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Nikon D300: Lens: AF-S VR Micro-NIKKOR 105mm f/2.8G IF-ED ISO 250: Aperture f/3: White Balance Auto
Processing: Adobe Photoshop CS3 custom curves and Contrast adjustment.
Listening to Bob Marley - Waiting in Vain
"Fame is a vapor; popularity an accident; the only earthly certainty is oblivion" (Mark Twain)
Two Fames and the coat of arms of pope Clement XII, created by Paolo Benaglia in 1739. Palazzo della Consulta, Rome.
The Palazzo della Consulta (1737) is a late Baroque palace in central Rome, that since 1955 houses the Constitutional Court of the Italian Republic. It was designed by Ferdinando Fuga.
It sits across the Piazza del Quirinale from the official residence of the President of the Italian Republic, the Quirinal Palace.
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"La fama es vapor; la popularidad, un accidente; la única certeza terrenal es el olvido. " (Mark Twain)
Dos estatuas, representando a la Fama, y el escudo de armas del papa Clemente XII (familia Corsini), creadas por Paolo Benaglia en 1739.
El Palacio de la Consulta, cuya construcción terminó en 1737, alberga el Tribunal Constitucional de Italia. Está situado en el Quirinal, a pocos pasos del palacio presidencial.
Drove down to Murwillumbah this morning to meet up with Soren, we went for a drive to look for some fog, we didn't see much fog but we still had some great views.
Thanks for a great morning.
HDR Panorama from 8x3 images
The blush on the stipe is probably enough to identify this more specifically. The concave cap, cap color and blush on the stem are likely enough to identify it with some certainty. My intent was merely to capture this uniquely colored specimen.
Morris dancing can be traced back to the mid fifteenth century with certainty. earlier mentions are disputed. it is very probable that the folk dance does have some sort of antecedents from much earlier.
By 1492 Ferdinand of Aragon and Isabella of Castille succeeded in driving the Moors out of Spain and unifying the country. In celebration of this a pageant known as a Moresca was devised and performed. This can still be seen performed in places such as Ainsa, Aragon. Incorporated into this pageant was the local dance – the paloteao. This too can still be seen performed in the villages of Aragon, Basque country, Castille, Catalonia and northern Portugal. The original "Moresca" is believed to be a sword dance. The sticks in Morris dance are a residual of the swords in the "Moresca". Wikipedia
It is possible that pre-Christian spring and fertility rituals where merged with the Spanish dancing and became established as an English tradition, especially at Whitsun.
Vouni palace is 9 km west of Gemikonağı in Northern Cyprus and 250 m above sea level on a cliff top.
Its origins are not known with certainty but it is thought to have been built during the Persian occupation in the 5th century B.C. The palace was burnt down by a fire in 330 B.C. In a later document it was found that its foundations were destroyed by the soli inhabitants. Its original name is unknown.The moderin meaning of it in Greek is “mountain”.
A Swedish expedition excavated Vouni at the same time they excavated nearby soli. It is one of the most important and unusual sites on the island of Cyprus. The site comprises a small township grouped on the steep slopes of a conical hill a few miles west of the ancient city of Soli There is a ruined Temple of Alhena perched on the precipitous edge of the hill on the landward south side and a superb palace site on the summit of the hill facing the sea and the north. Only the palace site and the temple site have been fully excavated and both are open to visitors.
The palace was evidently a building of great wealth and luxury and during the excavations a group of sculptures and works of art were discovered along with treasure consisting of silver coins and two superb gold bracelets of the finest known examples of Persian gold work. The palace contained elaborate hot baths supplied by a water system from numerous deep and efficient wells. The living rooms of the palace were grouped round a central atrium which was surrounded by a colonnade. A " Royal road " led from the lower township into the palace.
Well, more of our adventures from the Omaha trip. I was so excited to go see these bridges!!! The Bridges of Madison County....yeah from the book and movie....I kept telling Mike how awesome it would be...and he kept telling me how..uh.."unmanly" it might be....Mike was just being a whiner.
I kept begging him to help me re-create some of the scenes..but he just wanted to take a nap....dammit Mike...I really love this movie..and loved this adventure....
Just sayin...we could have really made it "special"
I do enjoy losing each and every time my wife and I play this well known game but , and there is a big BUT, it is a certainty that sleep will overtake me if 10 minutes are taken each and every time it is her turn!
Uncertainly confident
The fog has faded away
dreams undreamt await
Photo: 2023-05-23 by Phil Wahlbrink
Another very early and very rare Toshiba radio. The 6TR-196 arrived on the Japanese electronics market sometime in 1958. There really is almost no information I can find on this table top/desk top portable set other than a schematic and a 1958 sales brochure.
I can say with certainty that few of these are in the hands of collectors and that this model was not available for sale outside Japan. I also know it was preceded by only a handful of other Toshiba radios such as the 6TR-127, 146, 169, 186 and the 5TR-193.
It is an AM only radio and utilizes a six transistor circuit and the transistor compliment is:
2S12, 2S13 x2, 2S14 and 2S22 x2.
It operates off of 4 ‘D’ cell batteries.
Inside is a relatively large 4 inch speaker. If this radio worked I’m sure it would produce a great tone.
Toshiba classified this as a 'desk top' transistor radio. It is 11.5 inches wide, 5 and a half inches tall and almost 3 and a half inches deep.
On top is a spring loaded, retractable carry handle. Very similar to what is implemented on the Zenth Royal 800 portable.
Below (on the left hand side) is the on-off/volume knobs are two earphone jacks. On the opposite side of the cabinet is a large tuning knob. Actually an inner and outer dial - one for coarse tuning and the outer dial for fine tuning. (Toshiba called it ‘micro-motion’ tuning)
There was a ‘cousin’ or companion radio released around the same time, the 6TR-200. I believe the chassis was identical but the cabinet was much different.
