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Replying.
( FUJIFILM GFX50R shot )
Tokyo Big Sight. Koto-ku. Tokyo. Japan. 2024. … 7 / 11
(Today's photo. It's unreleased.)
Images
Toshiki Kadomatsu (角松敏生) ... NOA
youtu.be/gJ_e5GzKCgc?si=QE6pnr_odJ1XD28s
::Photo Music and iTunes Playlist Link::
music.apple.com/jp/playlist/photo-music/pl.u-Eg8qefpy8Xz
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消えた境界線から生まれたもの ～ 去ってゆく川村記念美術館を振り返って ～
www.flickr.com/photos/stealaway/54020588671/in/dateposted...
What Emerged from the Vanishing Boundaries~ Reflecting on the Departing Kawamura Memorial Museum ~
www.flickr.com/photos/stealaway/54020588671/in/dateposted...
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Important Notices.
I have relaxed the following conditions.
I will distribute my T-shirt to the world for free.
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m.flickr.com/photos/stealaway/50613367691/in/dateposted-p...
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Exhibition in 2025
Theme
The Nightfly
Images
Donald Fagen … I.G.Y.
youtu.be/Ueivjr3f8xg?si=xmqGPQjyIKoTs4Q5
Live.
youtu.be/Di0_KYtmVKI?si=CLFpU2n0gXahqLPB
Mitsushiro - Nakagawa
Organizer
Design Festa
Location
Tokyo Big Sight
Date
Autumn 2025.
exhibition.mitsushiro.nakagawa@gmail.com
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Notice regarding "Lot No.402_”.
From now on I will host "Lot No.402_".
The work of Leonardo da Vinci who was sleeping.
That is the number when it was put up for auction.
No sign was written on the work.
So this work couldn't conclude that it was his work.
However # as a result of various appraisals # it was exposed to the sun.
A work that no one notices. A work that speaks quietly without a title.
I will continue to strive to provide it to many people in various ways.
October 24 2020 by Mitsushiro - Nakagawa.
Mitsushiro Nakagawa belong to Lot No. 402 _.Copyright©︎2024 Lot No.402_ All rights reserved.
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Profile.
In November 2014 # we caught the attention of the party selected to undertake the publicity for a mobile phone that changed the face of the world with just a single model # and will conclude a confidentiality agreement with them.
drive.google.com/drive/folders/1vBRMWGk29EmsoBV2o9NM1LIVi...
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Interviews and novels.
About my book.
I published a book a long time ago.
At that time # I uploaded my interview as a PDF on the internet.
Its Japanese and English.
I will publish it for free.
For details # I explained to the Amazon site.
How to write a novel.
How to take a picture.
A sense of distance to the work.
All of these have something in common.
I wrote down what I felt and left it.
I hope my text will be read by many people.
Thank you.
Mitsushiro.
1 Interview in English
2 novels. unforgettable 'English version.(This book is Dedicated to the future artist.)
3 Interview Japanese version
4 novels. unforgettable ' JPN version.
5 A streamlined trajectory. only Japanese.
drive.google.com/drive/folders/1vBRMWGk29EmsoBV2o9NM1LIVi...
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iBooks. Electronic Publishing. It is free now.
0.about the iBooks.
drive.google.com/drive/folders/1vBRMWGk29EmsoBV2o9NM1LIVi...
1.unforgettable '(ENG.ver.)(This book is Dedicated to the future artist.)
itunes.apple.com/us/book/unforgettable/id1216576828?ls=1&...
2.unforgettable '(JNP.ver.)(This book is Dedicated to the future artist.)
itunes.apple.com/us/book/unforgettable/id1216584262?ls=1&...
3. Streamlined trajectory.(For Japanese only.)
itunes.apple.com/us/book/%E6%B5%81%E7%B7%9A%E5%BD%A2%E3%8... =11
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My Novel : Unforgettable'
(This book is Dedicated to the future artist.)
Synopsis
Kei Kitami, who is aiming for university, meets Kaori Uemura, an event companion who is 6 years older than her, on SNS.
Kaori's dream of coming to Tokyo is to become friends with a famous artist.
For that purpose, the radio station's producer, Ryo Osawa, was needed.
Osawa speaks to Kaori during a live radio broadcast.
"I have a wife and children. But I want to meet you."
Rika Sanjo, who is Kei's classmate and has feelings for him, has been looking into her girlfriend Kaori's movements. . . . .
Mitsushiro Nakagawa
All Translated by Yumi Ikeda .
images.
U2 - No Line On The Horizon Live in Dublin
www.youtube.com/watch?v=_oKwnkYFsiE&feature=related
Main story
There are two reasons why a person faces the sea.
One to enjoy a slice of shine in the sea like children bubbling over in the beach.
The other to brush the dust of memory like an old man who misses old days staring at the shine
quietly.
Those lead to only one meaning though they do not seem to overlap. It’s a rebirth.
I face myself to change tomorrow a vague day into something certain.
That is the meaning of a rebirth.
I had a very sweet girlfriend when I was 18.
After she left I knew the meaning of gentleness for the first time and also a true pain of loss. After
she left # how many times did I depend too much on her # doubt her # envy her and keep on telling lies
until I realized it is love?
I wonder whether a nobody like me could have given something to her who was struggling in the
daily life in those days. Giving something is arrogant conceit. It is nothing but self-satisfaction.
I had been thinking about such a thing.
However I guess what she saw in me was because I had nothing. That‘s why she tried to see
something in me. Perhaps she found a slight possibility in me # a guy filled with ambiguous unstable
tomorrow. But I wasted days depending too much on her gentleness.
Now I finally can convey how I felt in those days when we met.
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Fin.
images.
U2 - No Line On The Horizon
www.youtube.com/watch?v=_oKwnkYFsiE&feature=related
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Title of my book : unforgettable'
Author : Mitsushiro Nakagawa
Out Now.
ISBN978-4-86264-866-2
in Amazon.
Unforgettable’ amzn.asia/d/eG1wNc5
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The schedule of the next novel.
Still would stand all time. (Unforgettable '2)
(It will not go away forever)
Please give me some more time. That is Japanese.
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My Works.
1 www.flickr.com/photos/stealaway/48072442376/in/dateposted...
2 www.flickr.com/photos/stealaway/48078949821/in/dateposted...
3 www.flickr.com/photos/stealaway/48085863356/in/dateposted...
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Do you want to hear my voice?
:)
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About the composition of the picture posted to Flicker. First type.
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About the composition of the picture posted to Flicker. Second type.
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About when I started Fotolog. Architect 's point of view.
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Why did not you have a camera so far?
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What is the coolest thing? The photo is as it is.
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About the current YouTube bar. I also want to tell # I want to leave.
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About Japanese photographers. Japanese YouTube bar is Pistols.
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The composition of the photograph is sensibility. Meet the designers in Milan. Two questions.
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What is a good composition? What is a bad composition?
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What is the time to point the camera? It is slow if you are looking into the viewfinder or display.
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Family photos. I can not take pictures with others. The inside of the subject.
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About YouTube 's photographer. Camera technology etc. Sensibility is polished by reading books.
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About the Japanese newspaper. A picture of a good newspaper is Reuters. If you continue to look at useless photographs # it will be useless.
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About Japanese photographers. About the exhibition.
Summary. I wrote a novel etc. What I want to tell the most.
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I talked about how to make a work.
About work production 1/2
About work production 2/2
1 Photo exhibition up to that point. Did you want to go?
2 Well # what is an exhibition that you want to visit even if you go there?
3 Challenge to exhibit one work every month before opening a solo exhibition at the Harajuku Design Festa.
4 works are materials and silhouettes. Similar to fashion.
5 Who is your favorite artist? What is it? Make it clear.
6 Creating a collage is exactly the same as taking photos. As I wrote in the interview # it is the same as writing a novel.
7 I want to show it to someone # but I do not make a piece to show it. Aim for the work you want to decorate your own room as in the photo.
8 What is copycat? Nowadays # it is suspected to be beaten. There is something called Mimesis?
kotobank.jp/word/Mimesis-139464
9 What is Individuality? What is originality?
www.youtube.com/user/mitsushiro/
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Explanation of composition. 2
1.Composition explanation 2 ... 1/4
2.Composition explanation 2 ... 2/4
3.Composition Explanation 2 ... 3/4
4.Composition Explanation 2 ... 4/4
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My shutter feeling.
Today's photo.
It is a photo taken from Eurostar.
This video is an explanation.
I went to Milan in 2005.
At that time # I went from Milan to Venice.
We took Eurostar into the transportation.
This photo was not taken from a very fast Eurostar.
When I changed the track # I took a picture at the moment I slowed down.
Is there a Japanese beside you?
Please have my video translated.
:)
In the Eurostar to Venice . 2005. shot ... 1 / 2
www.flickr.com/photos/stealaway/49127115021/in/dateposted...
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Miles Davis sheet 1955-1976.
drive.google.com/drive/folders/1vBRMWGk29EmsoBV2o9NM1LIVi...
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flickr.
www.flickr.com/photos/stealaway/
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instagram.
www.instagram.com/mitsushiro_nakagawa/
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Pinterest.
www.pinterest.jp/MitsushiroNakagawa/
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YouPic
youpic.com/photographer/mitsushironakagawa/
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twitter.
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facebook.
www.facebook.com/mitsushiro.nakagawa
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threads.
www.threads.net/@mitsushiro_nakagawa
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Blue sky.
bsky.app/profile/mitsushironakagawa.bsky.social
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Amazon.
www.amazon.co.jp/gp/profile/amzn1.account.AHSKI3YMYPYE5UE...
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My statistics (as of August 1, 2024)
How many views have I had on Flickr and Youpic?
Flickr 23,192,383 Views
Youpic 7,574,603 Views
My statistics. (As of February 7, 2024)
What is the number of accesses to Flickr and YouPic?
Flickr 21,694,434 Views
Youpic 7,003,230 Views
What is the number of accesses to Flickr and YouPic?
(As of November 13, 2023)
Flickr 20,852,872 View
Youpic 6,671,486 View
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Japanese is the following.
drive.google.com/drive/folders/1vBRMWGk29EmsoBV2o9NM1LIVi...
