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Medieval Days on Medvedgrad // Medvedgrad (pronounced [mědʋedɡraːd]; Croatian for bear-town or city of bears) is a medieval fortified town located on the south slopes of Medvednica mountain, approximately halfway from the Croatian capital Zagreb to the mountain top Sljeme. The fortress was constructed after the Mongol invasion of 1242 when the city of Zagreb was destroyed and burned to the ground.
Being green-lighted virtually all the way to La Crescent, MN 270 flies like the wind down the River Sub. They only had a few meets and 270 held the main every time, including the meet with 199. Somebody somewhere wanted this train to MOVE, and move it did.
A photogtaph taken when I and my two lovely friends headed out to the beach and made a bonfire for the second time during our week at the Baltic Sea shore.
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Beside taking interesting characters in the street while they were in their midst of action, I also like to take Stranger's Street Portrait. Last saturday while walking the street with Foxsama www.flickr.com/photos/foxsama/ I managed to captured two stranger street portraits. This is my 2nd stranger portrait for the day. The 1st stranger was a lady who initiated the portrait shooting.
His name is Raja
How I captured this image?
As Foxsama and I were walking passing these two characters who distributed FREE Newspaper, the lady shouted at me "LIVERPOOL!". I turned and ask her if she is also a Liverpool FC fan. She said, "YES!" Oppurtunity open and I grab it by saying, "then I should capture your image!" which she gladly posed for me. I turned around to move on but I heard another call, "LIVERPOOL!". It's from this man which is another opportunity for another portrait. I said, "Yes! You also a Liverpool FC Fan! Then I should capture your image also". He also posed gladly for my camera. We did introduce ourselves but I do not write it down. We parted with joy and gladness as Foxsama is wondering from a distance as to what has happened to John and how he did that.
So I could not include them in my 100 Strangers project as I do not have enough info on them.
Dance: MOVE! - Jelina Dance Pack [Vol. 3]
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⬇ WHAT I AM WEARING ⬇
♥ ꜱᴘᴏɴꜱᴏʀꜱ ♥
Shoes: BREATHE - Sakori Heels [Fatpack]
@ The Fifty -- Event Dates: Aug 25-Sept 20, 2023
Top: Muni's - T-Shirt Crop Top [Reborn]
✈︎ @ Reborn Event -- Event Dates: Aug 22-Sept 7, 2023
Bottom: TENEBRE - Domino Pants
✈︎ @ Reborn Event -- Event Dates: Aug 22-Sept 7, 2023
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I almost almost made this my 52 week picture for this week, but I don't want a whole bunch of pictures of myself.
But I still wanted to share it because the editing took a while and it was my first time using adjustment layers (which I don't understand at all). These are some more of my senior pictures whoop whoop.
Like my facebook page please?
Blick von der Kandel (1.241 m) in Richtung Freiburg und Rheintal am letzten Sonntagvormittag.
Auch wenn ich im Moment zwei Wochen Urlaub habe, bleibt mir kaum Zeit wegzufahren, da einiges erledigt werden muss. Unter anderem arbeite ich am Artwork für zwei Alben von befreundeten Musikern, die ihr Album jeweils noch dieses Jahr veröffentlichen wollen.
Soundtrack: Tom Petty - Crawling back to you
Ein wunderschönes Stück von seinem Soloalbum "Wildflowers", das ich sehr mag.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=sL4ThLS7F94
Wünsche euch allen noch eine angenehme Restwoche!
Here are photos of our fourth maker art class for lower school children at the Lycée Français in Sausalito. Students are now making a Chinese New Year Wonderbox, creating a small diorama with an animal from the Chinese Zodiac in a decorated cardboard box -- combining art and technology to bring their work to life.
In this class, children started working on their animal characters, using wood figures we made earlier with a laser cutter. They explored different ways to make their animals move, using hobby motors connected to a AA batteries with alligator clips.
Students loved this activity, and all succeeded in making their motors work and animate their art, as this video shows. This hands-on, project-based activity seems effective for teaching how electricity and motors work, in a playful way that makes science more fun. The children are responding well to this approach: they learn by doing and seem engaged by the freedom to create their own interactive art.
