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And you’ll never let me go
Together we’ll control the sunlight
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Reliving my to trip to Europe Sept - Nov 2012.
Inside the Tate Modern art gallery London, Oct 22, 2012 England. Day two of our stay in London. The weather wasn't kind to us!
Tate Modern is a remarkable combination of old and new. Bankside Power station was built in two phases between 1947 and 1963. It was designed by the architect Sir Giles Gilbert Scott, who also designed Battersea Power Station and Waterloo Bridge. Constructed of a brick shell supported by an interior steel structure, its striking monumental design with its single central chimney, had often led it to be referred to as an industrial cathedral.
In July 1994 an international competition was launched to select an architect to redesign the power station. By November, the initial 148 entrants had been whittled down to a shortlist of six. These were: David Chipperfield Architects; Office for Metropolitan Architecture/Rem Koolhaas; Renzo Piano Building Workshop; Tadao Ando Architect and Associates; Herzog & de Meuron and Jose Rafael Moneo Arquitecto. You can see all of the proposals presented by the short-listed architects in the Showcase.
In January 1995, the firm Herzog & de Meuron were announced as winners of the competition. The dignified simplicity of their proposal impressed the jury. Their respect for the original architecture, with subtle alterations rather than grand gestures, and the introduction of more light via the enormous roof light box, combined to create an interior both functional and modern.
Did you know?
Gilbert Scott's original design for Bankside Power Station
The height of the chimney of the power station is 99 metres (325ft), and was intentionally built shorter than the Dome of St Paul's Cathedral which stands at 114 metres (375 ft).
Approximately 4.2 million bricks were used in the building of Bankside power station.
The original design for Bankside had two chimneys rather than the single central chimney of the building we see today.
Sir Giles Gilbert Scott, the architect of Bankside power station, was also the designer of the British red telephone box.
For More Info:http://www2.tate.org.uk/archivejourneys/historyhtml/bld_mod_architecture.htm
Reliving the moment of glory at the Bodfish section house: CMQ #9022 is in eighth notch as it ascends out of Onawa with tonight's westbound Job 1 for Quebec. Three barns and two leaser Geeps are the lineup for tonight.
Seen on the way back to Plymouth for a well deserved rest is preserved AFJ 747T. This Bristol VR had not long prior to this photo just took part in a VR revival run from Exeter to Ilfracombe, its first public outing for over 10 years.
This little last minute outing was a little bit fitting considering this bus would've visited Paignton and Torquay whilst based at Laira Depot in Plymouth. At this time it had the "Joint Services" branding and was primarily used in and around the city but would make occasional visits to Torbay on a Sunday working which used joint service vehicles. The future plan for this vehicle is the eventually get it into Joint Services livery.(pictured on another VR here :- flic.kr/p/7dBBWg)
I look forwards to seeing this in the future as its restoration continues!
Reliving my to trip to Europe Sept - Nov 2012.
Tower Bridge, London Borough of Tower Hamlets, London, Oct 22, 2012 England. Day two of our stay in London.. Wish I could have had more as this is where I lived for sixteen years. The weather was overcast and fogy..just about raining.. but it wasn't cold!
Tower Bridge (built 1886–1894) is a combined bascule and suspension bridge in London which crosses the River Thames. It is close to the Tower of London, from which it takes its name, and has become an iconic symbol of London.
The bridge consists of two towers tied together at the upper level by means of two horizontal walkways, designed to withstand the horizontal forces exerted by the suspended sections of the bridge on the landward sides of the towers. The vertical component of the forces in the suspended sections and the vertical reactions of the two walkways are carried by the two robust towers. The bascule pivots and operating machinery are housed in the base of each tower. The bridge's present colour scheme dates from 1977, when it was painted red, white and blue for Queen Elizabeth II's silver jubilee. Originally it was painted a mid greenish-blue colour.
For More Info: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tower_Bridge
Part of an old, restored steam engine used to turn machinery in the early days of Australian farming.
Day 17 of Pentax Forum's Daily in February 2019 Challenge.
smc PENTAX-FA 31mm f1.8 Ltd.
