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Following a tip off, I dashed across to Bicester, Oxfordshire to cover an interesting rail replacement job operated by Vale Coaches and Z&S International using deckers normally used only on schools.
A pleasant surprise was this former Dublin Volvo Olympian 99-D-506, now T61NWL, seen here arriving at Bicester North Station for a journey to Aylesbury Vale Parkway Station.
It was subbed or a low floor decker after this trip so got there just in time.
The Lake Worth Playhouse occupies the former Oakley Theatre, the oldest building on the register of the Art Deco Society of Palm Beach County. It was constructed by Lucien and Clarence Oakley, two brothers who came to South Florida from Illinois on the wave of a movie mania sweeping the country in the early 1920s. Their dream was to build a movie palace and vaudeville house.
The theatre first opened its doors on November 3, 1924 with local newspapers proudly touting its $150,000 cost β a very high price at the start of the Great Depression. Opening night patrons were treated to a showing of a silent movie based on the Broadway play Welcome Stranger. The new $10,000 Wurlitzer pipe organ (with built-in piano) played in concert for the first time that night and a five-piece orchestra from Fort Lauderdale played for the two performances.
On September 16, 1928, a devastating hurricane ripped through the area, virtually demolishing the Oakley Theatre. But the tenacious brothers quickly rebuilt and reopened the theatre on January 10, 1929. Their dreams were ultimately dashed when the full weight of the Depression struck South Florida, and they lost ownership of the theatre for good.
Over the years, the theatre changed names and ownership many times, showing art films, mainstream films and, later, blue movies. But no one was able to keep the film house afloat, and the theatre was finally shut down.
On December 1, 1953, the Lake Worth Playhouse was incorporated by a group of Lake Worth citizens. The earliest seasons featured four productions a year in the auditorium of the old Lake Worth City Hall. Despite the long stairway climb to the non-air-conditioned third-floor performance space, audiences came out to support the organization. Most of the early performances sold out. The first play produced by the fledgling organization was Springtime for Henry.
In October 1975 the Lake Worth Playhouse purchased the Oakley Theatre building for $60,000 and began much-needed renovations with an additional $15,000 Bicentennial grant. The first production of the Lake Worth Playhouse in its new home was The Last of Mrs. Lincoln, chosen to fulfill stipulations of the federal Bicentennial grant.
Today, the Playhouse is proud to offer a variety of mainstream and alternative programming, both live and on film. The Playhouse also offers educational programs for adults and children, and community outreach initiatives that bring cultural programs into the neighborhoods of underserved youth, and also make theatre available free of charge for disadvantaged citizens in the community.
The Lake Worth Playhouse is a 501c3 nonprofit community theatre with a never-be-dark policy. Year-round programming includes award-winning dramas, comedies, musicals, area premieres, Broadway favorites, childrenβs shows, international ballets and operas in cinema, live concert series and alternative programming.
In addition to its main stage theatrical fare, the Playhouse presents daily independent and foreign films in the Stonzek Theatre, an intimate black-box style theatre equipped with a large viewing screen and high-definition projection.
Credit for the data above is given to the following websites:
www.lakeworthplayhouse.org/welcome/playhouse_history/
www.pbcgov.org/papa/Asps/PropertyDetail/PropertyDetail.as...
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I'd dashed over from Narrowdale to try to get to Peaseland Rocks before the early mists dissipated.Got there a bit too late, however more than compensated by bumping into Paul Newcombe
And when the flying is flown and the heartβs
a useless sliver in a glacier and the gown
hangs still as meat in a locker and eyesight
is dashed-down glass and the mouth rust-
stoppered, will some twinge still pass between us,
still some fledgling pledge?
From Winged Purposes by Dean Young
During a quick lunchtime photo reckie, I dashed into the Queen's House to check out the likelihood of capturing some images of these historic stairs. (The first centrally unsupported helical staircase built in England.) I quickly fired off several frames to check and apologised to the Japanese tourist who was trying to sort out his camera settings. They deserve having a better image published than this and I do intend to return with sufficient time to do them justice.
They are also known for an image capturing a ghost/ghosts climbing the stairs: www.theblackvault.com/casefiles/tulip-staircase-ghost/#
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"Watching huge flocks of Snow Geese swirl down from the sky, amid a cacophony of honking, is a little like standing inside a snow globe. These loud, white-and-black geese can cover the ground in a snowy blanket as they eat their way across fallow cornfields or wetlands. Among them, you might see a dark form with a white headβa color variant called the βBlue Goose.β Snow Geese have skyrocketed in numbers and are now among the most abundant waterfowl on the continent.
