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Finally!
I have my next encounter. It's been a tough 5 weeks or so since my last post. I've had several rejections over that time and was starting to think the whole project was too much to handle.
After striking out in Kingston several times on this day, I gave a last ditch try in my own hometown of Napanee. This is where I met Alex.
She was on the Springside Park Trail with her partner. I noticed her jacket from a distance, and I knew it would make for a great portrait with the gently falling snow.
I was so relieved at finally getting a shot, that I didn't get too much information from her. I did find out that she was from Kingston, and had made the trip to the Napanee River with binoculars in hand, for some bird watching. I'm sure it was a good day for it, as there were lots of geese and ducks milling about the edge of the ice.
After having such a difficult time trying to find someone in Kingston to photograph, I found it rather ironic that I had to come back to Napanee to find my Kingston subject. Weird.
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I was about to drive home from Kingston after doing a Costco run, when I decided I would do a quick drive through the downtown to see if I spotted anyone for my project. I brought the camera "just in case" so why not?
After hitting the university area, then down Princess street, and finally past Confederation Park, I decided to pull the plug and head home. On the way out of the downtown I passed the market square and there was a couple of booths setup, and I spotted this lady in a loud green halloween outfit.
I didn't have time to look too close though, and turned up Brock street. Right there in front of me was a coveted street parking spot. It seemed I was destined to park the car and get that picture.
Iris, was tending a maple syrup products stand, (Shady Mile Farm) and offered me a sample as I approached.
Speaking of maple syrup, I am convinced that our new plastic money, has maple syrup scent infused into it as a sort of anti-counterfeit measure. my wife says I'm crazy but stack a bunch of fives in a ziplock bag for a few hours, then take a whiff as you open it and you'll see what I mean.
Back to Iris. She had a well rehearsed pitch line about their family farm in Harrington, now being run by her son Scott. He's fifth generation she said proudly. She told me they had been selling in the market for about 2 years now. I told her that I saw her as I was driving by, and by the way she was dressed, I had to stop and try to get her photo. When I explained the project she mentioned that a Global News TV reporter had approached her a while earlier, so she figured she must have a knack for attracting cameras.
Iris didn't have too much to say, but I'm sure she was more concerned about not missing a sale instead of chatting with the odd guy with the camera. I did get a small bottle of dark syrup, you know to soak my money in.
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This is my 12th submission to the Human Family Group! To view more street portraits and stories visit The Human Family group
This picture is the 12th in my 100 strangers project. Find out more about the project and see pictures taken by other photographers at the 100 Strangers Flickr Group page
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He’s amazing! He will stand out from the crowd. Why is he hiding . . . Rejection, disapproval or fears. Everything in life is so subjective
Pygmy children living in the mountains in Rwanda; probably the poorest in the world. They also suffered from rejection by the other tribes in Rwanda.
On a nation state level the rights of the Pygmy as citizens of the modern nation states of Central Africa is also an issue. In most countries of Central Africa Pygmies are not considered citizens and are refused identity cards, deeds to land, health care and proper schooling. Also because of their short stature and different lifestyle the are also easy to spot and make fun of in general society. This results in a situation where Pygmies find themselves marginalized, poor and brutalized.
Source: www1.american.edu/ted/ice/pygmy.htm
Twa pygmies, the oldest residents of the African Great Lakes region were living in the Bwindi Impenetrable Forest before to be expelled in 1991, when their territory became a national park devoted to the mountain gorillas.
Only 100,000 Twa remain in Uganda, Rwanda, Burundi and Congo. Their Rutwa language, religion, songs and story-telling are dying.
'self-portrait'
After the first self portrait with Guy Fawkes mask, i decided that I would like to create a sequence of 3 photos, based on the phases of a dramatic opera.
Starting with overture, continuing with crescendo, and ending with finale.
Finale is the end of the opera.
Actor and mask are separating from each other but the drama of the character became part of the actor, ‘infected' by his ideas.
I try to emphasize this moment by creating an imagine of rejection, a hand that 'push back in the darkness’ the mask and, by then, their drama.
Name: Robin Marie Kingston
Age: 18
"Hey guys, my name is Robin Marie Kingston and I am new to all this modeling business. Let me let you into a little secret. I do not take rejection as an option, you either like me or you go looking for someone else. I am everyone's girl and there is no doubt in my mind that I'm going to win this. I don't have to depend on anyone to succeed so I'm not here to make friends. This competition will be all about me and no one else. Thank you!"
