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It should come as no surprise that she caught my attention as I was walking past Toronto’s downtown Eaton Center mall. She was sitting on a ledge with a friend, chatting. Apologizing for the interruption, I introduced myself and said I would love to have her participate in my Human Family photo project on Flickr and showed my contact card. I noted that her amazing hair only added to her being photogenic. The two of them conferred through eye contact for a brief moment. It turned out the only issue was time; he was just on break from his job in the mall. She was eager to participate so I suggested we “get to it” without delay, using a sheltered service doorway next to her as a location. It was my second “the clock is ticking” encounter of the day. I had just met and photographed Brandon fifteen minutes before. Meet Chance.
After the first photo, Chance started striking some poses, changing her position and look and pausing for me to take the photo. I struggled to keep up, not being used to several opportunities in close succession. I was also struggling a bit to be sure of focus and dealing as best I could with the nook we were in which had door hinges, a no smoking sign, and a decorative panel – all of which were distractions to the photos rather than being additions. I expressed my surprise at her professional posing by saying “Yikes! Are you a professional model or what?” She and her friend, Nixon, laughed and told me that she does “a bit” of modeling, mostly outdoors in an urban environment.
Photos taken, we briefly reviewed the results to ensure that I had at least one usable portrait (I wound up with more than that) and proceeded to talk. Chance was outgoing and friendly and when I asked her a bit about herself she didn’t know where to start. Nixon chimed in and said “I can handle that one.” They went on to play verbal leapfrog, taking turns telling me about Chance’s activities which embrace (among other things) being a part-time model, a stylist, and photographer. Her goal is to establish her own clothing line. I don’t doubt that she could succeed at any of these with her energy and outgoing personality. Before he had to return to work, I suggested doing a photo of Chance and Nixon together since that is how we met. They sat next to one another just as they were when we first met. I suggested they get in closer for the photo, joking that it shouldn’t be difficult since they are a couple. Nixon laughed and said “No, she’s not my girlfriend. She’s my best friend. She’s always there for me. She even came down just to spend a few minutes with my on my work break.” I stood corrected and said “It sounds like you have a great best friend.” He agreed.
Chance told me that she is 27 and was born in Toronto of Guyanese, Scottish, and Polish ancestry. Her advice to her younger self was “I should learn to say no. I have lots of friends and everyone comes to me for advice with their problems and needing favors and I always say yes. There are times when I should say no but I find that difficult.” Nixon agreed with Chance’s description of herself.
We parted with friendly handshakes all around, each of us thanking one another for what had been a fun encounter. Chance gave me her email and made me promise to send the photos. I said I never forget. It had been a fun few minutes.
Thanks Chance, for taking the time to meet and participate in my photography project. Thank you Nixon for giving up part of your brief coffee break. This is my 511th submission to The Human Family Group on Flickr.
I decided on the somewhat reflective first photo taken as the main submission, partly because Chance expressed a preference for it. I felt lucky to have wound up with several that pleased me (see comment photos).
You can view more street portraits and stories by visiting The Human Family.
I said in my posting of Match that I'd start making more digital figures, so here they are. I will still be making physical figures, but I think that digital figures might be the best way to go for a while, as I can crank them out faster, especially because they can be done from anywhere with Wi-Fi, essentially. As I said before, I am using Mecabricks to build these new figures. It's free and fully online (id est: No software), and also works for many models, not just minifigs. Any questions, about my figs, Mecabricks, etcetera, just let me know in the comments, and I'll do my best to get back to you as soon as I can.
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This new batch is made up of six (6) DC villains, three (3) DC heroes, two (2) Marvel heroes, sadly zero (0) Marvel villains, one (1) Scooby-Doo villain, and one (1) Indiana Jones villain, for a grand total of thirteen (13) new uploads.
Most importantly, thanks everyone, for bringing me to 200 followers! Enjoy my work, and, please comment if you favorite! :)
When you try to say no to slimball conman... And feel alone.
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www.actionfraud.police.uk/a-z-of-fraud/door-to-door-sales...
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If you’re suspicious, why not ask the salesman if you can take their photograph – on your mobile phone, for example? If the person is legitimate, they probably won’t mind.
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I said goodbye to my aunt today. She has cancer and she is dying. She sleeps through the day now, comfortably numb. She seemed almost infantile, angelic. No more pain.
