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I wanted to make a stop in Dunfermline, Scotland because Robert the Bruce's body is buried at the abbey (though his heart is buried at Melrose Abbey. My mother was a Bruce so who knows? We could be related.
The staple industry of Dunfermline is the manufacture of table-linens, and in this department it has almost no rival. The weaving of damask was introduced into the town in 1718 by a Mr James Blake, who had succeeded in getting possession of the jealously guarded secret in workshops at Drumsheugh, near Edinburgh, to which he obtained access by feigning idiocy.
Robert 1 of Scotland (i.e. Robert the Bruce) died on 7 June 1329, at the Manor of Cardross, near Dumbarton. He had suffered for some years from what some contemporary accounts describe as an "unclean ailment". The traditional view is that this was leprosy, but this was not mentioned in contemporary accounts, and is now disputed with syphilis, psoriasis, motor neurone disease and a series of strokes all proposed as possible alternatives.
His body lies buried in Dunfermline Abbey, but according to a death bed decree Sir James Douglas removed and carried his heart 'against the enemies of the name of Christ' , in Moorish Granada, Spain to atone for his murder of John Comyn in the church of Greyfriars in Dumfries. Douglas carried the King’s heart in a casket of which Sir Symon of Locard (Lockhart) carried the key. The decree overrode an earlier written request, dated 13 May 1329 Cardross, that his heart be buried in the monastery at Melrose. Douglas was killed in an ambush whilst carrying out the decree. On realising his imminent death Douglas is said to have thrown the casket containing Bruce's heart ahead of him and shouted "Onward Braveheart, Douglas shall follow thee or die." According to legend (Fordun Annals), the heart was later recovered by Sir William Keith and taken back to Scotland to be buried at Melrose Abbey, in Roxburghshire, following his earlier decree. In 1920 the heart was discovered by archaeologists and was reburied, but the location was not marked. In 1996, a casket was unearthed during construction work. Scientific study by AOC archaeologists in Edinburgh, demonstrated that it did indeed contain a human heart and it was of appropriate age. It was reburied in Melrose Abbey in 1998, pursuant to the dying wishes of the King.
This scene with Federal Police officers looked worth capturing because it showed another aspect of the police work during the ceremony. Also, his facial features were hidden by the optics. Finally, being able to include the Bundespolizei logo on the van door was an added bonus. I did have a bit of bad feeling because the issue of portraying people on the street and especially policemen is a bit touchy.
While I changed lenses, another officer walked over to me and I got the expected "Good evening, Federal Police" greeting. "I saw you taking pictures of my and my colleagues with a rather long lens?", he continued. I answered in the affirmative and was inwardly getting ready to make my stand and fight (metaphorically) for civil liberties and photographer's rights. "Could I please take a look at your last two exposures?" Well, no harm done, I thought and complied, wondering what would happen next. Would he try to seize the storage card? Would he try to order me to delete the images? I'd have been ready for that, but he he went off on a tangent and his next statement came out of the left field.
After I showed him two images he simply stated: "I notice that you have taken a picture of me and I wish to inform you that I hereby exercise my right to control dissemination of that picture. I do not wish to have it published or uploaded to the internet". While I was thinking about how to reply to that, he just followed up with a "Have a nice evening" and headed back to the van.
Well, this officer certainly knew that I was perfectly within my rights to take that picture (nothing illegal about portraiture on public land), but he also knew that there is a reason why we have model releases, too.
Technically, I obeyed his wishes. The image you see here was not one that he complained about, he never saw it. The main difference to the shots he did review is that in this image, noone is recognizable. Apart from that there is no clear guidance to be found about this case in the law. I could argument that the introductory text to this set is a journalistic text and if an image is used specifically in that context, a model release is not required. I am sure that the police deployment as a whole is newsworthy and my other pictures show that it was my intention to document it. Another interesting point is that is questionable if a police officer on duty can even claim the right to his own image ("Recht am eigenen Bildnis") and the picture in question is rather closely related to official duty. Furthermore, the image is not used in a demeaning way.
Because there is always a man behind the machine...
