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Because the name of the beach is Road's End, I thought it was appropriate to process one photo using Nik HDR Effects End of the Road filter. This is my version of street photography. At the beach, I like to photograph people.
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I awake each day with a smile
And greet it with a laugh;
The world is a treasure to me
Because of you.
Every time I think of something sad,
I replace the thought- with you!
My mind is instantly changed
And my heart is filled with gladness.
Every breath I take is meant for you,
I live this life surrounded in joy
And I bathe in the promise of your love,
My soul belongs to you.
Each time I see something beautiful
I want to take it and bring it to you;
My life has so much meaning now
All because of you.
Dedicated To; Roحy - حyaTi -HeaرTy
i Just Love Being With you
[i Love youh]
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Because of the weather the arial parts of this dance were cancelled, even so it was a very powerful piece of dance. Inspired by Kiss of the Spider Woman and commemorating the 5th anniversary of the decriminalization of homosexuality.
Last week I was all excited because I had ordered Kenko extension tubes for my Canon camera. It came last Friday but I was having high blood pressure issues and couldn't even open the package. Later in the weekend when I started feeling better I opened the box and to my horror they were tubes for Nikon! However, I noticed a white sticky label slapped on the side of the box that said Canon and my heart fluttered a bit. I took them out to try them on and sure enough, they would not fit. That took the wind out of my sails. Then I remembered that my daughter had given me a lens magnifier for either Christmas or birthday. So for the last 3 days I've been playing around with it again and I have to say I'm very pleased with it.
My husband bought and planted a japanese maple for my birthday this year. With the drought we've been experiencing it has looked pretty bad for most of the summer. Yesterday we both noticed two bright purplish colored leaves at the very bottom of the tree. I think she's going to make it! This is what I shot tonight with the Opteka 10x magnifier. As I write this rain is falling gloriously down on our parched earth and I feel so blessed at this moment.
Sorry I have been MIA. I will be catching up with everyone starting NOW!
Because the big dipper is always visible at the sky outside my apartment I have used the M108 and Owl Nebula to learn how to set up my Sky Watcher Star Adventurer. It's a small target for my William Optics Zenithstar 61II APO but its relatively easy to find. This image is off 51x60s at ISO-2500.
A magical melee of flight shapes and winter sunshine - a most enjoyable combination!
Best viewed on black or in a larger size.
Lulu wants you all to be very careful, and have a safe and fun 4th of July, 2009!
USA Is Grrrrreat!!!
No one goes to Norfolk by accident. I means its not on the way to anywhere else, so those who come, we must assume, want to go there either to visit of live. And in Kings Lynn, out in the bandit country of west Norfolk, you really only come here because you're going to Kings Lynn, or gong on to Hunstanton or trying to escape via the A17.
I was posted to RAF Marham at the beginning of the 90s for two years, though before getting married we used to go to The Globe and other such delights, the finer points of its trading past were somewhat lost on me.
So, a long held plan was to revisit, so when Jools suggested I go away for a few days, King's Lynn was the answer.
The answer to the question nobody asked.
I found a cheap place to stay, paid, and so come Tuesday morning, after coffee and packing, Jools dropped me off at Dover Priory, where I found that they only sell "anytime" returns at that hour, and the £88 return I saw online the night before was going to be that amount for just the single to get me there.
Sigh.
I paid, and hoped I could get something cheap on the way back on Wednesday, though I was seeing how I could use this to factor in a stop off in Ely on the way back.
I took a seat once the train pulled in, and a working couple, colleagues at Saga, sat opposite, and she began talking about how undervalued she was there, and how people were not promoted on merit, and then they left, the company had to pay double to get someone to take over those tasks.
Such a familiar story.
Anyway, the train wasn't full, so all very pleasant, and just a walk over the road to King's Cross, so time to go to M&S for something for breakfast, then ambled over only to find I had just 90 seconds to gallop over the platform 9 to get the train, which was three quarters full.
The young lady in the seat in front took an hour to re-apply her make up using the phone camera as a mirror. I don't know, but it that normal amount of time to achieve the "natural" look?
I don't know.
I ate my fruit and pastrami sandwich to follow, eating as the countryside rolled by, happy in my air-conditioned chariot.