Next week, they will add LEDs for the eyes, decorate their animals and install them in their boxes. You can follow our progress in our Maker Art photo album, where we post weekly updates: www.flickr.com/photos/fabola/albums/72157663074065150
Many thanks to my associate Cynthia Gilbert, who provides invaluable help in the classroom on a volunteer basis — as well as school parent Jules Maeght, Josephine’s dad, who kindly offered to give us a hand today. We’re very lucky to have so many generous collaborators on this project. Merci!
View more maker art photos in this Flickr album: www.flickr.com/photos/fabola/albums/72157663074065150
Learn more about this art maker course: bit.ly/maker-art-sausalito-2016
Learn more about the Wonderbox program: bit.ly/wonderbox-overview
Power move coming off the Illinois central with a SD70 IC leading and a BC Rail and re painted Grand Trunk GP38 trailing.
The Move, ‘Blackberry Way’, 1968. Late Sixties psychedelic tinged pop. The Move for a short while were like early Pink Floyd. They had proper pop hits like ‘I Can Hear the Grass Grow’ but also played underground clubs like UFO frequented by proper freaks and heads, man. Regal Zonophone was also home to early Tyrannosaurus Rex. The Seventies came and the Move split into Wizzard and ELO (‘the band the Beatles could have been’). Tyrannosaurus Rex became T.Rex. Groovy became Glam…
"Move and the way will open"
It is time for me to make a move and branch out on my own with my art. I am growing into my own style, so this piece has a lot of meaning for me.
A special look for a CEFX covered hopper between Canoe & Flomaton, Alabama on the CSX M&M Subdivision.
Fun fact: A guy got stabbed six times at the club across the street from this building the night I took this picture.
I really like how the cars at the bottom turned out.
And I really love having a tripod.
No post production at all.
Also, this officially brings my monthly usage to a halt. Luckily, tomorrow's the last day of August! I used all 100mb! I'm so proud!
A pair of horses about to move off with the plough at Ramsey Rural Museum annual Plough day. Picture taken by Linda Pond.
THE HAZZARD RANGE HERALD
9:22 AM Saturday 5/26/2018
Hazzard Range county sheriff's office Deputy Shawn Ridge took a report of larceny in the 200 ( Cat’s Marine and Auto repair ) of Winter cove rd . Scene investigated and cleared .
~~~~~~~~~ NOTE NOT REPORTED IN THE PAPER ~~~~~~~~
Winter Cove rd that runes from NM state rd 168 to Winter cove a subdivision in northern of part of county along Eagle lake. Also in the area is Narrow cove marina ,is the northern boat ramp on the lake and with drought won't be long before ramp is closed . The marina has already been moved south about 2 miles to Desert cove . The other deputy with him is Deputy Miles Gallegos who is train and will be attending the state law enforcement Academy in the fall
After an extensive overhaul, GWR/BR Manor 7820 "Dinmore Manor" makes its first moves on Saturday 15th March 2014
Much moved and ill treated before they came to their present position in the north aisle bereft of their alabaster table base lies Sir Nicholas Longford 1610 of Longford, The Hough & Whittington, with his 3rd wife Margaret Markham 1620
Nicholas was the only son of Ralph Longford 1544 & Dorothy flic.kr/p/6xfByq daughter of Anthony FitzHerbert of Norbury & Matilda Cotton flic.kr/p/2kyiD2m who m2 Sir John Porte of Etwall flic.kr/p/6xfzyQ
Of his 3 sisters - Maud m (2nd wife) Sir George Vernon at Bakewell flic.kr/p/dA7vCG & Elizabeth m Sir Humphrey Dethick at Hartshorne www.flickr.com/gp/52219527@N00/jHF9XQ
He was educated in Pembroke, Cambridge in 1550 and the Inner Temple in 1553.
