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Die SBB Re 620 043 alias Re 6/6 11643 fuhrt ein schöne Kesselwagenzug aus Birsfelden nach Niederglatt durch das Landschaft bei Etzgen, an die Strecke Laufenburg - Koblenz.
model: Nadia/ alias Bargaggina
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Si il fuoco non è perfetto, si la luce non è perfetta ma chi se ne frega se i suoi occhi riescono a comunicare l'impossibile...
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Name: Garth Mercer
Alias: Echo
Age: 13
Allegiance: PARADOX Task Force
Powers: emits high pitched screeches, limited audiokinesis ( able to conjure and control sound)
Garth, along with his older brother Elliott, were notorious criminals in Nathaniel Taylors hometown, the two of them singlehandedly ran the inner city with their combined powers. With their attacks becoming more frequent and even more violent, PARADOX stepped in and took them into custody, a prospect that neither of them were none too happy with, they wouldn't have to unhappy for very long though.
With the retrieval of Shawn Milton (Revenant) becoming increasingly important, and Nate not having nearly enough backup to take him on, it was decided that deal would (at least try to) be struck. The brothers powers would be incredibly useful in the rescue efforts, so if they agreed to help with the mission, they would be released. Garths ability to emit
high picthed screeches would enable the team to hit Shawn from further away so as to not get too close and fall victim to his powers. The brothers agreed to help.
They, along with Nate and two other heroes, located and brought Shawn into PARADOX custody. As per the agreement, the brothers were free to go, however, having taken a liking to Nate, they decided to stick around and help him.
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Fredrick ‘Mickey’ Hill said killed by masked policemen
www.jamaicaobserver.com/news/McNeill--JFJ-call-for-invest...
A very sad but common story in Jamaica, about the killing of a young man name Sonnieko Williams by the Jamaican Police. The article was written by someone making a concern appeal for help on Facebook.
The last time we spoke, Sonnieko told me that he wanted to go down to Pulse and see if he could become a model. He asked me if i had a link.
He had been doing menial jobs to send himself to school since he was 9 years old. At 20, we were having our final conversation as we both walked off the hill. He had been heading to Heart Trust NTA to register for school which was to begin for him in January where he was to pursue his talent in the culinary arts.
The first few times i encountered Sonnieko, it was because he would hail me by name long before I knew his. "Wahgwaan (My Name)" he would say to me and i would acknowledge him, but i remember asking few people around me repeatedly' "Who is that youth; he always calls me by name and i dont even know him." Eventually i came to understand that he worked for a prominent family on the hill, doing odd jobs in the yard.
Other than his vibrant smile and his consistent hail, Sonnieko never had much to say. He was a great listener; a young man who was only a few steps from greatness. There is not one member of the community of Skyline Drive who did not love him; including those who did not know him well.
Skyline Drive is divided by a chasm which was created in heavy rains many years ago. As a result, through way traffic has come to a halt on this hill. The only vehicles that drive here belong to persons that live here or visitors of persons that live here.
A half hour before his death, his friends who were on my side of the chasm called him and told him to forward and linkup. He had told them he was stewing a pot; indulging in the one thing which would have freed him in life; his desire to feed people. His friends on his side of the chasm told me that he had then finished making breakfast, from which some of them had eaten.
There is a wanted man who lives in Jacks Hill. I will not disclose his alias. Apparently the police received intelligence that this particular wanted man had ventured out and was headed toward the chasm. Whomever called the police also stated that the wanted man had been dressed in a grey hoodie.
Hoodie's are commonplace dress on Skyline Drive. Not only because of threat of Tomas, but because the weather here on any normal day is a bit chilly. Sonnieko ventured out of his house to go meet up with his friends. He passed a crowd of people by the corner shop who he greeted cheerfully. He had a small comb in the front of his hair as he usually did, and was wearing a grey hoodie.
Having left the shop he continued down the road.