Through Cambridge, where most passengers got off, and off into the fens beyond and north, where once upon a time this was endless mires, marshes and stagnant pools, where the Isle of Ely, once an actual island, is visible for ten miles before arriving,
Tomorrow, I thought, I'll explore the Isle of Eels once again.
The train eased out and after the junction with lines leading north west and east, we headed north to Downham Market and King's Lynn beyond.
A family got on at one of the small intermediate stations, two older parents to a hyper ten year old boy who wanted everything, but out here in the wild west, there was no signal, phones could not be pared, so there was just looking out the window at the flat line of the horizon and the drainage sewers and sluices.
We arrived in King's Lynn just before eleven, and the heat hit like it did when I worked in Vegas. I walked out of the station, over the main road, the family following me as the father tried to cope with two suitcases, their son and a cowardly small dog, stopping every ten yards to collect everything that had been dropped.
They had to get to the bus station to go on to Hunstanton or some other glittering resort dotted with casinos and pleasure beaches.
Their bus was in, waiting.
I walked on.
I walked through a shopping centre exotically called "The Vancouver Centre". I couldn't see nothing in common, but who knows?
I walked through and along the main street to a junction, where I felt I should sit down and have a swig of the remaining pop I had. I was outside the King's Lynn branch of Wimpy.
Wimpy, a British fast food chain based on at table slow food, named after a character in Popeye, so of course King's Lynn had a huge branch.
There were signs to the historical quarter, so after a while I set off, heading for the Purfleet Sluice and the Customs House.
Did I mention it was hot?
I got shots, then walked on to the quayside, where candy-coloured buoys were lined up for their next duty, and behind the quay, a warren of cobbled lanes with brick houses and courtyards and warehouses, showing how prosperous the town clearly once was.
A lady saw me taking shots and made sure I came to her private yard to see the large, church-like tower built to keep an eye on incoming ships.
It was getting hotter.
I walked down the quay, then into Saturday Market Place where there is a market on Saturdays. One side is lines with the Guildhall and the other the Minster church.
I took shots of the Guildhall, and it being half midday, went in search of food and drink, and came upon Wenns Chop and Ale House, where I asked if they had cold bears (beers). They did.
I ordered a pint of Coke and burger and fries.
The place was quiet, but efficient, with enough staff to fill glasses and bring sauces.
I eat up but order another half pint of coke to build fluids up, then after paying walk over to the Minster to take shots, before an organ recital meant children and photographers made their escape. Not that I don't like organ music, church organ music, but this had a shrillness to it, that wasn't altogether pleasant.
It was then I received the call.
The room where I was booked into, had a flooded toilet and so I would not be able use it, so there was nowhere to stay. Something was mentioned about a refund, but I was in town, there was a music festival on and almost no rooms.
I tried a hotel portal, got a room for eighty quid, like I had a choice, then repaired to a pub for some more cold beer.
I watched the Hundred cricket as I drank, and people watched a family as they tried to claim control over their finances after falling out with a son who had messed up their mail be redirecting it, or something.
So calls were made between pints, games of pool and going outside for a gasper.
I drank on, and the cricket carried on.
I had three pints of ice cold German beer. It was wet and cold, which is all that mattered as the hottest part of the day blazed down outside.
It was five, so I had better find my room for the night. Now, here's the thing with these hotel portals: you don't know if its an hotel or just a room in a house.
This was a room in a house.
And it was a 15 minute walk, but in temperatures of 33 degrees back round to the station and then on a bit, and I had to check the address twice as I walked past it three times.
I had been texted a code to get in, and a code for my room on the top floor.
So far so good.
The room as in a converted attic, a foot from hundreds of tiles that had been baking all day in the sun. It was like an oven.
I should have gone to the station and went home, but using the desk fan, I cooled down, though any time away from the bed and the fan meant I was sweating like a waterfall in a couple of minutes.
I hoped it would cool down. I had a shower in the bathroom one floor down, went back up and was as hot and sweaty as before in ten minutes.
There was water to drink, and I wasn't hungry, so I whiled away the evening until dusk, when I collapsed on the bed and facing into the full force of the fan, fell asleep.
