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collage from several documents of the cargo manifest of flight mh17 malaysian airlines 17/7/2014
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collage aus frachtdokumenten von flug mh17 der malaysian airlines am 17.7.2014
Had to attend a meeting in Daventry today, on the way home I decided to visit a random church, I chose this one purely because I spotted it from across the fields. It has a strange collection of bits and bobs (worth a Google), the chancel was just boarded up! you could still get there, just via another door. There was an amazing oak effigy in there of Sir Thomas le Latymer. Met a lovely lady in there who was on flower duty. Amongst other things she told me a few Braybrooke facts, one was that the wooden effigy is a place of pilgrimage!! Then she told me how they used to do total submersion baptisms in the River Jordan (just outside the church) Then she went on to mention the tale that featured Braybrooke Castle (also just over the road) and a ghost called Isabelle!! I had a quick Google and found this:
In England during the fifteenth century (those were troubled times), there was a civil war in progress (The war of the Roses). After which, Edward IV needed and was grateful for any support which he could muster from the Barons. Such a person was John, Lord Seagrave and he stood tall in the King's favour. When Lord Seagrave passed through a town or a village he was cheered by the Yorkist followers and spurned by the Lancastrians.Burton and Barton were Yorkist places, this was because no one dare cross the powerful Lord Seagrave. The two villages Gave him a huge welcome on his return from the wars tributes of huge feasts and arches of white roses (the symbol of the Yorkists)to honour his triumph.
One man who did not take part in the war was Lord Latimer of Braybrook, for he stayed at his home which was the castle at Braybrook peacefully with his two children Isabel and Robert, his wife having died many years previously. Upon return from Cambridge for the vacation, Robert brought back a friend, Hugh Neville, and soon Hugh and Isabel were in love.
The Manor House at Burton was owned by Lord Latimer,and, whilst he was staying there with friends, Lord Seagraves entourage passed through Burton from London. With the Manor House facing the road along which the entourage was to pass, the lovers, Hugh and Isabel Stood under the white rose decorated porch, the beautiful Isabel stood amidst the decoration with an expectant look on her face.
The cheering grew ever louder as Lord Seagrave passed by the Manor House. Looking toward the group on the porch,he raised his hat.Isabel blushed because she know that John Seagrave was staring at her.The image of Isabel on the porch in all her beauty did not leave John Seagrave's mind that day and he could not forget her, this made him morose because he knew only too well that there would be a great deal of difficulty in arranging a union between himself and the beautiful Isabel.
Throwing caution to the wind, the following day he sent forth Sir Henry Clopton with a message for Lord Latimer. The message was an invitation to Lord Latimer to dine at Barton Castle. Should he accept, he would pehaps discuss the subject of a marriage between himself and Isabel. Lord Latimer gave his answer in no uncertain terms...He
would never accept the hospitality of Seagrave!
Lord Seagrave was seathing with anger upon hearing the response to his invitation and he was determined to gain his revenge upon Lord Latimer for such an insult. Lord Latimer himself became fearful of Isabel's kidnap as rumours spread of Lord Seagrave's great anger, and as a precaution, he returned to the castle at Braybrook and made sure that Isabel was accompanied every inch of the way.
Barton Seagrave had a huge, strong fortress surrounded by a deep moat and the surrounding countryside was wild and woody, a far cry from the Barton Seagrave of today. Due to his standing as a favorite of the King, The owner of the castle was in effect a law unto himself. A few weeks passed with no movement nor provocation on the part of Lord Seagrave and thus Latimer relaxed enough to perhaps brush aside all the speculation, perhaps he was being too cautious, perhaps he should afterall return to Burton Manor...upon consideration, he did.
Upon Latimer and Isabel's return, they settled back into Burton Manor, unfortunately, upon retiring to bed that first night, he heard screams coming from Isabel's bedroom...rushing to Isabel's quarters Hugh Neville found only an open window revealing the devastating scene of Isabel herself being kidnapped by a man on horseback.
Neville abandoned any caution he had and mounted his horse and persued them into the night. There was a storm that night and the rain was fierce and accompanied by the loud clapping of thunder...on and on he rode never quite catching them, he would only catch glimpses of them in the distance, until both Isabel and the unknown horseman dissapeared over the drawbridge and into the fortress at Barton Seagrave. Neville continued undaunted perhaps onward until he was brought from his horse by an arrow which was fired from one of the turrets striking him in the arm. He was rescued and brought back to Burton by the sad Lord Latimer and his son Robert.