Title of my book unforgettable' Mitsushiro Nakagawa Out Now. ISBN978-4-86264-866-2
Mitsushiro Nakagawa belong to Lot No. 204 _ . Copyright©︎2024 Lot No.402_ All rights reserved.
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Title.
返信中。
( FUJIFILM GFX50R shot )
東京ビッグサイト。江東区。東京。日本。2024。 … 7 / 11
(今日の写真。それは未発表です。）
Images
Toshiki Kadomatsu (角松敏生) ... NOA
youtu.be/gJ_e5GzKCgc?si=QE6pnr_odJ1XD28s
::写真の音楽とiTunesプレイリストをリンク::
music.apple.com/jp/playlist/photo-music/pl.u-Eg8qefpy8Xz
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重要なお知らせ。
僕は以下の条件を緩和します。
僕はTシャツを無料で世界中へ配布します。
m.flickr.com/photos/stealaway/50656401427/in/dateposted-p...
m.flickr.com/photos/stealaway/50613367691/in/dateposted-p...
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２０２5年の展示
テーマ
The Nightfly
Images
Donald Fagen … I.G.Y.
youtu.be/Ueivjr3f8xg?si=xmqGPQjyIKoTs4Q5
Live.
youtu.be/Di0_KYtmVKI?si=CLFpU2n0gXahqLPB
Mitsushiro - Nakagawa
主催
デザインフェスタ
場所
東京ビッグサイト
日程
2025年 秋。
exhibition.mitsushiro.nakagawa@gmail.com
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” Lot No.402_ ” に関するお知らせ。
今後、僕は、” Lot No.402_ ”を主催します。
このロットナンバーは、眠っていたレオナルドダヴィンチの作品がオークションにかけらた際に付されたものです。
作品にはサインなどがいっさい記されていなかったため、彼の作品だと断定できませんでした。
しかし、様々な鑑定の結果、陽の光を浴びました。
誰にも気づかれない作品。肩書がなくとも静かに語りかける作品。
僕はこれから様々な形で、多くの皆様に提供できるよう努めてゆきます。
2020年10月24日 by Mitsushiro - Nakagawa.
Copyright©︎2021 Lot No.402_ All rights reserved.
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プロフィール
2014年11月、たった1機種で世界を塗り替えた携帯電話の広告を請け負った選考者の目に留まり、秘密保持同意書を結ぶ。
drive.google.com/drive/folders/1vBRMWGk29EmsoBV2o9NM1LIVi...
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インタビューと小説。
僕の本について。
僕は、昔に本を出版しました。
その際に、僕のインタビューをPDFでネット上へアップロードしていました。
その日本語と英語。
僕は、無料でを公開します。
詳細は、アマゾンのサイトへ解説しました。
小説の書き方。
写真の撮影方法。
作品への距離感。
これらはすべて共通項があります。
僕は、僕が感じたことを文章にして、残しました。
僕のテキストが多くの人に読んでもらえることを望みます。
ありがとう。
Mitsushiro.
drive.google.com/drive/folders/1vBRMWGk29EmsoBV2o9NM1LIVi...
１ インタビュー 英語版
２ 小説。unforgettable’ 英語版。
３ インタビュー 日本語版
４ 小説。unforgettable’ 日本語版。(この小説は未来のアーティストへ捧げます)
(四百字詰め原稿用紙４５６枚)
あらすじ
大学を目指している北見ケイは、SNS上で、6歳年上のイベントコンパニオン、上村香織に出会う。
上京してきた香織の夢は、有名なアーティストの友達になるためだ。
そのためにはラジオ局のプロデューサー、大沢亮の存在が必要だった。
大沢は、ラジオの生放送中、香織へ語りかける。
「僕には妻子がある。しかし、僕は君に会いたいと思っている」
ケイの同級生で、彼を想っている三條里香は、香織の動向を探っていた。。。。。
本編
人が海へ向かう理由には、二つある。
ひとつは、波打ち際ではしゃぐ子供のように、今の瞬間の海の輝きを楽しむこと。
もうひとつは、その輝きを静かに見据えて、過ぎ去った日々を懐かしむ老人のように記憶の埃を払うこと。
二つは重なり合わないようではあるけれども、たったひとつの意味しか生まない。
再生だ。
明日っていう、曖昧な日を確実なものへと変えてゆくために、自分の存在に向き合う。
それが再生の意味だ。
十八歳だった僕には大切な人がいた。
drive.google.com/drive/folders/1vBRMWGk29EmsoBV2o9NM1LIVi...
５ 流線形の軌跡。 日本語のみ。
drive.google.com/drive/folders/1vBRMWGk29EmsoBV2o9NM1LIVi...
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iBooks.電子出版。（現在は無料）
0.about the iBooks.
drive.google.com/drive/folders/1vBRMWGk29EmsoBV2o9NM1LIVi...
1.unforgettable’ ( ENG.ver.)(This book is Dedicated to the future artist.)
itunes.apple.com/us/book/unforgettable/id1216576828?ls=1&...
For Japanese only.
2.unforgettable’ ( JNP.ver.)(この小説は未来のアーティストへ捧げます)
itunes.apple.com/us/book/unforgettable/id1216584262?ls=1&...
3.流線形の軌跡。
itunes.apple.com/us/book/%E6%B5%81%E7%B7%9A%E5%BD%A2%E3%8...
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僕の小説。英語版
My Novel Unforgettable' (This book is Dedicated to the future artist.)
Mitsushiro Nakagawa
All Translated by Yumi Ikeda .
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www.flickr.com/photos/stealaway/24100804163/in/dateposted...
Fin.
images.
U2 - No Line On The Horizon Live in Dublin
www.youtube.com/watch?v=_oKwnkYFsiE&feature=related
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Title of my book : unforgettable'
Author : Mitsushiro Nakagawa
Out Now.
ISBN978-4-86264-866-2
in Amazon.
Unforgettable’ amzn.asia/d/eG1wNc5
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僕の作品。
1 www.flickr.com/photos/stealaway/48072442376/in/dateposted...
2 www.flickr.com/photos/stealaway/48078949821/in/dateposted...
3 www.flickr.com/photos/stealaway/48085863356/in/dateposted...
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あなたは僕の声を聞きたいですか？
:)
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フリッカーへ投稿した写真の構図について。１種類目。
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フリッカーへ投稿した写真の構図について。２種類目。
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Fotologを始めた時について。 建築家の視点。
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なぜ、今までカメラを手にしなかったのか？
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何が一番かっこいいのか？ 写真はありのままに。
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現在のユーチューバーについて。僕も伝え、残したい。
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日本人の写真家について。日本のユーチューバーはピストルズ。
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写真の構図は、感性。ミラノのデザイナーに会って。二つの質問。
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良い構図とは？ 悪い構図とは？
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カメラを向ける時とは？ ファインダーやディスプレイを覗いていては遅い。
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家族写真。他人では撮れない。被写体の内面。
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ユーチューブの写真家について。カメラの技術等。感性は、本を読むことで磨く。
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日本の新聞について。良い新聞の写真はロイター。ダメな写真を見続けるとダメになる。
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日本の写真家について。その展示について。
まとめ。僕が書いた小説など。僕が最も伝えたいこと。
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作品制作について 1/2
作品制作について 2/2
１ それまでの写真展。自分は行きたいと思ったか？
２ じゃ、自分が足を運んででも行きたい展示とは何か？
３ 原宿デザインフェスタで個展を開くまでに、毎月ひとつの作品を展示することにチャレンジ。
４ 作品とは、素材とシルエット。ファッションと似ている。
５ 自分が好きなアーティストは誰か？ どんなものなのか？ そこをはっきりさせる。
６ コラージュの作成も写真の撮り方と全く同じ。インタビューに書いたように小説の書き方とも同じ。
７ 誰かに見せたい、見せるがために作品は作らない。写真と同じように自分の部屋に飾りたい作品を目指す。
８ パクリとは何か？ 昨今、叩かれるパクリ疑惑。ミメーシスとは？
https://ja.wikipedia.org/wiki/ミメーシス
https://kotobank.jp/word/ミメーシス-139464
９ 個性とはなにか？ オリジナリティってなに？
おまけ 眞子さまについて
という流れです。
お時間がある方は是非聴いてください。
:)
www.youtube.com/user/mitsushiro/
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構図の解説２
1.構図の解説２ ... 1/4
2.構図の解説２ ... 2/4
3.構図の解説２ ... 3/4
4.構図の解説２ ... 4/4
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僕のシャッター感覚
In the Eurostar to Venice . 2005. shot ... 1 / 2
www.flickr.com/photos/stealaway/49127115021/in/dateposted...
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Miles Davis sheet 1955-1976.
drive.google.com/drive/folders/1vBRMWGk29EmsoBV2o9NM1LIVi...
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flickr.
www.flickr.com/photos/stealaway/
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YouTube.
www.youtube.com/user/mitsushiro/
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instagram.
www.instagram.com/mitsushiro_nakagawa/
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Pinterest.
www.pinterest.jp/MitsushiroNakagawa/
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YouPic
youpic.com/photographer/mitsushironakagawa/
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fotolog
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twitter.
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facebook.
www.facebook.com/mitsushiro.nakagawa
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threads.
www.threads.net/@mitsushiro_nakagawa
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Blue sky.
bsky.app/profile/mitsushironakagawa.bsky.social
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Amazon.
www.amazon.co.jp/gp/profile/amzn1.account.AHSKI3YMYPYE5UE...
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僕の統計。（2024年8月1日現在）
フリッカー、ユーピクのアクセス数は？
Flickr 23,192,383 View
Youpic 7,574,603 View
僕の統計。（2024年2月7日現在）
フリッカー、ユーピクのアクセス数は？
Flickr 21,694,434 View
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僕の統計。（2023年11月13日現在）
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Title of my book unforgettable' Mitsushiro Nakagawa Out Now. ISBN978-4-86264-866-2
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今後、僕は、” Lot No.402_ ”を主催します。
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僕はこれから様々な形で、多くの皆様に提供できるよう努めてゆきます。
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Should it be according to your mind?
(James Smith, "Important Questions!" 1858)
"Should it be according to your mind?" Job 34:33
We are prone to be fretful, to complain of the dispensations of Divine Providence, and to reflect harshly upon the Lord's dealings with us.
We want our own way.
