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Owned by actor, producer Clint Eastwood, located in Carmel, California.
A short drive from Mission Carmel and scenic Carmel Point.
(From my own archived digital photos, 2008)
According to Pliny the Elder in his Natural History, the first known name of a settlement on the site of Constantinople was Lygos, a settlement likely of Thracian origin founded between the 13th and 11th centuries BC.
The site, according to the founding myth of the city, was abandoned by the time Greek settlers from the city-state of Megara founded Byzantium in around 657 BC, across from the town of Chalcedon on the Asiatic side of the Bosphorus.
The city was briefly renamed Augusta Antonina in the early 3rd century AD by the Emperor Septimius Severus (193–211), who razed the city to the ground in 196 for supporting a rival contender in the civil war and had it rebuilt in honor of his son Marcus Aurelius Antoninus (who succeeded him as Emperor), popularly known as Caracalla.
Constantinople became the capital of the Roman Empire during the reign of Constantine the Great in 330.
Following the collapse of the Western Roman Empire in the late 5th century, Constantinople remained the capital of the Eastern Roman Empire (also known as the Byzantine Empire; 330–1204 and 1261–1453), the Latin Empire (1204–1261), and the Ottoman Empire (1453–1922).
Following the Turkish War of Independence, the Turkish capital then moved to Ankara.
Officially renamed Istanbul in 1930, the city is today the largest city in Europe, straddling the Bosporus strait and lying in both Europe and Asia, and the financial center of Turkey. (Source: Wikipedia)
ESTAMBUL CRISOL DE CULTURAS, 2008
(De mis propias fotos digitales archivadas, 2008)
Según Plinio el Viejo en su Historia natural, el primer nombre conocido de un asentamiento en el lugar de Constantinopla fue Lygos, un asentamiento probablemente de origen tracio fundado entre los siglos XIII y XI a. C.
El sitio, según el mito fundacional de la ciudad, fue abandonado cuando los colonos griegos de la ciudad-estado de Megara fundaron Bizancio alrededor del 657 a. C., frente a la ciudad de Calcedonia en el lado asiático del Bósforo.
La ciudad fue rebautizada brevemente como Augusta Antonina a principios del siglo III d. C. por el emperador Septimio Severo (193-211), quien arrasó la ciudad en 196 por apoyar a un contendiente rival en la guerra civil y la hizo reconstruir en honor a su hijo Marco Aurelio Antonino (que lo sucedió como emperador), conocido popularmente como Caracalla.
Constantinopla se convirtió en la capital del Imperio Romano durante el reinado de Constantino el Grande en el año 330.
Tras el colapso del Imperio Romano de Occidente a finales del siglo V, Constantinopla siguió siendo la capital del Imperio Romano de Oriente (también conocido como Imperio Bizantino; 330-1204 y 1261-1453), el Imperio Latino (1204-1261) y el Imperio Otomano (1453-1922).
Tras la Guerra de Independencia Turca, la capital turca se trasladó a Ankara.
Rebautizada oficialmente como Estambul en 1930, la ciudad es hoy la más grande de Europa, a caballo entre el estrecho del Bósforo y situada tanto en Europa como en Asia, y es el centro financiero de Turquía. (Fuente: Wikipedia)
Well This account It's For my Own Competition called: ' The Model of The Year '.
Only my dolls // Solo mis muñecas, Sorry But I can't make it International because I'm not ready lol // Lo SIento, pero no puedo hacerlo Internacional porque no estoy preparado para hacerlo.
Descrption Translated // Descripción Traducido in English & Spanish (más abajo)
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Language:In English
The competition is based on 6 Girls that They need to be Model Of the Year .
Every MONTH I'll upload 1 photo [1 each 1] with the selected theme of the 3 Judges
Elimination
The girls won't be eliminated, -Yeah I know, 3 judges... blah blah blah- , This Will be with statistics [every month] of Comments, Faves, Viewers and YOU CAND JUDGE TOO! I'll read your opinions and I will also qualify them :) .
I'll compare the statistics of The Girls.
