never actually seen a Basquiat.
“It marks a global change in the reception of Basquiat, and educates many more people about what he actually did,” he said.
My friend informed me that there was a 3d mapping tool which I've never realised before, just used a little texture and decided to wrap it around a sphere then did some weird frame work. Tell me what you think please??
Love having some feedback on my work
Informed by his longstanding interest in modern machinery and Surrealism, Paolozzi took his inspiration from Train journeys he undertook in which he had to change at London and Paris
Having experimented with wood in a number of abstract relief works using an intricate network of geometric and biomorphic elements in the 1970’s onwards. A common theme running through many of his best known pieces focus upon making a social statement about man's role in the age of technology.
This piece can be currently viewed at the CASS Sculpture Foundation, Goodwood, West Sussex...
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If Google is to be trusted, there's a lot going on here. It's a sign on the street corner outside a pre-school, and the large text on the left warns you the this space is required 24/7, and that you will be fined 10,000 per incident if you have the temerity to stop, even temporarily. That's about US$300. I'd like to see them make that stick...
The small sign on the right is cheeky enough to inform you that longer term rental parking is available nearby, for a price.
I'm not sure what happened to the plant. Perhaps it had an additional flower on the top originally?
'I am informed by ADDA DADA , who never misses a party, that the winner of the Hunky Jesus Contest was TWERKING JESUS. And "Why carry your cross when you can ride it?" is what REBECCA ZITO when she spotted a cyclist so accessorized.'
In Wednesday's Leah Garchik column in the San Francisco Chronicle.
www.sfgate.com/entertainment/garchik/article/Dancing-in-t... ............................................................................................SISTER's of PERPETUAL INDULGENCE's 35th Annual HUNKY JESUS & FOXY MARY fun....The best thing about the Sister's show were the Marijuana 4/20 folks who incorrectly wandered into the Sister's party space...They were like "OMG, This is like , OZ, man."
Yes, it was.
Probably because it was the Sister's 35th Anniversary and it was an homage to the Wizard of Oz. The lawn in front of the stage was filled with red-paper poppies. There were several 'Cowardly Lions", many "Glenda the Good Witch", a couple of 'Bad Witches" including one on a bike...a very young 6-year old Judy Garland passing out Giradelli Chocolate, an awesome Scarecrow of indeterminate sex, a few Tin Men (and one obviously Tin Woman), and even a couple of 'munchkins'...yes, real little people. Though, ADDA DADA is happy to report that there were no Flying Monkeys.
THANK YOU to all the beautiful adults who let ADDA take their photos! (Everyone was properly asked & everyone consented.)
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This photograph was taken at an altitude of Fourteen metres, at 13:11pm on Friday 13th May 2016 off Broadway in the town of Skagway, the 49th State of the United States of America.
This is a snow plough train used on the popular tourist route, the White Pass and Yukon railway. The black blades rotate at speed to push the heavy snow drifts aside.
Skagway is a first class borough in Alaska, United States of America, on the Alaska Panhandle. The port of Skagway is very popular with cruise ships, and although on my visit there were none due in, I was informed that up to five per day can arrive in the high season.
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Just before the weekend I got informed of a jam organised by many local writers from all over china and Towns RT and Roids MSK as guest participants. At first I wasn't gonna make it, having too much shit to deal with but then I decided to throw everything out and head over for a weekend painting spree, act and worry later lol.
Turned out to be a lot of fun, real glad i did it. Not only did I really enjoy hanging out with Roids again and meet Towns but at the same time I got a chance to talk a lot more with the local chinese scene (my chinese is slowly improving) who is now becoming really good. Many well executed peices where done that day.
Because of my late decision I arrived after everyone and had to squeeze myself in between Gas from chengdu and Towns. Freestyled this peice, a bit in deconstruction actualy (especialy the E and the O) seeing it now there are a couple things I think I should have done differently color-wise but or else kind of happy with the outcome. Nice and sunny day aswell unfortunently with a lot of wind, as we where painting on tarps the wall kept moving back and forth making it a hassle to stay clean.
Anyways, great day big up to everyone that was there :
Roids, Town,
Touch, Zastie, Maverick
Gas
Ren, Pad4, Kong
Hubest (Cookie, Rainbo, Bone, Jex, Sev, Ray),
Tryken (Bala, Zen, Sam),
ABS crew (Andc, Seven, Noise, Scar),
Kwanyin (Keno, Yumi, Nat Tin),
Daddy Lemon
I was informed that Annie passed away in late August, she was 75 years old. I miss her greatly. I feel that I made a terrible mistake leaving her back in 2020 and I never sat down and explained to her what was going on because I didn’t want to hurt her. I really do believe she’d still be alive if I stayed with her.
30 cm x 30 cm
12" x 12"
2002 - 2020
Urethane and acrylic binders, pigments in dispersal water, dry iridescent pigments and resin on panel.
Purchase inquiries to bruceriley@bruce-riley.com
Boaty is painted on a panel that has been around for 18 years. The paint layer is thick with multiple resin applications that lets light glow from underneath.
