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The secrets of the mind convene splendidly,
Though the mind is meek.
To be aware inwardly
of brain and beauty
Is dark too recognizable.
Thought looking out on thought
Makes one an eye:
Which it shall be, both decide.
One is with the mind alone,
The other is with other thoughts gone
To be seen from afar and not known.
When openly these inmost sights
Flash and speak fully,
Each head at home shakes hopelessly
Of being never ready to see self
And sees a universe too soon.
The immense surmise swims round and round
And heads grow wise
With their own bigness beatified
In cosmos, and the idiot size
Of skulls spells Nature on the ground,
While ears listening the wrong way report
Echoes first and hear words before sounds
Because the mind, being quiet, seems late.
By ears words are copied into books,
By letters minds are taught self-ignorance.
From mouths spring forth vocabularies
To the assemblage of strange objects
Grown foreign to the faithful countryside
Of one king, poverty,
Of one line, humbleness.
Unavowed and false horizons claim pride
For spaces in the head
The native head sees outside.
The flood of wonder rushing from the eyes
Returns lesson by lesson.
The mind, shrunken of time,
Overflows too soon.
The complete vision is the same
As when the world-wideness began
Worlds to describe
The excessiveness of man.
But man's right portion rejects
The surplus in the whole.
This much, made secret first,
Now makes
The knowable, which was
Thought's previous flesh,
And gives instruction of substance to its intelligence
As far as flesh itself,
As bodies upon themselves to where
Understanding is the head
And the identity of breath and breathing are established
And the voice opening to cry: I know,
Closes around the entire declaration
With this evidence of immortality—
The total silence to say:
I am dead.
For death is all ugly, all lovely,
Forbids mysteries to make
Science of splendor, or any separate disclosing
Of beauty to the mind out of body's book
That page by page flutters a world in fragments,
Permits no scribbling in of more
Where spaces are,
Only to look.
Body as Body lies more than still.
The rest seems nothing and nothing is
If nothing need be.
But if need be,
Thought not divided anyway
Answers itself, thinking
All open and everything.
Dead is the mind that parted each head.
But now the secrets of the mind convene
Without pride, without pain
To any onlookers.
What they ordain alone
Cannot be known
The ordinary way of eyes and ears
But only prophesied
If an unnatural mind, refusing to divide,
Dies immediately
Of too plain beauty
Foreseen within too suddenly,
And lips break open of astonishment
Upon the living mouth and rehearse
Death, that seems a simple verse
And, of all ways to know,
Dead or alive, easiest.
--Laura Riding Jackson
Tiny Green Line trains meet on the Lake St. elevated.
For a big version of that other one, see the blog.
Royal Air Force BAC Jet Provosts on the line at RAF Cosford in June 2009.
The Jet Provost was once the mainstay of the RAF's fast-jet training syllabus with the T.5 - the final 'pressurised' version, notable by it's lack of tip-tanks, enlarged cockpit and nose strakes.
This one, an ex No.1 FTS T.5 XW410/80-MR was amongst several previously based there, regularly towed around the airfield by personnel on the ground handling training course, part of the curriculum offered at the RAF School of Technical Training.
Most, if not all have been sold off - presumably snapped up by the 'warbird' fraternity.
HDR Tonemapping off a single frame
Taken from the High Line in New York City's Chelsea District. The High Line was an elevated train track built in the 1930's to serve the transportation needs of the city's meatpacking industry. It was restored over the past decade as a nearly two mile promenade. This is an example of the art that is displayed along the High Line.
Alright, so before you start thinking worms and other creepy-crawly things, let me just say this is actually... sugar :)
So we've melted some sugar, squeezed a few drops of lemon juice for good luck, then we've extruded the treacly stuff and gave it a serious spin. The rest is merely run-of-the mill psychedelic Photoshoping :)
Taken for ODC - A Colored Line
In World War 2 the Western Command Stop Line No.6 ran from Tamworth via Trent Valley, E side of Stoke-on-Trent, to Macclesfield and Stockport, thence to 6 miles SE of Manchester. This line of fortifications was designed to resist an invasion force coming from the east. In a field north of Hopwas, not far from the start of the line, is this pillbox close to the River Tame and easily seen from the West Coast main line.