Nicholas inherited from his father an impoverished estate, causing him to have to sell his remaining lands in Derby and Staffordshire (apart from Longford) in 1571 to John Fleetwood of Heskyn, near Preston. Fleetwood originally servant to Sir Thomas Audley, Attorney for the Duchy of Lancaster and afterwards Lord Chancellor. The remaining property in Lancashire, at Longford and Withington, was sold in 1580 to Nicholas Mosley, at one time Lord Mayor of London ;
Nicholas is styled "equester aurens" (golden knight) on his tomb inscription, probably gaining his knighthood from King James 1.
He m1 Elizabeth daughter of Ralph Okeover of Oakover by Matilda daughter of Sir William Bassett of Blore
He m2 Margaret / Martha daughter of Sir Robert Southwell, of Mereworth Kent; Master of the Rolls
He m3 Margaret daughter of Thomas Markham of Allerton 1620
Nicholas was a Roman Catholic and a recusant in the reign of Elizabeth l
Apart from his election as a knight of the shire for Derbyshire in 1559, possibly due to the importance of his connections, and sheriff in 1568-9, he never gained any position in county government. Possibly to prove his loyalty, he was, however, appointed a commissioner to assess the value of the lands and goods of John Sacheverell, a fellow Catholic who had fled abroad. His religious beliefs eventually caused him trouble. In September 1581 the 6th Earl of Shrewsbury who was housing Mary , Queen of Scots, was ordered to send him to London, if he was in a fit condition to travel, while in 1585 Humphrey Bridges his former servant accused him of having a secret correspondence with the queen who had urged him to be steadfast in his religion, promising to make him a duke and to make his chaplain archbishop of Canterbury, when she attained power. As a result he was again called before the Privy Council in London, and was committed to the Marshalsea in June 1585.
By the end of 1594, however, he had apparently conformed. In a letter to Robert Cecil he stated that he had been satisfied by some of his learned friends regarding his former scruples, and he had already attended divine service in divers public presences. He also said "My suit is, that as you have power so you will help to deliver me from those former dangers and troubles I have incurred by my recusancy".
During the reign of James l , he again reverted to Catholicism. and his name is included in a list of unconvicted recusants, drawn up in 1609
Despite having married 4 times, he left no surviving children. The last of his branch of the male line, his heir was his sister Elizabeth wife of Humphrey Dethick at Hartshorne, who gained the Newton Solney lands.
(By a will now in possession of Earl Egerton of Tatton - but revoked in 1578 - his remaining estate was left to Maud Hastings and Francis Dethick dsp 1595 with remainder to Richard Longford 1604 and William, his brother, sons of Thomas Longford third son of Sir Ralph Longford 1513)
However his last wife Margaret persuaded him to leave her some remaining property and for the sum of £5000 In October 1615 she signed a release along with George Markham, Charles Markham, and Thomas Markham, her brothers, and Katherine Rediche, to Sir Edward Coke, flic.kr/p/fKhLer Thomas Coventrye and John Pepys, of the manor and lordship of Longford, the advowson of the church, the capital messuage called Woodhouse there, Longford Park and closes in Longford parish, and all those messuages, etc., in Malmerton, Bubton, Thurvaston, Shirley, Hollington, Rodeslye and Ardeslye which were formerly part of the possession of the said Nicholas Longford, deceased. (soon after Clement Coke 6th son of the Sir Edward became possess of the estate, his wife being descended from the Rediche / Deithick and Longfords )
- Church of St Chad, Longford Derbyshire
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Yesterday, on Valentine's Day, Tutku decided to move out to Heaven.
She was 1.5 year old.
The absolutely amazing thing is, it happened on Valentine's Day - and last year on Valentine's Day, as you may remember, Pompon passed away, too.
So, my both dwarf girls decided to chose that special day.
Istn't that touching? And what could it mean?
Tutku had something in her belly... It's been there for about a month, or maybe more, growing.
Like a big pebble in her little belly.
So, this was expected.
I'm amazed she lived with it for so long... and still managed to function normally.
She never stopped eating.
She was so shockingly brave!
I found her peacefully asleep in her little "House of the Mouse" house.
She was lying on her back with paws up, no signs of fighting or anything.
Looks like she just drifted away in her sleep.
So that's a perfect way to go.
