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There are moments, and then there are moments.
Heather Best is a patient of ours, a friend, and a soldier. She has 2 daughters. About 2 years ago as she was finishing up with her braces, we were all understandably saddened when we found out she was called to serve a year in Iraq. What did that mean, how safe would she be, what would happen to her daughters? As anyone who has seen a loved one leave for the unknown to represent our country on foreign soil, we were all proud, sad, and scared.
Heather returned from service the following year. Although her tour was difficult, she never showed it. In the course of events, our office offered her a small, thanking gesture on her behalf. We so often hear the phrase "Support our troops", but how often does one really get the chance to. It was the least we could do, and compared to what she sacrificed for us, relatively insignificant.
Today, we put braces on her youngest daughter. When they came in, we were met by Heather, her husband (and fellow soldier), and Colonel Michael A. Stone from Joint Operations and Training in Lansing, and the officer who took Heather to Iraq.
Col. Stone gathered the staff around to present us with a special gift for our small effort in helping to make one soldier's life a little easier: an American flag that was flown in Iraq, in Al-faw, at Saddam's palace and the present headquarters of General Petraeus, where Heather had served.
Let me tell you, it was a lesson in humility to be thanked by the very people who we cannot thank enough. All I could think to say was to tell Col. Stone he had gotten it backwards: we should be thanking them! While we were enjoying the benefits of a blessed life, they were risking their lives in a foreign,hostile world far from home and family. The event was a wonderful, moving moment. Not a dry eye in the house!
We will cherish this flag as a memory of how giving our military can be. Thank you so much Heather, for a wonderful moment, a wonderful memory, and for our wonderful life here in America.
Jools left for work, and I had some toast and another coffee, then got ready for work.
Work was the same, a two hour department meeting in which we discuss progress, and there was actual progress.
Which is nice.
I had two hours before my afternoon of more meetings, so wth a migraine building, I went for a walk.
I was intending to mainly look for wild flowers, but the walk would certainly do me good. I felt boots were no longer needed as the ground was getting firmer every day, grabbed a camera or two and walked out of the door.
I walked in shadow along our street and the track at the end of it, but into sunshine as I turned up to Collingwood before turning down the small dip towards Windy Ridge, then taking the first long track on the right, which would lead me level with the track the other side of the wood on Windy Ridge.
Plenty of flowers to be enjoyed: some nice double snowdrops, Common Field-speedwells and lots of Annual Mercury. As well as daisies, dandelions and the usual early spring suspects. The Winter heliotropes are now nearing their end, with petal edges turning brown as the warmth takes its toll.
The tracks were muddy in places, but I was able to get by, horses looked at me passing, mournfully hoping I would have a sugarlump or some other treat.
The climb past the farm made my back complain some, but we can't give into it, can we? Or we'd end up just like my Mother.
Precious.
6.24.2010 - Dr Skotch's Panty Raid at Ad Libs / Mouth at 2626 Main Street in Deep Ellum, Dallas. Part of the Broads and Panties burlesque collective, this new monthly burlesque / Vaudville / comedy show brings back live entertainment.
A day out in London of a Saturday morning requires planning. Jools arranged for shopping to be dropped on Thursday afternoon, meaning we did not have to go on Saturday morning.
Then setting alarms so that we got to Priory station at half seven ready for the quarter to eight train.
Jools went to get tickets, and I went to the corner greasy spoon to get sausage and bacon sticks and brews. So that when the train rolled at twenty to, we climbed on board, sitting at a table and starting on our breakfast.
Leaving at that time meant it was already light, so we could see the countryside rolling by until we got to Ashford, then flash by once we got on the high speed line, zooming up to Ebbsfleet and then under the Thames into Essex and on to Stratford.
We got out at Stratford, caught the DLR to the regional station, then changing DLR lines for the trains heading for Lewisham.
At Pudding Mill Lane, where we used to watch steam tours on the Great Eastern Main Line, a new station has been built to allow for the entrances to the Elizabeth Line tunnels, and next door is the Abba theatre.
We have been talking about going, so Jools checks prices for the show, and amazed that some are nearly £200! Prices next June are £99, but still for seeing a video recreation rather than the band themselves.
The train rattled on, turning south where the old Bryant and May match factory used to be. The building is still there but seems to be business units or flats now.
Passing the old factory used to be the cue for my Granddad to get us standing up and gathering our coats and bags as we were five minutes from Liverpool Street.
Instead, we took the line south through Bow and towards the crystal towers of Docklands and Canary and other Wharves.
I texted Graham to say we were on our way, and he replied to say he was 5 minutes from Canary Wharf. I said we would be there in a few minutes, maybe we would meet there?
Through Poplar and into the 21st century hellscape that is Docklands, we get off on platform 1, and our next train is waiting on platform 2. Jools walks over, I lag behind, scouring the platform for Graham.
Then as I reach the doors, and the electronic bleeps announcing departure, Graham reaches us and comes on board.
Doors close and the train departs, taking tight turns around the skyscrapers before heading to the river, and after Mudschute, dives under the river for Greenwich.
We get off at Cutty Sark, so named after a tea clipper, and find the way out signed to a flight of 125 steps to street level.