I came up with this origami crane idea for soulpancake before I knew that I'd be saying goodbye to her today. I pulled over on my way out to her house and shot this. It was incredibly cathartic and it put me at ease to shoot this and think of her.
I love her and I will miss her.
Does anyone remember Poe?
My men rowed as quietly as they could. The soft splash of the oars, and the low whispers of my men drifted over the water. The boats hugged the island as we neared the landing point.
My unit was sent to take the Lenfel fortress, Castle Bladefall; no easy task. But, my scouts had sent word that the army of Bladefall had left to attack a Loreesi town, a couple miles away from Bladefall. The plan was to set off by boat a few miles away and avoid the Lenfel scouts. Then my men would smash the door open, storm inside, and take out anyone left. When the Lenfel army returned, weary from fighting, they would have to fight their own defenses.
What we didn't know was that a Lenfald general had hired some mercenaries ("Not outlaws" he had said to himself) to defend it while he was gone. Of course, he didn't trust them enough to let them in the castle, and had told the few men he was leaving behind to light the beacon at first sign of trouble. Another thing we didn't know. With the sudden outbreak of war, the Lenfels had put a beacon on top of this tower, to alert others of fighting, and hopefully to bring reinforcements.
Before we were within a hundred yards of the beach, we saw the beacon burst into flames, lighting up the already bright sky.
"They've seen us! ROW! ROW!
FOR THE GLORY OF LOREOS!"
Original Moc (cough cough, in a different color): www.flickr.com/photos/92459453@N08/8567477668/
By mpoh98 (mpoh98's photostream: www.flickr.com/photos/92459453@N08/)
Remember I said we were excited to come across a couple of classic cars when we arrived in 's-Heerenberg? It turned out that a whole gang of classic car owners had the same idea that day and were also visiting Huis Bergh castle.
Damned! Chris should have driven his vintage Chevrolet!
Dear United States – you do not own the internet. You have no right enforcing what other countries do, good or bad. Just like I don’t have the right to tell my neighbor not to watch Family Guy because it violates my ethics, you don’t have the right to create a global firewall sponsored by greedy entertainment lobbyists whose main motivation is money, not advancing technology, society or humankind. #learnfromiraq
As a photographer who has recently been in a bit of media spotlight for my stand on using photos/media without consent or for free, taking a side of PIPA/SOPA was something I’d have to do a little bit of research about. No, I don’t like it when people use my photos without asking. Yes, I’m insulted when someone asks to use my photo without paying for it. But I also have to remember, how else am I going to get my work exposed? Not by print sales and hoping they get put up in trendy restaurants, or in a coffee table book. Internet, yo!
The only reason I got to where I am now is by drawing upon the influence of others on Flickr or searching the interwebz for others who have blazed the trails for the rest of us. I’ve found new locations, learned new techniques, and even stood right next to people taking the exact same shot. Without seeing others work, or having the resources of the internet available we would be stuck in the 70s, and only Disco J would want that.
I’m afraid if SOPA and PIPA get passed, there are going to be secret agents all around us, and when we jokingly quote Anchorman to each other, some agent is going to smack us in the face and staple a citation to our chest. We’ll each have to have our own copyright lawyers walk around with us because God forbid we say something that’s been copyrighted and we don’t have the artist’s permission to quote it.
Yes, if you have a video camera and copy a movie and sell it, that’s wrong. If you download music and use it to promote your website or advertising, that is wrong. If you use someone’s photo for your website/publication without them knowing about it, that is wrong. But if your cute kid recites a Justin Bieber song on Youtube… that’s a crime too?
Come on, Hollywood. Use some common sense. The internet has HELPED you become successful, and helps spread the word of new music, movies, technology, books, etc. I can’t share a 20sec video clip of Anchorman to a friend? What is the worst that could happen… they might like it and maybe buy the DVD? I wouldn’t be able to take a photo of Disney Concert Hall because it’s considered “a work of art” and I don’t have the architect’s permission to photograph it and can be arrested? What is this world coming to?
By the way, everything I just said is copyrighted. Every word. If any of you use any word mentioned above, I’ll SHUT YOU DOWN. And if you make me really upset, I'm going to tell Al Gore to shut the Internet down since he invented it!
