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John Hook speaking with attendees at an event titled "Who Killed Bob Crane?: The Final Close-Up" at the Walter Cronkite School of Journalism and Mass Communication at Arizona State University in Phoenix, Arizona.
Please attribute to Gage Skidmore if used elsewhere.
Choose life
Lorrain Taylor lost her 22-year-old twin sons, Albade and Obadiah, when they were gunned down in 2000 in a crime that remains unsolved. But she’s also become a leading supporter of SAFE California, an initiative campaign to do away with the death penalty in California. Here she is last week at San Francisco City Hall.
Photo by Ana Zamora
This is a Google map view of the Subway restaurant in Littleton that Rachel worked at. On February 13, 2000 two Columbine students were murdered at this same restaurant. The crime is still unsolved. www.columbine-angels.com/Nick&Steph.htm
This restaurant, mentioned in the book titled Rachel's Tears, is a short distance from where Rachel lived.
too much of dreams in mind..
the sky of mine let them free fly..,
so sweet of you.. u are so kind..
yet so many questions unsolved..
none of them just raised like wise..,
they followed the questions last evolved..
I am not blank no confused as u may think..
thinking to have a second list of quest ..,
just before u give ur second blink :D
rest the things are endless...
its all just because of my kind god's bless :)
X-Files mystery left unsolved
The Starship of my cousin, the Dodyrian Ambassador on Earth, Wwwwrrrtttaccckkk U.
What might be the name of this erigible or erected residence?
Bloom Cottage. Saint Leopold's. Flowerville.
Could Bloom of 7 Eccles street foresee Bloom of Flowerville?
In loose allwool garments with Harris tweed cap, price 8/6, and useful garden boots with elastic gussets and wateringcan, planting aligned young firtrees, syringing, pruning, staking, sowing hayseed, trundling a weedladen wheelbarrow without excessive fatigue at sunset amid the scent of newmown hay, ameliorating the soil, multiplying wisdom, achieving longevity.
What syllabus of intellectual pursuits was simultaneously possible?
Snapshot photography, comparative study of religions, folklore relative to various amatory and superstitious practices, contemplation of the celestial constellations.
What lighter recreations?
Outdoor: garden and fieldwork, cycling on level macadamised causeways, ascents of moderately high hills, natation in secluded fresh water and unmolested river boating in secure wherry or light curricle with kedge anchor on reaches free from weirs and rapids (period of estivation), vespertinal perambulation or equestrian circumprocession with inspection of sterile landscape and contrastingly agreeable cottagers' fires of smoking peat turves (period of hibernation). Indoor discussion in tepid security of unsolved historical and criminal problems: lecture of unexpurgated exotic erotic masterpieces: house carpentry with toolbox containing hammer, awl, nails, screws, tintacks, gimlet, tweezers, bullnose plane and turnscrew.
Might he become a gentleman farmer of field produce and live stock?
Not impossibly, with 1 or 2 stripper cows, 1 pike of upland hay and requisite farming implements, e.g., an end-to-end churn, a turnip pulper etc.
joyce - ulysses
Library Director Crosby Kemper III welcomes Councilwoman Sharon Sanders Brooks before her introduction of activist Alvin Sykes. Sykes lobbied for a bill that President Bush signed in 2008, called the Emmett Till Unsolved Civil Rights Crime Act, which funds investigations of unsolved homicides predating 1970.
Bryan Adams High School Class of '71. Died December 28, 1984. Lacy was murdered by gunshot in Fort Worth. The case remains unsolved. More details at the Fort Worth Police cold case site: www.fortworthpd.com/get-involved/1980-to-1989.aspx
If you have memories or pictures of Lacy that you'd like to share, please leave a comment or email to BryanAdamsHighSchool@yahoo.com.
Theme Borrowed from the mystery novel:
Tread softly into the Darkness.
Subtit“Folle est la brebis qui au loup se confesse!”le:
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He had just walked out of the Gentlemen’s smoking lounge, when he felt a hand placed upon his shoulder, and a whiff of perfume. From behind his back came a soft feminine voice with a slight Yank drawl.
Excuse me sir, can I ask you do me the kindness of a favor? He turned, looking down into the most enchanting pair of smiling blue eyes. He beamed into her worried face, watching with pleasure as she gave him a timid smile back. If I am able mi-lady he honestly answered, deciding in a split second that this damsel was indeed was in a bit of distress, as his sharp grey eyes wolfishly drank her image in.
Her long blond hair was held up in back held in back, secured by a pair of twin diamond clips that erupted out expensive glitters in a fierce storm of intense colours as she moved her head. Her ears were home to a set of dangling diamond earrings that sparkled expensively, beckoningly, as they attracted interest to her face. She was quite nice-looking, in a mousey sort of way, her appearance helped by the flattering longish hunters green gown she wore: a long soft velvet skirt with a tight glossy satin bodice. Her gloveless hands and wrists were bare of any jewel to take away notice from her face. She had a black satin cape draped over one arm, along with a pair of green velvet gloves held tightly in one hand, along with a rhinestone clasped clutch matching her gown. As a movie producer, the man had learned that first impressions mean everything, and that for one as busy as himself, he needed to garner as much info as he could from them. He could tell this one wanted to ask him something, and seemed nervous about the proposal.