This 6TR-196 sports an automotive and atomic age motif. The plastic speaker grille is reverse painted gold and behind it is a silver, metallic looking mesh cloth with slight specks of gold . It’s a bold statement. Both the front and back cabinets are the same, yes a mirror image design much like the Sony TR-74 and TFM-151. This photo reveals the best side :) The opposite side has some small paint chips and some slight discoloration here and there.
The large front face is painted metal while the bottom base and side (brown) cabinet are plastic.
Fortunately it’s survived well over the years.
Trust is a confident reliance on that which is perceived to be firm, safe, and secure. Self-reliance, trusting in one’s own abilities and assets, is seen by many men as a mark of masculinity, but for a follower of Christ, trusting God first and foremost is the priority.
1. Trust in self alone, or in others, can be unreliable. Ultimate trust must center on God.
Psalm 118:8–9 It is better to take refuge in the LORD than to trust in man. It is better to take refuge in the LORD than to trust in princes. (NASB)
Jeremiah 17:5, 7 Thus says the LORD: “Cursed is the man who trusts in man and makes flesh his strength, whose heart departs from the LORD.… Blessed is the man who trusts in the LORD, and whose hope is the LORD.” (NKJV)
Psalm 20:7
2. God is worthy of our trust. His presence in our lives is guaranteed.
Psalm 9:10 And those who know your name put their trust in you, for you, O LORD, have not forsaken those who seek you. (ESV)
Joshua 1:7–9; Deuteronomy 31:8; Hebrews 13:5
3. Faith brings certainty and reality to that which is otherwise unknown, and faith is necessary to please God.
Hebrews 11:1, 6 Now faith is confidence in what we hope for and assurance about what we do not see.… And without faith it is impossible to please God, because anyone who comes to him must believe that he exists and that he rewards those who earnestly seek him. (NIV)
Philippians 1:6
4. Trusting God for the unknown is a characteristic of faith.
Hebrews 11:8 By faith Abraham, when called to go to a place he would later receive as his inheritance, obeyed and went, even though he did not know where he was going. (NIV)
Matthew 17:20 “You don’t have enough faith,” Jesus told them. “I tell you the truth, if you had faith even as small as a mustard seed, you could say to this mountain, ‘Move from here to there,’ and it would move. Nothing would be impossible.” (NLT)
2 Corinthians 5:7
5. Trust in God must be constant, unwavering. This faith gets us through tough times.
Psalm 26:1 Vindicate me, O LORD, for I have walked in my integrity, and I have trusted in the LORD without wavering. (ESV)
Habakkuk 3:17–18 Though the fig tree should not blossom and there be no fruit on the vines, though the yield of the olive should fail and the fields produce no food, though the flock should be cut off from the fold and there be no cattle in the stalls, yet I will exult in the LORD, I will rejoice in the God of my salvation. (NASB)
Job 23:8–10; Psalm 33:4–5; 119:41–42; Isaiah 26:4
6. Trusting God expresses confidence that his timing is perfect.
Habakkuk 2:3 For the vision is yet for the appointed time; it hastens toward the goal and it will not fail. Though it tarries, wait for it; for it will certainly come, it will not delay. (NASB)
Psalm 31:15; 130:5–6
7. Results of a life of trust:
SHELTER
Psalm 5:11 But let all who take refuge in You be glad, let them ever sing for joy; and may You shelter them, that those who love Your name may exult in You. (NASB)
Psalm 91:1–2
GUIDANCE
Psalm 143:8 Let me hear Your lovingkindness in the morning; for I trust in You; teach me the way in which I should walk; for to You I lift up my soul. (NASB)
STABILITY
Psalm 125:1–2 Those who trust in the LORD are as Mount Zion, which cannot be moved but abides forever. As the mountains surround Jerusalem, so the LORD surrounds His people from this time forth and forever. (NASB)
OVERCOMING FEAR
Psalm 56:2–4 My foes have trampled upon me all day long, for they are many who fight proudly against me. When I am afraid, I will put my trust in You. In God, whose word I praise, in God I have put my trust; I shall not be afraid. What can mere man do to me? (NASB)
GLADNESS
Psalm 64:10 The righteous man will be glad in the LORD and will take refuge in Him; and all the upright in heart will glory. (NASB)
PEACE
Isaiah 26:3 You will keep him in perfect peace, whose mind is stayed on You, because he trusts in You. (NKJV)
BLESSING
Jeremiah 17:7 Blessed is the man who trusts in the LORD, and whose hope is the LORD. (NKJV)
Psalm 84:12
CONFIDENCE IN THE FUTURE
Psalm 112:7 He will not be afraid of evil tidings; his heart is steadfast, trusting in the LORD. (NKJV)
CONFIDENCE IN PRAYER
Hebrews 4:16 Let us therefore come boldly to the throne of grace, that we may obtain mercy and find grace to help in time of need. (NKJV)
OVERCOMING PHYSICAL LIMITATIONS
Hebrews 11:11 By faith Sarah herself also received strength to conceive seed, and she bore a child when she was past the age, because she judged Him faithful who had promised. (NKJV)
Biblical Narratives
• Abraham trusted God’s promises, Genesis 17:15–19; Romans 4:3
• David, Psalm 18
• Three young men, Daniel 3:13–18
• Centurion trusted Christ to heal, Matthew 8:5–10
• Peter walked on water, Matthew 14:24–32
Practical Steps
• Study the names of God in the Old Testament, reflecting on his trustworthiness.
• Study trust in the Psalms using a concordance. List and categorize the verses that relate to your crisis situation.
• Meet with believing men who have similar work responsibilities as you. Pray and share with them.
• Paraphrase Psalm 145 as it relates to your trust issue. Select key verses to memorize. Keep them close at hand to remind you of God’s faithfulness.
