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Fixed wing with a Shvetsov ASh-62IR 9-cylinder radial engine
St. Ivel/Utterly Butterly
Built in 1980, it was delivered to the Government of Hungary on 29 January 1981
Transferred to Air Service Hungary in 1990
A regular sight on the UK circuit, in support of the Utterly Butterly Stearman team, the An-2 was abandoned and dismantled at Laval, France in 2001
Reregistered as F-AZPE to private owner in 2007
utterly delighted to be back: 1 month of an IT band/knee injury= 2 weeks out of the hills, too many ice cubes pressed against my skin, too many bart rides to work. hello tunnel-euclid-spruce-diablo: i missed you like h*ll.
grizzly peak
The 59 was an utterly bonkers service. A trunk route right across London that only ran on Sundays! It only ran for London Transport's operating convenience and no other reason. But it ran for many years!
By this date it had been RM or RML operated for a long time - but on this occasion a friend 'arranged' an RT on it. This was West Hampstead. The other end of the route was Old Coulsdon. If they tried that now I imagine a round trip wouldn't be possible within a driver's permitted hours without a break, such is the state of congestion!
Utterly privileged, devoid of all responsibilities, She has nothing to do all day but enjoy herself. Hobbies include tormenting the household staff, indulging her fetish for leather, playing with sissy dolls and extreme (often terminal) bondage. Beware.
I was utterly charmed by this curious and amiable Trichocolletes bee. She was on the Hovea flowers and took time to regard me. After considering me for a time, she allowed me to get very close to take photos. I was very moved. They can be hard to get close to as they move so quickly, but she seemed quite content for the camera to be in among the flowers with her. I consider this one of my best ever shots of a native Australian bee. [Blue Mountains National Park, NSW]
Utterly privileged, devoid of all responsibilities, She has nothing to do all day but enjoy herself. Hobbies include tormenting the household staff, indulging her fetish for leather, playing with sissy dolls and extreme (often terminal) bondage. Beware.
Taken after my crash-curse in television production.
Hammond Castle is utterly amazing.
"John Hays Hammond, Jr. built his medieval-style castle between the years 1926 and 1929 to serve both as his home and as a backdrop for his collection of Roman, medieval, and Renaissance artifacts. The castle was constructed as a wedding present for his wife Irene Fenton Hammond to prove how much he cared for her. In addition, the building housed the Hammond Research Corporation, from which Dr. Hammond produced over 400 patents and the ideas for over 800 inventions. Second only to Thomas Alva Edison in number of patents, John Hammond was one of America's premier inventors. His most important work was the development of remote control via radio waves, which earned him the title, "The Father of Remote Control."
Visitors to Hammond Castle Museum are welcome to explore the castle on a self-guided tour of many rooms (map supplied) including the great hall, indoor courtyard, Renaissance dining room, two guest bedrooms, the inventions exhibit room, the library, the War room, the kitchens, the Natalie Hays Hammond exhibit room, servants quarters, as well as several smaller rooms and passage ways including a secret passageway. We suggest that you start your tour in our AV theater where you can view a short film on the life and times of the Hammonds.
Visitors may also enjoy the beauty of the castle grounds and a view of the Atlantic shore line while strolling through our gardens or sitting on a bench taking in that view..
In addition to self-guided tours, Hammond Castle Museum offers a number of educational programs and prearranged tour opportunities for school and tour groups. Our staff is always available to discuss the Hammonds with you as well as our unique collections."
Sweet Dreamers
Feeling utterly exhausted, I crawled into bed, fully aware that sleep would elude me once again. Straddling the line that separates our world from others had its drawbacks. In a perpetual state of dreaminess, denizens from alternate realms frequently traversed the threshold before my very eyes, requiring my hospitality. Yet, it was from these encounters that I gleaned profound insights and boundless inspiration...
by me
Photography and film processing; LC Nevermind(Luis Campillo)
Artistic direction, MUAH, props, caption and model; Lis Xia
Gear; Hasselblad 500CM, CZ Planar 80mm, Cinestill 800T
The utterly gorgeous Rebecca came to visit me again for yet another makeover & photoshoot. Obviously it was another drag look which suits her so well. We've used two of my new big wigs to suit the look. Isn't she just fabulous?!