Maybe thirty seconds later persons at the shop saw one police van come hurtling around the corner skidding in the mud as they went. On the other side of the chasm, two police vans parked and officers dressed completely in blue with knee guards on scampered into Rita Marley's front garden, which is the only way to get to the other side.
Unawares, Sonnieko kept walking toward the chasm.
Sitting in my house, on my side of the chasm, I heard four gunshots. I wondered to myself who could possibly be shooting on the hill. As soon as that thought was completed i heard six more shots fired, and then another five, the last five sounding like that of a heavier firearm and the first ten sounding like those of smaller arms.
I called a friend of mine who lives across the chasm, and he told me that he had been further up the road, but that he had seen some police vehicles pass him. He said when they passed him they slowed beside him and he heard one of them say, " No anno him dat"
I put on my shoes and went next door to the music studio where I spoke with the producer who said he had heard nothing. Continuing outside i reached up onto the road to see a police van speeding down the road. The other was sitting at the edge of the chasm, still throttling, with no-one in it. A policeman shouted: "We kill one a dem, and we not makin the rest of them get weh!" A group of police then walked out of Rita's garden into their vehicles and drove away.
I walked through the garden.
The last time i saw Sonnieko, I was walking through the garden. My head was down as i was carefully observing the (treacherous when wet) terrain. Hearing footsteps i lifted my head to see Sonnieko walking toward me. He broke into a smile. With an outstretched hand he said' "Wah Gwaan (My Name)!" I replied, "Big up youself mi yout" He said, "Dont say a word" and continued along as i went on my way.
When i got to the other side of the garden, I walked around the first bend in the road and saw a group of people up ahead. They were gathering around a particular area. As i got closer, i saw a small pink comb with blood and brain marrow spattered across and around it. There were two feet of blue slippers as well with blood dribbled across them.
I got there just in time to see his mother come running out of her house and down the road from the other direction headed toward the crowd. She screamed at the crowd asking them: "Who see dem!" Who see!" "Nobody dont see mama", was the reply. She crumbled into a heaving heap, with a cry that cut the sky open.
The rain began to fall. The people wished Tomas had come. If Tomas had come, someone said; this would never happen.
The friend i called who had seen the police pass up the road was there, dressed also in a hoodie. His hoodie though was black.
After shooting the innocent 20 yr old whom they had mistaken for someone who did not even slightly fit his description, they scooped up his remains and drove hastily out of the community, pointing their guns in the direction of persons who stuck their heads out of their homes hoping to figure out what had just happened.
I gave my tv away one month before World Cup. I do not own a radio. Some persons wonder why and have asked me. Hopefully the following paragraph will tell why.
Four new police vehicles arrived on the scene of the crime, cordoned off the area and began to take pictures. They told the community members that they received a report that the team who had been there earlier were doing a patrol through the hill, came upon a group of men and came under heavy gunfire. Does this sound too familiar? When i found myself speaking to these new officers, their response to me was to ask me if it does not seem illogical that the highly trained police would just drive up and shoot an innocent man; i told them that was exactly the point of what took place. They told me not to swear his innocence. They told me that I am not with this young man every minute of the day and therefore can not state that he did not have a gun on him. I told them that in as much as they were asking me to be objective in my assesment, they should be objective enough in theirs to also accept the possibility that my friend, Sonnieko was killed in cold blood..
CVM arrived on the scene but not on the side of the chasm where the people were. The police had cordoned off the road and would not allow the media to cross the crime scene. I wonder what the news report on CVM will say tonight.
Even more so, i wonder if justice will come to this humble family of the hills who have done nothing but respect each other and their community, and occasionally wear grey hoodie's when going to look for a friend.
It could very well have been me, coming home from a trip to the corner shop. I too own a hoodie. But that day, maybe my life would have been saved as my hoodie is brown. But maybe if I had seen Sonnieko at the shop, as is typical I would have told him to wait on me, and together we would have been walking back around. And I am sure the story would have been that two cronies were killed. I almost wish I was among the dead, so persons could clearly see that someone they knew well had been killed as well. Someone who more persons of in positions of power could vouch for in a personal way. Some have been heard to be saying that my story is one side of the story. I know Sonnieko. Maybe if they killed me too, some of you would take another look at this case.
