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An exhibit in the 2014 Swell Sculpture Festival, at Currumbin Beach. I think this sculpture would be a great symbol for any one of the many "save the whale" groups.
The whale is made of galvanised chain. The hand is made of chain also, but appears to have been anodised, then selectively heat treated to set the various tempering colours.
Camille West » Save The Snail
It was a quiet cafe in Orleans, France
where we held our midnight rendezvous,
conspiring pour la resistance
It seemed like something Woody Allen would do,
talking politics, ethics, animal rights
one fateful night long ago.
The mood like the food we kept it light
till someone ordered escargot.
How sad for the snails, I cried woefully
shedding tears on my brioche.
To have given up their lives needlessly
for the bourgeoisie, how gauche
To my friends, I cried You and your dialectic.
Save the dolphins.
Save the ozone.
Save the whale...
There is a factory I know where they are farming escargot.
We must save our friend the snail.
We planned the mission with the utmost precision,
spied the factory from across the boulevard.
The alarm was taken care of by Pierre the electrician,
while I seduced- I mean, subdued- the guard.
Need I tell you, our timing was crucial
not to be caught at the scene of the crime.
*blogged*
Designed and printed my first save the dates for a friend's wedding. Some of the invites came out misprinted so I turned those into little gift tags. Palm tree was drawn by me.
Wilpattu sanctuary was decalred as a National Park in 1938, Wilpattu National Park is located on the west coast close to the historical city of Anuradhapura .The dry zone jungle is thickly grown. Wilpattu Natonal Park is home for many villus, or natural lakes which dot the landscape in the Wilpattu National Park. Except for two, These lakes contain rainwater, thus are important for resident and migratory water-birds.
The history of the park is also of interest with ancient ruins having been discovered in Wilpattu National Park. Queen named “Kuweni” (considered to be the mother of the Sinhala race) is said to have lived in the place known as Kalli Villu. Historical evidence also shows the fact that Prince Saliya, son of King Dutugemunu lived in Wilpattu over 2,000 years ago.
On March 26, 2013, when hundreds of campaigners from across London and the rest of England converged on Parliament for a protest against the Tory-led coalition government's attempts to subject almost the whole of the NHS to privatisation, I photographed this man, Danny, a former teacher who had recently heard about the campaign, with whom I spent some time talking as we queued up to get into the House of Commons, along with Anna, a campaigner from north London.
The demonstration outside Parliament was followed by a powerful and rousing meeting inside the House of Commons, featuring the Green MP Caroline Lucas, the Labour MPs Diane Abbott, John McDonnell and Heidi Alexander, and the Labour peer Philip Hunt (Baron Hunt of Kings Heath), and Dr. Brian Fisher, a GP from the London Borough of Lewisham, and a key player in the Save Lewisham Hospital campaign, seen here. The government plans to achieve this underhand privatisation through secondary legislation relating to Section 75 of the wretched Health and Social Care Act that was passed last year, and the regulations first came to light just a month ago.
Although 350,000 people recently signed a 38 Degrees petition opposing the plans, and Lib Dem minister Norman Lamb promised that the key regulations on competition in the NHS would be rewritten, the rewritten regulations have barely changed, and they still oblige the NHS -- and, specifically, the Clinical Commissioning Groups of GPs who will take over responsibility for 80 percent of the NHS's budget from April 1 -- to put almost all NHS services out to tender, allowing private companies to begin to devour the whole of the NHS or face legal challenges that they will probably lose because enforced competition will have been made into a key component of the provision of NHS services.
The need to oppose the implementation of the Section 75 regulations is hugely important, and we only have until the third week of April to persuade members of the House of Lords (and particularly Lib Dem and cross-bench peers) to join with Labour peers in striking down the legislation. Opponents of the government's plans are also encouraged to write to their MPs to ask them to sign an Early Day Motion calling for the regulations to be overturned.
