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Sometimes I struggle to understand when I stopped being enough for everyone.
I haven't changed. I am the unmoving statue, dressed in silver or gold and only my skirt blows in the wind. But for a blink of the eye now and again you would not know me as animated, as alive. I am fighting against nature to stay unmoved and it is not a fight I'm winning.
You are the crowds that swarm around me. You are changing by the day. Your emotions heighten and fall and I can taste it all on you; excitement, fear like salt and a sweet sort of vanilla of innocence. I am becoming lost in the wave of your nonchalance. You think you've seen me before so you pass by without a second glance. You keep going. Everyday becomes a different day and you follow a different path and there'll come a day when you don't even pass by me anymore, when you're on a different street entirely.
I wish you'd just glance back. Because I guess, after all, I have changed. Just minutely, just barely. As you become a different person, the one who no longer needs me as such a prominent force in their life, the one who is consistent with change and cannot make up their mind, I become the very same.
But if you look close enough, just close enough, you'll see. Even through the layers of silver coating like tin which serves as my armour, I am afflicted. One single tear sits on my cheek and I wonder, with my whole heart, if you'll look back and see it.
It's been awhile, right?
I can't find my tripod connection anywhere, so selfs are somewhat limited. But here you go.
Summer so far hasn't been the relaxing break I've been craving. I've been out, and busy, everyday. Bring on the laziness. But not for a while. Oh well.
I've been updating my blog a lot, so for writing, go see that. :)
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An online magazine shares some features with a blog and also with online newspapers, but can usually be distinguished by its approach to editorial control. Magazines typically have editors or editorial boards who review submissions and perform a quality control function to ensure that all material meets the expectations of the publishers (those investing time or money in its production) and the readership.-From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
So, you see, Slut Magazine is INDEED a magazine (albeit an online one) as we DO in fact have an editorial board. Jumpman Lane’s Slut Magazine IS NOT a blog.
When it comes to CONTENT, Slut Magazine’s current form is entirely understandable. Our aim is to promote readability and view-ability. We want you, oh most faithful of Slut Mag Faithful to be able to read our articles easily no matter HOW long they may be. We want you to be able to SEE our pictures easily and to include as many as possible. We have no limits on the number of pictures in our pictorials due to our chosen format.
Some Second Life magazines are in-world HUD books. We rejected this particular medium outright at the onset for two reasons: lag and readability. HUD books suck because textures are not a good way to display text. Textures have to rez. Viewing textures (read pictures) are not a great way to actually SEE pictures.
This brings us to the failings of flash books. A flash book imitates a paper magazine. One can make their work LOOK like a paper mag; yet, better ways to present pictures and text exist on the internet. Slut Magazine started out as a Blogspot blog in 2007. Around ’08/ ’09 we were a flash book. We are certain content suffered due to the limitations of the PDF flash book medium...
I understand this to be Big Hogan cave / amphitheater. We are south of Thunderbird Mesa on private Tribal land. Two tours were already here when we arrived. A Diné woman was singing when we arrived. A Diné man then played the Navajo Flute and sang. Our Diné Guide - Jim Madison - played drum and sang a beautiful Diné song. There is a big hole in the roof and you can see the light on the wall.
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Monument Valley (Navajo: Tsé Biiʼ Ndzisgaii, pronounced [tsʰépìːʔ ǹtsɪ̀skɑ̀ìː], meaning valley of the rocks) is a region of the Colorado Plateau characterized by a cluster of sandstone buttes, the largest reaching 1,000 ft (300 m) above the valley floor.[1] It is located on the Utah-Arizona state line, near the Four Corners area. The valley is a sacred area that lies within the territory of the Navajo Nation Reservation, the Native American people of the area.[2]
Monument Valley has been featured in many forms of media since the 1930s. Director John Ford used the location for a number of his Westerns; critic Keith Phipps wrote that "its five square miles [13 square kilometers] have defined what decades of moviegoers think of when they imagine the American West."[3]
Wish I had brought an ND filter. Just too much contrast and I did not correct properly. Everything was happening fast. If you go, be prepared. I'm not sure how to shoot this without blowing out the background.
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It was 8 days into the work trip around the world when I got to Copenhagen, Denmark. I was only there for a solid day, so I made several trips around the beautiful city.
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On my third trip in that day, I had the 50mm Summicron DR on. It was a little bigger of a lens, so it was more difficult to stow the camera, so I just wore it out. Looking at these images compared to the shots taken w/ the new 35mm summicron asph, this 30 year old 50 is razor sharp in the center, but a little soft on the edges...but I love it!
Luck would have it, when I stumbled on to a HUGE peace march with (from what I could tell) Religious people and hard core punks. I followed what sounded like a concert crowd, and there before me were lines of police, and crowds of punks, and spirited Danish teens. Had a hard time understanding, but as usual, I found myself hanging out with the punks.
The March was over, and it ended in the main square in Copenhagen. After it picked up to a wild party tone, it ended faster than it began. I was about out of film, and could hardly understand a word anyone was saying to me... I rolled the film out on the remaining group, and went back to the hotel to pack for Munich, and have a beer.