The battered old van continues stubbornly on its way down the road. Larry, part relived, part impressed, taps the steering wheel and wonders how it has made it all these miles without a hitch. He looks at the dashboard and clicks his tongue. He turns to look at Eric, asleep next to him, and watches the others. The thin curtains have been pulled to the best of their ability across the windows, casting opaque shadows across the dusty interior; making it hard for Larry to see them from up front.
Larry: We need gas.
A voice pipes up from the shadows.
Rita: You didn’t think to check that before we left?
Larry: We had enough. To be honest I was amazed this thing still worked, I was kinda preoccupied.
Cliff sits up.
Cliff: Didn’t Chief have any lyin’ around back home?
Larry: I grabbed a few jerry cans, but that was all I could find. Besides, they’re useless – nothing in them. We can fill them up when we stop.
Cliff: We’re stoppin’?
Larry: We have to.
A nervous tension fills the air.
Larry: Look, I don’t particularly want to either, but if we don’t then we can’t go anywhere. Plus we could do with a few supplies.
Cliff: Who’s gonna get out?
They look at each other, then simultaneously cast their gaze on Rita. She stammers apprehensively as she sits up.
Rita: Oh that’s right, get her to do it, at least she looks normal. Just because I’m not a robot or bandage-wrapped like a burrito doesn’t mean I don’t have issues, you know.
Larry nods to Eric.
Larry: Fair enough. He can do it.
Cliff: What, and ditch us at the first sniff of freedom? He’s gotta stay in here.
Larry: Okay, I’ll do it.
Hearing no objections, Larry nods and settles himself. Cliff mutters under his breath as he slumps back into his seat.
Cliff: You must really wanna get him back.
They continue on for a short while until they arrive at a small town. Larry heads off the main road and pulls the van to a gentle halt at a shabby looking gas station. Cliff stirs and sits up, pulling the curtain back slightly.
Cliff: Where are we?
Larry: Somewhere in the States, I think. We haven’t passed a road sign for a few hours.
Rita and Eric observe the place through their own respective curtains. They don’t know it, but Larry looks around at the place worriedly. No one makes any attempt to move.
Cliff: So, you gettin’ out?
There is silence, permeated only by the distant sound of a group of kids mounted on bikes.
Morden: I can fill up if you’d like?
Larry considers this for a moment.
Larry: Fine. We don’t wanna be here any longer than we have to. You fill, I’ll go grab some supplies. Signal me when you’re done and I’ll pay. You two keep an eye on him.
Rita: Are you sure-
Larry: Rita, it’ll be fine.
He points to Eric as he stands and heads for the door.
Larry: Watch him. I’ll be two minutes. Let me know when you’re done.
Morden: Okay boss.
He pokes his head back in.
Larry: And don’t call me that.
Eric looks around uncertainly for a moment and follows Larry out. He goes over to the pump and begins to fill the van up as Larry heads for the store. He pushes the dirty glass door gently open and steps inside, a faint tune ringing out overhead. Despite his outer covering of bandages, the smell of sweat and strong liquor hits him like a wave and floods his senses. He looks at his chest as he feels a dull pulsing sensation.
Larry: Not now, please not now.
The feeling subsides. A few people previously occupied by the store’s jumbled shelves turn to look at him, and much like the store’s unique aroma it seems their eyes see through him instantly.
Larry: Hey guys, I’m pretty lost. You don’t happen to know of any pyramids in the area?
No one says anything, their eyes still burning into him.
Larry: That was a joke to break the ice.
He takes a breath and wanders over to the freezers, grabbing anything they may need whilst waiting for Eric to finish. He looks behind him out the store window and watches as Eric fills the van.
Eric continues on, watching the pump slowly tick over. Rita adjusts herself inside the van as she watches him, eagle-eyed. A sudden pang of nervousness reverberates through her, and as she looks down she realises she’s gripping the window ledge so hard it has started to leave an imprint in her malleable hands. Cliff pays her no attention as he faces away, spread across the back seat with his head gently resting on the window. He listens to the sounds outside: the drawl of passing cars; the birds circling above, until his attention is drawn to a group of kids on bikes, pulling up to the edge of the gas station. He gazes mindlessly at them, until they stop dead in their tracks and stare directly back at him. The shock of their faces all immediately turning to look at him causes him to sit up – if he had a heart, it may have skipped a beat. He continues to stare at them, seeing his own red eyes reflected back at him in the window. He suddenly realises how uncomfortable he’s become.