This is rather awkward she said, her eyes becoming large like a frightened kitten, but my date sort of left with someone else, and I realized that I have to walk to my car alone. I tried to ask one of the staff, but he just laughed in my face. Her lips drooped at this last part. Then I saw you leaving, and was hoping…. Her voice trailed off meekly.
He was surprised, he had just thought she had recognized him and was going to ask for an autograph, so much for his ego he reasoned. And his heart was touched by the wretchedness of this poor creature too scared to venture out into the parking lot alone, albeit, it did have very poor lighting he reasoned as he spoke in answer to her plea. He studied her for a few seconds, the look of hope in her face reaching out to him. No, he thought in a fatherly manner, as his eyes watched her dangling diamond earrings, A timid creature like this should not be out walking alone. Any thief in the area would zero in on her and her expensive finery like a honey drone to the flower. This is what he thought, what he said was:
Well, I wasn’t leaving, rather actually just heading upstairs to meet up with my wife, but with a smile, added that he would be most honored to escort the young lady out. Taking her arm and he lead her towards the main lobby. American he asked? Montana she admitted sweetly, the nasally lisping twang of her western accent endearingly gripped the producer, who had a well-known fondness for American westerns.
At the door he helped her on with her wrap, she faced him, her eyes brimming with gratitude. She reached up and stroked the side of his face; you’re a dear for doing this! You really are! She hugged him tightly, her warm figure feeling quite nice against his, as he felt her beating heart. As she started to slowly put on her long soft gloves, He made the mistake of asking how she ended up here in England? Ten minutes later she was still going strong in her story, standing on the spot and showing no sign of moving. He finally had to gently take her by the arm guide her out the door to her destination, as the talkative enchantress kept on with her story, never missing a beat.
He led her happily across the roundabout and along the path to the lot. Her car, a red roadster, was parked at the very furthest end. They reached it, and he opened the door for her, she threw her satin cape in the back, and Just before getting in she reached out, and with a gleam in her eyes, gave him another all-encompassing embrace. Ohh thank you, kind sir she cried happily, and breaking away, entered the car and started the engine roaring to life. He closed the door and watched as she drove away, giving him a wave as she turned the corner going out onto the road that bordered the park that surrounded the civic center-hotel complex.
He turned and walked back towards the lobby. Whistling to himself as he thought about his good deed completed for the rather charming damsel in distress. Out of habit he started to check his W &D Rolex Timepiece. Damn he said, missing it as he felt his silk vest pockets, damn It ! , I must have lost it in the lounge. He headed back there immediately, losing all thought of the charming young lady from Montana he had just left.
20 minutes earlier
In the bar of the Ballroom located 2 floors below the Gentlemen’s smoking lounge where a certain well-known movie producer was just finishing his cigar and brandy before venturing out and running into a certain petite Blonde form Montana.
A man outfitted as a waiter, coming out of a side corridor, enters the massive Ballroom. For a second, as he leaves the darkened corridor, he is blinded by the bright lights and dazzling displays laid out ever so appealingly before him.
A lady clad in a flowing, glittering gown, her neck, ears , wrist, and fingers laden with brite rubies, swayed past him, eyeing him indignantly as she did so. “Folle est la brebis qui au loup se confesse”, he thought to himself as he watched her swish away.
Then he continued looking around, letting it all soak in for a few tantalizing seconds, before spying the rather regal looking lady, holding herself every bit as the film star she was. Wearing a long satin strapless number that looked as though it had been poured over her figure, it fitted her that tightly. She was drinking by a long oak bar that took up one whole end of the mammoth, brightly lit room.
He walked up to her; thankfully she was alone, although it really would not have made any difference, only less likely for her to become hysterical without an audience to watch. He laid a hand upon her bare shoulder; she looked contemptuously at him, with the red bloodshot eyes of one who had been to freely imbibing of the house liquor. Pardon my interruption miss ( she liked being called that, he could see) but I’m afraid your husband has met with a small mishap. She looked into his eyes with her deep grey ones, he sensed she was possibly not all that alarmed by his statement. If you will come with me, I will take you to the ambulance that has been called for him. With a small flourish she sat her glass down. She picked up a shimmering jeweled purse that matched her gown up from the finely polished oak bar. He watched as her multiple rings flashing brilliantly as they rippled in the light. One ring in particular captured his notice, a large egg shaped diamond that emitted a peculiarly yellow light as it flashed from her ring finger. In a swirl of satin, the lady turned and followed him willingly enough to the back corridor. Only upon reaching it did she start to question him as to what on earth had happened, hiding her concern incredibly well he thought, wondering if indeed she was hiding anything.
Stopping to collect her wrap, a long Russian mink, he led her downstairs and to a side exit. This is a short cut he explained, as he held the door opened for him. She passed him, her hells clicking, gown whisper along the stone pathway outside. Just through these woods and around the corner he directed her as she headed off, with him keeping pace closely behind.