.and only I shall understand some things.
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tired from editing but I'm all caught up.
Took an easy one for today. :)
Also, really sorry I've been gone for so long. I'll dedicate some good stream-scouring this week. I've missed a lot, and I know it. xo
I mean, really...holy crap. Harpo9 posted. That's gotta mean that pigs are flying somewhere or hell froze over.
(had to throw that in. If you don't get it....I ain't 'splainin.)
Goodnight, sweet friends.
Random Fact de jour: First time I've ever done a closeup without some smoothing. Also, pretty scary since I've finally mastered the art of ISO vs. light.
Em. ya.
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Finding Meaning in Life
Finding Meaning in Life - How Can We Understand the Meaning of Life?
Finding meaning in life has been the ultimate goal since the beginning of mankind. It seems inherent in our nature to ask questions such as "Where did I come from? How did I get here? What's my purpose on earth? Where do I go when I die? What's the meaning of all this?" These questions reveal the ultimate search for truth and purpose in life; the reason we were born, wake up every day and exist. Many of us have stopped asking these questions.
Finding Meaning in Life –Reflection
The "Meaning of Life" has been replaced by the day-to-day rat race of work, automobile and the mortgage. Maybe it's time to sit and reflect a moment. Maybe it's time to ask the questions again, and truly examine the potential answers.
I understand that much of the flooding is related to a manmade waterfall about a mile south in the New York Botanical Garden. I’m amazed at the height of the red maple in the background in this new forest where I once played little league baseball.
Die beiden Schneeleoparden "Sagar" und "Luisa" geniesen den Winter im Zoo Neunkirchen. Man hofft auf Nachwuchs bei dieser stark gefährdeten Tierart.
Ich bitte um Verständnis, wenn die Bilder nicht so scharf sind. Es schneite sehr stark an diesem Tag und die Fenster waren nass und vereist.Danke!
The two snow leopards "Sagar" and "Luisa" enjoy winter Neunkirchen Zoo. It is hoped that young in this highly endangered species.
Please understand, if the images are not as sharp. It was snowing heavily that day and the windows were very wet and icy. Thank You
We understand that a sustainable landscape that reflects the way you care about your environment is important to you.
As I understand it, it's all about balance with these new shiny red gondolas at the Royal Gorge Bridge and Park. Each grouping of three gondolas leave their respective side of the canyon at the same time and meet in the middle. I had no interest in getting in one of these gondolas and gliding on that wire over the Royal Gorge, but it sure was fascinating to watch.
About 90% done, just need to do running gear and electronics next and get the missing drivers I need.
I found this "thing" . I do not understand ... no push buttons ...
Plus I never slide into math anyway. I asked JoAnn if this was used for obtaining a bank loan? she said "what" well it has a "COS".... I am just asking
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Located in Niceville, FL--just across the bridge from Destin and a short drive from Eglin Air Force Base, CrossFit Emerald Coast is not your ordinary gym. We don't have acres of shiny isolation exercise equipment, thousands of dollars worth of treadmills and elliptical machines (complete with their LCD screens or magazine racks), wall to wall mirrors, or a smoothie bar.
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At CrossFit Emerald Coast, you will be trained by a certified personal trainer in either private sessions or in a small group during our regularly scheduled classes. No longer do you need to worry about planning your workout--we assign the WOD (Workout of the Day) to you when you arrive and help you perform it safely and effectively.
We understand you may feel intimidated about training with us--don't worry! Even though the WOD may look difficult or nearly impossible to the mere mortal, every workout is scalable to your abilities. We all have a starting place. In fact, it is not uncommon to have a 16 year old football player, a 26 year old service member, a 36 year old accountant, and a 67 year-old retiree in a class doing the exact same workout together! If you have any questions or concerns, our trainers are very experience in helping you properly and safely scale your workout. We promise those of you saying, "I could never do that!" will soon be saying, "I can't believe I just did that!" We see it all the time!
CrossFit training is hard--we won't water it down. You will be physically and mentally challenged each and every time you step through the door. However, your biggest obstacle is not our WOD--it is your motivation. The most difficult step is the first one. All you need to do is pay us a visit and we'll take it from there! True fitness requires more than a new gym membership--it is a change in lifestyle.
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i think every one understands just how busy
it can get at this spot on the River Wear
at Chester_le_Street
so when i saw this little group come a shore to feed ,,
i got worried ,,,to many gulls and bigger birds
that would love a snack of a chick or two
one gull came to try it on ,,and was et face to face with
mother hen then another gull joined the attack
but three Drakes came to the rescue
and screamed at the gulls who gave up and flew off
then mother hen got them together ,,,and headed back into the water
followed by her guardians ,,and safety
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I didnt understand the language but it was a nice long Buddhas lecture.
