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Pacific Ocean paddlers, backdropped by Mount Baker
Mt Baker also known as Koma Kulshan or simply Kulshan, is an active glaciated andesitic stratovolcano in the Cascade Volcanic Arc and the North Cascades of Washington in the United States. (Wikipedia)
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Taken on a trip over to Wyre Forest from Nottingham. We first visited the site near Earnwood Copse car park. However, we arrived mid morning and the SPBFs were already energised in the heat and constantly flying making photos impossible. We think we saw some 3-4 individuals but the sparse sightings were hard to gauge numerically. It clouded over just after midday and the butterflies hunkered down.
We headed over to Dry Mill Lane and walked up the old raiway track, seeing nothing in the way of butterflies bar several Speckled Woods, but returned to Earnwood Copse at 5 pm as the sun re-emerged, staying until 7pm. The butterflies were again up and flying, but less energetically and settling frequently, so we were able to obtain photos. Also seen, several Ringlet, Meadow Brown, Speckled Wood; a faded Painted Lady, Red Admiral, a Brimstone.
With John Farrell and Dave Thorpe and a big thanks to John Farrell for chauffeuring us all over there from Nottingham.
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Stretch limousine being chauffeured down the cobblestone-paved, Water Street in Gastown
Gastown is the historic core of Vancouver, and is the city's earliest, most historic area of commercial buildings and warehouses.
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Handsome pairs of Clydesdale horses chauffeur tourists around Stanley Park in old fashioned carriages
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HDR artistic impression.
A special thanks to all my Flickr friends and visitors, for taking the time to view and acknowledge my photography.
I would also, like to extend my thanks, to all those who place my images in their beautiful galleries, or use my images for their covers.
Additionally, I am truly humbled to receive so many thoughtful and generous testimonies. I cannot express how deeply touched and honoured I am, to find such caring and beautifully written words left on my behalf.
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~Christie
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Chauffeur stayed at home, because my girl wanted to ride
Lookin' luxe and tastin' plush, I'm feelin' so alive
Want to take it to the highway, come on, let's go for a drive, uh
De chauffeur van de kleine Steyr-Puch 500 laat zijn voertuig rustig uitpruttelen. De dagelijkse goederentrein naar Heidenreichstein is juist luid toeterend uit het station Aalfang vertrokken. Ruim voor de overweg komt het autootje tot stilstand. Met een gewicht van 580 kilogram heeft de in Oostenrijk gebouwde auto de net gepasseerde brug over de Romaubach beslist niet te zwaar belast. In tegenstelling tot het Italiaanse voorbeeld had deze Oostenrijkse variant van de Fiat 500 een 16 pk boxermotor die in het lokale heuvel- en berglandschap prima voldeed.
Ook "Gepäcktriebwagen" 2091.09 is een Oostenrijks product. Met bouwjaar 1938 is de locomotief aanzienlijk ouder dan de klassieke auto.
Klik op de foto voor een grote afbeelding.
Bekijk mijn fotoalbum in de klassieke versie.
Himachal-Pradesh (Inde) - Tout le long de l'axe Leh-Manali, on trouve de nombreuses yourtes qui servent de gargotes pour les usagers de la route. Un verre de thé, une assiette de riz les chauffeurs trouvent ici tout pour faire une agréable pause après des heures de conduite. On peut aussi pour quelques roupies, s'offrir quelques heures de sommeil bien au chaud. C'est aussi l'occasion de retrouver les collègues routiers. Quand on risque sa vie à chaque virage, tous ces chauffeurs ont développé au fil des années de véritables amitiés.
Himachal-Pradesh (India) - All along the Leh-Manali axis, there are many yurts which serve as hamburgers for road users. A glass of tea, a plate of rice, the drivers will find everything here to take a pleasant break after hours of driving. You can also, for a few rupees, afford a few hours of sleep. It is also an opportunity to meet colleagues road. When you risk your life at every turn, all of these drivers have developed true friendships over the years.