Outside, Eric watches as the display ticks over one last time and the pump clicks off. He removes the nozzle, resting it back on the pump and turns to the store and gives Larry two thumbs up. Larry waves a small hand back and Eric moves to the van door. Rita nudges it open for him, and as he climbs in he notices her looking over his shoulder at a pair of men. He doesn’t recall seeing them before, but he watches with interest as they emerge from round the side of the store and come to a halt. He realises they’re staring right at the van and shivers. He doesn’t know why – it’s not particularly cold.
Larry gathers his things and heads for the checkout, which is mercifully quiet. He smiles at the cashier, realises she can’t see it under his bandages, and drops his items clumsily onto the counter as he feels the eyes of several people on him. He feigns a look behind him as a glance at a shelf and notices none of them have moved.
Larry: I’ll have pump number four as well. Thanks.
He drums his fingers on the counter anxiously as the cashier scans his items.
Larry: Looks like I picked the wrong day to enter that invisible man lookalike contest, huh?
The cashier looks at him strangely. He can’t determine whether it’s fear, amusement or concern. She presses some buttons on the register as he grits his teeth and continues to drum on the counter.
Cliff, meanwhile, hasn’t stopped watching the gaggle of kids on their bikes – and they, rather disturbingly, haven’t stopped watching him. He doesn’t turn away as he hears Rita’s voice float quietly over from the other side of the van.
Rita: Cliff…?
Cliff: Hey Rita, come look at this.
But she doesn’t. She goes to speak again, but the words catch in her throat. Though only going slowly, the two men at the side of the store start to walk towards the van with an ominously blank expression on their faces.
Rita: Cliff…
Cliff turns his gaze from the kids.
Cliff: What? What is it?
He goes over to her and stares out the window.
Larry pulls some notes out of his coat pocket and hands them over to the cashier. She collects them up quickly and hands Larry his things in a plastic bag. He goes to take them off her, but she keeps a hold of them and leans in.
Cashier: You and your friends need to leave.
She speaks in a hushed voice, empty of malice and spoken like a warning. Her tone sends a haunting shiver of fear down Larry’s spine. He stares at her silently as he grips the bag in her hand.
Larry: I know.
He doesn’t know where the words came from, but he’s glad they came out. She lets go of the bag and Larry walks out of the store, careful not to look like he’s rushing. He doesn’t know if he imagines it, but he’s sure someone inside whispers something to the others as he leaves. He grips the bag in his arms and moves with purpose across the gas station and towards the van. He allows himself a quick glance to the side, where he spots a couple of men walking slowly forwards. The tension in his body is released as he lays a hand on the van door and climbs back inside. Never has its grim interior felt so welcoming.
Rita: Larry, we need to go.
She turns to him, and her expression immediately fills him with that same empty feeling of dread he had in the store. Rita goes back to staring out the window as Larry climbs into the driver’s seat, but before he can do anything Cliff moves to the door.
Rita: What are you doing? Cliff!
He slams the door open and steps out onto the asphalt.
Rita: Cliff! Get back in here right now!
She hisses at him but he takes no notice, instead staring at the two men.
Cliff: Hey assholes! Yeah that’s right, I’m talkin’ to you! You got a fuckin’ problem?
The two men stand still, arms by their sides and stare Cliff down.
Cliff: You got somethin’ you wanna say, huh? Come on assholes, COME ON!
Rita slips out the door behind him and tugs on his arm, but stops as she notices more people emerging from the store. The two men don’t move.
Rita: Cliff! Cliff that’s enough!
Cliff: Naw, I ain’t done yet. We’re just gettin’ acquainted, right fellas?
Larry runs out to join them and grabs his other arm. Cliff goes to shout again, but notices the others slowly closing in on them from the store. The two men smile.
Larry: We’re going! Get him inside!
Cliff backs up slightly, giving the others a chance to pull him back inside the van. The minute he’s in, Rita slams the door and Larry darts over Eric, still seated, to the driver’s seat.