The dark color of the blue morph Snow Goose is controlled by a single gene, with dark being partially dominant over white. If a pure dark goose mates with a white goose, the offspring will all be dark (possibly with white bellies). If two white geese mate, they have only white offspring. If two dark geese mate, they will have mostly dark offspring, but might have a few white ones too." From AllAboutBirds.
Yesterday, 12 October 2021, I stayed home in the morning to wait for a landscaper who had arranged to come and look at my tiny backyard late morning and give me an estimate for putting down desperately needed new grass that I want putting down from fence to fence. A last minute phone call let me know that he had been called out on something urgent, so had to cancel So, I got ready as fast as I could and dashed out east of the city in hopes of finding the Snow Geese that people have been reporting. I was in luck, though the maybe 300 or so birds were a long way off. I don't often go out looking for birds that are reported, but I thought it would be nice to see some Snow Geese, that I rarely see. Not a good spot for parking/pulling over, but I was either the only person there or just one other. These really are beautiful birds - and very vocal. I managed to take one video of them noisily in flight, taken from inside my car and looking across the passenger seat. Not the best video, as I kept getting the edge of the door included. However, it was so windy that I stayed inside.
After spending some time watching these beautiful, migrating birds, I drove a few mainly familiar roads before heading home. Just enough time to find a few, previously photographed barns.
Having just hit a large pot hole on my way to work I stopped to check my tyres by pulling across a large driveway. On the verge to the right I noticed some gorgeous snowdrops - the first I've seen this year.
Of course I couldn't resist grabbing my camera and crouching down to get a few shots for the 366. I jumped out of my skin as a furious voice yelled "What the hell do you think you're doing?!"
The rather ferocious owner of the house thought I had a trowel rather than a camera in hand and was understandably furious! Once I turned round with my camera and explained, she dashed through the huge iron gates and came back with a large clump of snowdrops for my own garden - a kind gesture and a quick turnaround of events!
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A rickety sign I found on Main St in Ridgway, Elk County, Pennsylvania.
Traveled two hours north for work today. Overcast dashed my hopes and dreams, but I managed to get this one shot.
I had planned to shoot sunset and twilight from Baker Beach, but just after I took this photo, about 5 minutes before sunset, the fog rolled in and the foghorns started blaring. Pea soup. I noticed, however, that the fog was thin above me, so I packed up my gear, dashed back to my car, and jammed across the bridge up to the Headlands. What a sight! Undulating fog out to the horizon, highlighted in pinks and purples. A natural masterpiece. Unfortunately, by the time I reached my desired vantage point, most of the sunset light was gone. A beautiful violet twilight remained, however, and I was happy to get this.
Two 4 hr sessions with the river Gwash Ospreys in Rutland. Both were pm . We had booked well in advance as it is very popular. 1st session our excitement was dashed due to the good old english climate, it could not have been more gloomy. We had one dive from the Osprey in the photo before we ran out of camera settings. ( no where near enough speed to freeze the action ) 2nd day conditions had much improved by the afternoon after a wet morning. Everything was perfect for the photo, plenty of shutter speed etc and so we waited! sadly it was to be a no show, very disappointing. So for our efforts we had one dive in 8 hrs, and one chaotic attempt at a photo, just a shame it missed the fish and we could not get the best from the cameras. Will return soon!
After an afternoon walking up in Northumberland we arrived home quite tired from our outing. So thinking of heading out with the camera was pretty low on the agenda until I noticed the sky looking rather interesting as we got home, so after a quick snack I dashed back out & headed for Great Ayton hoping that the sunset would hang around long enough for me to get there. I picked up my photography buddy John on route & we just managed to trek up to this point in time to catch the last rays of sunset over Roseberry Topping in the distance.
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Aperture f22, ISO 100, 17mm, 1.6 Seconds
Lee 0.45 & 0.6GNHD, & 0.6GNDS Filters.
This tiny grainy underexposed image of the crescent moon is remarkable in one respect--the timing. Fifty-three summers ago, on television "LIVE FROM THE MOON," I had just watched Neil Armstrong's first steps at the base of the ladder at Tranquility Base. At 15, I grabbed my first serious camera and dashed to the driveway. From my northern Ohio vantage point, the moon was low in the west. I positioned myself to catch it through a break among trees and released the shutter. I dashed back inside to watch Buzz Aldrin climb down to the surface.
