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Bellewstown Racecourse was the venue for one of the biggest betting coups ever. In 1975 Barney Curley devised an elaborate scheme in which he wisely backed a highly unfancied racehorse he owned named Yellow Sam. His gamble paid off, costing Irish bookmakers £300,000 (the equivalent today of £2.5million).
He hoped that Yellow Sam’s starting price would be around 20–1, though Curley knew that if large sums of money were being placed on the horse, his price would promptly drop, thus significantly reducing the potential earnings. Consequently, he ensured that he would compete at the National Hunt race at Bellewstown — an obscure track with only one public telephone in the vicinity.
Countless accomplices of Curley were located in bookmakers across the country with between £50 and £300 in their possession. Curley then rang six or seven people who in turn rang 10 others, as he invested £15,000, virtually his entire savings, into the gamble.
25 minutes before the start of the race, in the ‘phone booth at Bellewstown a friend of Barney’s pretended he needed to ring a dying aunt, which persuaded others to allow him to use the ‘phone for half an hour, as bookies tried and failed to contact their counterparts in order to lay off their liabilities.
He was also famed for the work he did for his charity, Direct Aid For Africa, which he founded in 1996 and he devoted much of his life to building and maintaining schools and hospitals in Zambia.
Oh, why can’t a working man just sleep in on a Sunday morning? Why can’t the sun wait till he’s ready? The perpetual boredom of earning a living wears on a fella. A nail hammered in repeatedly till the hammer bruises and splits the goddamn wood around him even. You can only be beaten down so damn far. A little nub of steel still showing through, where there once was something more, not great, but still stiff, straight and ready for action. The hammer always swings down for some, for most. Leaving that dot of steel exposed to rust and to disappear.
Why can’t the sun wait till he’s ready? Give a poor fucker a break once in awhile? Let him sleep a bit longer? Let him dream past his hanger-over for a bit? Let him ache a bit in his bed, instead of upright in gravity defying ache? Let him sleep instead of dodging the every falling hammer? Let him sleep past that responsibility of living, that woeful chaos that comes just from breathing, come on now, just give him a bit longer can’t ya? Oh, come on sun just let a man snore a bit more?
The sun waits for no man, no one thing. Centered in the middle of a great vast nothing, exerting total control. Lay off of me you great golden son of a bitch will ya? A working man owes more than he can ever repay and a drinking man always pays the next morning.
But the sun he knows, he owes me nothing.
Well, the last months have been a little rough: on the one hand, we went on an exciting road trip through the national parks on the west coast of the USA, and on the other hand the company I’m working for is facing difficult times and is being forced to lay off quite a lot of employees in order to survive. This meant that we planned our road trip on the weekends and during the week I worked hard and came home late, so I didn't have much time for photography or editing images. Anyway, I hope the situation improves soon, but until then I thought I could upload another image of the famous view from the Hamnoy bridge which has been sitting on my desktop for one and a half years. I already uploaded the horizontal composition I took that morning, but I also really like the more classic vertical one. I hope you are all doing well and I’m really looking forward to editing and showing you some of the images I took of the stunning nature of the USA. Until then, I hope you like this image! :)
UPDATE
Flickr staff have now responded to concerns that flickr was about to close or be sold off following Yahoo's press release on February 2nd. Read staffer Matthew Almon Roth's reassuring remarks at the end of this discussion thread:
my own nails
(finaly I removed tip over-lay off)
removed old gel, tips and art off
base gel
glitters
stickers
clear gel
total 2 hours and 30 minutes
Im not really sure where im going with things at the moment ... There is only really one direction we can go in life and that's forward..&& im sure heading that way but I just seem to have been plodding, for so long, going with the flo . I dont even know where I might like the flo to take me.
I don't want to plod I want to arrive and start getting the most out of my life ,, && Im not .. Im not getting any benefits from this 365, Im not being honest with my self when taking my photos, Ive taken very few full body shots, Instead choosing to stick the camera at some weird and wacky angles because i kinda prefer the look of my self from above..
Just taking a photo of myself every day.. a photo that for me isn't getting what I wanted seems very pointless,,, I find it very hard to smile at nothing and im getting down about how depressing my daily photos are, They seem so dark all the time, and im not this unhappy ... Not every day is a rubbish one ,,, but a fake "camera smile" is what the kiddies give and that also isn't what I was going for ...
Those of you that know me, well you have seen me "in every possible state of well being" fom the good to the bad .. .. but why im finding it so hard to see my self.... I don't know.
Maybe were just not ment to look at our self so closely ...
Maybe what ever path of self descovery I was trying to go on, isnt really a healthy path ...
Maybe its only a path that Gok can take me on ...
Maybe I just need to Lay off the delete button . and keep what I see ...
I guess I just need a plan ... A plan for the future ... To dust down and make some dreams, Find the map of the mind ... Coz i seem to have become quiet comfortable just plodding for too long ...... And plodding really is just shit ... Its just a waste ...
This cool back ground can be found here ..... www.flickr.com/photos/rubyblossom/3565649969/in/pool-1291...