An impressive line up of Spitfires at the Imperial War Museum Duxford. All aircraft were capable of flight and ranged from a Mark 1 to a Mark 19
West Midlands Trains Class 350 'Desiro' No. 350122 approaches Bloxwich on 25th July 2019, while forming service 1Y34 1019 Rugeley Trent Valley - London Euston. Note how the track has been lowered under Sneyd Lane bridge in order to accommodate the overhead line equipment. Copyright Photograph John Whitehouse - all rights reserved
excuse the terrible quick photos i have to run out to a doctors appoitment, i'll take better/more in detail comparisons asap!
(im watching spongebob yes... haha)
South Wimbledon Underground Station (Northern Line), 1 May 2023. The station was opened by the City and South London Railway (C&SLR) in September 1926 on the Morden extension southwards from the C&SLR’s Camden Town/Euston – Clapham Common line, first proposed before WWI. The intention was to name the station Merton Grove but on opening it was called South Wimbledon. However, from 1928 South Wimbledon (Merton) appeared on tube maps (and may have been on platform roundels from opening) but not on the station façade which continued to show simply South Wimbledon. In any case, from about 1950 the Merton was dropped from all signage and maps.
The Chief Architect of the Underground Electric Railways of London (the umbrella company for the C&SLR) was the experienced Charles Heap who presented his designs of the proposed stations to the General Manager of the UERL, Frank Pick. But Pick did not like them, thinking them too conservative. Unusually, he commissioned the Architect Charles Holden of the practice Adams, Holden & Pearson to design the stations which must have been a real snub to Heaps. Nonetheless, there seems to have developed a good working relationship between the two notwithstanding Holden holding the predominant position with Pick.
South Wimbledon station is typical of Holden’s first work for the UERL being in Modernist style and clad in Portland Stone and a three part glazed screen in the centre of the double height façade divided by two columns with capitals which are a three-dimensional depiction of the Underground roundel, whilst the central part of the glazed screen contains a large roundel. The station was built with a shop each side, again a typical Holden feature. The station is Grade II listed.
Pictured is an original sign on the southbound platform assuring passengers they are on the Morden platform.
Sarcophagus of a Husband and Wife, with Hymenaios, the Spirit of Marriage
Glyptothek, look here for a brief guide.
P8223402
The old Oberon to Hazelgrove/Tarana Railway line. Last train to run on these tracks was in 1972. This line is now gradually being restored.
Oberon, NSW.
Former Milwaukee Road. This bad boy had been blocked for several hours. Once the train on the near track pulled out, the light went to shit. I had to lean against a post and open the shutter to 30 to get this. Oh, well, some days you just can't win.
K Line Travel of Huddersfield: (YJ07 JWC) a Wright Cadet bodied DAF SB120, painted in white and blue fleet livery. This vehicle is captured in Huddersfield whilst operating a journey on service 319 to Newsome.
© Christopher Lowe.
Date: 16th August 2008.
Ref No. 0017578.
Line is working in one of the many bijouteri shops in the centre of Copenhagen, and she accepted without any hesitation my request for letting me take a couple of shots for my extended Strangers project. This is one of the few colour shots in the project, - I just couldn't resist her red hair which I find suits her perfectly.
Thanks for accepting my request Line, I hope you like the photo.
#111 in my 200 strangers project, find out more about the project and see pictures taken by other photographers at: www.100Strangers.com.
Overhead power line
An overhead power line is an electric power transmission line suspended by towers or utility poles. Since most of the insulation is provided by air, overhead power lines are generally the lowest-cost method of transmission for large quantities of electric energy. Towers for support of the lines are made of wood (as-grown or laminated), steel (either lattice structures or tubular poles), concrete, aluminum, and occasionally reinforced plastics. The bare wire conductors on the line are generally made of aluminum (either plain or reinforced with steel, or sometimes composite materials), though some copper wires are used in medium-voltage distribution and low-voltage connections to customer premises. A major goal of overhead power line design is to maintain adequate clearance between energized conductors and the ground so as to prevent dangerous contact with the line. Today overhead lines are routinely operated at voltages exceeding 765,000 volts between conductors, with even higher voltages possible in some cases.
Photo taken my Michael Kappel
View the high resolution image on my Photo website
These are a combination of continuous, blind and point to point drawing. I find that not lifting my pen helps me keep my eyes focussed on the subject.
Thing is...I think I was so focussed that my imagination kicked in and I was seeing a whole dialogue happening with these humble 'characters' from my kitchen. Actually it wasn't a dialogue but an altercation of sorts. Not sure what it was about. Oh dear, do proper artists have distractions such as this?!