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A scene from the economic shift:
The news was not unexpected, Ford Motor was offering over a year's pay to any employee who'd agree to pack up and leave. Still, the decision of whether to stay or go required some thought. It was not any easy decision. So he talked it over with his wife- she was ready for them to take the money and run- and he talked to his family. His folks, having been raised in the Depression and War years expressed caution- maybe it is best to stay, they said. In the end he decided to leave.
One item that tipped the scale to leaving was this long sense that he was never cut out for production work. As a kid and young man he always seemed to work at a slower pace as if his own internal clock was set two ticks behind everyone else. Perhaps this was due to the artist deep in side of him, always struggling to get out. Now he had the means to capitalize on his dream of building things. At first work and money flowed in, there was zero second guessing his decision. Then as the wheels of the economy came completely off the work dried up. Soon the money dried up, too.
Work in Michigan became scarce even for the new skills he acquired. The idea of the $30 per hour semi- skilled laborer already seemed like something from another era. So just like his ancestors did over 100 years ago, he looked west. Figuring he could pack up his belongings and take his new skill to places where folks could still afford to pay him. In some ways this felt like a fun adventure and a terrific opportunity. New is good is what he kept telling himself. And he believed it until that moment the last piece of furniture was loaded on the truck and he turned the ignition. At that very moment he realized he was leaving and may never return home. He spent his entire 40 years in Michigan. It is all he ever knew as home. He wept.
Here is a portion of Robert Frost's famous poem from 1916
The Road Not Taken:
" Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
...
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference. "
Here is the whole poem.
On the last day of the feast, the great day, Jesus stood up and cried out, “If anyone thirsts, let him come to me and drink. Whoever believes in me, as the Scripture has said, ‘Out of his heart will flow rivers of living water.’”
—John 7:37-38
It is easy to forget, in these busy times, who you have on your side. I forget and get super stressed and then wonder why things seem out of control. Prayer can bring you back.
shot during open monument weekend of 2004 (theme was modern architecture), Peter Pan school in St Gillis by Leon Stynen (architect of several well know buildings in Antwerp like The Singel, Crest/Holiday Inn hotel), afaik the only (?) Stynen building in Brussels. the (60s ?) building needs a little freshening up but the whites, articulate concrete and pure lines prove that modernism shouldn't be oppressive or anonymous.
Yesterday I paid a visit to one of my favorite used record stores in Park Slope, a cramped and dingey pile of old records, tapes and cds that has no name that I know of. Usually, if I am feeling patient, I'll get on my hands and knees to search for the odd jazz 78 amongst the dust bunnies and decayed record sleeves under the shelves.
This time, I noticed a small suitcase under a pile of records. I had a hunch, so I moved some stuff around and popped it open. As I suspected, it was an old portable 78 player. It had seen better days - the crank was missing, the arm did not articulate well and would probably not track, the brake did not work and there was mold and dust everywhere...but nothing a little Yankee ingenuity could not fix. I looked around some more and found the crank nearby, wound it up and watched the table turn. I was in business.
A bit of haggling later, I acquired it "as-is" for a paltry $30, with a couple Duke Ellington and Gene Krupa 78s thrown in for kicks.
Took it home, disassembled it, cleaned, sanded and greased a few parts...it played perfectly. My luck with gramophones is legendary.
Off to NL for a meeting. I plan to return with a garbage bag full of licorice mentos.
"The very concept of objective truth is fading out of the world. Lies will pass into history.” ~ George Orwell.
The Golden Temple (informal name in Sikhism), is the most sacred and holiest shrine of Sikhism (the holy-of-holies of Sikhism).
The official name of the Temple in Sikhism is: Harmandir Sahib or Darbar Sahib, (Punjabi: ਹਰਿਮੰਦਰ ਸਾਹਿਬ ) which means literally (Harmandir Sahib meaning: The Abode of God).
It is located in Amritsar (meaning: The Pool of the Nectar of Immortality), the holiest city in Sikhism, in the state of Punjab, India.