The town of Chaffee, in Scott county, was laid off in August, 1905. The land on which the town is situated was purchased by officials of the Frisco Railroad and laid off into town lots. Shortly after its establishment the town was made the division point of the Frisco railroad and the repair shops removed to this point from Cape Girardeau. The first mayor of the town was R. J. Wright and its first merchants were Wright Mercantile Company and H. A. Osman. There are two conflicting stories about how the town got its name. One group believes that the town was named after a St. Louis real estate developer. Another believes it was named after a war hero, Edna R. Chaffee, who served in the Spanish-American War. No one knows for certain.
For many years, the town's economy was centered on textile manufacturing. Because large amounts of cotton are produced by southeast Missouri farmers, and owing to the town's location near the Mississippi River, it made sense to process the cotton locally. However, in the late 90s and early 2000s, the town's economy was devastated by factory closings. The Columbia Sportswear factory and the Florsheim Shoe Company announced that they were idling their plants and laying off workers. Nearly 450 jobs were lost in a period of six months. This was compounded by the closure of previous factories such as the Thorngate Clothing Company, which idled its plant in 1996. Out of a population of just 3000 people, this amounted to losing over 60% of the town's employment base.
In case you didn't know, Polaroid is going to stop making instant film in 2009. I knew this was going to happen, but i didn't expect it this soon...It's so sad :(
Madrid
Polaroid sx-70
600 film
Snow Leopard
Flood 2013 Up-date-----The Calgary Zoo will reopen in stages over 5 months beginning July 31 to recover from $50 million in flood damages and an estimated $10 million in lost revenue. The zoo saw much of it's 13-hectare island inundated by flood waters. Animal enclosures, botanical exhibits and many buildings were damaged. The zoo was forced to lay off 287 workers as it rebuilds
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Due to the detail and compression here - MUST SEE LARGE
One of the famous streets below - Rochor Canal road. And a popular spot called Bugis.
Can you count the people on the street , next to the traffic light ? Eh eh ! ;-)
I took the sky with a long exposure - single. The buildings and rest of the scene is from 6 exposures DRI- Digitally blended
Mark is seen here taking in the summit views on Gleouraich.
This was quite a day for me. I had been absent from the mountains for nine months on account of falling from my bicycle, breaking my leg and enduring a double pulmonary embolism. There were many times when I just didn't expect to be able to get back out on the big hills in Scotland.
During todays lockdown we are all precluded from accessing such wonderful far away locations, so an image like this and memories of my prior lay off will have to suffice as inspiration this time around.
If I have my geography correct, the bulk of Ben Nevis can be seen in the distance top right.
For those interested isn the origin of hill names, it seems that Gleouraich means "Noisy Hill".
Those who came before me
Lived through their vocations
From the past until completion
They will turn away no more
Ok so it's Monday and it's definitely blue, but by no means reflects how I feel, the title just fitted the image LOL :o)
One of those songs I loved back in the day and I have got all the remixes on vinyl, but it did get played to death when I was at University, originally released in 1983, but then remixed in 1988 and 1995, the 1988 one is the one I have on vinyl :o)
Anyway, a 10 image focus stack of the blue series, yes I have many more of these Azure Damselfly stacks, thought I'd better lay off the Darters for a few days or I might have to start attending Darters Anonymous sessions LOL :o)
I hope everyone has a great week :o)
REALLY NEED TO VIEW LARGE
Not too much colour this morning, it was still great to be back out again though after a bit of a lay off, i used a lee chocolate grad on this shot , pulled right down over the whole frame, to enhance the colour of the drift wood and sky, thanks in advance for any comments or faves!!
Dog Mountain is the home of Folk Artist, Stephen Huneck. He was a painter, sculpter, wood carver and furniture maker, and he created Dog Mountain and the Dog Chapel to celebrate his love for dogs. Sadly, Mr. Huneck became so depressed after having to lay off his employees due to financial issues he committed suicide in 2010. His wife, who they say never stopped missing him, also killed herself 3 years later.
Here you can see the expression on the face of the Fuzz as he is over abundant with joy and with giddy-ness and happiness while being smooched. What a poor and a lost and forsaken and love starved cat he is.
From the looks, this old abandoned ranch house near Wadsworth, Nevada was once a place where a family lived, worked and played, can just vision a young mother pushing her child in the swing with the ranch dog laying off to the side watching between naps. Now just the warmth of the sun and the wind in the trees preserves this site during the day but at night the glow of the moon and the wind in the trees could cause one to listen closely for sounds of the past. Many ranchers abandon property due to a lack of finances and the bank takes it back; this may be due to drought, stock disease, death in family and many other reasons.
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Malam_Jabba#
Malam Jabba (also Maalam Jabba, Urdu: مالم جبہ) is a Hill Station in the Karakoram mountain range nearly 40 km from Saidu Sharif in Swat Valley, Khyber Pakhtunkhwa, Pakistan. It is 314 km from Islamabad and 51 km from Saidu Sharif Airport.