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Kings Lynn is Norfolk's third largest town, but it feels bigger than the second largest, Great Yarmouth, because it is so far from anywhere else. Lynn is proudly and inarguably the centre of its large rural hinterland, the gateway to the Ouse delta and the largest town on the Wash.
It is a fascinating town. In the middle ages, Lynn was one of the dozen biggest towns in England, and until 1960 or so it could boast one of the finest medieval centres of any town in England. During the course of the next twelve years, about a quarter of this was destroyed, to be replaced by dull, soulless pedestrian shopping concourses; these are now themselves being taken down, and replaced with superstores and car parks. Given that traffic in the town is already horrendous, you might think that they'd be better off trying to keep traffic out rather than attract it.
But much remains of Medieval Lynn, and of Georgian Lynn as well, for it was a wealthy merchant town until well into the 19th century. The geography of the town is complex, but satisfying. As the Ouse silted up, the mouth of the river moved westwards, and the town was extended towards it in a series of phases. Parallel with the river front, and several hundred metres from it, the main street connects two open spaces; at the north is the wide square of the Tuesday Market, and at the other is the more cluttered Saturday Market. This was the heart of the town at the end of the medieval period, and contains the finest buildings, including the magnificent 16th century guildhall. Opposite is the vast bulk of St Margaret. The church's three towers rise high above the Saturday Market and the narrow streets around, the huge bulk of the nave and chancel brooding at the ends of openings, new and intriguing vistas presenting themselves. It is one of the finest urban medieval moments in England.
St Margaret is far bigger than any of the Norwich medieval churches, and is second in size in East Anglia only to St Nicholas at Great Yarmouth, which is the largest medieval parish church in England. From the west, the overall layout consists of two western towers separated by a west front, a clerestoried and aisled nave, a central tower above a crossing with transepts, and a clerestoried chancel. Pevsner, who has measured it, tells us that the building is 235 feet long from end to end.
To understand it, it is best to consider the order in which it was built. A Norman Priory church came first, probably on the site of the present nave, but little trace of it survives. The Priory was founded in 1101, five years after Norwich cathedral, by the same man, Herbert de Losinga. The Priory's fortunes burgeoned, and about the middle of the 12th century the two massive towers were begun at the west end. They would take almost a century to complete. The south-west tower is pretty much in its original form, changing from Norman to Early English as it climbs. The tower to the north-west was either not completed, or was for some reason taken down and replaced, because what we see today is largely the work of the 15th century. It would continue to cause trouble, as we shall see.
In the 13th century, the body of the church was rebuilt, the vast chancel being added in the height of the Early English style, with a walkway in the clerestory. The east window was added in the 15th century; it is a curious rose shape, although we need to be aware that it was reconstructed by Ewan Christian as part of a 19th century restoration. Beneath it, in the external east wall, are three large and elaborate image niches, which may have contained a rood group. Because of the layout of the town, this east front is hidden away in a narrow side street, and is easily missed.
Also in the 15th century, the crossing tower was surmounted by a lantern, probably a bit like that at Ely cathedral, 20 miles away. The nave was completed, and the upper exterior of the chancel was redone, retaining the internal structural features. The west front with its porch and massive window was completed, as was the north-west tower. Both towers were surmounted by steeples, and the church was now at the peak of its glory, spired, battlemented, replete with gargoyles and grotesques. It must have looked like a cathedral.
The Priory was dissolved along with all the others in the 1530s, and after the Reformation the church fulfilled its new role as a large, urban protestant preaching space. The lack of emphasis on the upkeep of buildings in the 17th and 18th centuries served it ill, however. About midday on the 8th of September 1741, the spire and the top of the north-west tower came down in a storm, right into the heart of the nave, pretty much destroying it.
It took five years to replace the ruined nave, during which time the congregation retreated into the chancel. The rebuilding was the work of the architect Matthew Brettingham, most famous for Holkham Hall. Perhaps because country houses were being fashionably designed in a kind of proto-gothick at this time, Brettingham used the same language for the nave of St Margaret; intelligently, because there was no liturgical imperative for the aisles, arcades and clerestory. The result is curiously modern, a smoothed-off Gothic with wide, languid arches and elephantine pillars. The lantern tower was removed, as was the spire on the south-west tower. Externally, that was pretty much it; the Victorians tarted up the transepts and removed a row of shops that had been built on to the north side (hence the curious north porch with its tall arch to the east). The clock on the south-west tower shows the time of high tides.
