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It is a former estate garden featuring annuals, roses and wildflowers and an extensive rockery. It is located on Wilket Creek, one of the tributaries of the Don River West Branch. The estate's title was once held by Alexander Milne, a Scottish weaver who settled here after the War of 1812 and left in 1832. The land and the woolen/saw mills was obtained by Rupert E. Edwards in 1944 and created his country home. Edwards home was left in neglect and was purchased by the Municipality of Metro Toronto in 1955 and became Edwards Gardens in 1956.
"Tokyo is Yours" graffiti on billboards in Harajuku in March of 2014. Looks like they started to clean this one, but it didn't work. Came back a couple of days later and the tags were all gone but the billboards were still there.
Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower.
Albert Camus
L'autunno è una seconda primavera quando ogni foglia è un fiore.
Albert Camus
Jupiter-11 (1:4/135)
The Jupiter lenses perform astonishingly well, even on the 36MP A7r! Biggest advantages of this tele are it's character and it's compact size and weight. (102x47mm and an amazing 277gr).
The Jupiter-11 is build according to a pre war Zeiss design.
This is a faint nebula in Orion, not far from Bellatrix. I've decided to try for some of the less familiar objects and this one has take three separate nights to gather enough data to get a worthwhile image. This is a stack of tweny-one ten-minute subframes in H Alpha.
Peter
Today is my 12th Trannyversary… the day when I celebrate the anniversary of the first time I ever fully dressed up in 2011 and became Penny.
The pic on the right is from 10 years ago, and was when I finally found the look I wanted for myself after dressing up for a couple of years. I kept pretty much the same look until two years ago when I had a revamp and went blonde, changed my eye makeup, and did my lips differently.
Living in the sunshine for three and a half years has made me way more tanned now… I didn’t realize how pasty white I used to be!
Holcomb is about halfway between Rockford and Rochelle in Northern Illinois. At one time it was a busier place with the Chicago Burlington & Quincy, Milwaukee Road and Chicago Great Western trains going through town with grain elevators and a train station. The Milwaukee Road had trackage rights over the CB&Q.
The CGW line through Holcomb was abandoned by the C&NW ages ago while the former CB&Q line shown in the picture is not officially abandoned yet but it is out of service from Davis Junction to Flagg Center since the diamond was removed at DJ that allowed it to cross the CPKC Chicago Subdivison.
Illinois Railway retained this line south of DJ as business dried up for car storage and to swap out engines for FRA inspections and repairs via the BNSF at Flagg Center. The last known customer in Holcomb was an operation that loaded logs onto freight cars provided by IR.
In 2024 IR built a new inspection pit in downtown Rockford at the old CB&Q yard making it unnecessary to go all the way past DJ. IR filed to abandoned the line south of DJ in 2019 but did not act on it at the time.
Is it my imagination or is there a certain ‘sameness’ about much college campus sculptures.
Last year I spent three days in Cork and it rained most of the time and I had to abandon my plans to photograph the University campus because the rain got so heavy that I ended up photographing raindrops. This year I decided to spend five days in the city assuming that that it was unlikely that it would rain for five days without stop.
As you may have guessed, it did rain every day but as there were many extended dry spells the weather did not impact on my photography. I did, however, have have a problem with dust on my sensor. I discovered that there was a large object attached to the sensor and I was unable to remove it but it only obvious under certain conditions. Further investigation leads me to believe that the debris was there since my visit to Belfast.
Previous years I walked from location I walked from location to location but this year I used the bus service which I found to be good. I got a lot advice from the bus drivers as to what I should photograph and how best to get to the locations in question.
Cease Fire 134 is a former U.S. Army M548 Tracked Cargo Carrier now used by the U.S. Forest Service for firefighting. It is seen here loaded on a Ford L8000 truck that is operated under contract as a Forest Service fire emergency vehicle. These former military vehicles perform a variety of firefighting and support tasks for the Forest Service. They can be equipped with both fire-retardants applicators and a specially built flame-thrower to start back fires. They also transport water, fuel and other items to re-supply firefighters and bull dozer / tractor units. They are lightweight, all aluminum, fully tracked vehicles that can traverse rough terrain that would defeat other modes of transportation. Rubber pads allow it to travel safely on paved roads without causing damage, while not affecting its off-road capabilities. The vehilce can even float with the aid of an available kit, and even without, can run comfortably through up to four feet of water. The cab and cargo area are protected from brush and falling trees by roll bars and heavy mesh screens.
The mandarin duck (Aix galericulata) is a perching duck species native to the East Palearctic. It is sexually dimorphic - the males are elaborately coloured, while the females have more subdued colors. It is a medium-sized duck, at 41–49 cm (16–19 in) long with a 65–75 cm (26–30 in) wingspan. It is closely related to the North American wood duck, the only other member of the genus Aix. 'Aix' is an Ancient Greek word which was used by Aristotle to refer to an unknown diving bird, and 'galericulata' is the Latin for a wig, derived from galerum, a cap or bonnet. Outside of its native range, the mandarin duck has a large introduced population in the British Isles and Western Europe, with additional smaller introductions in North America.
Taxonomy
The mandarin duck was described and illustrated in 1727 by the German explorer Engelbert Kaempfer in his The History of Japan. He wrote: "Of Ducks also there are several differing kinds, and as tame as the Geese. One kind particularly I cannot forbear mentioning, because of the surprizing beauty of its male, call'd Kinmodsui, which is so great, that being shew'd its picture in colours, I could hardly believe my own Eyes, till I saw the Bird it self, it being a very common one." In 1747 the English naturalist George Edwards included an illustration and a description of the species in the second volume of his A Natural History of Uncommon Birds. He used the English name "The Chinese teal". He based his hand-coloured etching on a live specimen kept by the merchant Matthew Decker on his estate at Richmond in Surrey. Decker was a director of the East India Company. When in 1758 the Swedish naturalist Carl Linnaeus updated his Systema Naturae for the tenth edition, he placed the mandarin duck with the ducks and geese in the genus Anas. Linnaeus included a brief description, coined the binomial name Anas galericulata and cited the earlier publications. The mandarin duck is now placed together with the wood duck in the genus Aix that was introduced in 1828 by the German ornithologist Friedrich Boie. The species is monotypic: no subspecies are recognised. The genus name is the Ancient Greek word for an unknown diving bird mentioned by Aristotle. The specific epithet is from Latin galericulatum meaning a "peruke" or "wig".
Description
The mandarin duck is among the more diminutive types of waterfowl, with a shorter height and smaller overall body size than the dabbling ducks, and is slightly smaller than its American wood duck relatives. The adult male has a petite, red bill, large white crescent above the eye and reddish face and "whiskers". The male's breast is purple with two vertical white bars, the flanks ruddy, and he has two orange feathers at the back (large feathers that stick up similar to boat sails). The female is similar to the female wood duck, with a grayish-lavender tone to her plumage, and a white eye-ring and stripe running back from the eye. The female is paler on the underside, has a small white flank stripe, and a pale tip to its bill.