Malam Jabba is home to the only ski resort in Pakistan.[1] The area also contains two Buddhist stupas and six monasteries that are scattered around the resort. The presence of the monuments at such a height indicates that the area has been inhabited for over 2000 years.
Two trekking trails are located near the Malam Jabba resort. The first passes through the Ghorband Valley and Shangla Top and starts about 18 km from the resort. The other trail passes through the Sabonev Valley and is about 17 km from the resort.
Malam Jabba ski resort
The Malam Jabba Ski Resort, owned by the Pakistani Tourism Development Corporation, had a ski slope of about 800 m with the highest point of the slope 2804 m (9200 ft) above sea level. Malam Jabba Ski Resort was the joint effort of the Pakistan government with its Austrian counterpart. The resort was equipped with modern facilities including roller/ice-skating rinks, chair lifts, skiing platforms, telephones and snow clearing equipment.[citation needed]
In late June 2008, the Malam Jabba Ski Resort was set on fire and destroyed after being closed for more than a year. Residents said a large portion of the resort had been reduced to ashes and the militants also damaged chairlifts and a tower belonging to the meteorological department. The Pakistani government had long since lost control over the administration and security of the valley and had abandoned the resort, laying off its employees there. This was due to the war in the Swat valley between government security forces and Taliban militias (who were likely relocating from nearby FATA and Afghanistan).[2] The Pakistani government accepted a Taliban truce in the Swat valley.[3] The Taliban started infiltrating armed members into the adjoining state of Buner and openly invited Osama bin Laden. In May 2009 however the army started an offensive against the Taliban and retook the town.[4] The ski hill at the resort has now been rebuilt and is fully operational.[5] The ski track has undergone reconstruction and rehabilitation.The hotel is still awaiting reconstruction.
Early this fall we made a journey to the middle of Norway. The ferry crossing by HNL (Holland Norway Line) from the Netherlands, was canceled three days before we left, due to a bankruptcy of this company, which meant we had to make unexpected long car trips northwards in a very short time. However, driving through the Norwegian landscape is absolutely not an unpleasant activity.
Our destination was Jotunheimen and the western side of Jostedalsbreen, Europe's largest mainland glacier.
This short series therefore is almost entirely dedicated to fascinating glacier tongues, usually depicted only small, to mountains, waterfalls and swirling streams.
Phenomenal right away, those blue offshoots, especially when you realise these ice caps are shrinking every year. Several people know how I love landscapes. They are a common thread through my life. And landscapes are vast, maybe that is why most photographers tend to reach for (ultra) wide-angle lenses.
But this would be different.
My recently purchased Rolleiflex from the late nineties, would lead me to a completely altered experience. For almost the entire trip I only had this twin lens 6x6 medium format film camera in my hands, with its Planar 80mm 1:2.8 lens, equivalent to 52 mm focal length in 35 mm format. A single standard lens for the entire lay-off and all the sceneries !
Yet limitations generate creativity and to my own surprise I never felt hampered for a singular moment. Wandering through that landscape, with a small bag, containing this little gem, an orange, red and ND grad filter, was such a joy.
When I took out my used twin-lens camera, with its funny winder handle, that I occasionally gave a single turn to advance the film, I had to smile more than once because of the ingenious venerable mechanism.
Film is alive !
Rolleiflex 2.8 GX, orange filter. Shot on Tri-X @400, developed in our small GP's lab, in which we sterilise small instruments, that I was able to darken completely.
Developer: DD-X 1:4 for 8 minutes, 20 °C. Agitation: 2 inversions every 30 seconds. Stop bath 2 min. Ilford fixer 1:4 for 5 minutes. 5, 10, 15, inversion washes to give 10 minutes. Final water bath : 1L distilled with 5ml of Ilfotol,
Epson V850 scanner, Silverfast 9 Ai, film holder no glass. Some minor Lightroom editing.
Working with a light balance of 2500K today and loving every minute of it! The were a lot of light sources in this shot, and I've tried many different ways of working with the image, but by far the most satisfying was getting into the blue!
Next time I'm out at night I'll lay off AWB and see what I can get in-camera with 2000~2500K. Consider it a lesson learned!
For those Vancouverites viewing this, there's a photowalk coming up that you should be aware of! Details:
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en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Malam_Jabba#
Malam Jabba (also Maalam Jabba, Urdu: مالم جبہ) is a Hill Station in the Karakoram mountain range nearly 40 km from Saidu Sharif in Swat Valley, Khyber Pakhtunkhwa, Pakistan. It is 314 km from Islamabad and 51 km from Saidu Sharif Airport.
Malam Jabba is home to the only ski resort in Pakistan.[1] The area also contains two Buddhist stupas and six monasteries that are scattered around the resort. The presence of the monuments at such a height indicates that the area has been inhabited for over 2000 years.
Two trekking trails are located near the Malam Jabba resort. The first passes through the Ghorband Valley and Shangla Top and starts about 18 km from the resort. The other trail passes through the Sabonev Valley and is about 17 km from the resort.