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An utterly dismal shot on an utterly dismal day - but it does show a bit more of Cobh station before "rationalisation". B177 has run-round the first Sunday train from Cork and is awaiting departure - the train consists of what may be a 1953 built standard, a Park Royal, a "Dutch van" and a "Craven".
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My #harshbeautiful portrait of utterly wonderful Nicholas Roberts @nickrobertsplanning, Senior Producer at the ENO. This is a big change from my usual “rule” that the sitter shouldn’t be smiling, cause I always associate Nick with a huge beamish smile!
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A collaboration with the utterly epic April-lea for night four of Roid Week 2013! There's not long left to go now, so get down to the group and check out all the fantastic instant film work people have been posting!
When not shooting Polaroids, I write children's & YA fiction. I've been working on a new book for the last 7 years, an epic space adventure that I hope adults will enjoy too, illustrated by my all-time favourite artist, Dave McKean. It's published on August 1st - if you want to know more, there's some info here and a trailer here!
She is utterly dismayed to see the 6 inch ultra high heels her husband has put out for her. She's a high heel pro but she knows even fresh her feet are screaming after a few hours standing in those torture chambers
My new kitchenmaid's uniform. My ambition is to be in full time service as a kitchenmaid. A strange ambition you might think, but one I'm utterly serious about!
Some utterly beautiful woodland - west-coast birch and oak forestry on the way from carpark to Aoineadh Mor.
I was utterly bored, somewhat sad, and very very thoughtful. So I thought I'd take a face shot (as I'm very fond of them).
After messing with it for ages I had four takes from the same photo and made this quartet.
Dull story, nice picture.
Isn't that always the way
9904 The utterly mindblowing sight of this on finals as we arrived at the car park at Atsugi NAS had us scrambling for camera gear one minute later it would have been too late, all it needed was one traffic light on RED and we would have been stuffed, The 71st Squadron Japan Maritime Self-Defense Force Flying Boat spent around half an hour on the deck before departing a sight to behold for sure.
I am utterly fascinated by the inscription on the grave of William Evarts Benjamin. Recalling the rule “only say nice things about the dead” the best his survivors could come up with was “HE LOVED HIS KIND BUT SOUGHT THE LOVE OF FEW AND VALUED OLD OPNIONS OVER NEW.”
I’m assuming the words were picked out by his two children Beatrice Benjamin Cartwright and Henry Rogers Benjamin but in the end they both ended up right beside him in Sleepy Hollow Cemetery.
William Evarts Benjamin (1859-1940) was a prominent publisher and collector. His wife was Anne Engles Rogers (1865-1924) who got the inscription “SHE LOVED GREATLY AND WAS GREATLY LOVED” was the daughter of Henry H Rogers (1840-1909), who along with John D Rockafeller founded Standard Oil Company. Less is known about the children that pretty much marked their father’s grave with “Here lie’s a narrow minded curmudgeon.” But they came back when they were dead and ended without words other than the dates of the births and deaths. Perhaps there is a lesson there.
An interesting locationless selection from the Mason photographic collection for you to ponder. I am going to give you a little tip just to get things moving and I say this with a lot of confidence - this is not Bray Co. Wicklow! Location and date required as always. Good hunting.
Derangedlemur quickly identified this as Sauchiehall Street in Glasgow, Scotland. Captured by Mason on one of his trips to the UK. The modern StreetView confirms how this streetscape has changed utterly - and so I have added it to our "no longer standing" album...