CASTE SYSTEM: It is another brick in the wall of discrimination based on the colour of the skin. The word caste originates from the Portuguese language. Such odd occurrence is because Portuguese sailors who visited India used the word caste to describe the “Varna” or labour separation based on the colour of the skin. The invading Aryans established the caste system in India. They used their genesis lore in the Vedas to outline and legitimize the caste system. According to the Vedas, a giant called Purusha was the original being from where all humans came about. From his head sprang the fair-skinned Brahmans or Hindu Priest – who think and speak Sanskrit. From his mighty and strong arms came the Kings and warriors. Business people and farmers originated in his stomach and tights. Moreover, from his feet came the darkest skinned people – original inhabitants of India or Dravidians – to do menial work. Thus, the darker the colour, the lower the position a person has in the caste system. Then, Aryans and British colonialists used a code called “Laws of Manu” to regulate all possible exchanges and roles among castes. The outcaste or pariahs are those who infringed the code or whose caste origin – usually mixed marriages -could no fit into the system or subject to rejection. As one is born into a family belonging to a specific caste and job, it is not possible to escape such fate but by turning to another religion. Many Hindu Indians converted into Buddhism or Islam in the past to escape their caste fate. During Independence, Caste abolition was a prominent concern for the father of the Indian nation: Mahatma Gandhi. The current Indian Constitution prohibited caste. However, it still prevails in Indian society to a sometimes alarming extent.
I changed the title after reading a comment about the impression this pic had on one of my contacts. I love tango. Don't know if I'm a tango girl, but I come from the place where tango was born; and I certainly enjoy the seduction game of a tango dance! Tango is art, for sure; but also an erotic mating dance. You may probably end in the bedroom if you dance with somebody whom you find sexually attractive.
This image could perfectly be a tango move. I think I miss tangoing, even though I just took a few lessons before embarking into this my new life.
I still haven't gotten my acceptance (or rejection) from Uinversity of Central Florida yet, so things are just kind of.. floating around.
So about the picture, I HATE HATE HATE the face
Thank you so much for the new edit RedFever!
I actually like the face in it now, it doesn't look at strained! YAY! You're amazing!
In my Mind
I don’t want you
Madness has got me
My body wants you
My body is me
I want you
To play life
HKD
The poor boy just doesn't take rejection very well. I know he will get over it soon. If this makes no sense to some of you, the previous shot will help explain.
Hope all are having a pleasant weekend.
Zenda was trying to woo female Isis, but she would have none of it. He tried to play sweet and innocent by rolling around in the grass, but she would have none of it. hahaha
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Señora Mariana Velásquez de Torreblanca expressly rejects any interviews from the deeply ill-favoured British rags, and on behalf of the great, proud and beautiful Spanish people sends only distaste.
Firmado, Fernando López, Asistente Senior de la Ministra
This picture is #27 in the 100 Strangers Project - Round 2
Meet Zino
Men have been relatively rare on the project - though I have a had few rejections on that front. However when I saw Zino striding in my general direction I knew instantly that he would be great subject. Tall and lanky, more than 6 foot , with the wavy hair and glasses he looked like a standout unique interesting personality. Once he passed me, as I stood deliberating, it took me a few minutes catching up. Once I did and made my request Zino agreed and walked with me to my chosen location where I thought the back-lighting would enhance his look further.
Zino, who is French, is a student. I asked him if he had modeled before and he said that has modeled for his friends which is not really surprising given how easy and confident he was in front of the camera. He also enjoys photography himself especially street photography. Zino's hobbies include reading with romance being is favorite genre, and enjoys athletics. His family and relatives is what he values most about his life and being around them makes him most happy. Chilled, confident, self[-assured and relaxed were my immediate impressions of this young man.
Thank you Zino for being part of the project - it was nice meeting you. Glad you liked your pictures. All the very best for your future.
Find out more about the project and see pictures taken by other photographers at the 100 Strangers Flickr Group page
For my other pictures on this project: 100 Strangers - Round 2.
For pictures from my prior attempt at 100 Strangers: 100 Strangers - Round 1.
Sensitivity to rejection is associated with low self-esteem and close affection to the second person. People with a high sensitivity to rejection anxiously await signs of rejection, without any hesitation interpret them and react to them excessively.