Boaty McBoatface is the name of the lead boat of the Autosub Long-Range class 3 of autonomous underwater vehicles (AUVs). It is used for scientific research and is carried on the research vessel RRS Sir David Attenborough. Boaty McBoatface is owned by the Natural Environment Research Council (NERC) and operated by the British Antarctic Survey (BAS).[4][5] Because of its complexity and its extended range, NERC classifies it as an autosub long range autonomous vehicle.
Boaty McBoatface is the name of an unmanned submersible used in the Arctic. They let the internet pick the name. At first people were aghast! Oh my! Then they saw the publicity and became happy again. The painting just got named recently because I like to say Boaty McBoatface. Feels good. And the painting kept becoming a face against my better informed art persona. So make it human but not. Maybe even not animal but machine.
Over the years it is a painting that has been worked on when it stuck out enough from the other works in progress. Boaty is one of my over the top excessive paintings. I can’t get it right so I keep adding. It becomes a battery of sorts.
Late last night I was informed that my mother was going to be doing a story on the local paint ball field and would be going into the field to shoot while a game was going on. Naturally I couldn't miss this opportunity. So, today at 2pm we set out on a mini adventure to inVINCibles Paint Ball Park to meet with Vince and staff.
This wonderland of spattered paint is at the edge of town paralleling the I-95. It is 35 acres filled with bunkers, barriers, blockades, busses, helicopters and multi level forts. A true dream for a lot of kids. Prices are reasonable and they cater to all age groups.
Today was especially hot with temperatures hovering at just under 100ºF. if you factor in the heat index it was well over 110. We arrived just before 2:30 with the sun still high in the sky. How the mass of kids playing paint ball in full uniforms don't drop dead from heat stroke, I have no idea. I was bordering, "Too hot" myself and these kids were running around playing commando and shit. We were told its because they drink plenty of water. Or it could be that they're not human and there only goal is to make normal people look lazy!
My goal for the day was to shoot enough elements to make a bad ass shot for Day 225. I knew I needed to get a background shot and had been eyeballing the short bus since I had arrived. We had to wait until the group was done in this field before we could venture out with the cameras. This gave us a few minutes to observe the speedball match before Debbie (mom) would strap up and "join the fight"
A few speed ball matches later and the main field was clear. Armed with a tripod, my camera and my new favorite lens the 24-70mm I headed out to grab some 3 exposure HDRs of select areas… Of course the bus was first.
I grabbed about a dozen shots of various areas around the field including the bus, the helicopter and a few old wood forts. All shot with the intention of HDR processing.
It was now time for dear ole mom to capture some speed ball. She strapped up with mask and her "weapon of choice" and headed out. The boys were instructed not to hit her but I was secretly hoping she caught one in the leg or something. Now don't misunderstand, I harbor no ill will towards her. I simply thought it may have been funny and a great story! I pictured it in my head along with the Simpson's Nelson saying "ha ha". I coudn't help lauging to myself! Unfortunately, she didn't get hit and I sulked for a fraction of a second.
It was now time to setup the lights and grab the main elements for my shot.
I always get a kick out of peoples reaction to the lights. "wow! So your like really a real photographer" Ha, yes, I am in fact a "real photographer!" I love how lights automatically legitimize what ever you're doing. I'm just messing with you Vince! You're not the first to make that comment.
It wasn't hard to find 3 willing participants. Anthony Cianfrocca (back right) Trevor Maloy (back left) and Alex Archibald (front) were more than happy to pose. I had setup the gear in front of a large storage container used as an equipment holding shed. This would serve as decent near neutral backdrop. I knew that getting the gear into the arena wasn't going to happen as I was light about 3 assistants and the place was soon to open for the day. Being more than a little comfortable with masking and compositing I chose to go that way and make things easier on myself while in the hot sun. I'd be more willing to take the extra time and mask them all out in the comforts of my air conditioned dungeon and less than comfortable chair.
Post Production:
So I now had 3 shots for the background, and 3 paint ball players. The background was compiled using Photomatix. I masked each individual out separately and dropped them into the backdrop. This is where I added dust, texture and whatnot to tie everything together. I found that my near perfect looking lighting was throwing off the look since the sun had momentaraly been hidden by clouds while shooting the background. so... I opted to add a little more texture than I'd normally add. Overall I think it turned out great and I am excited to hear what the guys at the paint ball park think. The paint balls you may or may not have noticed are made from scratch. I simply made a neutral grey circle and used the bevel and emboss layer style to give it a round look followed by a few highlights. I then changed the colors and positioned them around the image.
Odd thing about this image is it took me only 2 hours to complete. I must be getting better at this as I know for a fact 8 months ago this would have taken me 6 hours. Yay for me!
Be sure to check my facebook page www.facebook.com/michaelherbphoto for the before and after shots of this image. It should be up by tomorrow.
Lighting:
AB800 Med Gridded Softbox At both 10:00 & 2:00. 3/4 power
AB800 Beauty Dish Boomed overhead. 1/2 power.
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'I am informed by ADDA DADA , who never misses a party, that the winner of the Hunky Jesus Contest was TWERKING JESUS. And "Why carry your cross when you can ride it?" is what REBECCA ZITO when she spotted a cyclist so accessorized.'