Both the males and females have crests, but the purple crest is more pronounced on the male.
Drake in eclipse plumage
Like many other species of ducks, the male undergoes a moult after the mating season into eclipse plumage. When in eclipse plumage, the male looks similar to the female but can be distinguished by its bright yellow-orange or red beak, lack of any crest, and a less-pronounced eye-stripe.
Mandarin ducklings are almost identical in appearance to wood ducklings, and very similar to mallard ducklings. The ducklings can be distinguished from mallard ducklings because the eye-stripe of mandarin ducklings (and wood ducklings) stops at the eye, while in mallard ducklings it reaches all the way to the bill.[citation needed]
It’s not an exaggeration to say that Tso Kar is the best place to see Kiangs. This shot was taken from our car. A herd of about 50 were running by the side of our car. It was a spectacular sight and a lifetime experience! As we stopped our car they settled to a distant place.
The smallest of the three high altitude lakes in Ladakh , Tso Kar is known for its scenic beauty and the wide variety of wildlife it supports. It is a fluctuating salt lake of Oligotropic type, situated in the Rupshu Plateau and valley in the southern part of Ladakh . It has one primary inflow (Pholokongka Chu) and no primary outflow. It is named Tso Kar or the ‘White Lake’ due to the immense amount of salts and borax that get deposited on the banks of the lake. It is the highest brackish water lake in India. Surrounded with mountains, the lake is a sight to watch and wonder. Very few people come to visit this lake unlike Pangong Tso and Tso Moriri.
The Tso Kar is connected by an inlet stream at its south-west end to a small lake, Startsapuk Tso, and together they form the 9 km2 More plains pool, which is dominated by the peaks of two mountains, Thugje (6050 m) and Gursan (6370 m). From the geology of the More Plains, it can be concluded that the Tso Kar in historical times ranged up to this high valley. Until a few years ago the lake was an important source of salt, which the Changpa nomads used to export to Tibet. The nomadic settlement of Thugje is located 3 km in the north. There is a tented camp on the west bank of the lake which provides accommodation for tourists. Due to the high altitude, the climate is extreme in the winter; temperatures below -40 °C are not uncommon.
It is about 250 km southeast of Leh and around 50 km from Tso Moriri.
Max length- 7.5 km
max width- 2.3 km
Surface elevation- 14,860ft.
The marshlands surrounding the lake supports an amazing array of bird lives. The common birds that are seen are Brahminy ducks, bar headed geese, great crested grebe, brown-headed gulls, and some strip geese, rust geese, Tibetan grouse and terns.
The main attraction, however, is the black necked crane. The black necked cranes, known for their fidelity, come to Tso Kar for laying eggs. The sight of the bird, with a wingspan of almost 8 ft, taking off is an amazing sight to witness against the backdrop of green or golden meadows and the mountains.
Tso Kar also sustains other wildlife too. The most common mammals here are the Kiangs (the largest of the wild asses). It’s not an exaggeration to say that Tso Kar is the best place to see Kiangs.
The nomads that inhabit the nearby regions make a living from collecting the salt from the banks of the lake and selling it to surrounding regions.
BEST PLACES TO STAY IN TSO KAR LAKE
Tso Kar has the option of night camping although the number of tents isn’t large. But it would be better to make a booking in Leh just to be safe. The tents are on the west end of the lake near the Manali-Leh road about three km from the lake.
Accommodation options are easily available at Leh. There are a number of hotels to suit almost every pocket or preference.
BEST PLACES TO EAT IN TSO KAR LAKE
Food is available in the tents that are set about three km from the lake. The food there is very basic and there are no other shops so to be safe carry some packed food with you.
BEST TIME TO VISIT TSO KAR.
The best time to visit Tso Kar Lake is from May to June. During Jun -July the meadows remain green. From mid-September to end of October they turn golden.
this is not one of my best shots. in fact it's pretty hard to capture this handheld..this was taken at...i dunno 35-40 mph??...on shaky coaster twisting and turning...what is amazing about this shot isn't that I shot it at a ridiculous ISO, or that I set the lens to manual at infinity..or that I said "screw it! i'm going manual" with the aperture and shutter.
no...it's the fact that i actually got it!
The IS-2 ("Iosef Stalin"), with its 122mm gun, was an unpleasant surprise for the Germans.
Produced from October, 1943, through June, 1945, with a total of 3,483 units built.
The IS-2 and IS-1 heavy tanks were designed with thick armour to counter the German 88 mm guns,
and carried a main gun that was capable of defeating the German Tiger and Panther tanks. It was
mainly a breakthrough tank, firing a heavy high-explosive shell that was useful against entrenchments
and bunkers. The IS-2 was put into service in April 1944, and was used as a spearhead in the
Battle of Berlin by the Red Army in the final stage of the war.
(sources: Wikipedia; World of Tanks Wiki)
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Here we go, my first Soviet tanko of WW2, but I sure hope it won't be the last ;)
Started this project a long time ago, but put it to hold (because I could not find a good solution for the front) until I saw Stijn's solution on his WIP photo
Than the building started and 2 weeks later, I had a finished Josef stalin 2 tank in front of me.
I hope that you like it!
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Today is 15 April 2019 - such unfortunate news from Paris, France. Historic Notre Dame Cathedral has been heavily damaged by a devastating fire today. Such an icon for that city/country, and so beautiful.
I am finding it so difficult to tell which Terns are Royal Terns and which are Caspian Terns! I know I saw both species, and I think I have a photo of each kind.
Tonight, I have added another 9 photos, again from Day 3 of our 13-day birding trip to South Texas, 19-31 March 2019. This was our second full day there, a day on a tiny boat, called Lady Lori, watching Whooping Cranes and other species. Having posted so many images from basically our first full day, I rather think I will have to be somewhat more 'disciplined" in my choices, or I will never finish : ) Mind you, I had a quick look through Day 3 photos last night, and discovered that a good many of them, especially of the Whooping Cranes, are very blurry - one disadvantage of taking photos from a little boat that is bobbing up and down. Thankfully, enough of them seem to be sufficiently sharp.
The previous morning, Day 2 of our holiday, 20 March 2019, after our drive to The Big Tree and then along the Lamar Beach Road area, we went to the Connie Hagar Cottage Sanctuary. This is a small, 6.25 acre nature sanctuary that exists in Rockport itself. Such a peaceful place to wander, watching for plants and butterflies as well as birds. There is a small pond, where we watched a young White Ibis, a Great Egret and a Snowy Egret all feeding together. Lovely to see their reflections in the water, too. A couple of nights ago, I was Googling and came across an article from 19 March 2019, telling about a group of students who chose to spend their Spring Break week helping to tidy the Sanctuary. Good for them!
After spending some time at this Sanctuary, we went to the Aransas First Cove Harbor Wetlands Sanctuary, followed by eventually finding the Newbury Park Hummingbird Garden. This was definitely not what we were expecting - just a small area of grass and trees with picnic tables. However, we did see a beautiful Pipevine Swallowtail butterfly and a small, purple Winecup flower. Afterwards, a repeat drive along Cape Velero Drive and area turned up some nice birds, too.
