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Like a bird on the wire
Like a drunk in a midnight choir
I have tried in my way to be free
Like a worm on a hook
Like a knight from some old-fashioned book
I have saved all my ribbons for thee
If I, if I have been unkind
I hope that you can just let it go by
If I, if I have been untrue
I hope you know it was never to you
For like a baby, stillborn
Like a beast with his horn
I have torn everyone who reached out for me
But I swear by this song
And by all that I have done wrong
I will make it all up to thee
I saw a beggar leaning on his wooden crutch
He said to me, "you must not ask for so much"
And a pretty woman leaning in her darkened door
She cried to me, "hey, why not ask for more?"
Oh, like a bird on the wire
Like a drunk in a midnight choir
I have tried in my way to be free
William III and Mary II were crowned as joint monarchs in 1689, after they were invited by Parliament to take the throne in the place of Catholic King James II, Mary’s father.
They bought Kensington Palace to become their new home, away from the bustle of Whitehall Palace, and transformed the building into a royal home.
The Queen's apartments were where Mary, and later royal consorts, lived. This is where they had their bedroom, took their meals, entertained their friends and distinguished guests, and relaxed.
The last room in the Queen's State Apartments is the Queen's Bedroom. As Mary extended her apartments and created a new bedroom, this room became a cosy sociable space in which she entertained friends.
The bed that is displayed in this room also tells its own fascinating story. It is thought to be the bed in which James Edward Stuart, son of King James II was born, at St James' Palace, in 1688.
As Mary and Anne’s Catholic half-brother, James' birth was such a threat to the Protestant establishment that rumours were spread that the baby was an impostor, smuggled into the bed in a 'warming pan' to replace a stillborn infant.
Text Ref: Historic Royal Palaces [www.hrp.org.uk/kensington-palace/whats-on/the-queen-s-sta...]
Psalm 58:8: “Let them (wicked rulers: David is probably speaking about King Saul and his cohorts) be like a snail that melts away as it moves along! Let them be like stillborn babies that never see the sun!”
Food and ambience : Local cuisine, Bar, British, Pub.
Maggie Dickson vécut de 1702 à 1765 environ. Maggie Dickson est née à Musselburgh vers 1702 et y a ensuite grandi. Elle a épousé un pêcheur mais il a rapidement quitté les lieux après, selon la version de l’histoire que vous avez lue, avoir été presse dans la Royal Navy ou aller travailler sur la flotte de pêche à Newcastle. En 1723, Maggie trouva du travail dans une auberge de Kelso, puis tomba « enceinte » après une relation avec le fils de l’aubergiste. Maggie a caché sa grossesse et le bébé est arrivé prématurément. On ne sait pas si le bébé était mort-né ou est mort peu de temps après la naissance. Quoi qu’il en soit, Maggie a abandonné le corps sur les rives de la rivière Tweed, où il a été retrouvé. Elle a été arrêtée puis jugée et condamnée à mort. Certaines sources disent qu’elle a été accusée en vertu de la loi sur la dissimulation de grossesse, mais il semble plus probable qu’elle ait été jugée pour avoir causé la mort de son enfant. Maggie fut pendue lors d’une exécution publique à Grassmarket à Édimbourg le 02 septembre 1724. Son exécution a été suivie d’une quasi-émeute alors que des amis et des parents se disputaient avec des étudiants en médecine pour la possession de son corps. Les amis et les parents ont gagné, et Maggie a été placée dans un cercueil pour être transportée à Musselburgh pour l’enterrement. Alors que le groupe s’arrêtait en route pour se rafraîchir dans un pub au bord de la route, le couvercle du cercueil a bougé et Maggie a été retrouvée vivante. Elle a marché jusqu’à Musselburgh le lendemain. Comme la peine du tribunal a été exécutée, Maggie était libre et elle a vécu encore 40 ans, sous le nom de Half-Hangit Maggie. Certains disent que Maggie a survécu parce qu’elle était une « bonne amie » du cordier qui fournissait le bourreau : la rupture précoce de la corde lui a permis de survivre. Quelle que soit la raison de sa survie, son histoire est rappelée par le nom du Maggie Dickson’s Pub, qui surplombe la scène de son exécution au Grassmarket d’Édimbourg.