..until the chauffeur, composed and purposeful, made his departure. He took the narrow path up the gentle rise, passing beneath the arch of that distinguished structure with its venerable clock—hands wanting twenty minutes to two - leaving behind only the hush of old stone and a faint trace of his service.
Madurai (Inde) - Ce chauffeur de rickshaw dont j’ai utilisé les services, n’est pas en forme. Il a une migraine à se taper la tête contre un mur. Je lui ai donné quelques cachets anti douleur que j’ai toujours dans ma poche, au cas ou mes cervicales se rappelleraient à mon bon souvenir. Il m’est arrivé à plusieurs reprises de jouer le « French doctors » en Inde. Principalement pour des migraines.
Etant donné l’efficacité du médicament (fabriqué en Inde pour un grand laboratoire français), je me fais de nouveaux amis.
Le chauffeur de rickshaw sur la photo, je ne l’ai pas revu, mais je suis certain que ces maux de tête ont vite disparus… pour quelques heures. Il est à noter qu’en Inde, les médicaments sont très chers et nombreux sont ceux qui ne peuvent même pas se payer de l’aspirine. Le bilan sanitaire de la population est déplorable.
The rickshaw driver has a headache
Madurai (India) - This rickshaw driver whose services I used is not in good shape. He has a headache. I gave him some painkillers that I always have in my pocket, in case my neck would remember me. It happened to me several times to play the "French doctors" in India. Mainly for migraines.
Given the effectiveness of the drug (made in India for a large French laboratory), I made new friends. For the rickshaw driver in the photo, I didn't see him again, but I'm sure those headaches quickly disappeared... for a few hours. It should be noted that in India, medicines are very expensive and many people cannot even afford aspirin. The health record of the population is deplorable.
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un bon conducteur sympa.....non francophone.
Il a décroché la guitare qui était suspendue derrière le bar
Challenge #190: Having Fun
I was invited to a late Easter Dinner with Nate, Wendi and Jillian. I usually drive but they offered this time to come and get me and take me home. Jillian loves to drive and wants as much practice as she can get. She is turning out to be a very good driver. I feel very safe when I'm in the car with her.
De chauffeur van de BMW Isetta is hopeloos de weg kwijtgeraakt. Gelukkig is een charmante dame die ter plaatse bekend is, bereid om de weg naar het station te wijzen. "Maar u kunt ook gewoon de pluim van de trein volgen, kijk daar komt die net!".
I suppose there are at least 2 explanations here, either the chauffeur had studiously polished the silver right off the brass, or the Roller was left outside for decades. Double click on the image to enlarge.
Originally called the “Spirit of Speed”, the “Spirit of Ecstasy” as it is now known first appeared on the top of a Rolls-Royce radiator in 1911. The inspiration for the Spirit of Ecstasy was commissioned by the 2nd Baron Montagu of Beaulieu to make a special mascot for his 1909 Rolls-Royce Silver Ghost. He asked his friend Charles Sykes to design the mascot, which is thought to be modelled on Eleanor Velasco Thornton who was the secretary and lover of the Baron Montagu. This first figurine was named “The Whisper” and depicted a young woman in flowing robes placing one forefinger to her lips.
Rolls-Royce were keen to design their own mascot because some Rolls-Royce owners were commissioning their own designs, which were not always in keeping with the ethos of the company. So Rolls-Royce’s Claude Johnson (often known as the hyphen in the name Rolls-Royce) commissioned Sykes to create the now infamous “Spirit of Ecstasy“. Johnson described how Sykes had sought to convey his design, “the spirit of ecstasy, who has selected road travel as her supreme delight… she is expressing her keen enjoyment, with her arms outstretched and her sight fixed upon the distance.”
The Spirit of Ecstasy is also nicknamed as “Nelly in her Nighty” were all silver-plated until 1914 and most now are made from stainless-steel, although silver and gold statuettes can still be ordered.