Day 3 was a very different kind of day, spent on board a small boat with just my four friends (and the captain/guide) on board. This private tour was arranged in Calgary beforehand. I would definitely recommend this trip to anyone!
Aransas Bay Birding Charters:
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It was a very early start to the day, before sunrise, as we had a lot of water to cross in order to reach the area where the Whooping Cranes were. When we first arrived at the location, the Cranes were either asleep or just beginning their morning preening session, before becoming active. Too dark to get any decent shots of them in the dark, though I did post one yesterday morning. The sunset was absolutely gorgeous! I couldn't make up my mind which one or two photos to post yesterday, so I ended up adding a number of them.
After a while, the Whooping Cranes starting slowly walking and eventually took flight. A bit later in the day, we came across three of them, in the sunshine, busily feeding. This little family consisted of Mom, Dad and junior (their colt). Junior was hungry and eventually, Dad found a crab, which the colt was determined to snatch and eat. Dad was wearing a numbered leg band on one leg; on the other leg was a tracking device. A delightful family group, that was so fascinating to watch from the boat. My photos taken of these three are nicer that the ones I've just posted.
As well as seeing these amazing, endangered Cranes, Lori found all sorts of other bird species for us, including a pair of Oystercatchers (female was on a nest), Whimbrel, Long-billed Curlew, Belted Kingfisher, Pelicans, Great Blue Herons, Royal Terns, Caspian Terns, Ruddy Turnstone, Skimmers, and Cormorants, to name just some of them. One area, which was a rookery, had been badly destroyed by Hurricane Harvey, Wooden nesting platforms have been built to replace most of the original nests, and it was great to see Herons nesting on them.
Oh, and I forgot to mention that we saw a family of three Dolphins, too.
Spain is stepping up security throughout its Mediterranean coastline, with armed patrols and drones being rolled out to protect the millions of holiday-makers who will flock to its beaches over the next month. More you can find on the Canarian Weekly page:
Gateforth is a charming village and civil parish located in North Yorkshire, England. It lies approximately 4 miles southwest of Selby and 20 miles east of Leeds. The village is steeped in history, having been part of the West Riding of Yorkshire until 1974.
One of its notable landmarks is Gateforth Hall, a Grade II* listed building constructed in 1812 by Sir Humphrey Brooke Osbaldeston, a prominent local landowner and sheriff of York. Over the years, the hall has served various purposes, including as a tuberculosis hospital and a restaurant1. Other listed features on the estate include a ha-ha and a coach house.
The village is surrounded by farmland and has a population of 240, according to the 2011 census.
he makes me lie down in green pastures,
he leads me beside quiet waters,
he restores my soul.
- psalm 23:1-3
he is overwhelming, ever-loving... he gave it all so that he could be with me. he forgives me time and time again when i walk away, always waiting with open arms for me to run back to him. when i am tired, he holds me. when my heart is breaking, he cries with me. when i am laughing, he feels the joy a million times more than i do. he is not the disinterested clock-winder; he is the present God who always leads me. his love is relentless.
& it really makes me wonder...
if i truly believe in all that,
how come i don't act like it?
This is an older capture of Fynn which was taken in December when we also had snow like we do today. But at the moment I can't let Fynn go outside because he is too sick. After three days in a veterinary clinic I took him home yesterday afternoon. He was very happy to be home and to see his brother Luan again. The inflammation in his mouth and throat looks better and he seems to be able to swallow without any problem but I still have to give him his food with a syringe to make sure that he eats enough. Most of the time he seems to have less problems to breath through the nose although the nose is still far from being free and he produces a loud respiratory noise. One side of his nose is swollen and sore and therefore difficult to clean. In spite of his persisting health problems, Fynn was quite playful yesterday but he tires easily and needs a lot of sleep. I hope that he will not suffer any severe relapse now that he is home and doesn't receive any more infusions. We desperately need some more progress. The vets keep telling me that the prognosis is uncertain and that he has a long way to go. I will have to take him to the clinic again tomorrow afternoon for a checkup, hoping that he will not have to stay there again.
This is one of my older designs that I just rendered in Studio 2.0. My aim was to build a spaceship entirely from elements available in the late 1980s Blacktron era, but in a different style from the official sets that were available during that time. This kind of approach - without modern curved pieces - works for Blacktron because the angular and jagged appearance makes all their spacecraft look appropriately menacing (notwithstanding the adorable surface rover that the spaceman can deploy upon landing).
All the wealth of the world cannot weight out the undeniable, priceless value of Love....
Love cannot be faked, like objects can be.
This is a cheap set of white porcelain, with "golden" details, bought for a very low ammount of money.
I do love a feeling of luxury and as I sometimes miss the lovely, fine Bavarian porcelain sets of my family back in Greece I grew up with, I run to one of the local shops and got these a couple of weeks ago.
I can live with fake porcelain, but I could not live with fake Love.
Love is trully golden.
Look for the true values in life.
Ilfracombe is a seaside resort and civil parish on the North Devon coast, England with a small harbour, surrounded by cliffs.
The parish stretches along the coast from the 'Coastguard Cottages' in Hele Bay toward the east and 4 miles along the Torrs to Lee Bay toward the west. The resort is hilly and the highest point within the parish boundary is at 'Hore Down Gate', 2 miles inland and 860 feet (270 m) above sea level.
The landmark of Hillsborough Hill dominates the harbour and is the site of an Iron Age fortified settlement. In the built environment, the architectural-award-winning Landmark Theatre is either loved or hated for its unusual double-conical design. The 13th century parish church, Trinity, and the St Nicholas's Chapel (a lighthouse) on Lantern Hill, have been joined by the Damien Hirst owned statue, Verity, as points of interest.
This picture is #53 in my 3rd round of the 100 strangers project. Find out more about the project and see pictures taken by other photographers at the 100 Strangers Flickr Group page
Still on the hunt for sharp, suited people, I was walking past the entrance to the DLR station when I saw Florian here walking at pace towards the entrance. He had such style, I had to ask though I really didn't expect him to even stop. But stop he did, and be moved over to this wall and struck a pose for me just how I asked him to. Once I had the shot, he was off, I barely had time to give him a card. He sounded Swiss but I can't be sure but I'm really grateful to him for giving me the time to get this, my first street style shot in a while.
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Gloucester, Massachusetts is America's oldest seaport, dating back to the early 1600s.
Gloucester Fisherman's Memorial (also known as: "Man at the Wheel" ) is a historic memorial in Gloucester, Massachusetts, built in 1925. It is an 8-foot-tall (2.4 m), bronze statue of a fisherman dressed in oilskins standing braced at the wheel on the sloping deck of his ship. It is positioned so that the fisherman is looking out over Gloucester Harbor.
A recessed panel on the harbor-facing side of the base holds an inscription of bronze letters which reads: "They That Go Down To The Sea In Ships 1623-1923". Plaques surround the statue with the names of fisherman from past to present have died at sea.