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Monk Monks "Wat Bo" "Siem Reap" Kampuchea Cambodia
"Temple City" "City of Temples" "Southeast Asia"
Angkor អង្គរ or នគរ "Capital City"
Kampuchean Khmer Cambodian Cambodians
"Khmer People" "Khmer PPL"
Aberthaw Power Station
Aberthaw is a coal-fired power station. The station began full operation in 1971 and is located to the west of Cardiff, in the Vale of Glamorgan, on the north bank of the Bristol Channel.
Aberthaw can generate around 1555MW of electricity for the National Grid System. This is enough power to meet the needs of some 1.5 million households - equivalent to the total population of five cities the size of Cardiff.
We aim to maintain Aberthaw Power Station as one of the most efficient coal-fired power stations in the UK and we have completed a £230 million environmental upgrade in recent years.
Aberthaw operates as an opted in station under the Large Combustion Plant Directive (LCPD). We have invested in new technologies to reduce emissions at Aberthaw, such as the FGD technology already in operation, that reduces sulphur emissions by up to 95%.
Coal supply
Aberthaw Power Station was designed to burn semi-anthracitic, low-volatile coal. A high percentage of this coal is locally sourced coal, mined in Wales and is transported to the power station by rail.
Carbon Capture
RWE has recently completed construction of a 3MWe carbon capture pilot plant at our coal-fired power station in Aberthaw. This will test technology to capture the carbon dioxide from the flue gases and will form a vital part of RWE's research programme into carbon capture and storage technology.
In January 2013, the Aberthaw Carbon Capture Pilot plant captured its first tonne of CO2. Over the next two years we will undertake an extensive R&D programme to help us better understand how this technology could be used to reduce carbon emissions at coal-fired power stations. More information on the carbon capture plant is available here.
..cancer always takes all the good people.
I'm dedicating this photo to my Great Aunt Alma, who passed away from lung cancer last April. While we were at her funeral, I recall my mother inquiring "Why does cancer always take the good ones?" Those words have stuck with me since that day and as other loved ones of friends, relatives, and even my own have passed away from cancers, I've realized how right she is. The people who have been diagnosed with cancer in my past experiences have never been even remotely bad people. They are often the kinder ones, who have many that love and care for them. Maybe it's because I'm still young, but I continuously find myself wondering why this always seems to happen. I hope that someday soon a cure for cancer will be found and will put an end to misery for thousands of families. For now, I will do whatever I can to get closer to the cure and continue to not understand why cancer always takes the good people.
so this is the ultimate truth of my life...few can understand...
sibling rivalry+undying love..wat to do!
Trabajo para la facultad. Tapa para la revista proyecto "Understand" de diseño. Modelado y renderizado en Rhino 4.
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School work. Cover for the design magazine proyect "Understand". Paint Can modeled and rendered in Rhino 4.
"You don't get it, do you?" I said. "It's not a question of 'what then.' Some people get a kick out of reading railroad timetables. Some people make huge model boats out of matchsticks. So what's wrong if there happens to be one person in the world who enjoys trying to understand you?"
Haruki Murakami
Understand me here in Italy is 22.35 pm and i gotta go to sleep now Soo... Understand me if this is not perfect x'D
For TRP's tribute to Tori Amos! WIN!
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One of my very favorite songs by her, "Silent All These Years" -
Excuse me but can I be you for awhile,
My dog won't bite if you sit real still,
I got the anti-Christ in the kitchen yellin' at me again
Yeah I can hear that
Been saved again by the garbage truck
I got something to say you know but nothing comes
Yes I know what you think of me you never shut up
Yeah I can hear that
But what if I'm a mermaid, in these jeans of his
With her name still on it
Hey but I don't care 'cause
Sometimes, I said sometimes
I hear my voice and it's been here
Silent all these years
So you found a girl who thinks really deep thoughts
What's so amazing about really deep thoughts
Boy you best pray that I bleed real soon
How's that thought for you
My scream got lost in a paper cup
I think there's a heaven once the screams have gone
I got 25 bucks and a cracker do you think it's enough
To get us there 'cause...
What if I'm a mermaid in these jeans of his
With her name still on it
Hey but I don't care 'cause
Sometimes, I said sometimes
I hear my voice and it's been here
Silent all these -
Years go by, will I still be waiting
For somebody else to understand
Years go by if I'm stripped of my beauty
And the orange clouds raining in my hand
Years go by, will I choke on my tears
'Til finally there is nothing left
One more casualty you know
We're too easy easy easy...
Well I love the way we communicate
Your eyes focus on my funny lip shape
Let's hear what you think of me now
And baby don't look up, the sky is falling
Your mother shows up in a nasty dress
It's your turn now to stand where I stand
Everybody lookin' at you
You take hold of my hand
Yeah I can hear them...
But what if I'm a mermaid, in these jeans of yours
With her name still on it
Hey but I don't care 'cause
Sometimes, I said sometimes
I hear my voice
I hear my voice
I hear my voice and it's been here
Silent all these years
I've been here
Silent all these years
Silent
All these
Silent all these years
HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY!
Tail from this photo and hair from this photo .
The Juan Sebastián de Elcano docked at Palafox Pier in downtown Pensacola to celebrate the Five Flags Fiesta.
