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Indian chicken:
red pepper*courgette*onion*sweetcorn
root ginger*cumin seeds*curry leaves
garlic*rice*poppadoms
for Smile on Saturday:on forks
I met this young man (Lee) as I had lunch and a beer in the "Exeter Phoenix; a Multi-use arts venue with film and gig auditorium, gallery spaces, recording studio and a cafe-bar.
I hope he does well.
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In life's reflection, we glance,
Through moments of song and dance.
With laughter we thrive,
In shadows we strive,
Each step, a unique, cosmic trance!
Taunton, Somerset, UK.
Gentle persistent rain. At first it feels OK but you gradually get soaking wet.
A bit like a "frog in hot water".
Urban myth has it that if you put a frog in a pot of boiling water it will instantly leap out. But if you put it in a pot filled with pleasantly tepid water and gradually heat it, the frog will remain in the water until it boils to death. Allegedly, the frog is not able to detect the gradual increase in temperature until it's too late.
The story is often used as a metaphor for the inability or unwillingness of people to react to or be aware of sinister threats that arise gradually rather than suddenly.
According to modern biologists the premise is false: changing location is a natural thermoregulation strategy for frogs and other ectotherms, and is necessary for survival in the wild. A frog that is gradually heated will jump out. Furthermore, a frog placed into already boiling water will die immediately, not jump out.
Wellington Somerset,UK.
Anyone who saw Neil Oliver's documentary on Orkney may recognise this location - a small abandoned island, last inhabited over 40 years ago. I was fortunate to be able to visit with a friend who is a relative of the owners.
Not the easiest of locations to get to, our trip turned into a bit of an adventure. The landing was awkward, due to swells of the waves, but we had an enjoyable time roaming the island for a couple of hours with one of the island's owners while the fishing boat went about its business. When it came time to get back onto the boat, the swells were much more severe. We tossed our rucksacks into the boat, but it was deemed too dangerous for us. The boat backed off, then one of the fishermen decided to throw the rucksack containing all our food and water back to us as they had no idea when they might be able to come back. Very sadly, that rucksack containing a camera, wallet and our food and drink, landed in the swells and was swept out to sea, no chance of recovering it - the owner of the rucksack was understandably very distraught! We were then faced with the very real possibility of having to spend the night on the island, with no food or even the most basic of comforts, only one of the old cottages still has a reasonable roof. Fortunately, after a couple of hours, the swells did subside a little and we were finally able to return to the boat with some difficulty. As the weather was forecast to worsen later that day, we might have been well and truly stuck...and very hungry!
Hopefully this image captures the haunting moodiness of the island. Other than seabirds, the only inhabitants now are a small herd of feral cattle that manage to survive the harsh conditions.
Explored April 7, 2017.
I was sorting through my photos and came across this one of my favorite teh from a hawker on Neil Road. I feel like I'm having deja vu or similar, I thought I shared this shot a while ago, but it's neither here nor in my Facebook gallery. Mystery! Mystery!
This hawker was great, when I was working on Neil Road I would stop by his stall every morning and order the same thing. After a week or so he remembered who I was and had my favorite prepared by the moment he could see me walking from down the street. When I would take a vacation and come back after several days of absence, he would ask, "What happened? I thought you got kidnapped or got into some kind of accident!"
The great Neil Armstrong, who died yesterday, photographed at Las Vegas's MGM Grand in 2008. My colleague Ian Gav and I were on assignment there and I know that - for him even more than me - our privilege to hear him speak and to frame him through the lenses of our cameras was one of our lives' unforgettable moments.
"How lucky we are to live in this time: the first moment in human history when we are, in fact, visiting other worlds." - Carl Sagan, A Glorious Dawn.
Las Vegas, 2008.
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31st May 2009.
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Jazz keyboard player Neil Cowley performing at the Turner Sims Concert Hall in Southampton, England.
Matt and I first met Neil months ago on one of our neighborhood walks during our 365 project. He is the manager of a local metal recycling plant/warehouse, and he told us anytime we wanted to come by to shoot, feel free.
We were pretty excited at the opportunity to shoot inside on days of inclement weather. So, every day during our lunch walks, we would pass by. No Neil, doors closed tight. Still we persevered, until it became a running joke with us. "Go by Neil's?" "Sure, why not." "OOOOOHHHHHH, not here." And off we would go.