Malam Jabba ski resort
The Malam Jabba Ski Resort, owned by the Pakistani Tourism Development Corporation, had a ski slope of about 800 m with the highest point of the slope 2804 m (9200 ft) above sea level. Malam Jabba Ski Resort was the joint effort of the Pakistan government with its Austrian counterpart. The resort was equipped with modern facilities including roller/ice-skating rinks, chair lifts, skiing platforms, telephones and snow clearing equipment.[citation needed]
In late June 2008, the Malam Jabba Ski Resort was set on fire and destroyed after being closed for more than a year. Residents said a large portion of the resort had been reduced to ashes and the militants also damaged chairlifts and a tower belonging to the meteorological department. The Pakistani government had long since lost control over the administration and security of the valley and had abandoned the resort, laying off its employees there. This was due to the war in the Swat valley between government security forces and Taliban militias (who were likely relocating from nearby FATA and Afghanistan).[2] The Pakistani government accepted a Taliban truce in the Swat valley.[3] The Taliban started infiltrating armed members into the adjoining state of Buner and openly invited Osama bin Laden. In May 2009 however the army started an offensive against the Taliban and retook the town.[4] The ski hill at the resort has now been rebuilt and is fully operational.[5] The ski track has undergone reconstruction and rehabilitation.The hotel is still awaiting reconstruction.
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Abused, Abandoned Jungle Dogs.
Mr Little Larry is real worried about
his friend Miss Pumpkin Pie who
is laying off to my left. He's
a funny little monkey ;-)
Pumpkin will be returning to the
dog clinic the end of this week.
She's having some setbacks so
she is kept quite an comfortable
for the time being, think positive.
No# 1 is in contact with the nuns
and the dog clinic at all times ;-)-
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Flip the script.
I really struggled with this week's theme. I eventually settled on this inoperative pumpjack. With the price of oil at $33.16 today, the economy in Alberta has had a bit of a "flip of the script". Hopefully things turn around soon. I hate hearing about so many people in the province being unemployed because of it.
Taken on the morning I left on my trip to Skye, at the same location I took the individual photo of Aonach Mhor. This is as the shot came out of the camera in RAW - slight tweak of the curves, bit of dust busting and a wee bit of sharpening. I don't really believe in doing too much to a photo in Photoshop, I prefer the natural look that I see at the time and imagine as a photograph.
One of the main things (aside from the lighting) that drew me to this image is how the clouds appear to be spreading out from the peak of Gearr Aonach.
This was taken mounted on a broken tripod (pulled one of the legs off, need to lay off the gym methinks) at ISO 50, 21mm on my 17-40L lens at f19. I believe I used a 0.6 soft grad to darken the sky without un-natural lines appearing across the hills.
We were making fun of all the tourist families doing corny family portrait photos on the beach around the nearby condos. Every evening we'd see tons of them, always wearing white shirts and khaki shorts. I managed to stumble on to some washed out beach houses and decided to make a late-night mission with an observational touch. The only thing I left out was a broken camera laying off to the side, i ran out of time and black paint...
Alright, let's get this out of the way first - Savage Opress fig is so ugly that it only makes a good monkey. And now, L to R:
1. A thief with a flashlight. And a smirk.
2. Special agent Svetlana, an obscure character shrouded in mystery.
3. A cybernetically-enhanced ape who is rather apt at different jobs. A truly groundbreaking scientific milestone! If only he would lay off his demands for his rights to be upheld...
Mid: a piece of important modern art. Nobody dares question modern art!
4. A multipurpose bot frame, can be adapted to perform a variety of tasks, for instance - guarding works of modern art. And even the kitchen sink! The cleaning of thereof, that is.
5. A death squad trooper discharging his gun - seemingly with much joy - and with arguably coolest muzzle flash ever.
Bottom: a cyber-bunny pet proven to make depressed children feel 1.31% less depressed.
Comments welcome!
sorry about all of the blank expression close-ups as of late... feeling a bit uninspired, but ah, all things must pass... i know it comes in cycles so here's hoping (/expecting) the photo mojo will return soon!
seriously can't stop laughing at this.
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Malam_Jabba#
Malam Jabba (also Maalam Jabba, Urdu: مالم جبہ) is a Hill Station in the Karakoram mountain range nearly 40 km from Saidu Sharif in Swat Valley, Khyber Pakhtunkhwa, Pakistan. It is 314 km from Islamabad and 51 km from Saidu Sharif Airport.
Malam Jabba is home to the only ski resort in Pakistan.[1] The area also contains two Buddhist stupas and six monasteries that are scattered around the resort. The presence of the monuments at such a height indicates that the area has been inhabited for over 2000 years.
Two trekking trails are located near the Malam Jabba resort. The first passes through the Ghorband Valley and Shangla Top and starts about 18 km from the resort. The other trail passes through the Sabonev Valley and is about 17 km from the resort.