The moon's image is tiny, about a quarter millimeter in diameter. My first telephoto lens was still a few months in the future, and I had exposed a 35 mm frame of Ektachrome using the camera's original 55 mm lens at f1.8, 1/250 of a second. Because Ektachrome is a direct-positive film, the slide I rephotographed today (17 July 2022) is the very piece of film exposed at that magic moment in 1969.
Insight
Joy Division
1979
sp.nicovideo.jp/watch/sm35356121
βGuess your dreams always end.
They don't rise up, just descend,
But I don't care anymore,
I've lost the will to want more,
I'm not afraid not at all,
I watch them all as they fall,
But I remember when we were young.β
This is the second track Iβve chosen from the album βUnknown Pleasuresβ, which is 40 years old this year. The link is to a βre-imaginedβ video made to celebrate the anniversary.
I always feel very fortunate on an evening to have a lovely walk to the station, itβs a fantastic way to unwind after a busy day at work. I do sometimes feel guilty though, people making their way home from work often look completely beaten by it all. Even the rays of autumn sun didnβt bring cheer as people dashed by!
Commuters make their weary way home and prepare to board 1F74 16:44 Scarborough-Liverpool Lime Street. The train was in the care of 68027 βSplendidβ on the evening of Wednesday 2nd October 2019.
We arrived at the famous Parangtritis sand dunes (the only one of its kind in Indonesia) only to be greeted by damp sand and a very overcast sky. We spent some time shooting and making the most of a bad situation when out of the blue, a local appeared on the scene. Half-jokingly, I asked him if he had a horse, and to my surprise he really returned with one in tow a few minutes later!
As we continued, we started to notice large and magnificent storm clouds gathering on the horizon. We quickly fired off a few frames and dashed off, barely making it back to the car before the heavens opened up. Another instance of how everything miraculously came together!
Found this growing near us recently. Dashed out between showers for a quick grab shot.
Thanks for looking.
Here's my album for this year: flic.kr/s/aHskzGbt4P
Last year's is here: flic.kr/s/aHskPxovML
A plain nosed UP GEVO leads a double stack up the center track at Elmhurst. This dashed all hopes of the detouring CZ from being on the center.
While on a short hike in the Sierra foothills, I happened upon butterflies flitting about in a tiny wildflower patch, so I dashed to the car to grab my telephoto and capture some springtime images.
Standing in the garden this morning there was a flurry of activity and the sound of a panicked family of Song Thrushes. I first assumed a Sparrowhawk had dashed through, but then I noticed a tail sticking out of a very thick Viburnam shrub and saw a juvenile Kestrel plucking away at one! This is the first time I have seen a Kestrel catch a bird like this, in dense growth, as they far more often hunt over fields and open ground.
Saw the snow and dashed out with the gear to see what I could get. The Dartmoor ponies on Cleadon Hills came to my rescuse.
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One from last Wednesday as the snow and clag started to clear and I dashed up the Shawl to get a view over Wensleydale.
With the York Christmas lights being switched on tonight, more snow forecast and me finally allowing myself some Christmas music... it's beginning to feel a lot like Christmas.
**..Once Upon A Time...there were 2 hunters and a Unicorn**
One day it happened that two men with long bows rode through her forest, hunting for deer. The unicorn followed them, moving so warily that not even the horses knew she was near. The sight of men filled her with an old, slow, strange mixture of tenderness and terror. She never let one see her if she could help it, but she liked to watch them ride by and hear them talking.
"I mislike the feel of this forest," the elder of the two hunters grumbled. "Creatures that live in a unicorn's wood learn a little magic of their own in time, mainly concerned with disappearing. We'll find no game here."
"Unicorns are long gone," the second man said. "If, indeed, they ever were. This is a forest like any other."
"Then why do the leaves never fall here, or the snow? I tell you, there is one unicorn left in the world β good luck to the lonely old thing, I say β and as long as it lives in this forest, there won't be a hunter takes so much as a titmouse home at his saddle. Ride on, ride on, you'll see. I know their ways, unicorns."
"From books," answered the other. "Only from books and tales and songs. Not in the reign of three kings has there been even a whisper of a unicorn seen in this country or any other. You know no more about unicorns than I do, for I've read the same books and heard the same stories, and I've never seen one either."