Fast forward to today. Beautiful sunny day, and who should we run into. Neil. He immediately invited us in and gave us a tour of the facility. Just the kind of place I like to shoot in. Dirty, gritty, a place low on manners, but super high on character and personality…sort of like me!
As we walked through one of the many makeshift lunch rooms, Neil stopped, I asked him to look at me, and I snapped a couple of shots. Thought nothing of it until I looked at it on screen.
100 times out of 99, my OCD is going to kick in and I will maniacally straighten all the crazy lens caused by shooting at 24 MML. But not today. The garish colors, the timing of the tv set (that's for you, Tucker Chris), the odd askew angles. It felt so right that I couldn't bring myself to "fix it".
Tourists photographing the Cavern club Liverpool, "probably the most famous club in the world"; according to their advertising.
Don't get confused these guys are stood outside the "Cavern pub" - the Beatles didn't play here.
10 Mathew St, Liverpool L2 6RE
Neil Berrett resting between "sand jumping'
Shot in White Sands, NM
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I met Neil at Rochester Dam. He was kind enough to tell me a little history and folklore of the area, as well as let me snap a photo of him..
Neils FM Volvo with a Fassi F828 crane. It looks like the cranes two front support legs are fixed to the front of the vehicles chassis behind the black cover.
My parents, Bill and Mary, on their wedding day, 5 Sep 1945. He was soon-to-be released from his tour of duty during WW ii with the US Navy. He served as a radio operator on a fighter plane in the Pacific. They met in Wichita, Kansas, where my mother was working as a riveter for Boeing.
My dad died the day before Thanksgiving, 2001 at the age of 82. My mother is living on their homestead farm in Michigan. .
I cannot even begin to say how special these two people are to me and to all of their family. After his death, it was written that Bill was a man who never made an enemy. He definitely had more integrity than most, and its not uncommon for those of us who knew him to consider "what would Bill do" before we act. He definitely left a legacy for those who loved him.
this is where my upstairs neighbor neil sits, on the front porch.
always a radio playing old 50's tunes or a ball game.
always empty cans of PBR.
and always a magazine, although he used to keep it turned face-down.
lately it's been face-up. always playboy.
when i water out front, i have to pick it all up and put it on the rail,
so as to keep things dry.
i think he wants me to see his stash there.
trying to tell me something?
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Just been playing about with creating some images from multiple photographs mixed together with a sprinkle of doodling with my new Wacom tablet… What else can you do when the Mrs is watching acoustic Neil Young!
Neil's Harbour is a small fishing village in northern Cape Breton Island, in Nova Scotia, Canada. what a feast of things to photograph in this beautiful area.
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Soundtrack // Bande-son: NEIL YOUNG ("Heart Of Gold"): www.youtube.com/watch?v=WZn9QZykx10&t=82s
Keeps me searching for a heart of gold... AND I'M GETTING OLD..."
"Il faut accepter de se perdre, de s'écarter des axes principaux de la médina et pousser plus au nord-est pour arriver jusqu'au mellah, l'ancien quartier juif. On ne peut s'empêcher d'avoir le coeur serré devant le nombre d'immeubles qui semblent à l'abandon et le site en pleine restructuration." (Guide Evasion Maroc Hachette)
Niels Henrik David Bohr was a Danish physicist who made foundational contributions to understanding atomic structure and quantum theory, for which he received the Nobel Prize in Physics in 1922. Wikipedia
Peter tells me that he once met the great man's granddaughter - at a party!!!
Cincinnati, OH
Astronaut Neil Armstrong, a Wapakoneta, OH native is the subject of this mural located on the Fifth Third Bank Headquarters, in the heart of Cincinnati's Central Business District.
Designer: Eduardo Kobra
Project Mgr.: Ryan Little
Location: 511 Walnut Street
Cincinnati, OH
Took a long walk the other day and snapped this at the corner of Neil Road at the top of the hill. I used to work upstairs in the little building straight ahead. The uncle in the coffee shop below used to know exactly what I like for breakfast every morning. He would have black coffee and toast ready as soon as he saw me walking up the street.