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An immitation of the famous sculpture by Rodin.
Placed near casino, probably reminds you of how you would look (naked and thinking) after getting broke by the house.
think it's time to call a painting company??
ANSH scavenger16 "peeling paint"
(btb, i 💙 this new camera!!)
Making ATC's has become officially my newest addiction. Thank God we do not pay taxes for it ;)
I reversed the tree of one Xmas set to get this dude and the branches in the side are also part of a large branch from another Xmas set.
Thanks for looking!
Supplies:
- White cardstock
- Stamps: Hero Arts S5208, CL357 (tree), CL238 (branch), CL266 (tiny speech bubble). Basic Grey sentiment.
- Ink: Distress Inks (Shabby Shutters, Aged Mahogany, Peeled Paint).
- Paper: Basic Grey
- Googly eyes
- Jute string
- Dew drops
- Dimensional foam adhesive
- Paper distresser
CC Most Versatile abstract: Your unique style
My unique style? A notebook computer connected to a docking port so I still can use a real mouse and keyboard and monitor at my desk. The stapler is because I still like paper. A mixture of older and newer and because I'm not as young as I used to be, a helpful prompt to Think!
Or at least I do. This is my bit for breast cancer awareness. Yes, it is a somewhat cheesy set but a very serious cause.
25 November, 2009 | Sydney, Australia
Photographer: Grace Tham
Model: Filippo
Lighting:
1 x softbox to camera right (high above model)
1 x silver reflector to camera left
So you think you got an evil mind?
Well I'll tell you honey
And I don't know why
I don't know why
So you think my singin's' out of time?
Well it makes me money
And I don't know why
I don't know why
Anymore, oh no
So cum on feel the noize
Girls rock your boys!
We'll get wild, wild, wild
We'll get wild, wild, wild
Cum on feel the noize
Girls rock your boys!
We'll get wild, wild, wild
Til dawn
So you think you I got a funny face?
Well I'm not worried
And I don't know why
I don't know why
Along about last week I stopped this race
I'm in no hurry
And I don't know why
I don't know why
Anymore, no no
So cum on feel the noize
Girls rock your boys!
We'll get wild, wild, wild
Wild, wild, wild
Cum on feel the noize
Girls rock your boys!
We'll get wild, wild, wild
Til dawn
Well you think we have a lazy time?
You should know better
I don't know why
I don't know why
And you say I got a dirty mind
Well I'm a mean go-getter
I don't know why
I don't know why
Anymore, oh no
So cum on feel the noize
Girls rock your boys
We'll get wild, wild, wild
Wild, wild, wild
So cum on feel the noize
Girls rock your boys!
We'll get wild, wild, wild
Til dawn
Or at least I do. This is my bit for breast cancer awareness. Yes, it is a somewhat cheesy set but a very serious cause.
Tribute band to Pink Floyd. Seen at The Light's Andover Hants. Absolutely brilliant tribute band in being the best one ive ever seen.If you get a chance and you love pink floyd you must go and see. Nick Mason of PF fame raves about them himself, so must be good. Tracks from all the years that they were going so something for everybody
My friend, Aidan, described Westminster Abbey as English history written in stone, which as good as a description as I could think of. And English, as the Kings and Queens of that country, later of Great Britain are buried here.
Anyway, I had a fabulous time at the Abbey, and already planning a return for the details I missed.
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Of all the churches and cathedrals in London, the one I wanted to visit and photograph was Westminster Abbey. But, the Abbey didn't allow photography didn't go. And then a few weeks back, my friend, Aidan, started to post shots from inside, and as it turns out, photography, in most areas of the Abbey, is now allowed. So it was a case of when we would visit, not "if", and once we had a free weekend, I began to plan and book.
£25 to go in, each. £10 each for the new museum. And £15 each for a hidden highlights tour. It wasn't cheap, but then if you're going to do it, do it well!
All chores were done Friday, including shopping, so we were free to catch the quarter to eight train from Dover. On the way we called into the garage to pick up some stuff to eat on the train, so we were set.