From the Armada Española web page:
The main mission of this ship is to train future Spanish Navy officers in navigation and seafaring procedures and techniques. Her most important task is to keep the midshipmen in their 4th academic year, in continuous and intimate contact with the sea, an environment where they will later carry out their main professional activities.
This, along with the eminently practical teaching on board, contributes to consolidate and strengthen their technical and nautical expertise, aimed at achieving a high level of general culture, as well as getting acquainted with the principles, customs and virtues which make up the soul of the profession.
In accordance with the current syllabus of the Naval Academy, the students embark on board the ‘Juan Sebastián de Elcano’ during the second semester of the fourth academic year. During this period they follow an Instruction Cruise on board. A standard cruise consists in a six month voyage to America sailing 20,000 miles with 155 day’s runs. Upon conclusion of the instruction cruise, Navy midshipmen will be promoted to Ensigns and those from the Marine Corps to Second Lieutenants.
The ship’s home port is in ‘La Carraca’ Arsenal (San Fernando – Cádiz) where most Maritime Action Force units have their base. This port is a station especially devoted to the maintenance and repair works of other naval units. The name ‘Carraca’ derives from the name given to an ocean-going boat – Carrack – much used in the 15th century.
Unlike most Navy units, this four mast brig-schooner has no combat weapons like torpedoes or missiles. Nevertheless the ship has a series of light weapons for self-defense, should an unexpected threat occur either at sea or in a foreign port; namely 2 BAZAN mountings, 2 Browning machine-guns, 2 MG machine-guns and an assortment of rifles, pistols and other portable weapons.
Candidates to Navy Officers are called Midshipmen (Guardia Marinas) since 1717 when Quartermaster General José Patiño founded in Cádiz the Royal Company of Midshipmen during the reign of King Phillip V, the first Spanish Monarch of the present Bourbon dynasty.
The city of Cádiz was therefore the city that welcomed the first Midshipmen and it was fit that the same city built the training ship ‘Juan Sebastián de Elcano’ 200 years later.
Since the very beginning, the Royal Company of Midshipmen – the one already mentioned in Cádiz and two further schools in Ferrol and Cartagena – gave great importance to the practical training of students. No wonder that six of the eight years that lasted the military instruction of candidates until promoted to Lieutenant Junior Grade, were spent on board different warships; their Commanders and Senior Officers were also their teachers.
It was in 1862 when the concept of an exclusive training ship for future naval Officers took shape. To this end the frigate ‘Esperanza’ was tasked with this mission along with the corvettes ‘Villa de Bilbao’, ‘Santa María’ and ‘Trinidad’. They were subsequently replaced in 1874 by the frigate ‘Blanca’ and in 1881 by the ‘Almansa’ and ‘Asturias’.
In 1886 the corvette ‘Nautilus’ was entrusted with this instruction task. Her first training cruise with midshipmen took place in 1888 under the command of Commander Fernando Villaamil.
In 1910 the ‘Nautilus’ was decommissioned as training ship and in 1933 she was broken up at La Graña shipyard. Her last Commander was Manuel de Mendívil Elío who, in turn, was the first Commanding Officer of the ‘Juan Sebastián de Elcano’.
After decommissioning the ‘Nautilus’ in 1910, the Spanish Navy had no training ships. Midshipmen trained on board other operational warships although they did not fulfil the necessary instruction requirements. A new ship was needed, capable of meeting those demands.
The project began to take shape in 1923 when the Ministry of the Navy signed a contract with Horacio Echevarrieta y Maruri on April 6th to fit out the sailing ship ‘Minerva’ as training ship for midshipmen. Next year, a Royal Decree dated June 30th approved the shipbuilding of a new ship also called ‘Minerva’.
Once the Spanish Navy gave its consent, a project based on the model designed by English engineer Charles V. Nicholson was signed with the Echevarrieta & Larrinaga Shipyards. The keel was laid on November 24th 1925 in the presence of Infante Don Carlos, Prime Minister General Primo de Rivera, the military governor of Cádiz Pedro Mercader and other authorities. During the ceremony, Horacio Echevarrieta suggested general Primo de Rivera to change the name for ‘Juan Sebastián de Elcano’. The general raised the proposal to King Alfonso XIII who accepted the change.
With her new name the ship was launched on March 5th 1927 in the presence of Carmen Primo de Rivera, daughter of the Prime Minister. In all fairness and after four centuries after his death in 1526, Elcano received a most wonderful homage.
In the course of all these years, the ship has sailed 10 times around the world and has visited 68 countries and 181 different ports. The ship has sailed one and a half million miles which amounts to 26 years of continuous sailing.
The ship belongs to the “Sail Training Association” and participates in its races and Naval Weeks. In 1974 she got for the first time the “Boston Tea Cup” awarded to the ship that travels the longest distance in 24 hours in full sail. She has also won that Cup in 1979, 1996/1997 (ninth cruise around the world), 1999, 2001, 2004, 2005 and 2006. In 1997 she established a new record sailing 275.2 miles in 24 hours. She has reached 17 knots with 75-knot winds and spent 42 at sea without visiting any port. She has also crossed the Magellan Strait twelve times recalling the heroic feat of the Portuguese sailor.