20 minutes later
The red roadster jarred to a stop along the, deserted, dark wooded road: causing the dangling earrings of the female driver to sparkle dimly in the moons light. She killed the round head lights and waited patiently, all sign of the worry and helplessness she had displayed earlier replaced by a coolly calm demeanor.
She looked around, her green gown shimmering in the bright moons light. Vie ne est pas d'attendre que la tempête , mais d'apprendre à danser sous la pluie , she whispered to herself, her voice losing its western drawl completely.
Reaching up she undid the expensive clips, and pulled off the wind swept yellow wig. Undoing her long , naturally flaming blood red coloured hair, she let it down, spilling down ever so like hot molten lava over the backside of her green satin gown, and along her well defined breasts, tightly outlined by the hunter’s green satin bodice in front. She then popped out the blue tinted contacts, her naturally green eyes shining with wicked pleasures in the moon lit car. She tossed both the wig and the contacts into the woods. She sat back in her seat with a contented little sigh, and prepared to wait it out.
She reached down and opened a man’s alligator billfold and casually started leafing through it. Then she heard it, her head raised up as her ears perked…. an owl’s hoot came from off in the distance inside the black woods. She unceremoniously threw the wallet down and restarted the engine. From those woods emerged the shadowy form of a male, wearing the white shirt, white tux and black pants of a staff servant for the nearby posh complex. He opened the passenger door, threw a heavy shiny bundle into the rumble seat and jumping over the door, climbed into the seat next to her. He leaned over and happily, deeply kissed the lady driver, and settled back contentedly as she gave gas to the motor, sending the engine racing before driving leisurely off.
He turned to her, wolfishly eyeballing the pretty lady driving the roadster. How did you make out my love, he asked his sweet wife. The red headed siren in green satin began speaking in her native dialect, decidedly not an American one. Her deep Irish brogue rolled the words along her tongue as she related how her part of the scheme had carried out.
Well Husband of mine ; after stalling him as long as He let me, I relieved him of both his fancy watch, and a wallet with over three hundred pounds she remarked triumphantly. Adding happily as she looked into his grinning face, it looks like you did pretty well yourself lover! She glanced at the bundle in the seat behind her, lying on top of a blanket, which concealed a pair of suitcases.
The mink and gown was a bonus he admitted. But I relieved the lady of her purse and jewels as planned stated wryly. All of her jewels she asked, licking her lips as if savoring some recent memory of the lady in question; which she in reality was, have had the opportunity to scope her out in the ballroom before attending the movie star’s husband.
All of them, right down to the last diamond pinky ring. Any troubles she asked, knowing full well what the answer would be. None he smirked, snaking a hand around her silky waist. He broke into an impersonation of the American actor Bogart: Darling, the dame never knew what hit her! He reached in the back and started to hide the bundle away out of obvious site.
But why her gown, she enquired, why chance taking the time?. It was your size he stated. Not hardly she snorted at him, but thank you for the compliment my love. So, did you have a reason other than wanting to get kicks from seeing a half-naked movie star, she teased poking him in the side.
Actually, my love, there was a method to my madness, he retorted. I knew that with her vanity, she will wait to find a way to somehow clothe herself before going into public to scream bloody murder about losing her jewels. And, we have the beacon for our efforts he said, grinning wickedly.
Excited by his words, she started to speed up a little. He squeezed his arm around her slippery slick waist, no need to hurry love, he told her in a comfortingly reassuring manner. We have plenty of time to make the morning ferry to the city of Douglas.
Once there, would they have time to freshen up before meeting with the mysterious dark skinned man with the heavy accent who was the acting intermediary willing to pay them the balance of the 25,000 pounds upon receipt of the yellowish looking , vulgarly large, diamond ring that a certain actress had been displaying for a time that evening.
Postscript:
In the early years of the Nazi regime, the Wellesley’s, a well-known Jewish family , possessed a Large yellow tinted diamond known as the Harwicke Beacon. It was the center stone of a magnificent necklace. The jewel was said to bring fortune to whomever had it in their possession. Although it had not been living up to its reputation for the family, once wealthy, had fallen upon hard times. Then to compound their misfortunes, the had to leave the family manor and flee to Switzerland under pressure from the Nazi political machine. They were caught, and the necklace was taken just as the border to freedom was in sight. They had been betrayed by a mysterious dark skinned informant from another country.
the Harwicke Beacon was believed to have been one of the occult relics sought by the Nazis to test and see if the mysterious powers could be harnessed for the good of the war effort.
Its whereabouts currently unknown, the Harwicke Beacon’s reappearance in today’s world may prove a vital clue to the treasure trove of similar occult related items( both religious and non) that were hidden by the Himmler during the collapse of Nazi Germany…..
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“Folle est la brebis qui au loup se confesse!”
(Silly is the sheep who to the wolf confesses)
Répétrer dans les ténèbres.
Tread softly into the Darkness.
Vie ne est pas d'attendre que la tempête , mais d'apprendre à danser sous la pluie .
Life is not about waiting out the storm, but about learning to dance in the rain.
