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This lovely brick building has been destroyed to make room for another luxury over-expensive building. I was fortunate to get that shot just one day before it was destroyed. RIP.
Spotted this shirt at the BATLE memorial art show this past weekend. A couple guys had them on. They weren't selling them, but made them to wear that day to pay respect to BATLE. Unknown to them, they used my photo. Made me smile to have it on there.
I was so sad yesterday to read the following tweet from Brooklyn Brewery:
"Gonna miss you, Monster. You were the hardest working cat in the Marketing Unit. instagr.am/p/NcZp1gN7iT/ "
Monster was very sweet when I met him. He looks a little cautious here but he let me pet him and really made the tour much more fun for me. Everyone was photographing the Brewery interiors while I was photographing the Brewery cat, Monster.
<3
There was also this blog entry on the Brooklyn Brewery site:
Bella was having trouble breathing so we took her to Emergency Room. She went into heart failure and with help from the vet she passed peacefully.
It has been a week now since I said my last goodbyes and I-love-yous to my sweet, adorable, dearly beloved little kitty cat, Belle (aka HRH Miss Belle, The Baked Potato, HoneyB, BunnyB, Bumby, Bumbles, Baby Girl, Cutie Pants, Sweetness, Sweetpea, Little B, Little Peep, Stinky, et cetera); she had a lot of silly nicknames…
I think I’ve just been grieving too much to share the news in a public forum or write a proper tribute for her. She was my steadfast little companion for 15 years – from January 2001, when I first brought her home from the Milo Foundation right after the holidays, to January 20, 2016.
I don’t think it’s possible to love an animal more than I loved that diminutive little five-pound cat, that “absolutely precious cottonball” as my friend Mark recently called her; she was kind of like a Japanese anime character – and in fact she was part Japanese Bobtail... I miss her so much. I miss her every time I return home and she’s not right there behind the front door waiting to greet me as she always was, with her inquisitive gray nose and quivering little bobtail. (If she wasn’t right at the door, it was possible cause for alarm – like the handful of times she had sneaked into a closet and been accidentally closed up in there for an entire day.) I miss her when I get up in the morning and there’s no little being making demands on me – or just making conversation (she was a rather chatty cat, with all kinds of vocalizations that changed or evolved over the years). I miss her when I go to sleep at night and she doesn’t amble up her little ‘old lady’ stairs to knead around and plop down on top of or right next to me.
She was such a funny little cat. A veritable “Penelope persnickety” – everything always on her own terms – and high maintenance as all get-out, but also gentle and sweet and totally devoted. Have I mentioned how cute she was…? With her slightly crossed, bright blue eyes flic.kr/p/ndp8Hp and her crooked little bunny tail and her small kitten-like stature and her ridiculously soft fur. And oh my word, could she purr – like an outboard motor when she really got going.
As much as I adored her – for me it was love at first sight – she took quite a bit longer to decide if I was worthy of her… Sometimes I wonder what happened to her in the first nine [or so] months of her life before I adopted her; I suspect it wasn’t very good, as it took her a long time to fully trust me, and quite a few more years after that to trust other humans who weren’t me. (Although she wasn't one to hiss or scratch or bite -- almost never! That was not at all her style.) To my surprise she became almost gregarious in her old age, even though she was sick* for the last three or four years of her precious little life (*hyperthyroidism, liver disease, kidney disease/failure). And either in spite of, or because of her stubborn, willful ways she was a great teacher to me over the years – about patience and love and acceptance. I had so much love for her; she expanded my heart. And now my big heart feels broken in two.
This first month of 2016 has been the cruelest month; truly, I can’t remember the last time I’ve cried and grieved so much and for so long: first there was the death of David Bowie on January 10th (the most beautiful, extraordinary man to have fallen to earth); then another beloved cat friend, Mark’s & Kim’s Tony, on January 16th (Tony was the epitome of a "cool cat" flic.kr/p/5CWfUP); and then my darling Belle just four days after that on January 20th. I heard Mayor Bill de Blasio declared January 20th “David Bowie Day” in NYC. I’d like to think David and Tony and Belle are all frolicking together somewhere, swimming like dolphins, forever and ever…
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This is the last time I saw Wheezie. I never knew her name, but had fallen in love with her & her mate when I first saw them on a very hot day in August 2002. I always stopped by the small mammal house just to see them - often sneaking in the "OUT" door.