In 1937, 38 and 39 the ship did not sail because of the Spanish Civil War. There were important overhauls in 1956 and 1978. The ship’s hull is made of iron and her four masts are named after previous training ships: ‘Blanca’, ‘Almansa’, ‘Asturias’ and ‘Nautilus’.
The ship’s complement consists of 197 people: 24 officers, 22 non-commissioned officers, 39 leading seamen, 107 ratings and 5 civilian personnel. Apart from the ship’s own crew, the ‘Juan Sebastián de Elcano’ can accommodate up to 78 midshipmen who embark to complete the 4th year subjects on board.
Every year the training ship ‘Juan Sebastián de Elcano’ welcomes midshipmen from the Naval Academy who embark to further their studies on board. During the cruise they combine the syllabus subjects, conferences, astronomical observations and cultural activities with the routine errands of a tall-ship side by side with the ship’s crew.
The vessel has two classrooms where the midshipmen attend the different courses and lectures. A typical school day has five hours of classes on Navigation, Astronomy, Meteorology, Geography, Naval Manoeuvers and English, among other subjects.
Apart from those academic subjects the students participate in all joint activities with the rest of the crew including daily watches. In this way the midshipmen share and get to know the demanding life on board a tall ship and understand the difficult tasks of command and leadership, something they will have to exercise and improve throughout their lives.
Another important aspect of the training ship worth mentioning is her role as an instrument of the State in support of its foreign policy, thus sometimes referred to as a ‘floating embassy’. The ship welcomes local authorities whenever she visits a foreign port and conducts an intense schedule of activities on board; but midshipmen, officers and crew members also pay official visits to institutional and cultural organizations of interest.
There's a great deal of suffering around. We understand that, as well as much of us wish to do something concerning it. This technique, understood as tonglen, can be equated as 'sending and also obtaining.' It is an empathy method, where you take in things that hurt or unpleasant for...
I understand this to be Narrowleaf Yucca (Yucca angustissima). Tsá’ászeh
We saw this on the walk from the Spider Rock Overlook. It is very important in Diné life.
"Narrowleaf Yucca: Long, stiff leaves with sharp ends grow from a central clump. A single stalk of white flowers reaches four feet. Ceremonial uses: soap from roots cleanses hair; fibers are used for weaving baskets; used to make dyes; edible fruit"
"There are approximately 40 yucca species native to the New World. Besides food, yuccas have many other traditional uses. The leaf blades can be woven into baskets, used to make brushes, or with the fleshy leaf tissue removed the remaining stiff fibers can be made into a combination needle and thread. The roots are prized as a natural soap."
Source: National Park Service printed material
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“Until we understand what the land is, we are at odds with everything we touch. And to come to that understanding it is necessary, even now, to leave the regions of our conquest - the cleared fields, the towns and cities, the highways - and re-enter the woods. For only there can a man encounter the silence and the darkness of his own absence. Only in this silence and darkness can he recover the sense of the world's longevity, of its ability to thrive without him, of his inferiority to it and his dependence on it. Perhaps then, having heard that silence and seen that darkness, he will grow humble before the place and begin to take it in - to learn from it what it is. As its sounds come into his hearing, and its lights and colors come into his vision, and its odors come into his nostrils, then he may come into its presence as he never has before, and he will arrive in his place and will want to remain. His life will grow out of the ground like the other lives of the place, and take its place among them. He will be with them - neither ignorant of them, nor indifferent to them, nor against them - and so at last he will grow to be native-born. That is, he must reenter the silence and the darkness, and be born again.
(pg. 27, "A Native Hill")”
― Wendell Berry, The Art of the Commonplace: The Agrarian Essays
Cavendish Mews is a smart set of flats in Mayfair where flapper and modern woman, the Honourable Lettice Chetwynd has set up home after coming of age and gaining her allowance. To supplement her already generous allowance, and to break away from dependence upon her family, Lettice has established herself as a society interior designer, so her flat is decorated with a mixture of elegant antique Georgian pieces and modern Art Deco furnishings, using it as a showroom for what she can offer to her well heeled clients.
Today however we are following Lettice’s maid, Edith, who together with her beau, local grocery delivery boy Frank Leadbetter, have wended their way pleasurably a short distance south-east of Cavendish Mews, through the Burlington Estate, along Piccadilly past the six storey red brick façade of Fortnum and Mason with its six fanlight display windows, across busy Piccadilly Circus with its high hoardings advertising Bovril and Schweppes tonic water and its central fountain surmounted by Eros, and down to Trafalgar Square in the centre of London.