The first hunter was silent for a time, and the second whistled sourly to himself. Then the first said, "My great-grandmother saw a unicorn once. She used to tell me about it when I was little."
"Oh, indeed? And did she capture it with a golden bridle?"
"No. She didn't have one. You don't have to have a golden bridle to catch a unicorn; that part's the fairy tale. You need only to be pure of heart."
"Yes, yes." The younger man chuckled. "Did she ride her unicorn, then? Bareback, under the trees, like a nymph in the early days of the world?"
"My great-grandmother was afraid of large animals," said the first hunter. "She didn't ride it, but she sat very still, and the unicorn put its head in her lap and fell asleep. My great-grandmother never moved till it woke."
"What did it look like? Pliny describes the unicorn as being very ferocious, similar in the rest of its body to a horse, with the head of a deer, the feet of an elephant, the tail of a bear; a deep, bellowing voice, and a single black horn, two cubits in length. And the Chinese β"
"My great-grandmother said only that the unicorn had a good smell. She never could abide the smell of any beast, even a cat or a cow, let alone a wild thing. But she loved the smell of the unicorn. She began to cry once, telling me about it. Of course, she was a very old woman then, and cried at anything that reminded her of her youth."
"Let's turn around and hunt somewhere else," the second hunter said abruptly. The unicorn stepped softly into a thicket as they turned their horses, and took up the trail only when they were well ahead of her once more. The men rode in silence until they were nearing the edge of the forest, when the second hunter asked quietly, "Why did they go away, do you think? If there ever were such things."
"Who knows? Times change. Would you call this age a good one for unicorns?"
"No, but I wonder if any man before us ever thought his time a good time for unicorns. And it seems to me now that I have heard stories β but I was sleepy with wine, or I was thinking of something else. Well, no matter. There's light enough yet to hunt, if we hurry. Come!"
They broke out of the woods, kicked their horses to a gallop, and dashed away. But before they were out of sight, the first hunter looked back over his shoulder and called, just as though he could see the unicorn standing in shadow, "Stay where you are, poor beast. This is no world for you. Stay in your forest, and keep your trees green and your friends long-lived. Pay no mind to young girls, for they never become anything more than silly old women. And good luck to you."
- Hunter scene in The Last Unicorn tale -
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"I was planning on spending the morning digging holes in the backyard then laying around licking my private parts, but this damn suit really messes with my routine."
Image imagined in MidJourney AI and finished with Topaz Studio and Lightroom Classic.
Heard a familiar thwack, thwack, thwack, of rotor blades. Grabbed the camera, and dashed outside, just managed to get this shot as it popped out from behind the trees.
||Mission 1.1B||
Protector-312
Rank: ARC Sergeant
Nickname: Shogun
253rd legion, Pride of Mandalore
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//An explosion.
Screams.
Blasterfire.
Death.
The war had only begun weeks ago, on the hellhole of geonosis. The losses we suffered there were horrendous, entire platoons wiped off the face of the planet. We weren't ready then, and we weren't ready now.
Rhen Var was one of the first planets subjected to the CIS blitzkreig of the outer rim. We had been stationed on that frozen rock to assist in the evacuation of civilians, providing refuge, or so we thought.
Doors slid shut, as the final civilian stepped onboard. Engines roared and the transport hovered above the landing platform engaging in a swift glide through the lower atmosphere. All was going as planned. Humming of engines. Near silence.
Suddenly, a series of beeps. The pilot glanced at his screen as the cabin lights went red. A barrage blaster fire. A glass shattering explosion. Screams. A plummet. Trails of smoke following the bird as it fell cut through the skyline. drawing closer and closer. Then it made contact. The hull scraped against the platform, grinding itβs stomach into shrapnel, killing everyone onboard. Scraping and screaming could have been heard for miles. Troopers, still on the landing pad, crushed to death.
Then, near silence. The only sound was the crackle of fire in the wind. Not a single survivor. The quiet was only broken by the humming of an HMP gunship hovering above the platform. Ratcheted joints emerged from the underbelly of the craft, dropping several squads of Cold assault battle droids onto the devastated pad. A βclangβ of their feet as they landed. Then a silent march into bravo base, slaughtering anyone in their path.
Another humm. Another bird slicing through the skyline, breaking the mountains behind it. Doors slide open. Men hop down. More feet on the ground. Clone feet.