Remember
The girl who has the highest statistics will be ... THE MODEL OF THE YEAR
[Sorry for my bad english, I use the transale of some words]
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Idioma: En Español
Este Concurso Trata de 6 chicas que quieren ser ' La Modelo del Año ' .
Cada Mes se subirá 1 foto [1 de cada chica] con el tema que eligirán los 3 Juzgados.
Eliminación:
Las Chicas no serán eliminadas, -Si lo sé, 3 Juzgados blah,blah,blah-, Se las juzgará con Estadísticas De Comentarios, Favoritos, Vistas y ¡TÚ PUEDES JUZGAR TAMBIÉN! , Leeré vuestras opiniones y las calificaré :).
Compararé las estadísticas de las chicas
Recuerda
La Chica que Tendrá las estadísticas más altas será... ¡LA MODELO DEL AÑO!
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Models at the moment // Modelos ahora mismo
Kalia Hewitt Crawford [Barbie Basics Jeans #.4]
Skipper Scott Thorne [Barbie Sisters (Skipper)]
Bianca Leal Solís [Barbie Fashionista SwappinStyles W2, Glam]
Only 3 Models more... // Solo Faltan 3 Modelos más...
I'll Wait and Buy Them.// Esperaré y las compraré...
This 3 Dolls Will be the next models:
Any Barbie Fashionista Raquelle
Any Barbie Fashionista Teresa
Any Barbie With Dark Skinned , Like Artsy or other doll ...
As one goes through life one learns that if you don't paddle your own canoe, you don't move
Katharine Hepburn
© All rights reserved Anna Kwa. Please do not use this image on websites, blogs or any other media without my explicit written permission
Owned by: BFI Browning-Ferris Industries
Chassis: Peterbilt 320
Body: McNeilus
Type of truck: Rear Loader
Unit number: 2048
Additional notes: N/A
Location of photo: Asset Auctions/Asset Nations
(Own work)
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"Le vent se déforme,
Il lui faut un habit sur mesure,
Démesuré.
Voilà pourquoi
Je dis la vérité sans la dire.(..)"
(Paul Eluard, poète surréaliste français.-1895/1952- )
porque quem não tem foto posta foto de céu!
:)
fui pra praia e foium findi perfeito!
apesar que na ida agente pegou exato 6km de graniso, e minha mãe nem quiz parar...andando quase a 40km/h, haviam 3 árvores caídas na estrada...poucos louquinhos andando em baixo daquele temporal e minha mãelá tranqüilona..haha SIM, ela É a melhor motoristA
uheuehuehuhe, porque só ela dirige em baixo dealtostemporais indo pra praia ou voltando de curitiba...
e ainda...só ela me proporciona um findi perfeito :)
e ela nem deixou eu sair de casa naquele 'teporalzinho' pra ir no bali hai :/
mas agente foi janta fora \o
bejÔ!
Brené Brown: "Stay in your own lane. Comparison kills creativity and joy". Brown says that swimming is a reminder to stay in her own lane, and that comparison and competing ruin her swim.
i DONT OWN this camera sadly,:( i borrow it off my Uncle Don every now and then, but i thought it deserved a name. :D DON backwards is NOD so Noddy it is people XD
it will be LEEMAY WONGS 16th birthday in about 50 minutes !! :D
yaaaaaaaaaay happy birthday GEE !!
your getting an early face book birthday message from the nicoooole.
we have to wear black & red to school on Friday. in support of Canterbury and to raise money ! but i dont have any red :/
Excerpt from vontobel.com:
As with the previous “SitzBank” campaigns, private individuals, companies and associations were invited to buy bench “blanks” – raw workpieces – from which they would produce a finished bench. With each participating organization and individual responsible for the design of their own bench, the range of finished products runs the gamut from benches that were thoroughly re-sawn and decorated to others that were simply painted in imaginative or clever ways. On a walk through the city, viewers will truly marvel at the huge variety of designs. If you want to admire the benches as well, these works of art will still be on display in Schaffhausen until the end of October. Afterwards, the benches will all be auctioned for charity.