Keith R. Miller, Quick Scripture Reference for Counseling Men (Grand Rapids, MI: Baker Books, 2014), 314–317.
Hope is not the conviction that something will turn out well but the certainty that something makes sense, regardless of how it turns out.
Václav Havel (5 October 1936 – 18 December 2011)
(picture taken out of an airplane; for hundreds of kilometers, there were amazing meandering rivers; contrast pushed)
It appears to have carbon fiber on the roof and deck lid. NISMO or not? I don't know with certainty.
Fiel resistencia del noray. Una metáfora de fuerza, constancia, y permanente servicio.
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Toujours la même dévotion sur les berges du Gange,les mêmes couleurs,les odeurs et cette sensations d'être dans un lieux unique au monde.
Le lien spirituel qui attache les Indiens à cet endroit est du domaine du divin et pour nous occidentaux la claque que l'on prends ici nous fait sortir de nos certitudes les plus tenaces.
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Always the same worship on the banks of the Ganges, the same colors, the smells and this sensations to be in one places unique in the world.
The spiritual link which attaches the Indians to this place is of the domain of the divine and for us the Westerners the slap which one take here we made go out of our firmest certainties.
Despite looking in all the obvious places no identity could be found on this former Tees & District Bristol LH6L seen at Norths on May 1st 1996. Sadly the only certainty is that this example carried the diagonal yellow striped version of the red and yellow livery.
Sometimes there is nothing but the slow tick of time. Nothing to remember with any certainty, nothing to forget. Nothing to look forward to. The only company the beat of your own heart and the rise and fall of your own chest.
Maybe it's not that the world is too much with you, but rather that it's not with you at all. You are outside of it, outside looking in. Those glancing at you would find nothing but a shadow, a form so slippery and ethereal that their eyes would slide to the side, unable to register your presence. Your English teacher, in her quest to explain the world to a handful of those out to change it, once said that happy stories are not as interesting as sad stories, because happy people are all happy in the same way, but sad people are sad in different ways.
Tears come in so many forms. All the same chemistry, but some slow and cold and some hot and fast. Sometimes the world is so quiet around you that they each make a distinctly audible plunk into your lap. First slow and staccato and separate, plunk.... plunk....
plunk...
but soon fast and pooling in their plunkplunkplunkplunkplunk. Sometimes the sensation of them is enough to make you pause, such as the ones that come when you lie on your back and stare ceiling-wards - the ones that curl over the sides of your face and begin to flow like a trickling stream into your ears.
There are the kind that take you by complete surprise, that are borne up to your face on the wave of a keen aching, so quick and violent that your nose stings and pinches and you find your forehead pressed to the cool solid support of the nearest wall while your body shakes. And then there are the kind that you know are coming as soon as you crawl into bed and pull the sheet up and are forced to remember not what is present in your life, but what isn't.
And there are more, so many more. They all have different beginnings and different lives, but each the same end, as endless as they may seem.
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Macro image of the flower Crocosmia Luficer, taken with my Nikon FM and a reversed lens, on Fuji Velvia 50.
"For my part I know nothing with any certainty, but the sight of the stars makes me dream."
Vincent Van Gogh
In less than festive weather, the second of WCRC Santa steam specials ran from Lancaster to Carlisle & return- again scheduled to be looped at Oxenholme 35018 is seen south of Oxenholme powering round the curve at the site of Hincaster Junc where the lines from Furness Rly metals joined the LNWR's WCML- the old LNWR signalman's cottages are still extant at this location
Again I think 47760 was attached the rear, but that's more of a guess than a certainty
Italian postcard by Bromofoto, Milano, no. 216.
American film actress Linda Darnell (1923-1965) progressed from modelling as a child to acting in theatre and film as an adolescent. The ravishing beauty appeared in supporting roles in big-budget films for 20th Century Fox throughout the 1940s, and rose to fame with co-starring roles opposite Tyrone Power in adventure films. She established a main character career after her role in Forever Amber (1947), and won critical acclaim for her work in Unfaithfully Yours (1948) and A Letter to Three Wives (1949).
Monetta Eloyse Darnell was born in Dallas, Texas, in 1923, as one of four children to postal clerk Calvin Roy Darnell and the former Pearl Brown. She was the younger sister of Undeen and the older sister of Monte Maloya and Calvin Roy, Jr. Her parents were not happily married, and she grew up as a shy and reserved girl in a house of domestic turmoil. Starting at an early age, her mother Pearl had big plans for Darnell in the entertainment industry. She believed that Linda was her only child with potential as an actress and ignored the rearing of her other children. Darnell was a model by the age of 11 and was acting on the stage by the age of 13. She initially started modeling to earn money for the household, and performed mostly in beauty contests. Darnell was a student at Sunset High School, when in November 1937, a talent scout for 20th Century Fox arrived in Dallas, looking for new faces. Encouraged by her mother, Darnell met him, and after a few months, he invited her for a screen test in Hollywood. In California, Darnell was initially rejected by film studios and was sent home because she was declared "too young". Darnell was featured in a ‘Gateway to Hollywood’ talent-search and landed a contract at RKO Pictures. There was no certainty, though, and she soon returned to Dallas. When 20th Century Fox offered her a part, Darnell wanted to accept, but RKO was unwilling to release her. Nevertheless, by age 15, she was signed to a contract at 20th Century Fox and moved to a small apartment in Hollywood all alone in 1939.Her first film was Hotel for Women (Gregory Ratoff, 1939), which had newspapers immediately hailing her as the newest star of Hollywood. Loretta Young was originally assigned to play the role, but demanded a salary which the studio would not give her. Darryl F. Zanuck instead cast Darnell, advertise her beauty and suggested a Latin quality. Although only 15 at the time, Darnell posed as a 17-year-old and was listed as 19 years old by the studio. Her true age came out later in 1939, and she became one of the few actresses under the age of 16 to serve as leading ladies in films.