Take a look at "Le Conflit d'Orion" on Brickpirate.net
because for some reason, sam doesn't like her freckles.
i love them. ♥
model: sam
photography/editing: c
Tuesday 22nd October 2019
Before leaving Morgan City, we booked up our hotel for the next two nights. Jools chose Port Arthur. I assumed it was because it was beside the seaside. Or something.
Before hitting the road, we have breakfast, which included the young Jelltex trying to operate the automatic pancake making machine. Two minutes later, two small well cooked pancakes dropped onto a Styrofoam plate, which my plastic knife and fork struggled to cut.
The coffee was good though.
All our dirty laundry is in one case, the clean in the other, meaning we only have to carry one case when we check in now.
We load the car, Jools programs the sat nav, and we set off towards the interstate.
It was a glorious morning, so glorious we managed to work out how to open the sun roof on the car, so that a cool fresh breeze kept us chilly. But we stuck with it, as it nearly November and was sunny. It looked like summer and we were going to enjoy it!
We drove up through fields criss-crossed with ditches and dikes, passing through places like Baldwin, Jeanerette, New Iberia. Passing through identakit towns with strip malls, fast food joints and filling stations all looking the same. Sigh.
And then we join I10. The day was warmer, and carried on heading west, travelling across farmland barely abover the water table, but crops of sugarcane, rice all looking very healthy. Trucks carried away harvested cane for processing. We drove on.
Lake Charles had a very fine lake, called Charles I believe, and a huge bridge which the interstate leapt over yet another canal big enough for ocean-going liners to get up.
And after another half an hour we left Louisiana and entered Texas.
Wish us well.
Not quite sure what happened to the road, but it went from being wide and straight to narrowed laned and twisting and turning. Caught me by surprise, but as traffic was light, my poor lane management caused no issues.
We turned off to go south towards Port Arthur. The road went over yet another canal on a pair of stupidly high bridges, so high, Jools took shots.
A ten minute run down a busy road brought us to our hotel, La Quinta, a chain, but reasonable. Our room wasn't ready. Not surprising at it was only half twelve.
What to do?
I looked at the map, and it showed a nature reserve called Texas Point. I programmed it in, and off we went.
After a while, the road went through the middle of an oil terminal. Very odd indeed, the pipes, pillars and cables reached over and under the road, the air was thick with the smell of chemicals.
Out the other side, and the road ran beside yet another canal, and more oil refineries type places until we were in open country. On the right hand side, reeds stretched out of sight, but again, the water was lapping at the edge of the road.
At the main junction, there was a diner.
We were hungry. Shall we go in?
We shall.
Tammie's diner ran from a caravan, or whatever one is called over here. After the food is cooked, there is a covered area to sit. Food is good, plentiful and cheap.
Grackles wait to hoover up the leftovers. These are the American version of magpies; slightly smaller, all black, but in sunshine their feathers have a blue iridescence. They are smart as heck, later I would watch on go round to the front of cars picking off dead flies to eat, so much protein with little effort.
Ten more miles down the road brought us to Sea Rim State Park.
The air had been thick with dragonflies up to this point, but here there were dozens, hundreds on the wing, feeding (we found out later) on mosquitoes. Now, mosquitoes can smell the blood of a Jelltex from miles off, now here I was in their back garden, it would be messy.
It was about twenty five degrees, a stiff breeze blew, meaning that the dragonflies didn't settle, making photography almost impossible. I tried to snap them on the wing, but the camera was having none of it.
But there were Monarch butterflies about, and snapping one of those is always great.
After a couple of hours, we were done, so drove back to the hotel so we could check in and see what had happened in the world.
The room is large and comfortable, wifi is fairly fast, and there is free coffee in the lobby. Ticks most of the boxes.
Thing about modern America is that walking anywhere is impossible. There are food places around, but you have to cross about six lanes of traffic on three roads to get there.
And then there was boudain.
My friend, John, who lives in Houston told me i had to try boudain when I was here. We had seen the lace he recommended on the way over that morning, but ten was too early for lunch. So, I did a google search, and found a place nearby.
The sat nav took us to a convenience store in the middle of a neighbourhood, we went in but was just a store. We found out the kitchen closed at six, 15 minutes before.
Damn.
I did a search on the sat nav, and there was The Boudain Hut. The other side of town.
We set off.