In Wednesday's Leah Garchik column in the San Francisco Chronicle.
www.sfgate.com/entertainment/garchik/article/Dancing-in-t... ............................................................................................SISTER's of PERPETUAL INDULGENCE's 35th Annual HUNKY JESUS & FOXY MARY fun....The best thing about the Sister's show were the Marijuana 4/20 folks who incorrectly wandered into the Sister's party space...They were like "OMG, This is like , OZ, man."
Yes, it was.
Probably because it was the Sister's 35th Anniversary and it was an homage to the Wizard of Oz. The lawn in front of the stage was filled with red-paper poppies. There were several 'Cowardly Lions", many "Glenda the Good Witch", a couple of 'Bad Witches" including one on a bike...a very young 6-year old Judy Garland passing out Giradelli Chocolate, an awesome Scarecrow of indeterminate sex, a few Tin Men (and one obviously Tin Woman), and even a couple of 'munchkins'...yes, real little people. Though, ADDA DADA is happy to report that there were no Flying Monkeys.
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Married Couple Ballroom Blitz
There is a certain upper class jewelle emporium with a branch located in a rather large shopping centre. Recently across the way a fancy dress shoppe opened that custom tailors one of a kind dresses and gowns and tuxes.
The managers of the two stores managers came up with the idea of on weekends having their male employees dress in tuxes, while the predominately female clerks would wear gowns, dresses and jewelry loaned prospectively from each store.
One weekend just after term, a female clerk in a long flowing gown of satin and lace, regally shimmering in the diamond pendent earrings and ring she wore with it, waited upon a long haired, smartly attired young lady in search of a dress to wear at a posh affair. As she tried on a satin number that made her look like a movie star(which she decidedly was not) she could not take her eyes off the clerks jewellery. The clerk let her have a closer look and informed her exuberantly that they could be purchased at the Jewelle Emporium across the way.
The lady soon had a far off look in her eyes…
A Married couple were out for an evening attending an upper end ( although the sponsor’s would never admit the it was that exclusive) Charity Ball. It was being held to help defray the costs for the charities’ good works( for which the family member’s holding offices, president ,vice prescient, treasurer etc, received Lordly salaries in range of six figures!)
It was a large affair, the cavernous ballroom filled to capacity. The wealthy couple in their ten year marriage(after a five year engagement) were used to partying and they had quite a time of it, mingling, dancing, drink and enjoying various other forms of social merriment.
An existing Photograph shows them to be a very handsome couple that evening( as they always were). Him in a pristine tuxedo, black with tails , top hat and real silver knobbed cane, he sported a thinly trimmed reddish beard and devilish look sprouting from his steel grey eyes. She was the epitome of elegance and fine breeding, her well-endowed figure elegantly encased in a stunning long, slickly “wet appearing ” satin gown of a rich shade of teal. It gracefully flowed along, literally pouring along down her figure, accentuating every suggestive curve of her body. Also along that figure, Jewels, alive with fiery rippling sparks as they peeked seductively from her ears, neckline and wrists! They were a valuably matched display, set with vibrant diamonds and deep green emeralds. Her long bare fingers were home to several diamond encrusted rings, including, of course, the much talked about emerald, ruby and diamond friendship ring that held court magnificently on her petite left ring finger. Her longish flaming red hair was held up by even more jewels, a dazzling pair of diamond and emerald encrusted green enameled clips.
At the end of the evening , a short time after the “witching hour” the couple retired to their suite in the upper floors of the posh five star hotel located near the royally named venue that held the Charity Ball .
They went by foot, walking along the mist filled streets to their hotel, reaching their destination with no upsetting incidents. A little surprising considering how the couple were decked out for the evening.
But such is the nature of the ultra--wealthy, they believe their station places them above such lowly deeds, such as being victims of a crime, until it actually happens right under their upturned noses, or when someone makes a statement that jolts them into the realty of such disdainful things occurring…
They entered their room, full of anticipation of the night’s activities that lay ahead of them. A vaise of fresh roses lay on an antique oak table in one corner of the room, next to a bottle of chilled champagne and an assortment of cheese ,shelled nuts and sweet meats. The wife turned to her husband and made a comment, she thought in jest; the crackers offered by the hotel were not the ones she fancied, like the ones at the Ball. Eager, as always, to please his rather innocent bride, the husband offered to dash out right away to the ballroom to see if he could commandeer some of them for her, he promised not to tarry.
He left before she could stop him, she being in the process of removing her wrap; she put it back on and went to the door to hail her husband back. Opening the door she called out down the hall to her departing husband. Immediately she realized her mistake as the man turned, and she let out a little squeal of alarm. It was not her husband, but a stranger in a dapper black suit and sporting a finely trimmed beard. She, clutching her wrap tightly about her, the end of her gown flowing out from beneath the satin cover, she apologized, and he came to her, no problems he said, smiling winningly. She noticed that his jovial eyes were looking her over, as had so seen so many men do that evening, it was a performance that she had gotten used to. Actually, He went on, I missed your door, and he held out an official card identifying himself as an agent of Interpol. We are warning everyone in this hotel about a suspected robbery to occur this evening. She gasped robbery? He went on; I would like to speak to you and your husband when he returns. He may be gone for a bit she informed him, but what do you mean by a robbery?