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the MIGRAINE.. an unsolved Mystery .... a challenge.. been the fourth day.. but I guess.. it has its own beauty when it comes sharing the world we see sometimes via we have the hammer inside.. :)
Once home of ill-fated Schippans - centre of the Towitta Tragedy, the great unsolved murder of South Australia.
i like the new specs... & me: not as sad... not as b&w...
“Have patience with everything that remains unsolved in your heart. Try to love the questions themselves, like locked rooms and like books written in a foreign language. Do not now look for the answers. They cannot now be given to you because you could not live them. It is a question of experiencing everything. At present you need to live the question. Perhaps you will gradually, without even noticing it, find yourself experiencing the answer, some distant day." - Rainer Maria Rilke from Letters to a Young Poet
Maria Ridulph was kidnapped on a street corner in Sycamore, Illinois, on December 3, 1957. She was 7 years old at the time. Her body was discovered in a field 5 months later. The case went cold for 55 years until Jack McCullough, formerly John Tessier, was arrested in July 2011. It is believed that the case involved the oldest unsolved murder resulting in an arrest in the United States.
McCullough, then John Tessier (17 years old at the time), befriended Ridulph in Sycamore, Illinois when she was 7 years old. She disappeared from a street corner in Sycamore on December 3, 1957. According to the prosecutors in his case, McCullough choked Ridulph with a wire and stabbed her. The case received nation-wide interest; the FBI was involved under J. Edgar Hoover and it reportedly received attention from Dwight D. Eisenhower.
The case was reopened when Janet Tessier, McCullough's half sister, believing McCullough was involved, asked the Illinois State Police to look into it. Janet Tessier made the decision to come to the police after spending time as the caretaker to the mother of author Mark Lemberger, who wrote "Crimes of Magnitude," a story of an unsolved murder of a seven-year-old girl. Mark Lemberger, upon hearing her speak of her mother's deathbed confession, encouraged Tessier to try to contact a law enforcement agency one more time. Tessier did just that, contacting the Illinois State Police via e-mail. McCullough was arrested in a retirement community in Seattle where he lived and worked as a security guard in July 2011. Ridulph's body was exhumed that same month
At the trial, Kathy Chapman, a childhood friend who was with Ridulph on the day of her disappearance, testified against McCullough. She said that a man, who called himself Johnny, had walked up to them and had given Ridulph a piggyback ride. Chapman went home briefly to get mittens, and upon her return both Johnny and Maria were gone. Based on a 1957 photo, she identified McCullough as the man who had walked up to them. McCullough was convicted of the crime in September 2012 and later received a life sentence with the possibility of parole after 20 years. He was 73 at the time he received his sentence. Although his request for a new trial was denied at the time of sentencing, his appeal continues, as of 2013.
You can watch the documentary on Maria Ridulph case ' 48 Hours Mystery Cold As Ice The Abduction and Murder of 7 Yr Old Maria Ridulph Case' and there is a CNN story on Maria. RIP little girl it's horrible how someone can murder a innocent small child.
"Light Goodbye". Author "AzumaNaomi". I've brought a nasty request at the "I", former detective species valley of old familiar "become a close friend and the murder suspect," retired. It's that he order to find the corpse to be the evidence of a high school girl missing unsolved case. Approach the man under the guise of chance at the bar, "I" Yuku to deepen relationship with pretend to be congenial. But the guy, from drinking together Susukino hard-boiled to draw a bitter winter minimum ... life was a man of type hate most is "I", and refuse to pardon.
The clinic has mad major issues go unsolved. John read all the issues that were in the comments and complaints box.
Joh said:( I'm in a meeting if anyone calls. I'm going to address some serious issues and make things better).
John goes I towards the conference room, he saw the head lab tech, and the administrator of the clinic, he said: (Danielle, Mata, follow me). John said as he takes them to the conference room, there are some serious issue that need to be solved), he calls other department heads and got them in the conference room).
John said: (thanks fir coming everyone, this is an emergency meeting. I just read the comments in the comment box, there are some serious issues here, the biggest one is from Ultrasound. Rebecca, a married couple came here a week ago, and were left waiting for over 2 hours, then, they didn't really do anything, they didn't look thouroughly, you techs were rude and insuring. Rebecca, what do you know about this)?
Rebecca said: (I don't know anything.. I was on vacation last week). John said: (the biggest issue here is, there was a woman with a sore stomach, your tech, Diana, was rough and pushed down too hard leaving a red mark). Rebecca said: (I don't know anything John, you know that I'd never lie, neither would anyone here. I'm now furious). John said: (I'll talk to her , don't worry about it.
Danielle said: (I know about one of the issues in the box, the most offensive one, racial discrimination). John said: (thank you Danielle, thar was the next issue I was going to bring up). John said: (this is a very serious situation. I read 15 comments stating that there is a racial slur said in every department everyday, the tech names will stay anonymous, however. I'm really infuriated about the issues I just read, there is no excuse, there should never have been serious issues like this in the comment box).