Saturday was also the last day of British Summer Time (BST), as the clocks would go back early on Sunday morning, then five long winter months would begin.
So, better make most of the daylight.
We were early for the train, so we ate breakfast on the platform, then once the train pulled in, I picked my favourite seats and we settled down for the hour run into London. THe one thing I hadn't planned well was the weather, and some rain was expected during the morning.
The train wasn't busy, and most people wore masks, though enough didn't to make one wonder if the message about COVID really hadn't got through. But then with Johnson as PM, we shouldn't be surprised.
We get off at Statford, and the rain was falling heavily even before we left the Essex marshes behind and entered the long tunnel. But at Stratford, day had become night and the rain fell in what is called stair-rods. I hoped that if we walked slowly through the shopping centre it might have eased by the time we needed to cross over the bridge to the regional station, but the rain was falling just as hard.
And there was no way to avoid it, so we just pulled our collars up and walked as quickly as possible.
Which is why, by the time we arrived at the other side, we were wet little hobbitses.
A quick walk to the Jubilee Line platforms, catching the next train out, we took seats and sat there, gently steaming.
Twenty minutes later, we arrived in Westminster, no dryer, really, taking the four flights of escalators to the surface, where outside it had, atleast, stopped raining for now.
Demonstrations are now outlawed in Parliament Square, so it was quiet, once you got to the other side of the road, its a five minute walk past the Palace of Westminster (Houses of Parliament), and round to the entrance of the Abbey.
Amazingly, there was no queue, and once inside the doorway I show my e tickets, they were scanned and we were allowed in. There was a one way system round the Abbey, so I began the first circuit with the 50mm lens, thinking I would go round again with the wide angle, and a third time with the big lens to snap detail.
That was the plan.
Westminster Abbey is where the Kings and Queens of England and Britain have been crowned. Also, where until Henry V11 thought otherwise, they were buried too, so the chancel is jammed with tombs of many famous and infamous figures from history, from Edward the Confessor to William and Mary, most tombs are grand, some less so. As well as Kings and Queens, minor royals and members of the nobility also were either buried here, or had monument erected. As have military figures, and famousnames from the arts.
It really is quite remarkable.
That and the Abbey itself, in parts dating from just before the Norman COnquest, to a rebuilding just after to the 13th Century when Henry III pulled the old Abbey down and started to rebuild it, until he ran out of money.
But it was completed, and since then had filled up with monuments, so many, I lost count and gave up trying to record them all. Instead, marvelling at their range and beauty.
I walked down the nave, through the arch into the Quire, and it was as breathtaking as expected, then round the Chancel looking and photographing the tombs of the Kings and Queens, round Henry VII's chapel.
And then repeating it with the wide angle lens, taking shots of the various chapels and tombs, all the while keeping an eye on the time as we were to go to visit the new gallery musuem at 11, and then a guided tour of some normally off limit places at half past.
Neither of these allowed photography, which is a great shame as the views from the gallery were stunning down the length of the Nave and then the ancinent chain library and the sanctuary of Henry VII's chapel where we could reach out and touch the shrine of St Edward the Confessor.
The museum had dozens of funeral effigies of the Kings and Queens, some made I'm sure to look better than they did in real life, but others had a degree of realism about them. The one of Queen Mary seemed pregnant, while the one for Queen Elizabeth Ist had a tight corset, so she would have appeared in death as she had as a young woman.
There were carvings, ceremonial cloaks, replicas of the Crown Jewels, and so much more, but we had run out of time, as we had to get to the other side of the church for the hidden secrets tour.
Us and three other couples joined our guide as he showed us the latest escavations revealing the area where monks used to prepare for services. This is hidden behind screens now, and will soon become the site of a new visitor's centre. The trenches were filled with uncvered skeletons and bones, all human of course, and these will all either be rebuuried here or some other Christian place.