Miss Thornton aka “Thorn” died tragically on 30th December 1915, whilst sailing to India on board the SS Persia. The ship was torpedoed by a U-boat south of Crete. Lord Montagu was saved after several days adrift on a life raft.
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Chauffeur waiting for the bride and groom, I wonder if they know this Kit Car is built on a Ford Transit chassis? It looks great.
This photograph of my grandfather shows him as a chauffeur in 1913 and, on the reverse, he has written a note to the woman he was “walking out” with arranging a meeting.
The 1911 census shows him working at a stable as a groom so clearly in the intervening years he had secured a new career. He was almost certainly unaware that within the following 18 months he would become a soldier serving on the Western Front until the end of the Great War.
In 1916 he was granted leave to marry and on the banns certificate his occupation was shown as “serving in the war”. He was discharged from the Army in early 1920 and died in 1962.
I believe the vehicle is a Renault and I have deliberately not restored the photograph as I think part of its charm is the damage it has sustained in the last 108 years. I particularly like the big headlights and what appears to be a petrol can on the roof! Clearly, unlike today, there were no laws on tyre tread depth as the spare and front offside appear to have none although the front nearside does have some!
I think what I enjoyed most of all was the look on my new friend’s face when he gazed down towards the scene below us for the very first time. Well it was either that or the amount of Swedish chocolate he’d brought with him. Enough to feed half of West Cornwall in fact, but to my everlasting pleasure it was all for me. If this is how it was going to be, then I was quite content to chauffeur him in all manner of directions across the county, very possibly towing a reasonably sized trailer full of Nordic confectionery along behind us. All I need to do now is stay away from the bathroom scales and make excuses if anyone tries to take a cholesterol reading. Of course, it is in keeping with a long held European tradition that one of the chocolate bars has an amusing and faintly rude sounding name. Bearing in mind that half the population of Europe probably speak better English than half the population of England, I can only assume that these things are done for comic effect.
It’s the second time that Flickr has been solely responsible for introducing me to one of you, and curious that on each occasion the visitor to my home county has made Botallack their location of choice. Maybe not so curious. It’s a place that’s rapidly climbed the charts among my own favourites, and one that can still draw a sharp intake of breath on arrival - even though I can be here in well under an hour from my front door. While we’d picked the day that suited us both some weeks earlier, I left it to Steve to choose the subject, which is the proper thing to do, sharing images from a number of other suggested options, including at least three more within a few miles of this one.
Our early arrival took us to the local pub, a brand new experience for me too, and here we shared snippets of our lives, the ladies we share them with, our respective children, my grandchildren, and other important matters such as exactly how the name of that Swedish flatpack furniture giant should be pronounced. If you’re British or Irish, you’re probably pronouncing it incorrectly by the way. Just saying. Don’t shoot the messenger. I stopped short of asking him if he had an address for the subject of the world’s longest ever schoolboy crush. Maybe it was time I accepted that Agnetha Faltskog, who mesmerised my nine year old self and then haunted my teenage years to distraction, needed to be set free at last. Or maybe he just didn’t know where she lived. I guess in a country with ten and a half million people you can’t be on personal terms with everyone can you?
Before arriving, and despite having chosen the location, Steve was good enough to let me know that he wasn’t overly enthusiastic about sheer vertical drops, leaving us both with some misgivings about whether he’d tackle the fabled Ledge of Doom, the narrow crossing on the other side of which offers what are arguably the most dramatic images from Botallack. Maybe some of my tales have been a bit melodramatic, but put it this way - I’m surprised the National Trust’s Health and Safety brigade haven’t yet dynamited it during a noisy winter’s night, blamed the aftermath on coastal erosion and given us all a fait accomplit. They probably will one day. Hope they don’t read this. It’s the only place where you can get down to the same level as the engine houses themselves. Unless you have a drone and a very understanding insurance underwriter that is. You don’t need to cross the Ledge of Doom to get an agreeable photograph here, but you’ll be glad that you did. At least until you remember you have to cross back over again after you’ve taken your shots unless you have a tent and a lifetime’s supply of food.