Find out how to write to members of the House of Lords -- and what to say -- here: www.savelewishamhospital.com/write-letters-to-lords-now/
Contact your MP here to ask them to sign EDM 1188, calling for the Section 75 regulations to be annulled: www.writetothem.com/
And here's the EDM: www.parliament.uk/edm/2012-13/1188
For my article about the regulations, see: www.andyworthington.co.uk/2013/02/25/urgent-save-the-nhs-...
For the 38 Degrees petition, see: secure.38degrees.org.uk/page/s/nhs-section-75
For more on Andy Worthington, see: www.andyworthington.co.uk/
For all my NHS protest photos, see: www.flickr.com/photos/andyworthington/tags/nhs/
For my most interesting photos, see: www.flickriver.com/photos/andyworthington/popular-interes...
Church of St. Peter, Corpusty Norfolk stands on a hill above the villages of Corpusty and Saxthorpe, a landmark on the main Norwich–Holt Road. The name is thought to come from the Norse “korpr” meaning raven and “stye” meaning way Largely 15c with some Norman work, the nave and chancel windows are 14c. The 15c font and art of the screen still survive as does the porch with its original roof. Original fittings including the pulpit and 17c altar rails have been removed. Last used in 1965 and neglected, It fell into disrepair and prey to vandalism. In 1974 local resident Roger Last wrote to the Eastern Daily Press expressing his concern about the state of the church which led to him showing round Sir Roy & Lady Harrod with BBC cameras in attendance. Their meeting led to the formation of the Committee for Country Churches, which became the Norfolk Churches Trust.
In 1982 it was bought by The Friends of Friendless Churches to save it from demolition with substantial repair work costing £70000 flic.kr/p/WySYiQ
Subsequently in 2009 it passed into the care of the Norfolk Churches Trust and since then, with the help of English Heritage, a huge repair effort has been undertaken with the nave and chancel eves being strengthened, gutters downpipes and drains installed and all the windows, once blocked with corrugated iron sheets, restored giving the interior much needed light. The north door has also been unblocked and restored. flic.kr/p/WySYjm
The churchyard once filled with 6 foot high weeds is now well kept.
A service is held each year at the end of June, to celebrate the Patronal Festival.
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As far as you can see on the land and out to the sea.
There's something very wrong and its time to change.
We are going to need a helping hand.
We want to save the world and we hope that you can understand.
This is really a very catchy song. If you want to find out more....Save My World or Saving Gaia.
part of my Under Attack series - a quick update Under Attack
We are all under attack - for more information search:-
The Mandela Effect, chemtrails, mark of the beast, illuminati, Freemason, targeted individuals, New World Order, reptilians, Antichrist, Georgia guild stones, Agenda 21, aliens, mind control, beast system, secret societies. Watch the films - 1984, They Live, Soylent Green, The Terminator
Get your house in order by praying to God and asking him for the full armour of God to protect you from your enemy-- Please wake up.
Good Information on youtube -search: -
Shaking My Head Productions
Truthstream Media
A Call For An Uprising
Thescariestmovieever
XtremeRealityCheck
Dr. Katherine Horton - Stop 007
Hacking the Headlines
Jane Tande
RichieFromBoston
Soulutionaries Media Network
Grace to You
GET SAVED www.xtremerealitycheck.com/getsaved.html
This is my first attempt at designing and assembling save the date tickets for my destination wedding. Yes it was quite a process but I'm pretty happy with the results. Envelopes were made from vellum paper. They were scored, folded, and then embossed with two palm trees. The sleeves were made from sparkle merlot card stock, scored, folded, and embossed. The tickets were printed three to a sheet on Aspire Petallics metallic paper. The corners were rounded and sides were cut each by hand with an x-acto.
Another gaggle of NASCAR Gen 6 cars coming through turn the 'S' of turns 8 and 8a during the 2013 Save Mart 350 at the Sonoma Raceway.
Camera: Canon EOS 40D
Lens: Canon EF 70-200mm f/4L IS USM w/Canon 1.4x @235mm
Exposure: 1/250 sec @ f/9.0 ISO100
This image is © Douglas Bawden Photography, please do not use without prior permission.
Enjoy my photos and please feel free to comment. The only thing that I ask is no large or flashy graphics in the comments.