The pair are dressed in their summer best as they enjoy the sunshine: Frank in his Sunday best blue suit and a smart straw boater with a colourful grosgrain ribbon around the crown, and Edith in her blue floral sprigged frock and her wide brimmed straw hat decorated with a gay blue green and red ribbon and artificial flowers in matching colours, yet still holding her old battered black umbrella just in case of inclement weather. Circumnavigating tall Nelson’s Column guarded by his four giant lion statues, the pair blend in with the other citizens of London taking a stroll in the good weather. They laugh and chatter away amicably together as they perambulate across the wide tiled square, all awkwardness of their early courtship long left behind and replaced with a comfort and ease that comes with knowing one another better. They walk between the two ornamental fountains where children play and head towards the sweep of stairs that lead up to the National Gallery of London.
As they walk into the shadow of the tall Neoclassical columned façade of the gallery, Edith shivers and pulls herself more closely against Frank, not because she is cold, but because she is intimidated by the enormity and grandeur of the ediface. She has never been to the National Gallery before, and even as she walks past the liveried guards, she silently worries that she will be dragged away from Frank and thrown out for her impertinence. Yet when they approach one near the entrance to the gallery, he smiles and says good morning to them both.
“You see, Edith,” Frank reassures her, squeezing her forearm just above where her green leather handbag handle sits in the crook of her arm. “I told you there was nothing to worry about. The National gallery is for everyone, not just the wealthy.”
The pair walk through long galleries where the gently diffused light from large skylights above falls onto the artworks hanging in gilt frames along the painted walls around them. The galleries are populated with people of all kinds chatting quietly together in pairs like Frank and Edith or in small groups, all admiring the works hanging serenely about them in the long galleries. Edith’s heels click against the parquetry floors, but she is too amazed by all the beautiful paintings to feel self-conscious about it or feel inferiority because her clothes are not as fine as some of the gallery’s visitors around them. With her right arm linked firmly with Frank’s, she allows him to lead her through gallery after gallery, pointing out portraits of famous people from history, landscapes by the Impressionist painters of France, Italian Renaissance paintings and Dutch masters.
Eventually the pair wend their way to a gallery featuring artwork and furnishings from, or inspired by the Tudor period.
“The Royal Nursery 1538 by Marcus Stone,” Edith reads quietly aloud from the plaque stuck to the red painted wall beneath the large gold framed portrait. “Painted in 1871.” She looks closely at the fine details of the faces of the people in the oil painting and their beautiful Tudor costumes. “Well that’s obviously Henry VIII,” she remarks, indicating to the central figure pulling a toy galleon on wheels, who is unmistakably the Tudor sovereign. “But who are the others?”
“Well,” Frank says peering at the oil painting which has yellowed with age and exposure to the elements. “I’d say that is his son, Prince Edward,” He points to the cherubic child in what looks more like a Tudor torture machine than a wooden walker. “I would imagine that that is Princess Elizabeth who became Queen Elizabeth.” He indicates to a sad looking child standing on her own to the left of the painting with a wistful look on her face.
“How do you know that Frank?” Edith asks with eyes glittering with excitement.
“Well, see,” he points to her hands. “She appears to have been reading before the arrival of King Henry, and Queen Elizabeth was purportedly an avid reader.”
“Oh!” Edith nods and gazes seriously at the child.
“And that may be Princess Mary, who became Queen Mary who caused so many problems between the Catholics and the Protestants here in England.” Frank indicates to the young woman in very grand garb kneeling beside the young prince in the walker. “She was Elizabeth’s older half-sister. I’m not sure who the rest are. Servants maybe, or the king’s advisors.”
“Yes, she looks like a nursemaid.” Edith points to a woman in the shadows to the right of the painting standing by a cradle.
“Of course,” Frank remarks. “It’s all very fanciful, really.”
Edith turns away from the painting after the pair look at it in companionable silence for a few moments longer and spots several high backed chairs with red velvet seats sitting in a cluster in the middle of the gallery’s parquetry floor.
“Do you mind if we sit down for a few minutes Frank? My shoes are beginning to pinch from all the standing we’ve been doing.”
“Oh of course, Edith!” Frank replies with concern. “Lets sit over there.” He nods to the same cluster of chairs that had caught Edith’s eyes.
The pair walk over to the chairs where Edith sinks down with a grateful sigh, whilst Frank sits down beside her, placing his smart summer straw boater on the seat next to him. Edith reaches down to her foot and discreetly slips off her left Sunday best black pump and rubs her heel beneath her slightly rumpled stocking.
Sitting up again, Edith looks back across at the painting. “What do you mean by the painting is fanciful, Frank?”
“Well, I doubt that even King Henry’s children’s nursery would have looked quite so picturesque as that in Tudor times. Life dirty back in those days, even for kings and queens. Marcus Stone* was a Victorian Romantic painter, Edith, so his image is a romanticised version of what we might have seen.”
“But none of us can truly know what the King’s nursery looked like back then, Frank.”
“Very true, Edith. Mr. Stone was painting a historical scene that appealed to the romantic ideals of the time. Queen Victoria and her family were very interested in history, but a romanticised and sanitised version of it, and she influenced the tastes of all her subjects. She was also a very family-oriented monarch, probably the first since King George III, so domestic scenes were very popular at the time Mr. Stone painted it.”
