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Bain News Service,, publisher.
Price
[between ca. 1920 and ca. 1925]
1 negative : glass ; 5 x 7 in. or smaller.
Notes:
Title from unverified data provided by the Bain News Service on the negatives or caption cards.
Forms part of: George Grantham Bain Collection (Library of Congress).
Format: Glass negatives.
Rights Info: No known restrictions on publication. For more information, see George Grantham Bain Collection - Rights and Restrictions Information www.loc.gov/rr/print/res/274_bain.html
Repository: Library of Congress, Prints and Photographs Division, Washington, D.C. 20540 USA, hdl.loc.gov/loc.pnp/pp.print
Part Of: Bain News Service photograph collection (DLC) 2005682517
General information about the George Grantham Bain Collection is available at hdl.loc.gov/loc.pnp/pp.ggbain
Higher resolution image is available (Persistent URL): hdl.loc.gov/loc.pnp/ggbain.35869
Call Number: LC-B2- 5985-15
Bain News Service,, publisher.
Price
[between ca. 1920 and ca. 1925]
1 negative : glass ; 5 x 7 in. or smaller.
Notes:
Title from unverified data provided by the Bain News Service on the negatives or caption cards.
Forms part of: George Grantham Bain Collection (Library of Congress).
Format: Glass negatives.
Rights Info: No known restrictions on publication. For more information, see George Grantham Bain Collection - Rights and Restrictions Information www.loc.gov/rr/print/res/274_bain.html
Repository: Library of Congress, Prints and Photographs Division, Washington, D.C. 20540 USA, hdl.loc.gov/loc.pnp/pp.print
Part Of: Bain News Service photograph collection (DLC) 2005682517
General information about the George Grantham Bain Collection is available at hdl.loc.gov/loc.pnp/pp.ggbain
Higher resolution image is available (Persistent URL): hdl.loc.gov/loc.pnp/ggbain.35867
Call Number: LC-B2- 5985-13
Luckily for me, Luke is great at just about everything, which made this whole 'cooking a desert over a campfire' thing easy.
Portland, OR
Canon 1V
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(x1) Yongnuo YN560-II with 1/4 CTO at camera right shot through a Westcott shoot-thru umbrella
Tom Price on stage with The Tom Price Desert Classic in early 2019. Tom was previously also in the U-Men and Gas Huffer.
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(x1) Yongnuo YN560-III at camera left shot through an 18" soft white Lumodi Beauty Dish.
Orange County, NC
March, 2015
Bronica SQ, Zenzanon PS 40mm/f:4
Ilford FP4+
Rodinal 1:50, 15 mins @ 20C, 1g washing soda added per liter of working solution
I was surprised to find a grove of cypress trees in Price Creek, south of Chapel Hill's University Lake. Ubiquitous down east, they are much less common here in the Piedmont of NC.
My only ever visit to Price Travel in Shareshill, on 31st August, 2006, resulted in this photograph of Volvo B10M-61 Jonckheere Jubilee P90 VJI 5883, new many years earlier to National Travel East as A317 XHE.
****Temptation's Price****
The Angel he was, with intentions so pure,
His sole existence, a loved one's cure.
The Devil he was, with intentions so cruel,
His desires and charm, his only tool.
Through his eyes, a sensual object,
Through another, an angel so perfect.
One tried reaching to her skin so deep,
The other delighted her with sweet words to hear.
One would take advantage as soon as she sleeps,
The other would smile and carress her as she breathes.
Like the Angel and Devil, they truly were,
But who would win, who'll be worthy of her?
She carried herself with unbelievable grace,
A mind so pure, with a smile on her face.
Many would kill to hold her in their arms,
But the Angel and Devil rose with their charms.
One seduced her with jewels so pretty,
The other comforted her with innocent pity.
One revealed the taboo that lay ahead,
The other spoke of his heart instead.
The Devil, revealed his horns. The Angel his halo,
But somehow the correct path was a hard one to follow..
And to her companions, she eagerly presented,
Both the challengers for which her barriers have descended.
The Angel's purity was hard to believe,
And so he was judged as boring and naive.
The Devil marked his presence with a spell,
His occasional dark side was accepted well.
Companions:-
"Why not settle for The Devil instead,
When temptation's price was so easily held?"
The battle was so intense and long,
Nine months and she decided where to belong.
She chose the Devil, the Angel was in awe,
Where did he go wrong, where was the flaw?
"The purest of hearts will always bleed,
The tainted hearts they forever succeed." (7 Winters of Pain - Myros)
The Angel tried to deflect her affection,
Towards his arms that seeked her attention.
But the Devil's grasp was ever so tough,
She returned to him, never getting enough.
Days passed, and she trusted the devil more,
Allowing her senses and ecstacy to soar.
But the Angel was ignored, day and night,
For he was trying to set things right.
Months passed, the Angel's scar grew,
The pain was strong, because his emotions were true.
He confessed to her multiple times,
But she always managed to ignore his cries.
The Devil's charm was rather deep,
Haunting her to the dance of restful sleep.
Soon a day came when they were alone,
And that's when she realized something was wrong.
He touched her breasts, she screamed for him to stop,
But he just snickered, and pulled away her top.
He smiled in satisfaction, and grasped her hands,
Following desire, what his heart truly demands.
She cried, and cried, but no one came,
In desperation she cried out the Angel's name.
But he was too far away, to hear her call,
Soon, her screaming subsided, and so did her bawl.