He motioned for her to step back inside her suite; she did so, her heart still pounding by his mention of a potential robbery. He explained they were after an international jewel thief known as “Le Sheppard” whose trail had led them to a charity ball being held close by the hotel this evening. She gasped again, we were there, a, a jewel thief was there also? Still flabbergasted by his words she closed and automatically locked the door behind him. He explained that he was working with hotel security to inform the guests of the danger of losing their valuables, particularly jewelry, that evening. Other agents were covering the other hotels in the area. It was believed that “Le Sheppard” would strike sometime that evening at one of them, and they wanted to catch him red handed in the act of lifting some pretty lady’s jewels, but did not want to risk him getting away with any.
His job was to suggest that the female guest of the hotel place their jewels either in the room’s private vault, or the hotels main vault that evening for safekeeping. If you wish, I could take your jewels down to the main vault for you, he offered politely, indicating a small pouch at his side that held several leather cases. She gulped, buying into his story, but she bulked at allowing them to be placed in the vault, saying she would feel better if they were locked safely away in her suite. He then told her that the hotel safe was more secure, that even a novice thief would have no trouble sneaking into a suite, than emptying a rooms vault of its valuables. She smiled demurely, he would have to deal with my husband first. Ah, he said, your husband, what an incredibly lucky man he is to have a wife as breathtakingly beautiful as you are.
She actually bought into the man’s eloquent charms, as he inflated her ego by continuing on by telling the lady she looked absolutely stunning in the gown she wore, and had her swirl around so he could admire it from all angles. As she did he caught her, steadying her, didn’t want you to fall young lady. She was sure he was lying, that he was “copping a feel” as her girlfriend’s would say, but strangely she did not care, and even found it rather nice.
He also went on to glowing offer a few remarks on her loveliness, which made her blush even deeper, setting off her gowns color even more so than she did already. And so, with her now putty in his hands, she quite willingly received his advice on locking up her jewels immediately, and graciously accepted offer to help her as she removed her bracelet’s, necklace and rings( except her friendship one) in preparation. Even the clips he had her removed, which she did, shaking her long hair so that it fell down in fetching curls alongside her beaming face. She was feeling very thankful for the charming gentleman’s obvious concern over her losing her jewels to some rotten miscreant.
My husband likes my hair down anyway she had said to him, what do you think, she asked, almost purring, as he accepted this stranger now as a kind friend. But than your beautiful earrings wouldn’t sparkle he said logically. Exactly she answered, giving one of them a flick, I’m glad you see it my way. Definitely, I always like a lady to display her jewels proudly; it’s what I tell my wife he added. Are those screw fastened he asked, lifting up the other earring, watching it sparkle. Yes she said, and began to undo them, the whole set is antique, very old fashioned she admitted, they have been in my husband’s family for generations. My wife won’t wear earrings that fasten that way; too afraid they will slip off, an vanish he said, showing concern. My husband worries also she said confidently, that’s why all of our jewels are insured to the hilt, she admitted in a practical voice.
After all of the shimmering jewelry she was wearing about her person had been removed and piled onto the small antique oak table, he looked her over, up and down. He then suggested removing the rhinestone brooch from her gown, which, when she reached down to her waist to do so, found it was missing, not even a tear was apparent in her fine shiny gown from where it had been dangling . She looked at him, deeply perplexed, he opened his palm, displaying the shimmery brooch, and said that “Le Sheppard” had twice the skill as he had. Still stunned, she watched him produced one of the leather cases from the pouch at his side, compliments of the hotel, he said, opening it up. She smiled winningly as he had her place her jewels carefully inside. All the while she thanked him so much for the hotels concern. Not feeling him take her brooch off of her very person had made her now jittery as to what a real thief could do. He told her to think nothing of it, and with a sharp bow, pointed to her room’s small vault, high in a corner, its steel door set with a combination wheel and metal handle.
She walked over and as she opened the safe he primly turned his back as to not witness the vaults combination. When she had it opened he turned and handed her the case, telling her it was compliments of the hotel. As she took it from him and placed it inside, nestling it amongst several other small black cases, he noticed her friendship ring, that’s very pretty miss, he complimented her. She raised her hand in front of him so he could receive a better view and appreciate the rings fiery brilliance.
He caught her hand, admiring the wickedly sparkling ring. They both admired it, the jewel feverishly exploding with firework like pinpricks of colour. You should place that in the safe also m’lady( she like him calling her that) No worries dear sir, I sleep with this one. He took hold of the ring, “Le Sheppard” is known for his ability to slip off ladies jewelry as she sleeps, especially pretty rings, and remember your brooch? She gave a small gulp as she remembered not even suspecting it had been taken, you right she said, why take chances. She moved it along her finger, but it held snug. I suggest you us a little soap and water, the ring should come right off and we can both sleep better knowing it is securely locked away. She obediently went into the bath and did as he suggested. When she came out he was waiting for her at attention next to the open safe, it appeared that he had not changed his position even the slightest. He pulled out a silk handkerchief and drying the her finger, then took the ring and wrapped it up, then handed it to her and she took it, feeling the rings weight in the wrapped handkerchief, and placed it on top of the case. He closed the vault and spun the combination and tried the door, it held fast. Then with a curt little bow, he let himself out , telling her to lock the door behind him, let no one else in but your husband.