Shogunβs squadron consisted of five men. Killi, krit, longshot,and blunt. Shogun had been bred apart from his clone brethren on Kamino as a part of the 253rd elite legion, a unique group of protector class arc troopers trained to think more freely, but still withhold a strong sense of family. But family was not what shogun felt then. These troopers were his brothers, his blood, his heart, but not his family.
The blast doors to bravo base were wide open. Killi entered first, rifle in hand, silently scanning the area for any sign of droids. All he found were bodies.
βAllβ¦ all clear sergeant.β
Shogun stepped in and stared down the hallway. His vision landed on the melted visor of a downed soldier and into his lifeless, dead eyes. He then looked down the halway, only to find more of the same. Burn marks, limbs, Death.
βAre thoseβ¦ lightsaber wounds?β
Shogun glanced at krit, but gave no response.
He gestured with his hands. They moved in. gliding through the corridors, moving behind and around any cover they could find. Down endless hallways, weaving around each other like laces on a shoe. Another raise of the arm. A sudden halt.
Two sentry units. Cold assault battle droids. Used in arctic climates, designed to kill. nearly Twice the size of a b2. Armed with heavy blaster rifles. A challenge at best.
Shogun raised a fist. Placed his hand on his blade. He charged.
He dashed towards the lumbering contraption, drawing his blade as he ran. Itβs legs were practically immoble with all the weight they had to bear. The arms were a different story. A fist swung through the air, only to be met by a beskar blade, getting sliced through like a virbo knife on thala butter. A turn, then a katana through the droidβs chest. Longshot fired a single blastershot, shredding straight through the second droidβs photoreceptor. Two distinct βclangs!β The droids fell.
More blaster fire. Shogun glanced down the corridor, only to be greeted by squad incoming sentries. βKrif.β
The troopers rushed down through another blast door, Firing behind as they ran. It was clear. Bravo base was lost. Shogun pressed his comlink.
βSir, bravo base is lost! I repeat, we are being overrun!β
βElaborate.β
βItβs gone sir, everyone inside is dead!β
βWhat? Thatβs- that isnβt possible.β
βWe need evac immediately!β
β...β
βSir? Come in sir!β
βRelay your coordinates.β//
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Yesterday was the first sunny day for a while - supposedly the first of a few but now the only one in this spell!
Normally I would have dashed off to try and see a black hairstreak but I was seeing a friend for much of the day so that was not possible as it is a long journey.
Instead late afternoon I visited my local reserve hoping to see dragonflies and butterflies.
My meadow of choice was so overgrown that the 'grass' was neck high and I could not even see the ponds till almost in them. In fact I only found 4 of the 5 for certain and none had a dragonfly.
I was surprised to see 2 of these birds. It is only the second time I have seen them in Nottingham and though I was unable to get near I was pleased to get a shot.
Riley dashed between the barns and hurried across the yard to the broodmare barn. She quickly pulled her phone out of her pocket and looked at the most recent text: βBabeh time!β, from Keira the owner of the very pregnant mare, Grand. She huffed a loud breath, wiping her brow as she noticed Keira, the owner of the mare standing beside the mareβs stall. βDid I miss it? Tell me I didnβt miss it!β she huffed a breath, wiping her brow as she hurried to the stall and peered inside. Grand, the rich bay mare was laying on the soft bedding. No foal as of yet. Keira reassured the teenager that the foal would be arriving soon, and she couldnβt wait! She held her phone up close the stallβs bars--not wanting to miss a single moment! βYou got this Grand!β she softly cheered with a bright, gleaming smile as she waited in anticipation of the latest EE arrival.
Congratulations, Keira!
Come check out the newest arrival:
A regular location for taking photos at. I cross this point twice on bicycle commuting days.
Note that some red lights appear as a dashed line. These are LED rear lights that derive their tail lamp illumination setting via pulse width modulation control (they are turned on/off at a high frequency). The LEDs are operated 'full on' when used as a brake light.
Further reading here:
e2e.ti.com/blogs_/b/powerhouse/archive/2016/08/26/led-bri...
October Rust
by Patricia A Boudreau
Lost in silence, sitting here
remembering
the first gold-green of early spring.
So sweet the breeze,
so soft the days of misty bliss,
of memories.
The birth of total trust.
Into the heat, of summer's sun,
the sands of time strewn on a beach
that held the moon so long,
eternity held out a hand
to all who fell
under the spell
of silvery star dust.
But dreamers waken,
broken spells lie dashed
like fragile shells,
the souls they held now vanished,
the bits and pieces fall
then call upon a wintry wind
that swirls to fate's slow waltz,
and dance alone in moonlight
now stained October rust.