The only person at that time with whom it should be said had any power over Seagrave
was that of the King, and Latimer spared no time in petitioning the King for the restoration of his precious daughter Isabel, but Seagrave was able to influence the King in such a way as to steer the King into not complying with Latimer's wishes. Latimer, failing this even resorted to trying to persuade neighbours into helping him in his plight,
but no one dared cross the powerful Lord Seagrave, this left poor Isabel at the mercy of
her captor.
During her captivity, Isabel was only fed bread and water and her health soon began to falter, luckily for her, the warder in charge of her was endowed with a little compassion and gave her a little extra food and somehow was able to allow her to communicate with her family, for he could not bear to see her in such a sorry state. After time, the warder realised that there was little or no hope for Isabel for he knew that there would be no chance for release for her and she could not survive living in such an awful place...his compassion for her grew such that he decided to help her escape the clutches of Lord Seagrave.
Choosing the right time, he waited for one particular night when Lord Seagrave had gone to the village of Pychley, the warder took hold of poor Isabel and carried her to the
drawbridge of the fortress and into the arms of Hugh Neville and her brother Robert.
after a joyful reunion they quickly whisked Isabelle onto the back of Robert's horse and
they rode with great haste toward the direction of Braybrook Castle hoping to use the
track leading through Kettering which crossed the river Ise. Upon approaching the ford at a place which now houses the A6 road which allows traffic to pass between Kettering
and Burton Latimer the waters being swollen after many days of torrential rain they
forged onward and urged their horses through the river.
Coming upon them rapidly was the dreaded figure of Lord Seagrave, they tried in vain to not be recognised, but to no avail...and Lord Seagrave met them half way across the ford. Lord Seagrave let loose his sword and with a fearsome blow slashed at Robert and killed him instantly. Hugh would not lose Isabel again...he would fight...the two men prepared to fight each other.
Isabel was so weak due to her captivity and was terrified...and in her panicked state fell from her horse into the swollen waters and was drowned before her beloved Hugh could save her. In desperation, Hugh began slashing at Lord Seagrave's horse and managed to dismount him, but Seagrave struck at Hugh and for a long time they fought in the mist and the darkness in the middle of the river. Hugh was still in a weakened state as his arm had not healed from the arrow which struck him from Seagrave's stronghold, Seagrave struck and slashed Neville's leg which sent him down into the waters where Seagrave ran him through with his sword...leaving his body to the mercy of the unforgiving waters which now enveloped and engulfed his lifeless form.
Enraged, Seagrave sped back to the castle, found the warden who had helped Isabel escape and had him hung, his body displayed upon the battlements and three other conspirers were buried within the walls of the castle, but Seagrave feared that Latimer might inform the King of his misdoings and have him punished, but alas, poor Lord Latimer, upon hearing of the events which had transpired died of a broken heart...
So The Legend Goes...
For three nights John Seagrave could not sleep, when at last he did, he was awoken to the sound of clashing helmets, the ghostly apparitions of Hugh and Robert stood pointing accusing fingers at him...then upon their vanishing, a hand was said to clasp a burning sword was thrust through the wall of his chamber, the light from this burning sword shed flickering light upon his ceiling illuminating the spectral head of the warder...The severed head let out a terrifying scream and dropped to the floor...
The sword Vanished and all was silence...
Still shaking, Seagrave then saw the ghostly figure of the beautiful Isabel who uttered the words " Oh Seagrave be warned, I shall appear before you at the ford, where I fell and drowned, If thou cross at night beware that death is approaching. When thou art dead I shall return to the ford every fortieth year, for the space of three hundred years. I shall come till thy castle is destroyed and grass covers thy halls. I come as a warning to repent thee of thy evil ways..." So saying, the apparition of Isabel dissapeared.
For some time, the rememberence of that grizzly night kept John Seagrave in check, but on one fated night upon returning from a caroose at Rockingham he approached Kettering. Upon crossing the river he remembered Isabel's curse. Surely enough, Isabel appeared, her shadowed ghostly figure spoke to Seagrave, uttering the words "Seagrave take heed" So shocked was John Seagrave from this point that he gave one half of his property to his son and the other to the church, then from that point he went into reclusion within a monastery.
