Beauty Parlors Everywhere
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They say you should never meet your heroes, but I can say that's not true in the case of working with ~virtualgurrrl~. I had a wonderful time taking some great pics and hope we can work together again soon!
There's a whole article about this shoot on my blog, The SLuggle
We took this pic at Uri Jefferson's Freakshow
A spiffy black & white of the parlor at the Pratt-Taber Inn Bed & Breakfast located in beautiful Red Wing, Minnesota
Zowel de reizigers die met interurban-motorwagen 30 in East Troy zijn aangekomen als de inzittenden van de Studebaker Commander Coupe kunnen genieten van een ijsje uit de Ice Cream Parlor.
De zware vierassige door Standard Steel gebouwde motorwagen is met bouwjaar 1929 bijna een kwart eeuw ouder dan de gestrooomlijnde coupé uit 1953.
De auto's staan in Church Street waar door middel van het waarschuwingsbord bij de overweg de aandacht op drie kruisende sporen gevestigd wordt. Op hoogtijdagen is het hier inderdaad een komen en gaan van historische railvoertuigen.
Amerikaanse "Interurbans" zijn bijeengebracht in het "gelijknamige album".
Klik op de foto voor een grote afbeelding.
Bekijk mijn fotoalbum in de klassieke versie.
A settler's organ sits in the parlor of a pioneers home in Burritt on the Mountain in Huntsville, Alabama.
With some other stock in Honesdale, PA that seems to be connected to a tourist railroad. I do not know if it is in use or stored. The trackage was once the Erie railroad but I do not know which railroad this car came from.
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Strasburg Railroad
Marian Parlor Car 88
Strasburg, PA
www.strasburgrailroad.com/ride/charters-cars-locomotives/...
Scanned Film, Kodak Gold 100, May 1997
The once elegant parlor was once painted a dusty color of pink. A charming light hangs in a tangle and the shell of an old radio remains standing among the falling plaster.
The Parlor That Listened Back to Me
By the time you notice the silence here, it’s probably already too late.
At first glance, the room appears indulgent rather than ominous. It was my own maximalist’s dream staged somewhere between an artsy Paris salon and a faded Vegas penthouse. Red velvet curtains fall heavily against the walls, as if they’re trying to muffle my secrets. Or possibly the secrets of those who came before me. Gold frames cling to the walls in elaborate devotion, surrounding art that feels chosen less for beauty than for memory. A pop-art woman gasps eternally from a blue canvas, frozen in shock, while palm fronds spill shadows across lacquered black surfaces. Everything gleams, but nothing feels new. I’ve been here a while. But it wasn’t always me who took up residence in this space.
Oh! And then there’s my piano.
It sits at the center of the room like an altar, its surface crowded with objects that suggest ritual rather than decoration: sheet music left open mid-phrase, a mirror angled just enough to reflect the room: but not my reflection. Realizing my true form in this space would only take away from the magic. Resting on the piano bench though could be seen as the most unsettling detail of all: my adoptive lynx, my dear Lynxie Pooh, his body relaxed, his gaze alert, as if it belongs here more than any man ever could. My most prized and unexpected inheritance.
The previous owner of this room, according to the building’s few remaining residents, was a composer who went by Sir Hale. Brilliant, reclusive, and obsessed with sound. Not obvious sounds like music brings, but the way rooms absorb it. He believed spaces remembered what happened inside them. That walls, given enough time, could hum to you.
Sir Hale moved in forty years ago. Shortly after, neighbors began to complain. Music would be drifting through vents at impossible hours. Piano notes that repeated themselves, correcting errors, finishing phrases no one remembered starting. One tenant swore the music responded when spoken to, lowering when asked, sharpening when challenged.
Hale apparently dismissed it all. “The room is practicing,” he reportedly would say.
Then one winter evening, the music stopped.
Sir Hale was found the next morning, seated at the piano, hands resting on the keys, eyes open. No sign of struggle. No final note. Just silence so complete it rang.
What no one could explain was the lynx.
The lynx hadn’t been there before. At least not to anyone’s knowledge. What an odd creature. There were no open windows, no claw marks, no explanation for how a wild creature came to be resting calmly in a locked apartment, its fur still warm. Authorities tried to remove him, but he refused to move. He simply watched them carefully, unblinking, unafraid, until they left with Sir Hale.
The piano has not been played since. Or rather, no one has touched it. I won’t let them. Not even me.
Yet sometimes my neighbors still report hearing music when they stand very still. A low, careful melody, as if the room itself is remembering how. Sometimes I’ll notice my Lynxie Pooh lift his head when the sound begins, listening and looking around. I don’t think he’s listening to the notes, but to what comes between them.
And if you stay very still, you might see it: Lynxie tilts its head as the melody stirs, his tail marking time with a familiar patience. In his eyes, I see a knowing that is too old and familiar for any animal, as if the room kept Sir Hale but changed the shape he listens from. In this cluttered, familiar, old parlor of mine.
Featuring: [Rezz Room] Box Lynx Animesh
Fancy Decor: Salieri Piano
Fancy Decor: Scout Collection
Mack & Manco is an iconic pizza parlor on the Ocean City, NJ boardwalk. It is THE place to have pizza in the summer time in OCNJ, and the lines are long to enjoy their delicacy. I've wanted to snap a good click of this place for a while, and I got my chance tonight.
Thank you for stopping by~! Summer is here!
Photographed through the window of the ice cream parlor, just prior to the day's opening. Happy Window Wednesday! Chesapeake City, MD
AAA 1005
A local woman who was having an affair with the town doctor died (poisoned according to legend) back in the day in the 19th Century Iron Horse Inn, in Blackwater, Missouri, and shortly after, the doctor hung himself in a back room. . .so the B&B where we stayed for our fall retreat offers many stories from guests about sightings and strange encounters. . .photographing the parlor late afternoon, and that evening in our room, Lynn definitely felt uneasy. . .
Toronto Loft Architecture
Taken with Nikon D40
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#190 Explore December 22, 2007
Heber Valley Railroad 2936 is a restored vintage 56-seat passenger coach originally built by the Budd Company for the New York Central. The car was later converted to a 28-seat parlor car for use on Chessie steam specials, and later on the Morristown & Erie.
The car was recently repainted in D&RGW inspired livery. All stainless steel surfaces were restored and polished by hand. The car will offer premium seating on a high-end streamlined passenger train, with an option for cheese and wine tasting.
Created for DUC - 24 ~ July Challenge
Thanks to cootiepie11 for starter image.
All work done in Photoshop Beta2024
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