Later when the husband returned she told him about the visitor. He thought that it was very wise for security to warn the guests, and have the ladies lock up all their jewels as a precaution for when the thief struck. Hope the catch the cheeky blighter. Nervy of him to break into peoples rooms as they slept and steal a ladies jewels. Happened to my Grand-mum once, though it was when she was staying at our country manor.
He than opened the vault, saw the new case and the handkerchief, added his silver watch to the pile , closed and relocked it securely.
They slept in late the next morning and it wasn’t until they were getting ready to head out for breakfast that the young wife opened the safe to retrieve her friendship ring that she discovered the silk handkerchief contained, not her valuable ring, but a small walnut from the assortment on the antique stand. Further, looking inside the case he had had her place her evening jewels, she discovered in was empty as were the small back cases that had held some more of her jewellery, not worn out the evening before. The only item of value in the vault was her husband’s silver watch.
The debonair faux detective had left the wife’s luxurious suite, vanishing into the night, with almost £63000 worth of fine jewelry.
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I've been informed that this maybe a UTB 650, built in Romania. Quite how it found its way to a Yorkshire field shall remain a mystery.
Today 9/9/17 chatting to a fellow with a home made fishing rod dangling over the North Pier wall at the gates of the Marine Operations Centre ( honest, he was a joy) , he informed me that dredgers had arrived and have started dredging around the harbour expansion works underway across at Torry.
I have visited this site a few times now though dismissed any activities as only fences and warning signs with road closures existed, however today I could see signs of new breakwaters starting to take shape , hence I have captured a few photos and created a folder to archive the progress of this project that will be complete sometime in 2020.
Regular weekly visits to this site for me going forward, posting only any significant progress shots I take .
Hope to capture the dredgers on video and some really good archive photos of this projects journey between now and 2020.
Newspaper Info
Aberdeen Harbour Expansion Project Approval Announced
Commencement of a £350 million project to expand facilities at Aberdeen Harbour, which was recently granted planning consent in the form of Marine Licenses and a Harbour Revision Order by the Scottish Government, was yesterday sanctioned by Aberdeen Harbour Board. The construction contract with its preferred bidder, Dragados UK is due to be formalised at a signing ceremony today (20th December).
“We are delighted that, after six years of detailed planning and extensive consultation with our many stakeholders and the regulatory authorities, we are now in a position to approve commencement of construction”, stated Colin Parker, Chief Executive of Aberdeen Harbour Board.
Following a detailed engagement process, Aberdeen Harbour Board, in partnership with Dragados UK, a main contractor, will develop facilities over the next three years that will represent a step change in the marine support capabilities in Scotland. These will transform the port’s ability to accommodate the trend for larger vessels we are witnessing across a whole range of industries.
The expansion will afford existing customers the opportunity to diversify and expand their interests, whilst attracting new customers and markets to the port, including up-scaled decommissioning activity, a more significant share of the available cruise vessel fleet and larger more cost-effective commercial vessels”.
Alistair Mackenzie, Chairman of Aberdeen Harbour Board added, “Aberdeen Harbour has been in existence for almost 900 years. Its longevity can be attributed to its ability to adapt to changing trading requirements and being forward-thinking in delivering new and improved facilities to support its customers, while at the same time attracting new business.
This major new chapter in the port’s history continues this approach and underpins the Trust Port ethos of viewing future generations as key stakeholders. We believe that the infrastructure developed in Nigg Bay will encourage and support the continued prosperity of the city and region that the harbour serves and make a significant national economic contribution”.
The development, which is a Scottish Government National Planning Framework (3) Project and is scheduled to be completed by 2020, was welcomed by the Minister for Transport and the Islands, Humza Yousaf, who said: “This is excellent news for Aberdeen and the Scottish maritime industry, as the signing of the construction contract means this nationally significant project can now get underway in earnest.
The significant investment will bring jobs and business to Aberdeen, supporting the local and national economy. The historic harbour will be transformed to accommodate larger vessels, opening up potential new revenue streams and offering customers world-class marine support facilities.
These are exciting times for Aberdeen Harbour. I wish everyone involved in the project every success and I very much look forward to following the expansion as it progresses.”
Dragados UK were named as the Board’s preferred bidder in September this year, and the company announced that they plan to commence construction on site in early 2017.
The new facilities will include 1,400 metres of new quay, with a water depth of up to 10.5 metres and will create an additional 125,000 square metres of lay-down area. An independent study, commissioned by Scottish Enterprise, estimates that the development will generate an additional £1 billion per annum to the economy by 2035, and will create an additional 7,000 equivalent jobs.
Funding arrangements for the project incorporated commercial borrowing from the European Investment Bank, and funding from the Aberdeen City & Region Deal. Support for the project’s feasibility study was also received from Scottish Enterprise and from the 2013 Annual Programme Call of the European Commission’s Trans-European Transport Network (TEN-T) Programme.
Jonathan Taylor, Vice President of the European Investment Bank also commented: “Continued investment at Europe’s leading ports is essential to improve infrastructure and to cater for ever-changing shipping needs. The European Investment Bank is pleased to support the transformational Nigg Bay development that will significantly increase quayside space, allow deep-water access for larger vessels and ensure Aberdeen’s continued strong contribution to the Scottish economy.”
