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When we left home there was not a s smidgin of snow on the house And I felt quite deflated, had my hopes of snow been dashed well as we drove up the hill we began so see some white landscapes and mist, Yes there was snow on the high ground I hastily found a spot to stop and survey the scene in front of me.
This is a very familiar spot to me which I have shot many times, The Bostal road that leads to Steyning but I have never shot in these conditions, so after taking a couple of single images I decided to shoot a panorama.
I stepped up close to the fence where I had a better view down the hill and much to my surprise the West facing side of the hill was devoid of snow the overnight winds had brought the snow from the East. With the wind at my back I shot fifteen frames being careful to watch the histogram and over expose slightly , the view is taking in Cissbury ring and some fields where I shot some images a couple of weeks previously
... and, the story.
I noticed a blur out of the corner of my eye..and looked outside. Two little girls were racing up the neighbour's driveway... a Mom holding a baby and a Dad pulling a wagon soon showed up. The little girls rang the doorbell.. the neighbour couple talked to them for a while and then...the two raced back down the driveway waving something...and ran along the sidewalk to the next house leaving Dad in the lurch.... but, then... raced back for something from the wagon. ...aha! little boxes. Girl Guide Cookies. I knew right away.
But, it was so cute... up and down, and in and out of every driveway that I can see from our front window ... as fast as can be and fairly bouncing and racing every step of the way. No wonder they were so skinny... we were laughing by then. I searched around for some cash. Who has that around any more? Do they take Visa I wonder? ... I did find some ...
When they rang our doorbell, I was greeted with a chirpy little "Would you like to buy some Girl Guide Cookies?" ... I said ..how much are they? " "Five dollars".. I said .."oh, still the same .. that sounds okay",.. as my husband was saying loudly from the kitchen..."Make their day ...get 3 boxes!." "We can put them in the freezer."
When I said 3, the little one dashed out to the wagon to grab another box .. and, when I gave them the money, they were so excited, one of them dropped the five dollar bill and didn't even notice at first. I said oh, quick, catch it before it blows away... they laughed and snatched up the money and off they ran... with the one calling out to me as she went down the sidewalk.."Thanks for buying Girl Guide Cookies!!!" And, then...they stopped and looked surprised.... I was going back in by then, and was surprised myself... there was my husband, hiding behind the couch.. waving Bernie the bear's little arm at them. They jumped up and down and giggled and squeaked and waved back... and, then, off they raced up the block to the next house .......what a fun transaction that was. Worth every penny of $15.00.
One of my favorite photos from our trip. I saw these nuns ahead of me in Venice. I dashed down side streets to catch up with them and caught this moment.
Unhappy with the angles I was getting while on the ground, I remembered that I have a balcony over the front lawn. So I dashed upstairs, and took some photos.
Looking at it now, I realize that the top was upside down when I photographed it.
Blogged here.
The building at the foot of Paddock Steps was originally built as a Studio Warehouse for the Architect Robert Leonard and the Dutch Gable above the door bears his initials and date - "R. L. 1888"
For many years it was a Dance Studio run by Miss Millicent Simmons - you could often pass this Studio and hear the sound of music and dancing feet echoing up the street!
Note the original fossil Ammonites set into the centre of each pebble-dashed concrete panel
At this beach a boy was drawing. A journalist dashed into the sea to save the boy. The journalist died during his attempt, but the boy was saved.
Maria Lalaouni, a sculptor, placed her sculpture on the beach of the unfortunate event.
Colchester, UK.
Because of working abroad in tropical countries for the last twenty years, I can't remember the last time I saw snow fall. So when I opened the curtains one morning recently to see the white landscape, I dashed out with my camera and took a few snaps before it all melted away. Technically not my best photo of the year, but one that I'll cherish for a long time.
The orange paint is very recent. All were built in 1930. The blue and white elevator is owned by local resident Bobby Joe Palmer-Donovan. It was restored in 2011.
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Wednesday, 4 August 2021, was yet another hot, smoky day. I have been wanting to drive SE of the city to call in at a farm to drop off a couple of photos for weeks now, but kept running out of time. This day, I was determined to reach my destination, though the smoke from the British Columbia wildfires was really unpleasant. Travelling south on the highway, it was very tempting to turn around and try on a different day. However, I suspect we might be getting this smoke for the rest of the summer, so I decided I might as well continue my drive. Much of the landscape had disappeared, shrouded in toxic smoke.
