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This seemed quite an unusual sight for me and it reminded me of one of my favourite songs by Rolf Harris called "Two little boys... had two little toys".
I think different people have a different takes on this song. For me this song celebrates beautiful friendships, humanity and decency.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=2ATk-5eFy2g
Lyrics
Two little boys had two little toys
Each had a wooden horse
Gaily they played each summer day
Warriors both of course.
One little chap then had a mishap
Broke off his horse's head
Wept for his toy and then cried with joy
As his young playmate said.
Do you think I would leave you crying
When there's room on my horse for two
Climb up here Jack and don’t be crying
I can go just as fast with two.
When we grow up we'll both be soldiers
And our horses will not be toys
and I wonder if we'll remember
When we were two little boys.
Long years passed, war came so fast
Bravely they marched away
Cannons roared loud and in the mad crowd
Wounded and dying lay.
Up goes a shout, a horse dashes out
Out from the ranks so blue
Gallops away to where Joe lay
then came the voice he knew.
Did you think I would leave you dying
When there's room on my horse for two
Climb up here Joe, we'll soon be flying
I can go just as fast with two.
Did you say, Joe, I'm all a-tremble
Perhaps it’s the battle’s noise
But I think it's that I remember
When we were two little boys.
Do you think I would leave you dying
There's room on my horse for two
Climb up here Joe, we'll soon be flying
Back to the ranks so blue
Can you feel Joe I’m all a-tremble
Perhaps it’s the battle’s noise
But I think it’s that I remember
When we were two little boys
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This was a very memorable sunset. The weather could not have been better to be outdoors wandering around solo. This trip was primarily to get out to a new place, take hike and escape the city more than anything. Yet I am always glad when I can come home with a keeper image as well.
I sat on these rocks with only a slight gentle breeze rolling through and temps in the mid 70's, my ideal temperature before I start to overheat. I would not do well living in the desert. Sitting here it was rather peaceful. The highway was up above me yet only a car or two coming by every 5 to 10 minutes. A far cry from rush hour in the city where being stuck in traffic gets me wound up like a cat rolling around with catnip.
To get here is a 325 mile drive one way from my house, which results in over 650 miles round-trip that I did in a weekend. There are people reading this that won't understand why you would do that. Then there are others that will understand perfectly. Besides the guilt of driving that many miles solo from an environmental impact stand point it was a plus in every other way. As a way to give back to the environment most that know me know that I rarely come home without doing garbage pickup along the way. This trip it was along some desolate cracked desert floor where I picked up everything from shot gun shells to empty beer cans. I am not out to stereotype but I rarely find an empty micro brew bottle. Please folks for crying out loud at least have the decency to take your own garbage home.
For those that don't know this area it's Abert Lake, yes there is no L, the spelling is correct. It's in what they call the Outback of Oregon down in the south eastern part of the state. Where cattle easily out number people and your next door neighbor might be a long ways away. Looking for a place less traveled this would be it. I plan to be back soon.
Curious to know more about the area? en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lake_Abert
Wildlife Details
- Came across two snakes. One a rattlesnake which was dead and another one that I almost stepped on that hissed very loud at me, was not a gartner snake but have not been able to identify it yet.
- My deer crossing included some alive and one dead on the desert floor with only a furry leg and hoof left to identify. As for one of the alive deer I had to hit the brakes as it jumped out of the bushes last minute. Despite having done this many times over the years it still startles me.
- Other wildlife included: Chipmunks, squirrels, a coyote, many birds and even a fox. Not a bad list for a weekends travel.
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West-German postcard by Rüdel-Verlag, Hamburg-Bergedorf, no. 513. Photo: 20th Century Fox. Gregory Peck in The Snows of Kilimanjaro (Henry King, 1952).
American actor Gregory Peck (1916-2003) was one of the most popular film stars from the 1940s to the 1960s. Peck received five nominations for Academy Award for Best Actor and won once – for his performance as Atticus Finch in To Kill a Mockingbird (1962). He almost always played courageous, nobly heroic good guys who saw injustice and fought it. Among his best known films are Spellbound (1945), The Yearling (1946), Gentleman's Agreement (1947), Roman Holiday (1953), The Guns of Navarone (1961), and Cape Fear (1962).
Eldred Gregory Peck was born in 1916 in La Jolla, California (now in San Diego). His parents were Bernice Mary (Ayres) and Gregory Pearl Peck, a chemist, and druggist in San Diego. His parents divorced when he was five years old. An only child, he was sent to live with his grandmother. He never felt he had a stable childhood. His fondest memories are of his grandmother taking him to the cinema every week and of his dog, which followed him everywhere. Peck's father encouraged him to take up medicine. He studied pre-med at UC-Berkeley and, while there, got bitten by the acting bug and decided to change the focus of his studies. He enrolled in the Neighborhood Playhouse in New York and debuted on Broadway after graduation. His debut was in Emlyn Williams' play 'The Morning Star' (1942). By 1943, he was in Hollywood, where he debuted in the RKO film Days of Glory (Jacques Tourneur, 1944). Stardom came with his next film, The Keys of the Kingdom (John M. Stahl, 1944), for which he was nominated for an Oscar. Tony Fontana at IMDb: "Peck's screen presence displayed the qualities for which he became well known. He was tall, rugged and heroic, with a basic decency that transcended his roles." He appeared opposite Ingrid Bergman in Alfred Hitchcock's Spellbound (1945) as an amnesia victim accused of murder. In The Yearling (Clarence Brown, 1946), he was again nominated for an Oscar and won the Golden Globe. He was especially effective in Westerns and appeared in such varied fare as David O. Selznick's critically blasted Duel in the Sun (King Vidor, 1946), the somewhat better received Yellow Sky (William A. Wellman, 1948), and the acclaimed The Gunfighter (Henry King, 1950). He was nominated again for the Academy Award for his roles in Gentleman's Agreement (Elia Kazan, 1947), which dealt with anti-Semitism, and Twelve O'Clock High (Henry King, 1949), a story of high-level stress in an Air Force bomber unit in World War II. In 1947, Peck, along with Dorothy McGuire, David O'Selznick, and Mel Ferrer, founded the La Jolla Playhouse, located in his hometown, and produced many of the classics there. Due to film commitments, he could not return to Broadway but whet his appetite for live theatre on occasion at the Playhouse, keeping it firmly established with a strong, reputable name over the years.
With a string of hits to his credit, Gregory Peck made the decision to only work in films that interested him. He continued to appear as the heroic, larger-than-life figures in such films as Captain Horatio Hornblower (Raoul Walsh, 1951) with Virginia Mayo, and Moby Dick (John Huston, 1956) with Richard Basehart. He worked with Audrey Hepburn in her debut film, Roman Holiday (William Wyler, 1953). While filming The Bravados (Henry King, 1958), he decided to become a cowboy in real life, so he purchased a vast working ranch near Santa Barbara, California - already stocked with 600 head of prize cattle. In the early 1960s, he gave a powerful performance as Captain Keith Mallory in The Guns of Navarone (J. Lee Thompson, 1961) opposite David Niven and Anthony Quinn. The film was one of the biggest box-office hits of that year. Peck finally won the Oscar, after four nominations, for his performance as lawyer Atticus Finch in To Kill a Mockingbird (Robert Mulligan, 1962). He also appeared in two darker films than he usually made, Cape Fear (J. Lee Thompson, 1962) opposite Robert Mitchum, and Captain Newman, M.D. (David Miller, 1963) with Tony Curtis, which dealt with the way people live. The financial failure of Cape Fear (1962) ended his company, Melville Productions. After making Arabesque (Stanley Donen, 1966) with Sophia Loren, Peck withdrew from acting for three years in order to concentrate on various humanitarian causes, including the American Cancer Society. In the early 1970s, he produced two films, The Trial of the Catonsville Nine (Gordon Davidson, 1972) and The Dove (Charles Jarrott, 1974), when his film career stalled. He made a comeback playing, somewhat woodenly, Ambassador Robert Thorn in the horror film The Omen (Richard Donner, 1976) with Lee Remick. After that, he returned to the bigger-than-life roles he was best known for, such as MacArthur (Joseph Sargent, 1977) and the infamous Nazi war criminal Dr. Josef Mengele in the huge hit The Boys from Brazil (Franklin J. Schaffner, 1978) with Laurence Olivier and James Mason. In the 1980s, he moved into television with the miniseries The Blue and the Gray (Andrew V. McLaglen, 1982) in which he played Abraham Lincoln, and The Scarlet and the Black (Jerry London, 1983) with Christopher Plummer and John Gielgud. In 1991, he appeared in the remake of his 1962 film, playing a different role, in Martin Scorsese's Cape Fear (1991). He was also cast as the progressive-thinking owner of a wire and cable business in Other People's Money (Norman Jewison, 1991), starring Danny DeVito. In 1967, Peck received the Academy's Jean Hersholt Humanitarian Award. He was also been awarded the US Presidential Medal of Freedom. Always politically progressive, he was active in such causes as anti-war protests, workers' rights, and civil rights. In 2003, Peck's portrayal of Atticus Finch was named the greatest film hero of the past 100 years by the American Film Institute, only two weeks before his death. Atticus beat out Indiana Jones, who was placed second, and James Bond who came third. Gregory Peck died in 2003 in Los Angeles, California. He was 87. Peck was married twice. From 1942 till 1955, he was married to Greta Kukkonen. They had three children: Jonathan Peck (1944-1975), Stephen Peck (1946), and Carey Paul Peck (1949). His second wife was Veronique Passani, whom he met at the set of Roman Holliday. They married in 1955 and had two children: Tony Peck (1956) and Cecilia Peck (1958). The couple remained together till his death.