Further your opinions on my Facebook before it's censored down too.
A field full of good ideas surrounded the eyes watching it.
One by one, each Sunday Morning, the populace would stop in front of the yellow eye to share its novel ideas to make the village a better place.
If deemed a prosperous idea, they could advance to stand on the green in single file lines until further instruction was delivered.
If the concept was deemed trite or redundant, the villager would say their good byes and be promptly led to the scorched earth near the horizon. The earth burned once more today and the field remained empty. Time for the man and his device to move on to another village.
As well as being patron saint of children, Nicholas was also the patron of sailors, a result of Myra being an important port. Ironically, given that he was associated with kind deeds, he also became the patron of pirates, after they stole his relics. Nicholas died in circa 345AD, and stories of his good deeds and acts of kindness spread rapidly. His church became a popular place of pilgrimage, and the beatification of Nicholas occurred soon after his death. He was the Eastern world's most famous saint, and was also adopted by the rest of Europe, being imagined by northern Europeans as wearing a cape and furs and riding a sleigh, despite residing in a Mediterranean climate during his lifetime.
Though there may have been a church constructed on the present site shortly after the death of St. Nicholas, the church which exists now has its roots in the 9th century. It has undergone two separate major renovations. Constantine IX rebuilt the church in 1043, and Tsar Nicholas I had the church renovated in 1862. Some restoration work has also been carried out more recently by Turkish archaeologists.
Despite its relatively modest size the Church of Saint Nicholas is nonetheless spectacular, and is popular with pilgrims and tourists alike. Particular highlights are the magnificent vaulted rooms, and the small gallery nearby containing the remains of some wonderful mosaics and frescoes.
There are a number of sarcophagi contained within the church, firstly in a gallery adjacent to the first chapel. The most notable sarcophagus is located in a separate, narrow gallery, which is said to be that of St. Nicholas himself, although his remains are more likely to have been stolen – apparently by Italian sailors who whisked them away to Bari where they built the Basilica of Saint Nicholas. There are further mosaics in the main apse, which also contains the altar of the church and some white marble steps.
Your sweet punishment awaits!
I created this ensemble to show off my red wet look Baltogs lycra spandex leotard from nydancewear and matching red wet look lycra spandex miniskirt that was custom made for me by the wonderful folks at coquetryclothing.com! I've accented the shiny red combination with my black satin under bust corset from canalboat.com, black satin wrist length gloves from secretsinlace.com, black fishnet hose from electriqueboutique.com worn over my super shiny Platino Luxe 40 denier pantyhose from shapings.com over Hanes Alive Barely There support hose from onehanesplace.com and finished off with my black vinyl back laced thigh boots with their 5" heels from electriqueboutique.com.
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"What!? You said you were the Sailor Moon girls on your profile!! You're just bootlegs!"
"Well, you said you were the Power Rangers!!"
"We said we were powerful rangers! Which we are!"
"WhatEVER!!! This is a huge letdown! No one watches your show any more! Hah! Ultraman! Who cares??"
"At least we HAVE a show! You're fakes!!"
"We are not fakes!! Ultrawhatevers!!!"
... and they argued until they agreed to go get ice cream and cake at Boop's. And it turned out to be a nice date night after all.
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A year of the shows and performers of the Bijou Planks Theater.
Forecast said clear skies so I headed to London for some urban star trails. Drove beneath clear skies for just over 2hrs before reaching my first location. Within 15 minutes the starry sky had succumbed to a layer of misty cloud.
Chasing pockets of clear sky around the city for three hours, a futile attempt to be in the right place at the right time, I captured only a handful of shots including this, straight up the Heron Tower. Mist has its uses.
By 3am, with a 90+ minute return journey still ahead, it was time to point the car homeward. Above Clapham Common, a mere ten minutes later, the sky cleared and remained so the whole way home.
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“It was rigged, I tell you,” said Fletcher of Lenfald. He had stopped at an inn in the market city of Ainesford, during his return north from the C.R.A.S.H. games, in which he had been a participant and bronze medalist in Archery. He was giving a colorful account of the Games to the common room.
“We were told to eat at a local restaurant by a fellow competitor, an Outlaw, I think.”
“Why those scoundrels were allowed to participate is beyond me,” said Adam, an Ainesford native.