Food and ambience: Local cuisine, Bar, British, Pub.
Maggie Dickson lived from about 1702 to 1765. Maggie Dickson was born in Musselburgh around 1702 and later grew up there. She married a fisherman but he soon left after, depending on which version of the story you read, he was a press in the Royal Navy or went to work on the fishing fleet in Newcastle. In 1723, Maggie found work at an inn in Kelso, then became "pregnant" after a relationship with the innkeeper's son. Maggie hid her pregnancy and the baby arrived prematurely. It is not known if the baby was stillborn or died shortly after birth. Either way, Maggie dumped the body on the banks of the River Tweed, where it was found. She was arrested, tried and sentenced to death. Some sources say she was charged under the Concealment of Pregnancy Act, but it seems more likely that she was tried for causing the death of her child. Maggie was hanged in a public execution at Grassmarket in Edinburgh on September 02, 1724. Her execution was followed by a near-riot as friends and relatives argued with medical students over possession of her body. Friends and relatives won, and Maggie was placed in a coffin to be transported to Musselburgh for burial. As the group stopped en route for refreshment at a roadside pub, the coffin lid moved and Maggie was found alive. She walked to Musselburgh the next day. As the court sentence was carried out, Maggie was free and she lived another 40 years, as Half-Hangit Maggie. Some say Maggie survived because she was a "good friend" of the roper who supplied the hangman: breaking the rope early allowed her to survive. Whatever the reason for her survival, her story is remembered by the name of Maggie Dickson's Pub, which overlooks the scene of her execution in Edinburgh's Grassmarket.
* Elephant trunks can get very heavy. It is not uncommon to see elephants resting them over a tusk!
* Elephants cry, play, have incredible memories, and laugh!
* Elephants are sensitive fellow animals where if a baby complains, the entire family will rumble and go over to touch and caress it.
* Elephants have greeting ceremonies when a friend that has been away for some time returns to the group.
* Elephants grieve at a loss of a stillborn baby, a family member, and in many cases other elephants.
* Elephants don't drink with their trunks, but use them as "tools" to drink with. This is accomplished by filling the trunk with water and then using it as a hose to pour it into the elephant's mouth.
* Interestingly, the Asian elephant is more closely related to the extinct mammoth than to the African elephant (see evolution).
This is where you can learn more facts! Or just ask Cilinia
elephant.elehost.com/About_Elephants/about_elephants.htm#...
The inner ward of the Moritzburg, Halle (Saale)
"The ancient castle of Moritzburg in the city of Halle is a very valuable example of Gothic military architecture, typical of Germany at the end of the 15th century. Its turbulent history has inevitably been reflected in the many alternations it has undergone over the years. But despite these, the building still keeps the original structure of its main architectural features: the surrounding wall, three of the four round towers at the corners and the central courtyard.
The partial destruction of the north and west wings in the 17th century during the Thirty Years War left the castle with the image of a romantic ruin which it has kept over the centuries to today. Except for a stillborn project by Karl Friedrich Schinkel in 1828, until now no integral work has been planned to alter and enlarge the ancient ruin for the art museum housed there since 1904. (...)
The angular geometry of the new scenery of roofs and metal tower contrasts with castle’s existing irregular shape and high roof. In spirit with the uneasy and expressive forms painted by Feininger, on display in the museum, the new fragments continue the process of changes that feature in the history of the Moritzburg Castle over time."
Moritzburg Museum Extension: Nieto Sobejano Arquitectos
www.archdaily.com/132838/moritzburg-museum-extension-niet...
Sunny's Studio:
Pose ShyGirl
www.youtube.com/watch?v=16YYBoQ3YMI
Song: Mark Schultz - Remember Me
There are times when someone leaves this world to follow the stars and the clouds. We cry because we are hurting and what to have more time with them. We blame ourselves because the what ifs run threw our heads. but we also blame God because he let this happen. But why? dose he Hate us? Did we do something wrong to have this hurt cast down on us. or maybe my child was just to sick that she need to go Home to the Heavens.