Sources: Tony Fontana (IMDb), and IMDb.
And, please check out our blog European Film Star Postcards.
South-African postcard by East-West Publishers, Cape Town, no. 19.
American actor Gregory Peck (1916-2003) was one of the most popular film stars from the 1940s to the 1960s. Peck received five nominations for Academy Award for Best Actor and won once – for his performance as Atticus Finch in To Kill a Mockingbird (1962). He almost always played courageous, nobly heroic good guys who saw injustice and fought it. Among his best known films are Spellbound (1945), The Yearling (1946), Gentleman's Agreement (1947), Roman Holiday (1953), The Guns of Navarone (1961), and Cape Fear (1962).
Eldred Gregory Peck was born in 1916 in La Jolla, California (now in San Diego). His parents were Bernice Mary (Ayres) and Gregory Pearl Peck, a chemist, and druggist in San Diego. His parents divorced when he was five years old. An only child, he was sent to live with his grandmother. He never felt he had a stable childhood. His fondest memories are of his grandmother taking him to the cinema every week and of his dog, which followed him everywhere. Peck's father encouraged him to take up medicine. He studied pre-med at UC-Berkeley and, while there, got bitten by the acting bug and decided to change the focus of his studies. He enrolled in the Neighborhood Playhouse in New York and debuted on Broadway after graduation. His debut was in Emlyn Williams' play 'The Morning Star' (1942). By 1943, he was in Hollywood, where he debuted in the RKO film Days of Glory (Jacques Tourneur, 1944). Stardom came with his next film, The Keys of the Kingdom (John M. Stahl, 1944), for which he was nominated for an Oscar. Tony Fontana at IMDb: "Peck's screen presence displayed the qualities for which he became well known. He was tall, rugged and heroic, with a basic decency that transcended his roles." He appeared opposite Ingrid Bergman in Alfred Hitchcock's Spellbound (1945) as an amnesia victim accused of murder. In The Yearling (Clarence Brown, 1946), he was again nominated for an Oscar and won the Golden Globe. He was especially effective in Westerns and appeared in such varied fare as David O. Selznick's critically blasted Duel in the Sun (King Vidor, 1946), the somewhat better received Yellow Sky (William A. Wellman, 1948), and the acclaimed The Gunfighter (Henry King, 1950). He was nominated again for the Academy Award for his roles in Gentleman's Agreement (Elia Kazan, 1947), which dealt with anti-Semitism, and Twelve O'Clock High (Henry King, 1949), a story of high-level stress in an Air Force bomber unit in World War II. In 1947, Peck, along with Dorothy McGuire, David O'Selznick, and Mel Ferrer, founded the La Jolla Playhouse, located in his hometown, and produced many of the classics there. Due to film commitments, he could not return to Broadway but whet his appetite for live theatre on occasion at the Playhouse, keeping it firmly established with a strong, reputable name over the years.
With a string of hits to his credit, Gregory Peck made the decision to only work in films that interested him. He continued to appear as the heroic, larger-than-life figures in such films as Captain Horatio Hornblower (Raoul Walsh, 1951) with Virginia Mayo, and Moby Dick (John Huston, 1956) with Richard Basehart. He worked with Audrey Hepburn in her debut film, Roman Holiday (William Wyler, 1953). While filming The Bravados (Henry King, 1958), he decided to become a cowboy in real life, so he purchased a vast working ranch near Santa Barbara, California - already stocked with 600 head of prize cattle. In the early 1960s, he gave a powerful performance as Captain Keith Mallory in The Guns of Navarone (J. Lee Thompson, 1961) opposite David Niven and Anthony Quinn. The film was one of the biggest box-office hits of that year. Peck finally won the Oscar, after four nominations, for his performance as lawyer Atticus Finch in To Kill a Mockingbird (Robert Mulligan, 1962). He also appeared in two darker films than he usually made, Cape Fear (J. Lee Thompson, 1962) opposite Robert Mitchum, and Captain Newman, M.D. (David Miller, 1963) with Tony Curtis, which dealt with the way people live. The financial failure of Cape Fear (1962) ended his company, Melville Productions. After making Arabesque (Stanley Donen, 1966) with Sophia Loren, Peck withdrew from acting for three years in order to concentrate on various humanitarian causes, including the American Cancer Society. In the early 1970s, he produced two films, The Trial of the Catonsville Nine (Gordon Davidson, 1972) and The Dove (Charles Jarrott, 1974), when his film career stalled. He made a comeback playing, somewhat woodenly, Ambassador Robert Thorn in the horror film The Omen (Richard Donner, 1976) with Lee Remick. After that, he returned to the bigger-than-life roles he was best known for, such as MacArthur (Joseph Sargent, 1977) and the infamous Nazi war criminal Dr. Josef Mengele in the huge hit The Boys from Brazil (Franklin J. Schaffner, 1978) with Laurence Olivier and James Mason. In the 1980s, he moved into television with the miniseries The Blue and the Gray (Andrew V. McLaglen, 1982) in which he played Abraham Lincoln, and The Scarlet and the Black (Jerry London, 1983) with Christopher Plummer and John Gielgud. In 1991, he appeared in the remake of his 1962 film, playing a different role, in Martin Scorsese's Cape Fear (1991). He was also cast as the progressive-thinking owner of a wire and cable business in Other People's Money (Norman Jewison, 1991), starring Danny DeVito. In 1967, Peck received the Academy's Jean Hersholt Humanitarian Award. He was also been awarded the US Presidential Medal of Freedom. Always politically progressive, he was active in such causes as anti-war protests, workers' rights, and civil rights. In 2003, Peck's portrayal of Atticus Finch was named the greatest film hero of the past 100 years by the American Film Institute, only two weeks before his death. Atticus beat out Indiana Jones, who was placed second, and James Bond who came third. Gregory Peck died in 2003 in Los Angeles, California. He was 87. Peck was married twice. From 1942 till 1955, he was married to Greta Kukkonen. They had three children: Jonathan Peck (1944-1975), Stephen Peck (1946), and Carey Paul Peck (1949). His second wife was Veronique Passani, whom he met at the set of Roman Holliday. They married in 1955 and had two children: Tony Peck (1956) and Cecilia Peck (1958). The couple remained together till his death.
Sources: Tony Fontana (IMDb), and IMDb.
And, please check out our blog European Film Star Postcards.
Relationships should really start at the end.
It is only as you go through the crappy last emails, texts and phone calls requesting your stuff back and airing much stifled opinions that you really discover the true nature of the person that you were with.
My advice to all women – never leave anything at any man’s house, ever.
However insignificant the item seems at the time that you don’t feel like lugging home and however much you think that you would always be able to get it back even if you broke up because they are a reasonable, well brought up, well mannered chap who surely would have the decency maturity to be able to handle putting something in the post when politely asked. Just don’t. Take everything with you, every time. Think Littlest Hobo, imagine that whatever you leave behind will be rubbed all over with pubes or farted on, anything to ensure that you do not to do it.
I have left something behind nearly every time that I have slammed a front door behind me on a disappointing man. One can use this though to assess the true calibre of said man by how he deals with your property.
I have had my stuff plonked onto my windscreen as I got into my car to leave, been told it will be sold on Ebay (there ought be a whole category out there for these items of worn underwear, sleep smelling pyjamas and splayed toothbrushes.) I have paced impatiently at the front door wondering if the latest guy will be prompt with the post or if he will play the ‘I’m so busy with my amazing life’ game and keep me waiting. I myself must get rid of all items immediately, if not sooner. If he recently bought me dinner I must try to throw it up.
Recently I have had to endure another spate of email duelling with the latest to fall by the wayside whilst trying to get a framed print of mine returned. My vaso-dilation capabilities have been thoroughly tested. I am regularly experiencing that swell of heat to my cheeks and the throb of adrenalin as, with fury I read the next inadequate excuse.
‘Please don’t be mad at me I’m doing my best’
‘I’m not being slack, just got a lot on’
‘I have been sick and I kind of lied that I had posted it’
‘I’m really sick with a chest infection and I can’t lift my head’
‘At the moment I can’t afford £100 to buy it off you and I can’t get out to post it’
‘I’m lazy’
‘I will return your things but as I am out every night and every weekend this is proving quite difficult.’