And so, to the inside. This is one of the most welcoming of all urban churches. It is open everyday, and the people greet you warmly as if they're really grateful that you've come; which they probably are, because Lynn is a socially deprived area and benefits from tourism when it can. There is a little cafe in the south transept where you can get a cup of tea and a bun. It is possible to enter from the north porch, which is done out really well in a full-on 1960s style in modern glass and slate. You certainly should not miss this, but for the full effect it is really important to enter St Margaret for the first time through the west doors. As you go in, notice on your right the markers that record successive town floods in the 19th and 20th centuries.
You step into a vastness that swallows all sound. The arcades stretch away into the distance like a forest glade, and you will see straight away that, as little as the Victorians found to do outside, no effort was spared by them internally to bring the church up to scratch. An acreage of shiny encaustic tiles spreads before you, and the windows to north and south are all full of Victorian glass, most of which depicts Saints, but only some of which is good, I'm afraid. George Gilbert Scott was responsible for the restoration of the nave, and the font is, again, not the best example of 19th century work, although it looks rather imposing on its high pedestal. However, be patient; the nave is not St Margaret's best feature.
Brettingham had raised the nave floor, and when Scott lowered it again he revealed the bases of the original pillars of the arcades, which are curiously elaborate, like elephants feet, under Brettingham's columns. The nave is a good place to wander; it is not a complex space, but each vista is pleasing, and some are of interest; note the way that the west end of the south aisle ends in a Norman arch, and you can see the roofline of the original Norman church above it. There is a massive Norman pillar and arch facing south from the base of the north-west tower. The soaring chancel arch is surmounted by a Charles II royal arms, which looks a little lost up there.
You step beneath the chancel arch and immediately it gets more complex and more interesting; you wonder at what must have been lost in the nave. Now the eye is drawn by Bodley's 1899 reredos, a glorious Flemish-style confection of angels and Saints. In such a large sanctuary it does not impose as it would in a smaller church, instead providing a backdrop to the complexities of the chancel. In the middle of the chancel is one of those big latten eagle lecterns with lion feet, so familiar from this part of Norfolk. This is the best of them, I think, being from the same workshop as the one at Redenhall. A modern sculpture of the Blessed Virgin and child has been intelligently placed to the north of the sanctuary. Again, the hugeness of the space means that nothing dominates, and allows you to take in the whole chancel with all its details.
Most striking of all is the clerestory. Unusually, it has a walkway within it, the inner pillars being 13th century and the exterior windows 15th century, so the arrangement must have existed from the start. The south chancel aisle extends to the east end, tapering slightly, while that to the north is truncated. The aisles are separated by some of the most elaborate screens in any Norfolk church, wonders of intricate and characterful carvings. In particular, the little figures that form the conceits of tiny corbels to the arcading. The best date from the early part of the 14th century. The capitals to the arcade are also full and elaborate, full of intricacies. Shadowy beyond, the chancel aisle chapels are secretive places, each furnished in a modern style for private prayer.
Ewan Christian was responsible for the 19th century restoration of the chancel, and it was much more successful than Scott's work in the nave; even the encaustic tiles lend a sympathetic rigor to the place, as if acknowledging that this is the business place of the church. There are reminders of the Priory status of St Margaret before the Reformation; return stalls with misericord seats fill the western part of the chancel. The best of the seat carvings features a mysterious green man, but all the heads are full of 14th century confidence.
Coming back into the crossing, there is another screen which is equally remarkable in its own way. This is across the north transept, which now houses the 1754 organ. The lower part consists of blank arcading, while above there are two levels of open arches. It is dated 1584, but as well as Thomas Gurlin, the mayor, who was perhaps the donor, it also records James I becoming king in 1603. The wood is a delicious chocolatey brown, as evocative of its age as the 14th century screen in the chancel.