Hard work. Respect.
This is another shot from a sunrise on top of Grassy Ridge back in October. This was taken shortly after the sun had risen and there were a few minutes where the light and fog created this moody scene. Something about the mood of this photo keeps bringing me back to that morning, so I wanted to share it with all of you.
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Clevedon is a town and civil parish in the unitary authority of North Somerset, which covers part of the ceremonial county of Somerset, England.
The town is situated amongst a group of small hills including Church Hill, Wain's Hill (which is topped by the remains of an Iron Age hill fort), Dial Hill, Strawberry Hill, Castle Hill, Hangstone Hill and Court Hill which is a Site of Special Scientific Interest along the Severn estuary. Clevedon was mentioned in the Domesday Book but grew in the Victorian era when it became a popular seaside resort.
Nemesia (plant)
Nemesia is a genus of annuals, perennials and sub-shrubs which are native to sandy coasts or disturbed ground[2] in South Africa. Numerous hybrids have been selected, and the annual cultivars are popular with gardeners as bedding plants.[3] In temperate regions they are usually treated as half-hardy, grown from seed in heat, and planted out after all danger of frost has passed.
The flowers are two-lipped, with the upper lip consisting of four lobes and the lower lip two lobes.[2]
The following cultivars have gained the Royal Horticultural Society's Award of Garden Merit:-[4]
Blue Cloud = 'Penblue'[5]
'Innocence'[6]
Melanie = 'Fleuron'[7]
Nemesia denticulata[8]
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nemesia_(plant)
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Nemesia ‘Lilacberry’
Nemesia ‘Lilacberry’ will provide a prolific display of soft lilac flowers from early spring. The sheer mass of the flowers is quite breath-taking and the flowers are distinctively bigger than older varieties. Nemesias in the ‘Berry Delight’ collection are also fragrant.
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A Ghost's Attempt. We can't be visible coz we are shy! but sometimes we dare! and thats one of it!
Be ready for next part!
Ist Part here : www.flickr.com/photos/san_shad/3989790571/
Is there anything more peaceful than sitting and watching a waterfall? It may be hard to believe, but this is also the site of some tragic events.Photographed at Wahconnah Falls in Dalton, Massachusetts.
Cavendish Mews is a smart set of flats in Mayfair where flapper and modern woman, the Honourable Lettice Chetwynd has set up home after coming of age and gaining her allowance. To supplement her already generous allowance, and to break away from dependence upon her family, Lettice has established herself as a society interior designer, so her flat is decorated with a mixture of elegant antique Georgian pieces and modern Art Deco furnishings, using it as a showroom for what she can offer to her well heeled clients.
Today however we are following Lettice’s maid, Edith, who together with her beau, local grocery delivery boy Frank Leadbetter, have wended their way north-east from Cavendish Mews on their Sunday off, through neighbouring Soho to the Lyons Corner House* on the corner of Oxford Street and Tottenham Court Road. As always, the flagship restaurant on the first floor is a hive of activity with all the white linen covered tables occupied by Londoners indulging in the treat of a Lyon’s luncheon or early afternoon tea. Between the tightly packed tables, the Lyons waitresses, known as Nippies**, live up to their name and nip in and out, showing diners to empty tables, taking orders, placing food on tables and clearing and resetting them after diners have left. The cavernous space with its fashionable Art Deco wallpapers and light fixtures and dark Queen Anne English style furnishing is alive with colour, movement and the burbling noises of hundreds of chattering voices, the sound of cutlery against crockery and the clink of crockery and glassware fills the air brightly.
Amidst all the comings and goings, Edith and Frank sit at a table for two just adjunct to one of the glass fronted cabinets filled with delicious cakes on display, engrossed in a conversation over the film that they have just seen together in an East Ham cinema.
“Oh I did enjoy ‘The Notorious Mrs. Carrick’***, Frank.” Edith enthuses. “That Cameron Carr**** is such a handsome film star!” she sighs.
“Hey!” splutters Frank as he deposits his teacup back into its saucer. “I would hope you only have eyes for me, Edith Watsford, and not some flicker of light up on a screen at the Premier in East Ham*****.”
“Are you jealous, Frank Leadbetter?” Edith laughs, her amused giggles blending in with the vociferous chatting going on around them.
“Certainly not!” Frank retorts blusteringly, stiffening in his seat. “Don’t talk such rubbish!”
“I declare, you are!” Edith giggles.
“Am not!”
“You are, Frank, and don’t pretend you aren’t.” she teases. “I can tell when you are, and your flushing cheeks give you away.”
“Oh really?” Frank gasps, raising his hands to his cheeks and pressing his palms into them to hide the rising colour in his face.
“Oh Frank!” Edith continues to chuckle. “You know you have nothing to worry about. Those film stars are just matinee idols******. They aren’t flesh and blood like you are. They are…” She pauses for a moment to think of the right words. “They are creatures made of stardust and dreams.” She gesticulates waving her hands elegantly through the air between them. “They aren’t real. I’m just like most girls, Frank. I like the moving pictures for their fantasy and their escapism into another world, far away from the hand graft of our everyday lives.”
“Well, so long as you don’t become like those crazy girls who scream hysterically in the street about that Rudolph Valentino*******, making a scene, and fools of themselves.” Franks says with distain.
“As if I would, Frank!” Edith retorts, lifting her cup of tea to her lips. “You know me well enough to know I’d never do anything like that! If anything, Miss Lettice or some of her flapper friends strike me as being more inclined to behave like that, and even then Miss Lettice would only do it just to shock her parents.”
“Well, she does influence you,” Frank replies sagely. “Even if you don’t know it.”
“Oh, don’t talk such rubbish, Frank.” Edith scoffs with a wave of her hand. “It is true that I admire Miss Lettice - it makes it easier to work for her that I do – but I would never let her influence me like that! She already tries to fill my head with ideas about my place in this new post-war world, but I’m not prepared to be quite as revolutionary as she would have me be.”
Their conversation is interrupted by a Nippie carrying a blue and white china plate on which some dainty triangle sandwiches are prettily arranged and garnished with parsley sprigs. “Tongue and jelly sandwiches********.” she announces cheerily over the hubbub of chatter around them before lowing the plate onto the empty space on the white linen covered tablecloth between their plates and teacups.
“Thank you, Miss.” Edith says politely to the Nippie, who’s grateful smile brightens her slightly tired looking visage beneath her stiff linen cap. After the Nippie leaves, Edith turns her attention back to Frank and adds, “I was always taught that ‘pleases’ and ‘thank yous’ go a long way, in this world, and that you should always thank anyone who is serving you, whether it is a shop girl, or a Nippie.” She slips her starched linen napkin out from underneath her knife and shakes it out before draping it across her lap. “And my Mum taught me that by the way, not Miss Lettice.” she continues, as she makes a selection from the sandwiches on the plate, removing the top one from the stack.