(I can’t somehow imagine such excuses being given to a male mate if he had borrowed and not returned his collection of porn. Why do men not feel embarrassed about behaving like a great big girls blouses with women?)
‘I slightly resent the way you are pursuing me’
Upon reading this last comment I was ready to ‘go dark’ to retrieve the hostage print myself.
I imagine screeching up to and through the house in a colossal black SUV. I draw to a halt in the dining room, clamber out in seriously mean dykey black boots, crunch over the remains of the chandelier and through the slivers of Phillippe Starck polymer and delicately lift up my picture, whispering quietly as I cradle it, “I’m here now, I told you I would come for you.”
At the far end of the now crumpled table is a man in a girls blouse, all slumped forward.
“It’s alright, you don’t have to lift your head.”
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After coming off Werewolf trail, we all headed down to Reflection Lakes. I was happy to have finally met Lisa, who was up on vacation from California. She's one awesome gal. In the backseat were Christina and Walt along for the ride. I'm glad everybody was too tired to notice my bad driving skills. Everybody made it home safe, and isn't that what really matters?
I was the only one to get out and shoot this spot. Everyone else stayed in the car. I figured that since we traveled all this way, if we stop somewhere then I'm going to shoot.
It was an all around good time with some great people. Hopefully they didn't mind my wacky sense of humor. After all, I did save everybody from a vicious Werewolf earlier in the day.
:-)
Proud to have been one of nearly 100,000 people marching in Madison today to show that we care about families, human rights, and basic decency.
This one is my FAV! Alyssa walks in our house and says "Miss Angel --- paint my face!" SQUEAL!!! I literally drop everything I was doing and grab my bag and wahhh-laaaa. She didn't even want to know what I was going to make her into. I did have the decency to tell her tonight's theme was circus freak. The out-takes were so hysterical. Marissa said she felt like she was having a clown baby. hahahhaha
October Photo Challenge: Circus Freak!
I am looking forward to voting POTUS out of office. Even though living in Turkey, I will soon be able to vote electronically.
The American President continues to violate basic notions of decency while failing to handle the Corona virus with any kind of skill, compassion or understanding. His stumbling, incompetent response amounts to negligent homicide. Lawbreakers, grifters and incompetents abound.
Some regimes need changing
Some regimes
Just like diapers
Trash
Or dirty laundry
Need changing
From time to time
Smelling bad
And reeking of corruption
They should be impeached
Voted out of office
Sent packing
And banned from Twitter
Fox News
And Fake News of all kinds
They should be sent into exile
Like Napoleon
Or stranded on some desert island
Like Robinson Crusoe
Unplugged
And deprived of all pleasures
Like golf and cheeseburgers
Strippers and porn stars
Silenced
Once and for all
Muzzled
Gagged
And muted
Put out of commission
And hushed
Finally
Or jailed
© Jamie McKenzie, all rights reserved
You will find more of my poems and songs here
and in The Storm in Its Passing and Flights of Fancy.
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Help the People of Burma -- Post this on Your Blog!
Note: This is a new kind of online protest that uses blogs to spread a petition globally. To participate, just add your blog by following the instructions in this blog post.
This not an issue of partisan politics, this is an issue of basic human rights and democracy. Please help to prevent a human tragedy in Burma by adding your blog and asking others to do the same.
By passing this meme on through the blogosphere hopefully we can generate more awareness and avert a serious tragedy. As concerned world-citizens this something we bloggers can do to help.
How to participate:
1. Copy this entire post to your blog, including this special number: 1081081081234
2. After a few days, you can search Google for the number 1081081081234 to find all blogs that are participating in this protest and petition. Note: Google indexes blogs at different rates, so it could take longer for your blog to show up in the results.
3. If you know how to add tags to your blog posts, add the Technorati tag 1081081081234 to your post as well. This will make your post findable sooner in Technorati.
THE SITUATION IN BURMA AND WHY IT MATTERS TO ALL OF US
There is no press freedom in Burma and the government has started turning off the Internet and other means of communication, so it is difficult to get news out. Individuals on the ground have been sending their day-by-day reports to the BBC, and they are heartbreaking. I encourage you to read these accounts to see for yourself what is really going on in Burma. Please include this link in your own blog post.
The situation in Burma is increasingly dangerous. Hundreds of thousands of unarmed peaceful protesters, including monks and nuns, are risking their lives to march for democracy against an unpopular but well-armed military dictatorship that will stop at nothing to continue its repressive rule. While the generals in power and their families are literally dripping in gold and diamonds, the people of Burma are impoverished, deprived of basic human rights, cut off from the rest of the world, and increasingly under threat of violence.
This week the people of Burma have risen up collectively in the largest public demonstrations against the ruling Junta in decades. It's an amazing show of bravery, decency, and democracy in action. But although these protests are peaceful, the military rulers are starting to crack down with violence. Already there have been at least several reported deaths, and hundreds of critical injuries from soldiers beating unarmed civilians to the point of death.
The actual fatalities and injuries are probably far worse, but the only news we have is coming from individuals who are sneaking reports past the authorities. Unfortunately it looks like a large-scale blood-bath may ensue -- and the victims will be mostly women, children, the elderly and unarmed monks and nuns.
Contrary to what the Burmese, Chinese and Russian governments have stated, this is not merely a local internal political issue, it is an issue of global importance and it affects the global community. As concerned citizens, we cannot allow any government anywhere in the world to use its military to attack and kill peacefully demonstrating, unarmed citizens.
In this modern day and age violence against unarmed civilians is unacceptable and if it is allowed to happen, without serious consequences for the perpetrators, it creates a precedent for it to happen again somewhere else. If we want a more peaceful world, it is up to each of us to make a personal stand on these fundamental issues whenever they arise.
Please join me in calling on the Burmese government to negotiate peacefully with its citizens, and on China to intervene to prevent further violence. And please help to raise awareness of the developing situation in Burma so that hopefully we can avert a large-scale human disaster there.
Join the Red for the People of Burma group on Flickr
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These two monks were photographed in Pakse, Laos during the summer of 2006. They were quite pleased to have me photograph them and asked for a print of the image. I was happy to oblige, and searched the city far and wide for a photo place that would take this one image off of my 2GB card and print it, but none would. I ended up at an internet cafe where I pulled the image off my card and just burned it onto a CD. Still, none of the photo places (there were only 2 or 3 in town) would print just one image for me, so I had to just give the monks the CD itself. I wonder if they were ever able to print it after all...
Bitte hier keine Fotos machen! Ich habe das Schild nicht gesehen und wurde dafür gerügt, habe mich gebührend entschuldigt und aus gutem Grund musste ich das Foto nicht löschen!
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With the AIDAPrima to the Orient from Dubai!
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Route: Dubai – Abu Dhabi – Abu Dhabi – Manama/Khalifa Bin Salman Port – Sir Bani Yas – Sir Bani Yas – Dubai – Dubai – Dubai
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Mit der AIDAPrima in den Orient ab Dubai!
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Nichts besonderes, nur Urlaubsfotos!!
Through the dream light of your way
Is not so easy for me now
Half the time has passed away
Things we thought of yesterday
Come back now, come back now
Zora from what I hope is our first shoot of many. She's a great person with a huge breadth of interests. As I am pretty sure I have already said, her decency just shines through everything she does.
Echo did the makeup. That's always a good thing.
Lyrics: Winterlong by Neil Young
An Albion Viking VK43AL seen at Kirkcaldy Bus Station and belonging to the Alexander Fife company which, by Tuesday 26th June 1979, was calling itself "Fife Scottish". A new fleetname style had been introduced, violating the chaste decency of Scottish Bus Group liveries with modish "corporate identity" and vulgar commercialism. The Albion Viking was rare outside Scotland and was mainly an export model. The centrally positioned, bilaterally symmetrical radiator grille suggests that the engine was vertical and longitudinal, an unusual configuration ...if that's what it was... in a rear-engined bus.
Dutch postcard by Takken / 't Sticht., no. 1633.
Voluptuous American actress Mamie Van Doren (1931) was a sex symbol of the 1950s and 1960s. Van Doren starred in several exploitation films such as Untamed Youth (1957), loaded with rock 'n' roll and juvenile delinquency. Her onscreen wardrobe usually consisted of tight sweaters, low-cut blouses, form-fitting dresses, and daring swimsuits. Mamie and her colleague blonde bombshells Marilyn Monroe and Jayne Mansfield were known as 'The Three M's.'