But the last couple time there had been only one otter out, or none. On this day I found out that her mate had died in December and they had been very worried about her. They thought she was doing better, but I guess she wasn't.
RIP Wheezie.
RIP AND TEAR UNTIL IT'S DONE.
I've had DOOM on the brain a lot lately. Mostly cause I've been playing the 2016 one kind of nonstop (well, I do take breaks to finally play through the Dishonored games).
Thus, I wanted to make some figs from it and update my Doom Marine. Turns out though that Doom figs are goddamn hard to make. I wanted to make a Cyberdemon, maybe some Barons of Hell and so forth but I just couldn't puzzle my way through fig versions, so I just stuck with the simple ones.
Revenant: Pretty self-explanatory. Was looking for a trumpet so he could specifically be the DOOT Revenant.
Doomguy: A serious upgrade from my last one. Gave him Superboy arms, a Power Miners helmet and one of those re-breather things over a plain black head.
And some Imps, which are basically just hodgepodge Orcs/Goblins with Lone Ranger and Pirates legs.
Anyways, pretty simple but I'm mostly satisfied with em. Let me know what you think!
This evening I found my dearest friend Odin dead, I am shocked and hurt, he was healthy this morning, everything was okay, I follow him with a IP camera every day, and when I came home ..... I am not posting photos for some time, never felt more hurt than this very moment.
One year ago a fire started in one of the cabs of locomotive 42 081, destroying the cab completely and thus ending the service life of the last locomotive of the class in BDZ with the original laminated bodywork. On the photo 42 081 has just arrived in Shumen with train 20160 from Varna. The fire accident happened at the same station on 19 Dec 2012.
'Christopher Lee has died at the age of 93.
Lee passed away in Chelsea and Westminster Hospital, London, on Sunday after being treated for respiratory problems. '
RIP Christopher Lee... You will be missed :'(
'... while filming a scene in Lord of the Rings: Return of the King, in which his character, Saruman was supposed to stabbed in the back, Peter Jackson began coaching Lee on the sound a man makes when he’s stabbed to death. Lee, very calmly stopped Jackson and informed him that he was well aware how a man reacted upon being stabbed from first hand experience... '
John Prescott supporting factory workers after Holman Bros Closure in Camborne 1986.
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- Camborne, Cornwall 1986 - Asset stripping of British industry under Thatcher affected Camborne badly with the buy out of Holman Brothers. Founded in 1801 Holmans was a major manufacturer of mining equipment and even made machine guns during WWII. Many jobs were lost when the firm was bought out and the affect was devastating for the town, in response the Camborne Branch of the Labour Party organised a protest March. Led by local Brass and Silver Bands several thousand townspeople turned out to register their protest. The assembled crowd were addressed by local politicians as well as John Prescott and David Penhaligan who sadly died later that same year.
By the end of the decade eleven of the most deprived Wards in the UK were within the (then) Falmouth & Camborne Constituency.
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This is quite an old photo, but I figure it suited to be posted today. RIP to the soldier that was shot down today.
A sad day for Canadians, a gunman shoots an unarmed ceremonial soldier, and storms parliament hill. While he didnt get far, as someone who briefly worked on the hill, this hits home. It saddens me, and it also pisses me off.
Lest we forget
West Terrace Cemetery
Australian Imperial Forces Section
The Australian Imperial Forces (AIF) Cemetery was officially opened in 1920 soon after peace was declared in the Great War 1914-1918. Exclusively for the burial of ex-service personnel it was Australia’s first dedicated military cemetery.
Each grave is respectfully marked with a uniform, white marble headstone, differentiated only by its inscription. The design follows the philosophy of the Commonwealth War Graves Commission which believes in honouring all soldiers equally, without distinction on account of rank, race or creed.
The only colouring to appear on the standardised headstones is that of the unit badge; which was first introduced in Australia during the First World War to distinguish one regiment from another. This detail is rare among Australian war cemeteries.
Today, the AIF section spans an area of four acres and contains the graves of 4167 ex-service personnel, including four Victoria Cross recipients from the First World War. The cemetery was closed for burials in 1994.
The Cross of Sacrifice, situated prominently in the centre of Light Oval, was unveiled on 12 October 1924. A gift from the Federal Government, it was the first Cross of Sacrifice to be erected in an Australian burial ground.