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From the archives...I am deliberately staying away from xmas shots :P
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Lt. Osed walked into detective Shippe´s office. ´Quistis´, he said, we have talked about this before but you really need a new partner.´ Detective Shippe´s former partner refused to work with her any longer since she was stubborn and only did things her way without taking her partner into account.
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Passing over the Trent & Mersey Canal, and against the backdrop of the steamy Tata Chemicals plant (purveyors of synthetic soda ash), is Freightliner unit 70011 hauling the 9.16am Bredbury RTS - Runcorn Folly Lane (6F33) industrial and domestic refuse train, aka 'The Binliner'.
The location is Lostock Gralam on the outskirts off Northwich where I'd brought the camera along to take advantage of a 'waiting appointment' for a car service. Due to some additional personal commitments taken on recently, outings with the camera have been thin on the ground and while I'll be catching up over the next few days, Flickr presence will be a bit hit and miss for the next few weeks.
This is hardly a new spot, but what drew me to the shot was what I believe to be the relatively new, and certainly eye-catching, narrow boat moored up on the right, together with the reflections in the canal. Named 'Forget-me-not', my research suggests the boat was built locally a couple of years or so ago, and is 57' long. Designed for permanent living my guess is you'd see little change from a £100k if something like this took your eye. But for sure I can see the appeal!
10.56am, 13th July 2021
No, I just refuse to believe my eyes
In front of me something I can't recognize
You stood beside me all my life
The heart machines are ticking
I can hear the life support pumping
The line between life and death doesn't become any clearer than this
Covered with an oxygen mask
These words will be his last
With the energy he has got left
He turns to me and say
I can not stand by you
Till the end of the world like I said I would do
No, I won't be able to
Help you carry the weight of the world
My time has come
Silent as a butterfly
I'll be flying beside you
Watching above you
Silent as a butterfly
All of a sudden I've lost my strength
Isn't it scary how things can change
Mm, in an instant just like that
Whenever I had questions
You always had the answers
You taught me about life
And the importance of being yourself
And to highly value honesty
How not to lose grip of reality
With both your feet on the ground
I can not stand by you
Till the end of the world like I said I would do
No, I won't be able to
Help you carry the weight of the world
My time has come
Silent as a butterfly
I'll be flying beside you
Watching above you
Silent as a butterfly
You weren't suppose to see me like this
And I'm sorry, sorry
I must leave, it's my turn
But I will see you soon (soon)
I cannot stand by you
Till the end of the world like I said I would do
No, I won't be able to
Help you carry the weight of the world
My time has come
Silent as a butterfly
I'll be flying beside you
Watching above you
Silent as a butterfly
As A Butterfly - Dead By April
A huge thank you to Abigail Brewer for posing for me in this shot. It wouldn't have felt right to me if I did it without you. ♥♥
Photo taken at Lux Aeterna. Please go check out the beautiful SIM.
I was going to skip this week's Smile on Saturday's theme "Spooky Spiders" since I don't like them and refuse to get rid of live ones then decorate with fake ones...lol. However, our local restaurant we frequent often had these spider decorations. So, happy Halloween weekend to my flicker friends who celebrate this spooky fun holiday.
RADIANCE
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I have always been touched by the tragic story of the Romanovs and fascinated by the history of the Czars. The Romanov family reigned from 1613 to 1917.
Anastasia was only 17 when she was executed/ murdered with her parents, three older sisters and little brother, in the basement of Ipatiev House by the Bolshevik revolutionaries under Yakov Yurovsky. They were shot and bayonetted to death.
After the revolution of 1917 which deposed him, Czar Nicholas appealed for asylum from his English cousin who later became King George V, but he was refused, supposedly for political reasons. This sealed the family's fate. To Communists the Romanov family were symbols of a decadent and oppressive autocratic regime and as such they were held prisoners in Siberia for more than a year before the decision was made to brutally murder them. it is believed Lenin ordered the execution.
After the fall of Communism the remains of five family members and four loyal retainers were finally found in the nearby Koptyaki forest and buried with ceremony in St. Petersburg in 1998. The two remaining children were found in 2007. All were identified by Dna thus putting to rest the stories that any may have escaped, especially Anastasia.
They were all declared holy martyrs and saints by the Russian Orthodox church. The Church of All Saints was erected on the former site of Ipatiev House..
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Kanyakumari (Inde) - Après une grève de 4 jours durant laquelle les marins pêcheur ont refusé de reprendre la mer pour inciter les autorités à intensifier les recherches pour retrouver les 200 disparus en mer après le passage d'un cyclone, le mouvement a été suspendu.
Le soleil est de retour et la mer s'est calmée. Les pêcheurs de Kanyakumari préparent leur matériel de pêche. Demain, ils reprendront la mer.
Kanyakumari (India) - After a 4-day strike during which fishermen refused to go back to sea in order to urge the authorities to step up the search to find the 200 missing at sea after a cyclone passed, the movement has been suspended.
The sun is back and the sea has calmed down. Kanyakumari fishermen prepare their fishing gear. Tomorrow, they will take to sea again.
Black Redstart, Manchester.