Next we went to the Dean's quarters where we saw where he prepared for services, and were allowed into, but not allowed to photograph the Jerico Room, before being allowed outside for a while, then walking around the cloisters, back into the chancel and into Henry's chapel to see the tombs and shrine. Envious looks rained down on us as we climbed the wooden steps into the usually closed area, and then only the people in the gallery above could see us.
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Westminster Abbey, formally titled the Collegiate Church of Saint Peter at Westminster, is a large, mainly Gothic abbey church in the City of Westminster, London, England, just to the west of the Palace of Westminster. It is one of the United Kingdom's most notable religious buildings and the traditional place of coronation and a burial site for English and, later, British monarchs.
The building itself was originally a Catholic Benedictine monastic church until the monastery was dissolved in 1539. Between 1540 and 1556, the abbey had the status of a cathedral and seat of the catholic bishop. After 1560 the building was no longer an abbey or a cathedral, after the Catholics had been driven out by King Henry VIII, having instead was granted the status of a Church of England "Royal Peculiar"—a church responsible directly to the sovereign—by Queen Elizabeth I.
According to a tradition first reported by Sulcard in about 1080, a church was founded at the site (then known as Thorn Ey (Thorn Island)) in the seventh century at the time of Mellitus, a Bishop of London. Construction of the present church began in 1245 on the orders of King Henry III.[4]
Since the coronation of William the Conqueror in 1066, all coronations of English and British monarchs have occurred in Westminster Abbey.[4][5] Sixteen royal weddings have occurred at the Abbey since 1100.[6]
The Abbey is the burial site of more than 3300 persons, usually of prominence in British history: at least 16 monarchs, 8 Prime Ministers, poets laureate, actors, scientists, military leaders, and the Unknown Warrior. As such, Westminster Abbey is sometimes described as "Britain's Valhalla", after the iconic hall of the chosen heroes in Norse mythology.
Between 1042 and 1052, King Edward the Confessor began rebuilding St Peter's Abbey to provide himself with a royal burial church. It was the first church in England built in the Romanesque style. The building was completed around 1060 and was consecrated on 28 December 1065, only a week before Edward's death on 5 January 1066.[9] A week later, he was buried in the church; and, nine years later, his wife Edith was buried alongside him.[10] His successor, Harold II, was probably crowned in the abbey, although the first documented coronation is that of William the Conqueror later the same year.[11]
The only extant depiction of Edward's abbey, together with the adjacent Palace of Westminster, is in the Bayeux Tapestry. Some of the lower parts of the monastic dormitory, an extension of the South Transept, survive in the Norman Undercroft of the Great School, including a door said to come from the previous Saxon abbey. Increased endowments supported a community that increased from a dozen monks in Dunstan's original foundation, up to a maximum of about eighty monks.
The abbot and monks, in proximity to the royal Palace of Westminster, the seat of government from the later 13th century, became a powerful force in the centuries after the Norman Conquest. The Abbot of Westminster often was employed on royal service and in due course took his place in the House of Lords as of right. Released from the burdens of spiritual leadership, which passed to the reformed Cluniac movement after the mid-10th century, and occupied with the administration of great landed properties, some of which lay far from Westminster, "the Benedictines achieved a remarkable degree of identification with the secular life of their times, and particularly with upper-class life", Barbara Harvey concludes, to the extent that her depiction of daily life provides a wider view of the concerns of the English gentry in the High and Late Middle Ages.[13]
The proximity of the Palace of Westminster did not extend to providing monks or abbots with high royal connections; in social origin the Benedictines of Westminster were as modest as most of the order. The abbot remained Lord of the Manor of Westminster as a town of two to three thousand persons grew around it: as a consumer and employer on a grand scale the monastery helped fuel the town economy, and relations with the town remained unusually cordial, but no enfranchising charter was issued during the Middle Ages.[14]
The abbey became the coronation site of Norman kings. None were buried there until Henry III, intensely devoted to the cult of the Confessor, rebuilt the abbey in Anglo-French Gothic style as a shrine to venerate King Edward the Confessor and as a suitably regal setting for Henry's own tomb, under the highest Gothic nave in England. The Confessor's shrine subsequently played a great part in his canonization.