There are two barns that I love down in this area, and I took just a few photos of each one before calling in at the farm to give the photos to the lady who owns the smaller of the two barns. We had spoken whilst on the back road near her barn on maybe three of my visits to the area other years and this time, we sat and chatted outside on her porch. It was so enjoyable!
Leaving the area, my drive took me back exactly the way I had come, as there was an old homestead that I had missed on the drive to the farm. Perhaps it had been removed, but I was really hoping that was not the case. I just hadn't been looking in the right place.
This was definitely a barn day, which was my intention, but there were so few birds to be seen. anyway. My drive was quick, as I didn't want to be out for a full day in the heat and smoke, even though I was driving, not walking. I did call in at the Saskatoon Farm on the way home, though. My hopes of buying some nice, fresh fruit and vegetables were dashed, as no fruit was left, bought by earlier visitors. Enjoyed a meal there, so that I wouldn't have to make supper when I got home. I had been hoping to get to the farm for the last few days, but avoided going, as it was a long weekend here. Why would I go on a busy holiday weekend, anyway, when I can go during the week?
Can't wait to see blue sky again, and our beautiful foothills and mountains in the distance. Compared to all those people who live much closer to the wildfires, we are lucky. How I feel for them, having to breathe in all the toxic smoke particles, not to mention the losses that many people are having to deal with.
People have lived on this site in Stainborough since the Iron Age. The remains of a now much disguised hillfort lies under the 18th century folly on the hilltop. Following the Norman Conquest, the lands were owned by the De Lacey’s. In the mid 13th Century it was owned by the Everingham family, who sold it to the Cutlers in 1610.
Wentworth Castle is an estate born of a bitter family feud. When Thomas Wentworth’s expectations of inheriting nearby Wentworth Woodhouse were dashed in 1695, he bought Stainborough Hall, some seven miles to the north in 1708 and began to create a house and gardens to rival his usurper, changing its name to Wentworth Castle.
His son William inherited the estate in 1739 and carried on his father’s work – and his feud.
Years of neglect and decline have seen the landscaped park partially return to nature. An early 21st century project has partially regenerated the gardens and parkland, halting the decline, but there are still decaying remnants to be found of the park’s former glory. This corner of the estate, now woodland inhabited by deer was once a series of ponds, overlooked by the neo-classical rotunda based on the Temple of Tivoli. The ruins of retaining walls and sluice gates can still be found and in wet winters, the ponds still hold a little water.
On a summer evening, when the warm air is full of the sound of deer fawns playing in the long grass, Stainborough Park is a magical place. It is possible to be transported to a place apart from the modern world, if you can zone-out from the background thrum of the nearby M1.
The agony comes from the fact that I am suffering from a "Dry Socket" from a tooth extraction last week which is excruciating so I am abit miserable at the moment! However, I was looking out my study window I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw this Eastern Spinebill hovering around the Salvias and Grevilleas. I have been after this bird for ages and while I have spotted it a couple of times around Melbourne, I have never managed a reasonable image of one.
After swearing, as I do when excited at times, I grabbed my camera and dashed out, afraid it would be gone by the time I got into the backyard. He was kind enough to hang around for ages and allowed me to get a few images while hovering around the flowers, like a hummingbird.
I love my birds so much, my pet ones, the wild ones and my backyard birds. I really feel this one came to cheer me up and has been coming back for the past few days.
Brown Hare / lepus europaeus. Havergate Island, Suffolk. 04/10/14.
This beauty was on full alert after another hare had just dashed past it through the gorse. The image gives a clear view of it's distinctive black tipped ears.
After reassuring itself there was nothing else heading through, the hare hunkered down again.
We shared company for over an hour on that memorable day.
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On Thursday, March 4th, the World Trade Center Transportation Hub in Lower Manhattan officially opened to the public. The hub replaces the PATH train station that was destroyed during the 9/11 terrorist attacks ...
With about 30 minutes to spare I dashed into the centre of this amazing building to find it almost empty .... maybe because the trains aren't running yet & its not quite finished ... I took this 3 shot landscape pano hand held to try & capture the vastness of the inside space .. what an fantastic piece of (expensive -- $4 billion ) architecture.
This odd church, surrounded by a high wall, hidden by trees and isolated in the middle of a field between Whithorn and Garlieston, is something of a mystery. There are tantalising glimpses however that it may have played a small part in the Scottish Wars of Independence. Could this enigmatic little church be the site of a mass grave?
Little appears to be known of the church’s origins. It is supposed to have been built by Fergus of Galloway in the 12th century as a private chapel for nearby Cruggleton Castle, perched on the cliff top over-looking Wigtown Bay, also known as the Black Rock of Cree.
