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Belton House is a Grade I listed country house in Belton near Grantham, Lincolnshire, England. The mansion is surrounded by formal gardens and a series of avenues leading to follies within a larger wooded park. Belton has been described as a compilation of all that is finest of Carolean architecture, the only truly vernacular style of architecture that England had produced since the Tudor period. The house has also been described as the most complete example of a typical English country house; the claim has even been made that Belton's principal facade was the inspiration for the modern British motorway signs which give directions to stately homes. Only Brympton d'Evercy has been similarly lauded as the perfect English country house. For three hundred years, Belton House was the seat of the Brownlow and Cust family, who had first acquired land in the area in the late 16th century. Between 1685 and 1688 Sir John Brownlow and his wife had the present mansion built. Despite great wealth they chose to build a modest country house rather than a grand contemporary Baroque palace. The contemporary, if provincial, Carolean style was the selected choice of design. However, the new house was fitted with the latest innovations such as sash windows for the principal rooms, and more importantly completely separate areas for the staff. As the Brownlows rose from baronets to barons upward to earls and then once again became barons, successive generations made changes to the interior of the house which reflected their changing social position and tastes, yet the fabric and design of the house changed little. Following World War I (a period when the Machine Gun Corps was based in the park), the Brownlows, like many of their peers, were faced with mounting financial problems. In 1984 they gave the house away—complete with most of its contents. The recipients of their gift, the National Trust, today fully open Belton to the public. It is in a good state of repair and visited by many thousands of tourists each year The Brownlow family, a dynasty of lawyers, began accumulating land in the Belton area from approximately 1598. In 1609 they acquired the reversion of the manor of Belton itself from the Pakenham family, who finally sold the manor house to Sir John Brownlow I in 1619. The old house was situated near the church in the garden of the present house and remained largely unoccupied, since the family preferred their other houses elsewhere. John Brownlow had married an heiress but was childless. He became attached to two of his more distant blood relations: a great-nephew, also called John Brownlow, and a great-niece, Alice Sherard. The two cousins married each other in 1676 when both were aged 16; three years later, the couple inherited the Brownlow estates from their great-uncle together with an income of £9,000 per annum (about £ 1.17 million in present day terms) and £20,000 in cash (equivalent to about £ 2.59 million now). They immediately bought a town house in the newly fashionable Southampton Square in Bloomsbury, and decided to build a new country house at Belton. Work on the new house began in 1685. The architect thought to have been responsible for the initial design is William Winde, although the house has also been attributed to Sir Christopher Wren, while others believe the design to be so similar to Roger Pratt's Clarendon House, London, that it could have been the work of any talented draughtsman. The assumption popular today, that Winde was the architect, is based on the stylistic similarity between Belton and Coombe Abbey, which was remodelled by Winde between 1682 and 1685. Further evidence is a letter dated 1690, in which Winde recommends a plasterer who worked at Belton to another of his patrons. Whoever the architect, Belton follows closely the design of Clarendon House, completed in 1667. This great London town house (demolished circa 1683) has been one of the most admired buildings of its era due to "its elegant symmetry and confident and common-sensical design". Sir John Summerson described Clarendon House as "the most influential house of its time among those who aimed at the grand manner" and Belton as "much the finest surviving example of its class". John and Alice Brownlow assembled one of the finest teams of craftsmen available at the time to work on the project. This dream team was headed by the master mason William Stanton who oversaw the project. His second in command, John Thompson, had worked with Sir Christopher Wren on several of the latter's London churches, while the chief joiner John Sturges had worked at Chatsworth under William Talman. The wrought-ironworker John Warren worked under Stanton at Denham Place, Buckinghamshire, and the fine wrought iron gates and overthrow at Belton may be his. Thus so competent were the builders of Belton that Winde may have done little more than provide the original plans and drawings, leaving the interpretation to the on-site craftsmen. This theory is further demonstrated by the external appearance of the adjoining stable block. More provincial, and less masterful in proportion, it is known to have been entirely the work of Stanton.