The following English, Scottish and British monarchs and their consorts are buried in the Abbey:
Sæberht of Essex (d. c. 616) [possibly]
Edward the Confessor (d. 1066) and Edith of Wessex (d. 1075)
Henry III of England (d. 1272) [his wife, Eleanor of Provence, is buried at Amesbury Priory]
Edward I of England (d. 1307) and Eleanor of Castile (d. 1290)
Edward III of England (d. 1377) and Philippa of Hainault (d. 1369)
Richard II of England (d. 1400) and Anne of Bohemia (d. 1394)
Henry V of England (d. 1422) and Catherine of Valois (d. 1437)
Edward V of England (d. c. 1483) and his brother, Richard of Shrewsbury, Duke of York (d. c. 1483) [possibly]
Also known as the Princes in the Tower. In 1674, the remains of two boys were exhumed from the Tower of London and at the orders of Charles II, they were interred in the wall of the Henry VII Lady Chapel.
Anne Neville (d. 1485), wife of Edward of Westminster, Prince of Wales [m. 1470–71; buried at Tewkesbury Abbey] and of Richard III [m. 1472–85; buried at Leicester Cathedral]
Henry VII of England (d. 1509) and Elizabeth of York (d. 1503)
Edward VI of England (d. 1553)
Anne of Cleves (d. 1557), former wife of Henry VIII [buried at St. George's Chapel, Windsor Castle]
Mary I of England (d. 1558)
Elizabeth I of England as shown on her tomb
Mary, Queen of Scots (d. 1542), mother of James VI & I of England and Scotland [brought from Peterborough Cathedral in 1612]
Elizabeth I of England (d. 1603)
In the 19th century, researchers looking for the tomb of James I partially opened the underground vault containing the remains of Elizabeth I and Mary I of England. The lead coffins were stacked, with Elizabeth's resting on top of her half-sister's.[9]
James VI & I of England and Scotland (d. 1625) and Anne of Denmark (d. 1619)
The position of the tomb of King James was lost for two and a half centuries. In the 19th century, following an excavation of many of the vaults beneath the floor, the lead coffin was found in the Henry VII vault.[9]
Charles II of England and Scotland (d. 1685)
Mary II of England and Scotland (d. 1694) and William III of England and II of Scotland (d. 1702)
Anne, Queen of Great Britain (d. 1714) and Prince George of Denmark, Duke of Cumberland (d. 1708)
George II of Great Britain (d. 1760) and Caroline of Ansbach (d. 1737)
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Burials_and_memorials_in_Westminste...
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25 things about me, tagged by Lizz and Haley. I think I did one of these a few years ago on Flickr, so I hope I don’t repeat myself!
1. I own too many dolls. Really, far too many. But I can’t bear selling them. I do it at times out of absolute necessity, but I really, really hate it!
2. I like to run. I started it about a year and a half ago because I’d had a bad break-up six months previously and needed to focus my mind on something. It’s become a bit of an obsession – I ran a marathon this year, and I find that my mood can be almost wholly dependent on how well my running is going (I’m not always nice to be around when I’m injured!)
3. I’m obsessed with mirrors. I’m either avoiding them completely, or scanning my reflection repeatedly, depending on my mood. In restaurants I try not to sit opposite a window I can see myself in, as I get distracted by looking at my reflection, and it’s kind of embarrassing!
4. I’m really retarded with toothpaste tubes, the kind with the pump on. I break tube after tube, I can’t understand how I have a degree but can’t work a toothpaste tube.
5. I like to wear bright colours, I’m definitely not one of those people who lives in black. In fact, I mostly dislike black being close to my face, because I think it washes me out. The only colour I won’t wear is lilac (for the very same reason).
6. Although I wear bright colours on the outside, my taste in underwear is extremely dull and practical. I favour flesh-coloured T-shirt bras, and no-VPL knickers, much to the disappointment of many a boyfriend!
