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a few days ago an elephant raid in a local village of Bogra, this man became afraid and climbed up on the bamboo to see the elephant from long distant
These red ants are not afraid to go on the offensive and will attack without hesitation. Here three of them take guard (observe their positioning ! ) as they sense my camera zooming in on them, waving their antennae and baring their sharp fangs! (view large)
(There are some 700 species of ants in India - can anyone help identify this species?)
-Added to theCream of the Crop pool as my personal favorite.
Booth Theatre (Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf?) on Broadway | 222 West 45rd Street / New York, NY | | July 17, 2012
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A SOCIAL OUTCAST.
WHAT CAUSED MARY GILCHRIST'S DEATH?
William Osborne Charged with Manslaughter.
An Idle and Disorderly Person
Death-bed Depositions
An Unfortunate Female
She did not Want him Arrested
"l Provoked him a Great Deal"
The Life She Led
“I Keep Osborne"
She was Afraid of the Man
A Verdict of manslaughter.
A social outcast - a woman who has lived and for some years subsisted on the ill-gotten gains of prostitution, came to a tragic, end in Auckland on January 6. The inquest held by Coroner Gresham this week brought to light an unsavory story full of sordid details, and goes to show what a hapless and degraded shore the "seamy side;" of life is for the creatures who, by force of circumstances, environment, or degenerate inclination are compelled to pass their lives.
On December 20, Dr. Inglis was called to a mean habitation in a poor quarter of the Queen City, occupied by two persons, whom the neighbors knew as Mr and Mrs Osborne. There he found a woman in bed
SUFFERING FROM SEVERE BRUISES
all over the left side of her face; with her front teeth loose and her tongue and Inside cheek both cut and bruised. The woman was Mrs Osborne or Mary Gilchrist. She told the doctor she had words with Osborne and he knocked her down. In addition to these injuries to her head, the woman complained of a pain in the left side, low down on her body. From a cursory examination the doctor concluded it was merely a severe bruise ; he could not distinguish any broken bones. He ordered big bandages and otherwise prescribed for the patient. The doctor saw the woman again on December 24. She said her side was very much better, but she felt very weak.
Replying to a question by the Coroner, Dr. lnglis said the woman, in her conversation, was not exactly vindictive against Osborne, but said he had so ill-treated her that she would in future have nothing more to do with him. On December 23 Osborne was arrested, and on the following day was charged in the Police Court with assaulting the woman Gilchrist, who went by the name of Mrs Osborne. He was further charged with being an idle and disorderly person, without lawful means of support. He pleaded guilty to both charges, and was
SENTENCED TO THREE MONTHS HARD LABOR
on each charge— the sentences to run concurrently.
On the, morning of January 7 the woman died, apparently from hemorrhage of the lungs, and a post mortem was made of the body.
At the inquest, Osborne appeared in custody. He is a sturdily built man of medium height, with pugnacious countenance. He appeared to be about thirty years of age, and was attired as a laboring man. He regarded the proceedings with indifference. Osborne was not represented by counsel, and when asked if he wished to question the various witnesses, replied casually : "No. I've got nothing to ask or say."
Dr. Bull, who made the post mortem examination, deposed to having found the mouth and nose filled with coagulated blood. The eighth and ninth left ribs were found to be fractured about 3in. from the front, and showed signs of mending ; the fractures appeared to have taken place from one to three weeks before death. The fractures were, in his opinion, caused by a blow with, or a fall on, some blunt instrument or projection.
A BLOW FROM A FIST
or a kick could have produced them. Both pleural cavities were completely obliterated by disease. This condition would render the lung more liable to injury from violence. The right lung was also completely destroyed by disease (old pleurisy). The left lung was very congealed, but there was no sign of gross injury, such as tearing or rupture. There were small hemorrhages on the surface of the heart, and in the spleen. These could be caused by violence such as that which broke the ribs. There were
INDICATIONS OF ALCOHOLISM.
The cause of death was syncope, the result, of hemorrhage from the left lung which hemorrhage was accelerated by the same violence which caused the fracture of the ribs. Dr. King, who was called in on the day of deceased's death, agreed with Dr Bull's statement of the effect of the fractured ribs on the woman's condition.