Linda Darnell was assigned to the female lead opposite Tyrone Power in the light romantic comedy Day-Time Wife (Gregory Ratoff, 1939). Although the film received only slightly favourable reviews, Darnell's performance was received positively for her breath-taking looks and splendid acting. Life magazine stated that Darnell was "the most physically perfect girl in Hollywood". Following the film's release, she was cast in the drama comedy Star Dust (Walter Lang, 1940) with John Payne. The film was hailed as one of the "most original entertainment idea in years" and boosted Darnell's popularity, being nicknamed 'Hollywood's loveliest and most exciting star'. After appearing in several small films, Darnell was cast in her first big-budget film opposite Tyrone Power in Brigham Young (Henry Hathaway, 1940), regarded as the most expensive film 20th Century Fox had yet produced. Darnell and Power were cast together for the second time due to the box office success of Day-Time Wife, and they became a highly publicized onscreen couple, which prompted Darryl F. Zanuck to add 18 more romantic scenes to Brigham Young. Darnell began working on the big-budget adventure The Mark of Zorro (Rouben Mamoulian, 1940), in which she again co-starred as Power's sweetheart. Critics raved over the film. The Mark of Zorro was a box office sensation and did much to enhance Darnell's star status. Afterwards, she was paired with Henry Fonda for the first time in the western Chad Hanna (Henry King, 1940), her first Technicolor film. The film received only little attention, unlike Darnell's next film Blood and Sand (Rouben Mamoulian, 1941), in which she was reteamed with Power. It was the first film for which she was widely critically acclaimed. Thereafter the studio was unable to find her suitable roles. Darnell was disappointed and felt rejected. Months passed by without any work, and in August 1941, she was cast in a supporting role in the musical Rise and Shine (Allan Dwan, 1941). The film was a setback in her career, and she was rejected for a later role because she refused to respond to Darryl F. Zanuck's advances. Instead, she contributed to the war effort, working for the Red Cross, selling war bonds, and she was a regular at the Hollywood Canteen.
Linda Darnell and Twentieth Century-Fox weren't on the best of terms, and as a punishment, she was loaned out to Columbia for a supporting role in a B movie called City Without Men (Sidney Salkow, 1942). In 1943, she was put on suspension. Darnell had married, which caused the fury of Zanuck. Darnell was reduced to second leads and was overlooked for big-budget productions. Matters changed in 1944 when Look Magazine named her one of the four most beautiful women in Hollywood, along with Hedy Lamarr, Ingrid Bergman, and Gene Tierney. The studio allowed her to be loaned out for the lead in Summer Storm (Douglas Sirk, 1944), opposite George Sanders. She played a type of role she had never before: a seductive peasant girl who takes three men to their ruin before she herself is murdered. The film provided her a new screen image as a pin-up girl. Shortly after, Darnell was again loaned out to portray a showgirl in The Great John L. (Frank Tuttle, 1945), the first film to feature her bare legs. Darnell complained that the studio lacked recognition of her, which prodded Zanuck to cast her in the Film Noir Hangover Square (John Brahm, 1945), playing a role she personally had chosen. The film became a great success, and she was added to the cast of another Film Noir, Fallen Angel (Otto Preminger, 1945), which also included Dana Andrews and Alice Faye. Despite suffering from the "terrifying" Preminger, Darnell was praised by reviewers so widely that there was even talk of an Oscar nomination. In 1946, Darnell filmed two pictures simultaneously, the expensively budgeted Anna and the King of Siam (John Cromwell, 1946) with Irene Dunne, and Centennial Summer (Otto Preminger, 1946) with the legendary Lillian Gish. Then she went on location in Monument Valley for the classic Western My Darling Clementine (John Ford, 1946) with Henry Fonda end Victor Mature. It was another hit and garnered Linda some of the best reviews of her career.
In 1946, Linda Darnell won the starring role in the highly anticipated romantic drama Forever Amber (Otto Preminger, 1947), based on a bestselling historical novel that was denounced as being immoral at that time. Although she had to work with Preminger, she was delighted to play the title role. However, Forever Amber did not live up to its hype, and although it became a success at the box office, most reviewers agreed that the film was a disappointment. The following year, Darnell portrayed Daphne de Carter in the comedy Unfaithfully Yours (Preston Sturges, 1948), also starring Rex Harrison, and was then one of the three wives in the comedy/drama A Letter to Three Wives (Joseph L. Mankiewicz, 1949). Darnell's hard-edged performance in the latter won her unanimous acclaim and the best reviews of her career. Darnell became one of the most-demanded actresses in Hollywood, and she now had the freedom to select her own roles. She was cast opposite Richard Widmark and Veronica Lake in Slattery's Hurricane (Andre DeToth, 1949), which she perceived as a step down from the level she had reached with A Letter to Three Wives, though it did well at the box office. She then co-starred opposite Richard Widmark and Sidney Poitier in the groundbreaking No Way Out (Joseph L. Mankiewicz, 1950). But her later films were rarely noteworthy, and her appearances were increasingly sporadic. Further hampering Darnell's career was the actress's alcoholism and weight gain. Her next films included the Western, Two Flags West (Robert Wise, 1950), The 13th Letter (Otto Preminger, 1951) and The Guy Who Came Back (Joseph M. Newman, 1951).