Although no signs have yet been found, it is possible that the church may once have been surrounded by a village. The church was granted to Whithorn Priory in 1424 and was ruinous by 1890, when it was restored by the Marquess of Bute.
There is something strangely out of character about the place when compared with other old kirks in the area, in that you quickly become aware that the burial ground contains none of the gravestones that surround other churches. There is an odd rectilinear enclosure towards the rear of the church and a line of boulders between the gate and the front of the building. Neither of these features carry any indication to what they might be.
There is however a slight clue in the folktale ‘The Standard of Denmark’, which tells of a raid on Cruggleton Castle, then inhabited by the Kerlies (an ancient Irish family that settled in Wigtownshire also known a M’Kerlie and MacCarole) by the Graemes. Eppie Graeme had fallen in love with the chief’s son Allan. The chief refused consent for them to marry, so Eppie and her father Dugald storm the castle to carry him away. The raid goes badly wrong as the Kerlies are prepared for them and both are killed along with 200 others, “on searching among the slain, they found Dugald Graeme, his head literally dashed to pieces with a stone. Upwards of two hundred were found dead, all of whom were buried in the old church-yard of Cruggleton.”*
It is known that William Kerlie lost the castle in 1282, when betrayed by his guest Lord Soulis (a secret follower of Edward I). John Comyn had temporary possession in 1292 before it was captured by Edward I. Meanwhile, William Kerlie had joined with William Wallace and retook the castle in 1297. Kerlie was still with Wallace when he was captured in 1305. Maybe the story of the mass burial in the churchyard is a mythologised memory of the inhumation of the slain from one of these battles.
Another explanation for the lack of gravestones could be that the parish was united with Sorbie in the 17th century. If the church fell out of use at that point, it may well be that no burials took place through the 18th and 19th centuries when the use of carved, individual grave markers where at their most fashionable.
Some have commented that Cruggleton Church has an unsettling atmosphere and it is true that when the wind rattles the branches of the trees, it gives the place a restless feeling, completely at odds with the peaceful air of other churchyards such as Kirkmaiden or Kirkmadrine. Sat alone and apart, shielded by trees, wall and high gate, Cruggleton Church does not invite visitors, offers no commanding views, no tantalising clues to its past and holds its secrets close.
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*Legends of Galloway, James Denniston 1825
T'was the day before Wednesday, when, just after lunch, Postman Santa brought me a magnificent 'Tuesday' present --- my very own not-so-new-nor-shiny Kodak Brownie Reflex Synchro TLR camera! (The keen black model with aluminum trim!) Joy!
Excitedly, I dashed to retrieve my slumbering SLR, but the battery was drained --- drat. So, instead, I grabbed my pocket camera in one hand, my new Brownie in the other, and hurried out to the back porch where the air was thick with 'Art' just waiting to be plucked by my new apparatus.
Indeed, only such a perfect-storm of fateful events could have enabled me to immortalize the glorious masterpiece-of-an-image you see before you here. The planets aligned. And then, within a mere half-a-dozen-or-so fleeting hours after snapping this photo, all of the subtle rays of September sunshine that lavishly illuminated each delicate flower petal, sadly descended into the trees, never to be seen again -- for at least 7 more hours.
*Sigh*. When somebody starts off a journey at such an extremely high level of craftsmanship and clarity as I mustered for this special once-in-a-lifetime image, the only direction left to go is down. Alas, this may be my 'Citizen Kane' zenith of TTV. ;)
Wednesday, 4 August 2021, was yet another hot, smoky day. I had been wanting to drive SE of the city to call in at a farm to drop off a couple of photos for weeks now, but kept running out of time. This day, I was determined to reach my destination, though the smoke from the British Columbia wildfires was really unpleasant. Travelling south on the highway, it was very tempting to turn around and try on a different day. However, I suspect we might be getting this smoke for the rest of the summer, so I decided I might as well continue my drive. Much of the landscape had disappeared, shrouded in toxic smoke.
There are two barns that I love down in this area, and I took just a few photos of each one before calling in at the farm to give the photos to the lady who owns the smaller of the two barns. We had spoken whilst on the back road near her barn on maybe three of my visits to the area other years and this time, we sat and chatted outside on her porch. It was so enjoyable!
Leaving the area, my drive took me back exactly the way I had come, as there was an old homestead that I had missed on the drive to the farm. Perhaps it had been removed, but I was really hoping that was not the case. I just hadn't been looking in the right place.