Mamie Van Doren was born Joan Lucille Olander in Rowena, South Dakota, in 1931. She was the daughter of Warner Carl Olander and Lucille Harriet Bennett. In 1942 the family moved to Los Angeles. In early 1946, Van Doren began working as an usher at the Pantages Theatre in Hollywood. The following year, she had a bit part on an early television show. She also sang with Ted Fio Rito's band and entered several beauty contests. She was married for a brief time at seventeen when Van Doren and her first husband, Jack Newman, eloped to Santa Barbara. The marriage was dissolved quickly, upon her discovery of his abusive nature. In the summer of 1949, at age 18, she won the titles Miss Eight Ball and Miss Palm Springs. Van Doren was discovered by producer Howard Hughes the night she was crowned Miss Palm Springs. The pair dated for five years. Hughes provided her with a bit role in Jet Pilot at RKO Radio Pictures. Her line of dialogue inconsisted of one word, "Look!". The following year, 1951, she posed for famous pin-up girl artist Alberto Vargas, the painter of the glamorous Vargas Girls. His painting of Van Doren was on the July 1951 cover of Esquire magazine. Van Doren did a few more bit parts in RKO films, including His Kind of Woman (John Farrow, 1951) starring Robert Mitchum and Jane Russell. Van Doren then began working on the stage. She was a showgirl in New York in Monte Proser's nightclub version of Billion Dollar Baby. Songwriter Jimmy McHugh discovered her for his musicals, then decided she was too good for the chorus line and should have dramatic training. She studied with Ben Bard and Bliss-Hayden. While appearing in the role of Marie in a showcase production of Come Back, Little Sheba, Van Doren was seen by Phil Benjamin, a casting director at Universal International. In 1953, Van Doren signed a contract with Universal Studios. They had big plans for her, hoping she would bring the same kind of success that 20th Century Fox had with Marilyn Monroe. Van Doren, whose signing day coincided with the inauguration of President Eisenhower, was given the first name Mamie for Ike's wife, Mamie Eisenhower. Universal first cast Van Doren in a minor role as a singer in Forbidden (Rudolph Maté, 1953), starring Tony Curtis. Interested in Van Doren's allure, Universal then cast her again opposite Curtis in The All American (Jesse Hibbs, 1953), playing her first major role as Susie Ward, a wayward girl who is the man-trap at a campus beer joint. In Yankee Pasha (Joseph Pevney, 1954), starring Jeff Chandler and Rhonda Fleming, she played a slave girl, Lilith. In 1955, she had a supporting role in the musical Ain't Misbehavin' (Edward Buzzell, 1955) and starred in the crime-drama, Running Wild (Abner Biberman, 1955). Soon thereafter, Van Doren turned down a Broadway role in the play Will Success Spoil Rock Hunter?, and was replaced by newcomer Jayne Mansfield. In 1956, Van Doren appeared in the Western Star in the Dust (Charles F. Haas, 1956). Though Van Doren garnered prominent billing alongside John Agar and Richard Boone, she appears rather briefly, as the daughter of a ranch owner. By this time, Van Doren had grown tired of Universal, which was only casting her in non-breakthrough roles. Therefore, Van Doren began accepting bigger roles in better movies from other studios, such as Teacher's Pet (George Seaton, 1958) with Doris Day and Clark Gable. She appeared in some of the first movies to feature rock 'n' roll music, such as Untamed Youth (Howard W. Koch, 1957). The film was originally condemned by the Catholic Legion of Decency, but that only served to enhance the curiosity factor, resulting in it being a big moneymaker for the studio. Van Doren became identified with this rebellious style, and made some rock records. She went to star in several bad girl movies that later became cult films. These include Born Reckless (Howard W. Koch, 1958), High School Confidential (Jack Arnold, 1958), and The Beat Generation (Charles F. Haas, 1959). After Universal Studios chose not to renew her contract in 1959, Van Doren was now a free agent and had to struggle to find work.
Mamie Van Doren became known for her provocative roles. She was in prison for Girls Town (Charles F. Haas, 1959), which provoked censors with a shower scene where audiences could see Van Doren's naked back. As Eve in The Private Lives of Adam and Eve (Mickey Rooney, Albert Zugsmith, 1960) she wore only fig leaves, and in other films, like Vice Raid (Edward L. Cahn, 1960) audiences were clued in as to the nature of the films from the titles. Many of these productions were low-budget B-movies which sometimes gained a cult following for their high camp value. An example is Sex Kittens Go to College (Albert Zugsmith, 1960), which co-starred Tuesday Weld and Mijanou Bardot - Brigitte's sister. Mamie also appeared in foreign productions, such as the Italian crime comedy Le bellissime gambe di Sabrina/The Beautiful Legs of Sabrina (Camillo Mastrocinque, 1959) with Antonio Cifariello, and the Argentine film Una americana en Buenos Aires/The Blonde from Buenos Aires (George Cahan, 1961) with Jean-Pierre Aumont. Van Doren took some time off from her career and came back to the screen in 1964. That year she played in the German Western musical Freddy und das Lied der Prärie/In the Wild West (Sobey Martin, 1964), starring Freddy Quinn and Rik Battaglia. Tommy Noonan convinced Van Doren to appear in 3 Nuts in Search of a Bolt (Tommy Noonan, 1964). Van Doren had turned down Noonan's previous offer to star in Promises! Promises!, in which she would have to do nude scenes. She was replaced by Jayne Mansfield. In 3 Nuts in Search of a Bolt, Mamie did a beer-bath scene, but is not seen nude. She posed for Playboy to promote the film. Van Doren next appeared in The Las Vegas Hillbillys (Arthur C. Pierce, 1966) which co-starred Jayne Mansfield. It was the only time two of 'The Three M's' appeared together in a film. A sequel was titled Hillbillys in a Haunted House, but Van Doren turned this role down, and was replaced by Joi Lansing. She appeared in You've Got to Be Smart (Ellis Kadison, 1967), and the sci-fi film, Voyage to the Planet of Prehistoric Women (1968), directed by the young Peter Bogdanovich (as Derek Thomas). In this film astronauts land on Venus and encounter dangerous creatures and meet sexy Venusian women who like to sun-bathe in hip-hugging skin-tight pants and seashell brassieres. In 1968, she was offered the role of a murder victim in the independent horror film The Ice House as a replacement for Mansfield, who died the previous year. She turned the offer down, however, and was replaced by Sabrina. During the Vietnam War, she did tours for U.S. troops in Vietnam for three months in 1968, and again in 1970. Van Doren also developed a nightclub act and did live theater. She performed in stage productions of Gentlemen Prefer Blondes and Dames at Sea at the Drury Lane Theater, Chicago, and appeared in Will Success Spoil Rock Hunter? and The Tender Trap at the Arlington Park Theater. In the 1970s, Van Doren performed a nightclub act in Las Vegas as well. Van Doren had a supporting role in the Western The Arizona Kid (Luciano B. Carlos, 1970). Since then, Van Doren has appeared only in cameo appearances in low-budgeted films. To this date Van Doren's last film appearance was a cameo role in the comedy Slackers (Dewey Nicks, 2002). Van Doren's guest appearances on television include Jukebox Jury, What's My Line, The Bob Cummings Show, The Jack Benny Show, Fantasy Island, Burke's Law, Vega$, and L.A. Law. Van Doren released her autobiography, Playing the Field, in 1987 which brought much new attention and proved to be her biggest media splash in over 25 years. Since the book's publication she has often been interviewed and profiled and has occasionally returned to acting. Van Doren has been married five times. Her first marriage was to sportswear manufacturer Jack Newman whom she married and divorced in 1950. Her second marriage was to bandleader, composer and actor Ray Anthony whom she married in 1955. They had one son, Perry Ray Anthony (1956). The couple later divorced in 1961. When Van Doren's early 1960s, highly publicized, on-again off-again engagement to baseball player Bo Belinsky ended in 1964, she married baseball player Lee Meyers in 1966. They were divorced in 1967. Her fourth marriage was to businessman Ross McClintock in 1972. They met while working on President Nixon's reelection campaign; the marriage was annulled in 1973. Since 1979 she has been married to Thomas Dixon, an actor and dentist.
Sources: Wikipedia and IMDb.
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Face Rock Wayside, Bandon, Oregon
I went down and stayed at my Mom's place in Bandon for my Labor Day weekend. Saturday was very cool with thick fog lasting the entire day and night. The day was spent visiting relatives and catching up on all of the stories and events. Sunday morning I had my chance to capture a sunrise at the coast. When I first walked out the door the thick fog was still about. The first thing that amazed me that morning was as soon as I stepped onto the beach the fog magically vanished and a colorful sunrise appeared. I was like a giddy little kid. It was refreshing to be at the coast visiting family and breathing in the early morning ocean air.
And yes, those are anti-crespular rays behind Face Rock.
"All labor that uplifts humanity has dignity and importance and should be undertaken with painstaking excellence." ~Martin Luther King, Jr.
I first ran into Christa on the Deer Book Trail. She was working with the Youth Conservation Corps filling in some tread with crushed rock and gravel just above a newly built wooden staircase. It seemed, though, that wherever I turned in the park, I would run into her. …and in each place we crossed paths, she’d smile, quickly say hello, and quietly continue with her project.