In 1951, Darnell signed a new contract with 20th Century Fox that allowed her to become a freelance actress. Her first film outside 20th Century Fox was for Universal Pictures, The Lady Pays Off (Douglas Sirk, 1951). She was responsible for putting the film behind schedule, because on the fifth day of shooting, she learned that Ivan Kahn, the man responsible for her breakthrough, had died. Darnell then headed the cast of the British romantic war film Saturday Island (Stuart Heisler, 1952), which co-starred Tab Hunter and was filmed on location in Jamaica. There, Darnell fell ill and had to be quarantined for several weeks. Because her contract required her to make one film a year for the studio, she reported to the lot of 20th Century Fox for the Film Noir Night Without Sleep (Roy Ward Baker, 1952) with Gary Merrill and Hildegarde Knef. It was the only time that she had to live up to this part of her contract, since she was released from it in September 1952. The competition of television forced studios all over Hollywood to drop actors. This news initially excited Darnell, because it permitted her to focus on her film career in Europe, but the ease and protection enjoyed under contract was gone. Before traveling to Italy for a two-picture deal with Giuseppe Amato, Darnell was rushed into the production of Blackbeard the Pirate (Raoul Walsh, 1952). In Italy she made Donne proibite/Angels of Darkness (Giuseppe Amato, 1954) with Valentina Cortese and Giulietta Masina. The second collaboration, the French-Italian comedy Gli ultimi cinque minuti/The Last Five Minutes (Giuseppe Amato, 1955) with Vittorio De Sica and Peppino De Filippo proved disastrous, and was never released in the United States. Back in Hollywood, she accepted an offer from Howard Hughes to star in RKO's 3-D film Second Chance (Rudolph Maté, 1953) with Robert Mitchum, filmed in Mexico. Because of her then-husband, Philip Liebmann, Darnell put her career on a hiatus. In 1955, she returned to 20th Century Fox, by which time the studio had entered the television field. She guest-starred in series like Cimarron City and Wagon Train, and also returned to the stage.
Linda Darnell’s last work as an actress was in a stage production in Atlanta in early 1965. At the time of her death a few months later, she was preparing to perform in another play. She died in 1965, from burns she received in a house fire in Glenview, a suburb of Chicago. The house of her former secretary and agent caught on fire in the early morning and Darnell died that afternoon in Cook County Hospital. Linda Darnell was only 41. She had been married three times. In 1943, at age 19, she eloped with 42-year-old cameraman Peverell Marley in Las Vegas. Marley was a heavy drinker and introduced Darnell to alcohol, which eventually led to an addiction and weight problems. In 1946, during production of Centennial Summer, she fell in love with womanizing millionaire Howard Hughes. She separated from Marley but when Hughes announced that he had no desire to marry her, Darnell returned to her husband. Because Darnell and Marley were unable to have children, they adopted a daughter, Charlotte Mildred "Lola" Marley (1948), the actress's only child. In mid-1948, she became romantically involved with director Joseph L. Mankiewicz, and filed for divorce. Mankiewicz, however, did not want to leave his wife for Darnell, and though the affair continued for six years, she again returned to her husband. In 1949, Darnell went into psychotherapy for hostile emotions that she had been building since childhood. Darnell and Marley finally divorced in 1951. In 1954, she married brewery heir Philip Liebmann but the marriage ended in 1955 on grounds of incompatibility. From 1957 to 1963, Linda Darnell was married to pilot Merle Roy Robertson. Darnell's final screen appearance was opposite Rory Calhoun in the low-budget Western Black Spurs (R.G. Springsteen, 1965).
Sources: Denny Jackson (IMDb), Wikipedia and IMDb.
"Uncertainty is the only certainty there is, and knowing how to live with insecurity is the only security. "
~John Allen Paulo
As it now seems a dead certainty that the East Coast Grey will be replaced by Virgin Trains Red. I am now searching for the specially liveried East Coast Loco's. Such as this one wearing its Special Livery to Celebrate the Battle of Britain Memorial Flight. The Livery Has a Vinyl of a Lancaster Bomber on one side and a Vinyl of a Hurricane & Spitfire on the other Side. Both Sides carry the slogan, 'LEAST WE FORGET' on the sides as well as a Battle Of Britain Crest on each side.
The only risk Baobao has to take is the high possibility of being purposely squished between thighs. The only hazard for Beibei is the almost certainty of being grabbed, flipped over and carried like a baby. It is very dangerous to live in this home.
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Illustration by Marten Kuilman as part of an essay under the title 'Antidotum voor de kroongetuigen'. It aims to be an evaluation of the present state of the world - and can be found here:
tetragonusmundus.wordpress.com/2020/05/22/96-antidotum-vo...
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Actaeon was the son of the priestly herdsman Aristaeus and Autonoe in Boeotia, and a famous Theban hero. Like Achilles in a later generation, he was trained by the centaur Chiron.
He fell to the fatal wrath of Artemis, but the surviving details of his transgression vary: "the only certainty is in what Aktaion suffered, his pathos, and what Artemis did: the hunter became the hunted; he was transformed into a stag, and his raging hounds, struck with a 'wolf's frenzy' (Lyssa), tore him apart as they would a stag." This is the iconic motif by which Actaeon is recognized, both in ancient art and in Renaissance and post-Renaissance depictions.
Among others, John Heath has observed, "The unalterable kernel of the tale was a hunter's transformation into a deer and his death in the jaws of his hunting dogs. But authors were free to suggest different motives for his death." In the version that was offered by the Hellenistic poet Callimachus, which has become the standard setting, Artemis was bathing in the woods when the hunter Actaeon stumbled across her, thus seeing her naked. He stopped and stared, amazed at her ravishing beauty. Once seen, Artemis got revenge on Actaeon: she forbade him speech — if he tried to speak, he would be changed into a stag — for the unlucky profanation of her virginity's mystery. Upon hearing the call of his hunting party, he cried out to them and immediately transformed. At this he fled deep into the woods, and doing so he came upon a pond and, seeing his reflection, groaned. His own hounds then turned upon him and pursued him, not recognizing him. In an endeavour to save himself, he raised his eyes (and would have raised his arms, had he had them) toward Mount Olympus. The gods did not heed his plea, and he was torn to pieces. An element of the earlier myth made Actaeon the familiar hunting companion of Artemis, no stranger. In an embroidered extension of the myth, the hounds were so upset with their master's death, that Chiron made a statue so lifelike that the hounds thought it was Actaeon.