This was definitely a barn day, which was my intention, but there were so few birds to be seen. anyway. My drive was quick, as I didn't want to be out for a full day in the heat and smoke, even though I was driving, not walking. I did call in at the Saskatoon Farm on the way home, though. My hopes of buying some nice, fresh fruit and vegetables were dashed, as no fruit was left, bought by earlier visitors. Enjoyed a meal there, so that I wouldn't have to make supper when I got home. I had been hoping to get to the Saskatoon Farm for the last few days, but avoided going, as it was a long weekend here. Why would I go on a busy holiday weekend, anyway, when I can go during the week?
Can't wait to see blue sky again, and our beautiful foothills and mountains in the distance. Compared to all those people who live much closer to the wildfires, we are lucky. How I feel for them, having to breathe in all the toxic smoke particles, not to mention the devastating losses that many people are having to deal with.
A Warrior's Pride
The illustrations on the displayed was shirt may well represent the first time the U. S. Army waged war with Native Americans in the West.
War Shirt
1823-1843 (reproduction)
Michael Bad Hand
The original war shirt, located in Frankfort, Germany at the Museum de Weltkulturen, is thought to be the creation of a Sioux warrior who was in the 1823 battle. Honore Picotte, a fur trader who rose to prominence in the Missouri River trade, is credited with collecting this remarkable artifact sometime between 1830-1843.
This full scale replica shirt was created by Native American historian & ethnologist Michael Bad Hand.
Native Illustration
The 1823 war between the U.S. Army & the Arikara caused early American fur trade entrepreneurs to shift away from utilizing the upper Missouri as a trade route & ultimately launched the Rocky Mountain Rendezvous are (1825-1840).
The war shirt likely illustrates this historic encounter on the Missouri River near present day Mobridge, South Dakota. Remarkably, many details of the written record of the battle correspond with the imagery on the shirt.
Written Record
Traveling in two keelboats, fur trader William Ashley & his group of fur trappers arrived at the Arikara Village in late May 1823 to trade for horses. After Arikara attacked & killed fourteen of his crew on June 2, Ashley & the surviving trappers retreated to the Keelboats, which had been anchored downstream for safety.
Shortly after this incident, Colonel Henry Leavenworth & his troops traveled for seven weeks in five keelboats up the Missouri River from Fort Atkinson to take vengeance on the Arikara for their attack on the Ashley outfit. On the morning of August 9, 1823, Leavenworth dispatched 500 mounted Sioux foot warriors to charge ahead of his 200 foot soldiers & 120 mountaineers, & launch on attack on the Arikara.
What Does the Shirt Tell Us?
While we may never know for certain the story that the shirt's creator was chronicling, Colonel Leavenworth's report of the battle helped modern day historians to propose possible interpretations of the imagery:
-On the left side of the shirt are clear representations of four American keelboats with long cabins & tall masts flying large American Flags.
-A large grouping of hash marks or dashed originating from each keelboat might represent troops disembarking from the keelboats.
)One Plains Indian material culture expert speculates the shirt was owned by a Sioux warrior of the battle who is featured with a bleeding wound on the horse in the center.
-On the right side of the shirt are two circles filled with dark dots, perhaps representing two groups of Arikara earth lodges.
***Details from the war shirt, left side shows keel boats, right side shows Arikara village (1823-1843)
Courtesy of the Weltkulturen Museum, Frankfort, Germany
Ok, I am feeling a little sentimental with this post. You see, I started out as a theme park nut. Photography was always a way to capture my love for theme parks. As such, I followed a lot of other photographers who at the time were similar to me. We were all learning photography as we went along, usually at Disneyland. These were folks like Tom Bricker (now with his own website, Travel Caffeine), Bill McIntosh, and Greg Cooper. While we all started in Disney, the love for photography grew. While we were all maturing in our photography, the subjects seemed to change slowly over time. It's like each of these guys said, hay, we can apply these skills to capture other places as well. Tom especially seemed to become un-hooked to just Disney and started to shoot so many more places. Seeing them leave the parks (and marrying a National Park enthusiast someplace in the journey) really started to push me down the same path. Suddenly the world seemed so much bigger.
In fact, the more I saw, the more the theme parks started to fade for me. Something that drives my brother crazy, he still works in that industry.
So it may seem odd that on a recent trip to Japan, I would take time to visit Disneysea. Well, there is a part of me that will always hold the parks near and dear. So on this trip I had to drag the big camera with me. Most of the day it was just in the way to be honest. But about an hour before the park closed, I dashed out alone to get a slew of night photos, armed with a contraband packet tripod (tripods are not allowed). This was one of the images I naped on that frenzy. This is from the new Fantasy Springs section of the park, this is Arendelle. I looked and looked for a composition I had not yet seen. I loved this one, through the trees.