John said: (Marta you placed a complaint, it wasen't written clearly, what's going on)? Marta said: there is a shortage of saline in the Dialysis Ward, what'd to reorder 5 times, and nobody is doing anything about it). John said: (that's no longer an issue, there is a new head nurse, she's keepin track of the inventory). John looks over and said: (Marts, relax, that issue is solved). John looked at the comments, he said: (that's all , the issues have been addressed, thank you for coming, everyone have a good day), he exits the conference room and went to the desk.
Jennifer said: (man Tara, it was a hectic day, and now, a meeting
To deal wit a few mega issues, how's going in Radiology)? Tara said: (oh, it's a nightmare, for 2 days, we've had a full waiting room, but now it's quiet). Tara said: (you won't believe what I saw the other day), she laughs as she said: (a bird on an X-Ray
Machine, the outside door was open, and he flew in, he left within 5 minutes). John said: (wow, that's something). Tara goes back to radiology, and John gets right on getting the people who filed complaints to come in to talk about what their gripes are.
Alvin Sykes describes his past, dropping out of ninth grade, but using the library. "Librarians became my educators," he said. Sykes used his skills to persuade former United States Senator Jim Talent to introduce the bill that would set up a permanent cold case unit in the Justice Department to probe old crimes. The Till Bill was named for the black Chicago teenager tragically beaten and killed in August 1955 in Mississippi for allegedly whistling at a white woman. His killers were acquitted.
Don Denton/News staff
February 2 2012 - Jeff Buziak speaks with members of the local media before the 2nd annual Walk for Justice, held to honour his daughter murdered realtor Lindsay Buziak. The four year old murder is still unsolved.
The Loch Ness Monster, Nessie in Scotland
The Loch Ness Monster is a creature that lives in Loch Ness in the Scottish Highlands. Popular interest and belief in the animal was brought to the world's attention in 1933. The most common speculation among believers is that the creature represents a line of long-surviving 'lizard' plesiosaurs.The scientific community regards the Loch Ness Monster as a modern-day myth, and explains sightings as a mix of hoaxes and wishful thinking.Despite this, it remains one of the most famous examples of cryptozoology. The legendary monster has been affectionately referred to by the nickname Nessie since the 1950s.
On October 22nd 2012 Theresa Irene Wolowski, and Ryan Janek Wolowski, took a boat ride through Loch Ness in the Scottish Highlands looking for Nessie, who's presence was felt.
Fore more on The Loch Ness Monster, Nessie visit
www.pbs.org/wgbh/nova/ancient/legend-loch-ness.html
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Scotland, Scottish Highlands, UK United Kingdom, Europe
10-22-2012
VWS3998 Copyright © VW Selburn 2017: I could not help but notice a similarity between this man and the man I saw in an 'Unsolved Mysteries' television programme. This photo was taken in Santa Barbara in early May 2017. The hair is the same as the police profile drawing except that it is shorter. The wisp of hair below his right ear is reminscent of him with long hair, as the available online photos show. He has a moustache very like the photo and profile drawing, but he has added a beard. He is tall. I was above him because I was in a tourist coach so he looks shorter than he would have been had I been on foot on the sidewalk.
The Loch Ness Monster, Nessie in Scotland
The Loch Ness Monster is a creature that lives in Loch Ness in the Scottish Highlands. Popular interest and belief in the animal was brought to the world's attention in 1933. The most common speculation among believers is that the creature represents a line of long-surviving 'lizard' plesiosaurs.The scientific community regards the Loch Ness Monster as a modern-day myth, and explains sightings as a mix of hoaxes and wishful thinking.Despite this, it remains one of the most famous examples of cryptozoology. The legendary monster has been affectionately referred to by the nickname Nessie since the 1950s.
On October 22nd 2012 Theresa Irene Wolowski, and Ryan Janek Wolowski, took a boat ride through Loch Ness in the Scottish Highlands looking for Nessie, who's presence was felt.
Fore more on The Loch Ness Monster, Nessie visit
www.pbs.org/wgbh/nova/ancient/legend-loch-ness.html
Photo
Scotland, Scottish Highlands, UK United Kingdom, Europe
10-22-2012
The Loch Ness Monster, Nessie in Scotland
The Loch Ness Monster is a creature that lives in Loch Ness in the Scottish Highlands. Popular interest and belief in the animal was brought to the world's attention in 1933. The most common speculation among believers is that the creature represents a line of long-surviving 'lizard' plesiosaurs.The scientific community regards the Loch Ness Monster as a modern-day myth, and explains sightings as a mix of hoaxes and wishful thinking.Despite this, it remains one of the most famous examples of cryptozoology. The legendary monster has been affectionately referred to by the nickname Nessie since the 1950s.
On October 22nd 2012 Theresa Irene Wolowski, and Ryan Janek Wolowski, took a boat ride through Loch Ness in the Scottish Highlands looking for Nessie, who's presence was felt.
Fore more on The Loch Ness Monster, Nessie visit
www.pbs.org/wgbh/nova/ancient/legend-loch-ness.html
Photo
Scotland, Scottish Highlands, UK United Kingdom, Europe
10-22-2012
Born March 26, 1978
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This is one of gwennie2006's friends that was murderered over 12 years ago, and they are still trying to prosecute the person/people responsible.