7. My pet hate in people is flakiness (in terms of personality, not dandruff – though I don’t like that much either). Sadly, flaky people seem to disguise themselves rather well, so I end up befriending them, only to realise further down the line that they’re completely useless.
8. I’m severely body dysmorphic and worry about whether or not I look fat every single day. It’s nauseating – things are nowhere near as bad as they were when I was in my early-20s, but I still wish it could be better.
9. I still watch Neighbours. I find it hilarious (in a ridiculous way) and I really, really want to go to Melbourne and go on the Neighbours trail. I would be sooo excited to meet the cast members!!
10. In addition to Neighbours, I still watch Home and Away. I also watch 90210, and latterly, One Tree Hill. Oh yes, I watch some very bad TV.
11. I want to kill the couple on the match.com ad, who “like old movies, like The Godfather 3” (it’s on right now). They’re dreadful, and I hope they don’t breed.
12. I plan to train as a pilates instructor next year. I’ve become obsessed with the benefits of core strength, so I figure that I may as well teach it to others (rather than boring people about it in general conversation like I do now!)
13. When I move in with my boyfriend next year, the first thing I want to buy is a ragdoll kitten.
14. When I move in with my boyfriend next year, the first thing I will ACTUALLY have to buy will be lots of glass cabinets to house my dolls, so that said ragdoll kitten does not destroy them.
15. At the moment I work three days a week from home, and two in the office. I have a horrible habit of doing no work at all on a Monday (in fact, I’ve done just that today) which makes the rest of my week suck. I never learn!
16. Although I’m not mad about chocolate, I have become oddly addicted to chocolate-covered rice cakes. They are yummy!
17. I’m a bit OCD about certain things. If I’m watching the TV, the volume has to be on a number that is divisible by five. I eat crisps in fives too. My boyfriend finds it hilarious to put the volume on 14 and hide the remote, or feed me six crisps then run off with the bag.
18. I’m absolutely starving right now. All the running means that I have to eat really often, and that I get maaaad if I can’t eat when I need to!
19. I think that the two most overrated celebrities of the last fifteen years have been Cheryl Cole and Princess Diana.
20. I really like guinea pigs. I had them when I was small and they lit up my world, I squeal whenever I see a picture of guinea pigs because I think they are so lovely. I couldn’t own them again though, as they don’t live long and would break my heart after just a very few years.
21. I don’t Twitter, because some random girl in the US already has the ID “Blondiepops” and I stubbornly refuse to call myself anything else.
22. I hate religion. Hate it. It’s done so much harm in the world that the word pretty much leaves me cold.
23. The above pic is of me with my Grandma. She was fantastic, and had the best Scottish accent in the world. She passed away in 2008, and I miss her.
24. I am experiencing big love for vintage Christmas decorations this year.
25. Now that I have written this, I am off to de-box some new dolls, then go to a pilates class. Both of which are very “me” activities!
I hope that wasn’t too boring!
Tagging Sue and Maria :)
This is a little odd but very flattering when you think about it. I was sent this photo yesterday by a gentleman who this past weekend literally went out and had my little octopus character tattooed permanently on his arm. Holy cow, how crazy is that! Hope you enjoy the arm art Jake, it's an honor. HA!
Introducing Benjamas 'Fuse" Fuse is her nickname as she told me. her father gave it to her as a child. He is an Electrician. If u ask me a think it is pretty cool that a father gives a daughter a nickname.
working with her was fun. and when she smiles, the whole world lights up!
Please enjoy her collection as i would be updating from time to time.
In as much as i appreciate all ur comments, please show respect to the model in this Photo. thank you for understanding :)
Day Twenty-Eight:
What do you think you are doing? No. You will tell me. What do you think you are doing? I was saving that one for a special occasion. Yes, I was going to have it. Just because I don't gorge myself on every little morsel the minute it drops in front of me doesn't mean I'm not going to eventually enjoy a little bit of sustenance.