Grass now grows where once stood the halls of Seagrave Castle and the three hundred year curse passed in 1771...
...Isabel walks the ford no more...
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The hammerhead flatworm (Bipalium sp.) is one of only a very few terrestrial invertebrates known to produce the neurotoxin tetrodotoxin
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Hammerhead Flatworm – 2020SEP25 – Charlotte, NC
Going out for my annual ringless honey mushroom harvest (cf. my albums 2018AUG23 & 2018AUG22), I saw something else.
Something definitely toxic, terrestrial, and considered terrifying...
...A hammerhead flatworm native to tropical and subtropical regions but that has become invasive worldwide.
Picking the mushroom cap with the hammerhead worm, I went inside to get my cell phone camera, which I could hold using one hand to capture images, keeping an eye on the other hand with the wriggly worm slithering over the mushroom cap
...and then I learned this about it after I went and put it back!
Hope you enjoy the 34% of 49 captures I took this drizzly day!
I don't normally make a collage of photos, but I thought this was more funny than uploading the individuals. The Mad Hatter was terrified of Dormouse.
oblama dictator in fact junta released a photo today that should TERRIFY YOU [...he shall scatter them among the prey, spoil & riches...he shall forecast his devices against the strong holds...'] www.newswatch.us/obamas-white-house-released-photo-terrify
This clown will come after you if you don't give him all your pennies. Seriously.
Spotted at the 2008 Fireman's Auction in New Wilmington, PA.
Detail of a panel from the Apocalypse sequence that fills the larger part of the great east window of York Minster, photographed ex-situ following restoration.
The east window at York is one of wonders of gothic art and the largest medieval window in existance. It's original glazing, comprising 119 narrative scenes from the Old Testament and the Apocalypse, is as good as complete. It was created by the workshop of John Thornton of Coventry in 1405-8 (at a cost of around £56!).
Though the Minster's original glazing is unusually well preserved (by English standards) there has been considerably loss of clarity through the centuries of repair and patching which have resulted in heavier leadwork, intruded pieces of infill and extra leads (often across faces) where breakages have occured, often reducing the image to a confusing mosaic patchwork, difficult to decipher from ground level.
The latest restoration by the York Glazier's Trust aims to restore some of this lost legibility using modern conservation techniques and research by sensitive releading of each panel,and removing disfiguring insertions to give back some of the clarity and brilliance it's original form possessed in order to be read from a distance (a similar process has just been completed on the nearby St William window (also by Thornton) where comparison between pre and post restoration photos show what an enormous success the project has been).
Storing the World's largest medieval window has prooved a challenge, at first all 119 panels (with almost as many tracery pieces) where stored in crates in the Minster's stoneyard, until late 2009 when fire broke out in the rooms above, necessitating the evacuation of the massive window and rescuing it from what could have been the biggest loss to our national heritage since the Civil War! Happily all was saved from danger and is now stored within the Minster for the remainder of the project.
A few panels have been temporarily displayed at ground level in the cathedral allowing close-up detailed views of images normally only visible with the aid of binoculars
Of quite a few things.
Being abandoned, growing up, leaving home, making decisions, being disliked.
And as you can probably tell... the dark. :P
This is about my millionth photo featuring my designated self-portrait wall in my room. I need to branch out to some different colours. :)
Promo EP for upcoming album "...are terryfied!"
Released: 2010
Design: la_reine
Foto: Christopher Noellert
tell me a secret.
any secret that you have.
i'll tell you one of mine.
im terrified of strangers. yes, its true. not because my parents always told me not to get into their cars for candy as a child, but because i don't trust people. ive been hurt far too many times to ever fully and completely trust one person. i used to trust one person, and i thought that this person was the greatest human to ever talk to me because this person understood me. this person knew my every waking thought and could finish my sentences. this person entrusted their life into my hands - and i returned the favor. i told this person so much about me, and i knew so much about them. we were pals. companions. buddies. we talked everyday. all day, everyday. we spent countless hours together. we laughed and cried together. this person and i were best friends.
until that person hurt me more deeply than i could have ever imagined possible. that person had such a tight grip on my heart, that the only thing necessary was to tug. that person pulled my heart right out of me. bruised it. broke it. my heart was in a thousand pieces and i still haven't collected them all to glue back together - and i honestly don't think that i ever will.
there will forever be a gaping hold in my heart from when that person decided to tear me apart. ive never completely forgiven that person, and i don't know if i could if i tried with all of my being.
and now i live with the emotional scars every day, from when that person ruthlessly attacked me. that person attacked me with words. truthful words - for the first time. previously, all that i knew had been a lie. an ugly and vicious lie. the relationship. the laughter. the tears. and the trust. all of it was fake and phoney.
and so. ive never trusted again.
and im scared to open myself to new people.
so i guess this means, im not just scared of strangers..
i'm scared of people. and the words they say.