Let me wrap this up by saying that while I did get a chance to shoot with some of my heroes, like Greg and Bill, I never met Tom. He would not know me form Adam. But this intrepid group of photographers shaped me in ways they will never know. This Disney image is for them. And for the 25 year old budding photographer creating horrible HDR images with a Canon T1, but learning so much. Thank you all.
Finally!!!
Buachaille Etive Mór under a sky of stars is a shot I've been trying to get for 3 years! Our trip up to Scotland for New Year finally granted me that shot!
The weather had been typically Scottish for most of our trip, with grey, overcast skies, battering wind and driving rain. Some days it wasn't even worth going for a walk, never mind taking out the camera. However on our last night there, the clouds cleared just like they were first thing in the morning and we dashed out to capture Buachaille Etive Mór under the night sky. We bumped into another photographer who I sadly didn't catch the name of (feel free to say hello if it was you) who also said they had been trying to get the same shot and we all agreed it was a great night to be out.
This was two shots merged, a 4 minute long exposure for the foreground and then a 25 second shot for the stars/sky to avoid trailing in the stars.
Very impressed with the 5Div's low light capability, the 6D is renowned for being good in low light, it was one of the reasons I chose it in the first place! Having 30mp, I was slightly concerned about how the 5D would perform in low light, on paper it was pretty much on par with the 6D (ever so slightly better in fact) so I was keen to try it out.
I think in terms of noise due to high ISO, the 6D ever so slightly beats the 5D, though it's barely noticeable. What is noticeable is the sharpness/clarity and detail that the 5D seems to have. I always felt the 6D images slightly suffered with softness when shooting at high ISO, something which I'm sure everyone accepts when shooting in low light, though I've got to say I was quite impressed with how much detail remained in the 5D's images.
I hope I've not bored you all by now with my mini review, I hope some of you will find it helpful/useful.
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I had to wait for the right weather, which a few weekends passed, before I set off down the highway so few go anymore. Once the Trans Canada Highway, it was eventually relocated a good distance north to prefer a more shorter route and an increase in size. Yet another factor that led to it’s closing.
Even driving by on the road, this ominous sight of eerie monstrosity looked towards me, as if threatening to clamor over the fence to try and chase down anyone willing to stay around to find out what they’re looking at. Fortunately, it’s only made of concrete, just like almost every other sculpture in the park. Still, that’s quite a haunting sight to drive past along the highway.
My hopes were a bit dashed though, as the roadway sign was finally removed. Good old Google Earth’s street view and a few other photos have shown the highly banged up sign was still up. I guess I was too late to get there. At least Blowhard the broken down racehorse was still there.
A handmade sign sitting at the fence was a bit more interesting. Obviously the place isn’t, in the manner of speaking, ‘abandoned’ in the sence some urban explorers are used to. The land is still very much owned with them residing just nearby. Only when I came home and did a bit more research did I learn someone else was there just a week or two before me, and did a little exploration of their own. Part of which, aside of taking the usually shots with their camera, entered into the storage warehouse that was actually still in use, like I have heard.
Interesting enough, just three days after the article and photos when up online, the owners had commented on the intrusion. They were not too happy about the alleged forced entry. I don’t know how they learned of the article so fast, so I can only assume possible ego searching. For that I have decided to leave out details of locations, names, etc of this journey.
Now not knowing this at the time, I continued on outside the fence, taking shots of the sights visible over the small wire fence into what was the playground area where the rock hard sculptures sometimes doubled as playground equipment for climbing and slides.
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It was low tide and sunset time again, so I dashed to Selsey. The clouds were great although a bit overpowering, the sun slid down a little early behind a low cloudbank but it was still a great sunset.
It was a glorious morning this morning and so I headed to Bicentennial Adenia Park in Riverton with the hope of capturing a male Rufous Whistler. Although I only managed to capture some obscured video, this little Grey Fantail entertained me whilst I waited as it dashed and flitted amongst the trees and bushes getting insects and grubs.
Colorful houses in Iceland
Urbanization also began to appear for the first time around the 18th century, when Danish merchants set up permanent trading posts for themselves. The timber for constructing these residential and commercial premises was mostly prefabricated and imported. These timber-framed buildings had high pitched roofs and low walls, and they were tarred on the outside making them dark in appearance.