A sketch of the Jubilee Bridge in Matlock Bath, Derbyshire and all my own work! Well I did take the original photo and then used the Huawei photo editor on my phone to produce this rather appealing sketch effect of the bridge. And don’t be led to believe that the bridges name is regarding the recent Jubilee of Queen Elizabeth II in 2022, it is in fact to commemorate the Golden Jubilee of Queen Victoria in 1887 about 135yrs earlier!
Jubilee Bridge, is an iron bridge costing £230 and was placed in position on 14 June, 1887 in time for the Golden Jubilee of Queen Victoria eight days later. It was an immensely significant event for the village as, until then, the only access to the Lovers' Walks on the other bank of the River Derwent had been by ferry. As it was being erected there was a minor drama …….
“ While workmen were engaged in preparation for the erection of the new iron bridge, one of their number missed his foothold and fell into the river. The Derwent at this point is rather deep, but a boat was put off to the man's rescue, and he was lifted in and conveyed to the bank, not much worse for the immersion”.
goddamn automation. but i still love it
driver gave me a wierd look
Owned by: aaa trash
Chassis: International 4900
Body Maufacture: leach
Type of truck: rear loader
additional notes: this truck is dead
location of photo: Alexandria va
and we'll, sing it back to you. we could sing our own, but what would it, be without you?
the following is my entry for a competition at the morris museum we're doing in lit. it's inspired by a painting.
“Do you think this tie suitable?” the old man asked, his cerulean eyes fixed in gentle understanding, slightly oversized ears hearing something in the following silence. After just a moment he gave a quaint smile to the object below him, nodding his head and chuckling emptily, “yes, I did think you would. The maroon matches so nicely with you.” He ended his sentence as though it were a question, turning away from the polka dotted maroon loveseat and entering the dingy building behind him with some sort of sad agreement.
Speaking as though not just to himself, the old man continued, “I rather like cloudy days. Everything feels so clear without the sun,” he laughed, “speaking of those, Roger has said he would come visit the store this morning. That’s the cause for the tie.”
Clearing his throat nervously as if second-guessing the tie, the man began his daily routine, which was today accelerated in order to make a nice impression upon this visitor. He hobbled around the store swiftly as his rheumatoid arthritis would allow, smiling halfheartedly with an honestly worried look about his face. His anxiety was visibly rising with the sun, and he made nearly continual glances out of the murky shop window towards the loveseat, as if just to make sure it was still there. He moved the delicate, dusky objects within the shop as if to reorganize his mind, as well.
After a few hours of feeble attempts at work and understated chaos, an attractive, middle-aged man arrived at the door with a black briefcase. He had a serious look about his face, with a consciously furrowed brow and a slight frown of anticipation, yet he approached the old man in the shop with a sudden smile. The old man returned the gesture and gave the visitor a weak pat on the shoulder.
“Nice to see you, Roger, nice to see you. How are things at the firm?”
“Fair, I’d say, after this case we had last week – repetitive theft and larceny, crook got away clean. I suppose it was mostly my newest hire, man from Darlington. Quite a turnout, quite a turnout, indeed,” replied Roger.
There was a blaring silence as the old man returned from his mysterious distraction.
“Lovely to hear that, lovely,” he muttered in a blank monotone, looking significantly more anxious. He made a sideways glance out of the window and muttered some sort of plea under his breath in pining as the attorney sat down in a creaky chair.
The furrowed brow of the sitting man returned as he looked around the dirty shop.
“Listen,” he said, opening his black briefcase, “that isn’t what I came to talk about. I know it’s been difficult. None of us are immune to that.”
The old man stared out the window as his breathing accelerated. He interrupted the defined lines of his face with a heavy blink and stayed perfectly still, rooted to the spot. The attorney sighed in frustration and fumbled through his briefcase until he found a glossy booklet. He stared at it for a fleeting moment and sighed again deeply.
“Dad,” the man continued, “I know what this shop is to you. It’s been in the family for years – but just look around. Look what you’re living in. This is getting dreadfully out of hand.”
Roger stopped, aggravated by his father’s seeming indifference and lack of cooperation. He locked the shiny buckles of his briefcase and stood up as the chair creaked in protest beneath him. His brow furrowed impossibly further, and he cleared his throat with determination.