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Sketches express softer side of missing women.
A group of artists has created images of Willy Pickton's alleged victims that reveal real women behind their grim mug shots.
Lori Culbert
Vancouver Sun
Saturday, December 17, 2005
It was the sad faces, the dishevelled hair, and the startled eyes of the women missing from the Downtown Eastside that bothered Tennessee artist Todd Matthews.
Those grim police mug shots were the only photographs the public have seen of many of the 27 women Port Coquitlam pig farmer Robert (Willy) Pickton is accused of murdering.
Artist Todd Matthews works on a sketch of Sarah de Vries. Matthew's group Project Edan has sketched 27 original pictures of Robert Pickton's alleged victims.
RYCK KALONICK/SPECIAL TO THE VANCOUVER SUN
In them, the women look tired, scared and worn-down -- a reflection, most likely, of difficult lifestyles that often involved drug addiction and prostitution.
The pictures were not, Matthews thought, a true reflection of the women's inner spirits: they didn't reveal that these women were mothers, sisters and aunts, with families, friends and unfulfilled dreams.
The mug shots sent a message that the women were photographed by police for doing something wrong, and Matthews believed it was important for them to be viewed in a more positive light.
"I think people were seeing a criminal rather than a victim," he said in an interview from his home near Nashville. "I think they were discounted. If they had been 20-something soccer moms, what [public reaction] do you think would have happened?"
Matthews is the founder of Project EDAN (Everybody Deserves A Name), a U.S. group of certified forensic sketch artists who donate their time to make facial reconstructions of unidentified victims for small- and medium-sized police agencies without budgets to hire artists.
Matthews, who has a passion for unsolved crimes and was instrumental in helping police solve the 30-year-old Kentucky "tent girl" murder case, is also media director for the Doe Network, which has volunteers worldwide and profiles hundreds of missing people and unidentified bodies on its Internet site.
On an online cold cases chat group, Matthews met former Vancouver resident Wayne Leng, who was a friend of Sarah de Vries, one of the city's missing women. Leng, who now lives in California, has established a website dedicated to the more than 60 women who have disappeared from Vancouver's gritty Downtown Eastside since the late 1970s, including Pickton's alleged victims.
Matthews saw the pictures displayed on Leng's website, and put out a request to the members of Project EDAN to volunteer their time to create drawings of the women.
He wanted their hair styled nicely and a "Mona Lisa" smile on their lips -- to reflect a happier time.
"I wanted them to have a little touch of pleasantry, because the images -- the mug shots -- it was obviously a very bad point in their lives," Matthews said.
"I just thought it was so sad to leave it like that."
To his surprise, six artists, in addition to himself, were quick to volunteer their time.
The vast majority of the Project EDAN members do not work in law enforcement -- the sketches they do for the police are done on a volunteer basis in their space time.
But Wesley Neville, a lieutenant with the Florence County sheriff's office in South Carolina, is a unique member of the group.
He works full-time for a police agency, doing composite drawings, facial reconstruction with clay, and age-progression sketches of missing children.
He said his volunteer work for Project EDAN -- including drawing 11 of Vancouver's missing women -- allows him to use his artistic talent to give back to society.
"It feels good inside, especially on a project like this," Neville said in a telephone interview.
He based his sketches on the police mug shots, as well as other photos of the women he found posted on Web sites by media outlets, relatives or friends.
Neville's technique was to imagine how the women would have looked when they were happy, healthy and safe.
"I saw through the damage that had been done physically to them. It's obvious their diets were bad, and drugs had taken their toll on some of them. I pretty much take that out -- it's like an age-regression," he said.
"I wanted to try to make them look as lifelike as possible, in a more innocent time."
The sketches by the Project EDAN volunteers are being unveiled for the first time in today's Vancouver Sun. They include drawings of 25 of the 27 alleged Pickton victims. (One victim is unidentified, so she could not be sketched, and the other is not included because her mother requested the picture not be published.)
The drawings in today's newspaper also include sketches of two women, Dawn Crey and Yvonne Boen, whose DNA was found on the Pickton farm, but police say there was not enough evidence to lay murder charges in those cases.
The men championing this project, Matthews and Leng, spoke to a couple of the victims' families about the sketches, but they didn't seek permission to do them -- arguing they were created for the women themselves.
"When Todd first came to me with the idea, I thought, 'Wow, this is fantastic,'" Leng said in a telephone interview.
"[The sketches] takes them away from that mug shot . . . . A lot of people do only see them as an addict and a prostitute. They don't see that this is a real human being. They just look at the ruggedness of what's happened to them on the Downtown Eastside."
Leng said he is sorry one mother didn't like her daughter's sketch, but said he hopes others will be moved by the artists' efforts.
"These sketches are for these women," Leng said. "I think they present [the women] in a beautiful light, as to the way they really were."