There are various other versions of his transgression: The Hesiodic Catalogue of Women and pseudo-Apollodoran Bibliotheke state that his offense was that he was a rival of Zeus for Semele, his mother's sister, whereas in Euripides' Bacchae he has boasted that he is a better hunter than Artemis:
ὁρᾷς τὸν Ἀκτέωνος ἄθλιον μόρον,
ὃν ὠμόσιτοι σκύλακες ἃς ἐθρέψατο
διεσπάσαντο, κρείσσον' ἐν κυναγίαις
Ἀρτέμιδος εἶναι κομπάσαντ', ἐν ὀργάσιν.
Look at Actaeon's wretched fate
who by the man-eating hounds he had raised,
was torn apart, better at hunting
than Artemis he had boasted to be, in the meadows.
In François Clouet's Bath of Diana (1558-59) Actaeon's passing on horseback at left and mauling as a stag at right is incidental to the three female nudes.
Further materials, including fragments that belong with the Hesiodic Catalogue of Women and at least four Attic tragedies, including a Toxotides of Aeschylus, have been lost. Diodorus Siculus (4.81.4), in a variant of Actaeon's hubris that has been largely ignored, has it that Actaeon wanted to marry Artemis. Other authors say the hounds were Artemis' own; some lost elaborations of the myth seem to have given them all names and narrated their wanderings after his loss.
According to the Latin version of the story told by the Roman Ovid having accidentally seen Diana (Artemis) on Mount Cithaeron while she was bathing, he was changed by her into a stag, and pursued and killed by his fifty hounds. This version also appears in Callimachus' Fifth Hymn, as a mythical parallel to the blinding of Tiresias after he sees Athena bathing. The literary testimony of Actaeon's myth is largely lost, but Lamar Ronald Lacy, deconstructing the myth elements in what survives and supplementing it by iconographic evidence in late vase-painting, made a plausible reconstruction of an ancient Actaeon myth that Greek poets may have inherited and subjected to expansion and dismemberment. His reconstruction opposes a too-pat consensus that has an archaic Actaeon aspiring to Semele, a classical Actaeon boasting of his hunting prowess and a Hellenistic Actaeon glimpsing Artemis' bath. Lacy identifies the site of Actaeon's transgression as a spring sacred to Artemis at Plataea where Actaeon was a hero archegetes ("hero-founder"). The righteous hunter, the companion of Artemis, seeing her bathing naked in the spring, was moved to try to make himself her consort, as Diodorus Siculus noted, and was punished, in part for transgressing the hunter's "ritually enforced deference to Artemis" (Lacy 1990:42) (Wikipedia).
Someone in Burnett Lane thought that the Grim Reaper needed to remind us. Seen on my recent walk around Brisbane's laneways.
Coney Island is full of ghosts to me. It seems completely out of step with the rest of New York City, like a remnant that won't go away.
We were here on an August afternoon. I remember the sun was warm and the breeze was soft and the air was full of the scents of hot dogs and suntan lotion and beer -- a perfect summer blend.
And then I saw these two. They were sitting there, looking out at the ocean together.
His arm is draped around her shoulder and I think I can say with relative certainty that, to him, she is the most beautiful girl on the Boardwalk. Still.
It's one an image that makes my heart smile.
Christ Is One with All of Us Who Believe in His Name
Luke 1:53; Galatians 4:3–6; Ephesians 5:32
Humanity of Jesus, Union with Christ
To those of us who are truly the people of God, the incarnation is the subject of a thoughtful joy, which ever increases with our knowledge of its meaning, even as rivers are enlarged by many trickling brooks. The birth of Jesus not only brings us hope, but the certainty of good things. We do not merely speak of Christ’s coming into relation with our nature, but of His entering into union with ourselves, for He has become one flesh with us for purposes as great as His love. He is one with all of us who have believed in His Name.
CHARLES SPURGEON (1834–1892)
Elliot Ritzema, ed., 300 Quotations and Prayers for Christmas (Pastorum Series; Lexham Press, 2013).
Investigators cannot tell with certainty at this point if it was intentional or accidental. What is certain is that a number of images popped from his head when he hit the ground. The weapon, found at the scene appeared to be an ancient Kodak Brownie Holiday Flash that police think may have malfunctioned as he was trying to get a shot of something in his own backyard. Remember kids that 99% of all accidents occur due to carelessness in one's own home!
The Teleidoscope - Week #15 - Past
A big shout out to Number One son who helped me get this all set up and shot during our lunch today! Now, back to work for another meeting tonight.
The unknown is intoxicated by a simmering menace. It is everywhere, it permeates even our own certainties. Gazing for answers only intensifies its bitter snarl.
Up above the sea's grey flatland, wind is gathering the clouds. In between the sea and clouds proudly soaring the Petrel, reminiscent of black lightning.
Glancing a wave with his wingtip, like an arrow dashing cloudward, he cries out and the clouds hear his joy in the bird's cry of courage.
In this cry -- thirst for the tempest! Wrathful power, flame of passion, certainty of being victorious the clouds hear in that bird's cry.
Seagulls groan before the tempest, - groan, and race above the sea, and on its bottom they are ready to hide their fear of the storm.
And the loons are also groaning, - they, the loons, they cannot access the delight of life in battle: the noise of the clashes scares them.
The dumb penguin shyly hiding his fat body in the crevice . . . It is only the proud Petrel who soars ever bold and freely over the sea grey with sea foam!
Ever darker, clouds descending ever lower over the sea, and the waves are singing, racing to the sky to meet the thunder.