But Steve displayed the courage of some much earlier battle helmet wearing Scandinavian visitors to these shores, and followed me across and back. Twice, no less. On the second escapade I headed lower down still, onto my favourite rock and settled there, safe in the knowledge that I could still see him clacking contentedly away above me, his tripod pointing in the direction of the engine houses. After a while I noticed he’d vanished, and worried that I might be held responsible for any unfortunate incidents and find myself indefinitely excluded from Petra’s Christmas card list, I headed back up to make sure he hadn’t taken an unexpected bath. In fact he was sitting on the clifftop on the other side of the perilous passage, chatting away to a young Polish photographer who was touring the area and sleeping in his car. A successful meeting, and one of many more to come I hope. I was happy with the shots I’d taken, and rather more importantly, Steve seemed to be too. Even though he thought his best picture of the evening might be of a different subject entirely. We’ll all have to watch and wait on that score. He's still touring the south of England somewhere as I write.
And finally, today’s top tip. When learning to speak enough of the lingo to find your way around Gothenburg without inadvertently ending up in Malmo, if you’re unsure on your vocab, say the English word in a Swedish accent. Straight from the horse’s mouth. Now then, I fancy a couple of squares of strawberry flavoured Plopp. Where did I hide that chocolate? Now let's see, second field beyond the gate, third tree, fourteen paces west, twelve paces south……
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We continuing our journey from Bolaven Plateau to Champasak - Southern Laos near the Cambodian border, some 200 km from Angkor Wat and about a one hour drive from Pakse. There is undoubtedly a growing tourist trail in Laos, but that just means there’s plenty of roads. After all, half the fun of traveling here is in the travel itself – the people you meet, chickens you share seats with, wrong turns you take and lào-láo you drink with the smiling family at the end of the road less traveled. We started in Tad Fane by local bus. Local buses in Laos are a truly unique experience. As a westerner you'll never get the opportunity to pay the local price but the benefit is that you're almost always guaranteed an actual seat. Busses in Laos are packed quite literally to the rafters. People sit 3 to a seat, or if there is no room stand in the aisles or sit on crates of Beer Lao which every local bus seems to have a sideline delivering. Strapped to the roof we have seen ; bags of rice, motorbikes, chickens with their feet cruelly bound and yet more Beer Lao. You can forget about air-con, some buses may have a rusty fan attached to the ceiling, but more often than not all the windows are wedged open, which doubles up as a solution to motion sickness. Basically Laos is not the best place in the world to be if you are impatient or in a hurry. We have had a 50 km journey which took us more than 2.5 hours. Your best bet is to sit back should you have a backrest and enjoy the fabulous scenery and rural life. At Houay Sae we had get out of the bus. Here we had to go on another 30km southward- route 13. Since there were no local buses we had to take the local Tuk Tuk. Well of-course not before we negotiate the right price. To get the right price remember to negotiate with a smile.
Photo of my wife Kanitha negotiating tuktuk taxi price at Houay Sae - route13. The Belgium girl Carolien (on the right) and girlfriend Helen are luckily joining us.
