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Staghurst Noir
Acte 3 : Arrogance
Inside the backseat of the speeding Rolls, Edmund resumes the conversation that his wife had cut off back at their sitting room ( see Acte 2). His wife again stops him, sure we can’t be heard she demands. Edmund points to the glass barrier behind the front seat. Reginal cannot hear a thing, unless the speaking vent is opened. Which it is , The Mistress jabs a ringed finger, close it up you fool.
Edmund reaches over and flicks the off switch on the speaking tube, he then turns to his wife, the papers committing My Auntie to the asylum, they are finished then? Yes Edmund, The Mistress sighs, like a parent reproving a young child.
Jolly good, Edmund commended; of course the old Dowager is off her rocker, trying to leaving her fortune to Err.. My Nephew I mean, Edmund stops himself before making the mistake of mentioning the name of Errol out loud again.
Those papers have to be filed tonight, The Mistress snaps, the Dowager plans on signing her will giving that bastard nephew of yours everything tomorrow morning. I don’t understand what possesses her to make her will out to him, after everything I have done for the old broad! Really Edmund, Errol’s father, how could you have a brother like that who would invests all his money into a bogus company that goes belly up? It was probably a good thing for him that they both died in that yachting accident before realizing their son and heir was going to be left penniless. Then Errol has the audacity to marry.. to marry a a Servant, The Mistress spits out the words like a piece of turned meat! The Mistress had now worked herself up into such a tizzy that she never noticed she was calling Edmund’s Nephew by name.
The Lordship nodded in agreement, not bothering to state the fact ( well known to them both) that it had been him, Edmund , advising his brother on the investment! One that Edmund knew was as crooked as a bolt of lightning, and he had also neglected to tell his brother that he ( Edmund) was not investing single red pence of his money, all the while encouraging his gullible elder brother to invest all of his share of their Father’s inheritance! Bloody shame that the rudder of their yacht would mysteriously break off during the storm, Edmund comments, with a tone of voice that almost comes across as conspiratorial, In the front seat, Reginald’s heard seems to turn back, almost as if he is listening in. Yes Edmund, The Mistress says as a malevolent grin spreads across her severe face, such a shame!
The Mistress carries on; it’s a good thing we share the same solicitor as the Dowager, and a better thing that he sees things the way we do!.
Do we have his money dear, Edmund asks sharply?
You Know I have it, The Mistress answers, but don’t be daft man, its safe and sound under my pillow she says with an evil gleam in her eyes, , I do not trust solicitors, or anyone of that ilk any farther than I can kick them! The solicitor will not see a bit of it until after the Dowagers will is in our name, and the Dowager is safely put away from any more harm she can possibly do us. It’s the last of our savings (meaning the last of Edmunds inheritance, for the Mistress brought only an old family name to the relationship, all her family money had gone to her (estranged) brothers).
Her Ladyship continues on, building up to one of her infamous tirades. That magistrate cost us a pretty pound to sign the papers committing the old broad to the asylum, we had just enough left to pay off the solicitor! We have nothing left, if we don’t stay in the Dowagers will as her only beneficiary, we will lose the estate, and be out on the street in a fortnight, and then what? I’ll tell you what she spit out her words, that Nephew of yours, and that hideous creature he calls a wife, will have the run of the place, infesting it like the vermin they both are! The Rolls makes a violent swerve, and the couple in the back are slammed against one another. The Mistress just glares at the backside of Reginald, itching to admonish him, but she did not want him to slow down for any reason.
Now, Reginald, unbeknownst to his employers, with help from a grateful garage owner, had the sound proof glass partition that was behind the Rolls front seat, modified, and is able to hear every word said from the backseat of the Rolls, but he always played dumb about it. One never knows what benefits may come out of being able to overhear conversations going on in the backseat, especially with the like of those two. And tonight he was receiving an earful.
As Reginald drives expertly through the weaving narrow streets of the city. His lordship and ladyship are scheming in the back about what they will do once Edmunds dowager aunt has been stopped from foolishly giving away her fortune to a worthless nephew.
Among their plans are to remodel the sitting room and her ladyships bedroom suite. As he listens, Reginald notes there are no plans to fix the leaky kitchen roofs, or cracked window s that let in the cold in the servant’s quarters. The greedy self-absorbed pair were not even going to put any money in the rundown stables, where the hounds, horses and the stable boys are always dodging pieces of crumbling walls. As Reginald’s thoughts simmer in anger, a light ahead starts to change from green and he slows down, purposefully jerking the luxury car in the process, as he approached the intersection.. Her ladyship, switching on the speaker, screams from the back for him to run it, you damn idiot!
Shouldn’t ma’am Reginald coolly says, this area of the city carries a bad reputation, there are always coppers about. If a street bobby sees me running it, he will have me stopped, and that will lose your ladyship and lordship a great deal more time than a minute at a light.