Thunder sounds. In foamy anger the waves groan, with wind in conflict. Now the wind firmly embraces flocks of waves and sends them crashing on the cliffs in wild fury, smashing into dust and seaspray all these mountains of emerald.
And the Petrel soars while crying, reminiscent of black lightning, like an arrow piercing the clouds, with his wing rips foam from the waves.
So he dashes, like a demon, - proud, black demon of the tempest, - and he's laughing and he's weeping . . . it is at the clouds he's laughing, it is with his joy he's weeping!
In the fury of the thunder, the wise demon hears his weakness, but he's certain that the clouds will not hide the sun - won't hide it!
The wind howls . . . the thunder rolls . . .
Like a blue flame, flocks of clouds blaze up above the sea's abyss. The sea catches bolts of lightning drowning them beneath its waters. Just like serpents made of fire, they weave in the water, fading, the reflections of this lightning.
-Tempest! Soon will strike the tempest!
That is the courageous Petrel proudly soaring in the lightning over the sea's roar of fury; cries of victory the prophet:
-Let the tempest come strike harder!
M. Gorky, 1901
The 1715 Uprising
THE year 1715 was an exciting and anxious time throughout Scotland, and nowhere was the anxiety keener than in Edinburgh ; for, should the war break out of which men whispered, the capital would have its full share of troubles. So the good citizens began to prepare for what seemed every day more certain. A volunteer movement was begun which resulted in the enrolling of four hundred citizen soldiers, and at the Castle unusually elaborate precautions were taken against the onset of a hostile force. Ample provisions for a prolonged siege were laid up in store ; trenches were dug in the eastern front facing the approach from the city ; the regular guards were doubled ; and the Nor' Loch by the closing of the sluice, had its modest expanse converted into a good-sized lake, such as any attacking force would find difficult to negotiate.
What had led to all this alarm? The death of ' Good Queen Anne,' and the accession to the throne of the King who lives in Scottish song as ' The wee, wee German Lairdie.' George I. was undoubtedly; the reverse of popular with his new subjects, and in no part of his dominions was his popularity less than in Scotland. The time was eminently hopeful for any attempt which the exiled Stuart King might make to regain the throne of his fathers, and Scotland was plainly the likeliest starting-point for any such enterprise. Towards the autumn of 1715 this likelihood became a certainty, and in the early days of September it was known in Edinburgh that the rebellion had begun. At the call of John, Earl of Mar, the Highlands had risen, and, as was to happen again in 1745, so it was now
The standard on the braes o' Mar
Is up an' streaming rarely ;
The gath'ring pipe on Lochnagar
Is sounding loud an' sairly.
The Hielandmen frae hill an' glen,
Wi' belted plaids an' glitt'ring blades,
Wi' bonnets blue, an' hearts sae true,
Are coming late an' early.
They came in their thousands. Nine thousand of them were soon ready to descend on the Lowland country, which then was garrisoned by but three thousand of King George's troops. First the town of Perth, then Edinburgh, and then England was the route proposed. The first stage was certain, for Perth was sure to yield ; and Edinburgh was sure also, if the Castle were previously secured. But was that possible? If it were, the importance of its capture could hardly be over-estimated, not only from the added strength and prestige which the Jacobite cause would thereby gain, but also by reason of the rich spoils in arms, stores, and money, that would be gained. At least 100,000 pounds was known to be there, in ward. So great was the prize, and so valuable its possession, that some daring Jacobites determined to secure it, and fixed on the night of 8th September for their memorable attempt, which all but succeeded.
The scheme originated with Lord Drummond of Perth, and was engineered by Ensign Arthur, a former officer of the Scots Fusilier Guards, who had at one time been quartered with his regiment in the Castle, and so knew the ground intimately. Forty of Lord Drummond's own clansmen and other forty young Jacobites of Edinburgh were selected for the enterprise, which was to be carried out under the leadership of a daring Highlander, Drummond of Balhaldie. The spot chosen for the surprise was the north-west corner of the wall near the old sallyport. By bribes and promises the necessary allies within the Castle had been secured a sergeant named Ainslie, who was promised a lieutenancy ; a corporal, who was to be rewarded with an ensign's post ; and two privates, who were to receive a money recompense. At eleven o'clock on the night of 8th September these four would be on guard at the sally-port, and it was arranged that at that hour the attacking party should clamber up the rocks at the foot of the wall, carrying with them a strong "scaling ladder made of ropes and with pulleys," and wide enough to bear four men abreast. This the sergeant would haul up and fix to the battlements, when in a trice eighty bold, determined men would be over the wall, and with sword and bullet would do the rest. The Castle once taken, three discharges of artillery were to signal the success of the attempt to friends watching from the Fife shore. Then on the Lomonds a beacon fire would blaze and flash the tidings to the Forfarshire hills, from which it would be yet further signalled to the gathered clans at Invercauld, when, in impetuous might, Mar and his Highlanders would descend on the Lowlands and carry all Scotland before them.
It was a bold, well-planned scheme, and but for a woman's timid fears would in all likelihood have succeeded, and for a time at least might have seriously altered the course of our country's history. Ensign Arthur happened to have a brother in Edinburgh, a doctor, and, like himself, a keen Jacobite. In the coming assault there would inevitably be severe fighting and some bloodshed, when a doctor would be of much service ; so, with the best of intentions, Arthur revealed the scheme to his brother, and invited his co-operation. The doctor readily agreed to accompany the bold Highlanders, but with further thought there came uneasiness ; and as the critical hour approached, the unwonted excitement and anxiety of it all told visibly on this non-military combatant. His sharpeyed anxious wife saw that there was something on her husband's mind and plied him with many questions, until at last, finding evasion impossible, he told the secret. No doubt it was told under a promise of further secrecy, but wifely concern absolved her conscience of any breach of honour, and dwarfed every other consideration save the personal one. What to her was the success of King James VIII compared with the life and safety of her husband !