The Devil touched every inch of her body,
Surrendering his senses to her skin's glory.
His ears were deaf to her wailing cries,
For his hand moved down to seal her demise..
Now the silent screams haunted her mind,
She felt his fingers, ever so unkind.
She felt his mouth, press against her lips,
Now the Angel's voice, she can truly miss.
Suddenly, she felt sharp pain in her lower body,
Minutes passed like hours, but he pierced her already.
He moaned in pleasure, she groaned in pain,
Never would her life be the same again...
Once her virginity was stolen, taken away,
"That was marvelous," was all the devil could say.
They were somewhere far away from the city,
But he was already satisfied, and showed no pity.
He slammed her head against the door,
Threw her out of his car, onto the floor.
He drove away, howling in victory,
But she lay there, pleading for sympathy...
To contact the Angel, she already tried,
His phone was off, and her sadness was revived.
She called her friends, and was soon back home,
Never did her tears leave her cheeks alone...
She wished for the Angel now so much,
Stayed up late, to try to get in touch.
She promised herself to visit him tomorrow,
Her only hope to soothe her sorrow...
The morrow came, and to the Angel's house she walked,
All the time recalling memories, the train of thought.
If beneath him lay evil too, she silently swore,
To the next life, she would yieldingly strive for.
She still carried herself with unbelievable grace,
But her mind was tainted, the smile vanished from her face.
She knocked, and his mom opened the door,
And pitch black clothing was all she wore.
Her heart pumped fast now, against her chest,
"He's dead", was all the mother had said.
His mother said in the bathtub he motionlessly laid,
With his wrists cut deep, and wounds too late to aid.
A name was carved, on his chest,
One that the mother wasnt able to attest.
She stood in shock, soaking in the pain,
Now her life was truly a hopeless game...
Her innocence was stolen, by one simple choice,
Her ears now longed for the Angel's placid voice.
She asked his Mom, for the location of his grave,
She ran while suppressing her heart's tormenting wave.
There it lay, his tombstone in grey,
She choked, trying to find the words to say.
Her tears now gently streaked her cheek,
Why did she feel so guilty and weak?
Now in the graveyard, she embraced his stone,
Speaking out the words that he waited for for so long..
"I love you," and she wept for hours, defeated,
The reply would never, yet she still waited.
Now in her home, to the bathtub she walked,
Smiling as she carved his name in thought.
Next were her wrists, and she silently prayed,
To meet the Angel in Paradise's glade....
(That was long... very long.
I actually intended for this poem to be a short one. However, I was touched by something phenomenal... and decided to continue.
Truthfully, I found difficulties continuing the poem halfway, since my eyes were on the brink of tears...
To write what the Devil actually did to the girl and to have actually won, and the Angel's purity and innocence towards her and and to be defeated,
was touching. At least to me, it was.
As sad as it is, I already experienced such a tragedy in my life, though it wasnt truly as tragic as this poem's events.
Let's hope one day, the Angels will truly know true happiness, and get what they deserve.
People like the Devil exist in our world today. Sad, but true. However, it is the girl (or guy's) decision for which path they take.
The answer is truly obvious, you just have to look BEYOND the magnet towards taboo and evil, and you're all set...
I hope anyone who reads this long piece, appreciates the deep thoughts that lay within.
Oh, and thanks for reading this far too. :-) )
Monday morning at the colliery. Barry inspects the front of the engine, he likes to count the dead insects. Roger and Rhod discuss the price of cod fish. As usual Liz and Margo are waiting for the pub to open.
Barq's Root Beer Cincinnati OH
1940's Chevrolet/Kelly Auto Body Co.
Photographed on Hopkins Street adjacent to Union Terminal.
My entry to the Brickscalibur's Farmstead Figures category.
The witch's torso is the back of the 973pb1656c01. From skirt 36036pb002 I removed the orange stripe using isopropyl alcohol, microfiber cloth and the tip of the 98338 part.
Kimmy Top & Panties set - 50L
Sugar rush pose / with scene & props - 50L
Fri 1pm - Sun 1pm - Energy Price Weekend
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Texas Tribune CEO and Editor-in-Chief Evan Smith moderated “The Price of Admission“ with Paul Cruz, Larry Faulkner, State Rep. Donna Howard, D-Austin, State Rep. John Zerwas, R-Richmond on March 31, 2016.
Photo taken somewhere in one of the apparel departments, presumably men's accessories. And as October approaches, seems we'll be needing one of those jackets in short order around here, which doesn't hurt my feelings in the least!
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Sears, 1996-built (closed early 2019), Germantown Pkwy. at Hwy 64, Memphis
This mock up of Frank Lloyd Wright's office at Taliesin is on display at the Price Tower in Bartlesville as part of the "Frank Lloyd Wright: Journey to the Prairie" exhibit.
Oswego, NY. August 2016.
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(x1) Yongnuo YN560-II with 1/4 CTO at camera left shot through a Westcott shoot-thru umbrella
Gwynne Price of Trimsaran DAF MB230 Van Hool Alizee J796 KHD at the end of a journey to London on 27th March, 2004. It appears to have been used as a Hughes DAF hire coach before settling for ten years in South Wales.
Model: Olivia Morgan Price (MM# 2203383)
Camera and lens: Nikon D700 with Nikkor 70-200mm f/2.8 VR lens.
Strobist: Einstein with 48" octagonal soft box placed on photographer's right. Nikon SB-900 with umbrella placed on model's right.