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Un véritable cimetière de voitures anciennes, toutes décomposées par le temps en communion avec la nature.
Ce parc original est l’oeuvre de Michael Fröhlich, Mode- puis Autodesigner et désormais propriétaire d’une concession de voitures de collection. Michael Fröhlich a eu l’idée un jour, il y a 20 ans, d’acquérir pour son 50ème anniversaire 50 voitures anciennes du monde entier, toutes datant des années 1950 pour les installer dans le grand jardin boisé entourant sa maison à flanc de colline, tel un parcours artistique exposant sa passion pour les voitures anciennes mais surtout témoignant de la supériorité des éléments naturels sur la technologie, d’une nature qui finit toujours par reprendre ses droits.
Parmi les nombreuses voitures en décomposition, vous pourrez admirer une Jaguar et une Porsche côte à côte, une voiture de l’armée de Berlin-Est faisant face à sa contemporaine de Berlin-Ouest, une limousine 11 CV de gangster ayant appartenu à un policier français, une Mosqvitch à moitié enterrée, une 2CV remplie de bouteilles de champagne vides, une Rolls Royce transportant la reine et le prince Charles mais aussi une Mercedes-Benz, BMW, Opel, Ford, Volkswagen, Buick, Citroën, Fiat, Austin, Morris, Lloyd, Renault, Tatra… chaque véhicule a son histoire !
Et on ne trouve pas que des voitures anciennes dans l’Auto-Skulpturen-Park. Vous croiserez également un avion et son parachutiste suspendu à un arbre , des motos, des scooters, une calèche… une cabine téléphonique, des pneus, des nains de jardin…
A veritable graveyard of old cars, all decomposed by time in communion with nature.
This original park is the work of Michael Fröhlich, Fashion- then Autodesigner and now owner of a collector car dealership. Michael Fröhlich had the idea one day, 20 years ago, to acquire for his 50th birthday 50 vintage cars from all over the world, all dating from the 1950s to install them in the large wooded garden surrounding his house on the hillside , like an artistic journey exposing his passion for old cars but above all testifying to the superiority of natural elements over technology, of a nature that always ends up reclaiming its rights.
Among the many decaying cars, you can admire a Jaguar and a Porsche side by side, an East Berlin army car facing its West Berlin contemporary, a gangster 11 HP limousine that once belonged to a policeman French, a half-buried Mosqvitch, a 2CV filled with empty champagne bottles, a Rolls Royce carrying the Queen and Prince Charles but also a Mercedes-Benz, BMW, Opel, Ford, Volkswagen, Buick, Citroën, Fiat, Austin, Morris, Lloyd, Renault, Tatra… each vehicle has its story!
And you don't just find vintage cars in the Auto-Skulpturen-Park. You will also come across an airplane and its parachutist suspended from a tree, motorcycles, scooters, a horse-drawn carriage… a telephone booth, tires, garden gnomes…
“There's always a story. It's all stories, really. The sun coming up every day is a story. Everything's got a story in it. Change the story, change the world.”
― Terry Pratchett, A Hat Full of Sky
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It can happen to anyone, from any walk of life.
20 years ago I had a career that I was incredibly proud of, saving lives, I had a home, mortgage, car and disposable income. I was confident and, even though I hate to blow my own trumpet, I was incredibly good at the work that I did.
I was, however, bullied, harassed, abused, belittled and ostracised by management and many colleagues in a toxic environment where this behaviour had spread like a cancer. This went on daily for 13 years. I thought that I was 'ignoring' it and just knuckling down in my work. I didn't know, until it was too late, that this was damaging both my physical and mental health.
After some time off due to a stress breakdown I returned and the bullying turned into a witch hunt. They succeeded. My mental and physical health had been destroyed. I was wrongly advised to resign by a union that had representatives embedded in management. I was too unwell to pursue any means of recompense.
Losing my career lead to my first Takotsubo Cardiomyopathy attack. This one was nearly fatal.
I have suffered from Complex Post-traumatic Stress Disorder (CPTSD) for at least 20 years as a direct result of this. Only finally receiving help for the condition last year after years of medical denial because the establishment at the time did not understand the connection between non-life threatening instances and PTSD despite mounting evidence. Thankfully it is much better understood today.
The bullies took my career, my confidence, my identity, my physical health, my mental health and now they have taken my relationship and my home. My ex being unable to cope with my PTSD and reacting to it in a way that was making it worse in a cycle that just destroyed our relationship.
Now, unable to work and unable to claim benefits for the moment, unwell, terrified and struggling at times to cope with basic life things, I am facing this horrendous situation that is so daunting there are times that my thoughts go to a very dark place.
I never imagined any of this would happen to me. I was on top of the world back in the early 2000s. The best time of my entire life.
Maybe I deserved this. Maybe I did something terrible in a former life. I don't know. I can't make sense of it.
I don't want to give up just yet. I want to fight back. I just have so little actual physical support. PTSD can cause isolation. Distrust. Withdrawal.
I have lost my few best friends since moving to Scotland for numerous reasons outside of my control. My family are 300 miles away and offer just loving thoughts. I am on my own.
On Friday I will be completely on my own for the first time in 20 years. This time without the confidence and abilities I had back then. I have to try and find them but without safety, comfort and familiarity I face an impossible task. It can take monumental effort just to cook a simple meal. PTSD is a terrible thing to have.