Malam Jabba ski resort
The Malam Jabba Ski Resort, owned by the Pakistani Tourism Development Corporation, had a ski slope of about 800 m with the highest point of the slope 2804 m (9200 ft) above sea level. Malam Jabba Ski Resort was the joint effort of the Pakistan government with its Austrian counterpart. The resort was equipped with modern facilities including roller/ice-skating rinks, chair lifts, skiing platforms, telephones and snow clearing equipment.[citation needed]
In late June 2008, the Malam Jabba Ski Resort was set on fire and destroyed after being closed for more than a year. Residents said a large portion of the resort had been reduced to ashes and the militants also damaged chairlifts and a tower belonging to the meteorological department. The Pakistani government had long since lost control over the administration and security of the valley and had abandoned the resort, laying off its employees there. This was due to the war in the Swat valley between government security forces and Taliban militias (who were likely relocating from nearby FATA and Afghanistan).[2] The Pakistani government accepted a Taliban truce in the Swat valley.[3] The Taliban started infiltrating armed members into the adjoining state of Buner and openly invited Osama bin Laden. In May 2009 however the army started an offensive against the Taliban and retook the town.[4] The ski hill at the resort has now been rebuilt and is fully operational.[5] The ski track has undergone reconstruction and rehabilitation.The hotel is still awaiting reconstruction.
I know this is really similar to this, so sorry if it's repetitive!
35mm film. All straight out of camera. I've said it before but I love how this film (Fuji Superia 200) captures colours so vividly.
(I'll lay off the bluebells soon. Maybe one more tomorrow and I'm done!)
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Malam_Jabba#
Malam Jabba (also Maalam Jabba, Urdu: مالم جبہ) is a Hill Station in the Karakoram mountain range nearly 40 km from Saidu Sharif in Swat Valley, Khyber Pakhtunkhwa, Pakistan. It is 314 km from Islamabad and 51 km from Saidu Sharif Airport.
Malam Jabba is home to the only ski resort in Pakistan.[1] The area also contains two Buddhist stupas and six monasteries that are scattered around the resort. The presence of the monuments at such a height indicates that the area has been inhabited for over 2000 years.
Two trekking trails are located near the Malam Jabba resort. The first passes through the Ghorband Valley and Shangla Top and starts about 18 km from the resort. The other trail passes through the Sabonev Valley and is about 17 km from the resort.
Malam Jabba ski resort
The Malam Jabba Ski Resort, owned by the Pakistani Tourism Development Corporation, had a ski slope of about 800 m with the highest point of the slope 2804 m (9200 ft) above sea level. Malam Jabba Ski Resort was the joint effort of the Pakistan government with its Austrian counterpart. The resort was equipped with modern facilities including roller/ice-skating rinks, chair lifts, skiing platforms, telephones and snow clearing equipment.[citation needed]
In late June 2008, the Malam Jabba Ski Resort was set on fire and destroyed after being closed for more than a year. Residents said a large portion of the resort had been reduced to ashes and the militants also damaged chairlifts and a tower belonging to the meteorological department. The Pakistani government had long since lost control over the administration and security of the valley and had abandoned the resort, laying off its employees there. This was due to the war in the Swat valley between government security forces and Taliban militias (who were likely relocating from nearby FATA and Afghanistan).[2] The Pakistani government accepted a Taliban truce in the Swat valley.[3] The Taliban started infiltrating armed members into the adjoining state of Buner and openly invited Osama bin Laden. In May 2009 however the army started an offensive against the Taliban and retook the town.[4] The ski hill at the resort has now been rebuilt and is fully operational.[5] The ski track has undergone reconstruction and rehabilitation.The hotel is still awaiting reconstruction.
'Well, you can knock me down
Step in my face
Slander my name all over the place
Well do anything that you want to do
But uh-uh, honey lay off of them shoes'
"Blue Suede Shoes" is a rock-and-roll standard written and first recorded by Carl Perkins in 1955. It is considered one of the first rockabilly records, incorporating elements of blues, country, and pop music of the time.
We're here visiting Rock 'n roll shoes
The iconic but dilapidated Domino Sugar Refinery on the banks of the East River adjacent to the Williamsburg Bridge (visible in the top right corner) in Williamsburg Brooklyn taken on a Circleline cruise in the Fall of 2012. The refinery at this location dates back to 1857, when Frederick C. Havemeyer Jr established a factory here on the Williamsburg waterfront after they had outgrown their original sugar refinery established at the turn of the 19th century on Vandam Street in Manhattan. Of significant note, at the termination of the Civil War in this country, this refinery became the largest sugar refinery in the world with over 4,000 employees processing over 3,000,000 pounds of sugar daily more than half the sugar consumed in the United States. When Dow Jones Industrial Average was established back in 1896, this company then known as American Sugar was one of the twelve original companies included in the average. A fire in 1882 destroyed much of the original structures and the current 10 story brick structures seen in this image were built back then in 1882. Fredrick’s son Henry Havemeyer named the company Domino’s Sugar at the turn of the 20th century. The plant shut down in 2004 after 148 years of service, laying off its remaining workforce. This was the last of the many great sugar refineries in Brooklyn to close its doors. Sugar refining was New York City’s most profitable industry until the end of World War I.
