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Colourfully-clad pilgrims and tourists on elephants slowly make their way up to the Amber Fort in Jaipur
Within the radioisotope thermoelectric generator, iridium alloy clad vent sets — virtually indestructible metal cups — encapsulate Pu-238. Iridium, among the platinum-group metals on the periodic table, is extremely durable and can withstand temperatures with a melting point of more than 4,000 degrees Fahrenheit. Since the 1970s, Oak Ridge National Laboratory scientists have custom designed the alloy cladding for space travel to ensure the fuel within would remain contained even during anomalous events. Credit: Carlos Jones/Oak Ridge National Laboratory, U.S. Dept. of Energy
14 August 2005 - Provincetown, Massachusetts - A scantily clad transvestite walks down Commercial Street in Provincetown, MA.
Photo Credit: Jethro Soudant
Commercial_Proffesional Shop Fitters_Germiston_Eva-tech Cladding_Weavola_Clad Fascia_Profile: 3D Tread_Colorway: Xavia + Aruna + Rusteak_Installer: Deck It
... detail on The Moor Car Park in Sheffield City Centre, England.
(For information about the cladding see: www.bournegroup.eu/boss/projects-boss/the-moor-car-park-c....)
Cytoarchitectonic organisation of the habenulae in teleosts.(A) Drawings of adult male individuals belonging to different teleost species, placed in the context of a cladogram of the teleost lineage according to Nelson [28]. (B) Schematic representation of a teleost brain (e.g. D rerio), showing the location and orientation of histological sections shown in C–I. (C–I) Photomicrographs of cresyl-violet stained 10 µm-thick coronal sections taken at a midpoint between rostral and caudal ends of the Hb as shown in B. Each panel corresponds to a single species, as indicated in the letter code of the left diagram. C′ is a magnification of the square region depicted in C. Dorsal is to the top, and left is to the left. Arrowheads point to the subhabenular sulcus. Asterisks indicate the position of the dorsal-most neuropil region of the dorsal habenulae that is surrounded by a shell of cell bodies in some species. Abbreviations: A (anterior), D (dorsal), dHb (dorsal Hb), L (left), P (posterior), R (right), TeO (Optic Tectum), V (ventral), vHb (ventral Hb). Scale bars: 50 µm.
Snow clad forest.
The heavy snow makes the smaller trees bend down in supplication - please, no more snow.
Photo taken February 21, 2009 at Eik, outside Tønsberg, Norway.
September 01, 2018:.
18-544428.
Toronto
60 Bloor St W Re-cladding
Office Buildings
Morguard
14s
B+H Architects
Asbestos cement clad bungalow, this building was basically a wooden frame covered in asbestos cement sheeting.
The walls both internal and external, ceilings and cavity insulation (asbestos softboard) were asbestos cement sheeting.
The roof tiles were also asbestos!
A truly delicious confection, with similar partition wall, but extraordinarily and in complete contrast with quite a well made, banded front wall from period bricks. The cogwheel or circular saw motifs on the walls echo perhaps some communist industrial logo. The smart new door also harmonised with the rounded romanesque archway of the `1880s
From Wikipedia:
Locomotive #3768 was clad in a shroud designed by famed industrial designer Raymond Loewy in February 1936. This was a very concealing, enveloping streamlined casing which hid most of the functionality of the steam locomotive, leading to its nickname of "The Torpedo" by train crews. At first, the locomotive was not painted in standard Dark Green Locomotive Enamel (DGLE) but instead in a bronze color. It was later refinished in DGLE. A matching tender ran on unusual six-wheel trucks. Like most streamlined steam locomotives, the shrouds impeded maintenance and the covers over the wheels were later removed. For a time, the locomotive was the preferred engine for the Broadway Limited.
My model is also fully streamlined as well as fully functional. It uses a single battery box (which will be upgraded to use two when I have time) and two R/C train motors. I have already ordered custom rods for this locomotive and they should arrive after I leave for college. The custom rods will help the locomotive to run smoother as they will be able to slide under the skirt exponentially easier. Until then this is how she sits.
The Moor Car Park in Sheffield City Centre, England.
(For information about the cladding see: www.bournegroup.eu/boss/projects-boss/the-moor-car-park-c....)
Altro Whiterock wall cladding brings a hygienic, impact-resistant and grout-free solution that achieves the levels of safety and hygiene needed at LGH.
TECU® Oxid copper traditional seam-cladding from KME, to roof of domestic residential extension.
Architect: Oliver Chapman Architects, Edinburgh.
Installer: McCormick & Hunter, Larkhall.
Realised: Autumn 2011.
Images courtesy of Oliver Chapman Architects
Photographer: Michael Collins
From “My encounters with the Barbarians blade”, by Lady Elina Greypepper
“I’m just saying…I’m cold, that’s all. I did grow up in a desert climate, you know!”
Actually, that was a lie, I wasn’t actually cold, I was frozen. Frozen to my very core. Not only were my teeth chattering like two elderly fish wives down on the docks, I really believed that I could hear my bones chattering as well. And yet I was dressed in my wool cloak, the boots Skarr had procured for me at Reikvel market and a white woollen muff. My Barbarian companion, by contrast, was clad only in her normal skimpy leather fighing garment and hunting sandals. Honestly, she trudged on through the snow in those sandals as though she was marching through the desert. Not a sign of discomfort or cold. I wondered how long we would keep up this breakneck pace, and after another ten minutes, I decided to ask.