Completely free to use image of the word save, as always, a link back to www.visioncreation.co.uk would be nice, but not required.
15.5.09
We're driving towards the orphanage. The highway is lonely, save for a few languid trucks ambling along. It is damp too, and a thick fog covers the countryside: a single light here or there provides the only hint of civilization amidst the interminable verdure. Inside the van, the smoke of cigarettes past wafts in the air, lingering like a lost soul. I inhale, and quickly cough. I subsequently open the window to the enveloping darkness outside, so slightly as to not disturb my companions in the back. The roar of the road echoes in my ears.
An unexpected wrench was thrown into our travel plans today. The trip began expediently enough as the bus on which Candy and I rode reached the Shenzhen airport with hours to spare; however, the unscheduled hiccups soon followed. We received an announcement over the public address system notifying us of a flight delay, due to a mysterious military maneuver, we deduced, high in the Shenzhen skies. Several more sonorous reminders came in punctual succession over the next six hours. It seemed as though we would be stuck, stranded really, at the airport forever, or for the day at least. Thankfully, after the police arrested some of the more aggrieved passengers, we finally boarded the plane and took off for central China. We were blessed to be on our way at last, none of us having blown a gasket during the afternoon tedium.
One more pitch black road awaited, down a single lonely lane lined with swarthy trees, standing as though sentries, and at length we arrived at the orphanage. The car stopped in a clearing, and we stepped out, onto a cement lot with soft puddles spread silently beneath our feet. We squinted into the twilight, our eyes trying to make sense of the surroundings. Our bags were unloaded, we made our way to the rooms, and soon enough fell asleep. I think we all enjoyed the repose, rendered especially comfortable by the new guest rooms in which we were staying.
16.5.09
We have only been here for barely 24 hours, yet it feels as though we have been here for much longer, as if time at some point in our journey decided to slow itself to a crawl. Maybe it was because of the litany of activities that we packed into the span of several hours, or perhaps it was the lack of worldly distractions, allowing us to focus solely on our mission, that caused us to suspend the hands of that imaginary clock in our mind. Whatever the case, we've enjoyed every minute at the orphanage; it is time definitely well spent in service!
Morning call was at 6:20; and after a prayer meeting we went down to finally visit the kids. They were playing on the vast driveway of the orphanage, savoring their moment of freedom before breakfast. To see so many friendly faces, in spite of their precarious physical and filial circumstance was definitely encouraging. I made a multitude of new friends; and did my best throughout the day to impact those kids with joy, honesty and patience. It is a powerful cocktail which brings love immediately to many.
The food at the orphanage is without processing, as natural as victuals can be in these days of impersonal industrial production. Large chunks of mantou, steaming bowls of soupy congee, and salty vegetables with slivers of meat have characterized our meals. It is the kind of humble stuff that lengthens life spans, and disciplines the palate.
We presented a wide range of activities - structured and unstructured; whole class and small group - to the kids, in the hope that we would manage them as much as amuse. In the morning, as though breaking the ice once were not enough, we ran through a series of dizzying, if not at times totally incoherent, activities designed to familiarize our dispositions to each other. Later, we established a makeshift fun fair, at which we ushered the children to rooms filled with (board) games, and puzzles, and other, more colorful activities such as face painting and balloon making. The kids couldn't at length contain their enthusiasm, busting into and out of rooms with impunity, soaking in the rapturous atmosphere. In the afternoon, our team attempted to tire them out: running topped the agenda, and by leaps and bounds, the activities, whether straightforward relays or schoolyard classics like duck duck goose and red light, green light, indeed began to tucker our charges out. We, too, were pretty beat by the time night began to creep over the horizon!
17.5.09
Yesterday evening, we surprised the students with a musical performance, followed by forty minutes of bubble-blowing madness; to be sure, the students could not appreciate our somewhat accurate rendition of Amazing Grace so much as the innocent madness of dipping one's hands in a solution of dish detergent and corn syrup and then whispering a bubble to life; and indeed, the moment the Disney branded bubble-making machines churned the first batch of bubbles into the air, with much rapidity weaving their frenetic pattern of fun, chaos erupted in the room. The students stormed the soap basin, and almost overwhelmed my teammates who valiantly held the Snitch and Pooh high above the heads of the clamoring kids.