Collection: Mason Photographic Collection
Date: c.1890-1910
NLI Ref: M16/7/2
You can also view this image, and many thousands of others, on the NLI’s catalogue at catalogue.nli.ie
This utterly aberrant abandoned building is remarkable since it sits entirely alone in Midtown West, just next door to Hudson Yards. It won't be there for long.
Utterly brilliant Harshbeautiful shoot with amazing Gareth Valentine - composer, arranger, conductor and musical director - who has been involved with every West End musical I’ve ever seen. The Requiem he composed is breathtakingly beautiful and highly recommended! I really wanted to capture his piercing eyes, flash a bit of his phenomenal tattoos, and convey his wicked impish sense of humour.
After your senses have been completed and utterly assaulted in Havana, take a trip to Viñales in Western Cuba.
It's a serene idyllic place, with limestone mogotes rising from the fertile valleys below. The valleys themselves are fertile and one of the main crops is tobacco. In January, the tobacco fields look like this, as planting is only done after the hurricane season has ended.
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------------------------tagged and massive text overload. my favorite FILMS OF ALL time.
I think every person I know have once in their life though of how utterly cool it would be to have an identical twin brother or sister.
There's something about identical twins that fascinate me beyond words.
It's so surreal for me to think about having a person that looked exact the same as me (-+ some freckles or whatever).
While editing this photograph,
I then started thinking about "Twin- movies" that have meant something to me, or caused memories that are so positive and good that I'll never forget those very seconds.
And as I've been tagged again I'll guess this is a top 12 movies list;
and on
12th place is of course "The Parent Trap (1998) starring Lindsay Lohan" and brings out the happiest eight year Natasha that LOVED that movie and spent all her afternoons for three months watching it after school!:P
11th place has to go to "The Wizard of Oz" which I also was addicted to my entire childhood. I think I had like 5 copies of that movie and how I wanted Dorothy's shoes!
+ There are truly no place like home.
+ Who doesn't LOVE her little dog Toto, the Scarecrow, The Tin Man and The Cowardly Lion?!. I'm ashamed to tell you thought that I haven't seen this movie for eight years.
10th place is a less happy movie called Cidade de Deus (quot;City of God"- 2002); which I watched for the first time in 2008. It's a brazilian film about the poor slum area in Rio de Janeiro that digs deep into your soul. Truly a movie you will never forget if you've laid your eyes on it. PLEASE watch this if you have the opportunity. It's honesty and brutality is told in such a beautiful way.
9th place goes to "Life is Beautiful" (1997). An italian language film about a Jewish man who must employ to his imagination to help his family during the Nazi concentration camp. This is among the movies I've shed away most of my tears too.
A captivating story. I've been the (in 2005) concentrations camps Auchwitz, Sachsenhousen and Ravensbrück. I have seen 50 year old jewish golden teeth, torture chambers, jewish hair, thousands of their shoes and clothing. It's awful. Everytime I think back at it it stocks me. How could this have happened?
8th place goes to "Todo sobre Mi Madre" (All about my Mother - 1999)
Directed by Pedro Almódovar who has an enormous interest in sexuality and people in general that are "outsiders" in our society. Prostitutes, drugs, homosexuals, transvestites, aids. Really interesting. Beautiful music. Beautifully filmed.
7th place; Psycho by Alfred Hitchcock. He is a genius. He INVENTED todays horror-thriller genre. He's the father of all todays horror movies. Everybody uses his timeless filming tricks. He was the first one EVER to introduce A BATHROOM in a movie. And he did it in this one, Psycho. Truly, this is a movie you MUST SEE.
because I simply can't explain it with my humble english vocabulary.
6th place: Pulp Fiction (1994) TIMELESS, creative, classic. Love the story.
Love the movie. The moral, Love Samuel L Jackson, Love the hunny bunnies, Love that every time I see it I discover something new, Love that (of course) Tarantion appears in the movie. Love how diversed and greatly planned it is. The way every single second leads to a new outcome.