I noted that Christa was an important teacher with the Youth Corps and ultimately with all of my questions. She’d bring one to a given spot to show firsthand example to accompany her explanation and also encourage getting hands dirty and ultimate comprehension through trial. Brilliant! …and while my overall understanding remains basic, I have a better grasp of trail building and maintenance thanks to Chirsta (and all the crew at Acadia).
When talking about Christa with the Trails Crew Superintendent he said, “Christa is usually the “quiet type” but don’t be fooled by that. She’s excellent asset to the team who shows independence, great work ethic and diligence.” I know Christa would be a bit embarrassed by this praise, but representing the crew member archetype, I think it’s important to highlight. The decency of hard work is evident through Christa. …and when leveraged through similar group effort, special things happen. Go, Christa, go!
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~Dan Grenier
2015 Artist in Residence
Schoodic Institute at Acadia National Park
Belgian postcard offered by Victoria, Brussels, no. 639. The postcard was printed in Italy by C.C.M., no. 5.
American actor Gregory Peck (1916-2003) was one of the most popular film stars from the 1940s to the 1960s. Peck received five nominations for Academy Award for Best Actor and won once – for his performance as Atticus Finch in To Kill a Mockingbird (1962). He almost always played courageous, nobly heroic good guys who saw injustice and fought it. Among his best known films are Spellbound (1945), The Yearling (1946), Gentleman's Agreement (1947), Roman Holiday (1953), The Guns of Navarone (1961), and Cape Fear (1962).
Eldred Gregory Peck was born in 1916 in La Jolla, California (now in San Diego). His parents were Bernice Mary (Ayres) and Gregory Pearl Peck, a chemist, and druggist in San Diego. His parents divorced when he was five years old. An only child, he was sent to live with his grandmother. He never felt he had a stable childhood. His fondest memories are of his grandmother taking him to the cinema every week and of his dog, which followed him everywhere. Peck's father encouraged him to take up medicine. He studied pre-med at UC-Berkeley and, while there, got bitten by the acting bug and decided to change the focus of his studies. He enrolled in the Neighborhood Playhouse in New York and debuted on Broadway after graduation. His debut was in Emlyn Williams' play 'The Morning Star' (1942). By 1943, he was in Hollywood, where he debuted in the RKO film Days of Glory (Jacques Tourneur, 1944). Stardom came with his next film, The Keys of the Kingdom (John M. Stahl, 1944), for which he was nominated for an Oscar. Tony Fontana at IMDb: "Peck's screen presence displayed the qualities for which he became well known. He was tall, rugged and heroic, with a basic decency that transcended his roles." He appeared opposite Ingrid Bergman in Alfred Hitchcock's Spellbound (1945) as an amnesia victim accused of murder. In The Yearling (Clarence Brown, 1946), he was again nominated for an Oscar and won the Golden Globe. He was especially effective in Westerns and appeared in such varied fare as David O. Selznick's critically blasted Duel in the Sun (King Vidor, 1946), the somewhat better received Yellow Sky (William A. Wellman, 1948), and the acclaimed The Gunfighter (Henry King, 1950). He was nominated again for the Academy Award for his roles in Gentleman's Agreement (Elia Kazan, 1947), which dealt with anti-Semitism, and Twelve O'Clock High (Henry King, 1949), a story of high-level stress in an Air Force bomber unit in World War II. In 1947, Peck, along with Dorothy McGuire, David O'Selznick, and Mel Ferrer, founded the La Jolla Playhouse, located in his hometown, and produced many of the classics there. Due to film commitments, he could not return to Broadway but whet his appetite for live theatre on occasion at the Playhouse, keeping it firmly established with a strong, reputable name over the years.
With a string of hits to his credit, Gregory Peck made the decision to only work in films that interested him. He continued to appear as the heroic, larger-than-life figures in such films as Captain Horatio Hornblower (Raoul Walsh, 1951) with Virginia Mayo, and Moby Dick (John Huston, 1956) with Richard Basehart. He worked with Audrey Hepburn in her debut film, Roman Holiday (William Wyler, 1953). While filming The Bravados (Henry King, 1958), he decided to become a cowboy in real life, so he purchased a vast working ranch near Santa Barbara, California - already stocked with 600 head of prize cattle. In the early 1960s, he gave a powerful performance as Captain Keith Mallory in The Guns of Navarone (J. Lee Thompson, 1961) opposite David Niven and Anthony Quinn. The film was one of the biggest box-office hits of that year. Peck finally won the Oscar, after four nominations, for his performance as lawyer Atticus Finch in To Kill a Mockingbird (Robert Mulligan, 1962). He also appeared in two darker films than he usually made, Cape Fear (J. Lee Thompson, 1962) opposite Robert Mitchum, and Captain Newman, M.D. (David Miller, 1963) with Tony Curtis, which dealt with the way people live. The financial failure of Cape Fear (1962) ended his company, Melville Productions. After making Arabesque (Stanley Donen, 1966) with Sophia Loren, Peck withdrew from acting for three years in order to concentrate on various humanitarian causes, including the American Cancer Society. In the early 1970s, he produced two films, The Trial of the Catonsville Nine (Gordon Davidson, 1972) and The Dove (Charles Jarrott, 1974), when his film career stalled. He made a comeback playing, somewhat woodenly, Ambassador Robert Thorn in the horror film The Omen (Richard Donner, 1976) with Lee Remick. After that, he returned to the bigger-than-life roles he was best known for, such as MacArthur (Joseph Sargent, 1977) and the infamous Nazi war criminal Dr. Josef Mengele in the huge hit The Boys from Brazil (Franklin J. Schaffner, 1978) with Laurence Olivier and James Mason. In the 1980s, he moved into television with the miniseries The Blue and the Gray (Andrew V. McLaglen, 1982) in which he played Abraham Lincoln, and The Scarlet and the Black (Jerry London, 1983) with Christopher Plummer and John Gielgud. In 1991, he appeared in the remake of his 1962 film, playing a different role, in Martin Scorsese's Cape Fear (1991). He was also cast as the progressive-thinking owner of a wire and cable business in Other People's Money (Norman Jewison, 1991), starring Danny DeVito. In 1967, Peck received the Academy's Jean Hersholt Humanitarian Award. He was also been awarded the US Presidential Medal of Freedom. Always politically progressive, he was active in such causes as anti-war protests, workers' rights, and civil rights. In 2003, Peck's portrayal of Atticus Finch was named the greatest film hero of the past 100 years by the American Film Institute, only two weeks before his death. Atticus beat out Indiana Jones, who was placed second, and James Bond who came third. Gregory Peck died in 2003 in Los Angeles, California. He was 87. Peck was married twice. From 1942 till 1955, he was married to Greta Kukkonen. They had three children: Jonathan Peck (1944-1975), Stephen Peck (1946), and Carey Paul Peck (1949). His second wife was Veronique Passani, whom he met at the set of Roman Holliday. They married in 1955 and had two children: Tony Peck (1956) and Cecilia Peck (1958). The couple remained together till his death.
Sources: Tony Fontana (IMDb), and IMDb.
And, please check out our blog European Film Star Postcards.
Wife and Harlot / Sex Tiger
On the left, Wife and Harlot from Playtime Books, 1964.
On the right, Sex Tiger from Bachelor Books, 1966.
Cover art by Robert Bonfils
Both Playtime and Bachelor were imprints of Neva Paperbacks ostensibly based in Las Vegas, Nevada, but probably out of Delray Beach, FL. Had to keep the Feds guessing!
It's interesting the earlier cover reveals more cleavage as the publishers tended to push the limits of decency as time went on.
Great blurbs on both covers! Mattress Mileage!!
Orion Crosses The Pre-Dawn Sky Above My Home, As The World Turns - IMRAN™
One of the many magics of the universe that I do not get enough time to savor, study, and share is simply the stunning sky right above our very heads. This was a nearly 4-hours timelapse from about 2-6 AM.
I captured it with the Nikon D850 pointed to the South as Orion crossed the sky above my blessed home in Apollo Beach, Florida. Even here the light pollution from Saint Petersburg to the right makes it harder to see the stars on that side.
It was interesting to see the pre-pre-dawn light breaking over the western sky start to flash to the left of the screen at about 5:30 AM. They were not house lights.
Maybe they were sky angel cops chasing Orion around the universe, flashing red and blue, early in the morning. No matter what light you favor in the elections, red or blue, I am hopeful for the rise of a new dawn, of hope, justice, decency, democracy, and love.
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French postcard by Huit, Paris, no. B12. Photo: 20th Century Fox / ISV. Caption: Gregory Peck in The Bravados (Henry King, 1958).
American actor Gregory Peck (1916-2003) was one of the most popular film stars from the 1940s to the 1960s. Peck received five nominations for Academy Award for Best Actor and won once – for his performance as Atticus Finch in To Kill a Mockingbird (1962). He almost always played courageous, nobly heroic good guys who saw injustice and fought it. Among his best known films are Spellbound (1945), The Yearling (1946), Gentleman's Agreement (1947), Roman Holiday (1953), The Guns of Navarone (1961), and Cape Fear (1962).