I sigh and follow Jools and Graham up, regretting my life choices.
But I made it to the top, and a short walk we called in at a coffee shop for a refill and wait for the Cutty Sark itself to open.
Although the story of the Cutty Sark and the other tea clippers is very interesting, I wanted to come for purely photographic reasons, to snap the prow and the glazed roof that protects the old dry dock.
We pay to go on, and enter the ship, going up two flights of steps onto the deck, where the masts and rigging tower high above. Remember, sailors used to have to climb up these and gather in sails, and all weathers and on all seas, no matter their state.
Hardy buggers.
Cabins were small and on deck, as all space down below was for cases of tea only, to keep them dry and in perfect condition.
Then down through the visitor centre to the bottom of the dry dock, and the copper bottom of the ship, suspended so that shots looking along and up the prow could be taken.
Which I took plenty of.
Above the roofs of the shops and pubs,the tower of the parish church, St Alphage, Greenwich, which is an usual dedication, but turns out this was the site where the titular Saint was martyred in the 11th century.
Graham had never found it open, but I had checked online and it was due to open at eleven, ten minutes ago. So we walked towards the church, dodging through the traffic and arrived at the church gate.
The south doors were closed, as were the north, so I began to doubt myself. But a nearby sight indicated that the main entrance was on the south side, so we went back round.
And one of the doors was indeed ajar.
Bingo.
Bango.
Bongo.
We climbed the steps and went in, and were met my quiet the most friendly and informative volunteer I think I have ever met.
Interesting details were pointed out, and those hidden were shown, including the location of the font where King Henry XIII was christened, and the last surviving part of the second church's wall.
The church, which is after Hawksmoor, is a delight, though gutted during the blitz, so most glass is now lost, though the Victorian is of good quality.
We were here for the Mars display in the Painted Hall at the Greenwich Naval College.
We have been here before, but some 15 years back at least, so a return was overdue, though the sumptuous painting would be partly hidden by the 7m model of the planet Mars.
We have seen the artist's Moon work at the Maritime Museum nearby, but also in Denver back in 2017. But seemed to have missed his "Earth", I'm sure it'll come round again.
We walked through the college grounds, into the painted hall, exchanged vouchers for tickets and climbed the two sets of stairs into the hall itself.
The view opened out, and the first impression was amazing, Mars at the far end, suspended and slowly turning, with the painted hall as a background. And a helmeted Mar looking down at the planet named after him, a great juxtaposition.
We took and hour to take it all in, then talked about going to the Chapel, which we were not sure was open.
At the base of the stairs, we found the entrance to a passageway, with sign pointing to the Chapel, could this lead all the way under the formal gardens?
Yes. Yes it could. And did.
Up spiral staircases to the lobby, then up a formal stairway flanked by statues of Faith, Hope, Charity and Meekness, into the church, a delight, without much in the way of painting to match the hall opposite, but stunning all the same, and few folks had made it over, so we soaked up the building and details, and fittings.
Time was getting on, and thoughts turned to food. So, we left and headed out to the narrow path beside the river, where high tide meant water was lapping at our feet, but we powered back towards the High Road, and the cluster of pubs and other eateries.
Beside the Cutty Sark was the Gipsy Moth pub, but that was full, so we walked on and found a table beside the fire in the Spanish Galleon, a Shepherd Neame's pub, but they had tables and a great looking menu.
We got pints of Whitstable Bay, and ordered burgers each, all in a great end to the trip where we did all we set out to do, and now rounded it off with a pub lunch.
We ate the burgers with pints of Bishop's Finger, now a timid 5.2% rather than the 7% in days of yore, but still full of flavour.
Time to go home. Back to Cutty Sark DLR station, down in the lift this time, and straight on a train heading north. Change at Canary Wharf, where our train to Stratford was also waiting.
We said goodbye to Graham, hopped on, and the doors closed, so we moved off north.
Back at Stratford, down the steps to the concourse, and straight onto a train going to the International Station, we got on, and so were on the platforms for Kent a full ten minutes before the train was due.
When it came, there were a few seats, so I got to sit and rest by back after the 11,000 steps done, so while darkness fell outside, I kept up to date with the football, Norwich 2-2 with Luton at half time, but scoring twice in the second half to win 4-2, and make it 12 goals scored in three games over seven days.
By the time final whistle went, we were back home, and supping fresh brews as we rested, taking our shoes off.
A brilliant day out.
The West Ham fans we had seen on the DLR were going to their home game against Arsenal, which was on TV at half five. Not the game they were hoping for, as Arsenal were 5-2 by halftime, though no more goals scored in the second half, but worthy of that first half to have watched.
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The Old Royal Naval College are buildings that serve as the architectural centrepiece of Maritime Greenwich,[1] a World Heritage Site in Greenwich, London, described by the United Nations Educational, Scientific and Cultural Organisation (UNESCO) as being of "outstanding universal value" and reckoned to be the "finest and most dramatically sited architectural and landscape ensemble in the British Isles".[2] Formerly the site of a royal palace, the old college was originally constructed to serve as the Royal Navy's Greenwich Hospital, designed by Christopher Wren, and built between 1696 and 1712.[3][4] The hospital closed in 1869 and so between 1873 and 1998 the buildings were used as a training establishment for the Royal Naval College, Greenwich.[5] The site is now managed by the Greenwich Foundation for the Old Royal Naval College, established in 1997 to conserve the buildings and grounds and convert them into a cultural destination.