We wish to carve for ourselves.
We would be treated as God's favorites.
We want our ease, and prosperity, and pleasure, consulted in all things. And if this does not appear to be done--if our wills are crossed, if our schemes are frustrated, if our purposes are broken off--then we stumble, think ourselves badly treated, and look for everybody to sympathize with us.
Under these circumstances, God comes to us--as we sit among our broken cisterns, surrounded by our dethroned idols--and puts this question to us: "Should it be according to your mind?"
Are you wiser than God?
Are you kinder than God?
Are you holier than God?
Are you more just than God?
Are you better informed than God?
May not your mind be dark, or selfish, or foolish?
Should it then be according to your mind?
Should you reign--or God?
Remember that . . .
God acts in the highest wisdom,
His motives are grace and justice,
and all His purposes are worthy of Himself.
The least the Christian can do is to submit--and to prefer God's perfect wisdom, ways, and works--to his own. Seeing God has so arranged all events, that all things must work together for the good of His people--they, at least, should daily say, "Father, may Your will be done!"
O my soul, seek grace from God, not only to submit and be resigned to the dispensations of Divine Providence--but to acquiesce in them, and be pleased with the whole of them! Your good is consulted--your best interests are secured. Soon, very soon, it will be seen that infinite wisdom and mercy, grace and goodness, have marked out every step of your road!
"Jesus replied: You do not understand what I am now doing--but someday you will." John 13:7
Printed Matter Post Card with Attached Business Reply Card - Canada Business Reply Card were commonly attached to post card mailed at the printed matter rate. In the example above, the business reply card remained attached to the printed matter card. The business reply post card rate for cards sent out as an enclosure with matter mailed to a Canadian address was 1/2 cent. The rate was introduced on April 12, 1924.
DOME CREEK, between Penny and Crescent Spur on the southwest side of the Fraser River in central British Columbia, provides a year-round destination for hiking, hunting, snowshoeing and snowmobiling. The scattered community of about 40 permanent residents clusters the railway line and the actual creek. The creek and town are similarly named after Dome Mountain. The recreational facility, which occupies the former school building, houses the community hall, a public library and a museum, with a small rustic post office nearby.
(from - Wrigley's 1918 British Columbia Directory) - DOME CREEK - a Post Office and lumbering settlement at Mile 1190 G.T.P. west at junction of Dome Creek and Fraser River, in Fort George Provincial Electoral District. Nearest station is Bend on the G.T. P. Railway, distant 2 miles, and nearest telegraph G.T. P. at McBride, 55 miles, with local telephones. The population in 1918 was 250. Local resources: Lumbering and homesteading. After the railway construction phase, the population dwindled to 150 by 1921 and to 100 by 1927, revised to 125 by 1929.
The DOME CREEK Post Office was established - 1 May 1916.
LINK to a list of the Postmasters who served at the DOME CREEK Post Office - recherche-collection-search.bac-lac.gc.ca/eng/home/record...
Addressed to: Miss Shelia Robinson / Dome Creek, B.C. (by this time she married to Darrow Casey) it was re-addressed to her as - Mrs. Darrow Casey / Anyox, B.C. (Anyox was a small company-owned mining town in British Columbia, Canada. Today it is a ghost town, abandoned and largely destroyed. It is located on the shores of Granby Bay in coastal Observatory Inlet, about 60 kilometres southeast of Stewart, British Columbia, and about 20 kilometres, across wilderness, east of the tip of the Alaska Panhandle.)
i don't think it was sent to Shelia in Anyox - her sister Norah Robinson still living in Dome Creek answered the questions and returned it to / - Alberta College, / 10041 - 101st Street, / Edmonton, Alberta.
- sent from - / EDMONTON / 6 PM / JUN 17 / 1933 / ALTA. / - EDMONTON / EXHIBITION / JULY 17TH TO 22ND / - duplex cancel (Coutts E-35)
- arrived at - / DOME CREEK / JUN 18 / 33 / B.C / - split ring arrival backstamp - this split ring hammer (A1-1) was proofed - 20 March 1916 - (RF B).
- sent reply from - / DOME CREEK / JUN 20 / 33 / B.C / - split ring cancel - this split ring hammer (A1-1) was proofed - 20 March 1916 - (RF B).
Henry (usually stated as Harry) Robinson (1883–1973) & Martha Alice (1886–1965) Robinson homesteaded around 1920. Their children were Nora (c. 1910–?), Sheila (c.1911–1995), Montgomery (Montie) (1912–90), Kathleen (1913–82), William (Bill) (1917–96), Myrtle (c.1919–2014), Eileen (1920–92), Patricia (Pat) Ann, Mary M., Lyona (1925–2012), and Iona (1925–82).
Sheila Robinson married Darrow Casey (1908–84), and they settled in Trail. They were married - 11 March 1931 in Prince Rupert, B.C. - LINK to their marriage certificate - search-collections.royalbcmuseum.bc.ca/Image/Genealogy/e6...
Shelah Elizabeth Maude (nee Robinson) Casey
(b. 9 November 1911 in Nakusp, British Columbia – d. 5 April 1995 at age 83 in Trail, British Columbia) - LINK to her death certificate - search-collections.royalbcmuseum.bc.ca/Image/Genealogy/f1...
Her husband - Darrow Casey
(b. 30 May 1908 in Rossland, British Columbia, Canada – d. 16 October 1984 at age 76 in Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada / Trail, British Columbia) - LINK to his death certificate - search-collections.royalbcmuseum.bc.ca/Image/Genealogy/1b...
Her sister - Nora H. Robinson married Fred H. Stephens - 11 October 1937 in King, Washington, USA.
Clipped from - Quesnel Cariboo Observer - Quesnel, British Columbia, Canada - 1 July 1939 - LINK to a newspaper article on - Fred H. Stephens - www.newspapers.com/clip/102194599/fred-h-stephens-norah-n...
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Location: Advent City.
Date: December 31st 2019.
“Jones?.. JONES!!!”
I jolted awake to find Fluxx staring me in the face while odd sounding electronic music filled my ears
Oh right. New years eve party… Joy…
“What time is it?” I asked groggily.
“Eleven fifty. Ten minutes til new years!” He replied excitedly.
“Right. Roaring twenties here we come…” I said trying to sound enthused.
I decided to get up off the couch and mingle a bit in order to stay awake since courtesy of the previous night’s activity it was proving to be a difficult task.
The IDPD had been on high alert lately due to continued abductions and had to bring in members of the criminal rehabilitation program to assist with the field research. Chief had finally managed to pry some info out of Huxley and learned that Gravestein had reached out to several multidimensional outlaws and fortune hunters. Providing “power enhancement” in exchange for gathering “test subjects” from various dimensions. Chief assumed the criminal community was simply unaware of Gravestein’s defeat and set up an “update” to where any crooks were to meet the Doctor. Stationing a few undercover officers at the location.
But I had a feeling something else was going on. It wasn’t just monsters and metabeings disappearing. Average humans were vanishing as well.
The most recent being my old “frenemy” as Fluxx called it, Maria Morfran who had gone missing while on holiday in London.
It all seemed very odd and I was about to go mad from the sleepless nights of research and tracking.
Which leads to why I’m at this party to begin with. To try and unwind.
“Bonsoir Count!” Said one of my teammates as he approached me. I recognized them to be one of the fellows I met on Halloween.
“Ah, le Professeur. Comment allez-vous ce soir?” I replied matching his French. And for those of you who aren’t fond of linguistics I essentially said ‘how are you this evening.’
“Fair. Which is likely better than you given your appearance. Stressful assignment from the Interdimensional task force?”
“You have no idea…” I said with a yawn. “Say, did you get those journals I sent you?”
“Indeed. They were most informative. And you’ll be happy to hear that I completed my study and destroyed the last vial of Dracula’s blood over the weekend. Quite a tedious process.”
“Good riddance!” I exclaimed with a sigh of relief. “You’d be amazed at how many times that blasted strigoi has been resurrected thanks to that blood…”
Just then we were interrupted by one of our armoured cooperatives whom I believe goes by the name Rongzero.
“Come on you guys, it’s almost midnight!” He exclaimed pushing us over to where everyone else was.
“Twenty, nineteen, eighteen…” they started counting. And as they did I started feeling strange.
“Seventeen, sixteen, fifteen, fourteen…”
A thumping sound started pounding in the back of my head. Wait, was that, my heartbeat? I haven’t heard that since-
“Thirteen, twelve, eleven…”
I quickly leaned up against the wall as I started feeling dizzy and my vision became blurred. The light of the room seeming to get brighter and brighter.
“TEN! NINE! EIGHT! SEVEN!”
The thumping became more rapid now and my ears started ringing.
“SIX! FIVE! FOUR!”
All the pain culminated into what felt like two daggers being shoved into my wrist.
“THREE… TWO… ONE…”
the pain was finally too much and as everyone shouted ‘HAPPY NEW YEAR’ I fainted.
When I opened my eyes I found myself back in my lair lying on my bed. All the pain having ceased entirely as though it were simply a nightmare.
“Somebody must’ve spiked the punch…” I muttered as i climbed out of bed and shifted to the living room. Bypassing the stairs. There I found Fluxx passed out floating slightly above the couch.
He looked as though he had been there a while.
“You alright mate?”
Fluxx jumped at my words. groggily opening his eyes and standing up.
“I should be asking you that… You’ve been out for a few hours now…” He stated while groggily rubbing his eyes.
“Well no need to worry mate. I feel fine now.” I said cheerfully. “In fact I feel absolutely splendid! I must’ve been farther behind on sleep than I thought.”
“Good, I’ll give the others a text that-“
Fluxx stopped mid sentence as he slipped on his glasses and stared at me in surprise.
“Jones? Are you partially shifted or something?”
“No, not at the moment. Why?”
“Well your face is sorta pale and uh…”
Flux trailed off as he motioned behind me to the mirror above the mantle of the fireplace.
I turned around to see… Nothing. Well, I saw Fluxx and everything in the room but not myself.
“As if you didn’t already look like a vampire…” Fluxx said with a nervous laugh trying to lighten the mood.