“Look. I know you don’t want to do this, but bottom line, you can’t handle living here anymore. I’ve found a nice place at the edge of town. It’s called Brookhaven. They’ll be coming soon. I know it’s going to be difficult for you to leave, but ever since Mum died…”
The old man burst from his silence in a hysterical high-pitched wail and cradled his head in his hands. He began hobbling towards the open door, towards the polka-dotted maroon loveseat, where it was two summers ago and everything was as it should still be.
Before his knees could allow the old man to reach the door, the attorney took his arms behind his back and held him still. His son was shorter but much stronger than he, and the old man continued to scream and struggle in the attorney’s grip. After what seemed like an eternity the old man was partially released as Roger voiced,
“Now, you’re going to stay still. They’ll be here any minute now, and I’ll go with you to help get your things situated. Don’t try to run off.”
Nearly as he finished his sentence an old tan station wagon pulled up on the curb. A plump woman in scrubs with even plumper hair and plum lips opened the passenger door and walked around the front of the car towards the old man and his son. She nodded briefly at Roger and then turned to the old man with an overly sweet smile and degrading stare. He was still visibly upset, but obviously put off by the woman’s bigotry.
“It’s nice to meet you,” she articulated towards the old man, “we’ve got all of your things nice and ready to go.”
After few more indistinguishable words she pseudosmiled again and took the old man’s arm vigorously and guided him into the car. His face expressed insane defiance, but his body had somehow surrendered to this inconsiderate torture. He climbed into the backseat of the station wagon and stared out of its window, one which was familiarly filthy, like the one in the front of his store. He began to bang on the window, wailing and crying again like an infant, staring at the polka-dotted maroon loveseat.
No, they had not gotten all of his things./b>
Sometimes You Cant Make It On Your Own
U2
Tough, you think you've got the stuff
You're telling me and anyone
You're hard enough
You don't have to put up a fight
You don't have to always be right
Let me take some of the punches
For you tonight
Listen to me now
I need to let you know
You don't have to go it alone
And it's you when I look in the mirror
And it's you when I don't pick up the phone
Sometimes you can't make it on your own
Another image from this mornings shoot down at Potter Point.
One of my favourite locations in Sydney to shoot sunrise.
Hope you like "Sometimes You Cant Make It On Your Own"
Cheers, Mike
I wrote this in March last year, and rediscovered it today:
"I turn my head to look at you, and I notice how I perceive you differently. Your profile, your gaze when you feel unobserved, the way you remind yourself that you're here and you're tired and a little drunk, but you're here. And so am I, here with you, here with us, the way we turned out to be. And as I smile at you without you noticing, without anyone noticing, I realise how what I do, what I've become, isn't for anyone but me.
And quietly, I decide that this is my place to be, the right one for me, and to grow, in a way I thought I'd never turn out to be."
Looking at some of my old photos from our trip to Scotland. I have seen many images of this scene and decided to add mine to the collection.
The Lagangarbh Cottage is owned by the National Trust for Scotland and is maintained by the Scottish Mountaineering Club, providing accommodations for members and guests.
In my own mind I have no doubt that we would have summited if we continued. The weather at that point was as good as we could have expected albeit a little breezy and cool. With the forecast for bad weather and strong winds 'later in the day' whatever that really means, would we make it out?
The descent was more the issue for me than the ascent. None of us had been here before and looking down on the ridge that we were to descend was, to be quite honest, pretty daunting. Is this the sort of descent that we would risk doing in bad weather? No thanks.
The ropes attached and packs lifted we took our first steps away from the summit. I felt a certain emptiness. So here we were, the three of us, heading down a steep ridge toward a sea of cloud waiting below.
The ridge though was a pretty exciting view. I couldn't believe that was our path out. Ion was off without a hint of hesitation. This was his element. The Romanian cowboy seemed well at home on this rock and snow ridge and with confidence started the descent. I was nervous but still excited at the route. The drop on either side of this ridge was...well, check out the photo!
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Has been designated a
Registered National
Historic Landmark
Under the provisions of the
Historic Sites Act of August 21, 1935.
This site possesses exceptional value
in the commemorating or illustrating
the History of the United States.