This was originally the site of Bella Court, built by Humphrey, Duke of Gloucester, and subsequently renamed Palace of Placentia by Queen Margaret upon its confiscation by the Crown in the 15th century. Rebuilt by Henry VII, it was thenceforth more commonly known as Greenwich Palace. As such, it was the birthplace of Tudor monarchs Henry VIII, Mary I, and Elizabeth I, and reputedly the favourite palace of Henry VIII. The palace fell into disrepair during the English Civil War. With the exception of a then incomplete John Webb building, the palace was finally demolished in 1694, with the Webb building being completed and converted to use by the hospital.
In 1692 the Royal Hospital for Seamen at Greenwich was created on the site on the instructions of Mary II, who had been inspired by the sight of wounded sailors returning from the Battle of La Hogue. Initially, the hospital remodeled a wing of the unfinished Greenwich Palace, and then expanded and remade the design. Architectural highlights included the Chapel and the Painted Hall. The Painted Hall was painted between 1707 and 1726 by Sir James Thornhill.[7] The hospital closed in 1869 and the remains of thousands of sailors and officers were removed from the hospital site in 1875 and reinterred in East Greenwich Pleasaunce or "Pleasaunce Park".
In 1873, four years after the hospital closed, the buildings were converted to a training establishment for the Royal Navy. The Royal Navy finally left the college in 1998 when the site passed into the hands of the Greenwich Foundation for the Old Royal Naval College.
Queen Mary Court houses the hospital's chapel (designed by Wren but not completed until 1742). Its present appearance dates from 1779 to 1789, when it was rebuilt to a design by James "Athenian" Stuart after a devastating fire. The ornate plasterwork was created by John Papworth.[8]
King William Court is famous for its baroque Painted Hall, which was painted by Sir James Thornhill in honour of King William III and Queen Mary II (the ceiling of the Lower Hall), of Queen Anne and her husband, Prince George of Denmark (the ceiling of the Upper Hall) and George I (the north wall of the Upper Hall). The Painted Hall was deemed too magnificent for the pensioned seamen's refectory and was never regularly used as such. It became a tourist destination, opened for viewing. On 5 January 1806, Lord Nelson's body lay in state in the Painted Hall of the Greenwich Hospital before being taken up the river Thames to St Paul's Cathedral for a state funeral. Nelson's Pediment in the William Courtyard was sculpted in Coade stone in 1813 as a public memorial,[9] and was regarded by the Coade workers as the finest of all their work.[10] In 1824 a National Gallery of Naval Art was created in the Painted Hall, where it remained until 1936, when the collection was transferred to the National Maritime Museum, newly established in the Queen's House and adjacent building.
So I found the pictures of us doing this bulletin board - wow hair color change yikes LOL. Yep that's me 10 years ago. We actually made this in her bathroom I totally forgot the twig drawer pulls - they went with the tree mural that I just covered up. Well thanks for walking down memory lane with me ;D
Then the storm clouds rolled in. This was the last shot I managed to take before the rain started pouring from the sky. At one point a funnel dipped out of the cloud in the distance.
And then...just when we thought that seeing the adult plovers was treat enough (we saw several), the chicks came out from the dune grass and put on a show! Plover chicks are very precocious--they can't fly, so their parents keep them close, but they can feed themselves. They dart along and dash around so fast, that it's almost impossible to get a focus lock on them--well, at least it was for this amateur Can't wait to try again next season. Godspeed little plover...
If this never happens again in L.A., we will still at least have this document to show our posterity what it looked like.
I was walking down the street the other day
Trying to distract myself
Then I see your face
Ooh, you got someone else
Trying to play it coy
Trying to make it disappear
But just like the battle of Troy
There’s nothing subtle here
In my room there’s a king size space
Bigger than it used to be
If you want you can rent that place
Call me an amenity
Even if it’s in my dreams
Ooh you’re taking all perfection out my mind
Ooooh every time I watch you serpentine
I’m trying
Not to think about you
No no no
Not to think about you
No no no
I’m trying
Not to give it to you
No no no
Not to give it to you
All my feelings on fire
Guess I’m a bad liar
I see how your attention builds
It’s like looking in a mirror
Your touch like a happy pill
But still all we do is fear
What could possibly happen next
Can we focus on the love
Paint my kiss across your chest
Be the art, I'll be the brush
Ooh you’re taking all perfection out my mind
Ooooh every time I watch you serpentine
I’m trying
Not to think about you
No no no
Not to think about you
No no no
I’m trying
Not to give it to you
No no no
Not to give it to you
All my feelings on fire
Guess I’m a bad liar
And oh baby let’s make Reality
Actuality
A Reality.
And oh baby let’s make Reality
Actuality
A Reality.
And oh baby let’s make
Reality
Actuality
A Reality.