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My bestfriend (the one in this picture) gave birth to a cutie baby boy.. and I have a new puppy on my own.. basically full of love for the last few weeks on my end.. and busy scooping poops and wiping pees 😄.. i hope everyone is safe and healthy.. i cant promise to catch up here but i will try..
on Black: Ode to autumn
Ode To Autumn
Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,
Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;
Conspiring with him how to load and bless
With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eaves run;
To bend with apples the mossed cottage-trees,
And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;
To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells
With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,
And still more, later flowers for the bees,
Until they think warm days will never cease,
For Summer has o'er-brimmed their clammy cell.
Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store?
Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find
Thee sitting careless on a granary floor,
Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind;
Or on a half-reaped furrow sound asleep,
Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook
Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers;
And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep
Steady thy laden head across a brook;
Or by a cider-press, with patient look,
Thou watchest the last oozings, hours by hours.
Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they?
Think not of them, thou hast thy music too,---
While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day,
And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue;
Then in a wailful choir, the small gnats mourn
Among the river sallows, borne aloft
Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies;
And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn;
Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft
The redbreast whistles from a garden-croft,
And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.
John Keats
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"Death is just another path, one that we all must take. The grey rain-curtain of this world rolls back, and all turns to silver glass, and then you see it... White shores, and beyond, a far green country under a swift sunrise." - Gandalf
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[This was shot with the aid of my dear friend Laura's boyfriend, Aaron, wayyyy up in the hills at the top of a hike in New Zealand, on the north island. There were sheep and cows everywhere, and wind farms on the horizon. Beyond where the sun was dipping down and grazing the water, the south island could be seen, shrouded in cloud and the swift approaching evening dark. Witnessing this fantastic sight, it was easy to imagine elvish ships sailing off toward Valinor, never to be seen again.
We were on our way down when I glanced over and saw the light's brilliance on the water. I fumbled over in much less a graceful manner than this photo would make it appear, frightening off lambs and sheep in my clumsy wake. Just earlier, we'd spent a good few hours walking around and observing the lambs at play and the absolutely breathtaking view.]
"Hyacinthus is a small genus of bulbous, fragrant flowering plants in the family Asparagaceae, subfamily Scilloideae. These are commonly called hyacinths. The genus is native to the eastern Mediterranean." - Wikipedia
Thanks for visiting, stay healthy and hopeful.
This was the site of the Krazy Kottag Kamp, a collection of rental cabins, cafe and Phillips 66 service station built in 1937 and destroyed by fire in 1947...rebuilt in 1948 as Tommy's Cafe with a Phillips 66 service station using the control tower from nearby Dalhart Army Air Field that had closed in 1945 after the end of WWII...originally a separate vestibule was built but that was changed in the 70's to include the bent door...later in the 70's it was forced to close with the opening of Interstate 40 and is in the process of being restored...
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The tripod is unusable in most observation decks of Tokyo. I heard that here was an exception, but I was blamed here by a guard when photography preparations were set.
Unfortunately I was not able to watch a moment of the launching.
On January 16, 2014 in Civic Center building, Bunkyo ward.
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東京のほとんどの展望台で三脚は使用不可です。 ここは例外だと聞いていましたが、撮影準備が整った頃に警備員にとがめられました。
残念ながらぼくは打ち上げの瞬間を見ることが出来ませんでした。
2014年1月16日、文京区シビックセンタービルにて。
April 09, 2016
Attitudinize:
[at-i-tood-n-ahyz, -tyood-]
verb (used without object)
1. to assume attitudes; pose for effect.
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On my way to pick up Mom today, I decided to detour and stop to fill some of the feeders at Mer Bleue and get a few shots in while I was there.
I didn't have to venture to far, after filling the feeders closest to the parking lot, this gorgeous downy flew in for a snack and decided to stash her treats in a hold in the fence post, perfectly posing for a photo when she heard another Downy call.
Some days things just line up perfectly, and today was one of those days for me and bird photography. I'd wanted a quick shot, but didn't expect it to be as pretty as this one turned out to be, so thank you Downy, I hope you enjoyed that peanut!