Rita: We need to go. Now.
She turns to Cliff on the verge of angry tears.
Rita: What the hell do you think you’re doing?!
Cliff doesn’t say anything.
Rita: Reckless and stupid! You could have-
She catches herself as her cheek begins to droop. She gasps, bringing a hand to her face and pushes past Cliff into the bathroom. Cliff falls back in his seat as Larry pulls away, and he notices the faces in the gas station staring blankly back at them. From behind him comes a small rapping sound against the window, and he snaps his neck round to see the group of kids on bikes throwing carefully-aimed stones at the van. He says nothing, but knows Larry can hear them too as he pulls out of the gas station and back onto the road. Larry stares ahead for a minute, lets out a breath and says:
Larry: That was… I’m sorry. Don’t look back. Don’t look back…
But Cliff does look back, taking one last look at the gas station as it grows smaller in the distance. He can’t be sure, but it looks like the men are laughing as they disperse and vanish out of sight.
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As the late afternoon sun scatters forth its blinding rays of light across the Colombian landscape, an old, battered pick-up truck trundles on down its terminal path. From the back seat of said truck, Niles Caulder stirs quietly and notices his bound wrists and ankles. He grimaces as he massages the chafing skin around his restraints, then sneers to himself at the thought someone would feel it necessary to bind the ankles of a paraplegic. He looks forward at the back of a man’s head – that same one who came for him at the manor, he remembers – and cranes his stiff neck to look out of the window.
Niles: Hmm, Colombia. How quaint.
The man up front recoils at the sound of his voice and takes a moment to steady his driving before looking back at him in the rear-view mirror.
Beard Hunter: What?
Niles: We’re in Colombia.
Beard Hunter: You’re not as stupid as you look old man.
Niles: That’s funny. I don’t believe I’m either.
Niles smiles to himself as Beard Hunter maintains a diplomatic silence.
Niles: And you are?
Beard Hunter: That’s none of your concern.
Niles: Now you see, it really is. You come into my home, you assault me under my own roof and you disrupt some serious business of mine that, for every second I cannot attend to, grows in severity. I think, at the very least, you owe me your name, no?
Beard Hunter: Fine. My name is Beard Hunter.
Niles gapes at him for a moment.
Niles: I beg your pardon.
Beard Hunter: You heard me.
Niles: Beard Hunter? Seriously?
Beard Hunter: Seriously. Now keep quiet before I come back there.
Niles: You’re not going to do that.
Beard Hunter: And how do you know?
Niles: You’re sweating-
Beard Hunter: It’s hot.
Niles: Fidgety…
Beard Hunter: It’s been a long drive.
Niles: And looking over your shoulder every other second. You’re nervous. Clearly we aren’t far from wherever it is you’ve been told to bring me. You’re not going to waste time stopping this vehicle to discipline me now, surely?
Beard Hunter: How do you know I’ve been told to bring you anywhere?
Niles: Oh please. You expect me to believe a man who calls himself the Beard Hunter has enough authority to be a self-sufficient criminal? You’re muscle for hire, and a shoddy one at that.
Niles raises his bound hands.
Niles: And you call this a restraint? Dear me. And let’s not get started on my ankles. Think I’m going to run away, do you? My grandmother could do better and she’s been dead forty years.
Beard Hunter: Don’t make me come back there old man.
Niles: And what of it if you do? Are you going to kill me? Killing an unarmed cripple, your mother must be proud.
Beard Hunter: Don’t talk about my mother!
Niles pauses. He’s got what he was looking for.
Niles: Ah. I see.
Beard Hunter: What? What do you see?
Niles: Oh this really is amusing.
Beard Hunter: What’s amusing? Tell me!
Niles: You’ve got so many personality defects you may as well be a caricature.
Beard Hunter: Like what?
Niles: To begin with, you call yourself ‘the Beard Hunter’. If that’s not the sign of an inferiority complex then I’m Princess Diana.
Beard Hunter grinds his teeth.
Niles: And what is it with people like you and maternal issues, they’re ten a penny. What’s mumsy done to this one?
Beard Hunter: SHUT UP!