“Anyway, nearly the entire Lenfel team got awful food poisoning from the vile place. It was a struggle to stand up, let alone shoot straight. Of course, I knew something was up, so I didn’t have the house special like everyone else. Thus I escaped the worst of it, though camel burger I had was bad enough. Did you know ground meat could be tough?”
“Well, that does explain a lot,” said Adam. “We were hearing wild rumors that Garhims were actually better than Lenfels at archery.”
“Well they have been practicing,” said Fletcher, “I’ll give them that. What I’m really wondering is who put that Outlaw up to it. Of course, the Games overseers never investigated it. I suspect the Loreesi, but they didn’t win either. Maybe they just couldn’t shoot well enough even with the competition out of the way.”
“Well, I reckon we’ll be happy to get even camel burgers in Lenfald soon. Those new tariffs are driving the price of food higher and higher,” said Adam.
“Bah,” said Fletcher, “I say forget them and their grain. We can eat venison out of the woods.”
“That’s fine for you,” said Adam, “but this city lives on Loreesi grain. Cityfolk can’t get to the woods to hunt, and meat doesn’t keep. Poor merchant families are already starting to starve.”
“Well if we need to import,” said Fletcher, “it should be done privately, without letting the puppet-king’s highway robbers levy the tariffs.”
“There are outlaw smugglers out East, but they charge nearly as much as the taxmen. Besides, the Loreesi have patrols hunting smugglers, with orders to kill on sight, or so I’ve heard.”
“We don’t need the Outlaws,” said Fletcher, seeing a chance to make a quick Draken and thwart Chartres at the same time. “We’re not bound by the puppet-king’s laws. And you said that the cities need grain the most. There has to be a way to bring it in right here, under their noses.”
“Excuse me,” said a man sitting at the table nearby. He was dressed in Southern style clothes and a white turban. “I couldn’t help but overhear what you were saying. My name is Hassan. I’m from South Ainesford, across the river, and I think I might be able to help you.”
“A Loreesi?” Fletcher said suspiciously. “Why would you want to help us?”
“Son,” Hassan said, “you aren’t the only ones whom that young fool Chartres has hurt. I’m a baker, and every day I bring bread across the bridge to sell in Ainesford. Now though, with the King’s Tariff on grain products, I can’t make a profit. It’s destroying my livelihood, and I’m not the only one either. Our farmers are forced to give away their grain for nearly nothing, while the Lenfels, happy to pay the old prices, starve.”
“It’s outrageous,” said Fletcher. “Now what do you propose?”
“Just this. I can buy grain in Loreos without suspicion, and more to the point, without taxes. My bakery is right on the riverfront, backed by an old dock frequented by fishermen.”
“Hmm, I see,” said Fletcher. “Do you have a place we could hide a riverboat for loading?”
“I have a celler which could be made to open the river, under the wharf,” said Hassan.
“Excellent,” said Fletcher. “Then we would just need a boat, and a place to land it on this side.”
“That wouldn’t be a problem,” said Adam. “Duke Meyrick, err, supports such entrepreneurship. If we landed a shipment of grain at the city docks, no questions would be asked.”
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The conspiracy was assembled quickly. Adam recruited willing Lenfels, Fletcher obtained a small river boat, and Hassan stockpiled grain, purchasing in small amounts so as not to attract attention.
On a foggy night when the moon was new, the first boatload was brought across. Adam, Fletcher, and three other Lenfels brought the boat quietly across the river and slipped it under the docks. The conspirators had opened Hassan’s celler to the river, and Hassan’s son, a fisherman, had moored his boat and hung his nets to dry in front of the opening to hide it. The smugglers entered this hidden chamber, and docked. Fletcher kept his dirk and bow close to hand, but Hassan was trustworthy. They quickly loaded the boat with barrels of grain, then pushed off. With muffled paddles, they delivered their cargo directly to the Ainesford dock, where it was sold the next morning to be grateful citizens.
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For the next several weeks this operation proceeded smoothly. Then one night, as Fletcher and his men were loading the boat, he saw Hassan enter, looking worried.
“My informant in the city guard has sent a message. They’re sending a squad of troops and they’re under orders to kill every smuggler they find. Someone’s tipped them off. ”
“Son of a used camel dealer!” Fletcher said. “We might be able to escape with the boat, but if they find our dock and all the grain in the bakery, you’ll be arrested for sure.”