Hope everyone has had a good day.
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We've had a tease of spring over recent weeks but the last two days have brought us full force back into winter with cold temperatures, snow, and a fierce wind - the kind that blows right through your heavy coat to the bone. Consequently, I haven't had a chance to get my camera out and have to resort to searching through my archives. This image was taken on top of Kemble Mountain after an equally cold snowy day a couple of years ago.
Edited book cover, Keanu Reeves' Guide to Kindness.
I repainted his head as the original looked more like a young version of veteran singer Cat Stevens aka Yusuf Islam.
Sydney
Now that I'm all on my own
I saw you just the other day
My, how you have grown
Cast my memory back there, Lord
Sometimes I'm overcome thinking 'bout it
Making love in the green grass
Behind the stadium with you
My brown-eyed girl
You, my brown-eyed girl
A short while ago, I had the great pleasure of meeting with Pei for some photos, coffee and lunch. Going in, I was greatly looking forward to the shoot and coming out, I know I was right to be. She's a great person, not just a great model.
Echo did the makeup, which is always a good thing.
Lyrics: Brown Eyed Girl by Van a Morrison
Smuggling is understood to have prospered since Polperro developed as a port in the 12th century.[12] It reached its zenith in the late 18th century when Britain's wars with America and France precipated the high taxation of many imported goods, making it worthwhile for the local fishermen to boost their income by the covert importation of spirits, tobacco and other goods from Guernsey. Much of the success of the smuggling trade through Polperro is ascribed to the influence of Zephaniah Job (1749–1822), a local merchant who became known as "The Smuggler's Banker". A more organised Coast Guard service was introduced in the 19th century along with stiff penalties, and led to much less smuggling. Part of the South West Coast Path was originally used by Revenue Officers as they patrolled the coast in search of smugglers. Whilst the Coast Path is maintained by the National Trust, the foreshore belongs to the Duchy of Cornwall.
A brush of brighter light strikes to each side of a sharper ridge and highlights the delicate curving lines and textures of Rattlesnake Slot Canyon, near Page, Arizona.
I really enjoy taking detail and texture shots when I'm out with the camera, though I don't often end up posting those images for some reason. In these wonderful red sandstone slot canyons of the American southwest, interesting details and plays of light are everywhere among the sinuous striations exposed in the narrow canyon walls. Sky Matthews and I were lucky the morning I took this shot to be one of only a half dozen or so people in the whole of Rattlesnake Canyon, so we had plenty of time to really look around and focus on whatever features caught our interest--a rare experience for me compared to my visits to some of the other, much more well-known, and crowded, slot canyons near Page.
Rattlesnake Canyon gets quite narrow in places, much more so than in the public sections of the nearby Antelope Slot Canyons, and it also has all these cool little dimples and bumps in the walls in many places (a few small bumps are visible in this image). I'm not completely sure, but I believe those bumps are concretions of iron oxide that, once the sandstone around them fully erodes away and the little part-iron spheres fall free, are known as "Moqui marbles", which you often see scattered anomalously on the desert slickrock throughout the southwest.
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This from Kansas, USA, evening of 25May2016. There were tornadoes in the area west of this photo. No reported damage to my knowledge. I only saw to cloud-to-ground strikes in about an hour. Most were cloud-to-cloud.
If you get to spend a bit of time in the high altitude Himalayas you soon start to appreciate the old Nepalese pilots adage that “we don't fly when there are clouds, because the clouds have rocks in them”. Peaking though the clouds here is the incredible spire of Ama Dablam at 6,812 metres (22,349 ft). Ama Dablam translates to "Mother's necklace" as the long ridges on each side are said to resemble the arms of a mother (ama) protecting her child, and the hanging glacier thought of as the dablam, the traditional double-pendant containing pictures of the gods, worn by Sherpa women. Shot on Fuji Velvia slide film. Nepalese Himalaya, Nepal
Love Life, Love Photography
To Reflect
--I have a close friend who just spent his last Christmas with his parents, as each are are being taken from him. One to cancer, the other to Alzheimer's Disease. (my heart goes out to you. i'm sorry...so very sorry. I'll be your friend through and through)
--I have three grateful children for what they received over the holidays. I can't always give them what they want. (for that I'm so thankful and it pleases me to see them not act selfish.)