"BAD LIAR"
~SELENA GOMEZ 😍😍
My Talking Boo Doll has been completely deboxed, then completely undressed. She is posed free standing next to an undressed Animators' Collection Belle doll. They are both 15.5'' tall, and have a similar design. However Belle's body is better constructed, with freer joints, and more freedom of movement in her neck and shoulders. Belle's legs are also a bit longer. Her skin tone is also more pink. The face painting is also neater on Belle.
Personal photos of my newly purchased Talking Boo Doll. She is made and sold by the Disney Store, but I bought her in Disneyland.
The Talking Boo Doll is a very good representation of one of the main characters in the Monsters, Inc. movie (2001, Disney/Pixar). She is a 15.5'' tall poseable toddler doll with removable clothing. She says several phrases from the movie when you press her belly.
She has the same height as the Disney Animators' Collection dolls, which are also toddler dolls, and has a similar body construction.
She has a large head, wich large brown eyes glancing to her left, many short eyelashes above and below her eyes, lightly painted eyebrows with a worried or puzzled attitude, wide flat nose, wide open grin with pale pink lips. Her black hair is tied into two short pigtails on either side of her head, and long bangs in the front, hiding most of her forehead. My doll had many stray hairs, some of which I had to cut off to make her hair look neat. There is a modest amount of hair product in her bangs, which still feel soft. There is black rubber bands around each pigtail, in addition to the brown hair ties, with large pink beads.
Her outfit is an accurate copy of what she wore in the movie. She has a salmon pink stretch top, purple stretch pants, and white socks.
On her belly is a 2-inch diameter button which when pressed makes her say one phrase. None of her phrases are in intelligible English, except for ''Boo!'' Several of her phrases are actually her laughing.
She has movable head, arms and legs, like the Animators' Collection dolls. However her joints are not as free moving, and don't have the same range of movement as the Animators' dolls. When she sits, she also has to splay her legs apart, but more severely than the Animators' dolls.
Talking Boo Doll - Monsters Inc. - 15'' H
US Disney Store
$24.50 US
The newly released Talking Boo Doll, from the Disney/Pixar animated movie Monsters Inc. She is the same size as the Animators' Collection dolls, listed as 15'' H. Made and sold by the Disney Store. She is also available in Disneyland, for $29.95.
Disney Animators' Collection Belle Doll - 16''
US Disney Store
$24.50 US
Currently on sale for $15 (as of Dec 9, 2012).
But then I thought the old stained glass in the warehouse looked like a shell of a cathedral! "The High Line is a 1.45-mile (2.33 km) New York City park built on a section of the former elevated freight railroad of the West Side Line, along the lower west side of Manhattan, which has been redesigned and planted as a greenway."
Re-work for RAÄ.
This is a re-work for Swedish National Heritage Board RAÄ.
Originals:
Poster. I want one.
Then She Fell is an interactive, intimate performance where only 15 audience members are invited down the rabbit hole to explore a world inspired by Lewis Carroll's Alice in Wonderland. The geniuses at Third World Projects have transformed the former outpatient wing into a dreamlike environment filled with details that invoke the senses, including mysterious elixirs and snacks designed by Wong New York & Casellula respectively. Hospital staff lead you through the set where you can use a ring of skeleton keys to unlock drawers, discover clues, and interact with characters.
JP generously invited me to go and it was completely magical and inspiring. Third World Projects created a world I feel I haven't truly left. Tickets sold out quickly for the location Arts@Renaissance at 2 Kingsland Ave, but they're extending the performance (YES!!!) at a new location in Seaport, 210 Front St starting December 31. January tickets went on sale this weekend and my friend & I are already planning to go. Five dates are already sold out (as of 10/30/12 @8pm).
Tl;DR: Stop everything. Buy tickets. You won't regret it.
So, here I am, first day of Christmas break, and here I am walking along the prom in a light drizzle, trying to kill a couple of hours.
I had an eye appointment at nine, then would catch a train, hopefully at ten or so, heading to explore a new Kentish town, or one I have only passed through.
With light drizzle in the air, I didn't linger on the prom, instead made my way via Newbridge down to the town centre, hoping to sanp the town's Christmas lights, but they were switched off at this time in the morning, even though it is still dark.
Few places open for a brew, but Costa was, so I go in and order a large gingerbread latte and a mince pie.
And people watch.
Regulars come and go, parking outside, grabbing paper cups full of java before leaving again, to go about their daily tasks.
I checked work mails and the morning passed slowly.
I walked up to Specsavers so they could flash me and blow air into my eyeballs. Hey, we all need a hobby, so I don't judge.
I need new glasses, so get the cheapest two dark frames and still costs me an arm and a leg. But thats that for two, if not four years.
I walk back out into the drizzle on Biggin Street, cut through to cross over to the roundabout, then up to the station where a train for Charing Cross was due to leave in twenty minutes.
I get on and close my eyes, there was few others so the carriage was quiet. And remained so until we got past Ashford, then we began to pick up more and more at Staplehurst, Marden, Paddock Wood and then onto Tonbridge where I get off as more try to get on.
Up onto the main road, and to the left, heading out of town, is a church, St Stephen's, I didn't hold out much hope of it being open.
But they had a coffee morning, as well as a craft activity group, a jigsaw puzzle group and a cancer support group, all at table in the Chancel.
I buy a cupper, then set about taking pictures, though in truth there wasn't much, through the glass in the east window was good.