With the movement towards independence from Denmark and the implementation of Icelandic free trade, more diverse architectural styles and influences were brought to the island. Classical influences can be seen in timber buildings from the 19th century, these buildings were often two-storey and had higher walls. Details such as the layout of fenestration on the building drew from classical traditions. A few buildings in this style remain today.
As the 20th century dawned, Swiss chalet style architecture was brought indirectly to Iceland under Norwegian influence. Settling in the Eastern Region and Westfjords, they brought with them prefabricated houses which they then erected there. The buildings tended to be taller and with large windows, unlike anything of the styles that had prevailed in Iceland beforehand. Notable features of these buildings were the friezes above doors and windows, and eaves which projected out above the walls. Here the distinctive Icelandic use of corrugated iron (imported from England), in place of external cladding, was born. The Swiss chalet style was the dominant force in Icelandic architecture in the early 20th century.
The use of timber was banned in urban areas after great fires in Reykjavík and Akureyri around this time.
20th century and continuing urbanisation
Independence movements in Iceland gained a lot of support during the early part of the 20th century, when the country was awarded home rule from Denmark. Urbanisation began in earnest as the population moved out en masse from rural areas with new technological developments. These social changes had a profound effect upon the architecture of the period.
Concrete was first used on a major scale as a building material in this period and became extremely popular as an easy and economical construction material. The material has shaped Icelandic architecture from this period. With the arrival of concrete came the first qualified Icelandic architect, Rögnvaldur Ólafsson, who had at first designed in the Swiss chalet style but soon moved on to working in concrete. His first works in concrete resembled closely the stone buildings of earlier times.
Characteristically urban buildings began emerging during this time, such as Austurstræti 16 (designed by Guðjón Samúelsson) which were concrete constructions. Guðjón went on to become the leading Icelandic architect of the time. Referencing traditional Icelandic architectural styles, he revived the gable-fronted house design in concrete. This influence can be seen in stylised form in the National Theatre of Iceland building, for example. Guðjón Samúelsson was also the designer of Hallgrímskirkja, one of the tallest structures in Iceland, which was modelled on cliff faces.
The functionalist architectural style arrived in Iceland in the 1930s, brought by younger architects who would later have great influence on the urban planning of the country. Unusually, functionalism was not met with as much controversy as it was in other countries at the time. Early functionalist buildings in the country resembled those elsewhere in Europe, but conventional interior layouts being their differentiating feature. Many neighbourhoods would later be built up using the functionalist aesthetic as their guide. The buildings were made distinctively Icelandic with the use of local minerals and seashells as dashing. Whole residential districts were dashed in this way. After World War II, larger houses with higher roofs began to appear, with a variety of decorative features marking a departure from the functionalist aesthetic.
The next wave of architectural style to arrive was modernism, appearing after the country’s gain of independence from Denmark. Influential architects created modernist buildings with low roofs and large windows and large, smooth expanses of colour (in contrast to the dashing style which was popular earlier). Modernist architecture commanded a modernist interior to boot, and so here began a strong furniture industry. New building techniques led to the construction of concrete high-rises in Reykjavík. Here new movements began to show up, such as an increase in popularity of open plan interiors.
In addition to new styles and influences arriving, a sentiment for the conservation of existing older buildings was founded, with newfound interest in traditional handicrafts. Criticism of modern Icelandic architecture appeared at this time, pointing out energy-wasting designs and drawing from traditional building techniques such as steep pitched roofs to find solutions.
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I saw this Flower moon and dashed up the road to try and get a decent shot, wish I had looked out the window 20 mins or so earlier.
Many thanks to you ALL for the views, faves and comments you make on my shots it is very appreciated.
Texture : Rain of Light by Temari 09
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Miranda :
If by your art, my dearest father, you have
Put the wild waters in this roar, allay them.
The sky, it seems, would pour down stinking pitch,
But that the sea, mounting to th' welkin’s cheek,
Dashes the fire out. Oh, I have suffered
With those that I saw suffer. A brave vessel
Who had, no doubt, some noble creature in her
Dashed all to pieces. Oh, the cry did knock
Against my very heart! Poor souls, they perished.
Had I been any god of power, I would
Have sunk the sea within the earth or ere
It should the good ship so have swallowed and
The fraughting souls within her.
William Shakespeare, The Tempest (1610-1611)
Antonio Vivaldi (1678 – 1741), Four seasons - Presto from Summer, "The Storm" - Mari Samuelsen : youtu.be/nJTfG1MmMwQ
Beethoven, The Tempest, Daniel Barenboim : youtu.be/tiJjoFQtMvg
I saw a hint of pink peeking through the clouds this morning so I packed my back and dashed off to the beach.