U.S. Department of the Interior
National Park Service
1973
In 1762, Silas Deane came to Wethersfield to teach and study law. He met Mehitable Webb, Joseph's widow, and became her legal and business advisor. They married in 1763, and had one son, Jesse, in 1764. Having ìarrivedî socially, Silas' constructed his own mansion, conveniently next door to his Webb stepfamily. The new house was very different from the rest of Wethersfield architecture, more closely resembling dwellings from the Dutch West Indies or New York, with an asymmetrical facade probably featuring a piazza, or porch. The door opened onto a spacious hallway with a grand staircase, and the best parlor contained a carved Portland brownstone fireplace. Although the piazza is gone, the staircase and fireplace remain to this day.
The Deane House was completed about 1766. Mehitable had little time to enjoy it, however, for she died in 1767. In 1769 Silas married another rich widow, Elizabeth Saltonstall Evards from New London. In 1774 Silas Deane served in the first Continental Congress, and while he was there John Adams visited Wethersfield and took tea with Mrs. Deane. In 1775 George Washington dined with Elizabeth en route to take command of the troops outside of Boston. Silas went to France in 1776 on a secret mission to secure troops, arms, and supplies for the revolutionary cause.
While he was in Paris Elizabeth Deane died, and that misfortune was compounded by accusations of mismanagement of government funds. Silas was abruptly recalled by Congress but never given a hearing to exonerate himself. Having spent his fortune in an attempt to clear his name, he sent instructions to his brother Barnabas in Wethersfield to sell all his furniture. Disillusioned and impoverished, he stayed in Europe in self-imposed exile, but in 1789 decided to return to Canada to rebuild his fortune. On board ship on the night before his departure, he died mysteriously, and is buried in England.
Stephen Chester bought the Deane House from Silas' creditors sometime after 1790. From 1800-1873 it passed through many hands until it was bought by Frances Talcott Fenn in 1874. Her son, U.S. Representative E. Hart Fenn inherited the house in 1899. Mr. Fenn and his second wife Margaret were active in the early preservation movement, and made few structural changes to the building, even going so far as to install the only bathtub in the basement! However, the house was severely damaged by fire in 1932, and the extent of the loss is unknown.
Mrs. Fenn was a Connecticut Colonial Dame, and after she inherited the Deane House in 1939 she secretly made plans to turn it over to the Society after her own death. Her gift was a very welcome surprise in 1959, completing the Museum complex of the three adjacent houses. From 1960-1974 the Colonial Dames worked assiduously on the house's restoration, and in 1964 the house was declared a National Historic Landmark. When it opened to the public in 1974, it was recognized as one of the most careful and accurate restorations undertaken in the United States.
A cherry pip, safe on its own and intact, but if chewed or ground, the amygdalin releases cyanide when metabolised within the body.
Various plant seeds or pits contain amygdalin, which releases cyanide when metabolised, including cherries. The amounts are small, so that in general, toxicity is not seen except in cases where a combination of factors seriously exacerbates the problem. Essentially, you need a pit or seed from some fruit of a plant in the family Rosaceae, generally from Prunus genus (cherries, plums, peaches, apricots, and almonds).
Under such conditions, you can ingest enough amygdalin to kill you. However, while some cherry pits do apparently contain amygdalin at the same concentrations as bitter apricot kernels, the amount you would have to eat is considerably more than two pits. The LD50 for bitter almonds (which are also similar to cherry and apricot kernels, with ~5% amygdalin content) in rats is estimated to be a little more than 3 grams per Kg of body weight.
Summer is here, sunshine is here, clouds are gone, sky is clear.. let's take advantage of all that! ^^
You can check out more of my sky pictures on behance, along with more projects! If you're on it, I'd be happy to have you as a contact there as well! :)
And thank you for causing this to be explored, everyone! :)
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Ring-a-ring-Opposes, a pocketful-Forecloses©
What advancement has been spelled out this morning?