I lost my Daughter Dec 3-4 2004
I love you my little girl. My sweet girl. my angel. go dance on the clouds, sing at the top of your lungs. I love you my darling girl.
Love Mummy
A photo taken in Hasedera temple. Innumerable stone statuettes of Ksitigarbha (地蔵) are called Mizuko Jizou. (水子地蔵). They are for the memorial service to unborn babies such as miscarriage, stillborn and abortion as well as premature death. Statuettes are installed as followers pay certain fees to the temple for that service.
It is a new religious practice; a Buddhist temple in Kyoto invented the service and business model in the 1970s, which quickly spread nationwide.
Jizou (地蔵) or Ksitigarbha is a Bodhisattva believed to protect land and children. Ksitigarbha literally means "earth womb."
Including the stillborn and the aborted ones, that is, those that according to official Buddhist thought do not have achieved enough merit (good karma) to enter Paradise. Almost every book religion has strict dogmatic rules and, at the same time, practices of popular religiosity that subvert these rules. In this case, these tiny figurines represent Jizo Bosatsu, a Bodhisattva (someone who could reach enlightenment, but renounces it in order to help others getting there). He will make sure, whatever the official rules are, that these dead children will be admitted to Paradise. Double exposure; 7Artisans manual lens at F16 plus a 16mm macro extension tube.
In January of 1985, an unlikely scenario unfolded as steam returned to coal train service on the Chesapeake & Ohio main line. Entrepreneur and locomotive owner Ross Rowland headed American Coal Enterprises, a startup company dedicated to designing and building a state of the art coal-fired steam locomotive. At the time, oil prices were skyrocketing, and railroads were receptive to alternative motive power.
To gather baseline data from a modern steam locomotive, Rowland arranged for his 1948 ex-C&O 4-8-4 614 to pull coal trains and returning empties between Huntington and Hinton, West Virginia for the month of January 1985. The data from tests showed that the Greenbrier had a thermal efficiency of 6% and had approximately the same operating cost as an equivalent diesel. With a projected efficiency of 18%, the ACE 3000 design was set to have a prototype built, with financial backing from several railroads. Shortly after, oil prices tanked and the prototype was stillborn.
Of course, West Virginia became a railfan destination during the month of tests, and I managed to make two pilgrimages. Here the test bed, renumbered to 614T, barks eastward through Barboursville, West Virginia. Just before it came into view, the big 4-8-4 lost its footing on the snow-covered rails and slipped, spinning its drivers several times until it finally regained traction. The sound is something that I can remember like it was yesterday.
Created for the The Award Tree Challenge 147.0 ~ Mirror Images
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I admire how these people live.
Conjoined twins are identical twins joined in utero. An extremely rare phenomenon, the occurrence is estimated to range from 1 in 49,000 births to 1 in 189,000 births, with a somewhat higher incidence in Southeast Asia, Africa and Brazil.
Approximately half are stillborn, and an additional one-third die within 24 hours. Most live births are female, with a ratio of 3:1. Most stillborns are male.
While I am able to enjoy the beauty of the Blue Ridge in comfort, Appalachian Mountain living was difficult for the early settlers and their descendants. From the 1950s into the early 90s, the Haines family were moonshiners living here in poverty. Their sons were jobless alcoholics, unable to read or write.
When Pop Haines became frail with age, he took measures to take care of his considerably younger wife, Iris Haines, by selling the property to my husband on the condition that Iris could live out her life in their cabin. Don agreed, but Iris had another condition. She took my husband, barely 20 at the time, to this small area on the mountain, and asked that it not be disturbed. The stone designated a special kind of graveyard. This was where the women of the her family came to rest their stillborn babies. The women came alone, she said, usually with a hoe, to bury and add another small rock to the site. Three are hers.
Iris lived out her life on the mountain until her daughters placed her in a nursing home in her late eighties. It was her first experience with running water or a bathroom. She lasted there for two weeks.
Over the years the stones have been scattered by bears looking for insects. Every now and then, one scratches his back on the marker, tipping it over. Don puts it back.