Since then, 10 years of redevelopment proposals, landmark battles and political controversy, this past year the second redevelopment company with proposals, began in earnest the demolition the buildings on the 13 acre property. The only building that will remain is the 10 story brick structure as it was the only building granted landmark status. When I drove by the location a month ago, it appears it is the only building of the 90,000 square foot complex left at this point. The glass tower with the iconic Domino’s Sugar sign which was a landmark structure for so long in the Brooklyn skyline is no more. I will be taking cruise in the next couple of months and capture some shots from the East River at that time as construction will be started by then.
Old Russell Steam Tractor seen at the Hesston Steam Museum, La Porte County, Indiana.
in explore (Sept 7, 2016)
Russell & Company (Steam Tractor)
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
Russell & Company of Massillon, Ohio, are best known for manufacturing farm and railroad machinery in the late 19th and early 20th centuries. Most notably 18,000 Steam tractors and Stationary engines, plus 22,000 Threshing machines
In 1838 Nahum and Clement Russell started a general carpentry business in Massillon, Ohio. They used a two-story frame building, and drove the machinery by horse-power. They made ploughs (plows) and agricultural implements, plus building houses, furniture, coffins, and more. The carpentry shop burned down in 1840.
Charles M, Nahum and Clement – formed C.M. Russell & Co. on Jan. 1, 1842, based in an old whitewashed building called the "White Shop". On seeing Hiram and John Pitts' Buffalo Pitts Separator (Thresher) they understood its short-comings such that their improved version took the honours at the Ohio State Fair at Columbus in 1845.
The Russells purchased stock in the Ohio & Pennsylvania Railroad, urged it to come through Massillon, and in 1852 they began producing handcars and stock cars for the railroad company. The business flourished, three more brothers joined and in 1864 it was incorporated as "Russell & Co".
In 1871 the company divided; C. Russell & Co. moved to Canton, Ohio to make agricultural reapers and mowers.
On May 17, 1878, a fire did $150,000 of damage to machinery, wagon stock and 36 years of patterns. Insurance covered only $53,100, a third of the total. Two-thirds of the main building was saved and new machinery was ordered, but 250 men were 'out of work'. A new 250 foot long four-story brick warehouse was built.
Russell & Co reportedly started building Steam Traction Engines after their 1878 incorporation, and by 1880, they employed 425 people on a seven acre site, with their own railroad sidetrack.
By 1884, they had become one of the largest producers of steam traction engines, plus building industrial, railroad and agricultural equipment.
By 1909, the 21 acre plant had produced 18,000 farm, traction and stationary engines, plus 22,000 threshing machines. They also made sawmills, pneumatic stackers, feeders and road rollers.
Merger and demise
By 1912, the company was in decline, and it merged with "Griscom-Spencer" Company of New Jersey. They created parts for Naval vessels during World War I, and earned an Army-Navy “E” for excellence during World War II.
In 1962, the company was purchased by Baldwin-Lima-Hamilton Company and the Massillon plant closed, laying off 800 employees).
Products
Steam Tractors
Russell steam traction engines ranged from 6 HP to 150 HP.
•The 1887 6 HP Russell had self-adjusting piston rings, which would not require attention if properly lubricated.
•The 1887 10 HP Russells had a patented friction clutch, reverse gear, equilibrium valve and boiler.
•The 1891 10, 13 and 16 HP models, had throttle lever, brake lever, reverse lever, steam chest, cylinder cocks and rod operating the blower, all within reach from the footboard.
•The 1907 single-cylinder Russells were built with cylinder bore and stroke sizes of 6x8 inches, 7.5x10 inches, 8x10 inches, 8.25x12 inches, 9x13 inches and 10x13 inches. They burned coal or wood.
Steam roller
The first Russell steam roller was introduced about 1910, as a combination of a road roller and a hauling engine. The detachable rear wheel cleats enabled rolling use.
Static steam engines
The 1901 catalogue offered static engines for factory /machine shop work. Listed as 4-Valve Automatic Engines.
Clothes. Check. Maps. Check. Food. Check. Gear. Check. Itinerary. Check. Routes. Check. Accommodation now in lockdown. Check. After weeks of planning, this week’s week in Wales went up the spout yesterday. Seeing in Derbyshire this week the number of people congregating at Stanage made me wonder if I would get away with it. Therefore it came as no surprise seeing the news coming out of Wales and while disappointing, the last thing I want to see are crowds, virus or no virus. So it's probably a day or two at best spent alone with the hares before total lockdown surely comes. And rightly so. Many have taken the lay off from work as fiesta time. The stories coming out of Spain tell a very different story. This virus is clearly not as selective as we probably imagine. Double your efforts today, not tomorrow.
I made it out of work today in time to get to the coast for sunset... ended up exploring a new place just south of Greyhound Rock (seen in the distance)... pretty cool spot to sit and watch the sun go down, and that's what it's really all about- but I really wish I could catch some clouds one of these nights!
