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Number 8642 White-tailed Deer (Mary Doe) is under Woods arrest. She ventured into the backyards to eat all the hasta and other flowers. If you see her in your backyard, call the authorities to report parole violation. Green Lane Park, Montgomery, PA.
I was walking down the street when I saw this scene. Just had the time to make a few shots before a cup told me to get lost. I obliged promptly.
i still dont know why those guys were arrested.
Los Angeles, 2021
"There's always money in the banana stand!"
(Yes, it's totally dumb, but I was obsessed to wear this dancing banana costume! Sorry to those of you who have no clue where the reference quote comes from.)
As M30128 approached us with law enforcement painted 3194 in the lead, the sun went into hiding on the Virginia side of the river as if on cue. Not the end of the world here, as the light hadn't fully swung to the side yet anyway. I set up expecting a more head-on view of them on the furthest main, which is the normal routing for freights in either direction to stay out of Amtrak and VRE's way. However, the dispatcher routed them down Main 3 to get a hot I031 past them. Had to scramble a bit to ensure none of the myriad tie piles blocked my view!
"Begin at the beginning and go on till you come to the end; then stop."
Lewis Carroll
There's a lovely patch of Sweet Pea flowers that grow in our neighborhood. Fortunately the plant loves to spread its wealth by sliding under the fence. Then yours truly has the opportunity each year to collect a few delightful specimens. When capturing images of the flowers in ice, I noticed the beginning of a new bud.
Tonight's Net Flicks upload finds former Aeronavle Fouga CM.175 Zephyr No.4 on display at Grimbergen Airfield, Belgium
The Zephyr was the navalised version of Fouga's Magister
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behold the Michigan lily .. I dare anyone to see these in bloom and keep walking on by. I'm detained every time.
Arresting on their own, and even more precious for the fact that they only bloom for a week.
This week.
Kuwaitits staged a peaceful demonstration Sunday night at a public square opposite the State Security Building in South Surra due to the arrest of their kinsman and former lawmaker Dr Daifallah Bouramiya, who was detained Thursday for criticizing a ruling family member.
She had been joyriding about town in her new car..because after all, it flies. She didn't actually think anyone would care if she just happened to forget wearing a shirt because it's Laeta. It wasn't until she was surrounded by troopers on hoverbikes she realized she might be in trouble as they force her to land.
"Miss Elytis, please step out of the car." She hears the voice behind her.
The redhead gives her typical cocky reply with a laugh "And do what..?
Houses such as this one have fascinated me as far back as my memory reaches. I absolutely love the thought of haunted houses, or at least places that appear to be haunted. Dark, foreboding, unapproachable. The type of places that have a bad vibe, that people avoid. For me the most dramatic examples are century homes, usually dating back to the Victorian era. Just something about finding these old survivors within the context of the modern era. Glimpses into the past when places like this were the norm rather than the exception. They have a wonderful sense of presence about them. It's often the architectural style enhanced by the locale or setting. This house checked all of those boxes for me, with the added bonus of overgrowth and an old iron fence out front. No need for Halloween decorations here. Fake tomb stones, skeletons, zombies and the like would have detracted more than added. Every single nuance of Halloween is on full display here year round. It's actually a beautiful house in real life, and I silently applaud the owners (stewards really) for not screwing up the historic patina. The stagecraft of photography enhances my ability to convey my vision. Light and shadow tend to play heavily into such things. These are all things I've learned in adulthood. But the underlying attraction has been there since childhood and will never leave me.
These were inspired by the Cantwell class Arrestor cruiser seen in Andor, the TIE Arrestor is an Imperial starfighter with two powerful tractor beam emitter dishes. It can be deployed to intercept, disable and tow Rebel starfighters suspected of stealing Imperial technology. It can also be used to capture Rebel personnel wanted for questioning.
This Imperial squadron has a purple accent colour, suggested by lamborghiniwafflesauce as the nemesis for Teal Squadron – the Imperial squadron leader’s TIE Arrestor is the one with more purple on it.
Thanks to Inthert for inspiration for the round cockpit design, who in turn was inspired TWP.
Whilst I was editing up the shots of Amy, it was this one that I got lost in. If you get to see it bigger you can see that, plain as day, I'm totally evident and obvious in the reflection in her eyes. They're like glass. Except that makes them sound cold and hard, when in fact they're warm and inviting and capable of totally riveting you to the spot. I make no bones about it, any woman with eyes like this, has me hook line and sinker. End of chat.
Totally looking forward to shooting with her again, and to try and play on the ideas going on here. I promise not to gush and rave about her too much... ;-)
I'm losing hope
I tell you baby I'm going under
I can't help that you set my soul
On fire living under your command
Can't get enough
My heart is rippling, rolling like thunder
I can't help that I'm laying on the table
While my life is in your hands
You say that you can save me
But it's all part of your plan
But it hurts so good when you cut me open
Taken my heart and made me heartbroken
It's a ghost town here up in my chest
I'm going into cardiac arrest
(Ooh whoa oh) yeah you got me
(Ooh whoa oh) yeah you got me
(Ooh whoa oh) yeah you got me
Going into cardiac arrest
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Found on Castel Wachsenburg nearly Arnstadt. Good girls go to heaven. Bad girls to here? ;-). I think, was for bad men also.