“Well, I’m glad to hear it, Edith.” Frank says as he shakes out his own napkin and places it across his lap before selecting a sandwich for himself. “I’ve always admired you for your manners and how polite and kind you are to others. Your mother taught you well.”
“And your parents and grandmother taught you well… Francis.” Edith adds Frank’s proper name at the end of the sentence cheekily, teasing him.
“I wish Gran had never let that slip.” Frank mutters begrudgingly. “I’m Frank now. No-one at the trades union will take me seriously if I’m called Francis.”
“Oh, I’m only teasing, Frank.” Edith reaches out her right hand and grasps his left as it rests on the tablecloth next to his plate. She smiles in an assuring way towards Frank.
Edith takes a bite of her sandwich, enjoying the soft white bread and the spiced meat as she rolls it around her mouth, and sighs contentedly.
“Oh, and thinking of the trade unions, there’s something I wanted to talk to you about, Edith.” Frank remarks as he chews on a mouthful his sandwich.
Edith swallows her mouthful of sandwich hard and picks up her teacup. Sipping her tea she remarks, “That sounds very serious, Frank.”
Frank looks earnestly at Edith. “Well, I suppose it is, Edith.”
Replacing her cup into its saucer, Edith smiles sweetly at Frank. “What is it then, Frank?”
Frank reaches inside the inner breast pocket of his tweed jacket and withdraws an advertising leaflet. Slightly dogeared, he hands it over the table to Edith.
“What’s this then?” She glances at the colourful brochure. On its cover is a stylised drawing of a Tutorbethan style********* two storey house with a tiled pitched roof set amidst an idyllic and lush English cottage garden. “Metro-Land, price twopence.” she reads the golden yellow wording on a dark brown background in a vignette at the bottom of the booklet.
“How would you like to live there, Edith?” Frank asks, his voice breathy with excitement.
Edith looks up from the brochure with wide and startled eyes. “Have you broken the bank at Monte Carlo********** Frank?” she laughs. “We couldn’t afford to live in a house like this, even with my extra four shillings a month as part of our combined wages! I won’t be earning a proper wage after we get married*********** don’t forget, Frank.” she cautions. “Where is this anyway?” She flicks the pamphlet open. “Chalk Hill Estate.”
“For around five shillings a week, we could rent a nice little two-up two-down************ semi************* just like that, in the Chalk Hill Estate: maybe a little bit more if we want one that’s furnished.”
“You’re dreaming, Frank. We can’t afford this.” she scoffs as she runs her hand over the brightly coloured cover. “This is for the aspiring middle-classes, not for the likes of us.”
“Ah, but that’s where your reckoning is wrong, Edith.” Frank replies, picking up his cup and taking a sip of his milky tea. “You see, when I was at the trades union meeting the other week, I met up with my friend Richard, and well, he told me that there might be an opening or two in one of the new grocers shops being built in places like the Chalk Hill, Grange and Cedars Estates for an assistant manager position, which would lead eventually to a position where I’d be running my own corner grocer. Even as an assistant manager, I’d be earning a decent wage: we might be lower middle-class dare I suggest it.” Frank smiles proudly. “Richard gave me that pamphlet.”
“So where are these Metroland************** estates then, Frank?”
“Well, they are these new London suburbs being built north-west of London: Buckinghamshire, Hertfordshire, Middlesex.”
“Buckinghamshire?” Edith splutters, nearly choking on the mouthful of tea she has just drunk. “But that’s where Miss Lettice’s married sister lives! That’s miles away! It’s the country!”
“Well not any more it isn’t Edith.” Frank assures her. “It’s all being subdivided now and served by the Metropolitan Railway. They are the ones who are developing it.”
“But I don’t want to move to Buckinghamshire, Frank!”
“It’s not so bad, Edith. The Chalk Hill, Grange and Cedars Estates are all being built along the railway line not too far from Wembley Park, so you’d be able to visit your parents easily, and they’d be able to come and visit us too. In fact, you’d be closer to them than you are at Cavendish Mews. We’d live in a nice little house behind the shop, with all the mod-cons like indoor plumbing and electricity, just like Miss Lettice’s flat at Cavendish Mews.”
“That all sounds splendid, Frank, but the country!”
“They aren’t the country. They are called the ‘new suburbs’. Anyway, don’t forget that Harlesden was once a country area too. You’ve heard your mother tell stories about how she and your grandparents lived on a farm when she was growing up.”
Edith contemplates what Frank says for a moment. “Well, I think they might have lived a bit further out than Harlesden, then Frank.”
“But even so, Edith, Harlesden was a rural area once. Anyway, if I were running a corner grocer, or even being an assistant manager of one to begin with, we would be right in the heart of the shopping strip, so you wouldn’t be far from anything.”
“I remember what Queenie told Hilda and I about life in a country village, and I saw it for myself,” Edith tempers, remembering the trip that she and her best friend took to visit their friend and fellow housemaid, Queenie, in Alderley Edge in Cheshire. “Everyone there knows everyone else’s business, and the ladies there were all horribly snobbish and mean to Queenie, and were equally snobbish to Hilda and I once they knew that we were maids – not that there’s anything wrong with being a humble domestic.”
“Of course there isn’t, Edith. However, Alderley Edge is different to one of these estates, Edith.” Frank assures her.
“I don’t see how, Frank.”
“Well, Alderley Edge was a village and an old one at that, and Cheshire has some very fancy people living in it. These estates like Chalk Hill,” He points to the leaflet hanging limply in Edith’s hand. “Are new. There are no existing big families with fancy titles and histories and all that. There’s no pecking order. It would be made up of working people – yes, many middle-class families looking to solve their housing problems, but aspiring working people like us, too. It would be far more…” He thinks for a moment. “Egalitarian.”
“And what does that mean, Frank?” Edith spits.
“Well, it’s a belief, a belief based on the principle that all people are equal and deserve equal rights and opportunities.”
“Hhhmmm…” Edith contemplates. “Well, we’ll see about that. That all sounds fine in theory, but in my experience there are people who look down on other people everywhere, like nasty old Widow Hounslow,” She utters the name of her parent’s doughy landlady with distaste. “In Harlesden. I think people wanting to start new lives and lord that fact over others might live in these new paradise suburbs of yours, Frank.”
“Oh now don’t be like that, Edith! You sound like your mother when you talk like that.”
“Well, you can hardly blame me, Frank. This,” She hands the pamphlet back to Frank with an air of distain. “Is a big change you’re suggesting we make.”
Frank accepts the thin booklet and slips it somewhat reluctantly back into his inner breast pocket. “But just think, we could have a lovely home together: a real home with a little garden.”
“Dad has an allotment.” Edith defends.
“I know, but imagine a proper garden for the children to run around and play in. The children we have, Edith, can grow up attending local schools and getting lots of fresh air. There would be no pea-soupers*************** for them to suffer through.”
Edith considers the great clouds of thick, dense fog enveloping the streets of London and seeping into the corners of even places as fine as Cavendish Mews during the winter months, and how everyone coughs badly during them and in their aftermath.