Eldred Gregory Peck was born in 1916 in La Jolla, California (now in San Diego). His parents were Bernice Mary (Ayres) and Gregory Pearl Peck, a chemist, and druggist in San Diego. His parents divorced when he was five years old. An only child, he was sent to live with his grandmother. He never felt he had a stable childhood. His fondest memories are of his grandmother taking him to the cinema every week and of his dog, which followed him everywhere. Peck's father encouraged him to take up medicine. He studied pre-med at UC-Berkeley and, while there, got bitten by the acting bug and decided to change the focus of his studies. He enrolled in the Neighborhood Playhouse in New York and debuted on Broadway after graduation. His debut was in Emlyn Williams' play 'The Morning Star' (1942). By 1943, he was in Hollywood, where he debuted in the RKO film Days of Glory (Jacques Tourneur, 1944). Stardom came with his next film, The Keys of the Kingdom (John M. Stahl, 1944), for which he was nominated for an Oscar. Tony Fontana at IMDb: "Peck's screen presence displayed the qualities for which he became well known. He was tall, rugged and heroic, with a basic decency that transcended his roles." He appeared opposite Ingrid Bergman in Alfred Hitchcock's Spellbound (1945) as an amnesia victim accused of murder. In The Yearling (Clarence Brown, 1946), he was again nominated for an Oscar and won the Golden Globe. He was especially effective in Westerns and appeared in such varied fare as David O. Selznick's critically blasted Duel in the Sun (King Vidor, 1946), the somewhat better received Yellow Sky (William A. Wellman, 1948), and the acclaimed The Gunfighter (Henry King, 1950). He was nominated again for the Academy Award for his roles in Gentleman's Agreement (Elia Kazan, 1947), which dealt with anti-Semitism, and Twelve O'Clock High (Henry King, 1949), a story of high-level stress in an Air Force bomber unit in World War II. In 1947, Peck, along with Dorothy McGuire, David O'Selznick, and Mel Ferrer, founded the La Jolla Playhouse, located in his hometown, and produced many of the classics there. Due to film commitments, he could not return to Broadway but whet his appetite for live theatre on occasion at the Playhouse, keeping it firmly established with a strong, reputable name over the years.
With a string of hits to his credit, Gregory Peck made the decision to only work in films that interested him. He continued to appear as the heroic, larger-than-life figures in such films as Captain Horatio Hornblower (Raoul Walsh, 1951) with Virginia Mayo, and Moby Dick (John Huston, 1956) with Richard Basehart. He worked with Audrey Hepburn in her debut film, Roman Holiday (William Wyler, 1953). While filming The Bravados (Henry King, 1958), he decided to become a cowboy in real life, so he purchased a vast working ranch near Santa Barbara, California - already stocked with 600 head of prize cattle. In the early 1960s, he gave a powerful performance as Captain Keith Mallory in The Guns of Navarone (J. Lee Thompson, 1961) opposite David Niven and Anthony Quinn. The film was one of the biggest box-office hits of that year. Peck finally won the Oscar, after four nominations, for his performance as lawyer Atticus Finch in To Kill a Mockingbird (Robert Mulligan, 1962). He also appeared in two darker films than he usually made, Cape Fear (J. Lee Thompson, 1962) opposite Robert Mitchum, and Captain Newman, M.D. (David Miller, 1963) with Tony Curtis, which dealt with the way people live. The financial failure of Cape Fear (1962) ended his company, Melville Productions. After making Arabesque (Stanley Donen, 1966) with Sophia Loren, Peck withdrew from acting for three years in order to concentrate on various humanitarian causes, including the American Cancer Society. In the early 1970s, he produced two films, The Trial of the Catonsville Nine (Gordon Davidson, 1972) and The Dove (Charles Jarrott, 1974), when his film career stalled. He made a comeback playing, somewhat woodenly, Ambassador Robert Thorn in the horror film The Omen (Richard Donner, 1976) with Lee Remick. After that, he returned to the bigger-than-life roles he was best known for, such as MacArthur (Joseph Sargent, 1977) and the infamous Nazi war criminal Dr. Josef Mengele in the huge hit The Boys from Brazil (Franklin J. Schaffner, 1978) with Laurence Olivier and James Mason. In the 1980s, he moved into television with the miniseries The Blue and the Gray (Andrew V. McLaglen, 1982) in which he played Abraham Lincoln, and The Scarlet and the Black (Jerry London, 1983) with Christopher Plummer and John Gielgud. In 1991, he appeared in the remake of his 1962 film, playing a different role, in Martin Scorsese's Cape Fear (1991). He was also cast as the progressive-thinking owner of a wire and cable business in Other People's Money (Norman Jewison, 1991), starring Danny DeVito. In 1967, Peck received the Academy's Jean Hersholt Humanitarian Award. He was also been awarded the US Presidential Medal of Freedom. Always politically progressive, he was active in such causes as anti-war protests, workers' rights, and civil rights. In 2003, Peck's portrayal of Atticus Finch was named the greatest film hero of the past 100 years by the American Film Institute, only two weeks before his death. Atticus beat out Indiana Jones, who was placed second, and James Bond who came third. Gregory Peck died in 2003 in Los Angeles, California. He was 87. Peck was married twice. From 1942 till 1955, he was married to Greta Kukkonen. They had three children: Jonathan Peck (1944-1975), Stephen Peck (1946), and Carey Paul Peck (1949). His second wife was Veronique Passani, whom he met at the set of Roman Holliday. They married in 1955 and had two children: Tony Peck (1956) and Cecilia Peck (1958). The couple remained together till his death.
Sources: Tony Fontana (IMDb), and IMDb.
And, please check out our blog European Film Star Postcards.
If you saw this and guessed that I lost another bet to tapper, then you are 100% correct. My task this time, as payback for the last punshiment I gave to him, was to do a tapper tribute shot. What better way to tribute tapper than to construct a lewd potato assault? I hope he appreciates the makeshift potato boobies that I used.
In all honesty, though, I have to say a few nice things about tapper. When he first started making perverted comments on my stream, my entire family freaked out. My parents were upset, my grandpa was phoning my dad, telling him to watch out. My parents even warned Andy at a dinner out about "that strange potato guy" who kept posting suggestive comments on my photos. They were worried he might be a stalker! That is all entirely true. I'm sure they're happy to find out that he's actually a relatively normal guy who happened to get very lucky and marry a smokin hot lady who I now call a good friend.
And I consider tapper a good friend now too. He doesn't take as many photos as he should, being a regular flickr fixture, but the photos he does take are quality. And he's getting better with every shot. Whether he's shooting flaming beer bokeh, poor unsuspecting frogs, or sexy shots with his wife, he always manages to both cross the lines of decency and impress with clarity and interestingness. Interestingness, you ask? Why yes, he has made Explore. Of course, it was on his alibubba tribute shot, so really, are you surprised?
As a person, he is incredibly smart, incredibly supportive, incredibly hilarious and incredibly fun. Which, in my book, is the recipe for a fantastic friend. Oh, and you are all going to pee yourselves when you see his next entry into the Flickr 64 Challenge. Muwahahaha.
There. Tribute finished. Now I need to go ice my back. I think I tweaked something during my run today. Fun!
Old town is a place where u can spend thousands of hours and the surroundings will surprise you always...The mist of the area has a special essence of life which attracts me always... i was roaming around the Jail khana road very early in the morning and found her on the verge of the street... A little cute lady with a hijab looks very decent and an illumination of decency was reflecting from her face... asked her name but she was too busy with her own interst so didn't bother to talk with me :P
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Wrote this poem back in November of 2016. Good to look back and see that see the truth in the idea that Martin Luther King, Jr., reminded us that “the arc of the moral universe is long, but it bends toward justice.” Change takes a long time, but it does happen.
Hopeless
When all is said and done
The votes counted
And the wrong one chosen
As Gloom descends
And Doom surrounds us
Like heavy winter fog
As Despair with her long fingers
Grasps at our throats
We must stand tall
With hope and courage
Taking up the pen
The placard
And the microphone
Speaking of justice for all
Decency
And an America of dreams
Not nightmares
An America of open arms
Love and peace
Land of the free
And home of the brave
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Cassie grunts as her foe pins her to the wall. The sheets of razor-sharp silver unfurl inches from the young vigilante’s nose, revealing her restraints as enormous wings and wicked looking talons belonging to a woman. Blonde, disheveled hair veiling a face that could have might have broken hearts, if not for the eyes. Eyes clouded with torture and spite.
Beaudry: Don’t. Fight me.
Cassie: Good one.
She headbutts Beaudry, but neither of them yield.
Beaudry (nearly frothing at the mouth): Do you have ANY clue what they do to me here?