I did receive a warm welcome, and people talked to me, offering me advice, and that's what I take from this project, if ever it comes to an end, is that people are generally nice.
And want to do good.
I leave, and walk up the High Street, back over the railway, over two bridges that spanned two forks of the Medway, and up past two coaching inns, and there, down an alley was Ss. Peter and Paul.
A huge banner hung on the Lych, "Welcome" it said.
All doors were locked, of course, and no indication of a keyholder or when it might be open.
I took a few shots, then walked back to the main road where I noticed there was an interesting looking bar, Fuggles.
It was interesting: I had a pint of winter ale, half of Christmas from Belgium, and another Belgian tripel. With them I also made a large bowl of pork scratchings disappear.
I calculated it might take twenty minutes to back back to the station, so gave myself forty, and set off down the hill, taking a few shots as I went.
I got there in time, so stood on the platform waiting.
The train was busy, but I got a seat, and as it was going all the way to Dover, I could relax and snooze. Which I did, and as we headed east, the sun set and dusk began to fall.
A taxi whisked me through the busy port traffic and up Jubilee Way to St Maggies, dropping me off on Station Road.
It was twenty past four when I got in, time for a brew and feed the cats, all starving of course, before cutting up potatoes, onions and peppers for chorizo hash, which I had just about got down for when Jools came home.
Another good day, 11,000 steps, a new church snapped and shagged out, so we went to bed at half eight as there was no footy on.
Phew.
It's cold outside!
I had visions of doing some more long exposure landscapes outside tonight.
Then I walked outside.
Nope. All I wanted to do was get home and inside to warm up. Remember how we used to be outside all the time as youngsters? At least I did. I can recall making snow igloos with my sister Trish, and shoveling snow for what seemed like hours and not being too cold. It was fun!
I seem to have a different internal thermostat, the more years I pack on to my life. I can now understand why folks move to warmer climates, or vacation for months there.
So, after doing some initial experimentation with my Panasonic LX3 and long exposures, I turned inside and to the cats for subjects. I had an off-camera flash that I would pop during a long exposure, hoping to freeze the cats in one pose. This is the best of a few that both the cats and I tolerated. I was bouncing the light off the ceiling and away from Sissy, to soften the light a bit. When I held up the flash to set it off, Sissy looked at it, which turned out to be a nice way to get her attention.
Both cats are becoming acclimated to our home and to both Karen and me. They love rubbing up against us and getting rubs. Smokey (or Shadow - I keep using both names!) is the more frisky and adventurous of the two. Both like the claw at the furniture, unfortunately, so we're covering most things with throws and working on some behavior modification. I got them a pair of claw boxes, to encourage them to use instead of the furniture.
Smokey will wake Karen up in the morning by nudging her in the face. She also is constantly in my lap or on my chest as I'm working on the computer in my comfy chair. Tonight is the first night I can recall, that she hasn't been doing her best to curiously interfere with my typing up a post for my photo of the day.
Sissy doesn't like being in a lap, but always wants to be stroked. It works for us.
We're all happy that we found each other.
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Then let it simmer on low for a while til it's all good and cooked. Also add some little onions. (I forgot to mention: you have to do all this a day before you eat it.)
And then he came out of his frame.
There have been a lot of things on my mind today. Firstly, this morning I was tossing and turning in bed, as I often do, with my mind full of random thoughts. I finally managed to focus the thoughts on something specific; in this case, I was thinking of all the things that have happened to me in the last two years. I realize going though it now might be premature, but I feel the need to share it now. It will be done in list form, 'cause that's how I wrote it out this morning before I took another stab at sleep.
At 24:
- I learned a lot about myself and what I need and want.
- I learned to be a little more comfortable in my own skin, something I'm still learning.
- I found an outlet for my creativity.
- I learned what it's like to love someone.
At 25 (so far):
- I've learned what it's really like to be on my own.
- I've learned what it's like to struggle.
- I've become slightly better at accepting that I can't have the things I truly want.
- I've learned that me simply liking someone isn't good enough.
- I've learned that it never gets easier to make myself vulnerable.
The second thing that's been on my mind is a conversation I had with a friend of mine this morning. I was talking about all the job bullshit I've been through lately, and how I'm going to continue my job search. He asked me if I had ever considered putting any of my photos in a gallery; I told him that I didn't really think any of my stuff was good enough to be in a gallery, and he proceeded to argue the point that it was. I was really flattered by what he had to say, and I appreciated it quite a bit, but I am finding it really difficult to believe. I mean, I realize I'm my own worst critic, but I really feel like I'm way too amateur to even attempt to sell anything of mine.
I dunno, flickrites. I spend most of my time confused lately, or pissed off about work, or feeling lonely, or stressing out about money, and I have to say it all really sucks. I've tried to keep all my negative thoughts out of my 365 descriptions, but at this point I think that's doing myself a disservice. Maybe if I put it all out there I will, at the very least, take some of the weight off my chest.
So, if you've read this far, I thank you. Hopefully tomorrow will be a better day, and maybe I'll get a spark of creativity.
The then newly built Eaststoke Corner Station at the east end of the Hayling Seaside Railway is seen here on 28th February 2017.