Edith’s pretty cornflower blue eyes grow wide as she stares in admiration at her beau sitting beside her. “You are so knowledgeable, Frank.”
“Thank you Edith.” he replies proudly sitting up a little more boldly.
“How do you know so much?”
“Well, I do read quite a lot, Edith. You should see my bedroom at my lodgings. There are books everywhere. Mrs. Chapman keeps threatening to fling them all out. She says the weight will make the floors bow.” He chuckles.
“They won’t will they, Frank?” Edith gasps.
“Oh no!” he assures her. “It’s just Mrs. Chapman and one of her ways. I don’t think she has ever been a great reader, and she treats books, and book readers, with suspicion. I don’t think she would have agreed to take me as a paying lodger if she knew I read as much as I do.”
“I don’t know where you find the space in your head to store all the information you gather from what you read. I’m sure I couldn’t. I’m sure I’ll never be as smart as you, Frank.” Edith blushes with embarrassment.
“Rubbish Edith!” Frank retorts quickly. “I’ve told you before, we are all smart in different ways. There are things you know and know how to do that I don’t.”
“Sometimes I think what I know in comparison to you is of no significance at all.”
“That’s foolish talk too, Edith, and I said as much in Hilda’s kitchen that Sunday when we all went to the Hammersmith Palais**.” Frank chides his sweetheart, not unkindly. “You know how to cook, and all my knowledge of painting couldn’t feed an empty belly.” He looks at Edith lovingly. “You know you really mustn’t feel inferior, Edith. I only know what I do because my grandparents used to bring me here when I was, as Gran would say, ‘a wee bairn’.”
“Well, you are very lucky, Frank.”
“I know, Edith.” He looks around the red painted gallery populated with couples, small clusters of people and a few men and women on their own, quietly admiring the Tudor paintings covering the walls. “So, how do you like your first visit to the National Gallery, then?”
“Oh, I love it, Frank!” Edith enthuses. “You know, when we spent New Year’s Eve at The Angel*** and you suggested that we visit here, I had my doubts.”
“I know Edith. I could see them, as plain as day in your pretty face.” Frank chuckles.
“I always thought of galleries as places, well where people like Miss Lettice and her fine friends go, and not for people like me. The way she tries to talk to me about modern art and fashionable trends when she gets a new delivery from the Portland Gallery in Bond Street just leaves me feeling bewildered. Next to her, I feel I don’t even know what art is.”
“Well, those kind of galleries are a bit more avant-garde.” Frank agrees.
“What does that mean, Frank?”
Frank thinks for a moment, looking up to the white painted plaster ceiling above before replying. “Experimental and innovatively modern.”
“Well, I don’t think I am so keen on that kind of art. Paintings that look like blotches and squares of bright colour that I’m told are portraits or landscapes where I can’t see either, leave me feeling unsettled. But here,” She waves her hands expansively around her with a relieved smile. “I can see paintings and sculptures that I understand. That painting says it’s a nursery, and whether it is historically accurate or not, Frank, it looks like a nursery to me. These are like the pictures Mrs. Boothby has hanging above her sink in Poplar, only far more colourful and beautiful.”
“That’s because these are originals, not facsimiles, Edith.”
“Facsimile.” Edith laughs quietly and shakes her head as she rolls the foreign word around on her tongue like an exotic sweet. “And what does that mean, Frank Leadbetter?”
“A copy.” he replies with a slightly embarrassed chuckle of his own.
“Facsimile, facsimile,” Edith quietly recites, trying to gain familiarity with the word. “I like that word, Frank. It sounds very grand and important, and much nicer than copy, which sounds so boring and everyday in comparison.”
The pair laugh together and sigh happily.
“So, you’d be happy to come here again then, Edith?” Frank asks hopefully.
“Oh yes Frank! I’d love that!”
“I’m glad to hear you say that Edith, because there are so many more galleries to see, and the curators of the galleries do change paintings over from time to time, and have exhibitions of paintings brought in especially from other galleries in other countries.”
“Are you wanting to make me as knowledgeable about art as you, Frank?”
“Well,” Frank blushes. “It wouldn’t be a bad thing to expand your horizons, Edith, and I love showing you that there is a whole world of art that you’ve never experienced before.”
“Oh, you are so lovely, Frank.” Edith sighs. “How fortunate I am to have met you.”
“And how lucky I am to have met you too, Edith.”
The couple discreetly hold hands as they sit side by side on the seats and stare lovingly into one another’s eyes, the people milling about them, the sound of footsteps and the quiet burble of conversation drifting away as they focus only on each other.
At length Frank breaks their blissful moment of enjoyment. “What do you think your mum would say to me bringing you here, Edith?” His happy eyes suddenly cloud a little with concern.
“Oh, I don’t think she’d mind, Frank.”
“Don’t you think she would think I was trying to fill your head with ideas that don’t belong there?” he asks glumly, hanging his head as he speaks.
“No, of course she wouldn’t! Mum loves beautiful things too, Frank. I think she thinks the same of galleries as I did until you brought me here, and if she knew that the gallery was open to the likes of you and me, and that it was free, she’d spend a few hard earned pennies catching the tube to come here too.”