After a trip to Maddens Funeral Home, Sonnieko's mother found that he had recieved three shots. Two to his back, and one to his head. The shot that hit him in the head from the back pushed his forehead out of his body just above his eye.
The family needs a lawyer to represent their case. They CAN NOT afford one. If anyone in such capacity has read this letter and is moved to acting, whether through funding the process or giving legal aid pro-bono. Please. Contact me.
Let it not be said that this is a moving story. Let it be said that this was a spark, and that cumulatively we began a fire that forever changed the course of our nation’s history. Without that, this story would not have been moving, nor would it have moved anything or anyone into action.
I WRITE THESE NOTES FULLY COGNIZANT THAT MY ACTIONS COULD MAKE ME A TARGET. I HOWEVER AM WILLING TO STAND FOR CHANGE.
The bigger issue is that, by law, when the police shoot someone, they are supposed to carry them to hospital immediately. There was no crime scene cordoned off immediately with police left on scene. Due to this, considering the fact that when the investigating officers arrived on scene they told the community that they were informed that the unit had been fired upon, i surmise a gun will be produced. I also surmise that the gun will have Sonnieko's fingerprints on it, probably placed there on the journey from the hill to KPH, by putting his dead hands on to the gun.
Sonnieko died for a reason. He died because he has the right friends, in the right positions of power, and with the ability to make things happen. The bigger issue is that the system is designed to accomodate the possiblity of corruption in the JCF. This system is the (My Name)e system which has caused the unlawful deaths for numerous youths across the island, none of whom had the voice to speak for them after their passing.
Sonnieko's death was not just an isolated unlawful act. It is the product of a flawed system of justice, or might i say a perfected system of injustice, which allows officers of the (law) to cover their tracks when they make poor judgement and without accosting their victims, murder them from many metres away.
Sonnieko's death is a spark. We are the fire. We must be the change that will affect the history of our island going forward. I knew Sonnieko was destined for greatness. There could be no greater outcome than this, for Sonnieko's passing. Let us unite to achieve this end.
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"The single most important component of a camera os the 12 inches behind it."
Ansel Adams
Since I bought my camera I have been hearing the camera has not got an anti-aliasing filter and It creates a moire effect.
Moire or not I think the images come out "banging"
Karpet Hijauku Belum Tumbuh :( Tetapi Ular Macan dan Wallpaper Alam Pagi Menghiburku :) ketika karpet hijau alam masih malu untuk tubuh, tetap saja ular Macan alias KA Lodaya Pagi dengan CC 204 26 dan wallpaper alam pagi khas alam Haurpugur mengindahkan hari :D
Taken on 17-6-2012
A block of flats in the West Coast Area of Singapore last month. Was the first and so far only time I had to deal with serious moire effects (in the three stairwells). Couldnt remove entirely. Its another tradeoff of the leica m9, it sacrifices the AA filter to improve sharpness at the risk of moire/aliasing artifacts.
edit: moire situation much improved thanks to Nathij below.
Leica M9 + Leica Summicron-m 28mm f/2 ASPH
@ 1/250s, ISO 160, f/8
Recommend you click to view the larger size.
painted alongside Lovepusher's Mbyte alias. Really enjoyable day. Crazy amount of rain every few minutes. Nearly broke our spirit too, but we soldiered on & managed to end up liking both pieces. Only wish the weather had been nice, then we'd have come off better I reckon
French postcard by CE - Cinémagazine Selection, Paris, no. 2040. Photo: Les Films Paramount.
Jeanne Boitel (1904-1987) was a French film actress, who was a star in the 1930s. She refused to act in films during the Occupation and distinguished herself in the Resistance during World War II, using the surname of Mozart. She met Jacques Jaujard during her resistance activities in the war and married him.