Instantly, and without her husband's knowledge, a messenger was despatched to the Lord Justice- Clerk, bearing an anonymous letter revealing the plot, and stating that the assault was to be made that very night. It was already ten o'clock when the letter was delivered, and ere the Lord Justice-Clerk's warning note reached the Castle another hour had gone. Even then the plan might not have been frustrated, for Colonel Stewart, the Governor of the Castle, gave the warning very scant attention. Perhaps he did not believe it ; perhaps he did, and felt some secret sympathy with an attempt made in the cause of a King whose name he shared. At all events he did just as little as he possibly could after receiving a warning of the kind. " Let a good watch be kept," he said, and then went calmly to bed.
Fortunately, however, for the safety of the Castle and unfortunately for the bold conspirators - the chief officer on duty that night, Lieutenant Lindsay, was a man of a different type and of other sympathies. He at once put the garrison under arms, and set himself to a ceaseless round of inspection of the walls all night long. Yet even this vigilance would have been too late had the attack taken place at the hour originally planned, and not all Lindsay's caution nor the intervention of the woman marplot would have saved the Castle from capture.
But the fates were fighting against the Jacobites that night, and among the attacking party themselves there were adverse happenings. The charms of a tavern on a dark stormy night were too great to be resisted, and sufficed to keep a number of the men so pleasantly occupied that the hour for mustering slipped past unnoticed, and eleven o'clock had already struck before the eighty assembled in St. Cuthbert's Churchyard and proceeded through the darkness to the rock under the old postern. The half-hour that followed was as full of dramatic tension and incident as any man of all the eighty could have wished, though not of the precise kind that any of them expected or desired.
Clambering up the rocky face no easy task in the darkness they reach the foot of the wall, to find their sentinel friend peering impatiently for them over the battlement. " Quick," he cries ; " you're terribly late ! The patrol will be here at twelve o'clock."
But, alas, there is yet another delay. Part of the ladder is still wanting ! Charles Forbes, the Edinburgh rope-merchant who is bringing it, has not yet come, so there is nothing for it but wait. The minutes pass and seem like hours, for as each slips away the chances of success slip away too. At last Balhaldie can bear the suspense no longer. He must do something. " Throw a rope," he cries to the sergeant, and the rope is thrown. The ladder is hoisted and grappled fast to the battlements. But it helps nothing, for the lowest rung dangles quite beyond the reach of the eager men below. Oh, tardy Charles Forbes, these are no words of blessing that are muttered by some eighty pairs of lips! But whether blessings or curses makes little difference. To wait is all that can be done to wait, and hope that the missing rope may yet arrive before the patrol comes round to the postern gate and the guard is changed.
But soon that hope is ended, and the chance of success has gone for ever. Approaching steps are heard, and Sergeant Ainslie knows that the game is up. His one thought now is how to save himself and divert suspicion, and his actions show that he is a man of resource, if not of principle. Casting off the grappling tackle, he throws down the ladder, fires his musket into the darkness, shouts, " The enemy ! " and, in short, does everything that a vigilant sentinel might be expected to do. Lieu- tenant Lindsay and the patrol rush up, look over the wall, see nothing, but hear the hurried scamper of many feet, and fire into the darkness below. There all is confusion, for since the enterprise has clearly failed, it is each man for himself. Scrambling and sliding down the rocky slope, they reach the bottom, and make their way unpursued round the west end of the loch, where at last they meet the long-expected Charles Forbes with the precious rope, now so useless. What welcome they gave him is not recorded, but it may be well imagined.
Of the men engaged in this assault all but four escaped. Of these, one was Captain M'Lean, a one-legged veteran of Killiecrankie, whose physical infirmity made rapid movement impossible, and the others were Leslie, a page of the Duchess of Gordon, and two 'writer-lads' of Edinburgh. All four were found lying on the slopes, bruised or wounded, when the city guard, who had been alarmed by the firing, came hurrying round from the West Port to give assistance, now no longer needed. It was a poor capture : so poor and unrepresentative that no attempt to punish the four was ever made, the only sufferer being the traitorous Sergeant Ainslie, whose complicity was discovered, and who, for his treachery, was hanged over the postern gate, the scene of his disloyalty.
So there was no joyous discharge of artillery from the Castle ramparts. The bonfire ready for the kindling on the Lomonds of Fife never blazed up its message into the sky ; and as the long night passed and no beacon glow reddened the Grampian summits, the Earl of Mar, watching and waiting at far Invercauld, knew that the bold enterprise had failed, and that over Edinburgh Castle there still fluttered the flag of the Union and King George.
(The painting, "Drill Parade, Edinburgh Castle", is by Robert Sanderson (1848–1908), and was painted in 1886. Photo credit: City of Edinburgh Council, Art UK.)
I can't say much about this with any degree of certainty, but would guess the (UTIC bodied?) Daimler Fleetline would have been new to Lisbon Municipal 'Carris'. Equally with a degree of uncertainty, I think I took this picture somewhere on the Algarve or at least in close proximity circa 1995. I've no idea what the purpose of the bus was, but hazarding a guess, it was being used in connection with some sort of night club. The bus does look commendably tidy.
Story and Style Card available on my blog, Three Twisted Knots, at threetwistedknots.com/2018/08/02/the-certainty-of-rain/
"A Queerification" by Regie Cabico
queer me
shift me
transgress me
tell my students i’m gay
tell chick fil a i’m queer
tell the new york times i’m straight
tell the mail man i’m a lesbian
tell american airlines
i don’t know what my gender is
like me
liking you
like summer blockbuster armrest dates
armrest cinematic love
elbow to forearm in the dark
humor me queerly
fill me with laughter
make me high with queer gas
decompress me from centuries of spanish inquisition
& self-righteous judgment