“Do you really think so, Edith?”
“Of course I do, Frank. Maybe we could even bring her here one Sunday on our day off.” Edith assures her beau.
“That would be a turn up for the books, Edith.” Frank smiles.
“Look, I know that you and Mum got off to a rocky start together when you first met, but she’s warming to you, Frank. Honestly she is.”
“I’m sure Edith.” Frank squeezes Edith’s hands. “I’m just anxious that we get along, is all. When you and I get married, I want her to be proud of her daughter’s choice in a husband.”
“Frank,” Edith looks earnestly into the young man’s anxious face. “Mum knows that I’m old enough to make my own decisions. I’m not a little girl anymore. She will be proud when I marry the man who suits me down to a tee, and that man is you, Frank.”
Frank blushes red and smiles shyly at his sweetheart who returns it with her own shy smile.
“I do love you, Edith Watsford.”
“And I love you, Frank Leadbetter.”
“Well, if you do, Edith,” Frank looks back at the picture of the Royal Nursery and points. “How many children shall we have?”
“Oh, you are awful Frank Leadbetter!” gasps Edith, her cheeks colouring at the mention of having babies. “None until after the day we get wed!” She releases his hands and playfully smacks him across the knuckles.
“Yes, but then now many?” Frank persists.
“We’ll see then, won’t we, Frank?” Edith laughs. She slips her shoe back on and picks up her handbag. “Come on,” she says, standing up. “We’ve sat here for long enough.” She holds out her hand to him. “It’s time for you to show me some more of the National Gallery.”
“Yes Miss!” Frank says, snatching up his hat and their guidebooks.
Arm in arm the pair begin to move further along the gallery towards the door leading into the next room, their heads bowed towards one another as they chatter happily between them.
*Marcus Stone RA was an English painter. He was born in London in 1840, and was educated by his father, artist Frank Stone, before exhibiting at the Royal Academy before he was eighteen. He is known for his illustrations of books by Charles Dickens and Anthony Trollope. His earlier works were mostly historical incidents, but his later works were more sentimental. He is best known for his painting “In Love” which he painted in 1888. He died in 1921 in Kensington.
**The Hammersmith Palais de Danse, in its last years simply named Hammersmith Palais, was a dance hall and entertainment venue in Hammersmith, London, England that operated from 1919 until 2007. It was the first palais de danse to be built in Britain.
***The Angel, one of the oldest Rotherhithe pubs, is now in splendid isolation in front of the remains of Edward III's mansion on the Thames Path at the western edge of Rotherhithe. The site was first used when the Bermondsey Abbey monks used to brew beer which they sold to pilgrims. It is located at 24 Rotherhithe St, opposite Execution Dock in Wapping. It has two storeys, plus an attic. It is built of multi-coloured stock brick with a stucco cornice and blocking course. The ground floor frontage is made of wood. There is an area of segmental arches on the first floor with sash windows, and it is topped by a low pitched slate roof. Its Thames frontage has an unusual weatherboarded gallery on wooden posts. The interior is divided by wooden panels into five small rooms. In the early 20th Century its reputation and location attracted local artists including Augustus John and James Abbott McNeil Whistler. In the 1940s and 50s it became a popular destination for celebrities including Laurel and Hardy. Today its customers are local residents, tourists and people walking the Thames Path.
Although carefully arranged to look like the National Gallery as it was in the 1920s, this scene is different from what you might think, for it is made up entirely of 1:12 size dollhouse miniatures from my collection, including pieces from my own childhood.
Fun things to look for in this tableau include:
The paintings on the walls in their gilt frames all come from Kathleen Knight’s Dolls House Shop in the United Kingdom. The main painting featured is a copy of “The Royal Nursery 1538”, an oil on canvas by Victorian Romanticist painter, history painter, illustrator and genre painter, Marcus Stone.
The Queen Anne chairs in the foreground are part of a dining room set that I was given as birthday present when I was a child.
1:12 size miniature hats made to exacting standards of quality and realism are often far more expensive than real hats are. When you think that one would sit comfortably on the tip of your index finger, yet it could cost in excess of $150.00 or £100.00, makes them an extravagance. American artists seem to have the monopoly on this skill and some of the hats that I have seen or acquired over the years are remarkable. Although not as expensive, Frank’s straw boater is made with wonderful detail and comes from Doreen Jeffries’ Small Wonders miniature shop in the United Kingdom.
Edith’s handbag handmade from soft leather is part of a larger collection of hats and bags that I bought from an American miniature collector Marilyn Bickel.
The black umbrella came from an online stockist of 1:12 miniatures on E-Bay.
The Tudor table beneath “The Royal Nursery 1538” and the Tudor chair you can just see to its right, I bought as part of a lot of miniature pieces from an antique auction when I was a late teenager. The chest to the left of the photo came from Kathleen Knight’s Dolls House Shop.
Edith’s handbag handmade from soft leather is part of a larger collection of hats and bags that I bought from an American miniature collector Marilyn Bickel.
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