Jeanne Marie Andrée Boitel was born in Paris in 1904. Boitel had a passion for the theatre - she was on stage from the age of 19 - and studied at the Paris Conservatoire, graduating in 1924. After a fine start in her career as a stage actress, her beauty and singing talent were discovered by film directors. She made her first film in Berlin, Le petit écart/The small gap (1932), co-directed by Henri Chomette, René Clair's older brother, and the German actor and filmmaker Reinhold Schünzel. Her partner was Pierre Richard-Willm, whom she reunited with in Un soir au front/One Evening at the Front (Alexandre Ryder, 1931) based on the play by Belgian playwright Henri Kistemaeckers. She played a young woman in Alsace, still annexed to the German Empire, who saves and loves a French officer but remains faithful to her German husband. That same year, she starred opposite Victor Francen, the loyal servant of the Duke of Reichstadt, in L'aiglon/The Eagle (Victor Tourjansky, 1931) written by Edmond Rostand. She ended the year with boulevard comedies, including L'amoureuse aventure/Amorous Adventure (Wilhelm Thiele, 1931) starring Albert Préjean. The year 1932 remained just as active with Chotard et Cie/Chotard and Company (Jean Renoir', 1934), in which Fernand Charpin prevents his daughter's marriage to a budding writer, and Trois pour cent/Three per cent (Jean Dréville, 1934), in which the parents of a poor young man prevent his marriage to a rich girl! She reunited with Reinhold Schünzel in Berlin for Les dieux s'amusent/The gods at play (Reinhold Schünzel, Albert Valentin, 1934), a musical based on Greek mythology, in which Jeanne was a very pretty Alcmène, wife of Amphitryon, alias Henri Garat. She was also very convincing as Madame de Pompadour in Sacha Guitry's Remontons les Champs-Élysées/Let's Go Up the Champs-Élysées (1938). During the 1930s, she made around thirty films and worked with some of the biggest names in French cinema. Her natural distinction destined her - and confined her - to the role of a refined grande dame.
After the Occupation, Jeanne Boitel refused to compromise with the Germans, who controlled all cinema from 1940 to 1944, and returned to her original passion for theatre while working for the Resistance. Through her involvement in the Resistance, she met Jacques Jaujard, curator of the Louvre Museum. Under the code name of "Mozart", she was sent to him to inventory and discuss the fate of the works he had hidden. They fell in love and married after the war, following Jaujard's divorce. After the war, Jeanne Boitel became a Sociétaire of the Comédie-Française. She considered herself too old to resume her film career where she had left off. She remained at the Comédie Française from 1948 to 1973. In 1954, she made a modest return to the cinema for Sacha Guitry. He had directed her in Remontons les Champs-Élysées before the war and had fond memories of her. He courted her and finally persuaded her to take the part of Madame de Sévigné in the film Si Versailles m'était conté (Sacha Guitry, 1953), followed by roles as the Duchesse de Dino in Napoléon (Sacha Guitry, 1954) with Raymond Pellegrin in the title role, before playing Sarah Bernhardt in Si Paris m'était conté (Sacha Guitry, 1955). Her last screen appearance was as Madame Maigre in Maigret Tend un piège (Jean Delannoy, 1957), alongside Jean Gabin as George Simenon's famous police detective. This role brought her lasting fame, as for a long time she was the only Madame Maigret in cinema. After one last small role in the television series Le neveu d'Amérique (1973), she retired from acting at the age of 70. Her courage during the Resistance earned her the Croix de Guerre, the Rosette de la Résistance and the Légion d'Honneur. Jeanne Boitel passed away in 1987 in her hometown Paris at the age of 83. She had a son with Jacques Jaujard, François-Xavier Jaujard (1946-1996), a translator and publisher.
Sources - French), Wikipedia (French and English) and IMDb.
And, please check out our blog European Film Star Postcards.