His hands leave the steering wheel and for a moment the truck swerves to the side. Realising what he’s done as soon as he’s done it, Beard Hunter grasps the wheel again and takes back control.
Beard Hunter: I see what you’re doing, and it won’t work. Nothing gets through my skin.
Niles snorts.
Niles: You do think rather highly of yourself, don’t you? Let me tell you my boy, there are terrible things in this world, perhaps even one in this very vehicle. And I can assure you, he most definitely isn’t sat in the front seat.
Beard Hunter: Is that supposed to sound threatening? You’re just some stupid old man, you don’t scare me.
Beard Hunter looks away and stares ahead at the road. Niles sits forwards, wrists still chafing in his restraints, and makes thunderous eye contact with himself in the rear-view mirror. All cheeriness in his voice gone, he speaks with all menace of a school headmaster who’s found phallic images drawn on his blackboard.
Niles: If you wish to continue on this path of deluded self-destruction, do be my guest. I shan’t stop you. But know this: when I get out of this – and I will – you would do well to find yourself a friend; someone you trust to watch your back. You will find yourself very much in need of it. Take me to wherever it is you’ve been told to take me, of course, I’ll play along. But one day, when you think your life is going fine, and consider this job far behind you, you will find the wrath of one stupid old man something most formidable.
He sits back and continues to stare in the mirror. Ernest Franklin looks round and shuffles uncomfortably. Trying with all his might to stay focused on the road, something in him sends a shiver through his body, and for the first time in his career he begins to doubt his life choices. He grinds his teeth, grips the steering wheel, and stubbornly continues onwards down the final stretch of road.
Relive the excitement of the discovery of Tutankhamun's tomb with this flapper-era close-fitting cloche embellished with hieroglyphics and metallic fringe. Three different colors available at Silk Road 2021: Journey to Egypt!
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Reliving my to trip to Europe Sept - Nov 2012.
London Oct 22, 2012 England. Day two of our stay in London.. it had started to rain at times and we were walking from Tower of London to St Pauls.
The Lord Raglan was named to commemorate Fitzroy Sommerset, the Lord Raglan. Field Marshal FitzRoy James Henry Somerset was the First Baron Raglan from 1788 to 1855, known before 1852 as Lord FitzRoy Somerset. He Served in the Peninsula War and was military secretary to the Duke of Wellington. In 1854, he was commander in chief of the British troops in the Crimen. Despite his many accolades, Lord Raglan was often regarded as ineffective in that role. In the battle of Waterloo, Lord Raglan lost his right arm, thus coining the term Raglan sleeve.
The Lord Raglan pub is one of the oldest sites in the city. It was originally known as ‘the Bush’ but then changed to Lord Raglan. This magnificent pub still retains much of its original features, including the remained of an old Roman Wall in the cellar.
Reliving my to trip to Europe Sept - Nov 2012.
Ludgate Hill, London Oct 22, 2012 England. Day two of our stay in London. The weather wasn't kind to us!
St Paul's Cathedral, London, is a Church of England cathedral, the seat of the Bishop of London and mother church of the Diocese of London. It sits at the top of Ludgate Hill, the highest point in the City of London. Its dedication to Paul the Apostle dates back to the original church on this site, founded in AD 604. The present church, dating from the late 17th century, was designed in the English Baroque style by Sir Christopher Wren. Its construction, completed within Wren's lifetime, was part of a major rebuilding programme which took place in the city after the Great Fire of London.
The cathedral is one of the most famous and most recognisable sights of London, with its dome, framed by the spires of Wren's City churches, dominating the skyline for 300 years.[3] At 365 feet (111 m) high, it was the tallest building in London from 1710 to 1962, and its dome is also among the highest in the world. In terms of area, St Paul's is the second largest church building in the United Kingdom after Liverpool Cathedral.
A Roman temple to Diana may once have stood on the site, but the first Christian cathedral there was dedicated to St. Paul in ad 604, during the rule of King Aethelberht I. That cathedral burned, and its replacement (built 675–685) was destroyed by Viking raiders in 962. In 1087 a third cathedral erected on the site also burned.