--I have a brother who chooses not to be in my life or a part of it. He puts no effort into me, my family or others. He's selfish and self centered. (after years of doing all the work myself...I'm finished. for now I have no brother.)
--I've learned that liars are the biggest cowards. (you'll get eaten alive. people read though you. eventually the truth comes out.)
--I have Flickr friends all over the world who are strangers, yet so good to me. I get tastes of them each day on this website and have even met very special ones in person. (for that I'm glad to know you and am thankful you are in my life. thank you for being so giving)
--I have a friend and his birthday is tomorrow. He has had a tough time this year. (happy birthday. you'll be ok. lean on your friends. they will help you through. here's to a better year to come)
--I have been in contact on my FB account with another student that I taught 20 years ago in my first teaching job ever. He's graduating from law school and is married. He thanked me today for what I have done and being a key person in his life to where he is today. He thanked me for going to his HS graduation in '02. (rafael...I'm so very proud of you. the beautiful child you were has turned into a beautiful man. so has jonathan, cassy, lauren and joey)
--I'm in a much better place than I have been in for quite a while with my depression. I have not had any big dips in quite some time. For that I'm thankful and I try very hard to stay in the ok. (I wish like hell i never had or had to fight depression. the black days that steal my heart and soul and rip though me. where i don't know why I'm here in life. it's not something i can control. it just happens. i'd be glad for it to leave me for good and never touch me again. depression sucks.)
--I struggle with things here at home. My work...well being...future. (i wish I could have peace of mind in it all. i have always been at the top of my game in my career. i have never been so insecure with my well being and did try make the changes to make better. this new job is not making things any easier, that's for sure. my thoughts of my future leaves me scared and sad and i pray for something that will be nice.)
--Sometimes I wish someone could take this weight off my shoulders at times. (life sure does get heavy)
--I have goals to set. (triathlons)
--I am thankful that I have such a good relationship with my ex-husband and his wife. They both are such good people and I could not raise these kids without us all being a team. (thank you J & A. I'm so glad that we all are friends. our children see us as a strong unit and are not divided between parents. J...we did ok and our kids are ok and i'm glad our history is written with so much good, even with a divorce)
--2009. Here's to a good one everyone and that you have a wonderful year ahead of you. I wish you all peace and happiness in your lives. I wish you all fulfillment from your family and friends and things that you do that make a difference. (I hope for a better new year myself. i have to keep seeing that the direction i go is for something positive.)
My reflections...
Explore December 28, 2008 #388
One perfect morning I was all alone
Listening to the blaze of summer
Drifting
I was falling
I was floating in a golden haze
Breathing in the sky blue sounds
Of memories of other days
And in my dreams I was a child
Flowers in my mouth and in my eyes
And I was floating through the colours of a sky
Up to the stars and angels
Up up up to heaven
Up up up forever
~The Cure
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Everyone wants to be happy. But what hardly anyone knows is that the path to happiness is increasing our tranquillity.
Stay calm. Relax and enjoy life.
The following are so important for us to have a happy life:
* tranquillity
* truthful
* relaxation
* calm
* contentment
* feeling at ease
* inner peace
* serenity
And of course, don't forget to smile. Life is beautiful and that should make you happy.
You may also view CHARMED, my other picture for today.
Europe, Portugal, Algarve, Sotovento, Tavira, Quinta, Ruined farm house (uncut)
Like I wrote a few days ago about our new neighbour's biological farm, owner Isabel rented the quinta with all its buildings from the Ministery of Agriculture who used the quinta as a test breeding (plantveredeling) site. Most of the buildings weren't used by the minstery. And this was a destructive test in abandonment. Isabel renovated the buildings that she needed, rented out others and left some others to perhaps redevelop them as her biological business expands. like the one on display here. And because decay can be so strikingly beautiful.