She was the sweetest dwarf hammie I can imagine. The total opposite of Pompon. She even put up with being stroked and cuddled. And I never had a hamster who'd tolearate that!
Tutku was a gentle, placid, very contemplative lil girl.
She always used to think twice (or more) before doing anything.
She was already an angel here on earth.
She leaves me with only monster piggie Balbinka and Migotka & Kokosanka, who are both such lifeless, no-fun grumps... and gettign older (it shows, especially with Kokosanka).
Which makes me miss Tutku even more.
Play in peace with Pompon, sweetest Tutku.
Love you Forever xxx
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A new chapter for Pataphysical Studios started today, as we moved the 'Pataphysical Slot Machine to a new home. Our poetic oracle made its maiden journey to the hilltop ranch of Drs. Canard and Figurine, after six years of art incubation in Dr. Rindbrain’s backyard.
The move went very smoothly, with a fine crew of goggled pataphysicians on hand. It took us about four hours to load, unload and set up the exhibit, on a balmy Saturday afternoon. Getting the electronics connected took about an hour — and we got it all working, with a bit of soldering and ritual incantations.
We celebrated this historic occasion with a shot of absinthe and lots of good cheer. Ubu and the Slot Machine seem to fit right in their new home: a lovely guest room with a private entrance, overlooking an idyllic garden with views of the bay.
We plan to host viewing parties and open studios every few months, so others in our community can get to experience the Slot Machine and its magical wonderboxes. Long live Ubu!
View more 'Pataphysical photos: www.flickr.com/photos/fabola/albums/72157623637793277
Watch 'Pataphysical videos: vimeo.com/album/3051039
Learn more about Pataphysical Studios: pataphysics.us/
A work i've done for a monthly project of the school. the context was: "people in contrast".
I wanted to show up how stupid it is to hate other people. Move open minded thou the world and move other people to reflect their actions. Done give prejudices any chances.
August 22
Time to move on again, leave Cody and head for the mountains again. We sleep until nearly eight, having finally killed the jet lag. We have breakfast, then a shower and pack. We have a case of dirty laundy, so we decide to seek out a laundramat, which is where I am writing this, as our dirty washing is cleaned.
You see a different America here, but again everyone is friendly, and its no real chore. Later we have an hour’s drive to Lovell, and from there a mountain road will take us to our cabin in the woods. Everyone was friendly though, and wanted to know where we were from, something to do with the accents I suppose. But in 45 minutes, we have two loads washed and dried, and I have filled the car up too, so we were good to go.
But Cody to Lovell was just an hour’s run, so we were hoping for something to do once we got there, maybe some lunch.
The road ran flat through farming country, beside a canal and ralway line in pretty much a dead straight line. Passed through a couple of small towns, didn’t stop, and where the land rose, there were derricks, pumping oil to the surface as they have done for over a hundred years.
We came to Lovel, not in a the “high country” at all, just 3500 feet above sea level, and pretty much stretched out along the main road through town, some run down motels, a cinema that seemed to be closed, but is only open now at weekends, but is a handsme art deco pile.
I hear the whistle of a train, so we race through a residential neighbourhoos to a level crossing, just in time to see two huge locomotives haul three wagons past. A bit over the top with the horsepower there.
We cruise the town looking for a place to eat; we looked at a place called The Branding Iron, but seemed that all parking was taken, so we go to a place called the food court. There are three franchies in there, all run by the same people. So we have subs and soda, and sit down to watch the locals have their lunch. Three smartly dressed young men in shirts and ties from the local church; two workers from Pepsico, stopping by to sample their company’s wares, and various other locals; farmers, mechanics and ladies who luch. Even there.
After eating we drive north into the Bigh Horn Valley park, thing. Through more countryside which then gave way to rolling bleak hills, where it seemed oil was being extracted from sand, big machinery was breaking the land up, and what they were going stained the ground black.
I stop us off at a bend in the river, hoping that this was the famous horseshoe bend, biut it wasn’t. The river was slow and lazy, and the valley sides shallow here anyway. But the air was rich in butterflies and dragonflies, so we spend a good half hour chasing the buggers round.