You know that scene when the Blues Brothers walk into that country and western bar? That was us, in some honky tonk roadhouse on the edge of town.
They were very understanding, I have boudain balls (!) which was rather like Dutch croquets, but OK, not worth hunting round town for an hour for though.
The Boudain Hut, Port Arthur, Texas They were setting up for some kind of karaoke, so we paid and left.
Then back to the hotel at dusk, with the colour that you only get in Hollywood movies. All orange on the horizon and dark, dark blue above.
Purdey.
We get some beers on the way back, then once in the room, pop open one each as we listened to the radio.
Days to do, getting few. Thoughts are turning to tasks when we get home. Real life always gets in the way!
Because the wheel was pushed back when I hit the car I couldn't turn it past the frame. So, easy fix, put a little wheel on and try not to go over the handlebars.
Woke up a few days ago and opened the door to our kitchen (it's usually closed and we have a mop handle tied to the door handle to keep it closed so our little friendly visitors don't roam about the apartment at night) . . .
I walk over to the counter thinking about what I want to have for breakfast, and then wonder if any more rats or mice have been leaving their little 'gifts' on the floors and counter tops so that we have to do another massive daily cleaning of the kitchen . . .
I look around and don't see any new poo . . . and then I turn and see the GIANT DEAD RAT on the floor in front of the doorway I had just walked through in my BARE FEET!!!
I don't know how I missed stepping on Mr. Rat--but I'm freaking happy as hell that I don't know what dead-rat-under-my-bare-foot feels like!!!
Julianne and I are NOT going to miss this apartment after we leave!
Because I have to wait over three months to post them, I always forget to put up the illustrations I do for Legend of the Five Rings, ©AEG. This is the reworked piece heavily modified in Adobe Photoshop. I love painting in watercolor, but because of the tastes of the current audience, I have been doing more and more of my fantasy work in this fully pixalated medium. Since I'm currently looking for more illustration work I be posting things like this more regularly.
because of his hair and his name, and stunning good looks - everyone thinks he's a girl.
sometimes people correct me when I say he's a boy - this happened twice this week when we were out!!!
included in a new photo montage about aspergers syndrome on Youtube
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You can watch it within flickr if you install the Youtubr greasemonkey script
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Red Curry Sauce, tofu browned in peanut oil and then simmered in curry sauce, mixed veggies thrown in later as the daughter did not want them. Jasmine rice, about a sixth of the liquid was orange juice instead of water. Tasted good to poor starving me, the daughter thought the tofu tasted funny. Maybe next time I will try a different oil. Next time will be in a few months as we drive her to the train early morn to go back to school.
Because of the low waterlevel the navigation channel had to be deepened. The ferry only had 65 centimeters left under it.
This colourful little guy is made from soft spotted minky. His arms are jointed so that he can be posed and inside his base is a flexible plastic disk so that he is stable when he stands. The raspberry sauce and mouth are made from wool felt and the cherry from felted wool!
He is about 7 inches tall and 6 inches wide. He would make a wonderfully sweet yet calorie free Easter gift.
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The Redwood Grove of Henry Cowell Redwoods State Park, which is located in Santa Cruz County in Northern California, is a grove of Coast Redwoods with member trees extending into the 1400- to 1800-year-old range. This grove is notable because it allows for the use of self-guided tours of the flat, 0.8-mile (1.3 km) loop trail which is easily accessible (within 150 feet (46 m) of a vehicle parking lot). Dozens of large, old Redwood trees are located within a few feet of the walking trail.
Coast Redwoods, (Sequoia sempervirens), are a native tree in the deep valleys and low to middle elevations (up to 750 m) of the Santa Cruz Mountains. Their growth and longevity is enhanced by the proximity to the ocean with its massive amounts of precipitation, the cool air which encourages fog, and the dimmer sunlight near the moisture-rich trunk-base region. Free-flowing, year-round stream help to enhance this environment and the cool, moisture-laden air often produces visible fog, which helps to replenish the trees. The bark of these giants is heavily laden with tannin, which helps to offer protection from damage by either fires or insects.