East Anglia's two largest brasses are reset in the south chancel aisle. They date from the middle of the 14th century, immediately after the Black Death; they depict former mayor Adam of Walsoken, who was carried away by it, and Robert Braunche, who was himself mayor at the time. They are not English brasses, but Flemish, being uncut latten plates, and reflect Lynn's links with the continent. Each man is depicted with his two wives; either bigamy was a privilege extended to burgesses of 14th century ports, or the first died and each man then remarried. The plates are about two metres tall, and there are elaborate illustrations at the feet of the figures.
St Margaret is a pleasing church to visit; it is not a complicated building, but repays time spent poking into its corners. Peter and I were in here for nearly an hour without getting bored. As with many big, Victorianised buildings, there is not really much of an atmosphere; but unlike the Lavenhams of this world this is not a pompous building. It has a feel of the thousands of ordinary townspeople who have known it over the centuries as their church; less a matter of civic pride, than recalling busy lives lived in its shadows.
Simon Knott, November 2005
This is creative because it is the asparagus's first day at a new school. It is lunchtime and it cannot find anyone else like it, get it, because it's an empty lunch room.
Bernie Boisvert I Ypsilanti, Mi I 5DMk1
Eastern Michigan University Paintball Team President
For Glory
For Money
For the people you believe in
But mostly for respect
It's not the best quality because it's a scan off a photocopy of the image from the divorce proceedings that were served on her, but nevertheless an image of her i did not have.
Aged 57 - the age i am now.
Married 1910, Knox Church, Bealey Avenue, Christchurch. She and her husband had lived apart for years. He charged her with abandonment but he is the one who left her.
Globally, 1 in 3 girls around the world are denied their right to an education by the daily realities of poverty, violence and discrimination. Not only is this unjust. It’s also a serious waste of potential with serious global consequences.
Supporting girls’ education is one of the single best investments we can make to help end poverty. It will save
lives. It will transform futures. It will unleash the incredible potential of girls and their communities.
Over the next five years, Plan’s ‘Because I am a Girl’ campaign aims to support 4 million girls to get the education, skills and support they need to transform their lives and the world around them.
When researching which quote I wanted to use for this Tableau project, I came across a quote by Michael Althsuler, which states that “The bad news is time flies. The good news is you’re the pilot.” This quote caught my eye because it sends out such a great message that everyone should live by. People should be reminded of this quote from time to time, so they remember to live their life to the fullest. The message is basically saying that each person is in charge of the time they have and that they should make the best of it. Not letting the little things get to you, making wise decisions, and never underestimating yourself are just a few examples of living a healthy, full-filled life. The quote I decided to choose from the list provided was the Star Wars quote, which is “A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away…” This quote was the most familiar to me from the list. It makes me think of my cousin because he would always make me watch Star Wars while babysitting him.
The first quote about time was my favorite quote because we can all relate to it. I used paper with a picture of the sky, which I printed from the internet, for the background. The clock is something I have had since I was little and the toy plane was in a box with the rest of my old toys from my childhood. The colorful clock made this photo very unique, while the plane helped explain the important message. In order to hold the plane in place while snapping a shot, I used the string from a fishing pole. The paper was glued to a cardboard box and the clock was leaning against the box with the plane flying above it. I shot this image looking up at the objects to make the clock look larger than it actually is. The clock is meant to be the main focus of this picture because I want people to get the message that “time” never slows down. The sun helped capture a perfect shadow from the plane, which is my favorite part of this image. Shadows create fascinating pictures on their own and everything else just adds to this unique and distinctive image. Again, since I’m not very good at drawing, painting, or sculpting, I used some items around the house to represent my second quote, which has to do with space. I started with a piece of black construction paper and glued the paper to a cardboard box. I sprinkled some silver glitter all over the paper to depict the stars. The two figures I used were positioned on top of the paper and placed in front of the window to get a darker look. There is some light shining onto the paper, which was meant to act as the moon to lighten the figures. Unlike my first image, this was shot looking down on my objects, but like my first image there are some faint shadows. These shadows were to represent the dim lighting from the moon.