+1 in comments : its irrelevant.
btw sorry that ive had some depressing days lately.. just going through a phase.
The World’s Only Aerobatic Formation Wingwalking Team
Since 1984, UK based, AeroSuperBatics Ltd have been operators of famous airshow teams including the Crunchie Flying Circus, The Utterly Butterly’s, Guinot Wingwalkers and the Breitling Wingwalkers. With breath-taking performances showing throughout Europe, Middle East, China, Japan, India, Australia and the Philippines.
We are Guinness World Record holders and have featured in numerous TV shows wingwalking with world renowned athletes and celebrities.
Our unique and exhilarating public wingwalking experiences, corporate and charity events take place from the home of the AeroSuperBatics Wingwalkers’, in Cirencester, Gloucestershire.
History of Wingwalking
Simply getting airborne at the start of the 20th century was an achievement, but getting back down to earth without ending up in a pile of broken wood and linen was an even greater one. Plenty of intrepid aviators met their end in homemade machines that managed one take off and no successful landings. Spectators in their thousands would turn up at the early airfields to watch young aviation pioneers pushing the limits of their flying machines.
Then came the Great War and with it galloping strides in aircraft development and flying skills. By the end of the war aircraft could fly higher and faster, were more reliable and their pilots more skilled. When the war was over there were hundreds of aeroplanes lying around that were no longer needed and that could be snapped up for peanuts by young daredevils who had caught the flying bug and weren’t very keen on spending the rest of their days working in an office. And so the flying circus was invented.
Airshows were staged at which members of the public could take joyrides for a few shillings or dollars. There were displays of terrifying loops and rolls and tricks like flying upside down. Naturally, the more outrageous and dangerous the stunt, the more the crowd en
joyed it, so if a young pilot wanted to make a living out of flying he had to come up with something a bit different Something that pushed the edges of the envelope a little further out.
In 1918 an American flier called Ormer Locklear came up with a stunt that was guaranteed to wow the crowds:he would climb out of the aeroplane and walk along the wing and even climb from one aeroplane onto to another. Apparently Locklear first clambered out of the cockpit to fix a technical problem while training during the war.
A normal person would have landed and then sorted out the problem. Pretty soon you couldn’t operate a flying circus that didn’t have a wing walking act and Locklear was soon joined by numerous other daredevils including the wonderfully named Ethal Dare, the world’s first female wing walk who like Locklear would walk from plane to plane.
Not surprisingly there were a few mishaps. Ormer himself came a cropper while working on a film. These wing walk pioneers were operating without a safety net: no parachutes, no safety wires tethering them to the aircraft. A slip of the foot and it was the high dive for our brave showman or showgirl. In 1938 the authorities in America decided that parachutes had to be worn though by that time war was on its way and the show was about to close anyway.
lying changed after the war. There were new goals like breaking the sound barrier, space exploration and the development of quiet, fast and comfortable airliners so that we could all go on foreign holidays relatively cheaply. In other words we’d got used to flying and some of the magic had gone out of it. There were still airshows with amazing displays of flying skills and some truly incredible modern jet fighter aircraft shattering greenhouse windows on high-speed fly pasts. But a little bit of the between-the-wars glamour had gone out of it.
But those barnstorming days of the ’20s and 30s and the characters who manned the flying circuses hadn’t been forgotten by those with a deep love of flying and a passion for its history. A few wing walking teams operated in America in the 1970s but it wasn’t until frustrated barnstormer Vic Norman founded his famous AeroSuperBatics wing walking team in the early 1980s that the sight of dare devils handstanding and flying upside down on the wing was seen in Europe.
Yes, the wing walkers are safely tethered to their Boeing Stearman biplanes, but the glamour, spectacle, sounds and atmosphere is just the same as it was when young and brave Ormer Locklear went for a dramatic 10ft stroll along the wing of his warplane in 1918.