Sikh devotees, for whom the Temple is a symbol of infinite freedom and spiritual independence, come to the Temple from all over the world to enjoy its environs and offer their prayers.
The Gold plating on the Golden temple makes it so unique and the reflection in the water gives an etherial beauty to the whole complex.
When I come to Amritsar for my work I try to come there everyday.
I took this picture two days ago at dusk when I saw this man who was following the evening prayer which started inside the Temple and that we could all listen outside.
If Heaven exits I wish it looks like this...
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A heavy duty rover suited for sample gathering, analysis, and storage.
Comes with working cockpit canopy, removable grate on top to access under deck storage, articulate sample gathering arm, tool storage on back, sample analysis tray in the front, enthusiastic sled dog, and much, much more. Ask your sales representative for complete details.
Here is the rover report - a month late and a buck short.
While out waiting for my daughter I found a bunch of Snowdrops tucked away into a council flowerbed, I only had my 16-35 with me and there was no way I could get my tripod down there. Here the articulating screen came into it`s own and also being able to hit the touch screen to get a focus point on the nearest flowers and get a shot like this hand holding the camera. We have some Snowdrops in the garden too which I was able to get the macro on to show another day . Another wet day here I wonder if the snow will come, we shall see.
Trying out the Nikon today. Just seeing how the pics look. So spoiled by my Canon articulating screen. How do people shoot on these Nikons? My neck is killing me! ;P
Oh, and please enjoy this lovely path I wandered down today.
"The Cathedral of Quito (Spanish: La Catedral de Quito, officially La Catedral) is the cathedral church in Quito, Ecuador. Located on the southern side of La Plaza Grande, it serves as the seat of the Roman Catholic Archdiocese of Quito. It is considered to be one of the oldest cathedrals in South America[2].
Atypical of Spanish city design, the cathedral has two entrances: one is part of the nave facing La Plaza Grande and the other is at the west facade facing Garcia Moreno street with an east-west orientation. This is due to the geography of Quito when construction began. Ravines prevented the main facade from facing the plaza, as is customary in Spanish city design. Artwork by artist of the Quito School of Art adorn the interior. The main altar is designed in Baroque style, while the exterior is orthodox Spanish.
The Cathedral impresses because of its white walls, its dome made of glazed green ceramic, the arch of Carondelet and the foliated staircase that comes down to Plaza Grande, articulating the Cathedral and the square. Once inside one discovers the longitudinal ground floor three naves; the right nave opens out onto chapels crowned by domes with skylights.
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Wikipedia
My Emotional Prison
Throughout my life I had always felt alone, different. I struggled to understand and communicate with others; constantly being told I wasn't listening, I don't try hard enough, I am stupid. In actual fact I was trying harder than everyone else. I knew the answers (once I could understand the questions) but organising my thoughts and ideas in order to articulate them was extremely difficult.
My time at school was an immense struggle. In order to do well I realised that I would have to teach myself. My efforts were not in vain and I got myself into all the top sets but I was living with a constant conflict of emotions; struggling to understand why I was different to everyone else and why I felt so alone.
In 2010, after 15 years in the education system, I was diagnosed with severe dyslexia. The relief washed over me; I finally understood.
Whilst I may struggle to communicate verbally I find the ability to communicate using a visual language is as natural to me as speaking is to others. I have now fully embraced what I see as my gift of creativity, I love it! It makes me who I am today and gives me this wonderful imagination where I can express myself naturally, freely and easily.
This body of work is created through the gifts of my dyslexia and explores the place I existed before my diagnosis: my emotional prison
Articulate
The house talked with the tree
At a still moment and for
No particular reason.
Their common language did
Not use words, and their mouths
Kept shut all the time.
oil transfer drawing monoprint
DM, 2023
Finally got this to a point that I'm happy with. The rotors articulate and can sit flush with the wings. The end of the wings can move too in a similar way to the Marvel Legends figure. Thanks to Delta for challenging me to have a go at this and giving me a reason to buy this figure.
