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The Miska jug is the most Hungarian type of pottery; throughout the world it is linked to Hungarians, obviously because of our once deservedly famous hussars. The Miska jug is a wine vessel in the shape of a stylised human figure wearing the braided jacket of a Hungarian hussar. The jugs often have a writhing snake on the belly or the handle, a symbol of long life, suggesting eternal life.
he Miska jug was created by potters on the Great Plain: the first known piece is dated 1824 and was made in Hódmezővásárhely. Up to the first half of the 20th century most of the pieces were made in a few places: Mezőcsát, Tiszafüred and Mezőtúr. It was only later that it spread to other areas. The Miska jug was a wine vessel for festive occasions; it was brought out for weddings and funerals, and there is also a record of its use at Easter.
The name most often used as miska (Mike, the familiar form of Mihály/Michael). It occurs on a number of pieces as "Wine Miska", "Drunkard Miska", "Thirsty Miska", "Drink Wine Miska", or simply as "Miska".
WAH are visiting things that give us memories
This jug was one of my mothers favourites. I have no idea where she got it but she insisted that water at the table had to be in this jug.
I wonder if she would recognise it now.
I, of course, use it for dead roses.
One of the first stops for early settlers of Texas was the Jug Hole. Located just a few miles west of the Sabine River in Sabine County, this large spring fed grotto is tucked away in deep woods on a small creek. The steep walls and creek bank cut through an ancient marine bed where marine fossils millions of years old have been exposed. Lush layers of ferns carpet the banks and walls while American beech and southern magnolia dominate the slopes above. Features such as this are exceedingly rare on the landscape and old wagon trails in the woods are fortunately the only evidence that this place was once visited by humans.
Foto realizada en nuestro ultimo taller, utilizando a unos de nuestros personajes favoritos. En esta ocasion tuvimos la oportunidad de utilizar laser de dos colores con un resultado impactante. Una gran noche, muchas gracias a todos los asistentes. Como siempre en una sola toma y sin edicion posterior
A pair of antique pottery jugs, seen here at Calke Abbey.
Calke Abbey, in Derbyshire, was originally the location of an Augustinian priory from the 12th century until its dissolution by king Henry VIII.
For over 300 years the house was the residence of the Harper family, before passing on to the National Trust in 1985.
Little jug (about 9 cm tall) which I bought when I was in Greece :)
Looking close... on Friday! - theme: "White background"
For 'MacroMondays' theme of 'GoesTogetherLike'
Not the right sort of 'Bottle'.
Not the right sort of 'Jug'!
How times have changed!
As a small boy I saw 'Bottle & Jug' written on a sign at the side of a door. I saw it as etching on the glass of a door, but had no idea of its meaning or significance. Why should I have done?
Even well before my time 'real Ale' was often brewed at home or in a small community for local consumption. The water supply that most of us take for granted was unfit for drinking and 'Ale' was the usual liquid refreshment. You collected it in a 'jug' or supplied your neighbour who brought round their 'jug'.
But times changed, licensing laws changed, glass became more common and bottles began to be mass produced. As this happened Britain became more industrialied and the population more drawn to town locations. The result was the home 'Ale' production decreased, beer made from hops became much more common and distribution more centralised.
Licensing Laws were a 'mess'. A license was available for drinking 'on' premise' and a different licence was available to supply 'off' premise where a customer could buy in a bottle or bring their own jug. However the two areas had to be separate and hence the notice by the door for 'Bottle & Jug' customers.
I got some nice coloured reflection from a Begonia bloom fallen from a hanging basket we have at our front door.
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Pterostylis recurva. I took this photo last September and they are just emerging again for this year. It's been terribly dry this summer and perhaps orchids may not be as common as previous seasons ? This is quite a common orchid found in the lower south west of Western Australia.
The Jug &Glass Public House is a grade II listed building, that is heritage protected, It was built in the late 18thC with additions in the 19th.
The village that it is in, Nether Langwith, In Nottinghamshire is part of a larger village and we lived in the part called Langwith, which is in Derbyshire. The county boundary bisects the village with ‘Nether’ meaning ‘Lower’. The third part of the village, Whaley Thorns is also in Derbyshire and is the northern part of the larger village.
Bara kanna með blómi. Teiknuð með bleki og penna...blekpenna altsvo!
Just a jug with a flower,,,,drawn with pen and ink...inkpen..!
The Milk Jug Sign in Independence, Missouri. Photography by Notley Hawkins. Taken with a Canon EOS R5 camera with a Canon RF70-200mm F2.8 L IS USM lens at ƒ/2.8 with a 1/1600-second exposure at ISO 50. Processed with Adobe Lightroom Classic.
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Ruge y retumba la tormenta
Por la enlutada bóveda del cielo,
Y sobre el dorso de impetuosas ráfagas
Cabalgan las deidades del invierno.
Ni el frígido erial donde vagamos
Sin acierto buscando alguna senda,
Ni un arbusto descubre la mirada
Que el suspirado abrigo nos ofrezca.
Allí en la cueva el hambre que nos mata,
Y fuera de ella el frío que nos hiela;
Entreambos, como rudos cazadores;
Sin piedad nos acosan por doquiera.
Y píntaseles otro en la batida:
Del cargado fusil la saña fiera
Deja sobre la nieve señaladas
Con nuestra roja sangre nuestras huellas…
Tenemos frío, sí; tenemos hambre
Y el mortífero plomo nos asedia
Pero ¿qué importa?… En cambio somos libres.
¡Oh, santa libertad! ¡Bendita seas!
Grafito 2B en block. Jugando un poco con sus características, o quizás las mías no lo sé.