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A great idea to have a busk stop at a folk festival, though we didn’t see anyone busking there. Priddy Folk Festival was fun and fortunately there was plenty of shade as temperatures were in the low 30’s.
Also a very good use for the old phone box.
HBM!
(25/365) A defibrillator under the cover of the trolley bay outside the Centra supermarket in Ramsgrange. There are hundreds of these located all around the country now. Happy Window Wednesday!
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A few days back, (I don't know when, I was working and I don't watch that crap) some ill informed television wenches apparently insulted all nurses by mocking Miss Colorado who is a registered nurse and rather uniquely represented her profession in a beauty pageant. Well nurses went crazy on social media, posting photographs of themselves with their stethescopes and generally bitching and gnashing teeth. A half hearted apology was rendered by the offending parties. Johnson & Johnson and another major sponsor of the television program pulled advertisement and I'll be damned if another rather pitiful apology was offered as well as an entire hour dedicated to the profession of nursing.
Whoop de do. Know what? I don't really give a damn. You can't change the way arrogant people think, although you may get them to stammer out an insincere apology. I don't have time for that crap. I'm to busy working, living and carrying on. And in my spare time, which is sparse, I am studying for an upcoming recertification of the ACLS protocol so I can save their unworthy asses when they start clutching their chests in fear and pain. I've already put in 42 hours in this weekend saving ignorant undeserving asses and if my pager goes off, I'll do it again.
So yeah, here's a photograph of me rocking my stethoscope and all the ignorant and arrogant people who want to denigrate me or what I do can kiss my ass. I'm going to bed.
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I thought of photographing Osmaston water mill last week. In the event I didn’t and was beaten to the post (get it?) by [https://www.flickr.com/photos/blofeld09] who usefully pointed out the challenge of the walk. Not to be deterred I scoped it out on Google maps and saw there are two ways to get there. At the entrance to Osmaston Park there is a signpost with two signs; one saying ‘public footpath’ and the other saying ‘bridlepath’. They should be marked RIGHT WAY and WRONG WAY. I’m offering no prizes for guessing which one I picked. The walk is all downhill to the mill and I was starting to feel it before I reached my destination. This is not good, thought I. Also, I soon spied a sign on each side of the track, which I was viewing from the back. As I walked past them, I turned to see they both said PRIVATE PROPERTY and NO PUBLIC ACCESS. Oops! Anyway, no one accosted me. I probably appear on someone’s CCTV, but don’t we all in our most spied upon nation in Europe.
I finally arrived to find that a) through lack of proper planning the sun was behind the mill and b) it’s surrounded by a fence bearing more ‘private property’ signs. This severely limits the available compositions. I stood on the non-trespassing side of the fence while the camera and tripod were on the other side. If anyone wants to sue my camera for trespass it will assert its right to remain silent!
Then the return leg – by the RIGHT WAY this time. Much stopping was required to allow the aging legs to rest but the car was successfully reached without recourse to Osmaston village’s defibrillator. There’s a moral in all this drivel somewhere.
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A bus line runs from Petaluma (where I had just done a show at the This Week In Tech studios) back to San Francisco. As it neared the Golden Gate Bridge, I realized that sunset was only a half an hour away.
So I got off WAY before my destination and double-timed it down to Marshall's Beach. It's on the west side of the bridge, at the end of what can only be termed "an assload" of stairs. No, let's call it "a series of assload-sized runs of stairs."
I made it to the shore in time to scope out a couple of spots and quickly decided on this one. It wasn't just luck that I had the Good Camera with me, but I could just as easily left the tripod at my lodgings, and all of this happened on a clear day. All in all, I felt the reassuring hand of Divine Providence on my shoulder and under the circumstances, I'd feel like a colossal dope if I hemmed and hawed and dithered, and missed the sunset.
Anyways. I wanted to get the orange light _of_ the sunset on my subject. This meant that I had to forego photos of the sunset itself, even though it was bloody spectacular. I kept sneaking looks behind me and I got a few photos with my phone before the battery went phhhht.
Speaking of "phhhht," this was one of the last shots I took before the sun slipped below the horizon. Sunsets are tricky. You'll get gorgeous light but it only lasts for a few moments.