“If we stop, you will die”, she said, not even turning round, “I have no desire to carry your corpse all the way to Icegrad. If we continue, we will make it by nightfall, and find a room at the inn there.”
“And a nice warm bed…” I murmured happily, imagining the bed and Justine’s arms around me. She must have thought the same thing, because I saw her smile slightly play upon her lips. We continued on through the deep snow and howling winds.
“So how come”, I began, “You can march along wearing practically nothing and feel fine and cheerful, whereas I am positively chilled to the bone?”
“You talk a great deal” she replied. The cold air comes in through your mouth and makes you cold”.
“There’s no need to try and be clever”, I retorted, “It really doesn’t suit you.”
She snorted in derision,
“Perhaps it is because I grew up in the mountains of the north. We are more used to cold that you Rahassa”, she said.
“Hmmm”, I reflected, “I’m beginning to wish I’d grown up on the cold slopes of Klevivel as well.”
“You would not have enjoyed it, Dushka”, Skarr replied laughing, “you are a witch. You would either have been burned to death or sent to the block.”
“Well at least that death would have been quick”, I murmured, “Instead of freezing to death out here in slow torturous agony”.
Just then Skarr stopped mid stride. Even her icy breath stopped, as she held it in with silence. In fact, so sudden was her stop that I bungled straight into the back of her. Irritated, she hissed at me to be quiet. I don’t know what it was, maybe the cold air affecting my mind, or the fact that I had nearly knocked the barbarian off her feet, but I started to laugh. She hissed at me again, and this just made me chortle even more. I tried to stifle my laughter, and managed to get it part under control, so that I was merely snorting and grunting occasionally.
“If you are not quiet”, she hissed angrily, “I will kill you before the beast does!”
“Beast”, I asked, tears of laughter in my voice.
As if on cue, the snowy plateau we were walking on seemed to move then, before rising up nearly twice the height of the Barbarian and myself with a deafening roar. Then, the snow shook itself off, causing a mini avalanche on the now erect creature, revealing a mass of matted stinking white fur covering a hideous bloated body. Snow troll! Skarr, predictably, ran straight towards it, shouting a battle cry, drawing Doomsayer as she did,
“Fire spell”, she yelled.
With all laughter gone from my heart with this monstrous apparition in front of me, I prepared my fire spell and cast it at the beast. I missed completely and prepared another. It was weak, but it might do. Skarr, by now, had sprung, aiming for the beasts head. It swatted her lazily with one paw and flung her to the frozen floor hard. Her blood stained the snowy carpet red as it moved in to dismember it’s sudden attacker, then my fire spell, weak as it was, hit the damned thing, just as the mighty paw came down hard, Skarr rolled over in the snow out of the way, missing the paw by inches. She swung Doomsayer one handed towards the giant clawed hand. Distracted by the fire spell, it failed to notice Doomsayer bite into it’s mighty paw, slicing a chunk from the matted and diseased fur. It screamed a scream from the very pits of hell, oblivious, Skarr stood again, pivoted, and as the paw came towards her, she simply held Doomsayer still against her and the paw connected. I fired another fire spell, the creature screamed again, as it suddenly realised that the barbarian’s blade had severed it’s entire arm. Bleeding from a wound on the side of her head, she ducked back as the creature rushed at her, the two of them barrelling over together in the snow. I dared not throw another fire spell now, for fear of burning Skarr, so I edged a little nearer, drawing my own small blade. The troll sat atop her, clawing at her with its remaining good hand, scratching and cutting her badly. As I watched, I saw her hand go quickly for her little blade, by the divines she was quicker than the eye could see, before I realised, the creature was standing again, clutching with it’s one good hand, the place where it’s private parts had been until a few seconds ago. The scream turned into a moan, then it collapsed onto it’s knees.
“Pivarra Varshakka, fal ist Yafarro” she shouted, before pivoting with Doomsayer and slamming the blade into the creatures neck, severing it’s head. The troll fell dead onto the bloody snow.
“Hmm”, I replied, already preparing poultices for her wounds, “I’m sure it was. But without it’s privates, we’ll never quite know, will we?”
Skarr was silent now, sheathing Doomsayer and grudgingly accepting my ministrations, and smiling that smile of hers. I do believe she actually enjoyed that. I really do. To confirm my suspicsions, she laughed suddenly,
“See, Dushka”, she said with amusement, “a good fight helps you forget the cold, and your many miseries. Palla vashoika!”
I realised at that moment that I was travelling with nothing less than a maniac. An utter, absolute maniac. Still, I grudgingly realised, she was right. As her wounds began to heal with the poutices I had applied, I noticed my teeth had stopped chattering. The long trek to Icegrad, suddenly didn’t seem so very bad.
Many modern homes are so starkly simple that they can be nothing but minimalist. Mr. Vasanth's lovely home interiors in one of them
Interiors cost - 13 lakh
Carpet area - 2000 sq.ft
Clad in head-to-toe Anna Sui, Anna Sui Boho Barbie® is the picture of Bohemian chic. The look begins with a dainty white blouse with pink embroidered floral details and an empire waist. On top, there's a black, crochet-look shawl straight out of the 1970s! With this, she pairs straight-cut, denim-type trousers tucked into faux suede cowboy boots embellished with butterflies. Check out the matching handbag and belt! A Victorian-style cameo choker serves as the perfect accessory. This ensemble is completed with a pair of rose-hued rocker shades and a floppy pink hat trimmed with silvery studs. This doll also comes with an additional printed blouse and cool urban-tribal knit cap — hip accessories to mix and match!