Aberdeen Harbour Expansion Project Approval Announced
LEAH GARCHIK writes in the San Francisco Chronicle: 'I am informed by ADDA DADA , who never misses a party, that the winner of the Hunky Jesus Contest was TWERKING JESUS. And "Why carry your cross when you can ride it?" is what REBECCA ZITO when she spotted a cyclist so accessorized.'
In Wednesday's Leah Garchik column in the San Francisco Chronicle.
www.sfgate.com/entertainment/garchik/article/Dancing-in-t... ............................................................................................SISTER's of PERPETUAL INDULGENCE's 35th Annual HUNKY JESUS & FOXY MARY fun....The best thing about the Sister's show were the Marijuana 4/20 folks who incorrectly wandered into the Sister's party space...They were like "OMG, This is like , OZ, man."
Yes, it was.
Probably because it was the Sister's 35th Anniversary and it was an homage to the Wizard of Oz. The lawn in front of the stage was filled with red-paper poppies. There were several 'Cowardly Lions", many "Glenda the Good Witch", a couple of 'Bad Witches" including one on a bike...a very young 6-year old Judy Garland passing out Giradelli Chocolate, an awesome Scarecrow of indeterminate sex, a few Tin Men (and one obviously Tin Woman), and even a couple of 'munchkins'...yes, real little people. Though, ADDA DADA is happy to report that there were no Flying Monkeys.
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LEAH GARCHIK writes in the San Francisco Chronicle: 'I am informed by ADDA DADA , who never misses a party, that the winner of the Hunky Jesus Contest was TWERKING JESUS. And "Why carry your cross when you can ride it?" is what REBECCA ZITO when she spotted a cyclist so accessorized.'
In Wednesday's Leah Garchik column in the San Francisco Chronicle.
www.sfgate.com/entertainment/garchik/article/Dancing-in-t... ............................................................................................SISTER's of PERPETUAL INDULGENCE's 35th Annual HUNKY JESUS & FOXY MARY fun....The best thing about the Sister's show were the Marijuana 4/20 folks who incorrectly wandered into the Sister's party space...They were like "OMG, This is like , OZ, man."
Yes, it was.
Probably because it was the Sister's 35th Anniversary and it was an homage to the Wizard of Oz. The lawn in front of the stage was filled with red-paper poppies. There were several 'Cowardly Lions", many "Glenda the Good Witch", a couple of 'Bad Witches" including one on a bike...a very young 6-year old Judy Garland passing out Giradelli Chocolate, an awesome Scarecrow of indeterminate sex, a few Tin Men (and one obviously Tin Woman), and even a couple of 'munchkins'...yes, real little people. Though, ADDA DADA is happy to report that there were no Flying Monkeys.
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Having been informed that Bahamas was on Scarborough Spa Express duties this week (thanks Bob!) but who hadn't reckoned on 35018 being dispatched all the way from Carnforth, I decided to photo the recently overhauled Jubilee at the station.
So, it was with suprise and mixed emotions when the Merchant Navy Pacific pulled into view.
Realising I had seen her depart from the Station on the first of the 2018 SSE excursions I quickly decided the long walk back to the car was the only option in order to capture the powerful loco heading out of York.
Rebuilt Southern Railway Merchant Navy Pacific Class 35018 British India Line, in BR livery is seen on Platform 10 before backing onto the coaching stock and passengers awaiting in Holgate sidings, having themselves arrived behind the pair of West Coast Class 37's now berthed in the headshunt behind 35018.
The Ranger informed us that this was the first sightings of African Wild Dogs in six months. (Feb/2002)
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AFRICAN WILD DOG
The African Wild Dog (Lycaon pictus) is a carnivorous mammal of the Canidae family, found only in Africa, especially in scrub savanna and other lightly wooded areas. It is also called the Painted Hunting Dog, African Hunting Dog, the Cape Hunting Dog, the Spotted Dog, or the Painted Wolf in English, Wildehond in Afrikaans, and Mbwa mwitu in Swahili. It is the only species in the genus Lycaon.
Adults typically weigh 17-36 kilograms (37-79 pounds). A tall, lean animal, it stands about 30 inches (75 cm) at the shoulder, with a head and body length averaging about 40 inches (100cm) and a tail of 12 to 18 inches (30-45cm). Animals in southern Africa are generally larger than those in the eastern or western Africa.
African wild dogs have an unusual breeding system. Only one pair of dogs reproduces in a pack; other pack members act cooperatively to care for the young of the breeding pair. It has been said that African wild dogs are the most social of all mammals, never living apart from a pack at any stage in their lives.
They live in tightly knit social groups and hunt in packs, preying primarily on grazing animals such as gazelles, springboks, wildebeest and zebras. Members of a pack vocalize to help coordinate their movements. Its voice is characterized by an unusual chirping or squeaking sound.
While most predators stalk or ambush their prey, the wild dogs make no attempt to hide, they simply approach a herd until it stampedes and then single out an individual and chase it until it's exhausted. The dogs are swift, tireless runners and have been known to chase prey for an hour. During pursuit, they can reach speeds of up to 45 mph.