“I doubt we could make it across. They’ve probably got a boat out there, watching.”
“Then we’ll have to fall back on the contingency plan. How much time do we have?”
“I give us ten minutes.”
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Fletcher assembled their forces. He and another Lenfel had brought bows and arrows. Hassan had acquired an antiquated crossbow. One smuggler had a spear. Adam was in the Ainesford militia, and had a pike. Hassan had also contracted the services of a local thug, who, after a bag of silver and a free meal, had been found to be a secret Lenfel sympathizer. The smugglers donned disguises, so they would look like Outlaws. Most wore masks, Fletcher had a tattered black cloak, and Adam carried a Queen’s Dragon shield.
Everyone with weapons was soon in position, and the last smuggler was sent to finish loading the boat.
Soon the squad of Loreesi guards marched into sight, their way lit by flickering torchlight. They stopped at Hassan’s door and pounded on it.
“Open in the name of the King!” their captain commanded.
Hassan’s son appeared from the alleyway to the left of the shop.
“Are you looking for smugglers?” he said, gesturing towards him. “Back here.”
“Go with him,” the captain said, indicating two of his men.
They followed Hassan’s son through the alley, which was made even narrower by creates stacked along the wall. When they reached the dock behind the building, Fletcher and the other archer, crouching on the flat roof, stood and let fly arrows. Fletcher’s aim was deadly, even in the darkness, and one man dropped without a sound. The other soldier was hit, but cried out. Fletcher shot again. Hassan’s son began disposing of the evidence.
Hearing the cry, the three soldiers rushed the alleyway, and were as suddenly surrounded when two more smugglers leapt from hiding behind the building, and the scimitar-wielding thug charged across the street. Fletcher, Hassan, and the other archer each aimed their arrows at a soldier. While the Loreesi guards’ superior training might have prevailed against the men on the ground, they stood no chance against arrows from the rooftop, and had nowhere to run.
“Hold!” cried the guard captain. “Don’t shoot, and we will lay down our arms.”
“And then go for reinforcements?” Fletcher said. “I don’t take prisoners.”
“If you allow us to go free, I will not harm you. I will return and tell my commanding officer that we saw no signs of smuggling activity, and that we were attacked by men dressed as outlaws.”
“And why should we trust you?” Fletcher said.
“I am a man of honor,” the captain declared. “I will not break my word.” He laid down his weapon and his men did likewise. “You would shoot us in cold blood?”
Fletcher thought of his father. His arrow pointed at the lion on the man’s chest, and his bowstring quivered.
“No.” Fletcher slowly released the arrow and released tension on the bow. “If the Loreesi are men of honor, then I am too.” He signaled the smugglers to let the soldiers go.
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This is my entry for Lenfald's 24th Local Challenge.
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A build for Lands of Rowia, a LEGO castle group in which members create a character and then use Lego builds to tell their story in a shared LEGO castle world. LoR also features motivational contests and challenges. We are currently looking for new members, so come on over, pick a faction and join the fun!
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Comments and critique welcome.
We've been going down to Baja California, Mexico since 1977 and in that time we've accumulated quite a bit of stuff that we found on remote beaches. When you walk along beaches down South of Bahia de Los Angeles, you see all kinds of cool objects like this in front of peoples' vacation homes. This was brought home on a long ago trip and has been bleaching out in a cactus garden ever since. I no longer try to bring back bones any more since the people at the border check point several years ago said I couldn't bring back a sea gull skeleton I found.
Lighting info: I lit this with a YN560 in a 24 inch soft box camera right and in front at 5 o'clock. Fill light came from a small hand held mirror. The flash was in manual mode and was triggered by a Yongnuo RF-603N.
I'm calling this a still life and have placed it in my Still Life Album. www.flickr.com/photos/9422878@N08/sets/72157635247182331/
"Gonna be a fire come.
Gonna burn a wicked man's feet.
Hate and greed gonna bring down Babylon.
That blackbird, that blackbird he said.
That blackbird, that blackbird he said.
The wind blows broken melodies,
into the feathers of a blackbird sitting on a branch beside of me.
He said you will never know, the troubles I have seen, son.