Photographic Tableaux is very different from the photographic genres we have done before. This was more surreal, but can be related to real life. My quote about “time” is a perfect example of a Tableau relating to real life experiences. Overall, I enjoyed the challenge of staging a scene. I wasn’t quite sure at first, but ended up really enjoying being able to choose quotes then brainstorming ideas to explain these quotes using photography.
Because I was making a sampler of each weeks stitches I decided to take part in the Crazy Quilt Journal Project for 2012
and use all the stithes from each month in a free form style.
Because of some wildfires somewhere miles and miles away it had been hazy for days... No good at all, but at least it created some interesting light.
Goodbye Jan Becaus it's your last day on the TV news... Because...
Old76 Music-inspired Art 2012
The Beatles Songs Illustrated
ABBEY ROAD
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Because
Music and lyrics by The Beatles, Lennon-McCartney
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Because the world is round it turns me on
Because the world is round...aaaaaahhhhhh
Because the wind is high it blows my mind
Because the wind is high......aaaaaaaahhhh
Love is all, love is new
Love is all, love is you
Because the sky is blue, it makes me cry
Because the sky is blue.......aaaaaaaahhhh
Aaaaahhhhhhhhhh...
I chose this filter because I wasn't particularly happy with the original image and wanted to see how the filter could make it more appealing.
I think the filter works well with the subject matter of the image because it creates a different feel, and accentuates the lines and details in the photo.
So, because I really wanted to read "The 39 Steps", I started three new projects as I wanted to do plain knitting while reading.
Dark green is for Super Gem/Dollshe size.
Lime green is SD size.
Pink is MSD size.
Because of the great fire wall of Chinese policy, it's so hard to cross the limit to visit flickr, so I could not reply my dear friends, I'm so sorry about that and please forgive me,thank you so much and hope my friends can still hit on me！由于中国网络原因，访问flickr很困难，速度很慢，所有暂时没有办法一一回应各位好友，请朋友们见谅！还请各位好友继续关注我！
My pro account is out of time，thank you my friends here for supporting me what a long time！！May I have a pleasure to receive a pro gift from you？我的pro账号到期了，感谢朋友们长期以来的热心支持！！有好心人能赞助一个pro账号给我吗，在此先表感谢！！
If you want to use or buy this image，please contact me. 版权所有，转载请联系本人。
The continued occurrence of foodborne illness is not evidence of the failure of our food safety system. In fact, many of our prevention and control efforts have been to a reasonable extent, effective. Despite great strides in the area of microbiological food safety, much remains to be done.
Foodborne illness is not a simple problem in need of a quick fix solution; it is a complex combination of factors that must be managed on a continual basis. Changing life-styles and population demographics, global food trade to provide a year-round supply of fruits and vegetables, and novel foods are a few examples of potential increased food safety risks. No matter how sophisticated and complex a system is developed, food safety management is never finished or complete, because change is constant.
With the increasing need for risk based scientific advice to better manage microbiological food safety issues, the Food and agriculture organization (FAO) and World Health organization (WHO) led Codex Alimentarius Commission has been promoting Microbiological Risk Assessments - a tool to inform actions and decisions aimed at improving food safety.
As microbiological food safety issues are brought to the attention of risk managers, there needs to be a systematic preliminary process that brings particular issues into focus and guides further action.
Using microbiological risk assessment as a tool in food safety risk management is an area that is still developing. For MRA to become a truly useful decision-support tool there is a need for risk managers to understand when and how it can be used.
It is against this background that, FAO and ILSI-SA are organizing a hands-on Workshop on MRA for government stakeholders from Southern African countries. The MRA Workshop will equip Risk Managers with knowledge and understanding of practical MRA in order to:
•Identify and prioritize food safety risks to populations in respective countries
•Commission MRA's in their countries or in regions to obtain scientific information on defined food safety risks to populations in that country or region
•Utilise this modern risk-based approach in developing science-based food safety regulations.
•Enhance the level and knowledge of food safety in the region.
•Create an opportunity for regional harmonization of food safety regulations to enhance regional and international trade.
The workshop is being funded by ILSI and the African Solidarity Trust Fund (ASTF). The fund is a unique Africa-led initiative aimed at improving agriculture and food security across the continent.
I've been laggin on pics lately.
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