“I am afraid this is no laughing matter Fluxx…” I said turning around and walking into the next room. Motioning for Fluxx to follow.
we entered my study and I reached under the edge of my desk. I flipped the small brass toggle switch and with a loud hiss and clicking of clockwork the door to the room we just came from appeared to slide along the wall, around the corner and onto the other wall, revealing a library with a series of bookshelves that curved around the ceiling in a way that looked to defy gravity.
While my companion gazed in awe of the architecture I walked over to the first shelf and pulled out an old bestiary, then back into the study and sat down at the desk. (Flipping the switch again to return the door to it’s original location.)
“Let’s see… Sphinxes, Spiriduși, Spriggans, Squonks…” I muttered reading off the index.
“What in the world is a squonk?” Fluxx interjected. looking over my shoulder at the text he likely couldn’t read.
“Oh, a rather sad little critter with a monstrous and wrinkly appearance.” I answered as I flipped over to the V section when I didn’t see strigoi listed under S. Legend says they can cry themselves into a puddle of tears to evade capture. Now then… Valkyrie, Valravns… Ah, here we are. Vampires. Page 1487…”
I turned to the page number only to find it was missing from the book. and in it’s place was a note. Written in elegant cursive on parchment that looked older than any man alive.
“That wretched knave…” I cursed as I deciphered the text which was written in Romanian. it essentially said “Your books won’t help you my child. Your fate is sealed.” – Contele Dracula.
“Fluxx, where does the Professor live?" I asked setting the book down.
Fluxx shook his head. “No idea. He may still be at his Lab though. Why do you ask?”
“It appears something has gone awry… Dracula still lives…”
“Wait, Dracula? You mean he’s real?!”
I nodded with a look of surprise upon my face. “Didn’t you hear about the professor’s run in with him back in October? With the Knights of the Hallow and all?”
“Yeah, but I didn’t really believe it was actually Dracula.”
“Yes, his followers managed to help him return to this realm via vials of blodd from his original form… However I fear the Professor has mucked up something while he was destroying the last vial of blood. Or perhaps it triggered some sort of time released virus that-“
I shook my head and ran my hand through my hair to get my focus back on the task at hand.
“Let Sharp know I won’t be able to attend the training session today… I have things to attend to…” I said taking off my coat and swapping it out for a black and brown hooded robe.
I flipped up the hood and turned to face my companion who was looking at me quite worried. A mutual feeling honestly…
“I’ll keep you posted on what the Proffesor and I figure out. Until then you and the others keep an eye out for anything out of the ordinary savvy?”
Fluxx nodded.
“Will do Jones. Good luck…”
with that I shifted to the streets of advent city. Just a short walk from the HQ. oddly it was still dark out so I didn’t have to worry about the infection causing me to burn in sunlight.
just to be safe though, I stuck to the alleyways. So I didn’t spook anyone trying to get home after a long night of partying.
I soon rounded a corner and came to the back door of the Professor’s laboratory. Thankfully there was a light shining through the window which meant he was still there. So, I knocked on the door.
“It’s open Count.”
How did he- right, smartest man in the world…
I reached for the doorknob only for a burning feeling to shoot up my arm when I touched it.
Drat strigoi can only enter when invited inside… The Prof hadn’t directly asked me in.
So, I simply knocked again.
this time the Prof came and answered himself.
“Hmm. Vampire virus?” He asked upon seeing my appearance.
I nodded.
“Well, Come inside and you can help get to the bottom of this…” He said motioning for me to enter. “I have a feeling we’re all in for a very long night…”
to be continued...
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Abandoned Abused Street Dogs.
Nikon D300 DX Camera.
Nikkor 70-300 VR Lens.
February 5th 2015.
Back Story ...........
Same Same, arriving early and feeding The Browns.
Cut through The DMZ on my way to feed The Leroy Crew.
Now this is where the term Same Same but Different takes place.
Instantly noticed Leroy was MIA. Funny thing was I saw him when first pulling into the temple grounds a half an hour earlier.
Tuff Guy and Girlfriend are racing circles around me while approaching the big drum.
GF was very excited knowing breakfast was about to be served.
Tuff Guy was more excited in GF then in the food. ???
Whats that say you ask ?
Well lets back up a little bit and I'll fill ya in .
Couple days back I noticed Leroy and TG were paying a lot of attention to GF, that's the back end and not the biting end.
Just to clarify that for you non dog people.
The "biting end" is where the teeth are.
The "back end" is where the tail is...... ;-)
Now today TG keeps trying to hump GF but GF keeps introducing him to the "biting end" !
Leroy wants to join the party but TG keeps introducing Leroy to his "biting end" !
OK, ya with me here ?
Is Girl Friend coming into heat ?
She wasn't flagging but something seems to be going on to attract so much attention from Leroy and TG.
So lets think about this, I've been caring for these dogs going on about 3 years and never once has GF come into heat !
That doesn't mean she won't come into season I mean stranger things happen out here all the time.
I'm trying to envision a bunch of Little Leroys and Tiny Tuff Guys, scary thought ! ..;-)
Anyway Leroy finally came sneaking in the back way and hurriedly jumped up on his bench in an effort to avoid TG.
All 3 were fed then Leroy split even before finishing his meal.
TG finished Leroys meal , go figure.
OK, In this photo is Honey, many may remember she is the head monks dog and always likes to spend a little quality time with me. The Red Chair is where I briefly sit while doing that activity.
GF and TG are off to my left trying to work out their new love arrangement .
Leroy is standing further away wishing he could win GF's affection.
Thank You.
Jon&Crew.
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I'll come back to answer all your replies in a few hours.
Right now I'm super busy being a one man band ........ ;-)
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German postcard by Ross Verlag, no. 684. Photo: Gerstenberg-Dührkoop, Berlin.
German actress Hertha Thiele (1908-1984) is noted for her starring roles in controversial stage plays and films produced during Germany's Weimar Republic and the early years of the Third Reich. Thiele later became a television star in East Germany.
She began her professional acting career in 1928 as a stage actress in Leipzig where she had her breakthrough two years later with the play Krankheit der Jugend, a tale set in a Prussian boarding school for girls. She made her film debut in the adaptation, Mädchen in Uniform (1931, Leontine Sagan). Thiele played Manuela, a schoolgirl deeply infatuated with her teacher, played by Dorothea Wieck. Thiele became a star and received thousands of fan letters, mostly from women. She starred with Ernst Busch in Bertolt Brecht's Kuhle Wampe (1932, Slatan Dudow). Thiele had a leading role in Kleiner Mann, was nun? (1933, Fritz Wendhausen) and was reunited with Dorothea Wieck in another lesbian-themed film, Anna und Elisabeth (1933, Frank Wisbar), which was banned by the Nazis soon after it opened and which she later said was the most important work of her career. She also continued to work in theatre during the early 1930s, including productions with Max Reinhardt and Veit Harlan .
Her career was thwarted when the Nazi government approached her in 1933 to appear in the propaganda film Hans Westmar. She replied to propaganda minister Joseph Goebbels, "I don't blow with the wind each time it changes directions." In 1936 she was excluded from the Reichstheater and Reichsfilmkammer and in 1937 she left Germany for Switzerland. It was another five years before she was able to find acting work in Bern. In 1949 she went to East Germany, where she didn't succeed in beginning a theater,. For years she lived again in Switzerland and Paris, working as a psychiatric nursing assistant. In 1966, she finally returned to East Germany. She worked in stage productions and during the 1970s she was often seen in sundry tv series and made-for-tv films, including the popular Polizeiruf 110. In 1975 Thiele's work was featured in a television documentary, Das Herz auf der linken Seite and in 1983 a monography on her life and work was published by Deutsche Kinematek. To her last movies belong Die Legende von Paul und Paula (1973, Heiner Carow) and Die Unverbesserliche Barbara (1977, Lothar Warneke). One of her husbands was actor Heinz Klingenberg.
Sources: Wikipedia, Cyranos.ch and IMDb.
Because of the great fire wall of Chinese policy, it's so hard to cross the limit to visit flickr, so I could not reply my dear friends, I'm so sorry about that and please forgive me,thank you so much and hope my friends can still hit on me！由于中国网络原因，访问flickr很困难，速度很慢，所有暂时没有办法一一回应各位好友，请朋友们见谅！还请各位好友继续关注我！
My pro account is out of time，thank you my friends here for supporting me what a long time！！May I have a pleasure to receive a pro gift from you？我的pro账号到期了，感谢朋友们长期以来的热心支持！！有好心人能赞助一个pro账号给我吗，在此先表感谢！！
If you want to use or buy this image，please contact me. 版权所有，转载请联系本人。
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This beautiful sub-adult kookaburra is part of the family of five kookaburras, two of which featured in the previous photo.
Youngsters have no fear - and allow a photographer to get very close portrait shots!
An iconic Australian bird - The Laughing Kookaburra, Dacelo novaeguineae, is a familiar Australian carnivorous bird of the Kingfisher family, well known for its call. It is found throughout eastern Australia, and has been introduced into the south-west corner of Western Australia, Tasmania, Flinders Island, Kangaroo Island.
The Laughing Kookaburra is a handsome, stocky bird of about 45 cm in length, with a large head, a prominent brown eye, and a very large bill. The male can be easily distinguished from the female by the blue hues on his wing feathers and darker blue on his tail feathers. The female on the other hand has a small amount of aqua on her wing feathers, but no blue on her tail feathers.
Kookaburras occupy woodland territories (including forests) in loose family groups, and their laughter serves the same purpose as a great many other bird calls -- to demarcate territorial borders.
The “Laughing Kookaburra” is known by its name for its laugh; which it uses to greet its mate after periods of absences. It can be heard at any time of day but most frequently shortly after dawn and especially when the colour drains from the forest after sunset.
One bird starts with a low, hiccupping chuckle, then throws its head back in raucous laughter: often several others join in. If a rival tribe is within earshot and replies, the whole family soon gathers to fill the bush with ringing laughter. Hearing kookaburras in full voice is one of the more extraordinary experiences of the Australian bush, something even locals cannot ignore; some visitors, unless forewarned, may find their call startling.
Kookaburras hunt much as other kingfishers (or indeed Australasian robins) do: by perching on a convenient branch or wire and waiting patiently for prey to pass by: mice and similar-sized small mammals, large insects, lizards, small birds and nestlings, and most famously, snakes. Small prey are preferred, but not infrequently do kookaburras take surprisingly large creatures, including venomous snakes a good deal longer than the bird itself.