During the evening's festivities, I grew progressively ill, until at last I dashed out of the room to sneeze. Outside, in the cool of the night, under a cloud of stars beaming so far away in the deep of space, I exploded in a rancor of sneezing. The fit lasted for five minutes, an inexorable depression in my system which sent both my body and my esteem tumbling down. I felt bad, not only for my exceedingly rickety health, but for my teammates and the children who may have been exposed to my sickness as it incubated within me; furthermore, everyone in the classroom was saying goodbye and all I could do was rid myself of a sniffle here and there, in between rounds of bursting from nostrils and sinuses. I was impotent, as though one of my insignificant droplets on the floor!
18.5.09
We are in a car heading towards a famous historical site in Henan. The driver's drawl slips slowly from his mouth, and what he says resonates intelligibly in our ears. Candy, Tanya and the driver are discussing Chinese mythology, and history, which, for better or for worse seem to be inextricably intertwined. We narrowly just now missed hitting an idle biker in the middle of the road; in dodging our human obstacle, the car swerved into the oncoming traffic, sending us flying inside the cabin. Reciting a verse from a worship song calmed our frazzled nerves.
How to describe the children? Many of them smiled freely, and were so polite when greeted that undoubtedly they had been trained well at some point in the tumult of their life education. Precociousness was also a common characteristic shared by the kids, whose stunted bodies belied the mature, perspicacious thoughts hiding just underneath the skin. Of course, in our time together we were more merry than serious, that quality being best left for the adults working silently in their rooms; and to that effect, the kids brought out their funny bones and jangled them in the air to stir up the excitement and to destroy by a jocular clamor any hint of a dull moment – we really laughed a lot. At last, although not all of them seemed interested in our staged activities – rather than feign enthusiasm and eagerness, some skipped our events altogether – those who did participate, most of them in fact, enjoyed themselves with abandon, helping to create that delightful atmosphere where the many sounds of elation reign.
Of the students whom I had the opportunity to know personally, several still stick out in my mind, not the least for my having christened a few of them with English names! David was bold, and courageous, willing to soothe crying babes as much as reprimand them when their capricious actions led them astray; he had a caring heart not unlike a shepherd who tends to his young charges. Edward, who at 13 was the same age as David, definitely grew emotionally, not to mention physically attached to me. He was by my side for much of the weekend, grabbing onto my hand and not letting go, to the point where I in my arrogance would detach my fingers within his, ever so slightly, as if to suggest that a second more would lead to a clean break - I know now that with the cruel hands of time motoring away during the mission, I shouldn't have lapsed into such an independent, selfish state; he should have been my son. Another child who became so attached to the team as to intimate annoyance was the boy we deemed John's son, because the boy, it seemed, had handcuffed himself to our teammate, and would only free himself to cause insidious mischief, which would invariably result in an explosion of hysterics, his eyes bursting with tears and his mouth, as wide as canyon, unleashing a sonorous wail when something went wrong. On the other hand, Alice remained in the distance, content to smile and shyly wave her hand at our team while hiding behind her sisters. And last but not least, of our precious goonies, Sunny undoubtedly was the photographer extraordinaire, always in charge of the school's camera, snapping away liberally, never allowing any passing moment to escape his shot.
That I learned on this trip so much about my teammates verily surprised me, as I thought the relationships that we had established were already mature, not hiding any new bump, any sharp edge to surprise us from our friendly stupor. So, consider myself delightfully amazed at how a few slight changes in the personality mix can bring out the best, the most creative and the strangest in the group dynamic: admittedly, Candy and Tanya were the ideal foils for John, they eliciting the most humorous observations and reactions from my house church leader, they expertly constructing a depth of character that even last week, in the wake of the Guangdong biking trip, I never knew existed! Most of all, I'm glad to have been a part of such a harmonious fellowship, for the fact that we could prayer together as one, and encourage each other too, and all the more as we saw the day approaching.