Laying off the HDR for a while... this is a single long exposure ;)
First of a series of three watercolour exercises, made just after recommencing painting after a lay off of several decades, with the aim of getting my eyes going again.
These paintings were created with the aid of historic photographs accompanied with on site visits, photographs and sketches.
Apart from the church tower (Derby Cathedral) and the dome of the Corn exchange building just visible on the horizon, all other buildings have disappeared, the brook (Markeaton) now dissappeares into a culvert just before the little bridge, and the road above is now six lanes of inner ring road! The buildings beside the the little river, were demolished not long after the original photo was taken, to make way for the about to be built, Great Northern Railway's Friargate line, which crossed the area on a blue brick viaduct. This also dissappeared for modern development in the 1970's. The building adjacent to the right of the bridge, is the old Apollo Tavern.
La pratique artistique diversifiée de Raphaela Vogel fait fusionner des médias qui sont à première vue opposés: objets, sculptures, collages, peintures, vidéos et musique. Elle éveille ainsi des paysages oniriques qui racontent une histoire tout sauf claire et linéaire. Avec beaucoup d'humour et de légèreté, ses sculptures remettent en question de grandes idéologies telles que l'impérialisme ou le colonialisme. À une époque où les sculptures publiques font l'objet d'un débat à l'échelle internationale, cette artiste casse les codes avec ce qu'elle appelle les medium-sized narratives. C'est la réponse à deux discours: les grandes histoires souvent critiquées que l'on voit illustrées dans les monuments et la micropolitique, qui suppose que l'on peut changer le monde en commençant par soi-même. Tel un compromis entre les deux discours, Raphaela Vogel raconte des histoires 'de taille moyenne', parfaits successeurs des idéologies poussiéreuses et dépassées dont la date de péremption est aujourd'hui plus que passée.
L'artiste s'amuse avec le motif séculaire dans l'histoire de l'art où deux animaux doivent protéger un élément en l'entourant symétriquement, éloignant ainsi le mal. Pour Beaufort, elle choisit deux girafes. Ces dernières essaient de se faire plus grandes en se hissant sur des réfrigérateurs ordinaires en guise de socle. De par leur caractère non menaçant et leur slogan appelant à la reconnaissance des medium-sized narratives, elles introduisent un nouveau type de monument, sans glorification, plus approprié à l'époque actuelle.
Les girafes semblent faire référence à Testreep, l'île qui se trouvait au large de la côte et à laquelle Ostende ('Oost-einde', ou extrémité orientale) doit son nom. Au XVe siècle, cette langue de terre a été définitivement submergée par la mer du Nord. Les fossiles échoués sur le rivage témoignent aujourd'hui encore de l'activité humaine et animale de l'époque. Si des girafes ont déambulé à Testreep? On ne le sait pas (encore), l'artiste s'en remet entièrement à la riche imagination des spectateurs.
Avec beaucoup d'humour et de légèreté, les sculptures de Raphaela Vogel remettent en question de grandes idéologies telles que l'impérialisme ou le colonialisme.
Raphaela Vogel's diverse artistic practice merges media that are at first glance opposed: objects, sculptures, collages, paintings, videos and music. It thus awakens dreamlike landscapes that tell a story that is anything but clear and linear. With a lot of humor and lightness, his sculptures question great ideologies such as imperialism or colonialism. At a time when public sculptures are the subject of international debate, this artist breaks codes with what she calls medium-sized narratives. This is the answer to two discourses: the often criticized great stories that we see illustrated in monuments and micropolitics, which assumes that we can change the world by starting with ourselves. Like a compromise between the two discourses, Raphaela Vogel tells 'medium-sized' stories, perfect successors of dusty and outdated ideologies whose expiration date is now more than passed.
The artist plays with the centuries-old motif in art history where two animals must protect an element by surrounding it symmetrically, thus warding off evil. For Beaufort, she chooses two giraffes. The latter try to make themselves bigger by hoisting themselves on ordinary refrigerators as a base. By their non-threatening character and their slogan calling for the recognition of medium-sized narratives, they introduce a new type of monument, without glorification, more appropriate to the present day.
Giraffes seem to refer to Testreep, the island that lay off the coast and to which Ostend ('Oost-einde', or eastern end) owes its name. In the 15th century, this tongue of land was permanently submerged by the North Sea. Fossils washed up on the shore still bear witness to human and animal activity at the time. If giraffes roamed Testreep? We do not know (yet), the artist relies entirely on the rich imagination of the spectators.
With a lot of humor and lightness, Raphaela Vogel's sculptures challenge great ideologies such as imperialism or colonialism.
A bunch of new dudes arrives in Victoria's studio, which seems to be some kind of teleportation window to Trolliwood. Since the members of this infamous gang are not in the story yet, let's just call them Dude 1, Dude 2 etc. starting from the left...
Dude 1: "You can burn my house, steal my car, drink my liquor from and old fruit jar. Do anything that you wanna do, but uh-uh, honey, lay off of my big brown cigar!"