5th place: Forrest Gump (1994); If I could choose a hero in life, I would choose Forrest Gump. If I had all the time in the world I would see this movie several times a day.
4th place: I don’t know of a SINGLE movie that is more beautifully filmed than «Slumdog Millionaire» (2008). It’s like millions of Golden Hour pictures, the only difference is that they move! Ah.... the Golden Hour in Slumdog Millionaire. The lens flares. The sunlight.
God. Beautiful beyond belief. And an amazing story on top of it all.
3rd place: Fight Club: (1999) AWESOME Story. Confusing. Exciting, Full of surpises.
Again, love the morals here; doing what you truly want in life, FEELING something rather than just get stuck with a job you don’t even like. Adrenalin runs throughout every second of this movie.
2nd place; «El Laberinto del Fauno» (Pan’s labyrinth - 2006)
Oooooooh I don’t have any wooooords to desribe how GREAT this movie is.
Historical, dreaming, creative - truly a fairtale for adults.
Wonderfully lit. I always wish this movie will never come to an end when I see it.
I’ve always wished Ophelia (main chachertacter) had to go through a million tasks or at least SEVEN instead of three because it’s so utterly exciting and amazing and perfect.
And the outfits and monsters are so perfectly done.
1st place!!; is diveded between to LOVELY, GREAT, astonoshing, jaw dropping, encouraging movies.
«Le fabuleux destin d’Amélie Poulain» (or just; Amélie - 2001)
Beautiful story, beautiful scenes, beautiful music, exciting, Lovely overall green tones in the pictures ah.
My words simply can’t describe the greatness of this movie.
«American Beauty» (1999)
AAAH MY LIFE!!!!! American beauty has changed the way I see the world. I’m not even exaggerating. I always have tears in my eyes when I see scene THIS♥ scene.
It’s fucking amazing.
PS: LION KING is also a good number one. The first watched it, was the first time I went to a cinema - ever. When small things like going to a Cinema felt like walking into a dream.
I get it you understand I love films?:P
and so over to the question; what're your favorite films and.. why? Has anybody ever had their mind/philosophy changed after seeing a movie?
“A one megaton bomb is a medium sized warhead by today’s standards. It’s about 80 times as powerful as the one that destroyed Hiroshima. Exploded in the air over the downtown core on a business day, it would utterly destroy a city. There might be 15 or 20 minutes warning, with no possibility of finding affective shelter. Most people would probably just try to get home to be with their families. Few would make it. Everyone one in the downtown area would be killed instantly—vapourized. The dust that had been buildings, cars, and people, would be sucked up into the mushroom to become fallout. This level of destruction would extend as far as 3 kilometers from the center of the blast. Inner-city residential areas would explode into flames. Cars would melt. In the suburbs paint would burn. Most buildings would be totally destroyed. People would be hurled into the rubble. Even as far away as the distance outskirts, houses would catch fire. Exposed flesh would burn. Anyone looking at the blast would be blinded.”
Isaiah 24:1 “Look, the LORD is ready to devastate the earth and leave it in ruins; he will mar its surface and scatter its inhabitants.”
Utterly privileged, devoid of all responsibilities, She has nothing to do all day but enjoy herself. Hobbies include tormenting the household staff, indulging her fetish for leather, playing with sissy dolls and extreme (often terminal) bondage. Beware.
utterly friendly butterfly ... didn't mind my lens poking him ...the hexagon light reflection on his right eye is from the LED torch I used to brighten his features while he stayed hidden under the leaves. shot with 50 mm and extension tubes
Commentary.
The sun catches the rocky headlands guarding
the entrance to the awesome sea-loch, Loch Hourn.
I was trundling my way across the Sound of Sleat
on my journey from the mainland at Mallaig, to Armadale
on the Sleat Peninsula, part of the wondrous Isle of Skye.