A bit unusual to see any man completely outfitted in white. This chap reminded me of the Alexander Mackendrick film, 'The Man In The White Suit' (hence the title). Film starring the late, great Alec Guinness which was released in 1951.
I look a bit smaller than the man in this photo. I was, in fact, hunching down to get him into frame in the reflection on the window opposite us. I'm a bit taller than him, actually. The chap also looks as if he has a pencil in his mouth due to the lights reflecting on the windows as we dashed through the tunnel.
Cefn Sidan Beach. It's one of Wales' best-known and popular beaches, a seven-mile long stretch of sand where families play during summer.
But there is a dark history to this dangerous stretch of south Wales coastline, dating back to a time when it was a major shipping route serving Wales' booming coal and tinplate industries.
There are said to be around 300 ships wrecked under the sands of Cefn Sidan, near Llanelli. And though many of them will have been dashed on the area's treacherous sandbanks, others were lured to their doom by merciless looters.
Coastal park ranger Emyr Richards said: "There would be a gang of looters that would actually try to entice the ships on to the sands using false beacon fires. Your ship gets caught in the sands, and it's wrecked, and they come in and plunder the cargo."
Mr Richards was speaking to Will Millard on his programme Hidden Wales, which recently appeared on BBC Wales.
He said one such group of looters was known as "Gwyr y Bwyell Bach", the men with the small hatchets, so called because of the weapons they carried.
"The reasons the hatchets were special was because they had a claw hammer and little hatchet," said Mr Richards.
"And the main reasons for that was to chop off the fingers of victims to get the rings off and to take what they want, breaking into the casks of brandy and fine wine, quite a savage time."
As I was drinking my coffee beside Max this morning, he began to "paddle" on his favourite blanket.
I dashed to get the camera, thinking of this week's challenge, and began to try to capture an image.
A couple of dozen photos later - do you realise how fast cat's paws flex and move whilst doing this activity - and this was the best.
Four textures - a chenille cushion, a fleecy blanket, cat fur and one sharp claw :-)
We found out about this fascinating historic tour of YYC a bit by accident, but dashed out to see if we could still make it. We were ready for the weather, but just barely, and by the end, we were ready for a warm-up. There is a strong population of these beautiful sparrows that lives on the YYC land, and I was able to capture this image of one flitting about nearby.
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Bailey wears :
"Houndstooth Ouiji Lolita" by Insomnia Angel
"Buttterfly Anklet" by Insomnia Angel
"Stovepipe Hat Noir" by Insomnia Angel
"Kokoro Shoes" by Swallow
"Light" by DOUX
"Shikyo Tattoo" by DAPPA
"Insane V1" Little Face Tattoo by DASHED
"Alex Smokey Eyes" by Hexed
"Bathory Lipstick" by Nar Mattaru
"Valerie Guaged XL" by Fewness
"Chiatto Ring Set" by ZOOM
"Blake" and "Wren" piercings by LittleFish
Geoffrey wears :
"[Gild] VG set up_black"
"[Gild] Kicks high boots black("
(both actually at Engine Room : maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Syndicate/195/119/526)
DURA - NA37 / B
(actually at ALPHA Event : maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/ACCESS%203/141/126/999)
. : Mea Tenebra : . Pungent - Septum
/Raven-Array\ - Sacrilegious Set
Backdrop : FOXCITY. Photo Booth - Casablanca (Reflective. 167Li)
I spotted this huge halo around the moon when I let the dogs out this evening and dashed in for the camera.
I think the bright 'star' within the circle of the halo is Mars.
Immediately after I woke up on August 1st, I dashed to the computer to order an Exo-Suit. I managed to do so before they sold out, and was not disappointed with the set in the slightest.
This was just sort of an experiment with eerie lighting. I'm pretty pleased with the result.
I apologize for the lack of uploads lately! I've started school, so expect a lower quantity of photos for the next few months.
Hope you enjoyed!
I bought this netting to keep the birds out of my berry bushes. It turned out to be totally USELESS - the birds found ways to get around the stuff and my dreams of cereal with fresh berries were dashed. Photogenic droplets, many months later, have made me feel better.
Touch of mist about this morning in Somerset.
Didn't look like there was any at first and seemed to be clear skies, so being lazy, I decided not to go out...then I saw the sky come alive and I dashed out - missed most of the colour of course, but still nice.