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This Juvenile Andean Condor came in very close positioning himself for a landing on a stillborn calf in the Antisana Reserve at 14K ft in Ecuador. They usually are not seen nor photographed this close as they hunt literally several hundred feet in the air. We just happened to be very lucky spotting the interest brewing several hundred feet above us. I looked all over until I saw what they were interested in. I positioned myself so as not to interfere with mother nature and lied down flat not posing a threat to the incoming condors. I hope to pass my good fortune on to Rosa for a similar good experience with this very sought after prize that eludes so many. Good luck my friend!!!!
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Have a wonderful rest of the week my friends
I have done some interesting photos of my client and good friend Gabriella. The day was sunny and fine enough, so the emotions were also good. Of course, thanks to my wonderful team, who were responsible for lighting. Tomorrow will be a distant journey. Huh.
K.D. Lang
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ru8nwUM1-hY
Like a bird on the wire,
Like a drunk in a midnight choir
I have tried in my way to be free
Like a worm on a hook,
Like a knight from some old fashioned book
I have saved all my ribbons for thee
If I, if I have been unkind,
I hope that you can just let it go by
If I, if I have been untrue
I hope you know it was never to you
Like a baby, stillborn,
Like a beast with his horn
I have torn everyone who reached out for me
But I swear by this song
And by all that I have done wrong
I will make it all up to thee
I saw a beggar leaning on his wooden crutch,
He said to me, "You must not ask for so much"
And a pretty woman leaning in her darkened door,
She cried to me, "Hey, why not ask for more?"
If I, if I have been unkind,
I hope that you can just let it go by
If I, if I have been untrue
It was never to you
Like a bird on the wire,
Like a drunk in a midnight choir
I have tried in my way to be free
"I shouldn’t laugh, but I know I’m a failure in your eyes
I know its daft, but I guess I know it deep inside
It feels like we’re ready to crack these days, you and I
When it’s just the two of us, only the two of us, I could die
You left my heart like an abandoned car
Old and worn and no use at all
But I used to be free
We’re gonna separate ourselves tonight
We’re always running scared but holding knives
But there’s a black chandelier
It’s casting shadows and lies"
"Black Chandelier" by Biffy Clyro
"Delft", a replica of a war ship, sunk in 1797. The wharf ( "De Delft") was a learning and re-integration project, but was abandoned due to lack of funds, unfortunately.
On the first Tuesday evening of August 1988, a tunnel motor painted for the stillborn SPSF merger is about to pass the only Southern Pacific caboose to receive the "Kodachrome" colors. This image was exposed (on Kodachrome 64 film, of course) at the west end of SP's Klamath Falls yard.
Miss Kitty showed up at the house, one month after our 14 year pet passed away.
Miss kitty started to visit every day.
She came to the door meowing a lot, on Good Friday, 2004.
She raced to the basement, after being let into the house.
She gave birth, late in the evening, to a totally black kitten.
The next morning, she came up the stairs, carrying a baby black kitten.
The mother cat, put the baby down, and ran down the stairs again.
The bought up a duplicate black kitten; This one was sadly, stillborn.
sam and i hung out the other night and spent a few hours walking those mysterious dead highway ramps, the lonely stillborns of bad urban planning. we explored their sad dynamic of contradiction. the herculean weeds pressing towards rebirth, the rotting artifacts. like the contents of donald spear’s wallet including his ymca membership card, due to expire in ’94. the full set of rusting brakes. the shredded kite. surely these pieces of road come alive late at night, with the ghosts of the maybes and the almosts. invited guests are all the cars who never made it past the prototype room. and anyone who ever picnicked in no man’s land. and all the donalds who officially lost their identification somewhere around ’93, but never really had a clue as to who they were supposed to be in the first place.
Okay Folks...seems as though there is a new game of tag out.....LOL!!