... the kind of pain we have buried inside our hearts.
I love working with my body, it's my most transparent tool. It reflects me in the most articulate way.
I have titled this composition as such for several reasons. One, neither the picture of the car nor the picture of the estate were taken by yours truly............ but I did produce the composite artwork. Secondly, the car, which appears to be a restored 1932 Duesenberg, is not. (See below). And lastly, the background architecture which for all appearances is a prominent estate, actually is not. (See below). However, in keeping with the title, all; the composite composition, the elegant automobile and the grandiose structure were derived from objects of originality.
Oh yeah, the clouds in the sky aren't real either. Made using Photoshop brushes............
........... or to put this in more articulate terms, this is the ole switch’a roo ........ the flim-flam ............ the 23rd street shuffle .......... the shell game. (or could be called, “the politician” ;)
The Car
Duesenberg J356 2571 LWB Derham Tourster – 1932 by Billings
This is a Model J that was constructed from pieces of other Duesenbergs. In total, three cars combined to make this one. A Willoughby Sedan originally sat atop this chassis and the engine came from a Murphy Convertible Sedan. Other parts came from a car that was once a Rollston Cabriolet. But it does have an actual Duesenberg engine, no. J-356.
The body is not original. It is one of a few built by a man named Ted Billings to an exacting standard in the style of a Derham Tourster. This type of Model J isn’t the most desirable, but it will get you in the ever-exclusive “I-own-a-real-Duesenberg” club.
Coachwork by Billings in the Derham Tourster style
Chassis no. 2571
Engine no. J-356
420ci DOHC Straight 8 Engine
Single Stromberg Downdraft Carburetor
265bhp at 4,000rpm
3-Speed Warner Manual Transmission
4-Wheel Semi-Elliptic Leaf Spring Suspension
4-Wheel Internal Expanding Hydraulic Drum Brakes
The Estate House
The Mount Juliet Estate was named by the Earl of Carrick after his wife Juliet, and consists of a Georgian manor home set on a hill overlooking the River Nore, surrounded by over 1,500 acres (6.1 km2) of land. It was purchased in 1987 by the Killeen Group, who proceeded to develop the estate, incorporating a hotel, stud, golf course and residential properties. In 2002 a deal was signed that saw the hotel, spa and stud join the Conrad Hotels brand operated by Hilton Hotels Corporation. That arrangement was terminated late in 2009. In 2014 the estate was purchased by the Tetrarch group. The hotel also has a Michelin Star restaurant, the Lady Helen, which as retained the award for the past 3 years. The Lady Helen restaurant is run under the guidance of head chef, Ken Harker.
Location: Thomastown County, Kilkenny, Ireland
Sources: BONHAMS
Hope ya’all enjoy........
Oh BTW - The model of camera shown in the EXIF metadata is also, not my camera. Nothing is as it seems.............everything is as it appears. (Deep thoughts ;)
"Isn't it strange some people make
You feel so tired inside,
Your thoughts begin to shrivel up
Like leaves all brown and dried!
But when you're with some other ones,
It's stranger still to find
Your thoughts as thick as fireflies
All shiny in your mind!"
~ Some People by Rachel Field
Great Crested Grebe
Podiceps cristatus
January 17th, 2022
Lysterfield, Victoria, Australia
Canon EOS R5
Canon RF 100-500mm F4.5-7.1L IS USM lens
Spent quite a bit of time with the local Great Crested Grebes at Lysterfield Lake over the summer. A pair nested in amongst the reeds near the boat ramp so they were quite accommodating. I sat quietly at the end of the rock wall & used the R5s articulating screen to compose shots right at water level.
It takes energy, lots of it, to build a viable small business. Once up and running the business needs a steady supply of energy. Over time some of that energy stores up and when the business begins to collapse in on itself it does so with astonishing speed and force. Cities are much the same. Brick by brick, out of the minds of inspired entrepreneurs and on the backs of working men and women, a city rises from a flood plain. It takes years and tremendous force to build and sustain the city. Then it implodes, collapsing on itself, into a pile of rubble.
