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Jackie's got some pretty soft fur

 

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Why did they ever include you in Liquorice Allsorts? I really hate you, and can't resist eating it. #27 of 365

Today's Project 365 photo is of the 'new' Limited Edition cans of Ballarat Bitter.

I love that they have replicated the old label (even if the printing of the Phoenix logo is crappy)

Looking forward to cracking a several cans with my family over Christmas.

 

From The Ballarat Courier:

 

Ballarat Bitter release short, but sweet

BY JENNIFER GREIVE

20 Dec, 2011

 

BALLARAT Bitter cans have made their long-awaited return to Ballarat pubs, but only for a limited time.

Ballarat Bitter kegs were released to 26 licensed premises last month – the first time the beer had been available on tap for decades.

Now, the iconic beer is available to purchase in cans, just in time for Christmas. The Western Hotel publican Dan Cronin said the cans were available in limited release at pubs across Ballarat.

But, he said the beer would only be available on tap for another week.

“Having it on tap has been great – it’s brought people back into pubs,” Mr Cronin said.

“We’ve had everyone come in – groups of young guys and those who remember drinking it but haven’t tried it for many years.”

The Ballarat Brewing Company was formed in 1895 by the amalgamation of the Phoenix Brewery of James Coghlan and the Royal Standard Brewery of William Tulloch.

The iconic “Bertie” character became part of the Ballarat Bitter brand in 1925. Ballarat Bertie is the official mascot of the HMAS Ballarat.

More of the City's Christmas decorations for tonight's Project 365 photo.

I went out to take a few shots of the "reindeer" in Sturt Street, but was too early as the lights hadn't come on. I'll try again tomorrow.

The Town Hall is decorated every year with the red and green on the clock faces, the wreath over the door and this year there is holly on the windows at street level.

This photo is an HDR composite of 4 separate photos of different exposures.

One thing I'd never noticed until tonight is the stained glass on the Central Square verandah.

The projection on the front was for White Ribbon Day

I feel

        most of the time

        we are like

                        twisted

                balloons

    inside

        

Full of knots

            and blocks

 

We take in

          a little air

    and

        as soon as it hits

                      the first knot

                      the first twist

                        behind our throat

    we stop

            and we promptly let that air out

We do that again

      and again

  This is all we do

                  and we call this quick

                        and shallow agitation of air

            breathing

 

Really ?

 

This

          is to breathing

      what

                  surviving

        is to living

 

    this is

                just

        the bare

          minimum

                to avoid being

            lethally asphyxiated

 

      this is being

                permanently

            underfed

 

      this is

              constant

            exhaustion

                            

 

But if we took

                        this air

                      in

    and instead of freaking out

    when we feel it will reach that first block

                                                                                inside

        instead

        if we took more air

      then we would feel this knot

            for what it is

      

    for it is not the end of our inner space

      but merely a passage

          that we let become narrower and narrower

            after years and years of fear

                years and years of not exploring it

                years and years of letting the darkness settle in

        until

              we finally let it contract

                and fold itself over

        until

              it felt

              like a dead end

 

        if

                instead

            we took more air in

                    it could

                                    start

                                    to unfold

              

  If you tried this

                    if you taking more air in

              you would think

                  at first

            that it couldn't move

    but if you really tried

            then

        you'd begin to feel it moving

        and it would be painful at first

  it would be so painful

            feeling the air ripping you open

                                                            from the inside

            reaching that part of you

                  that you left for dead

                                              inside of you

                                  breathing again

 

and then

    after the first wave of tears

      had finally receded

      

you would feel

    that you can breathe a little more

  that there is more space inside you

  than you thought

  

you would breathe a little deeper

    and you wouldn't feel that you had to get rid of that air

        immediately

        like before

    and

        you would breathe a little slower

 

And

        you could do it again

    and going deeper

  you would feel

        there is another knot

          further down

    and it would take even more air

                                                  to push it

                                                  to try to unfold it

  you could do it

  it would take just a little more

        it would also be painful

        as it gets unstuck

            you would feel more space inside you

            that you had also left for dead

          in the dark

          unexplored

                for even more years

You didn't even remember it was there in you

    that you had all this inside of you

    so much more space than before

  

and now

      you could breathe into it

  and let the air

              go through it

      and touch it

 

You would have to breathe slower

    to get filled

                          now

  it has to go deeper

  

 

And it doesn't stop here

      you know it

  you feel them

      all the other knots

            inside of you

  you know that if you pull more air in

  then

      it will unfold more of these knots

      and open

            more of these parts

        of your body

                that you left for dead

                not having paid attention to them

                for so long

    

But you know you fear

                                        the pain

          you know you can convince yourself that just a little air

              is enough

              to survive

    you've done it for so long

    

 

    Now ...

all it takes

    is a little more air

    and then a little more

  to

      start feeling your body

      live again

    

    like when you were a kid

        and you laughed and you screamed and you jumped and you ran all around

      and it took a lot of air to animate your whole body

          and you were not feeling tired at all

          

    Not like now

  

Let it unfold

    make it unfold

 

    it's all in a deep breath

        one at a time

    

    you can take in a lot more than you think

    

  Don't think

            Breathe

 

FUJI PRO400H

MINOLTA XE

MD ROKKOR 50mm f1.4

Week 1 - Shoe Challenge. However, at the time I could only find one slipper...

My microscope lives under a cover most of the time

 

ODC - 4/9/2019 - Cover, covered, covering

August 14, 2011 | Castellote.

While cleaning and sorting out my garage I found this piece of movable type. Probably used for newspaper ads way back when.

 

From old bills and other ephemera we think the garage used to be a Ford showroom during the early part of the 20th century.