Cassie stares down the length of a claw next to her neck. It ends crudely, surgically embedded in a delicate white hand. An image of how the woman’s wings were attached crosses Cassie’s mind. Her resilience drops briefly, and she shudders at the notion.
Just then another flying blur, this one a deep ebony, rams into Beaudry, but she does not release Cassie upon taking the blow, and all three skid across the floor. George Grant pries and punches several of Beaudry’s feathers into a contorted mess, allowing Cassie to roll away.
Grant (frantic): NO! I get to bring her in!
Beaudry (hissing): She’s going to get away from both of us, you-
Grant (still grappling with Beaudry’s blades and beating her back): You honestly think they’ll let YOU go? You’re a science project now. You’ll end up doing their dirty work for them, and send us ALL back!
Cassie tries to double back, around the brawl, but Grant’s swings are so wild, she won’t make it, even with her agility. She sees Beaudry looking after her, past Grant’s onslaught. The tortured eyes filled with tears now.
Grant (utterly manic): THEY THINK I’M JUST ANOTHER WEAPON TO USE LIKE YOU! Superman melted me inside this suit when he threw me in a volcano, like I wasn’t worth the time; like a SUBHUMAN! You think he ever gave a damn what he did to me?! He made me like this for eternity, and I WANT OUT!!
Beaudry and Grant continue demolishing larger portions of the corridor. Cassie, appalled, runs onward.
***
The Russian’s name is Bolshoi. He is no criminal in his homeland. He was a hero, noted for his finesse and coordination. The People’s Heroes carry out his motherland’s most dangerous operations. That cause, he devoted himself to freely. Not like here. This place and those who control its prisoners are without law, morality, decency. He will not be a pawn of outlaws. He will not die here.
He follows noises of the escapees and his “teammates” ahead, but does not hurry. He can savor his energy. The others will not best whoever this girl is before he arrives. The Wall released them all to capture a single child, meaning she was surely not what she seemed. Bolshoi would finish the job they would fail to complete. The next turn he takes presents him with a figure limping away from him. It looks like a living statue in shredded theatre garments. Not a prisoner, Bolshoi recalled. Not the girl. One of her helpers.
Bolshoi gracefully leaps forth, driving a heel into the back of the stranger and backflipping to the ground in fourth position. The stone-like man drops without a fight, small fragments of his face and hands crumbling off across the smooth floor.
Bolshoi (lightly walking over to the struggling man): You will tell me in which way the girl escapes, please.
The thing on the ground pants like a mongrel. A clod, perhaps, not hired for his mind. Or, Bolshoi suspected, loyal to a fault.
Bolshoi executes a jeté leap, his forward foot cracking the jaw of the downed man, turning him over onto his back violently.
Bolshoi (pacing): Do you know where? I think you may not. Maybe… you now regret trusting someone, who is in this place, to return your fidelity.
He hears the cry of a girl down an adjacent hallway. Maximum security.
Bolshoi: Mеня есть ты сейчас.
He dashes away, the sordid husk of a man on the floor entirely forgotten. A shame, for had he not forgotten, he would have seen it… me… reaching to the control panel commanding this section’s lockdown. Two strides from passing through the doorway, Bolshoi sees the laser field springing up, and can’t stop. Most of him makes it over the defense. His shins and everything below them are cleaved, just as his fingers had been when he was defeated and inducted into this nightmare. He lays still, looking very much like I had been moments before. I deactivate the grid and trudge past him. A man who I may have just ensured stays in this place forever. He doesn’t try to reach for my ankles or spit curses at me. What dignity he has left, he keeps.
***
Jack Kovacs enters Belle Reve’s control room, silently regarding William Tockman’s furious operation of the cameras and comms.
Tockman (growling): Pull up a chair Jack; the kid finally ran out of luck. She’s pinned herself in the worst place possible.
Kovacs: Grant’s destroyed an entire level. Kyodai is running the completely wrong direction. Are you even talking to them?
Tockman: Oh ye of little faith. It doesn’t matter where she holes up, I can wrangle whichever of these belligerent neanderthals are still standing to be a perfectly efficient unit. Anything, my friend, can be made to run like a clock. By me.
Kovacs knows Tockman isn’t bragging hollowly. His eyes flick between the monitors. Cassie seems to be trying to retrace her steps to collect Basil, but is being hunted by Gover. Basil himself is steadily falling apart. And that friend of his, Sims… he may very well be buried under Grant’s handiwork. Everything transpiring, Kovacs knew, was on him.
Tockman: Panzer, Gover, Kyodai. I need you to converge on these hallways, precisely on my marks…
Kovacs shuts his eyes, wordlessly apologizes to his son back home, then picks up Tockman’s semi-full kettle of tea.
Kovacs (aloud): I lied, Basil.
Tockman (interrupted from his commands): … What?
Kovacs hefts the kettle onto the switches before Tockman, and sparks fly. Tockman bellows and jumps up, ready to throttle the saboteur, but Kovacs’ other hand, holding Tockman’s paper weight, cracks the villain upside the head. Tockman flattens, as five guards barrel in and impede Kovacs’ attack. He raises his hands behind his head, and smiles faintly at the smoking, ruined screens.
***
Another javelin slices by Cassie’s heel. It’s a dead sprint to the next corner where she could potentially lose her pursuer. Unfortunately, that happens to be Sportsmaster.
Gover (mere yards behind her, and gaining): Take a breather, brat!
He banks a discus off the floor, and it rebounds into Cassie’s shoulder. Dislocated. She rolls into the impact, slowing enough to where Gover is about to trample her, then kicks a boot into his pelvis. He, too, can take a hit. As he doubles over, he scoops Cassie up under the arms and prepares to slam her back to the ground. Cassie waits for the apex of his swing, and then her functional arms reaches behind herself, swiftly entangling her own cape around his neck as he lets her go. His head whips down and collides right alongside Cassie, where she has already grabbed the fallen discus. She bashes his visored face twice. He doesn’t retaliate.
As Cassie rises from her victory, a blast of heat and light strikes just behind her, and she tumbles into one of the reinforced cell doors. Neither she nor her new opponent notice the label above it: A-15.
Panzer (wisps escaping his gauntlet): Mädchen, be sensible. You are sustaining unnecessary injuries. One substantial burn for the arm, or leg, would have been sufficient.
He keeps his distance, and his arm trained on the girl.
Panzer: UP, schnell! Or I will bring you back in my own fashion, and they can piece you together if they find you so terribly important.
Cassie starts to obey, when she sees a recovered Gover shambling to back up Panzer, obviously hoping to claim some credit for her defeat. At once, she sees her opening. Something she learned from a friend. She widens her eyes in Gover’s vicinity, just enough for Red Panzer to notice, but not exaggerated enough for him to detect it as a ploy. Panzer is already on edge, more than he would admit to. Despite The Wall’s stipulations, he knows any of his fellow inmates would take a chance to reap the reward by stabbing him in the back. He spins around at Cassie’s feint, and immediately opens fire on Gover. It’s all Cassie needs to swat the mechanism for the lock on the cell behind her, and vault over Panzer as he peppers Gover’s armor with his arm-cannon. A kick to his collarbone forces Panzer to stagger into the ajar cell, as Cassie again locks it.
Panzer rages and pounds on the trap, until he hears a clue as to whose cell this truly is.
???: hhRRrhng… I’mm aaaaa shaarrrk….
Panzer: … Scheisse.
Some hollering ensues, and is then cut short by tearing sounds and a soggy thump against the barrier between Cassie and the savagery. She doesn’t linger.
***
I’m not sure if my legs are moving anymore. I could be in the same hall I walked ten minutes before… No. I have to find Cassie and Sims. I could stand the thought of them being roped into this task force even less than finding them dead. If I had done so many things differently…
Like a miracle, as I’m giving up, there’s Sims. But his expression, the sharpness of his gaze… instead, I see on him a thousand-yard stare. He has his switchblade opened in one fist, the other wringing itself deep inside of a drenched pocket. His entire right arm and most of his face is splattered with maroon. Certainly, not all of the blood is his.
Myself: … Harry?
He tosses his head down to the right. Along the wall is Kyodai Ken. His chest is opened.
Sims (turning his knife over with one hand): I haven’t used it before. I never mentioned that to you, or you would’ve thought I was… Well, doing that, it feels… uh…
A haggard breath is all he manages before slowly kneeling and letting his eyes well up. Before I think of what I’m doing, I reach out and grasp his shoulder. But there’s no melting. No assimilation. My new weakness, it seemed, was also a gift.
Myself: We’ll find Cassie. Just leave it.
Sims (rising with my help): He was C-List. I… he’s just one of the guys, back in Gotham. I think we played poker, once.
Myself: You’re alright. It was him or you.
“Basil…”
Cassie’s alive too, but in her own predicament. From behind her steps William Heller. His fingers rests on a trigger that will fire an arrow into Cassie’s hip.