I was letting it mature. Yes, you can let these things mature. Some people enjoy a fine aged alcoholic drinkie. I enjoy a nicely aged alcoholic. It's all about timing with these ones. Leave it too long and it's pickled. Get it too early and it's not ripe yet. You have to await the Goldilocks zone where it's just right. But no. You couldn't wait and now you're going to be up all day trying to dodge sunlight as you paint the porcelain red.
No, there's nothing I can do for you now. You did this to yourself. Cosmic karma for drinking my food. And for the hundreds of people you've slaughtered. Children you've left orphaned. Parents you've left without their fur babies. But mostly because you took my treat.
And you have it coming.
Typically, you think surf and you think Hawaii, California, Australia... but not quite Jamaica, right? However, I've been intrigued by the surf culture ever since I met some in Port Antonio last year. But who is surfing in Jamaica? It's not so mainstream and my research often leads me to one name: Wilmot. The Wilmots are a surfing legacy and the sport runs through their DNA. So driving in all directions, we stop at a couple of beaches.. not a surfer in sight. We ask around until we are finally told of a spot where we could find some. Of caution though we're warned "just beware of the dogs". We identify the place (our hint is the surf board lying on the ground outside), park and think for a few minutes before stepping out... where are the dogs and should we be concerned? After a few minutes I think f**k it, let's get out of this car and start walking towards the location. That's where we spot Ishack Wilmot from a distance- most of the other siblings are out or travelling. And so very generously,Ishack shares some of his time with me as we discuss surf culture in Jamaica.
"Surfing here is very different. There is no white sand, no girls on the beach, but its a bit more friendly, open and organic then other places." In comparison to other surf meccas such as California, Jamaica is less aggressive. "No one will chase you out of the water here- even if surfing becomes bigger and more popular, because the culture started between friends. For us, surfing is essentially about having fun".
Ishack, like the other Wilmots, are all born in St Thomas, by the beach. It's a fisherman's beach really, and most will credit their father, Billy Wilmot, for expanding the popularity of the sport. Today considered by many a Jamaican surf legend, Billy got into surfing in '74 after meeting Terence Muschett, who often returned to Jamaica to ride waves. Ever since, Ishack tells me that "the surf scene is growing, but very slowly". Foreigners come to visit- just not on a mass scale. They come in search of waves, but possibly more. Maybe some values that make surfing so Jamaican in character: "we always surf together, we are happy and positive, and we are welcoming" Ishack underlines with an authentic smile.
We talk about international exposure, and Ishack explains, as with his brothers, he has traveled everywhere on tournaments. But the Polynesian birth place of surf, Hawaii, is still on his to do list. He goes on to reveal that whenever he is travelling and representing Jamaica, foreigners have been extremely friendly. Ishack suspects that it has something to do with people knowing that "we are from Jamaica" and that there is something positively cool about that. He also explains that there is some truth to those who say "black people don't surf". There are not as many black surfers around the world and "Jamaica has the blackest team. We represent black people. Even the South African team will often have just one black person on their end". There is a black surfer's association in the US, but still not a common sport.
I start to look around the space that we're sitting in and notice a surf board with "Jamnesia" painted on it. The name definitely sounds familiar- its a venue for musical events. "I grew up on music and surf" Ishack lets me know. Both universes make up the Wilmot clan- Ishack himself plays the keyboards. "I grew up with a father who had a huge music collection, and given the vast selection, I can't say I was inspired by a particular artist, but rather by particular songs". What is the Wilmot musical style though? Ishack's reply is wonderful and day dreamy "People tell us that when they listen to our music, it sounds like the beach". Sigh....
Suddenly, I see three young children running towards him. They are happy, joyful and full of life, and Ishack goes on to say "there is no doubt about it, they will also grow to surf". The more we talk, the more I am feeling a certain blissful serenity in this space. As our conversation comes to an end, I ask Ishack one last question- what makes this surf camp so symbolic? In less then a split second, he replies: "The people and my dad".
If you are ever travelling to Jamaica and curious about surf, check out The Jamnesia Surf Club situated at Eight Miles Bull Bay, St.Thomas, Jamaica.