Most species of Kookaburra tend to live in family units, with offspring helping the parents hunt and care for the next generation of offspring.
Warrandyte State Park, Victoria, Australia
The North American B-25 “Mitchell” was a versatile medium bomber, used by many countries during and after World War II. It was the only type of aircraft to complete bombing missions in all theaters of the war. More than 10,000 were built.
This particular aircraft, “Rosie’s Reply” (N3774), is a combat veteran, having flown eight combat missions during April and May, 1944. According to b-25history.org, this is just one of three surviving B-25s that have flown combat missions. Warbird News also stated in 2013 that this was the only B-25D flying at that time.
The Yankee Air Museum owns and operates Rosie’s Reply. Previously the aircraft was named “Yankee Warrior.” In 2021 the Museum changed the name to honor the “amazing women who came together to help win a war while shaping the future of women in the work place.” The Museum also repainted the aircraft with the livery and markings it wore around 1943.
North American Aviation built this B-25D-35-NC in Kansas City, Kansas in 1943. She was assigned to the 12th AF 57th Bomb Wing, 340th Bomber Group and based in Corsica during April and May, 1944. She flew in eight combat missions against targets in Italy. Later that year, she was transferred to the Royal Air Force and assigned to the Royal Canadian Air Force to support training. After a variety of roles with the RCAF, she was sold to a private owner in 1962. After a series of owners, the aircraft was sold to the Yankee Air Force in 1988.
Seen at the Aerospace Expo hosted by the Toledo Public Schools Aviation Center at Eugene F. Kranz Toledo Express Airport (TOL).
This is Tori.
After taking Stranger #80's photograph, I walked towards Hyde Park Corner.
I'm a small, bald, mild-mannered graphic designer. I have a nasally northern accent. If I met myself I wouldn't be suspicious, I would probably shake my own hand and smile politely. Can I take your photo for a photography project? Yes, sure, go ahead, I'd reply to myself. But as I've said before, my experience of asking women permission to take their photograph, usually gets a polite, but firm 'no'.
Are women more self-critical? I've had quite a few, 'Sorry, but I don't look good in photos.' To which I awkwardly reply, 'Oh, come, come. I'm sure that's not true.' I probably don't sound convincing. I'm not a natural charmer, so my smalltalk ends there.
For that reason, I had almost given up on women. But then I saw Tori. Come on James, ask her. I did, and without hesitation she agreed. Tori appeared to have the 'F**k it, what have I got to lose' attitude I had only previously encountered with men. Talkative and friendly, we chatted about the 100 Strangers Project and cameras (Tori is a professional retoucher) until Stranger #82 arrived. They had arranged to go for a stroll around Hyde Park together, so I took their photographs and we went our separate ways.
A fascinating fact about Tori? Her earliest memory is, at the tender age of just six years old, drinking vodka and orange, then jumping in a swimming pool.
This picture is #81 in my 100 strangers project. See the rest of my 100 strangers pictures here. Find out more about the project and see pictures taken by other photographers at the 100 Strangers Flickr Group page.
Taken in front of Decimus Burton's Ionic Screen at Hyde Park Corner, London, England on 14/03/2014
A Tornado Gr4 in the Markings of XV Squadron Royal Air Force F-LS carrying the legend "Macroberts Reply" cuts low level through the Scottish Borders one more time as it leaves its Scottish home at RAF Lossiemouth for the last time to RAF Marham in Norfolk following the disbandment of XV Squadron as part of the drawing down of Tornado Operations with all frontline Tornado Ops being based at the Norfolk base.
I was in the middle of a photo session using my new phone to wirelessly fire my camera when all of a sudden IT RANG! My friend MEK was calling from somewhere in Connecticut while on a break during his northeast motorcycle cruise.
Of course he asked what I was up to... "I'm in the middle of a photo session." He asked "What are you wearing?" My reply was "Pink fishnet mini dress over a new Pink tube dress, white fence net hose and Pink stocking boots!" I think his head was spinning after that. He did make it home ok though!
To see more pix of me in sexy boots go here: www.flickr.com/photos/kaceycdpix/sets/72157622816479823/
Pencil drawing.
I have often been asked here on flickr why I have an ‘obsession’ with drawing film star portraits, why not draw ordinary people, sometimes it has been asked in not a nice way, someone even described my work as kitsch the definition of which is worthless or trivial art. I taught myself to draw many years ago by drawing famous faces trying to get an exact reproduction that was immediately recognized by anyone who saw it and gradually I have also tried to capture something of the subject’s inner essence. I have drawn many ‘ordinary’ faces over the years and my sketchbooks are full of studies of ‘ordinary’ faces and figures.
I have noticed over my time on flickr that the more popular the subject the more comments it gets it’s nothing to do with the drawing itself and I know people are getting bored with me turning out one famous face after another. I do not sell my work I have a large stack of work sitting in a drawer and I end up giving most of it away. So I draw what I enjoy drawing not to please anyone else. I do not care what anyone thinks if it is worthless or trivial I will just keep on drawing what pleases me. I did go to art school when I was younger but soon left because I could not take the pretentiousness of the art world and went into graphic design instead.
I know there are many friends on flickr who do enjoy seeing my work and are always very kind about it, that is the reason why I still post my work and will carry on posting it. So many thanks to all of you, I do appreciate your input even if I don’t reply to every comment ...Take care.
Lincoln Highway marker. This was not here the last time that Aggie Ring and I visited!
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I could tell that Aggie Ring was impressed. After several moments of silence he spoke out and said, “If my Eyes of Texas aren’t deceiving me, that’s the biggest damn lightbulb I’ve ever seen! I guess it’s true… Everything IS bigger in Jersey!”
The Aggie Ring woke me up early this morning. In fact it was even before 11:30 a.m. so I knew he wanted to do something. I asked the Aggie Ring, “What do you want to do Aggie Ring?” The Aggie Ring replied, “I want to go see the lightbulb!” I wasn’t sure what he was talking about so I said, “What lightbulb?” The Aggie Ring said with emphasis, “Let there be LIGHT!” Then it hit me. Aggie Ring wanted to drive him up the Parkway to the site of Thomas A. Edison’s Menlo Park laboratory so he could see the Art Deco Edison Memorial Tower and “Big Ass Lightbulb!”
Other than the time he told me that he thought Elvis took our change in a tollbooth on the New Jersey State Turnpike, Aggie Ring has great ideas. It’s only about a 20 to 25 minute drive up the Parkway from our house so Aggie Ring and I set off to see the Edison Memorial Tower. The last time we’d been there it had been in horrible shape and they were beginning work on restoring it. That was a bit over a year ago so I assumed that Aggie Ring figured out that they would be finished with the conservation work on the historical site.
When we drove down the little side street where the tower is located the Aggie Ring was overwhelmed with awe at the restored site. Aggie Ring was truly “speechless!” It’s just as beautiful as the day it was built. They did an incredible job on the restoration. After a few moments sitting in the car just looking out the window Aggie Ring broke his silence and asked me, “Did you bring a cigar? Edison loved his cigars and I think he’d have wanted you to smoke a cigar while you’re looking the place over.” Unfortunately I had left my cigars at home so the Edison “smoke out” will have to happen on a future date.
The laboratory building is no longer at this site but it’s still impressive to think of not only the electric lightbulb, but all of the other great inventions that Mr. Edison invented here. Aggie Ring said, “Imagine. He did all this stuff without the help of an Aggie Ring!”
The Aggie Ring and I walked around the tower and took some photos of the “Big Ass Lightbulb” and the historical plaques at its base. The Aggie Ring and I are planning on going back some evening when the lightbulb is illuminated. Aggie Ring said, “It would be cool if you could get a photo during a thunderstorm when there’s lightning behind the tower.” I told Aggie Ring, “You’re crazy! I’m not standing out in a field during a lightning storm with an Aggie Ring on my finger! Maybe if we can get a VMI grad to come with us. Their rings are so damn big a lightning bolt would hit one of them before us!”
Aggie Ring said, “It’s a good thing Edison invented the lightbulb or there’d be a lot of Waggies drinking their tequila shots by candlelight!” I told the Aggie Ring, “True… Those Waggies love their tequila the invention of the lightbulb makes it a lot easier for them to pour the tequila and do body shots!”
Aggie Ring asked me to provide some info on the Edison “Big Ass Lightbulb” Memorial Tower for your educational enlightenment (“Get it?” Aggie Ring said):
Thomas Alva Edison Memorial Tower and Menlo Park Museum, New Jersey
"Let there be light." Thomas Alva Edison's Menlo Park Laboratory and Memorial Tower. Those of us on the Jersey Shore call it the "Big Ass Lightbulb!”
The Edison Tower, located on the site of the original laboratory at Menlo Park, New Jersey, to which Thomas Alva Edison moved in 1876, was erected in 1937 as a monument to the great inventor. The Tower is the gift of William Slocum Barstow to the Thomas Alva Edison Foundation Incorporated in behalf of the Edison Pioneers. It was dedicated on February 11, 1838, the ninety-first anniversary of the inventor's birth.
Rising 131 ft. 4 in. above the ground, the tower looms as the highest discernible object for many miles. Surmounting the 117 ft. 8 in. concrete-slab structure is a 13 ft. 8 in. replica of the original incandescent lamp which, when illuminated, can be seen for a distance of several miles. It once served as an airplane beacon. The Tower is designed for pressure of wind at a velocity of 120 miles per hour. In its construction, which consumed slightly less than eight months, approximately 1200 barrels of Edison Portland cement and 50 tons of reinforced steel were used.
The large bulb on top of the Tower was cast by the Corning Glass Works. The replica bulb contains 153 separate pieces of amber tinted Pyrex glass, 2 in. thick, set upon a steel frame. The bulb is 5 ft. in diameter at the neck and 9 ft. 2 in. in diameter at the greatest width and weighs, without the steel frame on which it is placed, in excess of three tons. Before the restoration, inside this Pyrex glass bulb were four 1000 watt bulbs, four 200 watt bulbs, and four 100 watt bulbs. A duplicate of each was arranged as automatically to cut in should its companion bulb fail.