Heller: Evening. Who’s up for a game? It’s called, “Stay the hell out of my way, and you won’t blame yourself for how much hurt this chit’s got coming to her.”
A devastatingly loud shot rings out, and Heller’s hand, along with his crossbow, fracture. Cassie, being better off than Harry or I, reacts first and delivers a finishing kick, between Heller’s legs.
Our battered, sorry trio faces our rescuer. He has no gear beyond his prison attire, unlike the others sent after us. I thought he might have a face I knew, if his beard were trimmed. He lowers his rifle.
“Run. If you can.”
Cassie grabs Harry and me, guiding us once again to the exit she knew of. Wordless. Tenacious. Not unlike another hero we knew.
***
The gunman hurls the firearm away. It’s not his anyway. He used Gover’s, obviously, or he himself would be reprimanded for friendly-fire, and defying The Wall.
He didn’t know who the girl was, or the blood-soaked man, and if the third one had in fact been Clayface, well, he had certainly changed styles since the gunman had been free. But the girl… she was someone’s daughter. That was all it took.
He continues standing; it wasn’t like he needed to do more sitting, not with the cell he had. He would wait for the guards to gradually inspect the mayhem, finding their quarry gone. The Wall would have a tirade prepared, of course. No doubt the girl had a plan to slip away, if she had made it this far already. The gunman finds the small photo in his jumpsuit. A family photo. Marked at the corner with “Zoe”.
***
Cassie’s exit was in the maximum security wing, just as she insisted. Hidden in plain sight, where no convict would think to scour for freedom. We three now slogged through the foot-deep, algae-ridden waters of a bayou. Cassie directed us through the areas most dense with foliage, reasoning that Belle Reve would not give up their pursuit within the confines of the building itself. Harry had calmed his nerves, but did not speak. Most surprising of all, I was beginning to feel water creep back through my form. Spending a week in this swamp, I thought, might return me to “normal”. Perhaps I would need regular rehydrations from now on.
Before the sun had set on our first night, and we were preparing to hide out on a small mud bank for a rest, Cassie was certain we were being tailed. We had all failed to notice a drifting log that had been mysteriously gravitating with our every move. The log, of course, was not a log, but the thick scutes belonging to the back of “Sewer King” Morgan, Gotham’s own subterranean tall-tale.
He toppled Harry and Cassie with one tail sweep, and crushed me against a mangrove. It was me alone he had come for. No prey eluded his senses, as I had known for years.
Morgan (his crooked maw gaping wider than my head): IVY WANTS HER SON BACK!
} Part 4 of 7 {
I was lucky enough to watch this stunning Barn owl in decent light on an evening on the Somerset levels recently. it even had the decency to come fairly close.
Outskirts Christmas party 19th Dec 2016
For once I'm wearing a long skirt, this one is a very lovely pleated 2 layer affair I picked up at New Look. Both layers are very see through, but when combined in the upper part they just about preserve decency
...being careful not to show the grubby fingernail this time in the interests of public decency, Ray : )
American postcard. Photo: Monogram. Johnny Sheffield as Bomba, the Jungle Boy.
Johnny Sheffield (1931-2010) was one of Hollywood's most famous child stars. He was unforgettable as Tarzan's adopted son Boy in eight Tarzan films starring Johnny Weissmuller. Between 1949 and 1955, he starred in twelve Bomba films for Monogram Pictures.
Johnny Sheffield was born John Matthew Sheffield Cassan in 1931 in Pasadena, California, USA. His father was the actor Reginald Sheffield who began as a child star and later turned to character acting. In 1938, Sheffield became a child star after he was cast in the juvenile lead of a West Coast production of the highly successful Broadway play 'On Borrowed Time', which starred Dudley Digges and featured Victor Moore as Gramps. The seven-year-old Sheffield played the role of Pud, a long role for a child. He later went to New York as a replacement and performed the role on Broadway. That year he also played Napoleon's son in the short MGM film The Man on the Rock (Edward L. Cahn, 1938). When Maureen O'Sullivan wanted out of her Jane role in the Johnny Weissmuller Tarzan series, it was decided that she and Tarzan would adopt a son (they had to adopt, according to the Legion of Decency, because they weren't married) before she died. Weissmuller personally selected Sheffield from 300 boys for the part of Boy. The role was inspired by Bobby Nelson's portrayal in Tarzan the Mighty (Jack Nelson, Ray Taylor, 1928). Athletic by nature, little Johnny was taught to swim by swimming Olympian Weissmuller. Johnny Sheffield's feature debut in Tarzan Finds a Son! (Richard Thorpe, 1939) was such a success that MGM signed him to six more films as Tarzan's Boy. Sheffield played Boy in three Tarzan films at MGM, and in another five after Johnny Weissmuller, and production of the film series moved to RKO. Brenda Joyce played Jane in the last three Tarzan films in which Sheffield appeared.
In between the Tarzan films, Johnny Sheffield played supporting parts in other films. Sheffield appeared in the musical Babes in Arms (Busby Berkeley, 1939) with Mickey Rooney and Judy Garland, classmates of his at the studio school. Johnny and his brother Billy Sheffield were both in Knute Rockne All American (Lloyd Bacon, 1940), playing football player and coach Knute Rockne at different ages. By the time of Tarzan and the Mermaids (Robert Florey, 1948), Johnny Sheffield was too big for the part of Boy. The film merely said he was away at school. When Monogram Studios learned Sheffield had been dropped, they picked him up for s series of B-films based on Roy Rockwood's adventure novel 'Bomba'. The first was Bomba: The Jungle Boy (Ford Beebe, 1949). Between 1949 and 1955, Sheffield made twelve Bomba films for "Poverty Row" studio Monogram Pictures. Sheffield retired from films at age 24 after starring in his twelfth Bomba film Lord of the Jungle (Ford Beebe, 1955). He then made a pilot for a television series, Bantu the Zebra Boy, which was created, produced, and directed by his father, Reginald Sheffield. Although the production values were high compared to other TV jungle shows of the day, a sponsor was not found and the show was not taken up as a weekly series. In his later years, Sheffield sold bootlegged copies of the pilot to collectors on videotape. After leaving show business, Sheffield completed a business degree at UCLA. Turning his attention to other fields, he involved himself variously in farming, real estate and construction. For a time, he was a representative for the Santa Monica Seafood Company importing lobsters from Baja California in Mexico. In 1959 he married his wife Patricia and they would have three children, Stewart, Regina and Patrick Sheffield. In 2010, Johnny suffered a fatal heart attack at his home in Chula Vista, California, four hours after he fell off a ladder while pruning a palm tree. Sheffield was 79. His brother Billy Sheffield died two months later.
Sources: Ed Stephan (IMDb), Find A Grave, Wikipedia and IMDb.
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92 Foot, Upper Bridal Veil Falls, Bridal Veil Creek, Columbia Gorge, Oregon
I made the climb down to one of the most beautiful waterfalls in the gorge two weekends in a row. This time it was my pleasure to lead Josh and Gary down the muddy steep slope to introduce them to her majestic view. On this trip the water level was double of what it was the weekend before making it a little bit of a challenge to cross the creek. Between the constant rain and heavy mist from the falls it made it an interesting challenge to get anything without mist on my lens. I also had spikes on my shoes this time but with the ground soaked muddy conditions all those spikes did was tear up the loose mud with every step back up that steep hill.
This is a two exposure blend, one at ISO 100 for the overall scene and the other at ISO 1600 which allowed me to freeze the foliage with a faster exposure. This allowed me to blend out the heavy motion of foliage. I'm also trying out a new logo that I'll be placing on future images, and whatever images I turn back to public will have this logo somewhere in the frame.
Update status on turning my photostream to private: I made it over halfway in two days through my photostream on my iPad when Flickr made the switch to it's current mess. Now when I change an image from public to private, somehow I get reverted back to the beginning of my photostream. Even clicking on the back button reverts me back. It's taken another week doing it on my phone but I'm almost there. Afterwards, I'll go back through my stream and fix those broken links in my comments. Once done with all that I'll be back commenting on all your great photos again.
Happy Waterfall Wednesday Everybody!
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Dry Creek Falls, Dry Creek, Cascade Locks, Columbia Gorge, Oregon
Since my car was stuck for four days here's an image from our big freeze from back in December. It was a balmy 19 degrees Fahrenheit. I found myself enchanted with the naturally formed ice sculptures on the right, and how the blue color made them look like they were almost glowing.
Happy Waterfall Wednesday Everybody!
Ralph Dean - Lingerie Ltd.
Beacon Books B300, 1960
Cover Artist: R. Gifford
"Can a girl in the lingerie racket keep her decency even while she sheds her clothes?"
I have decided to use this new setup as my primary for taking pictures, what do you guts think - i for one think it's a lot better than my old crappy one... I hope you guys enjoy these 3 tests...
If you favourite then please have the decency to comment, I don't mind if you don't but I would much like it :)
Based off War Horse soldiers... :D