16 random facts about yourself....hmmmm..let's see
(I will wait to tag 16 people unless you voluteer today...I think it is a great idea...we get to know each other a bit more...only thing is you pick what to say)
1. I walked my first steps for CHOCOLATE...Mmmmm..gimmee...LOL!!
2. I am part Cherokee..my great grandmother walked the Trail of Tears
3. I am related to the outlaw John Wesley Hardin...LOL..(truth)
4. I LOVE to sing....and have carried a note or two..ha ha
5. My first creative venture was at the age of five...made up a song and sang it to my Dad.
6.I am the oldest of four....although one was stillborn and one other passed.....never had in children of my own...that is why I always seem to refer to my own childhood alot. (in case you wondered)
7. I like & love ME.....LOL..I put that in...because has seemed to take a while
8. I like to draw and before I die..I wish to paint maybe I'll give it a try this new year
9. I believe in God and He believes in ME
10. I love animals
11. I love to cook and can be kinda messy at it....(but I do clean it up...LOL)
12. I prefer bottled water to about most any other beverage
13. I got carded a week ago and it made my day....for ciggarettes no less...LOL!!
14. I am 43 years young...very much a kid at heart...before my one grandmother passed I asked her if you ever really quit feeling that way inside...she looked at me and smiled and said no with a twinkle...(smile)
15. My nickname as a child by my grandfather was Pip....because I was no bigger than a pipsqueak when I was born......(give your grandkids nicknames...they love it)
16. I AM ADDICTED TO FLICKR & FLICKER FRIENDS...LOL!!!
Miss Kitty showed up at the house, one month after our 14 year pet passed away.
Miss kitty started to visit every day.
She came to the door meeowing a lot, on Good Friday, 2004.
She raced to the basement, after being let into the house.
She gave birth, late in the evening, to a totally black kitten.
The next morning, she came up the stairs, carrying a baby black kitten.
The mother cat, put the baby down, and ran down the stairs again.
The bought up a duplicate black kitten; This one was sadly, stillborn.
Elephants display complex social and emotional behavior, and are said to value their families more than most animals.
They babysit:
Female elephants (cows) help each look after each other’s calves. Babysitting other female’s calves is important for elephant development; young females learn how to look after the young, and the calves are shown how it’s done. The survival rate of a calf greatly increases when more females are present and willing takes care of it.
They bond:
Elephants are known to develop strong, intimate bonds between friends and family members. There have been reports of elephants forming lifelong friendships with each other, and they even mourn the death of their loved ones. Mother elephants have been seen grieving over stillborn calves, and some elephants have even been spotted returning to, and lingering near, spots where their friends and family members died.
On April Fool's Day 1985, two Southern SD40-2s were almost over the top of the hill at "Big Cut"--a narrow slice through the ridge dividing the Little Moccasin Creek and Troublesome Creek watersheds in Scott County, Va. The duo is shoving an eastbound unit train destined for a powerplant in Georgia. The cut was excavated mostly by hand before the Civil War for the stillborn Virginia & Kentucky Railroad. It was later claimed as a right-of-way for another failed transportation enterprise, the "Triple C" (Charleston, Cincinnati & Chicago). Track belonging to the South Atlantic & Ohio was finally spiked into place around 1888--which successively morphed in the Virginia & Southwestern, Southern Railway, and Norfolk Southern. The name "Big Cut" suggests it should be more epic than it actually is, but by 1850 construction standards, it was obviously a major accomplishment of earth moving.
These are statues honoring the Jizo Bosatsu. Jizo is his Japanese name and a Bosatsu (Bodhisattva) is a person who has attained enlightenment, but who postpones Buddhahood (Nirvana) in order to help others to attain enlightenment and transcend the “wheel of life”.
In modern Japan, especially Jizō is venerated as the guardian of children, specifically of unborn, aborted, miscarried, and stillborn babies. According to Japanese folk belief, red is the color for expelling demons and illness.
Daishō-in, Itsukushima (Miyajima), Japan.
One thousand stillborn thoughts / To cradle and hold / With my mother's hands / I'll place them on my chest and hope / For these empty winds to breathe (Cold Specks)
© Agrigento, Italien, 2024, Florian Fritsch
This was a scene this past Autumn behind the cemetery where my grandparents are buried. On their plot is also a tiny little stone over the grave of the stillborn little daughter they buried back in the 1920's.
Hase-dera Temple.