Nearly 80% of all hunts end in a kill. After a successful hunt, hunters regurgitate meat for those that remained at the den during the hunt, such as the dominant female and the pups. They will also feed other pack members such as the sick, injured or very old that cannot keep up.
Hunting dog packs range over very large areas -- from 600 to more than 1,500 square miles (1,560-3,900 sq km) a year - and even large parks may not provide enough territory to support viable dog populations. There were once about 500,000 African Wild Dogs in 39 countries, and packs of 100 or more were not uncommon. Now there are only about 3,000-5,500 in less than 25 countries. They are primarily found in eastern and southern Africa.
There are two remaining large populations, one associated with the Selous Game Reserve in Tanzania and another population centered in northern Botswana and eastern Namibia. Smaller but apparently secure populations of several hundred individuals are found in Zimbabwe, South Africa (Kruger National Park) and in the Ruaha/Rungwa/Kisigo complex of Tanzania.
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MALA MALA
Mala Mala is the oldest and largest private game reserve in South Africa. One of the first areas of private land to switch from hunting to conservation, it is spread over 33,000 acres (13,500 hectares) of the Mpumalanga Lowveld. The property shares a 12 mile unfenced border with Kruger National Park and contains the longest stretch of the Sand River of any of the Sabi Sand resorts. Its varied habitats - riverine forest, acacia bushveld, and savannah - support a broad selection of wildlife, and provide excellent opportunities for spotting the Big 5 (Buffalo, Elephant, Leopard, Lion & Rhinoceros).
Upon checking in, your game ranger will greet you and accompany you throughout your stay. The rangers, selected for their knowledge of African plant, animal, and bird-life, oversee your personal service. They will be your guide for your twice daily, four-hour game drives, sit with you at meals and impart their knowledge of African wildlife with stories about the individual behavior of animals within the MalaMala reserve.
Game drives are conducted in an open safari vehicle, accompanied by a professional Shangaan tracker. Despite the refined attention to detail, you are immediately aware that you are in Africa and that the unexpected may happen. Breakdowns and stuck vehicles are a hazard of driving through donga and bush, but the staff handles this with aplomb. Radio contact, a large reserve, and excellent guides enhance the probability of seeing the big five. The camp also offers guided bush walks.
'I am informed by ADDA DADA , who never misses a party, that the winner of the Hunky Jesus Contest was TWERKING JESUS. And "Why carry your cross when you can ride it?" is what REBECCA ZITO when she spotted a cyclist so accessorized.'
In Wednesday's Leah Garchik column in the San Francisco Chronicle.
www.sfgate.com/entertainment/garchik/article/Dancing-in-t... ............................................................................................SISTER's of PERPETUAL INDULGENCE's 35th Annual HUNKY JESUS & FOXY MARY fun....The best thing about the Sister's show were the Marijuana 4/20 folks who incorrectly wandered into the Sister's party space...They were like "OMG, This is like , OZ, man."
Yes, it was.
Probably because it was the Sister's 35th Anniversary and it was an homage to the Wizard of Oz. The lawn in front of the stage was filled with red-paper poppies. There were several 'Cowardly Lions", many "Glenda the Good Witch", a couple of 'Bad Witches" including one on a bike...a very young 6-year old Judy Garland passing out Giradelli Chocolate, an awesome Scarecrow of indeterminate sex, a few Tin Men (and one obviously Tin Woman), and even a couple of 'munchkins'...yes, real little people. Though, ADDA DADA is happy to report that there were no Flying Monkeys.
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I'd been reliably informed that Portugal was a bright and sunny country ... however, my own personal black cloud and associated contents regularly tagged along;-) This was Famalicao bus station, the scene of some of the hardest rain I'd ever witnessed in the country, though on this day it was merely damp and drizzly.
In my top five favourite Portuguese operators was Abilio da Costa Moreira, who's business was based in the town. Their fleet, even into the late 1990s was predominantly of AEC manufacture, many of which had undergone re-building and modernising, but all in my experience retained AEC power and appeared in excellent condition. Beyond that, other builder's products too had been AEC re-powered, including a Hino and as above, a UTIC bodied Mack which had gained a vertically mounted '760. Unlike the other Mack which worked in the same geographical region for AMI, Abilio's one retained it's Trilex wheels. Shortly after this picture was taken, this fleet, the equally wonderful neighbouring Joao Carlos Soares and the aforementioned AMI Transportes were the first Portuguese operators purchased by then UK bus group Arriva.
Tonight doctors informed us that they found a compatible kidney for my paternal granny, now they're executing the transplant.
She's waiting this moment for some years and in the meanwhile she started to do the dialysis.
I hope all will be ok, this will be a great Christmas present for her and all the family.
Dec. 20th, 2007
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'I am informed by ADDA DADA , who never misses a party, that the winner of the Hunky Jesus Contest was TWERKING JESUS. And "Why carry your cross when you can ride it?" is what REBECCA ZITO when she spotted a cyclist so accessorized.'
In Wednesday's Leah Garchik column in the San Francisco Chronicle.
www.sfgate.com/entertainment/garchik/article/Dancing-in-t... ............................................................................................SISTER's of PERPETUAL INDULGENCE's 35th Annual HUNKY JESUS & FOXY MARY fun....The best thing about the Sister's show were the Marijuana 4/20 folks who incorrectly wandered into the Sister's party space...They were like "OMG, This is like , OZ, man."
