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IOW Chain Ferry No6. The boat has only completed a couple of runs and to date(16/5/17) has lost its operators licence .
www.iwcp.co.uk/news/Floating-Bridge-suspended-after-coast...
Sometimes, we want to fly away, up and high, but there are many chains that keep us from doing so: obligations, people, the past, or our own fears.
The Chained Library at Hereford Cathedral is a unique and fascinating treasure in Britain’s rich heritage of library history; there were books at Hereford Cathedral long before there was a ‘library’ in the modern sense.
The cathedral’s earliest and most important book is the 8th-century Hereford Gospels; it is one of 229 medieval manuscripts which now occupy two bays of the Chained Library.
The chaining of books was the most widespread and effective security system in European libraries from the Middle Ages to the 18th century, and Hereford Cathedral’s 17th-century Chained Library is the largest to survive with all its chains, rods and locks intact.
A chain is attached at one end to the front cover of each book; the other end is slotted on to a rod running along the bottom of each shelf. The system allows a book to be taken from the shelf and read at the desk, but not to be removed from the bookcase.
The books are shelved with their foredges, rather than their spines, facing the reader (the wrong way round to us); this allows the book to be lifted down and opened without needing to be turned around – thus avoiding tangling the chain.
The specially designed chamber in the New Library Building not only means that the whole library can now be seen in its original arrangement as it was from 1611 to 1841, but also allows the books to be kept in controlled environmental conditions according to modern standards of presentation.
There has been a working theological library at the cathedral since the 12th century, and the whole library continues to serve the cathedral’s work and witness both as a research centre and as a tourist attraction.
Sandbanks chain ferry that crosses the entrance to Poole Harbour between Sandbanks and Shell Bay Studland.
Markarian’s Chain, a group of galaxies stretched out in a curved line, is in the constellation of Virgo and is a part of the Virgo Cluster of galaxies which itself contains about 2000 galaxies. The member galaxies of Markarian’s Chain are about 55 million light years away so the light we are seeing now left them just 10 million years after the extinction of the dinosaurs. The main galaxy in the bottom left of the image is M87 where the central supermassive black hole whose event horizon was directly imaged by the Event Horizon Telescope in 2019. The top two brightest galaxies are M84 and M86 which are also Messier objects.
06 May 2021 - 60 x 120 sec images with ASI 533 MC one shot colour camera/Redcat 51 on an Ioptron Skyguider Pro. Stacked in APP and processed StarTools.
View of Chain Bridge looking across the Potomac River towards Washington from Virginia. A horse and carriage that have just crossed and the ruins of a stone building stand on the right side of the image. dcpl_p027_0006
Chain on top of concrete breakwater blocks that line a portion of the coast that sticks farthest out into the ocean.
I recently bought an early 6x9 folding Voigtlander Bessa, with three shutter speeds 1/25th, 1/50th and 1/100th plus a B and T setting. It has a f7.7 lens with no marked focal length. The seller said it had come from Germany to Canada and had sat in a travel trunk for 65 years. I took it apart and cleaned the three lens sections (there was possible fungus), the shutter and the body. The bellows seem light tight. It is in good condition except the folding front leg is missing. The leather case will need restitching.
Here is a photograph from the first test at probably f7.7 or f11. Film used was Ilford FP4, which was developed in caffenol C-L semi-stand for 30mins.
Broken Chain on Tauentzienstraße, a major shopping street in the City West area of Berlin.
The Broken Chain is a contemporary sculpture in Berlin that symbolizes the fall of the Berlin Wall in 1989. The sculpture consists of two halves of a broken chain representing the division and reunification of the city. It serves as a powerful reminder of Germany's tumultuous history and eventual triumph over division.
This was my first shoot with Valerie - she came to one of our small group shoots and I had no idea what to expect. Valerie was an absolute delight to shoot with - a nice mix of sassy, adventurous, photogenic, and fun to shoot with. It helped that Valerie is about the same size of my wife so she could wear some of Heather's outfits. She is definitely someone I'd love to do more shoots with.
I took these photos in Star, Idaho in April 2016.
These bells were in a really interesting Hindu temple in Tripura, North East India. Think they need a bit of a dusting really, don't you?
It's also an excuse to get rid of a song that's been in my head all night...
One last photo for January. Felt a bit like cramming before a test but I like this result, even though it was via phone.
Wee Gorbal McScroggins
The son of a Germanic warrior and a Scottish mother Gorbal McScroggins was born and brought up in the area that later became Newcastle, from which he derived half of his distinctive accent, after his father was killed in one of the battles after the Great Heathen Army, led by Ivar the Boneless and Halfdan Ragnarsson invaded East Anglia in 866 AD then moved north later that year Gorbal’s mother moved back to Glasgow taking him with her, which is where he acquired the other part of his accent.
Not a lot is known about the next few years of his life, as no-one could understand the stories he later told about it.