The Edison Tower has been completely restored and when complete, the bulb is now illuminated with modern Light Emitting Diode (LED) technology. Mr. Edison would be pleased with this, I’m sure.
While we don’t have any records of exactly what was said when Mr. Edison perfected his invention, I suspect one of his workers shouted out something like this: “Holy Mother of Baby Jesus on a Donkey!” “Mr. Edison, You’ve done it!!! You’ve perfected the Electric Light!!! You truly are King of Kings!!!!”
The tower is located on a mysterious plot of land and exactly at midnight on the night of a full moon, it would be a perfect site for the ritual sacrifice of virgins. Too bad we don’t have any of those in New Jersey! :-)
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Aggie Ring says, “The Road Goes On Forever, and the Party Never Ends!”
A WWII B-25D Mitchell Bomber built here at the Fairfax Plant in Kansas City, Kansas on December 8, 1943. She returned to the Wheeler Downtown Airport this week for the first time since leaving then. Several ladies, elderly now, that worked building them at the time were able to visit and tour the aircraft. Sorry for so many photos, just saving to albums since a very unique event. Very overcast. Would love to have got her flying.
Thank you all for the nice comments in 2024, I'm sorry I don't always reply but that is due to a minor brain injury which makes it hard.
Here's to A great new year , I love you all.
Gemma xx
To coin a phrase, mission accomplished!
I've been trying on and off for a good long while now to get a picture published in print. Several rejection e-mails and worse still, many no reply at all's.
Today is the day that I can stop bouncing my head off a brick wall, not only have I got a good sized pic into a magazine, I also was lucky enough for the shot to be featured in the banner headline on the cover!!!
10 trillion thanks to the editor of Rail Express, Paul Bickerdyke, for giving me a shot, it really is appreciated.
Now to go get that next one...
If you'd like to see the original, you'll find it here
www.flickr.com/photos/darkprince66/14152906472/in/album-7...
20 August 2015
Now go buy a copy goddamit... :)
"You have heard, O Virgin, that you will conceive and bear a son; you have heard that it will not be by man but by the Holy Spirit. The angel awaits an answer; it is time for him to return to God who sent him. We too are waiting, O Lady, for your word of compassion; the sentence of condemnation weighs heavily upon us.
The price of our salvation is offered to you. We shall be set free at once if you consent. In the eternal Word of God we all came to be, and behold, we die. In your brief response we are to be remade in order to be recalled to life.
Tearful Adam with his sorrowing family begs this of you, O loving Virgin, in their exile from Paradise. Abraham begs it, David begs it. All the other holy patriarchs, your ancestors, ask it of you, as they dwell in the country of the shadow of death. This is what the whole earth waits for, prostrate at your feet. It is right in doing so, for on your word depends comfort for the wretched, ransom for the captive, freedom for the condemned, indeed, salvation for all the sons of Adam, the whole of your race.
Answer quickly, O Virgin. Reply in haste to the angel, or rather through the angel to the Lord. Answer with a word, receive the Word of God. Speak your own word, conceive the divine Word. Breathe a passing word, embrace the eternal Word.
Why do you delay, why are you afraid? Believe, give praise, and receive. Let humility be bold, let modesty be confident. This is no time for virginal simplicity to forget prudence. In this matter alone, O prudent Virgin, do not fear to be presumptuous. Though modest silence is pleasing, dutiful speech is now more necessary. Open your heart to faith, O blessed Virgin, your lips to praise, your womb to the Creator. See, the desired of all nations is at your door, knocking to enter. If he should pass by because of your delay, in sorrow you would begin to seek him afresh, the One whom your soul loves. Arise, hasten, open. Arise in faith, hasten in devotion, open in praise and thanksgiving. Behold the handmaid of the Lord, she says, be it done to me according to your word".
– from a sermon by St Bernard of Clairvaux. My sermon for today's Solemnity of the Annunciation can be found here.
Detail from an Annunciation window in Buscot parish church by Burne Jones, and executed by Morris & Co.
A WWII B-25D Mitchell Bomber built here at the Fairfax Plant in Kansas City, Kansas on December 8, 1943. She returned to the Wheeler Downtown Airport this week for the first time since leaving then. Several ladies, elderly now, that worked building them at the time were able to visit and tour the aircraft. Sorry for so many photos, just saving to albums since a very unique event. Very overcast. Would love to have got her flying.
i went to the hifi festival on saturday night and took my Digital camera to take photos of mr.strongs projections in the drum & bass tent but i got rather side tracked by all the wellies! like to thank all the ladies who let me shot there wellies not one of them said know but some where a bit miffed when they asked me to take a shot of there face i simply replied its all about the wellies to night!
I have photographed this spot many times, from underneath the falls. The water level was low enough though today, that I could find a new angle. I built some stepping stones to rest my tripod on which was more or less successful. But that current was pulling at my wellies so I was never entirely comfortable. Ok, so its hardly death defying, but it was enough to make me a bit nervous!
This was just a quick shot in the Gelt. I think my quick shots in the Gelt are improving, which is a good thing. As I spend a lot of time in the Gelt taking quick shots. I was in a bit of a rush because I had some driving to do with my daughter later on.
I like a chat and a game when in the car with Eleanor, but after about half an hour I do prefer to steer her in the direction of an audiobook on the cd player. However, she wasn't having any of that and the games continued. When 'I Spy' progresses longer than 30 minutes you know you're in trouble. We'd got onto a new rule where there had to be two words. 'I spy with my little eye, something beginning with S, W', I asked. 'Sweetcorn Warriors' came the reply. The answer was 'Stone Walls', but I was prepared to concede anything by this stage!
The game then switched to Eleanor's turn and the conversation went like this: -
E - I spy with my little eye, something beginning with G, P.
Me - Giant Pigeon?
E - No! Do you give up?
Me - Give up? We haven't started yet!
E - You said great pigeon, THAT'S starting!
You can't win sometimes can you.
From top North American B-25J Mitchell "Wild Cargo", B-25D "Rosie"s Reply"' and B-25J "Lady Luck" at Thunder Over Michigan 2021 - Willow Run Airport Ypsilanti, Michigan
"Rosie's Reply" was previously painted as "Yankee Warrior".
She seriously made my day, no joke. Today was awful. My brother & sister were continuously bugging me all day, my mom could care less, so I was left to watch them. -__- but anyways .. back to the point. about an hour ago, I tweeted what's on top of this collage & then not too long after I checked my mentions & ARIANA GRANDE REPLIED. And like I told Ariana, I SCREAMED. Thank God my door was closed. My parents would have ran to my room & been like, "What happened?!" hahah. xD But again, thank you, Ariana for making my day! :D
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Jim was visiting for his Grandson's wedding . Before going back to his farm in Ohio he wanted to go on a boat ride . I had the pleasure of taking him sailing for the 1st time in his life . I cannot explain his enthusiasm for the sea , the wind , and life in general . I asked if we could go take a few photos and he replied "well why not " ! Long may you run friend .
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St Chad's Cathedral a Grade II* listed building, built by Augustus Welby Pugin in 1841. Located in the Gun Quarter, Northside, Birmingham, West Midlands.
St Chad's was the first Catholic cathedral erected in England after the English Reformation initiated in 1534 by King Henry VIII. St Chad's Cathedral was built at the behest of Bishop Thomas Walsh, the local apostolic vicar (styled Vicar Apostolic of the Midland District). St Chad's Cathedral was designed by Augustus Welby Pugin, the foundation stone was laid in October 1839 and the building consecrated as a church on 21 June 1841. The project received generous donations from John Talbot, 16th Earl of Shrewsbury, who was the last catholic Earl of Shrewsbury. The church was raised to the status of cathedral in 1852 following the restoration of the Catholic Hierarchy in England by Pope Pius IX in 1850. The first Bishop of Birmingham was William Bernard Ullathorne OSB, whose monument is the Crypt of the Cathedral. He was buried at St Dominic's Priory, Stone, a convent of Dominican sisters. In 1911 the diocese was elevated to an archdiocese.
The patron of the cathedral is St Chad, a 7th-century Bishop of Mercia and pupil of St Aidan of Lindisfarne. The cathedral enshrines, in the canopy above the altar, the relics of some long bones of St Chad. These were originally enshrined at, and rescued from, Lichfield Cathedral by Prebendary Arthur Dudley, before its despoliation during the Reformation, in about 1538. Fr Dudley passed the bones to his nieces, Bridget and Katherine Dudley of Russell's Hall, whence they were divided in parcels and passed down among their family. In 1651, Henry Hodgetts, a farmer, of Sedgley was dying and his wife summoned an itinerant priest, Fr Peter Turner, SJ to gave him the last sacraments. When they recited the litany of the saints, Henry kept calling upon Saint Chad, pray for me. On being asked why he called upon St Chad, he replied, "because his bones are in the head of my bed". He then instructed his wife to pass the box of relics to Fr Turner for safekeeping and he took them back to the Seminary of St Omer, in Northern France, where he was based. In the nineteenth Century, the relics found their way into the hands of Sir Thomas Fizherbert-Brockholes of Aston Hall, near Stafford. After Sir Thomas's death, his widow moved to a smaller residence and their chaplain, Fr Benjamin Hulme found the dusty velvet-covered box of relics under the altar, when he cleared out the chapel. Fr Hulme presented the relics to Bishop Walsh, who was in the process of deciding upon a suitable patronal dedication for his new Cathedral. So it was that the relics of the saint who was the apostle of the Midlands in the seventh century were enshrined above the altar. It is the only cathedral in England which has the relics of its patron saint above the altar. These relics were subjected to carbon dating analysis by the archaeological laboratory of Oxford University in 1985, on the order of Archbishop Couve de Murville, which showed all but one of the bones to date from the seventh century, which concurs with the death of St Chad on 2 March 672 AD.
The cathedral was situated in the Gunmakers Quarter of Birmingham, which endangered it during the Second World War. It was bombed on 22 November 1940. An incendiary bomb fell through the roof of the south aisle and bounced from the floor into some central heating pipes, which then burst. The water from the damaged central heating pipes thus extinguished the fire.