Il terreno del tempio ospita centinaia di piccole statue di Jizō, collocate dai genitori in lutto per aborti spontanei e bambibini nati morti.
Queste statue rimangono sul posto per circa un anno, prima di essere rimosse per far posto ad altre statue; si stima che circa 50.000 statue di Jizō siano state collocate a Hase-dera dalla seconda guerra mondiale.
Hase-dera Temple.
The temple grounds are home to hundreds of small statues of Jizō, placed by parents mourning miscarriages and stillborn babies.
These statues remain in place for about a year before being removed to make way for other statues; an estimated 50,000 statues of Jizō have been placed in Hase-dera since World War II.
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We didn't know this female moose was pregnant when she was photographed. She gave birth on May 31, 2019. Unfortunately, her calf was stillborn. It still had the protective cartilages under its hooves, which it normally looses as soon as it stands up. Better luck in 2020.
This is the stone for the children of G.T. and C.H.M. Simmons. The children are Addie (age 3yrs 7mos), George ( 7yrs 2mos), Lettie and Lottie (no dates or ages on the stone, which likely means stillborn or very early deaths).
Addie and George died in 1884 and 1882, respectively, but there is no other information on any of them.
I wasn't able to track down their parents, though I only had initials to go off of, and usually that's enough.
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'Fyra'
Camera: Chamonix 45F-2
Lens: Steinheil Rapid Antiplanet 6,5; 27cm
Film: Fomapan 100
Exposure: f/12; 1/2sec
Process: FA-1027; 1+14; 9min
Washington
Jun 2023
It seems weird to have favorite gravestones. But this is one of mine. Here are two children, but unnamed. One born on September 25, 1899. He died on October 4th. The other was born just over a year later on October 11, 1900. He died the same day.
The parents were Charles and Junia Yount. They were originally from Missouri.
It's very likely they had a child or two who died while still in Missouri. It is certain they had one upon arriving in Washington. Their first in Washington lived only a few weeks in 1899. It doesn't appear that they were able to name him. A year later, they had another son who was probably stillborn.
These are the two sons buried here.
There may have been another who was unaccounted for. Regardless, six years later, Junia gave birth to another son who was born and died on Sept 2, 1906. This child was buried in a different cemetery - likely one near where the Younts had moved. I photographed his stone last year before understanding that all three were brothers.
Finally, in 1908 they had Ward, the only child of six to survive. He died at age 86. His ashes were scattered over the Pacific Ocean.
Charles and Junia are interred in a mausoleum in Sumner, Washington.
Where the other two children are buried seems to be lost.
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'Bindan'
Camera: Chamonix 45F-2
Lens: Steinheil Rapid Antiplanet 6,5; 27cm
Film: Agfa CP-BU M X-Ray Film; 50iso
Exposure: f/16; 2sec
Process: HC-110; 1+90; 7min
Washington
May 2024
This new born lamb arrived this morning, still wobbly and damp but already bonding with mum who licked her attentively. I never tire of seeing this, special moments. Sadly I saw another ewe standing guard over her stillborn lamb, heartbreaking. I know its life, they can't all survive, but it made me sad :(
Un moderno tren Alvia de Renfe realizando un servicio Euromed a Alicante pasa a toda velocidad por el apartadero ferroviario de Agost.
La foto está tomada desde el inicio del trazado del inconcluso Ferrocarril a Alcoi hoy convertido en vía verde. Este olvidado lugar de la Provincia de Alicante guarda toda una historia...
Ferrocarril Alcoi-Agost; historias de despilfarros en la España del S.XX...
"A falta de colocar las vías con todo acabado..."
Alcoi, una de de las ciudades industriales más importantes de la Provincia de Alicante empezó a pedir un tren que la uniera con la capital de su Provincia y su puerto ya desde finales del S.XIX.
No fue hasta la Dictadura del General Primo de Rivera, al amparo del llamado “Plan Guadalhorce de Ferrocarriles” en el que los Alcoyanos empezaron a tener esperanza.
En el año 1926, se empezaron a construir las infraestructuras del Ferrocarril de vía ancha entre Alcoi y Agost. La nueva línea partiría de la estación del Ferrocarril a Valencia por Xàtiva existente en la ciudad desde 1893.