Many notable soldiers, artists, and intellectuals have been buried in the crypt, including Lord Nelson, the duke of Wellington, and Wren himself, who was one of the first to be entombed there. Above his resting place is the epitaph composed by his son, ending with the oft-quoted sentence “Lector, si monumentum requiris, circumspice,” which may be translated “Reader, if you seek a monument, look about you.”
For More Info: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/St_Paul%27s_Cathedral
paris in the palm of my hand /// my 365 project /// my 500px: photo outtakes
thank you once again to my sister, who gave me this globe and saved me from another awful shot.
Five artists on my playlists:
1. lady antebellum
2. matt doyle
3. tristan prettyman
4. sara bareilles
5. jason mraz
Relive the disappointment of the Ultimate Collector's Series Assault on Hoth - But Smaller! The set may be micro; but the disappointment is not.
Question the inclusion of a Wampa cave,
Despair at the missing shield generator module,
Sigh at the lack of unique figures,
Struggle to get the snowspeeder through the opening hanger doors,
Find solace in the inclusion of a Tauntaun,
Never speak of it again
Reliving my to trip to Europe Sept - Nov 2012.
Millennium Bridge, Thames Embankment, London Oct 22, 2012 England. We had to wait for about 30 mins until the Millennium bridge was open again after some repairs. Day two of our stay in London. The weather wasn't kind to us!
In 1996, the Financial Times held an international competition in conjunction with the London Borough of Southwark and the Royal Institute of British Architects to design a new footbridge crossing the Thames between Southwark and Blackfriars bridges.
It would be the first pedestrian river crossing over the Thames in central London for more than a century, opening in time for the first year of the new Millennium.
It is a 325m steel bridge linking the City of London at St. Paul's Cathedral with the Tate Modern Gallery at Bankside.
Although the Millennium Bridge, like all bridges, was designed to cope with a degree of movement it soon became clear that things were going seriously awry as the deck swayed about like a drunken sailor.
Elderly walkers clung on to the side of the bridge. People reported feeling seasick. The swaying bridge was looking like an expensive fairground ride.
So the bridge was instantly renamed as 'The Wobbly Bridge', and after two days of random swaying, swinging and oscillating wildly, the bridge was closed down by embarrassed engineers.
After a prolonged series of tests, it was decided to adopt passive damping system which would harness the movements of the structure to absorb energy.
After nearly two years of testing, the alterations were deemed a success and the bridge finally reopened to the public in February 2002 - and the swaying was banished forever!
For More Info: www.urban75.org/london/millennium.html
Tomorrow is the beginning of a very tough time for me, every year starting on April 7th until June 5th I relive everything that I watched my Mom went through as she as fighting brain cancer, it was the toughest thing I have ever gone through. I have nightmares of her passing away over and over again, just reliving everything! I needed to create an image that showed this.
- Reliving the heat..., the heat of the eternal light of morning. ..., bright morning ....., ancient morning .......
.- Volver a vivir el calor..., el calor de la luz de eternas mañanas....., luminosas mañanas....., antiguas mañanas......
Reliving my to trip to Europe Sept - Nov 2012.
Tower Bridge, London Borough of Tower Hamlets, London, Oct 22, 2012 England. Day two of our stay in London.. Wish I could have had more as this is where I lived for sixteen years. The weather was overcast and fogy..just about raining.. but it wasn't cold!
Tower Bridge (built 1886–1894) is a combined bascule and suspension bridge in London which crosses the River Thames. It is close to the Tower of London, from which it takes its name, and has become an iconic symbol of London.
The bridge consists of two towers tied together at the upper level by means of two horizontal walkways, designed to withstand the horizontal forces exerted by the suspended sections of the bridge on the landward sides of the towers. The vertical component of the forces in the suspended sections and the vertical reactions of the two walkways are carried by the two robust towers. The bascule pivots and operating machinery are housed in the base of each tower. The bridge's present colour scheme dates from 1977, when it was painted red, white and blue for Queen Elizabeth II's silver jubilee. Originally it was painted a mid greenish-blue colour.