This grove has some of the tallest and oldest trees in the Henry Cowell Redwoods State Park, because the environment has been preserved to maintain a natural ecology. Undergrowth is never cleared, there is no logging allowed and deadfalls and lightning-struck trees are allowed to proceed naturally with their processes, unless they impair access to the grove. This rich, biotic environment is filled with natural nutrients which make up for the massive amounts of waterfall which might otherwise deplete the soil. Old growth groves such as this will show the birth (shoots and burls) and death (rotting trees and "fairy rings") of ancient redwoods, many of whose birth was before the Battle of Hastings in 1066.
Of course, all the native flora and fauna which have existed in these mountains for centuries are allowed to remain—even to the extent of the highly irritating poison oak plants.
This part of the California coastline was once a tribal area for the Awaswas (Santa Cruz) division of Ohlone Indian people. In 1769, Gaspar de Portolà camped on the banks of the San Lorenzo River and erected a wooden cross to mark the location as part of his exploration for Spain. This exploration offered the peoples of this richly, resourced area, known as Alta California, to be brought under Catholicism by the Friars Minor. Little more than twenty years later, in 1791, a Catholic mission, Mission Santa Cruz was consecrated nearby. This mission, served as a site for ecclesiastical conversion of natives. From 1805 to 1812, the mission was run by Father Andrés Quintana who was one of only two Spanish missionaries martyred in Alta California.
After the Mexican War of Independence in 1821, the newly independent Mexico assumed control of this area until the transfer to the United States in 1846. During Mexican ownership, it was common for land grants to be sold to those who were in favor with the government. Large portions of this virgin-forested area were given out as Rancho Carbonera, Rancho Zayante and Rancho Cañada del Rincon en el Rio San Lorenzo. These "gifted" land grants were the start of European settlement in the area that is now known as Henry Cowell Redwoods State Park. In 1843, the Mexican Government granted a parcel of 8,800 acres (36 km2) under the name of Rancho Cañada del Rincon en el Rio San Lorenzo de Santa Cruz to a French immigrant named Pedro Sansevain. This grant essentially encompassed what is today known as the Henry Cowell Redwoods State Park. After a few transfers of land over about twenty years, the granted Rancho Cañada del Rincon ended up in the hands of Henry Cowell.
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Because I'm allowed to share these now, my contest entry for Granado Doll's 2019 Photo constest! <3
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Prize Fight.
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He isn't used to fighting for pay. It's only ever been about survival.
But he'd needed the money, so he'd accepted and won of course. Didn't he always?
He's hurt, but he'll live, the real cost of this fight though?
He's not quite sure what that is just yet and he's not truly sure he ever wants to find out.
Wolff Olins London welcomes Paddy Harrington, Executive Creative Director of Bruce Mau studio to their Because series. Award winning, hip, controversial. Bruce Mau studio approaches design as an ongoing experiment, to create massive change for the likes of Coca-Cola, MOMA, Vitra and the Government of Guatemala
Because of it location this was not easy to photograph so the images of the lighthouse are not as sharp as I would like.
Verona was born in Germany growing up in the city of Luebeck, Schleswig-Holstein. She moved to Ireland to do a foundation art course at Galway RTC. Subsequently, she moved to Limerick to study fine art at the Limerick School of Art and Design and graduated with a National Diploma in Art (distinction) in 1987.
Bricklayer's Arms English Pub Shoreditch London Corner of Rivington Street and Charlotte Road EC2 Closed and Boarded-up because of Covid-19 Lockdown. Sad Sight
It took me a while between class, getting re-oriented to Wal-Mart and seeing my friends, but the room is done! Sorry it's grainy, but the room was really bright. I wanted to emphasize how bright it is because I'm used to living in very dark rooms.
I might still hang my 'As You Like It' poster behind my 'headboard' The bed is up really high, but then I can store the boxes I moved with under the bed. This room includes the previously pictured desk and closet that you can't see here.
because of his chubbiness little Brain can´t fly with only 1 balloon... and he still finds it difficult with 3...
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Because I'm such a bad dolly mummy I never get to finish the dresses I sew for the girls - but I do buy stock outfits ...
The complete stock for JG arrived this week and I think it really suits Aurelia.
Had to get this stock outfit because of the wattle (mimosa in some countries) - Golden Wattle is Australia's national flower.