The rebuilding process will begin one day. First we must find a way to scare up the energy to start over again. That is what we are truly faced with in this town. Talk of fixing problems leads to more talk and nothing getting done. It is time to start over. We have been skipping along the bottom of the economy for 10 years, transfixed as we watched our once mighty industry decompose right before our very eyes. We couldn’t bear to look and we couldn’t turn away- all we could do was stand and watch with hang dog frown frozen on our face. It is over. The Big Three and Union cannot save us, they can’t really save themselves. Time to find the next new thing......
L’acqua è ferma
in un irreale silenzio
di foschia.
“Ti amo”;
ho paura di gridarlo,
in questa tetra
eternità sospesa.
“Ti amo”;
ho paura di gridarlo
e vederlo allontanare
come isolata cresta
per perdersi
inutile
nella bruma. (F. Giorio)
Another scene from the economic shakeout:
Husband sits at the little table in the small kitchen. He stares blankly, through the walls, out to nowhere. His wife is preparing a pot of coffee. Instant these days, no money for the lattes and the frappes down at the local Starbucks. She thinks about these small changes these days. They both seem to think about things a lot, given that they no longer need to think about work.
Walking with the two cups of coffee, both black she asked the question that has been hanging in the air, "Did you call the bank?"
"Yes."
"Well?"
He looked at her with eyes she had never seen before. Eyes beyond sad. She didn't need an answer and she couldn't bear to hear the details. "What are we going to do now?"
He whispered, "I'm sorry. I never thought my life would turn out like this."
Gone in what seemed an instant. The factory, the stable jobs, the darling little home. All of it. They packed what little they owned outright and headed down the road like refugees.
'"Dear, dear!
How queer everything is to-day!
And yesterday things went on just as usual..."
said Alice.
#2 in Explore
Just a little Blacktron Themed tank I put together. It measures 104 studs long and 48 studs wide and features a rotating turret and articulating corner treads.
The build took me about 2 months to complete and can be seen at Brickworld Chicago and Brickfair DC this year.
The design was loosely based on a Deviant Art design by Duskie-06.
Did you know Monty the cat?
King of Croft and all that
(Ask your dog! Ask your cat)
Did you give him a pet
Once you had met?
Or tickle his soft silken tum-tum?
Did he tell you his tale in articulate meow
And share his affection with a rub of his brow
If so, then we truly must thank you
His loss here has left us really quite blue
But remembering all of those of you
Who knew how to share a sweet
Kindness true,
Who would pause on the way,
In midst of each day
To offer wee beastie affectionate feastie
-In memory of Monty
Thank you!
South Annex
Toronto
The Pagosi Stasio Ring for Men Classic and Bento Hands from LUMINESSE is available at the January 2019 SWANK Event. Styled with the Articulate Mono Unix Hairs from .Shi, Christian Trunks and Crop Tank from NOCHE, Daniel Bento Head from CATWA, Gianni Bento Body from Signature and Appliers from Stray Dog.
While we were waiting at the SeaBus Waterfront Station for a ride across Burrard Inlet, Vancouver Fire Rescue Services was testing their high aerial ladder truck.
The aerial equipped fire truck joined the VFD fleet in 2020. It is a EGI - KLUBB Group 42m/138’ articulating platform.
Built in #France the apparatus build was a partnership of three companies, @firetrucksca, CustomFire and EGI-Klubb. This is VanFireRescue first articulated platform in the fleet.