Particle man, particle man
Doing the things a particle can
What's he like? its not important
Particle man
Is he a dot, or is he a speck?
When he's underwater does he get wet?
Or does the water get him instead?
Nobody knows, particle man
Triangle man, triangle man
Triangle man hates particle man
They have a fight, triangle wins
Triangle man
Universe man, universe man
Size of the entire universe man
Usually kind to smaller man
Universe man
He's got a watch with a minute hand,
Millenium hand and an eon hand
When they meet it's a happy land
Powerful man, universe man
Person man, person man
Hit on the head with a frying pan
Lives his life in a garbage can
Person man
Is he depressed or is he a mess?
Does he feel totally worthless?
Who came up with person man?
Degraded man, person man
Triangle man, triangle man
Triangle man hates person man
They have a fight, triangle wins
Triangle man
They Might Be Giants
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Alias · Bill Frisell from Unspeakable
Avant le début des concerts/Before concerts started
Binic, Côtes d'Armor
Bretagne, France
Festival Folk and Blues
Nikon F801S
50mm 1,8 AFD
Fuji Xtra 400 converted in BW
Scan Epson V370
Thanks to Studio André, Morlaix for C41 process.
St Vedast alias Foster, Foster Lane, London
Photogravure from Wonderful London by St John Adcock, 1922.
Huddled at the east end of St Paul's cathedral, across the road to St Augustine Watling Street, St Vedast is one of my favourites of all the City of London churches, especially of the smaller ones. It is one of those City churches which has no real reason for existing - indeed, it nearly didn't. There are no resident parishioners, it has no particular splendour or historical significance. It is small enough to almost disappear behind the shopping temples of modern Cheapside. Perhaps that is why I love it so much.
St Vedast was a Bishop of Arras in Picardy whose cult was popular in the 13th Century. Probably, there were merchants from Flanders in this part of Cheapside who dedicated the church to him. His name was corrupted into English as St Forster or St Foster, and although the church is ordinarily dedicated to St Vedast these days thanks to the medieval enthusiasms of the Victorians, it still sits on Foster Lane.
The church is one of a jigsaw of little churches around St Paul's, their ingenious spires intended by Wren and Hawksmoor to emphasise the sheer bulk of the cathedral dome. In fact, St Vedast was almost not part of this puzzle. After the Great Fire, the energetic parish got to rebuilding its church against its old tower independently on the lines of the old one, and it wasn't until as late as 1695 that the Wren workshop came along, pulled it down and put up a new church, drawing the north aisle into a widened nave and leaving the south aisle towards Cheapside. The tower and steeple at the west end of the aisle was the final touch, erected about 1710 to Hawksmoor's design. As Pevsner says, it is the most baroque of all the City steeples. It was, however, the Wren church that came in at the cheapest price, which may be explained when you know that restoration work in the 1990s revealed much of the outer walls to be medieval in construction. Wren had reused the shell of the old church.
In 1919, St Vedast was one of 19 City churches selected for demolition by the Diocese of London's City of London Churches Committee. The plan was to sell off the land and use the money to build churches in the north-western suburbs. The church, measuring only 23 yards by 17 yards, would perhaps not have provided a fortune, especially as it was hoped that the tower would be kept.
Ewan Christian had reordered the interior quietly in the 1880s, leaving alone the 17th Century reredos and communion table, which everyone seems to have admired: the table supported by caryatid saints, the reredos an ordered but complicated array of Corinthian pilasters, flowers, fruit, mitres, flaming torches, putti musicanti, and a pelican in her piety over and around the four tables of the Creed, the Commandments and the Paternoster, wrote Wayland Young. There was a west gallery - Christian moved the organ out of it into the south side of the chancel - and a royal arms on the north wall. Margaret Tabor, writing in 1917, was struck by the large number of old monuments, none of them of very great interest.