For More Info: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tower_Bridge
Reliving historic moments at the Gagarin Cosmonaut Training Center in Star City, Russia, former Russian cosmonaut Alexey Leonov (top row, 2nd from the left) and former NASA astronaut Thomas Stafford (top row, 3rd from the left) join other members of the Stafford-Utkin Advisory Commission visiting Russia during a celebration of the 40th anniversary of the Apollo-Soyuz mission that opened a new era of space cooperation between the U.S. and Russia. Stafford commanded the Apollo spacecraft and Leonov commanded the Soyuz 19 spacecraft that docked on July 17, 1975 in the first-ever linkup of American and Russian space vehicles. At the lower left is cosmonaut Yuri Lonchakov, the Director of the Gagarin Cosmonaut Training Center.
Credit: Gagarin Cosmonaut Training Center
Blythe Relives Your Most Embarrassing Moments.....
This one is still a little fresh... it happened a mere three months ago. I had some QUICK shopping to do at Walmart (always a "get in - get out" situation) and had two of my kiddos with me, holding hands with them on both sides. I have no idea what happened next, but suddenly ALL THREE OF US fell victim to a Synchronized Faceplant, right there in the parking lot. A lady who happened to be walking by at just the right (wrong?) time said, "OH. MY. GOSH. Are you OKAY?? Can I HELP YOU?" in the loudest voice possible, garnering looks from other parking lot wanderers. I mumbled something that may or may not have made sense, and we all rushed inside.
(Please note the iPhone on the ground in front of Camryn. That actually happened.)
Reliving some old memories this morning with the kids. My oldest turns 20 today. Many fun adventures to Disneyland and Disneyworld with the family. Why didn't WDW add these kind of rides to the updated Fantasyland? This picture was taken with a Sony cybershot point and shoot camera.
I have always been a fan of photographing trains from inside of buildings and what is a better place to do it than an old interlocking tower? One of the troubles with photographing through a window is evenly lighting the room and matching it to what’s out that window. What I found to work best is to use off-camera flashes. This helps reduce window-glare and it puts the photographer in complete control of the light (at least on the interior). In this instance, I used AC Tower in Marion, Ohio, which still stands as a popular railfan hangout. Former tower operator, Peter “Pete” White, was nice enough to pose in the structure just as he did when he controlled AC Interlocking. The nearly 110 year old structure has the original, functioning interlocking board, equipped with the levers for signals and switches. Of course, the tower is not connected to any tracks, today, but it is still fun to pretend like it is!
While at a cafe today I noticed some Where's Wally books which I loved as a kid, so I decided to have some fun and relive my childhood!
I had to look for my high school diploma this past weekend to file with my enrollment for yoga school. I never found the diploma, but I did find plenty of other embarrassing artifacts from the 80s.
There are so many wonderful senior portraits showing up on flickr right now, I figured I'd start the humiliation with my own senior portraits.
What is UP with that perm?
edit: I just realized when fixing the "Taken in" date (below right) that these photos are TWENTY YEARS OLD. I need a drink.
Reliving my to trip to Europe Sept - Nov 2012.
London Borough of Tower Hamlets, Oct 22, 2012 England. Day two of our stay in London.. Wish I could have had more as this is where I lived for sixteen years. The weather was overcast and fogy..just about raining.. but it wasn't cold!
The London Borough of Tower Hamlets forms the core of the East End. It lies east of the ancient walled City of London and north of the River Thames. Use of the term "East End" in a pejorative sense began in the late 19th century, as the expansion of the population of London led to extreme overcrowding throughout the area and a concentration of poor people and immigrants in the districts that made it up. These problems were exacerbated with the construction of St Katharine Docks (1827) and the central London railway termini (1840–1875) that caused the clearance of former slums and rookeries, with many of the displaced people moving into the area. Over the course of a century, the East End became synonymous with poverty, overcrowding, disease and criminality.
The London Borough of Tower Hamlets is a London borough to the east of the City of London and north of the River Thames. It is in the eastern part of London and covers much of the traditional East End. It also includes much of the redeveloped Docklands region of London, including West India Docks and Canary Wharf. Many of the tallest buildings in London are located on the Isle of Dogs in the south of the borough. A part of the Queen Elizabeth Olympic Park is in Tower Hamlets. The borough has a population of 272,890, which includes one of the highest ethnic minority populations in the capital, consisting mainly of Bangladeshis.
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