The best BW filter is a BW cine film - made with a manual SLR and Ilford PAN100. It´s a shame , that the real beauty of the picture can´t be converted into digital truly and easily.
Borrowed for a "Then and Now" Project, if you are the owner of the copyright and unhappy please contact me and I'll remove it, thanks
Then DB operated 59205 departs from Acton Terminal Complex with another eastbourne aggregate working
We used to read books, theese days we do it all in the computer.
Just decided to fool around and try some multiplicity.
Celebration at Then Sze Koon (蜈蚣山天师宫) on the eve of the Chinese lunar new year in Seremban on Jan 30, 2014
May Company in North Hollywood California opened in September 1955, then a small mall known as Laurel Plaza was added (later torn down after the Northridge Earthquake, more on that later) around that time it became Robinson's-May and it now operates as Macy's.
This is one of several scans I found in an online PDF, I decided to share them so that you too can all see this magnificent mid-century store!
One of the best layouts I found of Laurel Plaza Mall, sadly due to the fact that the scans were so poor in quality, some of the layouts looked very bad (you couldn't see the letters) so this is one of the better ones I could find of this tiny mall...
This shows the entire site before the 3 story office building on Erwin and Laurel Canyon was built, this store featured an auto center and a garden shop,
The roses in the People's Garden
Plan
Rosarium History - Classification
Floribunda - new color range - Casting
Tree roses - new plantings - Pests - Winter Care
Rambling Roses - fertilizing, finishes
Shrub Roses - Rose Renner - Sponsorship - variety name
The history of roses in the People's Garden
The People's Garden, located between the Imperial Palace and the ring road is famous for its beautiful roses:
1000 standard roses
4000 Floribunda,
300 rambling roses,
(Also called Rose Park) 200 shrub roses.
Noteworthy is the diversity: there are about 400 varieties, including very old plants:
1859 - Rubens
1913 - Pearl of the Vienna Woods
1919 - Jean C.N. Forestier
The above amounts are from the Federal Gardens. My own count has brought other results:
730 tree roses
2300 Floribunda
132 rambling roses
100 shrub roses
That's about 3300 roses in total. Approx. 270 species I was able to verify. Approx. 50 rose bushes were not labeled. Some varieties come very often, others only once or twice.
Molineux 1994
Rubens 1859
Medialis 1993
Swan lake 1968
Once flourished here Lilac and Rhododendron bushes
1823 People's Garden was opened with the Temple of Theseus. Then made multiple extensions.
The part of today's "Rosarium" along the Ring Road was built in 1862. (Picture fence 1874)
What is so obvious to today's Vienna, was not always so: most of the beds in the People's Garden originally were planted with lilac and rhododendron.
Only after the second World War II it was converted to the present generous rose jewelry.
Since then grow along the ring side creepers, high stem and floribunda roses. On the side of Heroes Square, with the outputs, shrub roses were placed, among which there are also some wild roses.
1889 emerged the Grillparzer Monument.
(All the pictures you can see by clicking the link at the end of the side!)
Rhododendrons, output Sisi Avenue, 1930
Classifications of roses
(Wild roses have 7 sheets - prize roses 5 sheets)
English Rose
Florybunda
Hybrid Tea Rose
Rambling Rose
At the Roses in the People´s Garden are hanging labels (if they do not fall victim to vandals or for souvenirs) with the year indication of breeding, the name of breeding and botanical description:
Hybrid Tea Rose (TB): 1 master, 1 flower;
Florybunda (Flb): 1 strain, many flowers;
English Rose (Engl): mixture of old and modern varieties Tb and Flb.
Called Schlingrose, also climbing rose
Florybunda: 1 strain, many flowers (Donauprinzessin)
Shrub Roses - Floribunda - Tree roses - Climbing Roses
Even as a child, we hear the tale of Sleeping Beauty, but roses have no thorns, but spines. Thorns are fused directly to the root and can not be easily removed as spines (upper wooden containers called).
All roses belong to the bush family (in contrast to perennials that "disappear" in the winter). Nevertheless, there is the term Shrub Rose: It's a chronological classification of roses that were on the market before 1867. They are very often planted as a soloist in a garden, which them has brought the name "Rose Park".
Hybrid Tea Rose: 1 master, 1 flower (rose Gaujard )
Other classifications are:
(High) standard roses: roses are not grafted near the ground, but at a certain strain level. With that, the rose gardener sets the height of the crown.
Floribunda roses : the compact and low bushy roses are ideal for group planting on beds
Crambling roses: They have neither roots nor can they stick up squirm. Their only auxiliary tool are their spines with which they are entangled in their ascent into each other
English Rose: mixture of old varieties, hybrid tea and Florybunda (Tradescanth)
4000 Floribunda
Floribunda roses are hardy, grow compact, knee-high and bushy, are durable and sturdy
There are few smelling varieties
Polyantha classification: a tribe, many small flowers; Florybunda: a tribe, many big blossoms
New concept of color: from red to light yellow
The thousands Floribunda opposite of Grillparzer Monument shimmer (still) in many colors. From historical records, however, is indicated that there was originally a different color scheme for the Floribunda than today: At the entrance of the Burgtheater side the roses were dark and were up to Grillparzer monument ever brighter - there they were then already white.