SYMBOLS
Blood, which I have used to illustrate this issue symbolize anguish and torment.
Of course, it also links to the emotional issues within us. Rejection can be at the heart of a dream filled with blood and pain. Despite appearances, it has a strong connection with the fear of rejection because life bears the imprint of pain which cannot be expressed in words. That is why I have used strong and expressive symbolism. The body which is turned back, hidden in refuge. This photo is taken in the woods, in the woods, between trees what symbolize social rejection. This issue is seen most clearly on the blossom of nature, which reveal the actual state and rejection of a person touched by this issue.
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Love..Confession... Proposal.. Rejection...It all happened in those 5 minutes ... this boy followed her, talked to her ( guess he proposed her ) & the girl rejected & left ...after the girl left him, he came rushing to me as he saw me clicking them both& told me ' didi, please take a picture of mine ' i said i did - with that girl & he sighed & said kya fayda..vo to gai... ab mere akele ki photo nikalo... & I clicked him... A 5 minutes love story....
Ready for rejection in red satin blouse, shiny black skirt, tights and red and black slingback high heels x x
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Cleaning up photo files, I came across this shot, taken on 7 January, 2021, when I was in Western Australian Covid quarantine.
Entry to the then largely Covid-free state of Western Australia was extremely difficult to get, even for genuinely desperate reasons. Four failed applications, the fifth, to my great relief, finally granted.
I spent quarantine in comfort at my daughter's in-laws' house that came with a lovely garden. I have to say, I quite enjoyed my COVID quarantine time, and was able to easily continue with my online painting course without being disturbed - apart by random calls from police COVID surveillance.
The way this worked:
When I applied for permission to enter the state of Western Australia, which was still largely COVID-free at that time (four rejections...) I had to provide the following information:
- reason for application (all compassionate reasons were routinely rejected)
- where I was staying;
- how many rooms the premises had;
- how many bathrooms;
- whether other people were living there during my stay;
- if yes, whether I would have my own room and bathroom;
- how I would get food;
- how I would get to and from the nearest PCR testing centre and - how I would travel to the final destination in Western Australia after quarantine, and its location.
After providing all this information it then was up to the particular officer who reviewed my application, whether the application would be accepted, or denied. Two were rejected straight away (not enough information provided); With the third I received some information on what would assist with the application, i.e. all the information listed above in detail, the fourth application was again rejected, despite providing detailed information and so, for the fifth time, I started the whole process again, now also providing a recommendation for approval by a medical practitioner whose care my relative was under. That was a great relief and I stayed in WA for close to six months and providing my relative desperately needed support.
I then received a G2G (Good to Go) pass which I needed to carry with me at all times.
Conditions:
- I was not permitted to leave the premises, except on day 14 to get a PCR test.
- During quarantine, I received calls at random times of the day, then had to take a selfie, tick some health checks, and send this information within 5 minutes to the Covid control centre, which was manned by police. Sending this information included, of course, the location.
- Failing to do this, police would come knocking in order to find out my whereabouts.
Apart from that, I also received daily emails from WA Covid Health, also requiring and confirming health information.
I was quite shocked the first time the call came: I was in the garden, the mobile phone inside, and a siren went off! Panicked I rushed inside fearing I had left the stove on, something was on fire, and it may be the fire alarm. It was the call from police! It was loud, very loud! The earliest calls came around 7am, just around the time I was in the bathroom, i.e. I learnt quickly to get up earlier than 6:30am in order not get caught sitting on the loo or be in the shower. The latest calls came around 8pm. On the odd occasion there were two calls per day.
PCR test on day 14:
One was permitted to walk no more than 2km to the nearest testing centre which, unfortunately, was more than 2km away. Day 14 turned out to be a very hot day.
The following is how this went:
RING A CAB
Destination?
Fiona Stanley Hospital
Aha. PCR test?
Yes
One moment please. I have to refer you to the supervisor.
Thank you.
Destination?
Fiona Stanley Hosptial
Aha. For a PCR test?
Yes, please
Taxi should be there within 10 minuites.
Thank you.
Taxi arrived within 10 minutes. How good is that?