“Well that’s true.” she admits begrudgingly. “But…”
“And if we lived in a little house like this,” Frank pats his jacket where the pamphlet now resides. “We’d have room for Hilda or Queenie to come and stay. Wouldn’t that be nice.”
“Very nice Frank.” Edith replies a little disbelievingly. “But what about your Gran?”
“What about her, Edith?”
“Well, if we moved to one of these new Metroland estates of yours, we’d be closer to my parents, but further away from Upton Park, and your Gran is older than my parents are.”
“Oh!” Frank dismisses. “Gran will be fine with it. She’s been telling me that I should get out of London if I can for years now. Don’t forget that before she married my grandfather, Gran lived in a little Scottish village. London is the only big city she has ever lived in, and she still doesn’t like it even to this day.”
“But what about when she gets older, Frank? She’s already infirm now.”
“Well,” Frank admits a little sheepishly. “I’ve been thinking about that too.”
“And?”
“And I was thinking that she might come to live with us when the time came that she couldn’t be on her own any more, since we’d have a bit more room with a house of our own.”
“It sounds like this house of yours that you imagine for us might be made of elastic, Frank,” Edith snorts with mild amusement and disbelief. “What with our children, my parents, Hilda and Queenie visiting, and now you Gran coming to live with us. Where will everyone fit? Someone will have to sleep in the inside privy!”
“We’d make it work, Edith.” Frank assures her. “Together.”
“Well, it’s a lot to consider, Frank.” Edith says after taking a few minutes to chew another mouthful of sandwich, the bread, tongue and jelly suddenly heavy in her mouth and stomach.
“But you will consider it, Edith?” Frank asks, the hopeful lilt in his voice echoing the optimistic glint in his bright blue eyes and anticipative stance as he sits across from his sweetheart.
“Metroland.” Edith utters.
“Our future… in Metroland.”
Edith sighs heavily. “You have rather sprung this on me, Frank.”
“Well, I hadn’t even considered the idea until Richard mentioned it to me at the trade unions meeting.”
“It’s a lot for me to consider, Frank. It means a major shift in where I’d envisaged us living after we were married, and how we would live.”
“Oh, me too, Edith. The most I’d hoped for was to take a position as a buyer or merchandiser at another grocer, maybe one south of the Thames.”
“So, you have to give me time to warm to the idea.”
“I don’t see what’s to warm to, Edith. Imagine our live…”
Edith holds up her worn right hand to silence Frank’s immediate defence of his idea. “You know me, Frank. I’m not as enthused as you are about new ideas. You have to give me time, or this will never work.”
Frank smiles as he settles back more comfortably in his seat and picks up the remains of a triangle of tongue and jelly sandwich. “I’ll wait for as long as you need to be convinced that our future in Metroland will be for the best, Edith.” He takes a bite of the sandwich in his hand. “Anyway, it’s not like I’m marrying you tomorrow and whisking you away to Buckinghamshire.”
“And you won’t be, Frank Leadbetter.” Edith cautions him. “Just the other side of Wembley is one thing. Buckinghamshire is quite another.”
Edith picks up her teacup and takes a sip of her tea.
*J. Lyons and Co. was a British restaurant chain, food manufacturing, and hotel conglomerate founded in 1884 by Joseph Lyons and his brothers in law, Isidore and Montague Gluckstein. Lyons’ first teashop opened in Piccadilly in 1894, and from 1909 they developed into a chain of teashops, with the firm becoming a staple of the High Street in the United Kingdom. At its peak the chain numbered around two hundred cafes. The teashops provided for tea and coffee, with food choices consisting of hot dishes and sweets, cold dishes and sweets, and buns, cakes and rolls. Lyons' Corner Houses, which first appeared in 1909 and remained until 1977, were noted for their Art Deco style. Situated on or near the corners of Coventry Street, Strand and Tottenham Court Road, they and the Maison Lyonses at Marble Arch and in Shaftesbury Avenue were large buildings on four or five floors, the ground floor of which was a food hall with counters for delicatessen, sweets and chocolates, cakes, fruit, flowers and other products. In addition, they possessed hairdressing salons, telephone booths, theatre booking agencies and at one period a twice-a-day food delivery service. On the other floors were several restaurants, each with a different theme and all with their own musicians. For a time, the Corner Houses were open twenty-four hours a day, and at their peak each branch employed around four hundred staff including their famous waitresses, commonly known as Nippies for the way they nipped in and out between the tables taking orders and serving meals. The tea houses featured window displays, and, in the post-war period, the Corner Houses were smarter and grander than the local tea shops. Between 1896 and 1965 Lyons owned the Trocadero, which was similar in size and style to the Corner Houses.
**The name 'Nippies' was adopted for the Lyons waitresses after a competition to rename them from the old fashioned 'Gladys' moniker - rejected suggestions included ‘Sybil-at-your-service’, ‘Miss Nimble’, Miss Natty’ and 'Speedwell'. The waitresses each wore a starched cap with a red ‘L’ embroidered in the centre and a black alpaca dress with a double row of pearl buttons.
***”The Notorious Mrs. Carrick” is a 1924 British silent crime film directed by George Ridgwell and starring Cameron Carr, A.B. Imeson and Gordon Hopkirk. It was an adaptation of the novel Pools of the Past by Charles Proctor. The film was made by Britain's largest film company of the era Stoll Pictures. It was released in July 1924.
****Cameron Carr was an English actor of the silent era, born in 1876, he died in 1944. He made many films between 1918 and the early 1930s. Then like many stars of the silent era, the advent of talking pictures put an end to his career in films as he found the transition to talkies to difficult. He starred as the lead actor, of the 1924 silent film, “The Notorious Mrs. Carrick”, playing Mr. Carrick.
*****The Premier Super Cinema in East Ham was opened on the 12th of March, 1921, replacing the 800 seat capacity 1912 Premier Electric Theatre. The new cinema could seat 2,408 patrons. The Premier Super Cinema was taken over by Provincial Cinematograph Theatres who were taken over by Gaumont British in February 1929. It was renamed the Gaumont from 21st April 1952. The Gaumont was closed by the Rank Organisation on 6th April 1963. After that it became a bingo hall and remained so until 2005. Despite attempts to have it listed as a historic building due to its relatively intact 1921 interior, the Gaumont was demolished in 2009.
******A matinee idol is a handsome actor, admired for his good looks.
*******Rodolfo Pietro Filiberto Raffaello Guglielmi di Valentina d'Antonguella was born in May 1895, and was known professionally as Rudolph Valentino and nicknamed The Latin Lover, was an Italian actor based in the United States who starred in several well-known silent films including The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, The Sheik, Blood and Sand, The Eagle, and The Son of the Sheik. Valentino was a sex symbol of the 1920s, known in Hollywood as the "Latin Lover" (a title invented for him by Hollywood moguls), the "Great Lover", or simply Valentino. His early death at the age of 31 in 1926 caused mass hysteria among his fans, further cementing his place in early cinematic history as a cultural film icon. In spite of his appeal to women of the 1920s, it is now believed that Valentino was gay, or at the very least bisexual, with relationships with actress Pola Negri and actor Ramón Novarro in addition to his second wife Natacha Rambova. Despite claims of him being a “Latin Lover”, his first marriage to lesbian actress Alla Nazimova was never consummated.