I am sharing my story as I don't know when or how I will return to Flickr.
Photography has been my recovery. My saviour from PTSD. An adrenaline kick from street photography, the excitement of the edit when you return home. Sharing my photographs with you and taking time to enjoy your photographs. The Flickr routine has kept my sanity and been an important part of my day for years now. I fully intend to return but the odds are against me at least for the moment.
Some of you wanted to help by donating towards the expensive Internet costs I will face in temporary housing.
I hate asking for help but please know that I am incredibly grateful for the help that I have received, both financially and otherwise. Just knowing that people care is a help in itself.
If you wish to keep in touch with me via WhatsApp while I am unable to get my PC online then please Flickrmail me your contact details. (bearing in mind that over the next few days my time is limited).
My PC will be packed tomorrow so I may make one more post before I go. I'll make sure it is a happier picture.
Thank you for taking the time to read this. I am profoundly thankful for the friendships and acquaintances that I have made here. You are all wonderful, awesome people. Thank you.
Homelessness can happen to anyone.
Remains of an old homestead in the Arkansas Woods.
Winter 1986/87
Minolta X370 Minolta Rokkor MD 45mm f2.
Kodak Gold 200
B&W conversion Lightroom Classic
I took this staged photo during my stay in Xiapu, north of Fujian Province, in China. The good thing there is that you can really do at the same time some "aesthetics photos" like this one, or wander in the streets of the small and numerous fisherman villages to see their real life, which is actually very far from being as glamorous as suggested in this photo. (China, Fujian, Xiapu, Nov. 20)
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Published in URBAN STORIES.
You are invited to visit my new group Red Square Gallery and polah2006' exhibition.
That is a story of shepherds live in Anatolian peninsula. Based on the story, each shepherds turn to a tree when they die. To show their thankfulness and respect to nature. I couldn't stop my self to think about that story when I saw this lovely 76 years old shepherd and the trees on the left side in this photo BeNowMeHere, Anatolia, Turkey, 2016 via 500px bit.ly/1VUNZLw
I am cat free as I type this, Georgina is downstairs doing double duty, supervising Ross's exercise routine and watching the squirrels and crows from her perch on top of Moki the espresso maker :)
Ahhh... it's Monday. I didn't even pick up my camera at all last week. So sad! I missed it so much!! I am hoping we have our computer/ internet issues worked out and now if I could just get my photoshop to load back on my computer... grr!!
I stand groggy at the door while Boo goes out to woof a couple of times. If I'm lucky she pees, too.
in the time of corona.
captured on the outside camera.
Featuring a bunch of beautiful Nutmeg:
Nutmeg Quiet Daybreak
Nutmeg. Gentle Melody Frames
Nutmeg. Quiet Daybreak Cabinet
Nutmeg. Quiet Daybreak Rug
Nutmeg. Home Clutter Basket
Nutmeg. Home Clutter Rolled Up Rugs
Nutmeg. Classic Bedroom Bench w/Throw Adult
Nutmeg. Classic Bedroom Lamp Long
Nutmeg. Classic Bedroom Clutter
Nutmeg. Cottage Lounge Books
Nutmeg. In Bloom Table
Nutmeg. In Bloom Vase
Nutmeg. In Bloom Armchair
Nutmeg. Home At Last Blanket Pile Bonus Item
Nutmeg. Homely Comfort Decorated Dresser
Nutmeg Mainstore: maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/REKA%20NUTMEG/233/125/21
Nutmeg Flickr: flic.kr/ps/Yr6Sn
Misc:
HISA - Floral Bouquet Vines
Pitaya - French lavabo
Thanks so much for all the support! I really do appreciate it! 😊
This is the story of Twilight the Bearer of The Last Lantern.
Born in a world swallowed by darkness, the young boy scrabbled and scratched around in an abandoned house searching for magical books called "match-books" for his "match-day". The day of his birth when a match is lit in the darkness for a brief moment to see the world and the passage of time. But on this day, young Twilight found something else... He found a magical lantern... He had found hope.
Now he must journey to the last city with only the Lantern of Hope to light his way, staying the ever-encroaching darkness at bay.
I took this picture and was immediately inspired to write a story of this character and his journey. It's proving to be more challenging than I originally imagined. A world swallowed by darkness and boy born not blind, but within a world without sight. The journey of this tale will be long and filled with fear of the unknown.
Hopefully one day I'll complete this story and this shall be its book cover.
What's the story of this vintage Caravelle car stored away in the hills of Bisbee? Seen on Big Jeep Tours.
Lovefest continues... dark fantasy and madness rule! For Details and links, see my Dark Blog ~ aznanasaccouterments.blogspot.com/2018/08/stories-and-vis...
Let's leave a beautiful world for our children.
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Selfridges Building, Park Street, Birmingham, UK.
Whilst Andy was concentrating on his ‘Infinity and Beyond’ picture (Check out his image, I think he is looking forward to seeing ‘Toy Story 4’), I kept my focus firmly at ground level. I noticed this young lady walking along the street with her own ‘toy story’, a ‘Hoola Hoop’ no less. Having just finished reading the instructions (still in her hand) on how to use the Hoop, I eagerly awaited a demonstration from her; but she thought better of it and decided to wait till she got home. Although no demonstration, her carrying the hoop did make for an interesting shadow on the wall of the Selfridges building.