The eastbound California Zephyr races east now on main #2 east of Afton. The train ran main #1 out of Creston to get around 2 coal trains waiting at CP 3811. The dispatcher pretty much shut down the railroad the last hour and a half to allow a route for Amtrak to swing from main to main around traffic. Now that Amtrak has dashed by here at Afton, the BNSF will go back to railroading. When Amtrak's westbound #5 gets into the picture after 8pm tonight the operations will be halted again for awhile. A large ABS section of double track is still left from Creston to near Galesburg. This operating system limits the amount of flexibility the dispatcher has to prioritize trains. The BNSF has put in a few CTC crossovers to allow for better flexibility, but large shutdown windows come to allow hotshots to stay moving.
Love the BN coal hopper, probably getting to be less and less of those in service!
Ahh... crisp autumn air is settling in and a symphony of vivid colors is transforming the Northern Utah landscape. I had a quick layover in Salt Lake City a couple of days ago and dashed up to a viewpoint with my parents at sunrise. I'm excited to see the colors are coming along perfectly to welcome our Northern Utah Fall Colors participants! I can't wait for our instructor A.J. to show everyone around. It's going to be a great year for the living kaleidoscope!
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As I have been doing for weeks now, here are a few more photos from my archives. I will add the description that I wrote under a different, previously posted photo taken on the same outing.
"Maybe a week ago, my daughter and a friend went to the Calgary Farmyard for a visit. My intention had been to do this for the last few years, but somehow it just never happened. I tend to think of it as a place to visit around Halloween. Until I saw my daughter's photos, I didn't realize that the farm also has a sunflower area as well as a Corn Maze, which I knew about. Nothing would ever get me into a Corn Maze - with no sense of direction, I would never find my way out.
Two nights ago, on 29 August 2020, I took another look at their website and saw that yesterday was going to be their last day being open in summer. So, on the spur of the moment, I dashed out east of the city, found the farm, and luckily found an empty parking spot. Tons of people with young kids, but still plenty of space to be distanced from everyone. All sorts of thing for kids to climb in and on. Farm animals and the sunflowers were what I headed for. The sunflowers had mostly passed their prime, so photos looking over a field of flower heads resulted in very colourless, uninspiring images. The plants that still had bright yellow flowers were being enjoyed by endless bees.
Llamas are one of my favourite farm animals to see and photograph, though these ones were not being very cooperative. Nearby goats were entertaining and offered a few photo opportunities.
After I left the farm. there was still plenty of time to drive the backroads. A couple of beautiful Hawks - one a Swainson's and the other a Red-tailed Hawk, I think - made the drive worthwhile."
The Lake Worth Playhouse occupies the former Oakley Theatre, the oldest building on the register of the Art Deco Society of Palm Beach County. It was constructed by Lucien and Clarence Oakley, two brothers who came to South Florida from Illinois on the wave of a movie mania sweeping the country in the early 1920s. Their dream was to build a movie palace and vaudeville house.
The theatre first opened its doors on November 3, 1924 with local newspapers proudly touting its $150,000 cost β a very high price at the start of the Great Depression. Opening night patrons were treated to a showing of a silent movie based on the Broadway play Welcome Stranger. The new $10,000 Wurlitzer pipe organ (with built-in piano) played in concert for the first time that night and a five-piece orchestra from Fort Lauderdale played for the two performances.
On September 16, 1928, a devastating hurricane ripped through the area, virtually demolishing the Oakley Theatre. But the tenacious brothers quickly rebuilt and reopened the theatre on January 10, 1929. Their dreams were ultimately dashed when the full weight of the Depression struck South Florida, and they lost ownership of the theatre for good.
Over the years, the theatre changed names and ownership many times, showing art films, mainstream films and, later, blue movies. But no one was able to keep the film house afloat, and the theatre was finally shut down.
On December 1, 1953, the Lake Worth Playhouse was incorporated by a group of Lake Worth citizens. The earliest seasons featured four productions a year in the auditorium of the old Lake Worth City Hall. Despite the long stairway climb to the non-air-conditioned third-floor performance space, audiences came out to support the organization. Most of the early performances sold out. The first play produced by the fledgling organization was Springtime for Henry.
In October 1975 the Lake Worth Playhouse purchased the Oakley Theatre building for $60,000 and began much-needed renovations with an additional $15,000 Bicentennial grant. The first production of the Lake Worth Playhouse in its new home was The Last of Mrs. Lincoln, chosen to fulfill stipulations of the federal Bicentennial grant.