At some point Gorbal joined the Viking forces under Guthram which were attacking Rochester in 885, by this time he had grown to his full height of five feet and had red hair, (Frequently dyed blue as his home-made helmet liner was not colour-fast and the blue dye tended to run in the rain), the helmet itself was adorned by the horns of an elderly Aberdeen Angus bull which he had chopped off one drunken night while it was looking the other way.
He was usually dressed in an ankle length studded leather kilt and an unmatched set of very battered rusty chain mail which he had bought at a bargain price at Cerdic’s Ox Boot fair on St. Giles Hill outside Winchester whilst recovering from one of his usual massive Sunday morning hangovers.
The mail, which he never polished, had become a charcoal black as a result of Gorbal’s habit of warming it over a fire before clambering into it on cold mornings, and had an accumulation of assorted unidentifiable food stains on the front (Gorbal was a very messy eater!) Over the chain mail he wore a massive coat made from the almost cured hide of a long haired West Highland Coo, which in itself made a second layer of armour.
On his back he had strapped a huge four foot long double bladed battle-axe, very rusty but with extremely sharp edges which he was adept at swinging at great speed in low level circles.
Within a year he was dishonourably discharged from Guthrum’s forces, and over the next couple of years his terrible temper when he had had a few drinks and his lethal and indiscriminate fighting style had him ejected (Often forcibly) from the Wessex, Danish, Mercian and West Saxon armies and totally banned from ever entering Kent and Cornwall under the threat of an instant and painful death on sight!
With no demand for his services Gorbal ended up in Winchester, causing frequent upheavals in the local pubs on Saturday nights after drinking his usual twelve pints of strong mead.
Gorbal had no idea of his real age but one day he decided that it must be his twenty-first birthday and decided to have a party in the Three Feathers, a well known drinking establishment close to the New Minster (Which preceded Winchester Cathedral), the party was a roaring success, attended by many of Gorbal’s friends and acquaintances, attracted by the possibility that he might actually buy a round.
He started by ordering two pints of ‘Heavy’ and things progressed from there, just after midnight he was seen dancing on the bar, which collapsed under his heavy boots, it may well have already been weakened by the repeated blows on it’s surface with his battleaxe as he tried to get served!
As a result of the two day drunken riot Gorbal, who had drunk at least four yards of mead and numerous other alcoholic beverages, eventually passed out and was carried away in style on the front door of the pub which his friends ripped off to use as a stretcher.
They forced two monks who happened to be passing to walk in front of the procession singing a dirge as they progressed through Winchester, stopping at various establishments to refill their mugs, until they reached Gorbal’s accommodation where they left him to sleep it off. He subsequently found himself barred from the remains of the pub, now renamed the Two and a Half Charred Feathers, and almost every other pub in Winchester.
Although he was officially banned from every army in the land Gorbal, travelling on his vicious and evil-tempered little Shetland pony, attended almost every battle and minor skirmish in his surrounding area, fighting on his own as a separate side in the middle of the battle.
As being anywhere near him in a fight was so lethal where he had fought was obvious after the rest of the armies had departed, as in the centre of the field was a nine foot circle, devoid of vegetation and with a two foot deep hole caused by his iron soled, steel toe-capped boots as he swing the huge battle axe in circles at such velocity that his feet often left the ground for several rotations.
It is said that warriors from all sides would avoid the area where he fought and would plug their ears to protect them from being damaged by the continual stream of foul and often unintelligible oaths and imprecations that comprised his battle cry (And normal speech come to that!) which is reputed to have been clearly heard over the din of battle some three miles distant.
The only time the very sharp axe stopped swinging was when Gorbal paused to take a swig from the gallon-sized hip flask which hung from his belt.
As spirits had yet to be invented it is unknown quite what the evil concoction it contained consisted of, but it is recorded that he once offered the Bishop of Winchester a wee libation from the flask, which he foolishly accepted and (When he finally recovered three days later) he promptly had Gorbal excommunicated (Something the Druids, Heathen and Pagan priests had done years ago) and barred him from ever entering any religious premises, not that this made any difference to Gorbal who only entered any Church or monastery to steal the communion wine anyway.
In later life, when most of the fighting had stopped Gorbal got rather bored with being banned from most places in the south and, with several of his sons (Accumulated from various inebriated liaisons over the years) moved north, taking residence in a renovated fort on part of Hadrian’s Wall on the Scottish border.
However he soon got frustrated by the lack of excitement and took up cattle raiding for fun, stealing herds from farms on one side of the border and depositing them in one on the other side then sitting back to watch the ensuing chaos and fights that resulted as Scots and English accused each other of border reiving.
After he died (His liver finally said “Enough!” and left to find a more sober environment) his descendants carried on with the cross-border raiding and cattle rustling for several generations. Several centenaries later an area of new tenement blocks were built in the Oakland Square area of Glasgow in 1870 were named “The Gorbals” to commemorate Gorbal McScroggins famous exploits.