In answer to Sub-Inspector Hendry, who conducted the proceedings for the police, Dr. Inglis stated that on the night of the assault, the woman told him that there was a boarder in the house named Powell. He had been there some time and paid no money. She told him he would have to go unless he paid. Osborne then (according, to the woman's story,) interfered and said Osborne would stay. Words ensued, and Osborne beat her. The doctor said he did not, at the time he saw deceased, consider the injuries sufficiently serious to cause death.
Frederifek Henry Powell, described as a storeman, said he knew Osborne and deceased. He had stayed wtith them for about six weeks. When he went home about 9.30 p.m. on December 20, he discovered deceased lying, fully dressed in the passage in an unconscious condition. Witness then went outside and saw Osbome in the back yard. Osborne was under the influence of liquor, and
SEEMED VERY MUCH UPSET.
Witness asked what was the matter with Mary, and Osborne replied : "She was growling at me. She drove me mad and I knocked her down." Witness left the house shortly after. He could not say what the quarrel was over. Witness saw deceased again next morning. Her face was very much swollen, and she complained of her side being very sore.
To the Sub-Inspector : There must have been several blows to cause the injury witness saw about deceased's face. He had not known of Osborne ever having done any work. Mary Gilchrist did not tell witness how she got the injuries to her side.
To a juryman : He had known of Osborne and Gilchrist having quarrels before. When he spoke to Osborne about beating deceased on the last occasion, Osborne said he was sorry, but what was done could not be undone. Theresa Brown, a married woman and a neighbor, said deceased, whom she knew as Mrs Osborne, had complained of Osborne having kicked her about like a football. She also showed witness her side, saying it was very painful. Deceased's face also was frightfully bruised. She bore all the indications of having been brutally, beaten.
Sergeant Ferguson stated that he saw deceased three days after the assault. When he saw Gilchrist, her face was very much bruised and swollen. She made a statement, in which she said : "Osborne was under the influence of liquor. I provoked him a good deal. I was as much to blame as he was. I don't want the police to arrest him." The woman referred to her immoral mode of living, and went on : “I keep Osborne.
ALL THE MONEY HE GETS I GIVE HIM.
He has earned only about 10s himself for months. We are not married. He just lives with me and I keep him." At this stage, witness said Osborne came into the room. When he came in, deceased shrank back as if afraid of the man. Witness read over what Gilchrist had told him and Osborne remarked, "Yes, that's about right." Osborne admitted causing the injuries the woman was suffering from, and added, casually, "It's done now. It can't be helped." When arrested, Osborne asked to be given a chance, and said he would get out of the place.
The jury returned a verdict that death was due to syncope, caused through hemorrhage of the lungs, the result of violent and brutal treatment at the bands of William Osborne, who did feloniously kill deceased.
Coroner Gresham intimated, that the verdict was tantamount to one of manslaughter.
paperspast.natlib.govt.nz/newspapers/NZTR19110121.2.29
William Osborne does not seem to realise the trouble that he is in & his 6 year old son is called as a witness:
paperspast.natlib.govt.nz/newspapers/NZH19110228.2.106
Accused now seems to realise the seriousness of the charge & pleads “not guilty”:
paperspast.natlib.govt.nz/newspapers/NZH19110302.2.85
The sentence:
paperspast.natlib.govt.nz/newspapers/NZH19110527.2.14
Plot 102: Mary Gilchrist (42) 7/1/1911 – Mrs – Manslaughter
unmarked grave
the assignment: set the timer to 2 seconds, press the shutter button and race (hobble or skip) away from the camera as fast as you can.
It took me at least a second just to stand up.
1. What was your childhood like?
To be honest, it was all wiped away. I have no childhood memories I am afraid, and not much else. Whenever I do, I just hear this ticking noise. All I know is that I was a slave to the Iron Crest Society for my whole life. The man whom which I served is half man, and half machine.
2. If you could go back in time and change one thing, what would it be?
If I could go back, I would like to know my past, or if I am not living, the day of my creation.
3. How much do you weigh?
Humm, not sure? 120 I think, so I guess I am not clockwork, as I fear.
4. Have you ever loved and lost? I'll bet it was your fault, wasn't it? Tsk tsk...
Well, I sort of have a thing for someone, but it was not my place to say anything.