Wie zich met de bus door Laos wil begeven, moet zich onmiddellijk realiseren dat Laos nog altijd een derdewereldland is. De wegen zijn regelmatig niet geasfalteerd en lokale bussen zijn minstens twintig jaar oud. Elke bustrip is een memorabele. Onze reis gaat verder van Tad Fane waterval naar Champasak. Vlakbij dit dorp liggen de mooie UNESCO Khmer-ruïnes van Wat Phu. Vandaag vervoert de bus ook enkele brommers, satellietschotel op haar dak en is de heft van de bus volgeladen met Chinese kool. In het middenpad liggen wat volle rijst zakken. De bus is te vergelijken met een derde klasse bus in Thailand met drie stoelen links en twee stoelen rechts. Als westerling zijn je schouders te breed om fatsoenlijk in de stoel te passen, dus ik ben blij dat we dit genoeg stoelen voor onszelf hebben. Ook de beenruimte is als altijd krap. Het is een reis van 50km, slechts af en toe passeren we een dorpje. De bus heeft zijn beste tijd gehad en de bus maakt flinke herrie. Vooral met het steeds afremmen, we dalen immers af vanaf Bolaven Plateau richting het lagere Mekong gebied. Mijn voeten worden erg warm en er komt rook uit de de vloer. Ik waarschuw de buschauffeur. In plaats van remmen op de motor remt de chauffeur alleen op z'n remschijven waardoor die te heet worden en gaan gloeien! Na een kleine rustpauze proberen we verder te rijden. De chauffeur bleef lachen. We waren in ieder geval blij dat we aangekomen waren bij ons overstap punt in Houay Sae. Hier moesten 30km verder met de lokale TukTuk. Natuurlijk moest er eerst onderhandeld worden over de prijs. Onderhandelen kan je het beste doen met een grote glimlach. Probeer ook niet het onderste uit de kan te halen want vaak is er maar één optie op afgelegen plaatsen zoals hierboven. Mijn vrouw Kanitha kan goed onderhandelen. De jongen met gele t-shirt bracht ons in z'n tuktuk ons naar onze bestemming in Champasak. Het was eigenlijk nog een hele trip want na de 30km moesten we ook nog de Mekong oversteken met de lokale pont. De jongen was zelf ook nog nooit in Champasak geweest. Waardoor we eigenlijk Champasak voorbij reden. We hadden zelfs het idee dat Champasak een groot stadje was, maar was niet meer dan wat huizen aan één weg. Uiteindelijk toch bij plaats van bestemming gekomen en accommodatie gevonden.
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Ik weet niet of het al officieel geopend is? Maar dit is dan de wachtruimte voor buschauffeurs op het busplatform boven NS station Den Haag Centraal.
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Un chauffeur de bus local de la ville de Cannes l'air détendu le bus était trés artistique et original
Deer Lake Park
Burnaby, British Columbia, Canada.
Designed in the British Arts and Crafts style, the Fairacres Garage and Stables is a two-storey wood-frame building located on the Fairacres estate, situated to the north of the Chauffeur's Cottage. At the south end of the structure is a single-vehicle garage and to the north are several stables for carriage, riding, and draught horses, a coach house, and tack room. The upper floor was originally a hay loft.
The outbuildings at Fairacres are a rare surviving architecturally-designed ensemble of agricultural structures that exist in complementary harmony with the main estate house. Architect R.P.S. Twizell (1875-1964) was retained by the Ceperleys to design several original outbuildings on their estate at the same time as the main house was constructed.
The Garage and Stables building is important as a record of its era when transportation modes were in transition and the horse-drawn carriage, while still in use, was giving way to the automobile. The relative spatial arrangements within the building are a valuable indication of the economy of space associated with the automobile, as compared to the horse. The extent of the stabling arrangements signifies not only the use of carriage horses but also the continued reliance on draught horses in farming activities in this era. As well, it is an indication of the fashionable nature of equestrianism for wealthy families during this time.
The Fairacres Garage and Stables is important as a demonstration of the aesthetics of the Ceperley family in having an architect-designed outbuilding and obtaining craftsmanship and materials of the highest quality for each structure on their estate.
Source: City of Burnaby Planning and Building Department
Character-Defining Elements
Key elements that define the heritage character of the Fairacres Garage and Stables include its:
- location within easy reach of the main house and in close proximity to the Chauffeur's Cottage
- floor plan with the garage at one end, close to the Chauffeur's Cottage, and stables and equine facilities at the other
- variety and complexity of the roofline, including gabled wall dormers, gable-on-hip roof ends, and half-hip extensions
- Arts and Crafts architectural features of the exterior, such as the shingle wall cladding articulated with a chevron-patterned course of shingles at the first floor level, casement windows, and deep eaves with additional purlins to support the overhang
- original stable doors with hand-made forged-iron door hardware
- multi-paned wooden-sash windows, some retaining original wired glass