********Tongue and jelly is a gelatinous food made from braided calves tongues, boiled with onions, celery, cloves, herbs, brandy and sugar which is then preserved in gelatine. Back in the 1920s, it is more likely that aspic would have been used, rather than gelatine. It was a very popular savoury topping on picnic sandwiches in the Victorian and Edwardian eras.
*********Tudor Revival architecture, also known as mock Tudor in Britain, first manifested in domestic architecture in the latter half of the Nineteenth Century. Based on revival of aspects that were perceived as Tudor architecture, in reality it usually took the style of English vernacular architecture of the Middle Ages that had survived into the Tudor period. Tudorbethan is a subset of Tudor Revival architecture that eliminated some of the more complex aspects of Jacobethan in favour of more domestic styles of "Merrie England", which were cosier and quaint. It was associated with the Arts and Crafts movement.
**********"The Man Who Broke the Bank at Monte Carlo" (originally titled "The Man that Broke the Bank at Monte Carlo") is a popular British music hall song published in 1891 by Fred Gilbert, a theatrical agent who had begun to write comic songs as a sideline some twenty years previously.[1] The song was popularised by singer and comedian Charles Coborn. Coborn wrote in his 1928 autobiography that to the best of his recollection he first sang the song in 'the latter part of 1891.'[6] An advertisement in a London newspaper suggests, however, that he first performed it in public in mid-February 1892. The song remained popular from the 1890s until the late 1940s, and is still referenced in popular culture today. Coborn, then aged 82, performed the song in both English and French in the 1934 British film “Say It with Flowers”.
***********Prior to and even after the Second World War, there was a ‘marriage bar’ in place. Introduced into legislation, the bar banned the employment of married women as permanent employees, which in essence meant that once a woman was married, no matter how employable she was, became unemployable, leaving husbands to be the main breadwinner for the family. This meant that working women needed to save as much money as they could before marriage, and often took in casual work, such as mending, sewing or laundry for a pittance at home to help bring in additional income and help to make ends meet. The marriage bar wasn’t lifted until the very late 1960s.
************Two-up two-down is a type of small house with two rooms on the ground floor and two bedrooms upstairs. There are many types of terraced houses in the United Kingdom, and these are among the most modest. The first two-up two-down terraces were built in the 1870s, but the concept of them made up the backbone of the Metroland suburban expansions of the 1920s with streets lined with rows of two-up two-down semi-detached houses in Mock Tudor, Jacobethan, Arts and Crafts and inter-war Art Deco styles bastardised from the aesthetic styles created by the likes of English Arts and Crafts Movement designers like William Morris and Charles Voysey.
*************A semi-detached house (known more commonly simply as a semi) is a house joined to another house on one side only by a common wall.
**************Metroland is a name given to the suburban areas that were built to the north-west of London in the counties of Buckinghamshire, Hertfordshire and Middlesex in the early part of the Twentieth Century that were served by the Metropolitan Railway. The railway company was in the privileged position of being allowed to retain surplus land; from 1919 this was developed for housing by the nominally independent Metropolitan Railway Country Estates Limited (MRCE). The term "Metroland" was coined by the Met's marketing department in 1915 when the Guide to the Extension Line became the Metro-land guide. It promoted a dream of a modern home in beautiful countryside with a fast railway service to central London until the Met was absorbed into the London Passenger Transport Board in 1933.
***************A term originating in Nineteenth Century Britain, a pea soup fog is a very thick and often yellowish, greenish or blackish fog caused by air pollution that contains soot particulates and the poisonous gas sulphur dioxide. It refers to the thick, dense fog that is so thick that it appears to be the color and consistency of pea soup. Pea-soupers were particularly common in large industrial cities like Manchester and Liverpool and populous cities like London where there were lots of coal fires either for industry and manufacturing, or for household heating. The last really big pea-souper in London happened in December 1952. At least three and a half to four thousand people died of acute bronchitis. However, in cities like Manchester and Liverpool, where the concentration of manufacturing was higher, they continued well beyond that.
An afternoon tea made up with tea and a selection of triangle sandwiches like this would be enough to please anyone, but I suspect that even if you ate everything you can see here on the table in and in the display case in the background, you would still come away hungry. This is because they, like everything in this scene are 1:12 size miniatures from my miniatures collection.
Fun things to look for in this tableau:
The plate of sandwiches in the centre of the table was made by an unknown artisan and was acquired through Kathleen Knight’s Dolls House Shop in the United Kingdom. The coffee pot with its ornate handle and engraved body is one of three antique Colonial Craftsman pots I also acquired from Kathleen Knight’s Dolls House Shop, as is the silver tray on which they stand. The milk jug and sugar bowl are made by Warwick Miniatures in Ireland, who are well known for the quality and detail applied to their pieces. The Lyons Corner House crockery is made by the Dolls’ House emporium and was acquired from an online stockist of miniatures on E-Bay. The J. Lyons & Co. Ltd. tariff in the foreground is a copy of a 1920s example that I made myself by reducing it in size and printing it. Edith’s handbag handmade from soft leather is part of a larger collection of hats and bags that I bought from an American miniature collector Marilyn Bickel.
The table on which all these items stand is a Queen Anne lamp table which I was given for my seventh birthday. It is one of the very first miniature pieces of furniture I was ever given as a child. The Queen Anne dining chairs were all given to me as a Christmas present when I was around the same age.
In the background is a display case of cakes. The Victoria sponge (named after Queen Victoria) on the cake stand is made by Polly’s Pantry Miniatures in America. Whilst the cupcakes have been made in England by hand from clay by former chef turned miniature artisan, Frances Knight. Her work is incredibly detailed and realistic, and she says that she draws her inspiration from her years as a chef and her imagination. All the cakes in the display cabinet came from Kathleen Knight’s Dolls House Shop in the United Kingdom. The glass and metal cake stands and the glass cloche came from Beautifully Handmade Miniatures in Kettering. The glass cake stands are hand blown artisan pieces. The shiny brass cash register also comes from Beautifully Handmade Miniatures.
The wood and glass display cabinet and the bright brass cash register I obtained from a seller of 1:12 miniatures on E-Bay.
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O Parque Gran José Antonio Labordeta (oficialment y en castellán Parque Grande José Antonio Labordeta) ye un parque d'una superficie d'alto u baixo 40 hectarias d'a ciudat de Zaragoza (Aragón), situato en o districto Universidat. Durant quasi un sieglo estió o parque más gran d'a ciudat, dica a construcción en 2008 d'o Parque de l'Augua Luis Buñuel con motivo d'a Expo Zaragoza 2008.