Friendly driver whose daughter lived in Syndey and who he couldn't visit due to return entry restricitons to WA (14 day quarantine requirements for returning WA residents who also needed to apply for permission to re-enter WA leaving some WA residents stranded in other states, unable to return home and causing major distress, not to mention additional expense for accommodation, to many).
Arriving at the clinic, there was a small marquis and two nurses in full protective gear, handing out information and hand-sanitizers, taking details. I was then motioned to proceed to the clinic.
To my relief, I was the first at the clinic and was promptly whisked into a room for testing. After the test, I was given some written information in an envelope which I did not bother reading and asked to wait outside. Two chairs were provided in the shade. It was very hot already, probably in the mid to high 30's C.
RETURN TRIP
Ring taxi. The same company. The same lady answering the call.
Pick up, please?
Fiona Stanley Hospital
Aha. PCR test?
Yes
I have to refer you to the supervisior.
Thank you.
Pick up?
Fiona Stanley Hospital
Aha. PCR test ...
Yes
Ok. I have to find a driver who will take the fare. If the wait is longer than 30 minutes, call back and I'll try to find someone else.
HUH ???
And so, the wait began, in very hot weather. While waiting, I decided to read the information I was given. People walking past looked at me with suspicion. WA at this time was basically covid-free and anybody near a PCR clinic could be a potential health hazard.
The information was for the taxi driver:
- All windows to be open;
- Passenger and driver to wear masks;
- Hands sanitized
- Taxi to be deep-cleaned after every fare with a passenger from a PCR testing clinic!
No wonder drivers were reluctant to take a fare! The clinic was about 4km away from 'home', which I could have easily walked had it not been due to restrictions and the by now very hot day. Half an hour came and went and I was contemplating how to get back if no driver was prepared to take the fare. Ring police? Thankfully, shortly after a taxi arrived. Windows open, masks on, hands sanitized. It was a very breezy drive, wind in the hair :)
I had the impression the taxi driver was not impressed.
I was not permitted to leave my quarantine until I had received the PCR test result which needed to be nagative, i.e. the earliest I could leave was day 15. The negative result came in the afternoon of day 15, together with a last police check around 8pm. Hence, left quarantine on day 16.
And now?
Eventually, the authorities decided to just let it rip and 'live with covid'. I don't follow the statistics anymore, but there appear to be claims that despite high vaccination rates, numbers of COVID deaths have increased more than would be expected at any other time (whatever that may mean...)
So far, I have evaded getting ill with this virus :)
A tricky scene to capture, especially on a badly set-up Newtonian. Please excuse the poor diffraction spikes.
120*3min OSC data with a Neodymium filter, processed like nobody's in PI with a fake SHORGB palette (NB channels extracted with the DBextract script).
I'm particularly pleased to have got Ced-4a, a tiny yellow blob of nebulosity in the middle of the two obvious IC59 + IC63 nebulae.
Performing a takeoff rejection on Rwy 30 at Long Beach Airport (LGB/KLGB) during her pre-delivery flight test program.
Belgian postcard by Fotoprim, Bruxelles (Brussels), no. 7. Photo: United Artists. John Wayne in Red River (Howard Hawks, 1948).
American actor John Wayne (1907-1979) was one of the most popular film stars of the 20th century. He received his first leading film role in The Big Trail (1930). Working with John Ford, he got his next big break in Stagecoach (1939). His career as an actor took another leap forward when he worked with director Howard Hawks in Red River (1948). Wayne won his first Academy Award in 1969. He He starred in 142 films altogether and remains a popular American icon to this day.