5. What do you do for a living, and why?
As I explained myself earlier, I was a servant/ guard for Iron Crest Society. But one day, it all changed for me. One day, I was guarding the outside gate into a conference. The walls were made of dark cedar and the carpet, a rustic red. A huge window existed as the far wall of the never-ending hallway. It went in a circle so it had nor beginning nor an end. A younger man appeared out of the thin air. He was dressed in a long leather coat, top hat with small metal trinkets, as for a detailed eyepiece. Bets and straps were strung across his body. He then murmured into my ear if I wanted to escape from this life.
Alarmed I almost shot him, but somehow I did not. the mysterious stranger pushed my weapon down with his hands, concealed by warn black leather gloves. He then oddly smiled at me. “Meet me inside the clock tower in the city square if you want to be free.”
“But, that is impossible. I’d need to fly.” He hushed me putting a finger to my lips. That tower was extended high above with no way to get inside for a few stories.
“Now that is better.” He flicked his head to look over his shoulder. My guess, he heard something. He gazed back at me and whispered. “I’ll give you wings.”
He took a step back and as I looked away he vanished. And that was that. To make things shorter, I was able to meet him there. Behind the clocks face in the dim light, I was told of a plan. “These walls encase the secrets to hop through different worlds. All you need are the keys to open them.” He told me in the darkness. The huge gears ticking radically. “If you help me gather the other keys, I will promise no one will ever find you and your freedom secure.”
It took me a great deal of time to think, but I accepted his offer. So that is what I am doing now, searing this world for the key that lies hidden here. But to this day, he has not told me his name. He always changed the subject or told me to leave by the menschen of it.
6. What kind of music do you listen to? Do you play any instruments? If so, which ones?
(What music genre is considered steampunk?)
7. How old are you?
17
8. What is the most annoying thing in the world?
Feeling sensations like something is familiar but having no recollection from where it came from.
9. What is your favorite word?
Burn it up. I do not know, it is just something I say.
10. Do you have any interesting hobbies?
Finding the other keys, I guess. It is now my life.
11. What's the most romantic thing anyone has ever done for you...?
Uh well… it is complicated. I cannot tell whether my new boss is fond of me or not. he can be so open one moment, then closed shut the next. I guess that is what I like about him, he keeps me hanging. I guess that isn’t a good thing?
12. Everyone has an adrenaline fix, what's yours?
Flying. I remember the first night that stranger gave me my wings. Golden wings they were. But once I got the hang of it, the feeling literally swept me right off my feet.
13. What do you do to relax at the end of a long day?
If I can, I love to read some classic literature. It fascinates my mind.
14. Do you have any obsessions?
Yes, when a clock isn’t set right it bugs me like sick!
15. What is your nationality?
Harth, is the country I was from back home. But since I do not remember, I have not a clue.
16. What languages can you speak?
Katan (our universal language back at home) and I was able to pick up English pretty quickly.
17. If you could own ANY animal in the world as a pet, what would it be?
I always found the steam powered spiders kind of cute.
18. What do others think your best quality is?
I am not exactly sure. What I do know I am quick on my feet, can shoot dead on, and am kind of a klutz at flying. I still need to work on that.
19. Who do you consider to be your hero?
I guess the mysterious stranger who gave me freedom. I do not know of anyone else I would call hero? That word means a lot or someone special.
20. Have you ever been in a fight? Did you win?
A few. Back when I was a servant/ bodyguard for my master, I ran into more than my share of thieves and assassins. I am ashamed to say they do get away time to time. I am not perfect.
21. What's a random thing you find yourself doing every day?
Thinking allowed. You can easily find me muttering under my breath as I observe a situation.
22. SPEED FAVORITES GO! Book, Movie, Game, Food, Drink, Color!?
The Seven Keys of Flight, by Millis Mildred. I have not seen many movies in this world to have a favorite I am sorry. But the images moving on the screen are most intriguing. White cheese, lemon juice, and I love anything silver.
23. Where is your house located and what is it like? Do you live alone or does someone live with you?
I am currently on the move for that one man. I need to give him a nickname of sort… I do not really have a home for now. I just know that he lives in a secret part of that clock tower.
24. What is the most sentimental thing you own and why?
I am not sure. As I said, my memories are slim. I guess my wings. Though, if I had a true friendship, that would be the most sentimental thing to me.
25. Are you in a relationship? How's it working out for you?
No, and I do not know…
26. What's the worst you've ever been injured or sick?
There was a break in. They were all armed heavily. I fended them off the best I could in that menschen just long enough for my master to escape. But after that, I couldn’t stand. Parts of legs had to be replacing under my flesh.