Hourn twists east, then south-east and finally east again, where it narrows to under a quarter of a mile wide,
from a maximum of three miles, at its mouth.
It is not absurd to suggest that this terrain represents one of the wildest, most remote and isolated in Caledonia and the United Kingdom.
To the left (north) is Knoydart, the “Rough Bounds.”
To the right (south) is North Morar ( out of shot.)
Both are only accessible by foot or boat.
There are no metalled roads within an area exceeding a hundred square miles.
They are truly rugged, remote, untamed and aloof to the influence of humanity.
Starkly untouched, rocky, bare but spartanly pristine, unspoiled, natural wildernesses.
Their raw, unsophisticated beauty rakes at your psyche, your soul, your spirit.
But in this “other world” you find your real self because refinement and urbanity has been stripped away
in the face of precipitous rock and mountains like Beinn Sgritheall and Ladhar Bheinn.
This three peaked mountain (two visible), just left of centre is another sentinel, like Sgurr na Ciche, an icon, a landmark for 20-40 miles in all directions, in this land of raw, unbridled beauty.
Even in this shot it lies beyond the southern side of Loch Hourn, twelve miles away in this image.
Should you wish to be “far from the madding crowd,” come here, to the mountains, to the eternal thrones of the Gods.
This is God’s Garden. It is a rocky one. Walk with him.
See your real self in the mountain pool, not the work-place window.
Utterly privileged, devoid of all responsibilities, She has nothing to do all day but enjoy herself. Hobbies include tormenting the household staff, indulging her fetish for leather, playing with sissy dolls and extreme (often terminal) bondage. Beware.
Halfway yesterday through my hike from Monnickendam to Broek in Waterland I came to the utterly quiet, little town of Zuiderwoude, picturesquely situated on the northeast shore of the small Kerk Ae, in fact a widened river. I'd meant to have some tea here, but found no such establishment catering to my desires or indeed to any.
Later I learned that town notable, Abraham Groenewoud (1690-1762), at some point a physician at Broek in Waterland just up the road, also wrote doggerel. One of his pieces is entitled De verloore diamantring, of De verkwistende theedrinkster (='The lost diamond ring, or The squandering teadrinker') (1719). It's a pretty dreadful play of 25 (!) short acts in rhyme berating the then just fashionable ritual of ladies' tea-drinking. One of their salon spilled so much money to indulge that she's had secretly to sell her diamond wedding ring to make good. Of course in the end all is righted and husband and wife are reunited, on her promise never again to pour tea. I myself wouldn't have given up a ring... but I was quite thirsty after my walk; thanks for bottled water.
Sleepy though it is today, Zuiderwoude in the seventeenth and early eighteenth century was prosperous through shipping. Ships with masters from the town plied the Baltic, to Surinam and the eastern Mediterranean. From the latter exploits its inhabitants are said to have been given the nickname of 'Turks'. Amsterdam in due course took over this economy and that of other towns of Waterland relegating them to rural slumber until the advent here of the modern tourist industry during Summer.
The present-day church (1870s) is built on the site of the eleventh-century chapel which was dedicated to St Catharine of Alexandria. The view from the churchyard is of the northern Kerk Ae. Look carefully at the headstones and you will note the peace of dairy farming.
Utterly privileged, devoid of all responsibilities, She has nothing to do all day but enjoy herself. Hobbies include tormenting the household staff, indulging her fetish for leather, playing with sissy dolls and extreme (often terminal) bondage. Beware.
inspired by Daniele Buetti, whose work I utterly adore
"and I know, I know, I know, I know, I know
that I caught your eye
'cuz baby you darling, you darling, oh honey,
you caught mine.
...
and I know, I know, I know, I know, I know
you were burning up inside
because these feelings, these feelings
are so hard to hide."
this week's song: Ben Howard - Move Like You Want
I want to drown in this man's music.
Every single dot in this photo was put there by the tip of my graphic pen.
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