Or any other morning for the matter with us is not yet found,
Still somehow uncolonized is the space within our heart
Overrun as it may be by so much as the duty bound
Ways radiating the loss of our own habitat that now sets us apart
From the roads we build atop the past trampled underfoot
Cobbles give way to the gobbles of hungry economic pressure
Drink your coffee quick so you may be full of beans in readiness
For the trek that gives a heck for seizing a rightful expressure
Over distinctive burials of hurt and all of life's bloodiness
Emotion rather resembles archaeology with origin unknown
It's a treasure worth having yet it's value cannot be easily told
We may hold such an artifact in our hand yet flinch in someone else's
And crack as we might it is only time that can find out before we're sold
By which time living memory has been and gone where history convulses
When we're done and dusted our image of ourselves speaks of tribal beliefs
Those narrow-minded policies handed-down from government to bleeder
Oh! and what stories shall we tell when our rich soil becomes political?
My childhood garden now a by-word for by-pass, a ruddy road's northern feeder
For no truth is harder to bear than next year's road map, ahead lies, lies, lies so hypocritical
Motions passed in my backyard by persons who'll have been and gone
Before my oats are cold...I jest, of course,
For the planners I never see live far, faraway from the likes of you or me
They have job descriptions that even google doesn't yet know, how coarse!
Yet real their decisions are, for their administrative cocoon may leave me a solitary tree
As swathes of childhood memory are churned-up why must we build over
Areas of greatest worth? leaving but a dust bowl to live out of
Only queried when the going gets tough and the tough have long gone
I speak of the Wensum valley and Norwich's soon to be northern ring of cupboard love
The atlas speaks what councils forgot to tell us...now preservation has been foregone.
by anglia24
10h30: 21/11/2008
©2008anglia24
WHEN YOU OWN YOUR BREATH, NO ONE CAN STEAL YOUR PEACE
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the best often die by their own hand
just to get away,
and those left behind
can never quite understand
why anybody
would ever want to
get away
from
them
.
" I hate photography . . . "
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Canon AV-1 , FD 50 mm / 1.4 , Ilford 400 + , f 2.8 1/60 .
i would fave this like 100 times. i so know that an eye is squished and an arm missing, but something about her little smirk gets me here :) And yes, so copying Karo on my title :)
In January 2015, the City of Broken Hill was included on the National Heritage Register. This register lists 106 other iconic landmarks such as the Sydney Harbour Bridge, Kakadu National Park, and the Australian Alps. Broken Hill is the first city to be listed. Extensive research and consultation with the Broken Hill community was a key part of the listing.
The National Heritage List is Australia’s pre-eminent heritage list recognising and protecting the nation’s most valued natural, indigenous, and historic heritage sites. Listing is the highest heritage honour in Australia and listed placed receive national attention and benefits from increased domestic and international tourism. Broken Hil has been assessed against the nine National Heritage Criteria, which include historic, aesthetic, and social values, creative and technical achievements, associations with significant peoples, and others.
The following is the Statement of Significance for the City of Broken Hill which was prepared as part of the listing process:
“The City of Broken Hill has outstanding significance to the nation for its role in creating enormous wealth, for its long, enduring and continuing mining operations, and the community’s deep and shared connection with Broken Hill as the isolated city in the desert, its outback landscape, the planned design and landscaping of the town, the regeneration areas and particularly the physical reminders of its mining origins such as the Line of Lode, the barren mullock heaps, tailings, skimps and slagheap escarpment and relict structures. It exhibits historic qualities in its ongoing mining operations since 1883, the current and relict mining infrastructure and its landscape setting. It is significant for its industrial past ….. together with its role as a pioneer in setting occupational health and safety standards.”
“It demonstrates the principal characteristics of a mining town in a remote location with extensive transport infrastructure and administrative connections to three state capitals and as a rare example of a place subject to Australia’s complex Federal system where differing administrative, social and economic influences are expressed in both tangible and intangible forms. It has social significance for its residents as a place of community pride, endurance, and as a remote mining community resilient to major social and economic change, Broken Hill has strong social significance for all Australians as a place where great wealth was created, as well as strong group associations with the Barrier Industrial Council. It exhibits outstanding aesthetic characteristics as a city in an arid desert setting, as the subject of interest for Australian artists, poets, film makers, TV producers and photographers.”