Dica setiembre de 2010 o parque se clamó oficialment de Primo de Rivera y popularment como Parque Gran (Parque Grande en castellán), pero a clamor popular a la muerte de José Antonio Labordeta provocó o cambeyo d'o suyo nombre.
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El Parque Grande José Antonio Labordeta es un parque de 40 hectáreas de la ciudad de Zaragoza (Aragón), situado en el distrito Universidad. Durante casi un siglo fue el parque más grande de la ciudad, hasta la construcción en el año 2008 del Parque del Agua Luis Buñuel con motivo de la Expo Zaragoza 2008.
Hasta septiembre de 2010 el parque oficialmente se denominó de Primo de Rivera y popularmente como Parque Grande, pero el clamor popular tras el fallecimiento del cantautor y político José Antonio Labordeta provocó el cambio de nombre.
El Parque se inauguró el día 17 de mayo de 1929, en el periodo de la dictadura de Miguel Primo de Rivera, estando entonces situado a las afueras del núcleo urbano de Zaragoza, ciudad que entonces apenas superaba los 160.000 habitantes.
Debido al crecimiento de la ciudad, el parque se encuentra ahora dentro del núcleo urbano de la ciudad, enclavado en el distrito de Universidad y junto a edificios como el Hospital Miguel Servet, el Estadio de La Romareda y la Cámara de Comercio.
Dentro del Parque se puede disfrutar de gran cantidad de espacios naturales y de monumentos entre los que cabe destacar:
El acceso principal se lleva a cabo a través del Puente Trece de Septiembre, en conmemoración del día en que el general Miguel Primo de Rivera se pronunció desde la Capitanía de Barcelona, y que da paso al Paseo de San Sebastián que cuenta con jardines y fuentes de inspiración versallesca.
Un lugar destacado es El Batallador que es un gran monumento al rey Alfonso I El Batallador, inaugurado en 1925 como conmemoración del octavo centenario de la reconquista de la ciudad por su parte.
También destacan grandes avenidas (como el paseo de los Bearneses o el de Isabel Zapata) al igual que el Jardín Botánico, el Museo Etnológico, el Rincón de Goya, el Jardín de Invierno, el Quiosco de la Música, etc.
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This is the sink in the painting room in my studio. It is beyond just a dripping faucet, it is a steady stream. Plus there is a crazy amount of paint crusted on everything. My studio is such an excellent place, haha.
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This is Soffía Rún Kristjánsdóttir, 19 and lives in Garðabær. This wasn´t actually shot for this project, was going to do something else but we threw together a photoshoot last minute and this was one of the photos taken there. I liked the outcome so I asked Soffía if she would mind I use her for this series and she didn´t.
Henný actually takes most of the credit for this photo as it is her idea and of course she did the makeup. Lighting is just three lights, two with honeycombs from the back and one from the front with a 75° softlite reflector and then I put a silver reflector between us under her face.
Altit is an ancient village with great historical, cultural and architectural significance.There is no written history of the village.Most of the modern day researchers quote historical accounts from the books written by Qudratullah Baig, Mir Nazim Khan, Professor Ahmed Hassan Dani and some earlier western explorers.
History
In the historical accounts the local people relate their origin with the soldiers of Alexander the Great (July 356 BC to June 10, 323 BC). It is said that in 326 B.C when the forces of Alexander the Great was on way back and passed through Hunza, five of the soldiers becoming ill, lagged behind in Hunza. These soldiers made this valley their home.
Three (3) generals in Alexander's army have married Persian women. The generals betrayed Alexander by giving the Persians his plans. When Alexander heard of the betrayal he sought to take revenge, but the generals, wives and a band of many soldiers fled. The valley of Hunza is thought to have been their valley of refuge because of its remote and secure location. It is likely that the Hunza valley was already sparsely inhabited when the Macedon generals arrived.
First Settlement in Altit
According to a renowned local scholar, Ghulam Murtaza, when the human settlement was started in Altit at that time the Ultar glacier was extended down to Hunza River. It means that Harchi area is moraine of Ultar glacier. Most of the local people describe that the first inhabitant who settled in Altit was from Hun race of Mongolia therefore the name of the earlier settlement was Hun-u-kushal which is still in use for the old settlement area in Altit. Some people thus relate the name of Hunza from the Huns while majority are in view that Hunza is derived from huntz; the Burushaski word for arrow.
Essaouira is characterized by its narrow streets which there are different traditional houses. Each house has a door that stands out from others.
On one of the houses, the owners have decided to include on their door "save me from loss" since they did not have enough money to renovate it.
One of the locals confirmed to me that someone bought it, and its renovation will be done in the future.
Irina is coming with me of course!She told me she want to be well dressed for the trip so I put on her suitcase beautifuls dresses of Poupée Mecanique,Eurotrash and CherryMerry!
Btw,Irina wears a outfit i made for her!(The shirt was made by Uri* for wanda :P)
Bioluminescence is the production and emission of light by a living organism. The light emitted by a bioluminescent organism is produced by energy released from chemical reactions occurring inside (or ejected by) the organism. This image shows bioluminescence of a jellyfish, as seen with the lights off.
To learn more about bioluminescence, visit:
Bioluminescence, NOAA Ocean Explorer
(Original source: What is Bioluminescence?)
82209 is propelled south past Bathley Lane, near North Muskham, working the 1545 Leeds to London Kings Cross Virgin Trains East Coast service on the 13th March 2015. Corresponding '91' 91105 was providing the power on the rear. My only criticism of the livery is the coaches, which contain no Virgin branding and as a result have a slightly unfinished look about them.
If you like what you see, you can find this photo and many more I haven't put on Flickr at my SmugMug website: msrailphotos.smugmug.com
This is my new desk. I've never really found a comfortable desk to use until now, since they're all the same — flat.
However, I found something in Ikea that while not exactly pretty, is incredibly ergonomic (at least for me).
This new desk tilts slightly forward, and is higher than most — the surface at the front of the desk sits nearly 80cm off the ground. This allows me to extend my chair nice and high to give my legs more room, and the slight tilt is really comfortable for typing and using my Wacom tablet.
The stands are adjustable and will go a bit lower and a lot higher (and allow for a steeper tilt) than my setup here.
The whole thing cost 815kr — around £70 — from Ikea. It consists of:
2 x VIKA ARTUR - www.ikea.com/se/sv/catalog/products/40134371
1 x VIKA AMON - www.ikea.com/se/sv/catalog/products/70162490
The links are to Ikea Sweden, but I know they're available in the UK as well.
This is a picture David Shaw took as part of a series in Ramallah in Palestine. It was taken on the day that Abbas took the official bid to make Palestine a state at the UN. Even though it was essentially a celebration I still think it was part of a larger resistance and protest.
It was a statement to the rest of the world that Palestinians will not give up and all the Palestinians flocked to the towns to show their support.
I am 2nd year photojournalism student at L.C.C, if your interested you can see my other pictures here - www.davidshawphotojournalism.blogspot.com
The picture also won 3rd prize in an Ideas tap competition.