Dude 2: "It's a pity they didn't have actual cigs. I hear there's a guy here who keeps smoking them all away."
Dude 3: "He doesn't live in this house, though. Look! There's pictures of him on those magazine covers! He must be famous!"
Dude 5 (in the back): "I hear he's a singer. I think he's going to record his debut album in this studio. I'm touching this mic just in case!"
Dude 6: "This looks cosy. I could settle down here."
Dude 7: "Me too! Now where can I hang my jacket?"
Dude 8: "I was here first! I'm already sitting, dudes!"
Dude 4: "Is it just me, or do you guys think someone is looking at us? Right theeeere."
Here in our small town, we have very few restaurants. With surging cases of Covid-19, our governor has once again mandated that restaurants close except for carryout. This local restaurant was closed Tuesday night dealing with the reality of either permanently closing and laying off all their staff or defy orders and try to stay open. There are no good solutions right now. Our communities won't be the same when this pandemic is over. It is so very sad. My prayers go out to so many who have been impacted.
BLUE SUEDE SHOES ~ written by Elvis Presley
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Well, it's one for the money
Two for the show
Three to get ready
Now go, cat, go
But don't you
Step on my blue suede shoes
Well you can do anything
But stay off of my blue suede shoes
Well, you can knock me down
Step in my face
Slander my name all over the place
Well do anything that you want to do
But uh-uh, honey lay off of them shoes
And don't you step on my blue suede shoes
Well, you can do anything
But stay off of my blue suede shoes
Let's go, cat!
Ah, walk the dog
You can burn my house
Steal my car
Drink my liquor
From an old fruit jar
Well do anything that you want to do
But uh-uh, honey lay off of my shoes
And don't you
Step on my blue suede shoes
Well, you can do anything
But stay off of my blue suede shoes
Rock it
Yeah
Well, it's one for the money
Two for the…
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128/365 -Around the house - Day 128
~Jim Davis
Food Week Continues! When I was little, I thought carrot cake sounded like the worst possible food combination: something I loved dearly (cake) wretchedly combined with something I hated (carrots). But then I grew up, finally tried some, and it has been a heart-thumping love affair that has lasted for years.
So now I ask myself almost daily: can cake be bad for you as a breakfast item if it has fruit & veggies in it? I think not.
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Without a shadow of a doubt such an environment acts deffinitely as a brain stimulus ... It helps you to focus your thoughts and to concentrate on your goals ... And when given the opportunity, It helps you to lay off, take a big breath and relax !!!
If I was given a second opportunity, this would have been the place I would have chosen to study !!!!
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en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Malam_Jabba#
Malam Jabba (also Maalam Jabba, Urdu: مالم جبہ) is a Hill Station in the Karakoram mountain range nearly 40 km from Saidu Sharif in Swat Valley, Khyber Pakhtunkhwa, Pakistan. It is 314 km from Islamabad and 51 km from Saidu Sharif Airport.
Malam Jabba is home to the only ski resort in Pakistan.[1] The area also contains two Buddhist stupas and six monasteries that are scattered around the resort. The presence of the monuments at such a height indicates that the area has been inhabited for over 2000 years.
Two trekking trails are located near the Malam Jabba resort. The first passes through the Ghorband Valley and Shangla Top and starts about 18 km from the resort. The other trail passes through the Sabonev Valley and is about 17 km from the resort.
Malam Jabba ski resort
The Malam Jabba Ski Resort, owned by the Pakistani Tourism Development Corporation, had a ski slope of about 800 m with the highest point of the slope 2804 m (9200 ft) above sea level. Malam Jabba Ski Resort was the joint effort of the Pakistan government with its Austrian counterpart. The resort was equipped with modern facilities including roller/ice-skating rinks, chair lifts, skiing platforms, telephones and snow clearing equipment.[citation needed]
In late June 2008, the Malam Jabba Ski Resort was set on fire and destroyed after being closed for more than a year. Residents said a large portion of the resort had been reduced to ashes and the militants also damaged chairlifts and a tower belonging to the meteorological department. The Pakistani government had long since lost control over the administration and security of the valley and had abandoned the resort, laying off its employees there. This was due to the war in the Swat valley between government security forces and Taliban militias (who were likely relocating from nearby FATA and Afghanistan).[2] The Pakistani government accepted a Taliban truce in the Swat valley.[3] The Taliban started infiltrating armed members into the adjoining state of Buner and openly invited Osama bin Laden. In May 2009 however the army started an offensive against the Taliban and retook the town.[4] The ski hill at the resort has now been rebuilt and is fully operational.[5] The ski track has undergone reconstruction and rehabilitation.The hotel is still awaiting reconstruction.
Tough times up at the manor....The word on the street is that the lord is laying off some of his staff...apparently he's down to one butler.....they say he might even have to clean his own shoes.
i'm something of an insomniac tonight... one with very bizarre cravings, e.g. for a block of parmesan cheese & red onions, tropical skittles, tequila, & turkey chili... not sure what this is about, but in the words of chris farley, "LAY OFF ME I'M STARRRRRRVING"