As this conversation goes on, the Rolls Royce has come to a complete stop, from the shadows of an alleyway creeps out a wizen old man, clutching a small glass bottle and some rags. He approaches and starts to wash off the dust from the rolls windshield. Don’t make eye contact her ladyship shrilly cries from the back as the old man approaches with a hand out for some reward for his feeble efforts. Not a tuppence do you give em, yells the Master, and as the light turns green, they both shout for Reginald to get a move on.
Giving the big car gas, Reginald tears off in a squeal of tyres, knocking the old man to the ground, causing him to drop his glass bottle of water, shattering it. The wizened old man watches them leave, his mouth moving under his breath as he utters some ancient Romanian curse to the speeding vehicle and its occupants.
At that moment, the dark clouds that had been slowly gathering in the sky, Part a little, and through a small hole, the light of the Evening Star struggles to show through.
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The Baptistery of Castiglione Olona is a building in the complex of the Collegiate Church of Santi Stefano e Lorenzo, famous for housing a remarkable cycle of frescoes by Masolino da Panicale (Stories of St John the Baptist, 1435).
The 'baptistery' room probably originated as an aristocratic chapel inside the dismantled castle of Castiglione Olona. At the time of Cardinal Branda Castiglione it was renovated and decorated by the famous cycle by Masolino, who had already worked for the cardinal in Rome, in the basilica of San Clemente of which he had been titular.
Masolino's fresco cycle, a work of his maturity, dated 1435, unfolds on the walls and vaults. The episodes from the life of John the Baptist unfold along the walls with a strong interpenetration of the painted architecture with the real one and, in some cases, an attempt to overcome the very barrier of the end of the wall by linking adjoining scenes with illusionistic effects. Important is the use of Brunelleschian perspective, here applied for the first time in Lombardy, also linked to chromatic and material refinements (such as the use of metal foil in haloes and armouring), which make Masolino a transitional artist between the languages of the Late Gothic and the Renaissance in the strict sense.
The state of preservation of the cycle is uneven: while the right and back walls are well readable, the left and part of the central wall are damaged, as they are more exposed to moisture and weather.
On the vault are the four evangelists around a depiction of the Mystical Lamb in the keystone. The stories of John the Baptist begin on the right counter façade with the Announcement to Zachariah, set in a central plan building and next to an extraordinary view of Rome above the entrance door, followed by the Visitation (barely legible). Continuing on the left wall is the Nativity of John the Baptist, almost completely lost, and the Imposition of the Name, set under an archway that forms a 'perspective telescope', capable of dramatically expanding the physical space of the chapel.
On the archway are the four Doctors of the Church, seated at their scholarly chairs, and two Prophets.
Salome and other bystanders at Herod's Banquet.
In the scarsella, seamless between the walls, the Preaching of the Baptist, the Baptism of Christ (centre) and the Capture and Imprisonment of the Baptist are depicted. In the vault God the Father among angels, a scene connected to the Baptism below, in an overall depiction of the Trinity. Next on the partition wall is the Beheading of the Baptist, and above, on the arch, two angels with scrolls (one almost illegible). Finally, on the right-hand wall is Herod's Banquet, perhaps the best known scene of the entire cycle, which also includes the handing over of the head to Herodias (right) and the burial of the Baptist (in the background). Especially in the latter scene, several bystanders in elegant contemporary dress appear, probably Cardinal Branda and other dignitaries of the place, following an expedient already used in the Brancacci Chapel.
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This massive monolith in Cathedral Valley, Capitol Reef National Park, seems to be herding the clouds or partitioning the sky into a cloudy portion and a clear blue portion.
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The Brandenburg Gate quadriga, a quadriga is a chariot drawn by four horses abreast, they are emblems of triumph.
Brandenburg Gate, an 18th-century neoclassical monument and one of the best-known landmarks of Germany. During the post-war Partition of Germany, the gate was isolated and inaccessible immediately next to the Berlin Wall.
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Two hikers look through Partition Arch in Arches National Park near Moab, Utah. This was part of our 7 mile Devil's Garden Loop hike.
Carnaval Vénitien, Paris / Venice Carnival in Paris (x2 : cliquer sur "afficher les commentaires précédents")
Worth a read, whether you're a gentleman or not :)
Two of my favourites...
# 27 : "Whenever someone asks me if I want water with my Scotch, I say I’m thirsty, not dirty" ~ Joe E Lewis
# 28 : "Opening the door for a lady is not optional, and will never go out of style"
~ Andy Rutledge
(No link whatsoever to this shot of a glass partition in Oxford's Ashmolean Museum...)
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Created by Anne Voets, Nafisa Ahmadzadah, Latifa Ehsani and Ana-Maria Didenco at CPIT in Christchurch
Partition Arch is located along Devil's Garden Trail in Arches National Park, Utah. Once you climb up to the base of the arch, the view over Moab is truly breathtaking. I always want to go back there in winter to see the snow scenery.
Camera Canon EOS 20D
Lens EFS 18-55mm F3.5-5.6 II USM
Exposure 0.02 sec (1/50)
Aperture f/5.6
Focal Length 18 mm
ISO Speed 100
Exposure Bias 0 EV