Con una longitud total ligeramente superior a los 66 Km, el nuevo Ferrocarril empalmaría en Agost con el Ferrocarril Madrid-Alicante de la antigua compañía M.Z.A. Para así poder llegar a la Capital Provincial sin desdoblar la línea.
Debido a la complicada orografía en la que se encuentra Alcoy se tuvieron que construir varios túneles y viaductos para que el tren pudiera llegar a la ciudad. Retrasándose la obra hasta el año 1932 cuando finalmente quedó ejecutada con todas sus infraestructuras, y a falta sólo del tendido de las vías y de la construcción de las estaciones intermedias entre Alcoi a Agost empalme (Ibi, Castalla, Tibi y Agost-Ciudad).
En 1936 con el inicio de la Guerra Civil las obras quedaron paralizadas. Una vez finalizado el triste conflicto las obras continuaron muy lentamente ya que el País se encontraba destrozado y había que reconstruir otros Ferrocarriles más importantes.
En los años 60 un informe del Banco Mundial con vistas a la concesión un importante crédito para el Estado Español consideró negativa la conclusión una serie de proyectos ferroviarios, básicamente los incluidos en el plan Guadalhorce, a los cuales no se les vio rentabilidad económica por la mayor facilidad y economía de los emergentes transportes por carretera. Estas razones determinaron la orden de paralización inmediata de las obras y de esta forma el Proyecto quedó abandonado sobre el terreno.
En 1984 el Ministerio de Obras Publicas desestimó definitivamente la reanudación de cualquier tipo de obra en esta vía y los Alcoyanos ya nunca podrían tener su ansiada conexión por ferrocarril a su Capital.
Para más desgracia, hace unos años, se utilizaron varios tramos del nonato Ferrocarril para la construcción de la nueva autovía A7. Cortando el viejo trazado por varios tramos.
En la actualidad, dos vías verdes invitan a recorrer esta majestuosa infraestructura en la que se puede apreciar impresionantes viaductos como el de las Siete Lunas o largos túneles...
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A modern Renfe Alvia train operating a Euromed service to Alicante speeds past the Agost railway siding.
The photo was taken from the beginning of the unfinished railway line to Alcoi, now a greenway. This forgotten spot in the province of Alicante holds a whole history...
Alcoi-Agost Railway: stories of waste in 20th-century Spain...
"Without laying the tracks completely finished..."
Alcoi, one of the most important industrial cities in the Province of Alicante, began demanding a train linking it with the provincial capital and its port as early as the late 19th century.
It wasn't until the dictatorship of General Primo de Rivera, under the so-called "Guadalhorce Railway Plan," that the people of Alcoy began to have hope.
In 1926, construction began on the infrastructure for the Iberian gauge railway between Alcoi and Agost. The new line would depart from the station of the Valencia via Xàtiva railway, which had existed in the city since 1893.
With a total length of slightly over 66 km, the new railway would connect in Agost with the Madrid-Alicante railway of the former M.Z.A. railway company (Madrid-Zaragoza and Alicante). This would allow the railway to reach the provincial capital without having to double the line.
Due to the difficult terrain of Alcoi, several tunnels and viaducts had to be built to allow the train to reach the city. The work was delayed until 1932 when it was finally completed with all its infrastructure, and only the laying of the tracks and the construction of the intermediate stations between Alcoi and Agost juction (Ibi, Castalla, Tibi and Agost-city) remained.
In 1936, with the outbreak of the Civil War, construction was halted. Once the sad conflict ended, work continued very slowly as the country was devastated and other major railways needed to be rebuilt.
In the 1960s, a World Bank report, considering the granting of a major loan to the Spanish State, considered the conclusion of a series of railway projects to be unprofitable, primarily those included in the Guadalhorce Plan, which were deemed unprofitable due to the greater ease and cost-effectiveness of emerging road transport. These reasons led to the immediate suspension of the works, and thus the project was abandoned.
In 1984, the Ministry of Public Works definitively rejected the resumption of any type of construction on this line, and the people of Alcoy would never again have their long-awaited rail connection to their capital.