I couldn't really tell how the cops decided who to cuff and who to just confiscate alcohol from. The rules are: you can't walk around with an open container on the street or sidewalk. Some people just had to dump the beer, while this girl was cuffed, searched, and taken away.
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In December 1998, to mark the Centenary of the Murder in line of duty of Constable Thomas KIng, at Northern Constabulary Headquarters, a new memorial plaque for Constable King was unveiled by Dr John Mann, great great grandson of PC King, and Councillor Major Nigel Graham, Chairman of the Northern Joint Police Committee.
Pictured here (L-R) are Northern Constabulary Historian (then Constable) David Conner, Major Graham, and Constable Malcolm Taylor, Boat of Garten (dressed in turn-of-the-century uniform of Inverness-shire Constabulary ).
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There follows a report on the event produced by me at the time:-
Abernethy Cemetery is a lonely but peaceful place, lying in beautiful Strathspey - the wide valley of the famous River Spey, one of Scotland's most renowned salmon rivers. Abernethy is a rural parish including the village of Nethybridge, some four miles from the Victorian resort of Grantown on Spey.
On Sunday 20 December 1998 a group of serving and retired police officers, and elected members, from around the Highlands of Scotland gathered in the snow-clad churchyard to remember an event which, though long before and of very much less national consequence than Lockerbie, probably had a similar effect upon the local population in 1898.
One hundred years before, to the day, Constable Thomas King a 46-year old police officer who was the resident beat officer from the village of Nethybridge had gone to the rural Tulloch area to effect the area on a Sheriff Court warrant of one Allan MacCallum. The wanted man, residing with a mother and her daughter in a small but-and-ben two roomed cottage in the woodland of Tulloch, was wanted to appear before the court on a charge of poaching.
MacCallum, well known to the officer as a rebel, was a man who considered that any game running free on the hills and moors of the Cairngorm foothills was as much his as of the landowner. In fact MacCallum's father had been a gamekeeper in the area for many years before his death.
MacCallum was violent and unstable, as the officer well knew. nonetheless there appeared to have been an element of mutual respect between the two. For that reason, while Constable King was doubtless apprehensive of the work to be done, he would not show his concern to the junior officer, John MacNiven of Boat of Garten, who accompanied him to make the arrest.
After many hours of search and 'cat and mouse' the unarmed officers closed on the cottage in which MacCallum had taken lodgings. The wanted man was within, and King went into the small building followed by MacNiven. A shot rang out and Alan MacCallum ran from the house.
PC MacNiven groped around the darkened building and found his colleague, lying dead of a gunshot would to the chest. He tired to revive his fallen comrade but to no avail. Death was instantaneous.
Constable King left a widow and a sizeable young family, who emigrated to Australia to start a new life.One of his sons, in his twilight years, made a pilgrimage back to Scotland to trace his heritage in the 1960's. When Thomas King (junior) died, his ashes were flown back to Scotland and interred in the grave of his father in Abernethy Churchyard.
Twenty years before PC King was shot, and four miles distant in Grantown on Spey, which was then in another Police force's area, another officer had paid the supreme sacrifice.
Constable James Fraser of the Elginshire (later Morayshire) Constabulary went to a hotel in the town to deal with a disturbance and received severe knife wounds from which he died two days later.
These two tragedies remain the only two instances where police officers in the Highlands and Islands of Scotland have died from violence in the line of duty.
So it was that last Sunday the little group gathered in that small churchyard to remember these sacrifices and to give thanks that it had been one hundred years since an officer had been murdered on duty.
A brief but poignant service, led by the local Church of Scotland Minister, heard details of events of that fateful day exactly one century before. The local Member of Parliament, Mr David Stewart, spoke of the sacrifice and the debt of gratitude which the community owed to the Police Service. Retired Superintendent Alan Moir spoke on behalf of the Northern Constabulary branch of the Retired Police Police Officers Association, and three descendants of Constable King were also present.
Constable David Conner, Force Historian, produced a uniform of the period, which had unfortunately shrunk in the interim(!), preventing him from wearing it. Constable Malcolm Taylor, Boat of Garten, whose beat now covers the area of Tulloch where Constable King fell, kindly deputised and wore the uniform with pride. The gravestone was rededicated, complete with added wording to the effect that the officer had been killed in the execution of his duty.
The force was represented by Deputy Chief Constable Keith Cullen, and local officers were also present. The two surviving officers - now long retired - who had been present when Thomas King Junior's ashes were interrred - also braved the elements to attend the service.
Ex-Superintendent Jimmy MacIntyre - now a spritely 85 years young - and ex-Constable Bobby Owen reflected upon the previous service in 1977.