And you should never go, the places I have been.
Lord don't you try to come with me.
Lord don't you try to come with me."
Great song..listen to The Beautiful Girls sing it here.
It’s been said that a picture paints a thousand words. But the opposite can also be true. Read on …
A friend reminded me of a lovely poem by Kitty O’Meara. The words describe perfectly what we all need to do to combat Covid-19, The CoronaVirus.
Here’s the text of the poem:
And the people stayed home. And read books, and listened, and rested, and exercised, and made art, and played games, and learned new ways of being, and were still. And listened more deeply. Some meditated, some prayed, some danced. Some met their shadows. And the people began to think differently.
And the people healed. And, in the absence of people living in ignorant, dangerous, mindless, and heartless ways, the earth began to heal.
And when the danger passed, and the people joined together again, they grieved their losses, and made new choices, and dreamed new images, and created new ways to live and heal the earth fully, as they had been healed.
— Kitty O'Meara, And The People Stayed Home
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My final words are to ask ALL of my flickr friends around the world to stay safe, heed the advice we’re all being given, and to come out the other side of this dreadful piece of world history alive and well!
I’ll be thinking of you all and whilst I’m not a God believer, I do hope if there is a greater force that’s omnipotent, he or she can save as many lives as possible.
STAY SAFE! ❤️
Not always easy to take a spontaneous shot once you've been noticed. Some people believe you're gonna steal their soul :)
Anyhow, I liked the hands here and the dark (noisy) interiors mood although it's not a seamless image when it comes to pixel peeping :)
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Up, m'lady, pack your things, this place is not your home.
Nor was it ever, sever every tie, tonight we ride. Tonight we ride.
In addition to Ellie I've been on a huge La Dispute kick.
Last one with Dylan for a bit! Slightly inspired by Nicholas Scarpinato's super incredible photo because I love his style a whole lot but I've also had this in my head for a while and finally got to shoot it Monday. I got inspired to do this mainly after seeing either a Dr. Pepper or online college commercial involving an individual turning around and walking away from a huge crowd of people going in a single direction. Symbolizing individuality, change and taking your own life into your own hands and all that. Corny but I hope to reshoot this in the future when I have more time on a much larger scale like I originally had in mind with 20+ figures. For now I wanted to attempt the concept simply with as much believability as possible, editing-wise.
Can't wait to show you guys what I have planned for next week. :)
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Localizado à saída da Calçada de Carriche, num pequeno largo junto à estrada que leva a Odivelas, encontra-se o padrão do Senhor Roubado, monumento datado de 1744.
A sua construção deveu-se a um roubo efetuado na igreja de Odivelas, em 1671, alegadamente pelo jovem António Ferreira, que aí roubou do altar-mor e de outros altares desta igreja, as contas do rosário de N. Sra. do Rosário, as vestes do Menino Jesus e da Senhora do Egipto, os Vasos Sagrados, entre outros, escondendo-os numa mata de caniços onde está hoje o Senhor Roubado.
Numa época de extrema religiosidade, a dimensão deste caso foi tal que, quando chegada a notícia à capital, foram enviadas missivas a todo o reino, e afixados éditos prometendo recompensa em dinheiro e um emprego na justiça ou na fazenda, a quem denunciasse o autor do crime; a corte pôs luto e foram feitas procissões nas ruas.
Encontrados os objetos escondidos, e mais tarde confessado o roubo sacrílego por António Ferreira, após ter sido apanhado a roubar galinhas, por uma criada do Mosteiro de Odivelas, e tendo-lhe sido encontrada na bolsa a cruz de prata do remate do vaso dourado do Santíssimo, foi julgado em Lisboa e condenado a ser "arrastado e levado à praça do Rocio desta cidade, aonde lhe serão decepadas ambas as mãos e queimadas à sua vista, e depois seu corpo será queimado ...".
No local, numa oliveira, foi colocado um padrão de cruz, em madeira, que, mais tarde, o religioso António dos Santos transformou no padrão do Senhor Roubado, construído com pedra cedida pela pedreira da Paradela, e que o próprio realizou, pagando o restante trabalho com esmolas.
Era um local para os fiéis se encomendarem a Deus e pedirem perdão pelos seus pecados.