This color range they want again, somewhat modified, resume with new plantings: No white roses in front of the monument, but bright yellow, so that Grillparzer monument can better stand out. It has already begun, there was heavy frost damage during the winter 2011/12.
Colorful roses
2011: white and pink roses
2012: after winter damage new plantings in shades of yellow .
Because the domestic rose production is not large enough, the new, yellow roses were ordered in Germany (Castor).
Goldelse, candlelight, Hanseatic city of Rostock.
Watering
Waterinr of the Floribunda in the morning at 11 clock
What roses do not like at all, and what attracts pests really magically, the foliage is wet. Therefore, the Floribunda roses are in the People's Garde poured in the morning at 11 clock, so that the leaves can dry thoroughly.
Ground sprinklers pouring only the root crown, can not be used because the associated hoses should be buried in the earth, and that in turn collide with the Erdanhäufung (amassing of earth) that is made for winter protection. Choosing the right time to do it, it requires a lot of sense. Is it too early, so still too warm, the bed roses begin to drive again, but this young shoots freeze later, inevitably, because they are too thin.
1000 Tree roses
Most standard roses are found in the rose garden.
During the renovation of the Temple of Theseus the asphalt was renewed in 2011, which was partially only a few centimeters thick, and so was the danger that trucks with heavy transports break into. Due to this construction site the entire flower bed in front had to be replaced.
Now the high-stem Rose Maria Theresia is a nice contrast to the white temple, at her feet sits the self-cleaning floribunda aspirin. Self-cleaning means that withered flowers fall off and rarely maintenance care is needed.
Pink 'Maria Theresa' and white 'aspirin' before the temple of Theseus
Standard tree rose Maria Theresa
Floribunda aspirin
The concept of the (high) standard roses refers to a special type of rose decoration. Suitable varieties of roses are not grafted near the ground, but at a certain height of the trunk. With that the rose gardener sets the height of the crown fixed (60 cm, 90 cm, 140 cm)
Plantings - Pests - Winter Care
Normally about 50 roses in the People's Garden annually have to be replaced because of winter damages and senility. Till a high standard rose goes on sale, it is at least 4 years old. With replantings the soil to 50 cm depth is completely replaced (2/3 basic soil, 1/3 compost and some peat ).
Roses have enemies, such as aphids. Against them the Pirimor is used, against the Buchsbaumzünsler (Box Tree Moth, Cydalima perspectalis) Calypso (yet - a resistance is expected).
In popular garden roses are sprayed with poison, not only when needed, but also as a precaution, since mildew and fire rose (both are types of fungi) also overwinter.
Therefore it is also removed as far as possible with the standard roses before packing in winter the foliage.
Pest Control with Poison
The "Winter Package " first is made with paper bags, jute bags, then it will be pulled (eg cocoa or coffee sacks - the commercially available yard goods has not proven).
They are stored in the vault of the gardener deposit in the Burggarten (below the Palm House). There namely also run the heating pipes. Put above them, the bags after the winter can be properly dried.
Are during the winter the mice nesting into the packaged roses, has this consequences for the crows want to approach the small rodents and are getting the packaging tatty. It alreay has happened that 500 standard roses had to be re-wrapped.
"Winter Package" with paper and jute bags
300 ambling roses
The Schlingrosen (Climbing Roses) sit "as a framing" behind the standard roses.
Schlingrose pearl from the Vienna Woods
Schlingrose Danube
Schlingrose tenor
Although climbing roses are the fastest growing roses, they get along with very little garden space.
They have no rootlets as the evergreen ivy, nor can they wind up like a honeysuckle. Their only auxiliary tool are their spines with which they are entangled in their ascent mesh.
Climbing roses can reach stature heights of 2 to 3 meters.
4 x/year fertilizing
4 times a year, the soil is fertilized. From August, but no more, because everything then still new drives would freeze to death in winter. Well-rotted horse manure as fertilizer was used (straw mixed with horse manure, 4 years old). It smelled terrible, but only for 2 days.
Since the City of Vienna may only invest more plant compost heap (the EU Directive prohibits animal compost heap on public property), this type of fertilization is no longer possible to the chagrin of gardeners, and roses.
In the people garden in addition is foliar fertilizer used (it is sprayed directly on the leaves and absorbed about this from the plant).
Finishes in the Augarten
Old rose varieties are no longer commercially available. Maybe because they are more sensitive, vulnerable. Thus, the bud of Dr. F. Debat already not open anymore, if it has rained twice.
Roses need to be replaced in the People's Garden, this is sometimes done through an exchange with the Augarten Palace or the nursery, where the finishes are made. Previously there were roses in Hirschstetten and the Danube Park, but the City of Vienna has abandoned its local rose population (not to say destroyed), no exchange with these institutions is possible anymore.
Was formerly in breeding the trend to large flowers, one tends to smell roses again today. Most varieties show their resplendent, lush flowers only once, early in the rose-year, but modern varieties are more often blooming.
200 shrub roses
Some shrub roses bloom in the rose garden next to the Grillparzer Monument
Most of the shrub or park roses can be found along the fence to Heroes' Square. These types are so old, and there are now so many variations that even a species of rose connoisseurs assignment is no longer possible in many cases.