To make matters worse, a few years ago, several sections of the stillborn railway were used for the construction of the new A7 highway, cutting across the old route in several sections.
Currently, two greenways invite you to explore this majestic infrastructure, where you can see impressive viaducts like the Seven Moons or long tunnels...
in a dream
i was a werewolf
my soul was filled
with crystal light
and
lavander ribbon
...
"The Adventures of Ghosthorse and Stillborn" -CocoRosie
and of Canterbury, England is patron saint of afflicked and stillborn children, the Edmundites, the Society of Saint Edmund, and of Abingdon, Oxfordshire, Brentwood, England; Roman Catholic Diocese of Portsmouth; St Edmund's College, Cambridge; St Edmund Hall, Oxford ; St Edmund’s College, Ware; and the City of Pontignano, Italy
It is the mind, which creates the world about us
And even though we stand side by side
My eyes will never see what is beheld by yours
My heart won't respond to your touch
Out of the caverns of the pain
Like a child from the womb, stillborn
Like a ghost from the tomb
I arise and rebuild it again
We don't see things as they are
We see them as we are
And all that we see or seem to be
Is but a dream within a dream
I see life blurred and shallow every day by day
In this world's theater in which I stay
There Death gently descends, from spheres up high
Staring into my cold and humid eyes
You're closing your eyes, try turning your head
Away from the gloom, trying to forget
But when I start to laugh, she mocks
And when I cry she laughs...
And hardens evermore her heart
But when I start to laugh, she mocks
And when I cry she laughs...
All things come to the those who wait
I say these words to make me glad
But something answers, soft and sad
They come... but often come too late
There Death gently descends, from spheres up high
Staring into my cold and humid eyes
You're closing your eyes, try turning your head
Away from the gloom, trying to forget
But something answers, soft and sad
They come... but often come too late
Cause I am sick of this way of life
As life is sick of the way we pretend
But I have walked with Death hand in hand
And Death's own hand is warmer than my own!
All things come to those who wait
I say these words to make me glad
But something answers, soft and sad
They come... but often come too late
Song: To Our Ashes
By: Agathodaimon
Album: Phoenix
Song 3 Day 3 of 30 Songs in 30 days
These hearts are made for a locally based organization Halos of the St Croix Valley. It provides support, both financial and emotional, for families who have lost a child from miscarriage thru age 20. It was created by a family after the stillborn birth of their 3rd child. They serve the state of Wisconsin and parts of Minnesota.
The request for hearts came from a local ER to have something tangible to hold for parents dealing with the sudden death of a child.
My heart aches with each and every post made telling of another family being supported. (Only first names and ages are given for obvious reasons)
Stay On These Roads
A-ha
The cold has a voice
It talks to me
Stillborn by choice
And it has no need to hold
Old man feels the cold
Oh baby don't
'Cause I've been told
Stay on these roads
We shall meet, I know
Stay on my love
We shall meet, I know
I know
Where joy should reign
These skies restrain
Shadows your love
The voice trails off again
Old man feels the cold
Oh baby don't
'Cause I've been told.
Was great to get over to the North Shore this morning and catch up with some friends that I haven’t seen in a long time.
It was dark and moody with a huge swell in the ocean.
This image is a two image composite. A Six minute exposure for the sky and water, and a 1/250 sec image for the swimmer ( Brave Man)
Hope you like “Stay On These Roads”
Cheers, Mike
When new condors are released, biologists will usually put out food (in this case a stillborn calf) to keep the new birds close by so they can be monitored for the first few days. The three new birds that were released three days prior to this were not in this shot, but they were close by. So the other wild birds often get a free meal too, in this case #791, #810, #846, #864 and #933 were the lucky ones. #933 is a noteworthy bird as he is the offspring of AC4 (#20) that was born in the wild in Santa Barbara County last year.
The object in the middle is Kitsch. And yet it is able to function as a bridge between the two others that are divided by millennia and culture (Philip II of Macedonia and a Japanese Jizo statue. Philip is the father of Alexander the Great who was venerated as a god; the Jizo figurine deals with stillborn babies).