قلبي اللى من شوقه يجيك .. يغار من حبي عليك
ما يحبك الا يموت فيك .. ما يحبك الا يموت فيك
يا اغلى من روحى علي
Outside the village of Óbidos, the road to Caldas da Rainha, stands the Sanctuary of Our Lord Stone Temple opened in 1747. The risk of the work is by the architect Captain Rodrigo Franco (the Patriarchal Mitra) and has the particularity to articulate a cylindrical volume (outside) with a hexagonal polygon (inside) in the central plan which are attached three bodies (two corresponding the towers and another that corresponds to the sacristy). In its program of symmetries highlight the game window reversed. The interior has three chapels: the chapel dedicated to Calvary with a screen André Gonçalves, and the side chapels dedicated to Our Lady of Conception and the Death of St. Joseph, with screens Jose, Costa Negreiros. The "strange" stone image of the Crucified Christ in their own contraption on the High Altar, was up to the inauguration of the Shrine collected in a small chapel next to the road to Caldas da Rainha where was the object of great devotion, especially of King John V.
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Till His best approaching
We journey to the Day
And tell each other how We sung
(Emily Dickinson, 1864)
This is for you, Rosie...
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The sacred. The vision of the world from the cave engravings of La Fajana (El Paso, island of La Palma)
August 13, 2019 Cmments Miguel A. Martín González, Iruene Magazine
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“The advance of knowledge is an infinite progression towards a goal that always recedes” (Frazer)
Our rational conception of the world prevents us from understanding the memory of our ancestors. Now, can we recover at least a part of that lost evocation? How to rediscover and rebuild indigenous thought? From the remotest antiquity, curiosity about the sky stimulated scientific memory which, if we combine it with the nature of beliefs, configured a conception and transformation of the world that went beyond everyday life, irremediably plunging us into the spectrum of symbolism. The past reveals itself to us as real and is capable of catching anyone who is not only satisfied with appearances but also with finding reliable answers.
Symbols are not only real objects but a product of allegorical reference practices between the sign and the dimensional reality represented by means of the mental images that define and project them in some way, being repetitive, articulated in a clear relation of representation. The symbols explore new ways of learning, reaching to increase the conceptual capacity of their creators. They enunciate, express, articulate, emit, represent, signify content that is difficult to understand and explain with the original judgment.
Our life is frittered away by detail... Simplify, simplify, simplify! ... Simplicity of life and elevation of purpose.
~Henry David Thoreau
Sony A6500 with E18-135, Godox TT350S flash and X1T radio trigger, Altura 5"X6" softbox, arca swiss L-bracket with Kamerar 7" articulating arm. This setup is light, compact, field usable hand held. Not shown, Sony FE90/2.8G Macro for 1/1.
While in Punta Gorda Isles this past December, I used the articulating screen on my Canon DSLR and nearly set it on the grass to get this shot of some delicate, tiny flowers on weeds that were growing in the lawn. During the post processing, I tried to blend detail with blur, soft light with shadow to come up with this rather unusual (as Phil points out below) image.
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Last week I had been to Kochi, Kerala to attend a photo-exhibition by one of our Flickr groups "Kerala clicks". Two of my pictures were displayed. From there I had been to Athirapalli, my favourite waterfalls in Kerala. This is a scene from Athirapalli. These women take water from the river and carry them up to the toilets situated a little above for the convenience of the tourists. Their job is to keep the tank filled with water . I have visited this place five years ago and captured the same scene then. There is no change and their work goes on and on....
You can view the picture taken five years back here.
www.flickr.com/photos/naadodi/2316007333/in/set-721576075...
View On Black with F11
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Greek Elegaic Mimnermus, Frag 12
Ἠέλιος μὲν γὰρ ἔλαχεν πόνον ἤματα πάντα,
οὐδέ ποτ' ἄμπαυσις γίνεται οὐδεμία
ἵπποισίν τε καὶ αὐτῷ, ἐπεὶ ῥοδοδάκτυλος Ἠὼς
Ὠκεανὸν προλιποῦσ' οὐρανὸν εἰσαναβῇ.