Today, the Playhouse is proud to offer a variety of mainstream and alternative programming, both live and on film. The Playhouse also offers educational programs for adults and children, and community outreach initiatives that bring cultural programs into the neighborhoods of underserved youth, and also make theatre available free of charge for disadvantaged citizens in the community.
The Lake Worth Playhouse is a 501c3 nonprofit community theatre with a never-be-dark policy. Year-round programming includes award-winning dramas, comedies, musicals, area premieres, Broadway favorites, childrenβs shows, international ballets and operas in cinema, live concert series and alternative programming.
In addition to its main stage theatrical fare, the Playhouse presents daily independent and foreign films in the Stonzek Theatre, an intimate black-box style theatre equipped with a large viewing screen and high-definition projection.
Credit for the data above is given to the following websites:
www.lakeworthplayhouse.org/welcome/playhouse_history/
www.pbcgov.org/papa/Asps/PropertyDetail/PropertyDetail.as...
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Eastern Reef Egret (dark morph)
Egretta sacra
June 7th, 2023
Buffalo Creek, Darwin, Northern Territory, Australia
Canon EOS R5
Canon EF 600mm f4L IS III USM lens
Canon EF 1.4x III Extender
One of the really amazing aspects of digital photography today is the capability of our cameras to handle high ISO noise. When combined with the incredible noise reduction software options we now have available, these advancements have really extended the possibilities for wildlife photography.
This image of a fishing Eastern Reef Egret is an example of such extended capabilities.
The Egret had been fishing on the incoming tide for about 30 minutes before sunset & then continued on for at least another 30 minutes after the sun had already set. With the ability to push into seriously high ISO ranges, it meant I was able to keep my shutter at a reasonable enough speed to capture the action even as the light was fading. This enabled me to capture the action as the Egret dashed about chasing the small fish that were flowing back into Buffalo Creek with the incoming currents. Then with some very basic editing in Lightroom, I was able to produce a really nice image.
An amazing experience to lay in the shallow water, watching this agile hunter dart all over the place, stopping on a dime & pivoting as the fish desperately tried to evade capture. Mind you the tide was coming in pretty fast over the flat beach, so I was mindful of the amount of sea water splashing on my gear & one must always remember to be wary of crocodiles when up North!
The beautiful soft blue & grey tones created as the light faded combined with the dark plumage of the Egret really appealed to me.
Low light in the garage and his lightening fast reflexes make for a grainy action shot. But his joy and mirth come through.
He dashed in, did a tuck and roll (photo), tossed the mouse skyward and then recaptured before it fell to the ground.
That blue eyed squeaky toy is so done for!
Rusty keeps getting to be a stronger and healthier Bengal Kitty every day :)
New York Susquehanna & Western SU-99 drops downhill into Sparta on a roasting hot mid-June evening in 2024. Leading the way into town to work for an abnormally long amount of time was NYSW 4066, an EMD SD70M-2 acquired secondhand from the Norfolk Southern. This photo was taken a few minutes before 8 PM; if memory serves me the train didn't leave Sparta Junction until about two and a half hours later. Needless to say any hopes of a daylight shot on the CNYK past Port Jervis were dashed.
One Sunday morning in late May, some local guys had set up the mobile sauna by the beach as they often do. This time they also set up an ice bath. Having just got out from a sea swim, they offered, so I decided to try the ice bath. Rather enjoyed it, dashed back in the sea again to warm up, got dried then decided I just had to get a shot of the sun on the ice. With still unsteady hands I pointed the Kodak Retina iic and exposed a frame on the Rollei RPX25. All a bit of fun. I quite like the Rollei RPX 25 developed in Xtol too.
Having missed the sunlight even though I dashed over here right after work, I still got what I could of a couple of trains in the shadows. Here, a KCS intermodal glides south on the UP Springfield Sub in Venice, IL.
Saturday night cruising in Paprihaven, at the Market Street 7-11.
Ah, the crisp night air of March in Paprihaven.
"The Ides of March!" Lennox Lorin shouts aloud, alone in the parking lot. He pauses to admire the elect baritone of his genteel voice.
Lennox breathes the air deeply, imagining that his sophisticated nostrils are able to parse out any foul essence that might be emanating from Lee Crimmel's Mustang.