John Wayne was born Marion Robert Morrison in 1907, in Winterset, Iowa. Some sources also list him as Marion Michael Morrison and Marion Mitchell Morrison. He was already a sizable presence when he was born, weighing around 13 pounds. The oldest of two children born to Clyde and Mary 'Molly' Morrison, Wayne moved to Lancester, California, around the age of seven. The family moved again a few years later after Clyde failed in his attempt to become a farmer. Settling in Glendale, California, Wayne received his distinctive nickname 'Duke' while living there. He had a dog by that name, and he spent so much time with his pet that the pair became known as 'Little Duke' and 'Big Duke', according to the official John Wayne website. In high school, Wayne excelled in his classes and in many different activities, including student government and football. He also participated in numerous student theatrical productions. Winning a football scholarship to University of Southern California (USC), Wayne started college in the fall of 1925. Unfortunately, after two years, an injury, a result of a bodysurfing accident, took him off the football field and ended his scholarship. While in college, Wayne had done some work as a film extra, appearing as a football player in Brown of Harvard (Jack Conway, 1926) with William Haines, and Drop Kick (Millard Webb, 1927), starring Richard Barthelmess. Out of school, Wayne worked as an extra and a prop man in the film industry. He first met director John Ford while working as an extra on Mother Machree (John Ford, 1928). With the early widescreen film epic The Big Trail (Raoul Walsh, 1930), Wayne received his first leading role, thanks to director Walsh. Raoul Walsh is often credited with helping him create his now legendary screen name, John Wayne. Unfortunately, the Western was a box office failure. For nearly a decade, Wayne toiled in numerous B-films. He played the lead, with his name over the title, in many low-budget Poverty Row Westerns, mostly at Monogram Pictures and serials for Mascot Pictures Corporation. By Wayne's own estimation, he appeared in about 80 of these horse operas from 1930 to 1939. In Riders of Destiny (Robert N. Bradbury, 1933), he became one of the first singing cowboys of film, named Sandy Saunders, although via dubbing. During this period, Wayne started developing his man of action persona, which would serve as the basis of many popular characters later on.
Working with John Ford, John Wayne got his next big break in Stagecoach (John Ford, 1939). Because of Wayne's B-film status and track record in low-budget Westerns throughout the 1930s, Ford had difficulty getting financing for what was to be an A-budget film. After rejection by all the major studios, Ford struck a deal with independent producer Walter Wanger in which Claire Trevor, who was a much bigger star at the time, received top billing. Wayne portrayed the Ringo Kid, an escaped outlaw, who joins an unusual assortment of characters on a dangerous journey through frontier lands. During the trip, the Kid falls for a dance hall prostitute named Dallas (Claire Trevor). The film was well received by filmgoers and critics alike and earned seven Academy Award nominations, including one for Ford's direction. In the end, it took home the awards for Music and for Actor in a Supporting Role for Thomas Mitchell. Wayne became a mainstream star. Reunited with Ford and Mitchell, Wayne stepped away from his usual Western roles to become a Swedish seaman in The Long Voyage Home (John Ford, 1940). The film was adapted from a play by Eugene O'Neill and follows the crew of a steamer ship as they move a shipment of explosives. Along with many positive reviews, the film earned several Academy Award nominations. Around this time, Wayne made the first of several films with German star Marlene Dietrich. The two appeared together in Seven Sinners (Tay Garnett, 1940) with Wayne playing a naval officer and Dietrich as a woman who sets out to seduce him. Off-screen, they became romantically involved, though Wayne was married at the time. There had been rumours about Wayne having other affairs, but nothing as substantial as his connection to Dietrich. Even after their physical relationship ended, the pair remained good friends and co-starred in two more films, Pittsburgh (Lewis Seiler, 1942) and The Spoilers (Ray Enright, 1942). Wayne's first color film was Shepherd of the Hills (Henry Hathaway, 1941), in which he co-starred with his longtime friend Harry Carey. The following year, he appeared in his only film directed by Cecil B. DeMille, the Technicolor epic Reap the Wild Wind (1942), in which he co-starred with Ray Milland and Paulette Goddard; it was one of the rare times he played a character with questionable values. Wayne started working behind the scenes as a producer in the late 1940s. The first film he produced was Angel and the Badman (James Edward Grant, 1947) with Gail Russell. Over the years, he operated several different production companies, including John Wayne Productions, Wayne-Fellows Productions and Batjac Productions.