A booklet written by PC Conner, telling the story of Constable King's career, death and family, was distributed at the service. Retired Inspector Sandy Mackenzie, an accomplished piper, played a lament at the graveside, including that haunting melody 'Flowers of the Forest', which would be held across the world the next day from memorial services for the dead of the Lockerbie Disaster.
The group then moved to Inverness, where at Northern Constabulary Headquarters, a new memorial plaque for Constable King was unveiled by Dr John Mann, great great grandson of PC King, and Councillor Major Nigel Graham, Chairman of the Northern Joint Police Committee.
Major Graham paid tribute the work of Constable Conner in his research and the quality of the commemorative booklet he had produced. He also lauded the Police Service of the Highlands and Islands for their commitment and dedication over the years, and gave thanks for the fact that it had been 100 years since an officer had been murdered on duty in the Force's Area.
Santa Cecilia e storie della sua vita è un dipinto a tempera e oro su tavola (85x181 cm) del Maestro della Santa Cecilia, databile a dopo il 1304 e conservato nella Galleria degli Uffizi a Firenze.
L'opera, un dossale d'altare tra i più significativi della scuola fiorentina del Trecento, proviene dalla distrutta chiesa di Santa Cecilia a Firenze. Giovanni Villani ricorda come l'edificio fu ricostruito dopo un disastroso incendio nel 1304, e l'opera deve risalire a un periodo immediatamente successivo, quando Giotto era ancora in vita e quello che è stato indicato come "Maestro della Santa Cecilia" proprio a partire da questa tavola (Cavalcaselle e Frey), era uno dei suoi più stretti collaboratori, autore anche di alcune delle Storie di san Francesco ad Assisi. In Santa Cecilia l'opera venne vista dal Vasari, che la attribuì a Cimabue.
La pala mostra al centro, in tutta la sua figura, Santa Cecilia in trono. Evidenti sono i rimandi in questa rappresentazione alle coeve novità di Cimabue e Giotto, infatti il trono è già in prospettiva intuitiva, e ha un traforo sui lati, a mo' di ciborio, come compare poi, anni dopo, anche nella Maestà di Ognissanti di Giotto. Essa tiene in mano la palma del martirio e un libro ed ha un'espressione sorridente. La sua figura, a differenza dei personaggi stilizzati nell Storie, è plastica e massiccia, quasi dilatata come nelle migliori opere giottesche.
Ai lati si trovano, in due gruppi simmetrici, otto storie della sua vita, secondo uno schema che affonda le radici nell'arte duecentesca. Si leggono da sinistra a destra, dall'alto in basso, prima nella metà sinistra e poi in quella destra:
Banchetto di nozze di santa Cecilia e san Valeriano
Santa Cecilia converte san Valeriano
San Valeriano incoronato da un angelo
Santa Cecilia predica a san Valeriano e san Tiburzio
Battesimo di san Tiburzio
Santa Cecilia che predica pubblicamente
Santa Cecilia davanti al prefetto
Martirio di santa Cecilia
Le storie ricordano il casto matrimonio tra Cecilia e Valeriano, la loro partecipazione attiva al Cristianesimo e l'arresto e martirio della santa. Mancano attributi che rimandino al patronaggio della musica da parte della santa, poiché legati a un culto che si diffuse solo nel XVI secolo.
Le scene sono caratterizzate da un realismo minuto, con un'attenzione preponderante ai fondali architettomnici e alla collocazione delle figure nello spazio, come in una riduzione in scala degli affreschi di Assisi. L'intuitività della prospettiva è testimoniata ad esempio nella scena del Banchetto, in cui il tavolo è scorciato in maniera diversa dalla stanza. Le figurette invece appaiono ancora legate alla scuola bizantina, con proporzioni allungate e atteggiamenti convenzionali, nonostante una certa vivacità in alcune scene.
The devil on my shoulder named Paul D. was insistent that I make the treacherous climb down to the forbidden photographers playground. So I did. Slid down mostly. When we got down to the bottom, there was one other photographer who told us he had just been hit by a huge wave. The sea seemed wilder than usual and those rogue waves can be unpredictable. The bottom of the Pinnacles is like a little alcove, full of these large, sometimes unstable boulders, the surface like sandpaper, surrounded by towering cliffs. There is little stable ground to perch on.
I was trying very hard to balance on the rocks with the tripod and keep my filters relatively dry from relentless sea spray. After some time, I looked toward the Sherpa and noticed blood, pouring down his leg with numerous cuts and abrasions. Horrified, I asked him what happened. He said he had told me 15 minutes ago and all I said was "pass me the 10 stop". I swear I never heard him tell me. However I am never going to live that one down!
Battered, bruised and swollen, he had to climb back up to the top and walk the 2 kilometres back to the car.
Still, when I think of the magic couple of hours we spent there and the resulting images, I think it was worth it :)
Master of the Karlsruhe Passion.
It is the only panel of the altarpiece that is in Cologne. The other 6 are in Karlsruhe.
Wallraf–Richartz Museum
Cologne