27. What scares you the most?
My past. I have not a clue who I was?
28. Something random about you that people don't know?
Look, I do not have any dark secrets. All of which I said is what I know.
29. Do you have any pets?
No I do not.
30. What did you think of this interview?
Strange, but not too bad
Please comment on what you think! This is an old tag but it is fun to do again and a gain so if you want to, i tag you! ;D
If you want me to do more of these let me know ok? ;)
These were dogs that I photographed during Nikki and Jonathan's engagement shoot. I loved them!!!
The little black dog on the right was super afraid of the sound of a camera, so we had to trick her a little bit. :) This was one of the only shots where we had her looking at the camera and not trying to run away.
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It was kinda creepy at night because it was so quiet that when the ice machine made a strange rumbling groaning sound, me and my friend kinda freaked.
I said there was a dead body in it. I actually have no idea!
This is kind of funny as I was alone in the lobby later, in the middle of the night, using the iMac there, and overheard the nightshift security/front desk guys discuss all the times they'd witnessed a person die.
Pretty morbid, disturbing stuff, huh?
I couldn't help but listen in.
As expected for the late hour, conversation took a rather x-rated turn and soon tales of disturbing encounters and experiments with a certain body part made me rather uncomfortable and I quietly left the lobby and hurried to my room.
Anyway, while still in the freaked out, self-induced suspenseful mood, I took this picture in the bathroom closet area.
model: Bridgit
alone and afraid.....
she holds on tight.
gripping at anything she can.
only if u could here...the sounds
and the smells
through a picture that'd be just great.
ill try to explain
the loud voices in the other room
the smell of alcohol in the next room
the smell of air freshner in the
restroom...
the smell of the rain and fresh air
as i open a window.
He is already afraid of the camera, My Son and Wife were playing with camera and they took this shot
The deer on the Ridgefield Wildlife Refuge are so used to people that I wonder if they would survive very long of off the refuge.
"Change, it is inevitable, but the most nerve-wrecking thing in the world. Being afraid of it is being afraid of life itself because that is what life is, passing moments of change. Every single thing changes. I’m starting to think i might be a control freak. I avoid situations in which i cannot have an easy escape when my anxiety gets the worst of me. I really hate it. I had so many dreams and ambitions, this is not where i thought i would be at this point of time. I haven’t accomplished anything and have been sitting in this exact place for the last 3 years. It’s like im in this crazy loop hole and when i finally get the courage and do something about it, within a few days, the fear creeps back up. nags me and makes me feel hopeless again. Its like living up to that old saying “you can’t miss what you never had”, fearing that the day i will get it, ill soon lose it only to be in an even worse predicament of grievance and misery. I know it sounds insane but hell, its how i feel at the moment. I have to stop being afraid of such ridiculous things because deep down i know this isnt the path i choose for myself and giving so much energy to such negative thinking is merely a waste of life."
- Treehugger_pe, www.43things.com
I am afraid that the white balance i settled on makes it look a little too point-and-shoot-ish.
Any suggestions or opinions on how this could look more polished and 'pro' (whatever that means to you) would be greatly appreciated.
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Small Birds take some rest from long flying...
My Baby :- 400D
Exposure:0.006 sec (1/160)
Aperture:f/8
Focal Length:300 mm
ISO Speed:100
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This is a picture of a young lad of Essex's regiment waiting for his sergeant and a small tour party without gas masks in the trench experience at Dover Castle Kent while snipers were firing and clods of earth came sailing over with if you are able to look carefully you will see around him the light shape of two head stones that I took today of a young lad 29478 private Stanley LYFORD PRIOR Hampshire Regiment who died 1st November 1916 age 18 from wounds received 12th October at the Somme and who is buried on a hill in Easthampstead at St. Michael and St. Mary Magdalene's Church Berkshire
Today tuesday 17/06/2008 is also the 110th birthday of Harry Patch (born June 17 1898 in Combe Down Somerset) the second-oldest man in the UK and one of three surviving British veterans of the First World War still living in the country.
Harry is also the last surviving Tommy to have faced combat and following the death of Lazare Ponticelli, he is the last serviceman in the world to have fought in the trenches of the Great War in the Western Front.