John Wayne's career as an actor took another leap forward when he worked with director Howard Hawks in Red River (1948). The Western drama provided Wayne with an opportunity to show his talents as an actor, not just an action hero. Playing the conflicted cattleman Tom Dunson, he took on a darker sort of character. He deftly handled his character's slow collapse and difficult relationship with his adopted son played by Montgomery Clift. Also around this time, Wayne also received praise for his work in John Ford's Fort Apache (1948) with Henry Fonda and Shirley Temple. Taking on a war drama, Wayne gave a strong performance in Sands of Iwo Jima (Allan Dwan, 1949), which garnered him his first Academy Award nomination for Best Actor. He also appeared in more two Westerns by Ford now considered classics: She Wore a Yellow Ribbon (John Ford, 1949) and Rio Grande (John Ford, 1950) with Maureen O'Hara. Wayne worked with O'Hara on several films, perhaps most notably The Quiet Man (John Ford, 1952). Playing an American boxer with a bad reputation, his character moved to Ireland where he fell in love with a local woman (Maureen O'Hara). This film is considered Wayne's most convincing leading romantic role by many critics. A well-known conservative and anticommunist, Wayne merged his personal beliefs and his professional life in Big Jim McLain (Edward Ludwig, 1952). He played an investigator working for the U.S. House Un-American Activities Committee, which worked to root out communists in all aspects of public life. Off screen, Wayne played a leading role in the Motion Picture Alliance for the Preservation of American Ideals and even served as its president for a time. The organisation was a group of conservatives who wanted to stop communists from working in the film industry, and other members included Gary Cooper and Ronald Reagan. In 1956, Wayne starred in another Ford Western, The Searchers (John Ford, 1956). He played Civil War veteran Ethan Edwards whose niece is abducted by a tribe of Comanches and he again showed some dramatic range as the morally questionable veteran. He soon after reteamed with Howard Hawks for Rio Bravo (1959). Playing a local sheriff, Wayne's character must face off against a powerful rancher and his henchmen who want to free his jailed brother. The unusual cast included Dean Martin and Angie Dickinson.
John Wayne made his directorial debut with The Alamo (John Wayne, 1960). Starring in the film as Davy Crockett, he received decidedly mixed reviews for both his on- and off-screen efforts. Wayne received a much warmer reception for The Man Who Shot Liberty Valance (John Ford, 1962) in which he played a troubled rancher competing with a lawyer (James Stewart) for a woman's hand in marriage. Some other notable films from this period include The Longest Day (Ken Annakin, Andrew Marton, Bernhard Wicki, 1962) and How the West Was Won (John Ford, Henry Hathaway, George Marshall, 1962). Continuing to work steadily, Wayne refused to even let illness slow him down. He successfully battled lung cancer in 1964. To defeat the disease, Wayne had to have a lung and several ribs removed. In the later part of the 1960s, Wayne had some great successes and failures. He co-starred with Robert Mitchum in El Dorado (Howard Hawks, 1967), which was well received. The next year, Wayne again mixed the professional and the political with the pro-Vietnam War film The Green Berets (Ray Kellogg, John Wayne, 1968). He directed and produced as well as starred in the film, which was derided by critics for being heavy handed and clichéd. Viewed by many as a piece of propaganda, the film still did well at the box office. Around this time, Wayne continued to espouse his conservative political views. He support friend Ronald Reagan in his 1966 bid for governor of California as well as his 1970 re-election effort. In 1976, Wayne recorded radio advertisements for Reagan's first attempt to become the Republican presidential candidate. Wayne won his first Academy Award for Best Actor for True Grit (Henry Hathaway, 1969). He played Rooster Cogburn, an one-eyed marshal and drunkard, who helps a young woman named Mattie (Kim Darby) track down her father's killer. A young Glen Campbell joined the pair on their mission. Rounding out the cast, Robert Duvall and Dennis Hopper were among the bad guys the trio had to defeat. A later sequel with Katherine Hepburn, Rooster Cogburn (Stuart Millar, 1975), failed to attract critical acclaim or much of an audience. Wayne portrayed an aging gunfighter dying of cancer in his final film, The Shootist (Don Siegel, 1976), with James Stewart and Lauren Bacall. His character, John Bernard Books, hoped to spend his final days peacefully, but got involved one last gunfight. In 1978, life imitated art with Wayne being diagnosed with stomach cancer. John Wayne died in 1979, in Los Angeles, California. He was survived by his seven children from two of his three marriages. During his marriage to Josephine Saenz from 1933 to 1945, the couple had four children, two daughters Antonia and Melinda and two sons Michael and Patrick. Both Michael and Patrick followed in their father's footsteps Michael as a producer and Patrick as an actor. With his third wife, Pilar Palette, he had three more children, Ethan, Aissa, and Marisa. Ethan has worked as an actor over the years.
Sources: Biography.com, Wikipedia and IMDb.
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Contrairement à nous, les oiseaux ne possèdent ni dents, ni glandes salivaires. Ils ne mâchent pas leur nourriture : ils boulottent tout rond des morceaux dépecés ou carrément des proies entières.