Last year I tried reading my favourite newspaper every day of the working week. Given the time it took to get through the whole paper I found by Friday I had a backlog of about three days worth of papers to read.

 

So now I just read the Monday edition which includes post match analysis of the weekends football matches. Not particularly enjoyable to read when you support Manchester United, we're experiencing one of our worst seasons this year.

A shot with the Sigma 18-35 Art lens. Not sure which is better, the Sigma or the Rokinon... I will say that I apparently bumped the lens barrel and it shifted to 23mm from 18mm. I may have to invest in Sigma's 14mm f/1.8 and a full frame DSLR.

We take for granted the opportunitiy to have a hobby

Day 148 - My wife got a new tattoo mixed with her old rose tattoo, very cool!

tourist jeep headed for soldier pass 4x4 rd. coffee pot rock looking like an eagle from this angle

 

Attempt number 1 at shooting the moon. I have 339 more chances to get this right before I finish the project. This was with my 70-200 F2.8 VR lens. Next time I get a clear night I will try it with my Meade ETX-90AT telescope.

Project365 Nr 17.

 

"Aspatats" (foil wrapped sweet potatoes cooking in hot ash) on the go while waiting for the fire to burn down to coals.

Aparelho da arcada inferior montado.

Como diria uma amiga minha: "Dói não, se amostra!"

"All that is necessary for the triumph of evil is for good men to do nothing.

~Edmund Burke

 

I learned today that AGFA produced color film in Germany as early as 1936.

I was also reminded today, that one and a half million children perished during the Holocaust. Six million Jewish people lost their lives. And to this day, people, many of whom are children, still live amidst war, poverty and famine...

 

Shan and I went to the Sydney Jewish Museum. The last time we went there was in High School and I remember meeting an elderly lady, a Holocaust survivor, her name was Babbette. She told us her story and I've never cried so much in a public place until I met her.

 

The place is just as solemn as I remembered. I can't even begin to imagine how frightening and painful it must have been, to live through WWI & WWII. All I keep asking myself is: "How could something so horrific happen?"

How can any human being be so destructive, evil, terrifying?

 

But many live in hope, that we have the capacity to forgive and redeem ourselves. Today's visit was a lucid reminder of my fortunate existence.

14.365 (1/14/25)

2013-09-20. Distillerie district, Toronto.

 

© Maïlis Bietenhader

September 2013 - Purple & Lavender

This creek runs through our neighborhood and eventually behind our house. This is the view from the bridge on the main boulevard. If you look carefully you just make out someone's soccer ball. Yes I typed soccer, I am an American remember, our football is way different.

Today's Project 365 pic is of the Adam Lindsay Gordon Memorial in Sturt Street.

I never really took much notice of it, but I saw on a travel show on the weekend that it was dedicated to the Poet himself but also to the horses killed in World War I.

 

From fbbg.org.au

The Horse Statue - Adam Lindsay Gordon Memorial 1969 Sculptor: Raymond B Ewery, Cast bronze, granite

At the western side of the Sturt and Lyons Street crossroads there is magnificent bronze statue by Evans of a horse mounted on a stone plinth.

In front, by the gutter, is a hitching post with a plaque inscribed "A.L. GORDON, AUSTRALIAN POET, 1833 - 1870."

He was a celebrated poet and horseman who set a record at Flemington when he won 3 steeplechases in an afternoon. At Mount Gambier in South Australia he performed an amazing feat on his horse at a place immortalised as Gordon's Leap'.

 

The inscriptions around the base of the statue read:

 

He paweth in the valley, and rejoiceth in his strength:

He goeth forth to meet the armed men.

He mocketh at fear, and is not afraid,

Neither turneth he back from the sword.

JOB 39 V21-22

*

ERECTED BY THE ADAM LINDSAY GORDON SOCIETY TO MARK THE CENTENARY OF THE POET'S LIVING IN BALLAARAT, ALSO AS A MEMORIAL TO THE 958, 600 HORSES AND MULES KILLED IN THE FIRST WORLD WAR, INCLUDING 169, 000 THAT LEFT THESE SHORES NEVER TO RETURN.

*

UNVEILED BY HIS WORSHIP THE MAYOR OF BALLAARAT, CR. M.J. BROWN 1969. PRESIDENT CR W.E. ROFF, C.B.E., SECRETARY P. ABSON, ESQ.

*

THE LAY OF THE LAST CHARGER

Forward, the trumpets were sounding the charge.

The roll of the kettle drum rapidly ran

That music, like wildfire spread at large

Madden'd the war horse as well as the man.

 

Where are they? The war steeds who shared in our glory,

The "Lanercost" colt and the "Acrobat" mare,

And the Irish division "Kate Kearney" and "Rory"

And rushing "Roscommon" and eager "Kildare".

 

We, too sprung from the loins of the Ishmaelite stallions,

We glory in daring that dies or prevails

From counter of squadrons, and crash of battalions,

The rendering of blackthorns and rattle of rails.

 

And what then? The colours reversed, the drums muffled.

The black nodding plumes, the dead march and the pall

The stern faces, soldier-like, silent unruffled,

The slow sacred music that floats over all.

BY A.L. GORDON

I was going to take a night shot of the Arch of Victory but I realised that, while it wasn't a 365 pic, I did one during Earth Hour earlier in the year. (Besides I'll be at it's re-opening tomorrow anyway).

Today's Project 365 photo is of a boat out sailing on Lake Wendouree. It carries the logo and colours of Ballarat Grammar.

The Yacht Club (the club, not the DJs) sails every Saturday doing their season. They also do a 'learn to sail' program www.ballaratyachtclub.com.au/Learn_to_Sail.php

And now... here's some smooth yacht rock

youtu.be/VMkIuKXwmlU

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