The architect chosen to design St Chad's, Augustus Welby Pugin (1812–52), later became one of England's most renowned Gothic Revival architects. Pugin had converted to Roman Catholicism in 1835, and spent most of the remainder of his working life designing Catholic churches, their fittings and vestments. St Chad's was the first large church that he designed which was planned, from the outset in 1837, to become a cathedral. Pugin lavished much care on the building, and described, in his letters, not only the architecture, but its decoration, fittings and furnishings. The Clerk of Works and builder of St Chad's was George Myers.
St Chad's replaced a smaller church dedicated to St Austin, built on the same site in 1808, in the Gunmakers' Quarter of the town on steeply sloping land that fell away to the canal and wharf. Because of the narrow site, and the necessity to build in brick rather than stone, Pugin was restricted in the style and proportions of the church that he could design. Because he wished to make the church as open and spacious as possible, he looked as a model to the style of churches that were built in Northern Germany in the late Middle Ages. St Chad's is built in the style of a brick hall church or "hallenkirke", similar to Munich Cathedral and has a westwerk with narrow broached spires similar to those of Lübeck Cathedral. Because of the steep slope of the site, Pugin built a large crypt beneath the building, to be used primarily as a burial place for family tombs, and former cathedral clergy, and is now rehearsal room for the choir. The geographical alignment is unusual in that the "east end" (the location of the altar) actually faces approximately north west.
President Cyril Ramaphosa during oral replies at the National Assembly in Parliament, Cape Town. (Photo: GCIS)
President Cyril Ramaphosa during oral replies at the National Assembly in Parliament, Cape Town. (Photo: GCIS)
A Tornado Gr4 in the Markings of XV Squadron Royal Air Force F-LS carrying the legend "Macroberts Reply" cuts low level through the Scottish Borders one more time as it leaves its Scottish home at RAF Lossiemouth for the last time to RAF Marham in Norfolk following the disbandment of XV Squadron as part of the drawing down of Tornado Operations with all frontline Tornado Ops being based at the Norfolk base.
WW II – 1939-1945 - Following the outbreak of WW II, approximately 40 POW / Internment camps opened across Canada, from New Brunswick to British Columbia, including several throughout Ontario and Quebec. The camps were identified by numbers; the camp at Petawawa was known as Camp 33, located on the Petawawa Forestry Reserve. Two temporary camps were also set up - one in Old Fort Henry, Kingston, ON and the other in the Citadel, Quebec City. Most of those interned in the Canadian camps comprised three ethnic groups – Germans, Italians and Japanese.
Petawawa - Camp 33 (formerly Camp P), opened on 23 September 1939 at the Forest Experimental Station, Centre Lake, 12 1/2 miles from Petawawa Military camp. There were twelve large barracks in the camp with 60 or more people each, surrounded by two high barbed–wire fences. Guarded by young soldiers and the Veteran’s Guard of Canada, the camp held Canadians of German, Italian and Japanese descent. In 1942, the civilians were transferred to other camps and their sleeping quarters were filled with German sailors, submariners, officers and soldiers.
The camp was officially closed on 31 March 1946.
In a speech given on the evening of June 10, 1940, Italian dictator Benito Mussolini informed listeners that formal declarations of war had been sent to the governments of England and France. Within minutes, word reached Canadian Prime Minister Mackenzie King. Orders were quickly given to the Royal Canadian Mounted Police (RCMP) to arrest “persons of Italian nationality and origin - Within half an hour of Mussolini’s declaration, police at the federal, provincial, and municipal levels were mobilized and began arresting individuals across the country. Suspects were taken from their place of work, and homes were ransacked by police in an attempt to find evidence.
Once in police custody, Italian Canadians were taken to local jails to await transfer to internment camps. Many had no idea why they found themselves in this situation. They were not told what was going to happen to them.
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/ CANADA INT. OP. / CENSORED / 2 / with Crown in red ink - this censor marking is on the front and back.
- sent by - William Gennaro Ruocco / Genaro Pietro Antonio Ruocco
(b. 28 March 1889 in Italy - d. 28 August 1971 (aged 82) in Vancouver, Greater Vancouver Regional District, British Columbia, Canada) - LINK to his Find a Grave site - www.findagrave.com/memorial/26365970/william_gennaro_ruocco - LINK to his newspaper obituary - Obituary for William Gennaro RUOCCO - www.newspapers.com/article/the-vancouver-sun-obituary-for...
His first wife - Josephine Lina (nee Calori) Ruocco
(b. 18 May 1889 in Vancouver, Greater Vancouver Regional District, British Columbia, Canada - d. 3 May 1930 (aged 40) in Vancouver, Greater Vancouver Regional District, British Columbia, Canada) - her father was Angelo Battista Calori - the discovery of gold in the Yukon territory in 1896 would help to bring the downturn to an end. According to family tradition, Calori got rich in the Klondike gold rush, but the only evidence possessed by his heirs is the gold-nugget jewellery he left them in his will. It is not known whether he made his wealth by staking a claim, selling supplies to prospectors, or providing them with accommodation or transportation.
His second wife - Dora Mary (nee Falcioni) Ruocco - she is mentioned in the letter
(b. 16 August 1909 in Vancouver, Greater Vancouver Regional District, British Columbia, Canada - d. 23 November 1992 (aged 83) in Vancouver, Greater Vancouver Regional District, British Columbia, Canada) - LINK to her Find a Grave site - www.findagrave.com/memorial/173066633/dora_mary_ruocco
His father-in-law - ANGELO BATTISTA CALORI, labourer, hotelier, real-estate investor, and community leader; b. 19 Feb. 1862, probably near Genoa, Italy, of unknown parents; m. 1888 Teresa Martina (d. 1934), probably of Italy; he adopted her daughter and they had a second daughter; d. 7 May 1940 in Vancouver.
Since the late 1920s the consuls had encouraged Italian-Canadians to join clubs called fasci (political groups), which were part of Fascist leader Benito Mussolini’s plan to enlist the support of the Italian diaspora. Calori’s son-in-law, William Gennaro Ruocco, was one of the men to fall naively into line. By the time Ruocco became a member, Calori was too frail to participate. He died on 7 May 1940, at age 78. His funeral was held two days later from Our Lady of the Holy Rosary Cathedral, and he was interred in Mountain View Cemetery. On 10 June Italy declared war on Great Britain and its allies, and the Royal Canadian Mounted Police began to arrest Italians suspected of being potential traitors. William Gennaro Ruocco, who was the executor of Calori’s will, and 40 other Italian men from Vancouver were interned at Kananaskis, Alta. He divided the fruits of Calori’s years in Canada among his father-in-law’s heirs while behind a barbed-wire fence. LINK - www.biographi.ca/en/bio/calori_angelo_battista_16E.html
NOTE: This POW letter was all about William Gennaro Ruocco dividing Calori's will while he was being held in the POW Camp at Petawawa.
Letter addressed to his son Andy Ruocco on August 30th, 1941.
Angelo Andrew "Andy" Silvio Ruocco
(b. 24 September 1912 in San Remo, Imperia, Liguria, Italy – d. 12 May 1992 at age 79 in Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada) - occupation - hotel owner - LINK to his death certificate - search-collections.royalbcmuseum.bc.ca/Image/Genealogy/55...
Letter reads - Andy Ruocco / Europe Hotel. / 43 Powell Street, / Vancouver, B.C.
Dear Andy: I am writing to tell you that here has been some delay in sending back the last batch of cheques in the two estates.
In an effort to clarify matters and avoid delay in the future, I wrote to the Custodian, asking him for definite authorization to have all future cheques sent direct to you instead of having to pass through his office in Ottawa.
In reply, the Custodian definitely ruled that all cheques must pass through his office. He further stated, that he took the position, that in view of my internment, I could not very well act as executor. His position is that the estates (in cases where an internee is an executor) should be wound up as quickly as possible. Where this cannot be done (as is the case in our estates), the other executors should apply to the court for directions.
Under the circumstances, I think you might have this application made, and if someone is to be appointed to take my place, ask the court to appoint Dora (his wife). If the court feels that you and Niva are sufficient to continue, no third executor need be appointed. There is also the possibility that the court may permit me to give you my Power of Attorney for the purpose of signing cheques. It is also possible that inasmuch as my only function is to sign cheques, the court may feel that I can continue as executor, provided of course, that I am always fully informed of all steps taken in the estate. Please discuss this matter with your solicitor and take what ever steps are deemed necessary to clarify the position. Naturally, I don't want to give up my executorship, unless it is absolutely necessary. In case the court does not want me to give my Power of Attorney to you, because you are already an executor, I could give it to Dora.
Let me know what view the solicitor takes in the matter. In the meantime the cheques are on the way and should arrive shortly. I am well - Love to you all. Dad / P/W 1081, W. G. Ruocco
President Cyril Ramaphosa during oral replies at the National Assembly in Parliament, Cape Town. (Photo: GCIS)
From one of Peggy's trips. Not sure which year.
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THE GRAND CAÑON OF ARIZONA
BY WILLIAM HASKELL SIMPSON
From Travel Stories Retold from St. Nicholas, 1920, public domain
Many of those who seek and love earth's greatest scenery have declared that they found it at the Grand Cañon of Arizona. Travelers flock to it from the ends of the earth, though the majority of the visitors, numbering every year about a hundred thousand, are Americans.
The Grand Cañon of the Colorado River, in northern Arizona, is indeed a world wonder, and there is no other chasm in the world worthy to be compared with it. It is more than two hundred miles long, including Marble Cañon, is from ten to thirteen miles wide in the granite gorge section, and is more than a mile deep. It was created ages and ages ago by the erosive action of water, wind, and frost, and it is still being deepened and widened imperceptibly year by year.
The Colorado River, which drains a region of 4 three hundred thousand square miles and is two thousand miles long from the rise of its principal source, is formed in southern Utah by the junction of the Grand and the Green Rivers, and, flowing through Utah and Arizona to tide-water at the Gulf of California, it dashes in headlong torrent through this titanic gorge—this dream of color, tinted like a rainbow or a sunset.