This is number 152 of the Sotavento album here. And number 87 of the Tavira album here.
To get to this beach, you have to go through a 300-foot tunnel that was blasted back in the 1920s when Oceanside was a resort town. The tunnel is found at the base of the cliff just north of town.
To Autum
O Autumn, laden with fruit, and stain'd
With the blood of the grape, pass not, but sit
Beneath my shady roof; there thou may'st rest,
And tune thy jolly voice to my fresh pipe,
And all the daughters of the year shall dance!
Sing now the lusty song of fruits and flowers.
"The narrow bud opens her beauties to
The sun, and love runs in her thrilling veins;
Blossoms hang round the brows of Morning,
and Flourish down the bright cheek of modest Eve,
Till clust'ring Summer breaks forth into singing,
And feather'd clouds strew flowers round her head.
"The spirits of the air live in the smells Of fruit;
and Joy, with pinions light, roves round
The gardens, or sits singing in the trees."
Thus sang the jolly Autumn as he sat,
Then rose, girded himself, and o'er the bleak
Hills fled from our sight; but left his golden load.
William Blake
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Near to home a track where we often walk our dog, it`s peaceful and we rarely meet anyone else. On this morning it had been -5 overnight with a clear sky so there was a nice coating of frost everywhere, the ground was like concrete unlike this morning when it is back to being a bog.
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To kick off the holiday season Nivaro has a range of discounts on various of our skins. Discounted top quality man-flesh on offer to put a smile on your face waltzing into December.
Tp down to Nivaro here -
A rainy day in Tuscany. A woman with umbrella walks along an alleyway in the old town. Impressionist street photography in black and white
Tourist at Matabungkay Beach Resort in the Philippines. From the room to the Reception Area where itineraries to the attractions in Batangas could be arranged. Happy to have visited Batangas so often.
Strobist: AB1600 with gridded 60X30 softbox camera right Reflector camera left. Triggered by Cybersync.
This is kind of a mixture between venice and a fantasy scyscraper city. This build was really large, I think it was almost 1,5 meter in height. I added that really large base that you can not see in this picture completly.
I couldn't use paper as the model is way to large. Way to large. It's even larger.
So I tried cutting the background. But it looked weired that way floating in the air. So I added clouds.
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Thanks to my friend Jacinto Policarpo for the company... and to my friend Manel Monteiro that although we have not photographed together, the challenge came from him!! Thanks buddy's
THANKS so much for all your comments and support!! I appreciate it !!
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Camera: Canon EOS 5D
Lens: Canon EF16-35mm L 2.8
Focal Length: 16mm
Shutter Speed: 85 sec
Aperture: f/16
ISO: 100
Tripod:
Walimex FT-6694AT Professional Tripod
Tripod Head:
Walimex Professional Panhead FT-6665H
Filters:
Lee Graduated Neutral Density 0.6 Hard
Heliopan Polarizer 105m
A visit to the West Gardens - always a treat to be in this beautiful place. These gardens were willed to the Manitowoc community by Ruth West. Her Gardens were her passion ...her legacy to proivde this space to be FREE for all to love and enjoy as she did .
Flying to Berlin on Monday morning.This could well be my last upload for some time to come.
Thank you so much for your support and encouragement.
Please take good care of yourselves and i'll see you guys when i get back.
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I'm going to go ahead and repeat what I said about my last photo on Facebook-
I've heard a lot of people say that sunsets are overrated, especially photographs of sunsets. Try as I might, I still can't understand why.
Coming from someone who chased the sun daily for over a year, I still consider myself blessed when I can escape, even for a minute, to watch it disappear on the horizon. Not all sunsets are created equally, but each tell their own story.
Photographs don't always need a planned concept or special effects to be beautiful- sometimes we're just lucky enough to be in the right place at the right time to tell the story that's already there.
You lived another day and will wake up tomorrow with a new beginning. What message could be more beautiful than that?