Leur gésier accumulent toutes les parties indigestes de leur nourriture pour former une pelote. Cette pelote sera ensuite rejetée par le bec (rien à voir avec une crotte !). On l’appelle d’ailleurs pelote de réjection ou boulette de régurgitation.
The history of Salisbury Beach’s carousel is complex tale of fire, reconstruction, rejection and auction, as well as adoration, restoration and, hopefully, repatriation, if local business owners can bring it home to Broadway.
According to its sales brochure from Brass Ring Carousel Company, the merry-go-round many rode as children at Salisbury Beach Center is fully restored and in storage in California, commanding a price of $2.75 million. Built around 1890 by Charles I.D. Looff, a famous craftsman who carved and build more than 40 carousels, its first home was Coney Island in New York.
The original Salisbury Beach carousel, “The Culver Flying Horses,” was destroyed by fire in 1913, according to Brass Ring. Looff’s Coney Island merry-go-round took its place in 1914. The name became “The Broadway Flying Horses” in 1933, when Salisbury’s Rogers family bought it. Its nickname for many summer visitors was “The Dobbie Horses.”
An anchor of Salisbury Beach’s seaside resort, it ran every summer at 2 Broadway until 1976, when Roger Shaheen bought it from the heirs of Louis Rogers. Shaheen, in a move that devastated the community, sold the ride in 1977, replacing it first with a water slide, then a go-cart course and batting cages.
According Salisbury Beach businessman Wayne Capolupo, Salisbury’s carousel moved to Seaport Village in San Diego, California, where it operated from 1977 until 2004, with pictures of its former life at Salisbury Beach on display.
“In 2004, the owner of the amusement park in San Diego died,” Capolupo said. “His heirs had to sell off all the rides at auction to settle the estate. That’s when it was bought by a Connecticut man who was buying up old carousels to prevent them from going to people who’d take them apart and sell off the horses one by one. He owns a number of historic carousels.”
Capolupo said it was the merry-go-round’s Connecticut rescuer — whose name no one knows — who called in Brass Ring Carousel to restore the Broadway Flying Horses. According to Capolupo, Brass Ring’s owner, Dan Horenberger, had carousels in his DNA.
“His great-grandfather was Charles Looff,” Capolupo said. “I’m told the carousel is in museum quality. It’s still in storage.”
As Salisbury Beach Center deteriorated over the decades, many people yearned for the return of the legendary carousel, seeing it as a way to resurrect the beach’s golden era. About a decade ago, Capolupo searched, and found the carousel in the care of Brass Ring’s Horenberger.
“I found it 10 years ago, but back then I had no place to put it,” Capolupo said.
Last year that changed when he and Salisbury’s Abdulla family bought the 10,000-square-foot building at 6 Broadway, which is almost directly across from the carousel’s original address. After a brainstorming session, Fred Abdulla said, the idea of using it as a site for Salisbury’s Broadway Flying Horses emerged. Since Capolupo was led to believe the Connecticut owner would like the carousel to return to its roots in Salisbury, the concept seemed plausible.
But last fall, Horenberger died unexpectedly, Capolupo said. He’d been Capolupo’s only intermediary with the carousel’s reclusive owner. Now speaking with one of Horenberger’s heirs, Capolupo and the Abdullas are trying to make the deal work, aiming to write a happy Salisbury ending in the saga of the Looff Broadway Flying Horses.
Just another in the long list of RailPictures.net rejections.....
Reason(s) for Rejection:
- Bad Cropping: Most often this means that the composition of the photo is poor as it relates the cropping of the image.
- Poor lighting (Backlit): The image is backlit or doesn't feature enough nose light on the subject.
The most recent slew of rejections for poor lighting was because the sun was too high in the summer. I could do something with the cropping and resubmit it, but I won't because I like this the way it is.
That was what I wrote back in March in reference to this picture being rejected by RP.net. Here's what I wrote today
(8/6/08) I revisted the cropping issue and I think I was able to make a crop that I could live with. I still like the original because it has "distance" to it. Let me know what you think.