The drawings will be posted on his website (www.missingpeople.net), and he hopes they'll eventually be used at a permanent memorial in Vancouver as the city prepares for Pickton's lengthy murder trial, expected to start next year.
Leng searched doggedly for his friend, de Vries, before police announced her DNA had been found on Pickton's farm. He speaks frequently to her mother, Pat de Vries, but hadn't mentioned the sketches to her.
However, in a phone interview from her home in Guelph, Ont., Pat de Vries said the drawings could only be an improvement over the mug shots often published in newspapers.
"I think it's a really nice idea. Those photos were really ugly of some of those women -- unnecessarily so," de Vries said.
Leng had mentioned the sketches to Jack Cummer, the grandfather of Andrea Joesbury. He hasn't seen his granddaughter's sketch when contacted last week by the Sun, but believes the intention behind them is good.
"I thought it was fantastic, if they were painting the inner-picture rather than the picture of the one that was on the [police missing person] poster," Cummer said from his home in Nanaimo.
"They weren't drug-addicted hookers. They were warm individuals and they were somebody's darling."
Cummer said Joesbury, one of the first women Pickton was charged with murdering after his arrest in February 2002, often had a Mona Lisa smile on her face.
Of the seven Project EDAN volunteers who drew the sketches, only one is Canadian: Charlaine Michaelis from Sudbury, Ont.
"This particular group of women were so underexposed in the media, in my opinion. It was just such a joy for me to do it," said Michaelis, who has been a graphic artist for 25 years and recently did artwork for the new Disney movie The Chronicles of Narnia: The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe.
She scanned the pictures of the women sent to her by Matthews, and chose to sketch Georgina Papin -- "her face jumped out at me" -- but had only the police mug shot to work from.
Her technique, Michaelis said, was based partly on science and partly on intuition.
"I spent a lot of time examining the photo, looking at the underlying muscle structure to see how the face falls, and then I try to imagine how it would look if that action were reversed -- if she were smiling," she said.
Then, Michaelis watched herself in the mirror, analyzing how her face changed from a frown to a smile.
"Once I had that idea of how the muscles were working, I translated that onto her features," she recalled.
Michaelis said she was solely motivated to provide Papin with a better picture of herself, but added she hopes the woman's family will get some peace from the sketch.
"I would hope they'll think, 'Yeah that's the girl we remember before she got into her situation.'"
Matthews agrees.
"It's sort of like a Christmas gift for the families," he said.
The Loch Ness Monster, Nessie in Scotland
The Loch Ness Monster is a creature that lives in Loch Ness in the Scottish Highlands. Popular interest and belief in the animal was brought to the world's attention in 1933. The most common speculation among believers is that the creature represents a line of long-surviving 'lizard' plesiosaurs.The scientific community regards the Loch Ness Monster as a modern-day myth, and explains sightings as a mix of hoaxes and wishful thinking.Despite this, it remains one of the most famous examples of cryptozoology. The legendary monster has been affectionately referred to by the nickname Nessie since the 1950s.
On October 22nd 2012 Theresa Irene Wolowski, and Ryan Janek Wolowski, took a boat ride through Loch Ness in the Scottish Highlands looking for Nessie, who's presence was felt.
Fore more on The Loch Ness Monster, Nessie visit
www.pbs.org/wgbh/nova/ancient/legend-loch-ness.html
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Scotland, Scottish Highlands, UK United Kingdom, Europe
10-22-2012
About a year ago my Carl Zeiss 16-80mm lens got broken - did not focus at a zoom.
I found a local bloke (a man;) to fix it. It turned into disaster! The way he handles the business is awful. To tell the long story short: 10 months later he returned my poor CZ lens in worse condition as I gave him - it is in a box all dismantled, like an unsolved jigsaw puzzle :( completely useless. No "sorry" from the "master", he just said that he has a financial loss because of my lens! Ironically his web-page says: Don't risk your valuable property to anyone but the experts. We'll provide you with an accurate quote and repair schedule... we'll do our best to get everything back to you as soon as possible
f16cameraservice.net.au/index.html
What a shambles! Be aware... His name is Alan Robertson.
So for the year I could not do any wide angle/landscape photography, awaiting for my lens to be fixed. Eventually I have no choice but to buy a new landscape/walkabout lens. After a bit of research I have chosen these Sony SAM 18-135mm. I got it today, and did a few shots (before and after that storm we had in Brisbane this afternoon. ) It looks promising... Half price of CZ, but I can see a similar result...
No processing on this shot, except of blur on the car number plate.
Looks eccentric, but quite moving, in fact. It refers to this case:
www.independent-series.co.uk/display.var.494460.0.0.php
...which is still unsolved. There is still a Transport Police notice asking for info on there.
The flowers were fresh and no sign of vandalism.
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...on Goldenrod (Solidago).
The Monarch is probably the most well-known and beloved of North American butterflies. Its wings when open feature an easily recognizable orange and black pattern, with a wingspan of 3.3 - 4.9 inches (8.5 - 12.5 cm) . The females have darker and thicker veins on their wings while the males have a spot in the center of each hindwing from which pheromones are released, and which also helps to easily distinguish them from a females.