0850.18.12.2020
This is another image I created by moving a refuse bin in order to get the road to appear black/red. This little tactic attracted a few comments on a previous image and I got couple of private messages about the image too. I would have liked to have taken a picture of the wider environment at the time but sadly I do not have a wide angle lens and I have refused to adopt modern culture by adopting a mobile phone. Whilst the mobile phone is a great invention I very much subscribe to the Christopher Hitchens view of cell phones in his alternative 8th commandment (Google it). I managed however to find an image of the location on the internet and I have provided a link below. Whereas most of my images were taken in the back street the red road images were taken on the main road at the junction with the back street. I simply dragged the bin out into better light. I think in this image the bin was sitting on a narrow pavement so instead of blocking traffic I was blocking pedestrians. Whilst it is a little cheeky of me, it is surprising how accommodating the public including car users can be once they realise what you are doing. I was not over the moon with this image but a friend requested a large print of it so I emailed it to him and he informs me it is stunning...just shows I'm a bad judge...or maybe he is....all subjective in the end!
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PS if anyone would like to send me a cell phone for Christmas I will happily express my anger at it...please make sure it has a good camera in it. Init!
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It is assumed that Gorinchem was founded circa 1000 CE by fishermen and farmers on the raised land near the mouth of the river Linge at the Merwede. (Home of Gorik) is first mentioned in a document from 1224 in which Floris IV granted people from Gorinchem exemption of toll payments throughout Holland.
Somewhere between 1247 and 1267, Gorinchem became property of the Lords of Arkel. At the end of the 13th century earthen mounts reinforced with palisades were built around the settlement to protect it from domination by the neighboring counties of Holland and Gelre. Half a century later real city walls were built complete with 7 gates and 23 watchtowers. Otto van Arkel granted it city rights on 11 November 1322.
Jan van Arkel had a dispute with Albert I, brother of Willem V of Holland, leading to war and subsequently to the annexation of Gorinchem to Holland in 1417. This resulted in increased trade and Gorinchem grew to be the eighth city of Holland.
On 9 July 1572, the Watergeuzen (Dutch rebels against Spanish rule) conquered the city and captured 19 Catholic priests and monks. Because they refused to renounce their faith, these priests and monks were brought to Brielle where they were hanged and were from then on known among Catholics as the Martyrs of Gorkum.
By the 16th century, the city walls were so deteriorated that they were replaced with new fortifications and eleven bastions that still are almost completely intact. The new walls were completed in 1609 and were located further from the town centre, making the city twice as large. In 1673, Gorinchem became part of the old Dutch Water Line.
The city walls had four city gates: the Arkel Gate in the north, the Dalem Gate in the east, the Water Gate in the south (where the ferry to Woudrichem was), and the Kansel Gate in the west. Of these four gates, only the Dalem Gate remains. The others were removed in the 19th century to make way for vehicular traffic. A portion of the Water Gate was preserved in the gardens of the Rijksmuseum in Amsterdam.
Map of Gorinchem of 1869.
In the 18th century, the economy went into decline. After the French domination, the retreating French troops took station in the bastion fortress of Gorinchem. After a three-month siege they capitulated but the city was heavily damaged.
During the Industrial Revolution, Gorinchem recovered. Increased shipping led to new canals being dug and a railway connection to the city. Its population quickly increased, filling the innercity, and new neighbourhoods had to be built outside the city walls.
At the beginning of the 20th century, expansion took place in the Lingewijk and West neighbourhoods. After World War II, expansion started in the north-western portion of the municipality which was completed in the 1970s. This was followed by developments of the neighbourhoods Wijdschild and Laag Dalem east of the city center. In 1986, the town Dalem was added to the municipality.
In August 2021 ANWB named Gorinchem the most beautiful star fort in the Netherlands.
These big gators scattered in the water when I approached on the path behind them, but on my return trip, they refused to move ! Needless to say, I was very cautious in skirting around them. They can outrun me !!
The sun burns through a lattice of branches and leaves, turning the sky into a molten wash of orange and gold. The trees stand in stark silhouette, their shapes sharpened by the contrast, each leaf and twig etched like ink against fire.
Light spills through the gaps in the canopy, scattering into soft flares and fractured rays that feel almost tangible like the sun is pushing through the foliage one last time before sinking away.
The photograph captures that fleeting moment when day gives way to dusk, when the world feels suspended between heat and shadow. The textures of the leaves become patterns, the branches become architecture, and the sky becomes a glowing backdrop that refuses to be ignored. It’s a portrait of stillness wrapped in intensity a reminder that even the quietest scenes can carry the weight of something powerful.
This is Florida sunset energy distilled: bold, warm, dramatic, and impossible to look away from.
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"Hâtez-vous lentement, et sans perdre courage,
Vingt fois sur le métier remettez votre ouvrage,
Polissez-le sans cesse, et le repolissez,
Ajoutez quelquefois, et souvent effacez".
Dans mon cas pour cette gare, ce n'est pas 20 fois mais plusieurs centaines de fois.