The showy, white, instensiv fragrant wild rose with its large umbels near des Triton Fountain is called Snow White.
Shrub roses are actually "Old Garden Roses" or "old roses", what a time
classification of roses is that were on the market before 1867.
Shrub roses are also called park roses because they are often planted as a soloist in a park/garden.
They grow shrubby, reaching heights up to 2 meters and usually bloom only 1 x per year.
The Renner- Rose
The most famous bush rose sits at the exit to Ballhausplatz before the presidential office.
It is named after the former Austrian President Dr. Karl Renner
When you enter, coming from the Ballhausplatz, the Viennese folk garden of particular note is a large rose bush, which is in full bloom in June.
Before that, there is a panel that indicates that the rose is named after Karl Renner, founder of the First and Second Republic. The history of the rose is a bit of an adventure. President Dr. Karl Renner was born on 14 in December 1870 in the Czech village of Untertannowitz as the last of 18 children of a poor family.
Renner output rose at Ballhausplatz
He grew up there in a small house, in the garden, a rose bush was planted.
In summer 1999, the then Director of the Austrian Federal Gardens, Peter Fischer Colbrie was noted that Karl Renner's birthplace in Untertannowitz - Dolni Dunajovice today - and probably would be demolished and the old rosebush as well fall victim to the demolition.
High haste was needed, as has already been started with the removal of the house.
Misleading inscription " reconstruction"?
The Federal Gardens director immediately went to a Rose Experts on the way to Dolni Dunajovice and discovered "as only bright spot in this dismal property the at the back entrance of the house situated, large and healthy, then already more than 80 year old rose bush".
After consultation with the local authorities Peter Fischer Colbrie received approval, to let the magnificent rose bush dig-out and transport to Vienna.
Renner Rose is almost 100 years old
A place had been found in the Viennese People´s Garden, diagonal vis-à-vis the office where the president Renner one resided. On the same day, the 17th August 1999 the rosebush was there planted and in the following spring it sprouted already with flowers.
In June 2000, by the then Minister of Agriculture Molterer and by the then Mayor Zilk was a plaque unveiled that describes the origin of the rose in a few words. Meanwhile, the "Renner-Rose" is far more than a hundred years old and is enjoying good health.
Memorial Dr. Karl Renner : The Registrar in the bird cage
Georg Markus , Courier , 2012
Sponsorships
For around 300 euros, it is possible to assume a Rose sponsorship for 5 years. A tree-sponsorship costs 300 euros for 1 year. Currently, there are about 60 plates. Behind this beautiful and tragic memories.
If you are interested in sponsoring people garden, please contact:
Master gardener Michaela Rathbauer, Castle Garden, People's Garden
M: 0664/819 83 27 volksgarten@bundesgaerten.at
Varieties
Abraham Darby
1985
English Rose
Alec 's Red
1970
Hybrid Tea Rose
Anni Däneke
1974
Hybrid Tea Rose
aspirin
Florybunda
floribunda
Bella Rosa
1982
Florybunda
floribunda
Candlelight
Dagmar Kreizer
Danube
1913
Schlingrose
Donauprinzessin
Doris Thystermann
1975
Hybrid Tea Rose
Dr. Waldheim
1975
Hybrid Tea Rose
Duftwolke
1963
Eiffel Tower
1963
English Garden
Hybrid Tea Rose
Gloria Dei
1945
Hybrid Tea Rose
Goldelse
gold crown
1960
Hybrid Tea Rose
Goldstar
1966
deglutition
Greeting to Heidelberg
1959
Schlingrose
Hanseatic City of Rostock
Harlequin
1985
Schlingrose
Jean C.N. Forestier
1919
Hybrid Tea Rose
John F. Kennedy
1965
Hybrid Tea Rose
Landora
1970
Las Vegas
1956
Hybrid Tea Rose
Mainzer Fastnacht
1964
Hybrid Tea Rose
Maria Theresa
medial
Moulineux
1994
English Rose
national pride
1970
Hybrid Tea Rose
Nicole
1985
Florybunda
Olympia 84
1984
Hybrid Tea Rose
Pearl of the Vienna Woods
1913
Schlingrose
Piccadilly
1960
Hybrid Tea Rose
Rio Grande
1973
Hybrid Tea Rose
Rose Gaujard
1957
Hybrid Tea Rose
Rubens
1859
English Rose
Rumba
snowflake
1991
Florybunda
snow white
shrub Rose
Swan
1968
Schlingrose
Sharifa Asma
1989
English Rose
city of Vienna
1963
Florybunda
Tenor
Schlingrose
The Queen Elizabeth Rose
1954
Florybunda
Tradescanth
1993
English Rose
Trumpeter
1980
Florybunda
floribunda
Virgo
1947
Hybrid Tea Rose
Winchester Cathedral
1988
English Rose
Source: Federal leadership Gardens 2012
Historic Gardens of Austria, Vienna, Volume 3 , Eva Berger, Bohlau Verlag, 2004 (Library Vienna)
Index Volksgartenstraße
www.viennatouristguide.at/Altstadt/Volksgarten/volksgarte...
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