Oh, and for GR...."Long Train Runnin'" - Doobie Brothers
The Continental Mark II is an ultra-luxury coupé that was sold by the Continental Division of Ford for the 1956 and 1957 model years.[2] The first (and only) product line of Continental, the Mark II was developed as the worldwide flagship vehicle of Ford Motor Company.[2] Developed as a successor for the 1939–1948 Lincoln Continental, the Mark II derived its nameplate from European manufacturing practice, denoting a second generation of the model family; Ford would later use this nomenclature for the Mark Series of flagship personal luxury cars.
As the most expensive American-produced automobile of the time, the Mark II was marketed against the Rolls-Royce Silver Cloud and the Bentley Continental.[2][3] Produced solely as a two-door hardtop coupe, the Mark II was largely hand-assembled, sourcing its V8 powertrain from the standard Lincoln line.[2][3]
Following the 1957 model year, the Mark II was discontinued, with the hand-built coupe replaced by a rebranded Lincoln. For 1969, Ford revived the Mark series chronology, debuting the (second) Continental Mark III coupe, leading to five successive generations, ending with the 1998 Lincoln Mark VIII coupe. Alongside its nameplate nomenclature, the Mark II debuted the integrated "Continental" spare-tire trunklid (in place of a bumper-mounted spare tire); each generation of the Mark Series (alongside the 1977–1980 Lincoln Versailles and 1982–1987 Lincoln Continental) used a variation of this feature. The Mark II also debuted the rectangular four-point star emblem, which remains in use on Lincoln-brand vehicles (in modified form) today.
The Mark II was assembled by Ford at Allen Park Body and Assembly in Allen Park, Michigan. Following the discontinuation of the Mark II, the facility was converted to the headquarters of the ill-fated Edsel brand. Today, it remains as the Ford Pilot Plant, where Ford pre-production vehicles are hand-assembled for testing and production development.
Background
Hood ornament, Continental Mark II
For the 1949 model year, all three divisions of Ford Motor Company unveiled their first post-war product line, with Lincoln discontinuing the Lincoln Continental after six years of production (interrupted by World War II). Following World War II, the Lincoln and Mercury brands had been grouped together within a common division to streamline their operations. While the Lincoln Continental had gone on to build a positive reputation, the Continental was an aging design, as a variant of the 1936 Lincoln-Zephyr.
Following the withdrawal of the 1939–1948 Lincoln Continental, by the early 1950s, interest in a successor vehicle proved sufficient for Ford Motor Company to commence development on a successor.[4] In 1952, the company formed the Special Product Operations team (later Special Products Division).[5] Led by William Clay Ford, the team consisted of John Reinhart (chief stylist), Gordon Buehrig (chief body engineer; designer of the Cord 810), and Harley Copp (chief engineer).[6][7]
Initially meeting with rejection from upper Ford management, in 1953, design work was approved to bring a successor to the Continental to production.[7] A full-size clay model was approved in June 1953, “subject to minor revisions.” [8] The same year, the two-door luxury segment saw several American-produced vehicles enter production, with the launch of the limited-production Cadillac Eldorado, Buick Skylark, and Oldsmobile 98 Fiesta convertibles by General Motors (coinciding with the launch of the Chevrolet Corvette, as a sports car roadster), the Chrysler C-300 and the Packard Caribbean convertible.[4]
Under William Clay Ford, the Special Products Division set out several objectives. In addition to creating a successor to the 1939–1948 Lincoln Continental, the Continental Mark II was also intended to revive the memory of the 1930s coachbuilt Lincoln Model K, among the flagship American automobiles of the time.[7] In April 1955, the Continental Division was created by Ford Motor Company as a stand-alone division to handle the Continental Mark II. While a two-door hardtop would be offered as the debut vehicle, the model range would expand to a retractable-hardtop convertible and a four-door hardtop sedan.[7][9][10]
Ford noted in 1956 that: “At the very beginning of this program, four major design objectives were set forth: 1. The new Continental was to have distinctive styling. The styling was to be based upon clean, classic lines, rather than modernistic innovations. 2. The new car was to include technological advancements and special features which would enhance its value to the customer in terms of comfort, durability, safety, performance, and prestige. 3. The overall height of the car was not to exceed 58 in. 4. There was to be maximum interchangeability of chassis parts with Lincoln, including engine, transmission, rear axle, and suspension.”[11]
While the original Continental coupe sold relatively poorly in contrast to its convertible counterpart, the Special Products Division had set out to introduce a full range of body styles in contrast to the Cadillac Eldorado and Packard Caribbean....Wikipedia