"Psh!" Typical American. The man didn't even use a parking space as he dashed in.
It is not properly yet the Ides of March but, once the month has arrived, Lennox insists on using it regularly. He is sophisticated, after all.
A wide smile, (Almost a grin but gentlemen of formulated nobility like Lennox don't 'grin'.), breaks across his countenance even as he turns to admire his Brit Speed.
Of course Lennox possesses a cultured admiration for the automobile and his particular niche is the land speed record type.
His custom V12 is built for the salt flats. Over 1,000 howling horses propel... Wait, Lennox frowns. Horses do not howl. He'll need a witticism more in comportment with his cultivated sensibilities.
Nevertheless, his Brit Speed is fast. Staggeringly so. And it has those long elegant lines that immediately signal all the charm and magnificence of British motor cars.
Lennox decides he may mingle with the commoners tonight. Stop light racing is so plebeian but, if the outcome is the recognition of British racing superiority, then Lennox will suffer that momentary indignation.
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A year of the shows and performers of the Bijou Planks Theater.
Hot Wheels
Brit Speed
City 5-Pack
2020 Indonesia
Hot Wheels
'67 Shelby GT500
Multipack Exclusive
2018, Malaysia
Hot Wheels
Muscle Tone
Color Shifters
2014, Thailand
* The last time Lee was here, also eschewing a parking spot, he was approached by the strange lady.
www.flickr.com/photos/paprihaven/54175476138/
Another fine Bijou Planks entry from Grab Bag #25!
We end the week's posts with a small castellated building in Navan, County Meath from the Eason Photographic Collection. The castle has seen extensive work to make it more habitable with what seems to be an extension out the back, a coat of dashed render and some significant chimneys for cooking/heating.
Photographer: Unknown
Collection: Eason Photographic Collection
Date: between 1900-1939
NLI Ref: EAS_3222
You can also view this image, and many thousands of others, on the NLIβs catalogue at catalogue.nli.ie
I found two copies of '8909 - LEGO Collectable Minifigures - Team GB' at my local Argos four years after release!
I'm extremely satisfied as I wanted to get the whole 'Team GB' series but at the time I only managed to get two. This was purely unintentional and it clearly caught me off guard. As soon as I laid my eyes on them I literally dashed towards them with a burst of excitement.
As you guys may know that these go for Β£15-Β£20 each (sealed) on the secondary market as they were a limited edition series and only available in the UK, therefore they are very valuable.
Riding the waves on a windy day.
"Watching huge flocks of Snow Geese swirl down from the sky, amid a cacophony of honking, is a little like standing inside a snow globe. These loud, white-and-black geese can cover the ground in a snowy blanket as they eat their way across fallow cornfields or wetlands. Among them, you might see a dark form with a white headβa color variant called the βBlue Goose.β Snow Geese have skyrocketed in numbers and are now among the most abundant waterfowl on the continent.
The dark color of the blue morph Snow Goose is controlled by a single gene, with dark being partially dominant over white. If a pure dark goose mates with a white goose, the offspring will all be dark (possibly with white bellies). If two white geese mate, they have only white offspring. If two dark geese mate, they will have mostly dark offspring, but might have a few white ones too." From AllAboutBirds.
On 12 October 2021, I stayed home in the morning to wait for a landscaper who had arranged to come and look at my tiny backyard late morning and give me an estimate for putting down desperately needed new grass that I want putting down from fence to fence. A last minute phone call let me know that he had been called out on something urgent, so had to cancel So, I got ready as fast as I could and dashed out east of the city in hopes of finding the Snow Geese that people have been reporting. I was in luck, though the maybe 300 or so birds were a long way off. I don't often go out looking for birds that are reported, but I thought it would be nice to see some Snow Geese, that I rarely see. Not a good spot for parking/pulling over, but I was either the only person there or just one other. These really are beautiful birds - and very vocal. I managed to take one video of them noisily in flight, taken from inside my car and looking across the passenger seat. Not the best video, as I kept getting the edge of the door included. However, it was so windy that I stayed inside.
After spending some time watching these beautiful, migrating birds, I drove a few mainly familiar roads before heading home. Just enough time to find a few, previously photographed barns.
Shot on iPhone 6S.
We arrived in Melbourne and before we had to hand in the campervan we dashed down to Brighton Beach. We've visited this beach three times because we love the little beach huts - and each time it's been freezing and blowing a gale. That's Melbourne for you. I had about five photos I could have gone with today but this one wins for me.