Contrairement à ce que l'on pense souvent, cette formule ne fait pas référence à l’Odyssée d’Homère, dans laquelle Pénélope, la fidélité personnifiée, refuse de reprendre époux malgré l’interminable absence de son mari Ulysse. Et qui, pour éloigner les prétendants, donne comme excuse, des années durant, jusqu'au retour d'Ulysse, la confection d’un large voile qu’elle se doit de terminer avant une éventuelle seconde noce. Mais démonte chaque nuit tout ce qu'elle a tissé durant la journée.
Il s'agit d'une citation de l'écrivain français Nicolas Boileau dit Boileau-Despréaux, extraite de "L’Art poétique", un poème didactique de onze cents alexandrins classiques paru en 1674, qui, à mon sens, garde toute son actualité, près de trois siècles et demi plus tard.
Appartenant au registre désuet, elle signifie : n'hésitez pas à travailler et retravailler inlassablement votre projet ou votre texte, à le peaufiner, à l'instar de l'artisan tisserand, qui ne cesse de remettre, autant de fois qu'il le faudra, son ouvrage (c'est à dire la pièce de tissu qu'il est en train de fabriquer) sur son métier à tisser.
"Make haste slowly, and without losing heart,
Twenty times on the loom hand over your work,
Polish it endlessly, and polish it again,
Add sometimes, and erase often".
In my case for this station, it's not 20 times but several hundred times.
Contrary to what is often thought, this formula does not refer to Homer's Odyssey, in which Penelope, fidelity personified, refuses to take a husband again despite the interminable absence of her husband Ulysses. And who, to ward off the suitors, gives as an excuse, for years, until the return of Ulysses, the making of a large veil that she must finish before a possible second wedding. But dismantles every night everything she has woven during the day.
This is a quote from the French writer Nicolas Boileau dit Boileau-Despréaux, taken from "L'Art poétique", a didactic poem of eleven hundred classic Alexandrians published in 1674, which, in my opinion, retains all its topicality, nearly three and a half centuries later.
Belonging to the obsolete register, it means: do not hesitate to work and tirelessly rework your project or your text, to refine it, like the artisan weaver, who does not cease to put back, as many times as he will need, his work (i.e. the piece of fabric he is making) on his loom.
Inedible mushrooms are also often called “Toadstools”. They are not recommended for consumption, most often due to their taste, hard consistency or too small size. But some of them are poisonous and hallucinogenic.
I envy people who know how to pick mushrooms... I don’t know how, in the forest I see a lot of beautiful things, but not mushrooms, they always hide from me. My older brothers refused to take me into the forest, they had to look for me, not mushrooms :)
I took this photo for the theme ''Summer Holidays' of the Happy Caturday group. As you can see Tofu has set up his tent in the garden again. The tent is kind of his second home in summer and he often sleeps in there. His cousin Filou wanted the tent too but it definitely doesn't offer enough room for two cats and Tofu refused to move. :) Happy Caturday !
There are still some copper tones to be found clinging to the trees, but now getting harder to find. Taken in Little Wittenham Wood.
This was a man who not only wished to be remembered, he also wanted to tell us how. And the Anglican Church, St Andrew's in Wimpole (Cambridgeshire) in this case, totally agreed and offered its services, as she always used to do, to the self-importance of an overbearing noble family. These were people who automatically, without being voted in, were members of Parliament and representing interests no other than their own. So, I will not give the name of this person (d. 1834) who made sure that he was depicted in the robes and with the paraphernalia of the Knights of the Garter. The hard work of real memory, however, must include all those whose presence and contribution is excluded from this monument of political narcissism. Fuji X-E2.
Heard a bull frog croaking loudly then walked to the other side of a back pool and found this one hiding in the heavy shade as shown in next photo, but a ray of sunlight finally broke through to light it up. Waited several minutes but it never moved and refused to croak while I was watching so left. I'm sure it wanted to continue call for a mate and didn't want to give up its place. Still wanting to get a photo of one croaking, maybe someday. :)
www.youtube.com/watch?v=88dQn_-5hIM Some Led for the head <3
Thank You
Song by Led Zeppelin
If the sun refused to shine
I would still be loving you
When mountains crumble to the sea
There will still be you and me
Kind a woman, I give you my all
Kind a woman, nothing more
Little drops of rain, whisper of the pain
Tears of love's lost in the days gone by
My love is strong, with you there is no wrong
Together we shall go until we die, my, my, my
Inspiration's what you are to me
Inspiration, look 'n' see
And so, today my world it smiles
Your hand in mine, we walk the miles
Thanks to you, it will be done
For you to me are the only one
Alright, yeah
Happiness, no more be sad
Happiness, I'm glad
If the sun refused to shine
I would still be loving you
Mountains crumble to the sea
There will still be you and me
A dream
We had to bin everything, absolutely everything. There was a big container, a huge one, square shaped, as large as long, and we were putting everything in it. Like, the whole world had to be disposed of. Everything.
But I had a few things that I put aside, though, in an small envelope that I cared to keep, salvage: a key, a few papers carefully folded in four, a scribbled note from an ex-colleague.
A lady passed by, lofty and mean.
She saw everything...