Yes, it was.
Probably because it was the Sister's 35th Anniversary and it was an homage to the Wizard of Oz. The lawn in front of the stage was filled with red-paper poppies. There were several 'Cowardly Lions", many "Glenda the Good Witch", a couple of 'Bad Witches" including one on a bike...a very young 6-year old Judy Garland passing out Giradelli Chocolate, an awesome Scarecrow of indeterminate sex, a few Tin Men (and one obviously Tin Woman), and even a couple of 'munchkins'...yes, real little people. Though, ADDA DADA is happy to report that there were no Flying Monkeys.
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A well informed member of our spotting clan noticed that some diversions were taking place over the Woodhead route on Sundays not long before it was due to close.
So we drove up from Leamington Spa, visited a couple of depots near Sheffield and then took a splendid ride across the pennines.
A quick trip to the depot at Longsight, and we almost missed our train back.
Going east the snow had stopped and the sky was completely blue. In my excitement I'd used up all of my film on the journey west - doh......
Our train is now west of Penistone, the Huddersfield line is carried by the viaduct to the left of centre.
Having been informed that an 07 plate OmniCity was stretching it's legs on the Hopperbus 901, a gratuitous run for all times' sake had to be done!!
515 approaches Showcase Cinema with a 901 to Sutton Bonington via NTU Clifton, with 540 in close pursuit with a 902 to Jubilee Campus via King's Meadow Campus.
A surprise for my little Autumn Collection. (Priddy Minneries)
The black dots could be mould (Helminthosphaeria) which parasites Crested Coral -- more informed opinions welcome.
Great News!!
Today I was informed that I have been selected as one of 50 finalists in the Toronto Waterfront Photography Contest for my photograph "Winter Morning!"
My photograph which will be titled "Winter Morning on Toronto Waterfront" will be included in the My Waterfront Photo Exhibit launching with an Artist Preview Gala on Friday, September 26 2014 and running throughout October at the Queens Quay Terminal. Yep, my photograph will be blown up huge and on exhibit.
I am beyond thrilled my photo was chosen from among the hundreds of brilliant entries ;-)
LEAH GARCHIK writes in the San Francisco Chronicle: 'I am informed by ADDA DADA , who never misses a party, that the winner of the Hunky Jesus Contest was TWERKING JESUS. And "Why carry your cross when you can ride it?" is what REBECCA ZITO when she spotted a cyclist so accessorized.'
In Wednesday's Leah Garchik column in the San Francisco Chronicle.
www.sfgate.com/entertainment/garchik/article/Dancing-in-t... ............................................................................................SISTER's of PERPETUAL INDULGENCE's 35th Annual HUNKY JESUS & FOXY MARY fun....The best thing about the Sister's show were the Marijuana 4/20 folks who incorrectly wandered into the Sister's party space...They were like "OMG, This is like , OZ, man."
Yes, it was.
Probably because it was the Sister's 35th Anniversary and it was an homage to the Wizard of Oz. The lawn in front of the stage was filled with red-paper poppies. There were several 'Cowardly Lions", many "Glenda the Good Witch", a couple of 'Bad Witches" including one on a bike...a very young 6-year old Judy Garland passing out Giradelli Chocolate, an awesome Scarecrow of indeterminate sex, a few Tin Men (and one obviously Tin Woman), and even a couple of 'munchkins'...yes, real little people. Though, ADDA DADA is happy to report that there were no Flying Monkeys.
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LEAH GARCHIK writes in the San Francisco Chronicle: 'I am informed by ADDA DADA , who never misses a party, that the winner of the Hunky Jesus Contest was TWERKING JESUS. And "Why carry your cross when you can ride it?" is what REBECCA ZITO when she spotted a cyclist so accessorized.'
In Wednesday's Leah Garchik column in the San Francisco Chronicle.
www.sfgate.com/entertainment/garchik/article/Dancing-in-t... ............................................................................................SISTER's of PERPETUAL INDULGENCE's 35th Annual HUNKY JESUS & FOXY MARY fun....The best thing about the Sister's show were the Marijuana 4/20 folks who incorrectly wandered into the Sister's party space...They were like "OMG, This is like , OZ, man."
Yes, it was.
Probably because it was the Sister's 35th Anniversary and it was an homage to the Wizard of Oz. The lawn in front of the stage was filled with red-paper poppies. There were several 'Cowardly Lions", many "Glenda the Good Witch", a couple of 'Bad Witches" including one on a bike...a very young 6-year old Judy Garland passing out Giradelli Chocolate, an awesome Scarecrow of indeterminate sex, a few Tin Men (and one obviously Tin Woman), and even a couple of 'munchkins'...yes, real little people. Though, ADDA DADA is happy to report that there were no Flying Monkeys.
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I was informed today that I need a cowgirl name before the next Nerd Night. As I had no clue what I wanted to do for my 365, I decided to take a pic and ask my peeps to give me a name. (You're not really supposed to name yourself after all).
I am off to round up some dinner. Do me proud Flickr peeps.