τὸν μὲν γὰρ διὰ κῦμα φέρει πολυήρατος εὐνή,
ποικίλη, Ἡφαίστου χερσὶν ἐληλαμένη,
χρυσοῦ τιμήεντος, ὑπόπτερος, ἄκρον ἐφ' ὕδωρ
εὕδονθ' ἁρπαλέως χώρου ἀφ' Ἑσπερίδων
γαῖαν ἐς Αἰθιόπων, ἵνα δὴ θοὸν ἅρμα καὶ ἵπποι
ἑστᾶσ', ὄφρ' Ἠὼς ἠριγένεια μόλῃ·
ἔνθ' ἐπέβη ἑτέρων ὀχέων Ὑπερίονος υἱός.
For Helios the Sun’s lot is toil every day and there is never any respite for him and his horses, from the moment rose-fingered Eos (the Dawn) leaves Okeanos and goes up into the sky. A lovely bed, hollow, forged by the hands of Hephaistos, of precious gold and winged, carries him, as he sleeps soundly, over the waves on the water’s surface from the place of the Hesperides [in the West] to the land of the Aithiopes [in the East], where his swift chariot and horses stand until early-born Eos (the Dawn) comes. There the son of Hyperion mounts his other vehicle." -
The torment of human frustration, whatever its immediate cause, is the knowledge that the self is in prison, its vital force and "mangled mind" leaking away in lonely, wasteful self-conflict.
(Elizabeth Drew)
Street Art in the Rue des Chandeliers / Kandelaarsstraat in Brussels.
...nel mare nostrum
l'eterno giorno
nella sera
compone
spazio-fantasmi
Qualcuno li ha visti
alla luce di luna
che esaspera sagome
già incantate
a riconoscere più pesci
Erano lì
a guardarti
e sperare
Rete e buchi della rete
The Ponce De Leon Historical Park in Punta Gorda, Florida is a favorite gathering place for people in the area to watch sunset. They bring their cameras and beach chairs and line up along the seawall to watch the setting sun. On this particicular evening, Mother Nature's show certainly didn't disappoint them.
Because the bushes in the foreground presented an obstacle to getting a good shot, I resorted to holding my camera high above my head while in the live view mode with the articulating screen turned so that I could frame the scene.
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"The soul that sees beauty may sometimes walk alone."
- Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe
*Combination of 2 photographs in Photoshop
"From the flowing waters of The River of Ocean my ship passed into the wide spaces of the open sea; and so reached the Island of Aeaea, where, ever-fresh, Dawn with the beautiful tresses has her home and her dancing-lawns and where the Sun rises.
Here we beached the ship on the sands and climbed onto the shore where we fell into a sound sleep, awaiting the coming of ethereal Dawn."
Homer
"The Odyssey"
What do you think of when you hear Detroit brought up in conversation? I suspect for most folks visions teetering on the third world come to mind. Of late a great deal of focus has been placed on our city. Much of what is written and shown is done to support one agenda or another. Thomas Morton in a blog post (http://www.viceland.com/int/v16n8/htdocs/something-something-something-detroit) calls this fascination "ruin porn". His central theme is the media has an agenda to paint a very bleak picture of the city and journalist from around the world are scurrying about town and manipulating images to support this theme. He makes a powerful case. The sad truth is much of this reporting, while extreme, has a solid foundation. The situation in Detroit is nothing new and has been going on for 50 years. We happen to be at a tipping point where the abandonment of the city is particularly striking.
Morton is correct in scolding the journalist, though I don't think his argument applies to artists. Detroit offers people the opportunity to see many things. The journalist has an ethical obligation to report the facts, unvarnished. The artist is presenting a view, how they see the world. When I look at my home town I see many things- sadness, grit, strength. I see a city aging and- much like myself- not always gracefully. I see hope and despair. Mostly I see memories, almost all fond, of a life that is vanishing right before our eyes and there is nothing we can do about it. Not a thing. It is the vanishing world that makes my heart ache. Yes I can capture one shot that captures the despair and tilt my camera the other way and see Oz. These days I fear Oz is more the illusion.