The cañon is reached by a railroad running to the rim, and may be visited any day in the year. It is unlike most other scenery, because when standing on its rim you look down instead of up. Imagine a gigantic trough, filled with bare mountains on each side and sloping to a narrow channel, which in turn is carved deeply and steeply out of solid granite. You come upon it unawares from the level, timbered, plateau country. The experience is an absolutely unique one. Only when you go down one of the trails to the bottom and look up is the view more nearly like other grand mountain vistas. The first glimpse always is from the upper edge, and, having no previous standard of measurement, you find it difficult to adjust yourself to this strange condition. The distant rim swims in a bluish haze. The nearer red rocks forming the inner 5 cañon buttes—crowned with massive table-lands that look like temples, minarets, and battlements—reflect the sunlight in myriad hues. It seems a vast illusion rather than reality. No wonder that the first look often awes the spectator into silence and tears!
But, before you have been here long, you will wish to know how it all happened. You will ask how the cañon was made.
That question was asked by a little girl of Captain John Hance, one of the pioneer guides. Hance contests with a few other early comers the distinction of being the biggest "romancer" in Arizona. He told her that he dug it all himself.
"Why, Captain Hance!" she said, in astonishment, "what did you do with all the dirt?"
He quickly replied, "I built the San Francisco Peaks off there with it!"
Just between ourselves, no one absolutely can tell just how the miracle occurred, for no human being was there at the time. But the geologist has put together, bit by bit, thousands of facts, dug from the rocks which here lie exposed like a mammoth layer-cake and his explanation is so convincing that it must stand as at least the probable truth.
6 Here may be seen rocks of the four geological periods which are among the very oldest of our earth. The rocks of later periods were here once, too, making a layer more than two miles high resting on what is to-day the top, but in some remote age they were shaved off by some great natural force, perhaps a glacier.
The eating away of the rocks which formed the cañon itself is modern. Scientists say it was done, as it were, last Monday or Tuesday, for it was when the top two thirds had been "shaved off," as we have said, that the Colorado River began to cut the Grand Cañon through the rocks that formed the lower third.
While the cracking of the crust, caused by internal fires, may have helped the process of cañon-making, the result of erosion is seen everywhere. Every passing shower, every desert wind, every snowfall, changes the contour of the region imperceptibly but surely. The cañon is Nature's open book in which we may read how the earth was built.
With the coming of the railroad, when this century was yet a baby, tourists began to flock in, hotels were built, highways constructed, trails 7 bettered, and other improvements made. To-day the traveler finds here every comfort.
Although first glimpsed by white men in 1540, when the Spanish conquistadors appeared,—one expedition journeying from the Hopi pueblos in Tusayan across the Painted Desert,—the big cañon remained unvisited, except for Indians and trappers, until 1858, when Lieutenant Ives, of the army engineer corps, made a brief exploration of the lower reaches of the Colorado, coming out at Cataract Creek. It was not thoroughly explored until the year 1869, when Major John W. Powell made his memorable voyage from the entrance to the mouth of the great gorge, passing down the Green and Colorado Rivers. Though he lost two boats and four men, he pushed on to the end. It is fitting that the United States Government has erected to his memory a massive monument of native rock with bronze tablets on one of the points near El Tovar Hotel.
Powell's outfit consisted of nine men and four rowboats. The distance traveled exceeded one thousand miles, from what is now Greenriver, Utah, through the series of cañons to the mouth of the Rio Virgin. In the spring of 1871 he 8 again started with three boats and descended the river to the Crossing of the Fathers. The following summer Lee's Ferry was his point of departure and he went as far as the mouth of Kanab Wash.
Beginning with the Russell and Monett party, in 1907, several others have essayed to duplicate Powell's achievement, and successfully, too, though without adding to our scientific knowledge of the cañon. The trips are exceedingly dangerous, for the rapids conceal rocks that would wreck any boat, and the currents are treacherous. It is safer, by far, to sit at home and read Powell's story.
The average traveler spends too short a time at the cañon. He arrives in the morning and leaves in the evening. Those wise ones, who go about things in more leisurely fashion, stay from three days to a week.
There are certain things that everybody does. Simply by looking through the big telescope at the "lookout," an intimate view may be had of the far-off north rim and of the river gorge five miles below in an air line. It is easier than actually going to those places, though both are accessible. The north rim, or Kaibab Plateau, is about a 9 quarter of a mile higher than the south rim, where you are standing, and is thickly forested with giant pines. Clear streams are found here, and wild game in abundance. Mountain-lions hide in the rocks, and bobcats haunt the trees. It is the home of the bear, too; you may see two "sassy" young sample specimens outside the house where the Indians stay, opposite El Tovar Hotel. The way across the cañon to the north side is not an easy one, as the Colorado must be crossed in a steel cage suspended from a cable, which stretches dizzily from bank to bank. Then follows the stiff climb up Bright Angel Creek, along a trail seldom used.
The Hopi House, where the Indians give their dances every evening for free entertainment of guests, is another attraction. It is occupied by representatives of the Snake Dance Hopis, whose home is many miles northeast across the Painted Desert. You won't see the Snake Dance, of course, but you will witness ceremonies just as interesting, participated in by men, women and children of the Hopi and Navajo tribes. The little tots, especially, are very "cute." They execute difficult steps in perfect time and with the utmost solemnity, while the drummer beats the 10 tom-tom, and the singer chants his weird songs.
Here you may see Navajo silversmiths at work, fashioning curious ornaments from Mexican coins and turquoise, also deft weavers of blankets and baskets.
The Havasupai Reservation, in Cataract Cañon, is about sixty miles away, and Indians from that hidden place of the blue waterfalls are frequent visitors around the railway station.
All of these Indians understand the language of Uncle Sam. Many of them are Carlisle or Riverside graduates, and one young Hopi is writing a history of his tribe in university English.
Have you ever ridden a mule? If not, you will learn how at the cañon, for only on muleback can travelers easily make the trip down and up the trail. Walking is all right going down, but the climb coming back will tire out the strongest hiker: hence the mule, or burro, long as to ears, long as to memory, and "sad as to his songs."
Of the visitors, fat and lean, tall and short, old and young, to each is assigned a mule of the right size and disposition, together with a khaki riding-suit, which fits more or less, all surmounted by hats that are useful rather than ornamental. It is a motley crowd that starts off in the morning, 11 in charge of careful guides, from the roof of the world—a motley crowd, but gay and suspiciously cheerful. It is likewise a motley crowd that slowly climbs up out of the earth toward evening—but subdued and inclined still to cling to the patient mule.
"What did you see?" asked curious friends.
Quite likely they saw more mule than cañon, being concerned with the immediate views along the trail rather than the thrilling vistas unfolding at each turn. Nine out of ten of them could tell you their mule's name, yet would hesitate to say much about Zoroaster or Angel's Gate. They could identify the steep descent of the Devil's Corkscrew, for they were a part of it; the mystery of the deep gulf, stretching overhead and all around, probably did not reach them. That is the penalty one pays for being too much occupied with things close at hand.
Yet only by crawling down into the awe-full depths can the cañon be fully comprehended afterward from the upper rim.
All trail parties take lunch on the river's bank. The Colorado is about two hundred feet wide here, and lashed into foam by the rapids. Its roar is like that of a thousand express-trains. 12 The place seems uncanny. At night, under the stars, you appear to be in another world.
No water is to be found on the south rim for one hundred miles east and west of El Tovar, except what falls in the passing summer showers, and that is quickly soaked up by the dry soil. All the water used for the small army of horses and mules maintained by the transportation department, likewise for the big hotel and annex and other facilities, is hauled by rail in tank-cars from a point one hundred and twenty-five miles distant. The vast volume of water in the Colorado River, only seven miles away, is not available. No way has yet been found to pump economically the precious fluid from a river that to-day is thirty feet deep, and to-morrow is seventy feet deep, flowing below you at the depth of over a mile.
Another curious fact is this: the drainage on the south side is away from the cañon, not into it. The ground at the edge of the abyss is higher than it is a few miles back.
During the winter of 1917 there was an unusual fall of snow, which covered the sides and bottom of the cañon down to the river. Nothing like it had been seen for a quarter of a century. 13 Generally, what little snow falls is confined to the rim and the upper slopes. At times the immense gulf was completely filled with clouds, and then the cañon looked like an inland lake. As a rule, this part of Arizona is a land of sunshine; the high altitude means cool summers; the southerly latitude means pleasant winters.
Naturally, a place like the Grand Cañon has attracted many great artists and other distinguished visitors. Moving-picture companies have staged thrilling photo-plays in these picturesque surroundings. Photographers by the score have trained their finest batteries of lenses on rim, trail, and river, some of them getting remarkable results in natural colors.
Unmoved by this galaxy of talent, however, the Grand Cañon refuses wholly to give up its secrets. Always there will be something new for the seeker and interpreter of to-morrow.
The Grand Cañon is a forest reserve and a national monument. A bill has been introduced in Congress to make it a national park. Meanwhile, the United States Forest Service and the railway company are doing all they can to increase the facilities for visitors. A forest ranger is located near by. His force looks out for fires, 14 and polices the Tusayan Forest district. Covering such a large area with only a few men, a system has been worked out for locating fires quickly. Fifteen minutes saved, often means victory snatched from defeat. Water is not available, for this is a waterless region except during the short rainy season, so recourse must be had to other devices, such as back-firing and smothering with dirt.
Official government names for prominent objects in the region have been substituted for most of the old-time local names. For example, your attention is invited to Yavapai Point, so called after a tribe of Indians, instead of O'Neill's Point. These American Indian words are musical and belong to the country, and the names of Spanish explorers and Aztec rulers also seem suited to the place. Thus the great cañon has been saved the fate of bearing the hackneyed or prosaic names that have been given to many places of wonderful natural beauty throughout our country. Think of a "Lover's Leap" down an abyss of several thousand feet! That atrocity, happily, has been spared us in this favored region.
This great furrow on the brow of Arizona 15 never can be made common by the hand of man. It is too big for ordinary desecration. Always it will be the ideal Place of Silence. Let us continue to hope that the incline railway will not be established here, suitable though it may be elsewhere, nor the merry-go-round. The useful automobile is barred on the highway along the edge of the chasm, though it is permitted in other sections.
It has been my good fortune to meet at the cañon many noted artists, writers, lecturers, "movie" celebrities, singers, and preachers. The impression made upon each one of them by this titanic chasm is almost always the same. At first, outward indifference—on guard not to be overwhelmed, for they have seen much, the wide world over. Then a restrained enthusiasm, but with emotions well in check. After longer acquaintance, more enthusiasm and less restraint. At the end, full surrender to the magic spell.