“It has significance as a place where outstanding technical achievement has occurred in refining ore for its minerals including the froth flotation process and the computer controlled on-stream analysis of slurries. Broken Hill is also important as a place of research potential to reveal further information on mineral deposits with its range of complex minerals. It is associated with person of great importance to Australia’s history, including Albert Morris (arid land regeneration), Charls Rasp (discoverer), Herbert Hoover (mining engineer), WL Baillieu, WA Robinson and MAE Mawby (industrialists), GD Delprat (metallurgist), Percy Brookfield and Eugene O’Neill (unionists). Broken Hill’s association with the Barrier Industrial Council as a group is also important.”
“The Broken Hill zinc-lead-silver ore deposit is one of the world’s largest ore bodies and contains an extraordinary array of minerals. It is geologically complex and has national scientific significance. The Broken Hill operation is significant for its immense size and unrecorded mineral species continue to be found. It contributes to an understanding of the formation of the Australian continent and more than 2, 300 million years of the earth’s history.”
The City of Broken Hill is delighted that the special heritage values of the city are recognised and celebrated nationally and internationally by this listing.
Wilyakali Country:
Wilyakali lies in the east of the state of South Australia, crossing into New South Wales, including the town of Broken Hill. The Wilyakali people traditionally visited the Paakantji people on the Menindee Lakes in the Darling Riverine Plains Bioregion each year.
The three Major language groups for the Broken Hill Region are the Paakantji, Mayyankapa, and Nyiimpaa.
Wilyakali and Danggali both lie east of the Ngadjuri language and north of the upper River Murray languages.
Wilyakali and Danggali are part of the Darling River Language Group or Paakantyi / Paakantji language group. This is a group of closely related languages in South Australia and New South Wales, which can be subdivided into two groups: the “Northern Dialects” and the “Southern Dialects.” Wilyakali and Danggali are both part of the “Southern Dialects.”
Other “Southern Dialects” include Pulaali, Southern Pankantyi, Pantyikali, Wanyuparlku and Marrawarra. Some of these languages have been recorded more than others. Although each language has its own distinguishing features, they are so similar they can be understood by speakers of other languages in this group. Therefore, the following reference list will include Southern Paakantyi references that may be helpful. The language name is noted in square brackets after each reference, when known.
Today the Wilyakali people are still the main Aboriginal group in Broken Hill, though there are a number of Aboriginal people that come from other language groups.
The Aboriginal people of Broken Hill have established working parties to pursue their vision of a better future. They continue to look after their traditional lands and are joint managers of the Mutawintji National Park which is the first national park handed back to the traditional owners in New South Wales. There are many strong elders who continue to maintain and pass on their traditional knowledge to their young people and, today, share their stories with the wider community.
Source: Broken Hill: A Guide to the Silver City by Elizabeth Vines, Mobile Language Team, & Aboriginal Housing Office.
Jolly Rover ll ~ Historic Key West Harbor
Florida Keys ~ Key West, Florida U.S.A.
Sunset ~ Thanksgiving Weekend 2016
(three more photos 'of this sail-ship' in the comments)
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The tall ship Schooner Jolly II Rover was designed by Naval Architect Meritt Walter as a mercenary vessel and was built in 1994 by Bock Marine of Beaufort, North Carolina. The Rover’s hull is constructed out of steel and at 80′ long with her trademarks sails, topmast and square rig she is a magnificent sight under sail as well as sitting quietly dockside.
The amazing Schooner Jolly II Rover is proudly owned by Bill Malone and is operated out of Key West’s Historic Seaport. He purchased the Jolly II Rover in 2003 to fulfill a lifelong dream of operating a classic, square rigged, topsail schooner.
At the time of purchase, the Jolly Rover was in Fort Myers, Florida. With the help of enthusiastic friends, Bill sailed the Jolly Rover back to his adopted home of New Orleans. With his new team, “The Pirates of Lake Pontchartrain” he offered day and evening sails on Lake Pontchartrain with daily sailing trips, sunset sails and sailing charters.
Several years later you could say that fate intervened. Hurricane Katrina passed through New Orleans and blew the Jolly II Rover back to Florida where the tall ship belongs – among the traditional sailing ships, both mercenary & merchant, of the Historic Seaport of Key West.
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