This, then, was the church which was destroyed by incendiaries and high explosives on the night of Sunday 29th December 1940. The London Blitz had the two-fold effect of ridding the Diocese of more churches than it had originally planned to demolish, and also completely reducing the value of City land for a generation to come. When the dust settled, it was decided that St Vedast would after all be one of the churches to be repaired and restored - St Augustine Watling Street across the road would only be kept as a tower, to be worked into the replacement choir school. St Vedast was never a major City church, and perhaps the architect chosen for the job was secretly glad that he could get on without too much interference or noise from those keeping a beady eye on the likes of St Bride and St Mary le Bow.
He was Stephen Dykes Bower, the last of the unrepentant Gothicists. In his 1994 obituary in the Times, Stephen James described Dykes Bower as a devoted and determined champion of the Gothic Revival style through its most unpopular years. He rejected modernism and continued traditions from the late Victorian period, emphasising fine detail, craftsmanship and bright colour. It is also worth recalling what Pevsner had written about Dykes Bower's restoration of the great church of St Nicholas at Great Yarmouth in Norfolk, similarly destroyed in the Blitz: What an opportunity was lost! What thrilling things might have been done inside! A modern interior, airy, noble, of fine materials could have arisen to affirm the vitality of C20 church architecture inside the C13 walls. How defeatist does the imitation-Gothic interior appear, once this has been realized!
In the early 1960s, Dykes Bower reimagined St Vedast as a college chapel. The seating, with rests, faces inwards across a mosaic-tiled floor. All memorials, some of which came from churches of parishes subsumed into that of St Vedast, were relegated to the south aisle, which is screened off from the nave, access only possible at the eastern end. The glass is by Brian Thomas, who had worked successfully with Dykes Bower at Great Yarmouth and other places. Everything is of the highest quality. Not all the furnishings are to Dykes Bower's design. The 17th Century reredos from St Christopher le Stocks, which had been taken by Ernest Geldart to Great Burstead in Essex, was brought back to London and installed here.
Despite Dykes Bower's reactionary enthusiasm for the past, there is a Festival of Britain jollity to the interior - prayerful, yes, but also with that confidence of the post-war years. It is a thrilling interior, perfect for music-led worship, especially candle-lit on a winter evening. And Dykes Bower has been proved right, of course. His reinvented interiors here, and at Great Yarmouth, and especially at St Edmundsbury Cathedral are perfectly suited to quiet 21st Century Anglican worship.
(c) Simon Knott, December 2015
Song: Yeha-Noha (Wishes of Happiness and Prosperity). Recorded by the German musical project called Sacred Spirit in 1995; from the album Chants and Dances of the Native Americans; sung by the late Navajo Indian elder Kee Chee Jake, from Chinle, Arizona.
Yeha-Noha (Wishes of Happiness and Prosperity) is available from iTunes and in various versions from Amazon.
I really have no idea what I'm doing, but I do enjoy playing around with time lapse video. This is 90 minutes of video compressed into 57 seconds.
Press "L" if you wish to view on black and click on "HD" if you want high definition.
Edited using Vegas Pro10.
It was time to visit Koh Lanta Animal Welfare
and do some donation photos for them. LAW is a non-profit organization, which receives no funding for they work, other than your donations and the profits from the Time for Lime restaurant and cooking school. They been doing so brilliant work on Koh Lanta and nearby islands making it also more comfortable holiday paradise having more healthy animals on the island and keeping animal population in control by they sterilization project.
Patrick alias Patu is one of those lucky ones who got adopted already, but is now waiting someone to flight him his forever home. If you happen to travel Koh Lanta, please check out they flight volunteer project. It's easier than you think and free for you.
www.lantaanimalwelfare.com/how-you-can-help/become-a-flig...
Iglesia Cristo Rey, Santa Fe (NM) (antes del casamiento, before the wedding)
El Sábado, dos grandes amigos (Janine y Rolando) se casaron en esta iglesia. La ceremonia estuvo genial, mitad en castellano y mitad en inglés.
Yesterday two great friends (Janine and Rolando) got married. The ceremony was beautiful, half in english, half in spanish.