Late last evening on a sidewalk dimly illuminated by light standards, I witnessed two farmland felines seemingly debating the fate of a mouse, the latter nervously staring at a black cat ominously licking its lips. The mouse understood that the negotiation was over well before it began and dashed away. With the gray cat in tow on a large expanse rural concrete and asphalt and nowhere to hide, the outcome of the chase did not favour the rodent. This drama concluded my short visit of Amherst Island which also offered sightings of a white-tailed deer in a field, a red fox taking on an elevated foraging position by sitting on a bail of hay and a red-tailed hawk perched on top of a utility pole and surveying the field blow for potential preys. There was a great sunset, in places slashed by the blades of wind turbines which an hour later was followed by a deep red, post blue moon rising essentially due east. Amherst Island, Ontario.
I spotted this from a distance off my 318: LO-J stand and a newstyle 19 bus? Then I saw the Arriva logo and freaked out!!! Jumped out straight out at the next stop and dashed towards it. Bruv, did you see THAT coming?!?
I thought the cloud could be interesting tonight so dashed up to Carsington and was'nt disappointed.
Got up early to catch the early morning light at Moraine Lake, but hopes were dashed shortly afterwards because it was storming with lots of rain. While I really didn't get the shots that I wanted here, I did manage to get the one with the colorful canoes in the foreground!
Having made the long journey to the western deserts of China it was just after sunrise when I first set eyes upon the Sandaoling coal railway after we turned off the main road and alongside the line that runs to the mines. As we did so there was activity in the exchange yard and this JS class locomotive set off for Nanzhan light engine as there were no empties to collect. Slowly our minibus caught up with the locomotive and as we overtook and looked back it was clear that the light demanded a shot, even if it had no train behind. Before the road and rail split up we stopped, dashed out, and shot a couple of frames before it was gone. Thirty seconds later and we would have missed it.
The Jam - „Town called Malice“
www.youtube.com/watch?v=3Ht3XFw4x1I
Better stop dreaming of the quiet life
Cos it′s the one we'll never know
And quit running for that runaway bus
Cos those rosey days are few
And - stop apologising for the things you′ve never done,
Cos time is short and life is cruel
But it's up to us to change
This town called malice.
Rows and rows of disused milk floats
Stand dying in the dairy yard
And a hundred lonely housewives clutch empty milk
Bottles to their hearts
Hanging out their old love letters on the line to dry
It's enough to make you stop believing when tears come
Fast and furious
In a town called malice.
Struggle after struggle, year after year
The atmosphere′s a fine blend of ice
I′m almost stone cold dead
In a town called malice.
A whole street's belief in Sunday′s roast beef
Gets dashed against the Co-op
To either cut down on beer or the kids new gear
It's a big decision in a town called malice.
The ghost of a steam train, echoes down my track
It′s at the moment bound for nowhere
Just going round and round
Playground kids and creaking swings
Lost laughter in the breeze
I could go on for hours and I probably will
But I'd sooner put some joy back
In this town called malice
In this town called malice
In this town called malice...
Yep, the next Rugby League World Cup is just three years away and will be held in France. The reason for the three year time gap is that yesterdays final was initially scheduled to be played in 2021. Covid being the reason behind the delay. Maybe I'll get to go to a few games over there.
As for yesterdays game it was a predictable hard fought encounter between Australia and Samoa. Alas Samoa upset the odds by beating England 27-26 in the semi final. Yesterday Australia ran out winners again by 30-10 in a game that a they controlled from the very start. I can't help thinking that if England had been their opponents we would have seen a closer contest, no doubt with the same victors.
Given that the Football World Cup is about to start you might see a little more of me on Flickr over the next month as I no matter how many times I have tried to watch Football I just haven't been able to get excited about our national game. I wish England and Wales good luck in that tournament and if they by some miracle reach the semis I might just turn the TV on to watch.
At Colvill Park near Red Wing, MN. The eagles were hunkered down in the trees far off. Then I heard a whistle blow and dashed to the tracks!
The building at the foot of Paddock Steps was originally built as a Studio Warehouse for the Architect Robert Leonard and the Dutch Gable above the door bears his initials and date - "R. L. 1888"
For many years it was a Dance Studio run by Miss Millicent Simmons - you could often pass this Studio and hear the sound of music and dancing feet echoing up the street!
These original features include fossil Ammonites set in the pebble-dashed concrete panels which can be seen here
Rare low fog over the Bay Bridge this morning. I knew it was gonna be magical today and mad dashed over to SF side to see it. Flew the Mavic over the Bridge waters and made a panoramic shot of the whole thing. The fog instance only lasted about an hour before it started thining out.
Early bird gets the worm right?