Back in the car and up the valley, where we see a family of deers or goats feeding at the side of the road, they stay long enough for Jools and I to get shots before they wander off back into the boondocks from whence they came.
Even further up there is a road to the Devil’s Overlook, or something similar. So we go down not expecting much. Nut what we find is a mini, not so mini, Grand Canyon, with an overlook of a sharp bend in the river, hundreds of feet below, and on each side, the canyon walls rise vertically hundreds of feet. We can look down on vultures as they glide by us, maybe them thinking we were not that close to dying, yet.
In three sides of the car park, the ground dropped away to the valley below, and at one point, and Tony would love this, I could see the ground below the cliff through a gap in the rocks, making ot trees the size of moss maybe 500 feet below.
We meet a group of three gentlement, two from UK, so we talk for a good twenty minutes about the eclipse, Yellowstone and Lovell. There are here for three weeks or more, and had just driven up from Houston, Texas to be here in time for the ec;ipse. What a road trip that must have been to do in two days.
We were hot and bothered; the car told us it was 32 degrees outside. We had changed the settings from F to C. But we were thirsty, and so went back down to Lovell to a store to buy supplies and something cool to drink. We get two quarts of orange juice, some beers and cider, so are set for the trip to the lodge and cabins.
To be honest, I just booked the cabins, and that was way back in October, so did not know what to expect. We had tried GSV to see what the area was like, but seemed that down in the valley and up in the hills they liked to name roads with numbers. So instead of looking at Forest Road 13, we were looking at Road 13, which lead to a farm our something.
We followed the intstuctions from the lodge, though more rolling farmalnd, but all the times the hills in the distance were getting nearer. THe road had a warning sign, severe grades ahead. Serious stuff.
The road passed over a causeway of a lake at the foothills of the hills. I mean, I say hills, thurns out they were 5,000 feet above the plain, and anywhere else would be called mountains. Anyway, for 5 miles the road ran in a dead straight line, but above we could see a line in the hills, showing where, we guessed, the road went up. And up.
After a bend to the left, the road began to climb; twising and turning, but climbing at an alarming gradients, going roand hairpin bends, and leaving the plain in a pastel coloured haze far below.
Near the top, trees begen to grow; firs and other evergreen trees. The road had reached the top, and turned away from the cliffs. Through brightly coloured meadows until there was a sign to the lodge, one mile down a rough track through a forest.
Halfway down we came across a doe deer, ears erect and wide eyed, but we passed her by, turning sharp leftdown the final few hundred yards to the lodge. We park up and go in reception and are shown round; this is free, this is free, that is included, there is an honesty bar for beer, and your cabin is the last on the left.
We go down to the cabin, a neat wooden affair, insdie two bunk beds, a fridge, microwave, toilet and shower And we would have no neighbours, and a view onto an alpine meadow and trees leading to a rounded summit. In the wildflowers nearby, I could see a host of butterflies. Without waiting, I grabbed my camera and went hunting.
More blues, more frililleries, more Clouded Yellows and Coppers. Lovely, and all willing to bask, or most were anyway.
Dinner was at half six, all included. Baked chicken and pasta with salad. It is without dount, the healthiest meal we have had since landing in America, and very welcome. We have a bottle of Asti too, seems right to celebrate our wonderful holiday.
Needless to say, a long day in the high temperatures down on the plain, and a bottle of fizz meant we were sleepy heads by half eight, but did stay awake until after dark to see the Milky Way high over the cabin, but photographing it wl have to wait for tomorrow.
Williamsburg was founded as Middle Plantation in 1638 and was renamed Williamsburg when the colonial capitol was moved from Jamestown in 1699. Governor Francis Nicholson developed one of the first city plans in British Colonial North America (Philadelphia, Annapolis, and Savannah are others). He connected the College (William and Mary) to the new Capitol with a wide street named the Duke of Gloucester Street. A cross axis (Palace Green) allowed for sweeping views to the center of the city from the palace.
The Williamsburg Historic District is on the National Register #66000925, and also a National Historic Landmark.