O Monumento ao Senhor Roubado é composto por um recinto, em forma de trapézio isósceles, com uma superfície de dez metros de comprido por oito de largura, e o arranjo arquitetónico apresenta-se a modo de templo descoberto. É uma espécie de altar ou oratório, constituído por um alpendre assente em quatro colunas toscanas e fechado por parede na parte posterior. No interior encontra-se o padrão que rememora o roubo sacrílego. Existe ainda no recinto um púlpito, conferindo-lhe a feição de lugar consagrado ao culto divino. Na face ocidental, um paredão inteiramente forrado de azulejos monocromáticos; nas partes inferior e superior, doze quadros ou painéis historiados, cada um composto por 72 azulejos, com legenda explicativa sobre as cenas do roubo. www.cm-odivelas.pt/autarquia/freguesias/odivelas/poi/padr...
Ponnamaravati is said to be located in Puramalai nadu, in Rajendrasola valanadu, a district Of Rajaraja Pandi nadu, by which name the entire Pandi mandalam was known after Rajaraja I's reconquest of that kingdom.
Four chola records and inscriptions in this temple are Pandyan (A.D. 1190-1217).The Chola records refer to the building of the srivimana and the consecration of a Siva-linga named Rajendra Solisvaram Udaiya Mahadevar by the local chief.
The temple of Cholisvaram (its modern name ) now as sundaracholisvarar, sundareswar would appear have been built by Rajaraja II in memory of his great-grand father Kulottunga I.
Architectural Features:
The garbhagriha, the ardhamandapa and the mahamandapa form a single architectural unit.The sanctum rises over a moulded adhishthanam, having an octogonal kumudam.The pilasters are square with thick palagais and the beveled corbels.The cornice is thin,and the kudus are plain.The niches on the projecting posts of the three sides have square pilasters with arched tops,while those in the recessesx are surmounted by pancharams. The southern niche contains a sculpture of Jnana Dakshinamurti and the northern one of Brahma, while the western is empty. Pieces of the original vyalavari, which were evidently removed when the brick vimanan was renovated, have now been built into the prakara wall.At the junction of the ardhamandapa with the sanctum, and in the middle along its length ,there are empty niches, each of which is surmounted by an arch; on either side of the central niche are two shallow niches surmounted by pancharam. Between the ardhamandapa and mahamandapa there is porch,with doorways on the south and north which are now closed.There is niche surmounted by pancharams on either side of the entrance to the sanctum.The pillars inside the mahamandapa are cylindrical and carry tenoned corbels.To the north of the mahamandapa is the Amman shrine which is crude imitation of the main shrine.Among the bronzes in this temple is a Somaskanda group belonging to the Later Chola period.
Remember, I said two clicks back that all *upper* wall décor still normally *visible* from the sales floor is all but gone, but stuff like this wallpaper hidden in a closet still remains! (For that matter, the entire wall and the back one are all still 2012'd). No need to remove any of that, it'll be just fine as is! Off the top of my head, I can think of three other little remnants, one of them still painfully visible (www.flickr.com/photos/l_dawg2000/50392260117/in/album-721...) if one knows where to look (and not point it out to Kroger)!
It's Sunday again, so you know where to look for my music selection list!
The Moody Blues (Greatest Hits) - Ride My See-Saw
Soundgarden (Superunknown) - Fell on Black Days
Paul McCartney & Wings (Band on the Run) - Jet
Slipknot (All Hope is Gone) -.execute.
Aaron Lewis (The Road) - Red, White & Blue
Black Veil Brides (Black Veil Brides) - Stolen Omen
KoRn (The Nothing) - Surrender to Failure
311 (Mosaic) - Places That the Mind Goes
Blue October (Home) - Houston Heights
Ozzy Osbourne (Scream) - Crudify
Fleetwood Mac (Tusk) - Honey Hi
Eddie Rabbitt (Horizon) - Short Road to Love
Dire Straits (Dire Straits) - Setting Me Up
The Who (WHO (Deluxe Edition)) - Rockin' in Rage
Billy Joel (Storm Front) - Shameless
Cheap Trick (Heaven Tonight) - Stiff Competition
Shinedown (The Sound of Madness) - If You Only Knew
The Cranberries (Stars - The Best of the Cranberries 1992-2002) - You & Me