In North America, the Monarch ranges from southern Canada to northern South America. It rarely strays to western Europe (sometimes as far as Greece) from being transported by U. S. ships or by flying there if weather and wind conditions are right. It has also been found in Bermuda, Hawaii, the Solomons, New Caledonia, New Zealand, Australia, New Guinea, Ceylon, India, the Azores, and the Canary Islands.
Monarchs are especially noted for their lengthy annual migration. In North America they make massive southward migrations starting in August until the first frost. A northward migration takes place in the spring. The Monarch is the only butterfly that migrates BOTH north and south as birds do on a regular basis. But no single individual makes the entire round trip. Female monarchs deposit eggs for the next generation to complete the journey during these migrations. How the offspring know where to go remains one of nature's unsolved mysteries.
In eastern North American the Monarch population begins the southward migration late summer - early autumn and can cover thousands of mile from the United States and southern Canada to Mexico. The western North American population, west of the Rocky Mountains, most often migrates to sites in California, but have been found overwintering in Mexico.
Besides Mexico and California, overwintering populations of Monarchs are also found along the Gulf Coast, year-round in Florida, and in Arizona where the habitat provides the specific conditions necessary for their survival. The overwintering habitat typically provides access to streams, plenty of sunlight (for body temperatures that allows flight), appropriate vegetation on which to roost, and is relatively free of predators. Overwintering, roosting butterflies have been seen on sumacs, locusts, basswood elm, oak, osage orange, mulberry, pecan, willow, cottonwood, and mesquite.
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Natural or man motified ?
Judge for yourself -
We had some great dives at Yonaguni Island.
Leader of the Pack- Doug Bennett
Owner of Reef Encounters Dive center, Okinawa-Japan
Doug is professional and highly recommended-
Check out his Website !
I accompanied some members of my camera club last night to this old mill in Glen Morris. Apparently this house (mill) is haunted, by two people. One is a child that was killed in a mill accident and the other is a man who was apparently murdered on the top floor of the house with the murder going unsolved. We did get a little spooked with some big assed squirrel fell from a tree. LOL
This unassuming house in the sleepy town of Villisca, IA was the scene of one of Americas most gruesome unsolved murders. 8 people were murdered with an axe. The killer was never found.
We've spent the night there. Twice.
Hugely popular in the 1920s and ‘30s, Thelma Todd appeared in over seventy films, including two Marx Brothers’ classics, “Monkey Business” and “Horse Feathers.” Sadly, today she's largely known for dying under mysterious circumstances at age 29.
Starring Bela Lugosi, Lionel Barrymore, Elizabeth Allan, Lionel Atwill, Jean Hersholt, and Michael Visaroff. Directed by Tod Browning.
youtu.be/irNxN9PmE58 Trailer
synopsis
Mark of the Vampire is Tod Browning's remake of his own 1927 thriller London After Midnight, which unfortunately no longer exists. The sudden appearance of ghostly vampires in a remote mittel-European community is seemingly tied in with an old, unsolved murder case. Police inspector Neumann (Lionel Atwill) and occult expert Prof. Zelen (Lionel Barrymore) investigate, with the full cooperation of leading citizen Baron Otto (Jean Hersholt). For awhile, it looks as though the vampires -- Count Mora (Bela Lugosi) and his chalky-faced daughter Luna (Carroll Borland) -- will continue to hold the community in thrall, but the truth behind their mysterious activities is revealed midway through the film, whereupon the story concentrates on identifying the well-concealed murderer. In the original London After Midnight, Lon Chaney played both Count Mora and Prof. Zelen, which should provide a clue as to the film's incredible outcome.
review
Director Tod Browning's 1935 murder mystery Mark of the Vampire is essentially a lesser remake of two of his earlier films: 1927's Lon Chaney silent London After Midnight and 1931's Dracula with Bela Lugosi. Originally titled The Vampires of Prague, the film is most notable for its stunning conclusion, which reveals that the various murders being blamed on the supernatural have been committed by a more natural source. The bloodsucker father and daughter, played by Lugosi and Carol Borland, are given minimal screen time, but provide the film's best chills and appear to be the inspiration for Ed Wood's Plan 9 From Outer Space. This picture originally insinuated that Lugosi's vampire had an incestuous affair with Borland that resulted in a murder-suicide, leaving them both undead. This explains the mysterious bullet wound on the side of Lugosi's head throughout the film. However, MGM was wary after Browning's Freaks spawned great controversy, so cuts were made to ensure that Mark of the Vampire was safe for public consumption. The barely feature-length production looks rather stagey and the special effects are typical of the time (bats on strings, fake rats, etc.), but Browning's atmospheric style and the great cast, including Lionel Barrymore, Elizabeth Allan, and Lionel Atwill, makes this good entertainment. Cinematographer James Wong Howe shot test footage of Rita Hayworth for Borland's part.
Be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves like locked rooms and like books that are written in a very foreign tongue. Do not now seek the answers, which cannot be given you because you would not be able to live them. And the point is, to live everything.
(Rainer Maria Rilke)
Photo: Larry Young