As with the Brooklyn Bridge shot I got a few months ago, I think I'll be tweaking this image a lot over the next few weeks and experiment with a bunch of different looks. I'm pretty happy with it. I did a good enough job while at the beach that I've nothing but options now that it's on my Mac. The exposure is right, the focus is right, the composition is what I wanted…I don't see any technical errors that I need to correct or obscure.
Which isn't to say there isn't room for improvement. I felt an urgent need to commit to a composition and then get the camera and the tripod locked down and set properly. If I'd made a special trip to get this photo, I'd have tried to show up an hour earlier. It'll be nice to come back to Marshall Beach. I'll spend the whole afternoon just hiking and being a tourist. And then at 15 minutes before sunset, I'll return to what I decided was going to be the very best spot for photos.
Experience is the best ally I have. I'd visited the Golden Gate twice -- three times? -- before I was even aware that it was possible to cross under the 101 freeway and see it from the sunset side. And then to find that there was a trail that wound its way all the way to the ocean.
I died twice during the climb back up to street level (thank heavens I was able to jury-rig a defibrillator out of my Anker 21,000 mAh phone charger and a microUSB cable). A small price to pay for such a fine little creative adventure. This shot represents why I enjoy photography. Whether the photos are any good or not, the burst of physical, mental, and creative effort is a lot of fun.
MedDroid BMD/NC-013 uses its defibrillators in an in-the-field attempt to resuscitate Sergeant Spartan.
The light is on inside this kiosk but the telephone equipment that used to be installed in it has been dismantled and taken away. Many examples of the famous K6 kiosk, which was in production from 1936 to a design by Sir Giles Gilbert Scott, now enjoy statutory protection as buildings of special architectural or historic interest. This particular kiosk, at Tickenham in North Somerset, isn't listed, but one that is can be found just a couple of miles from here on Clevedon's sea front. Some similarly redundant kiosks in this part of the world have found new uses, for example to house emergency defibrillators or as miniature lending libraries. Hidden in a dip below the hill that is just discernible through the gloom, the M5 motorway ascends to the Wynhol Gap before threading its way through the Gordano Valley. Photograph made Monday 23rd November 2015.
Update October 2016: this photo is no longer "on" in quite the same way because the light inside the kiosk now fails to illuminate. I'm glad I took the chance when I had it.
This old phonebox contained a Defibrillator and a first aid kit. Thought it was a brilliant use for redundant phoneboxes!
The red telephone box at Alport, viewed from the end of the Lathkill Dale footpath.
Incidentally, the telephone box no longer houses a telephone, it is home to a defibrillator these days. This seems to be an increasing trend in rural locations.
All rendered as an Aquarelle painting.
A defibrillator phone box taken in the picturesque village of Badger in Shropshire. I'd never seen one of these before.
Or not as is the case here. A defunct defibrillator at the end of our lane. The nearest one is in a village nearly 4 miles away. Hope we never need to avail of it. Happy Sign Sunday!
Inside this old telephone kiosk is a Defibrillator and books,you can take and bring your own books for exchange a very good idea.
it monitors the patient and supplys him with artificial respiration and narcotics gas while they're out.
Scaldwell is a pretty little village in the west of Northamptonshire. Until the early 1960s, it was at the heart of a number of working iron ore quarries connected by railways and ropeways. But since then, it has been a haven of peace and quiet. The village has few facilities of its own, and the nearest shops are at Brixworth. There is a beautiful ancient church dating back to at least the Norman era. At the bottom of the High Street is the green with the village pump at its centre. Behind the wall (seen on the left) were drinking troughs for animals. The troughs have now been filled in. The traditional red phone box remains on the edge of the green and is now home to a defibrillator.
I've seen a fair few old telephone boxes with defibrillators, but this is the first with a book swap included. Seen in the village of Fotheringay - Peterborough.
This Defibrillator is just bolted to a Street Light. Some are inside Old Phone Boxes and others are fixed to the outside of Buildings. Normally they are Public Buildings. The speed limit sign is 30mph its a reminder to drivers of the speed limit, that's why it is so small.
This one is in Auchterhouse in Angus and is now a small library and a place to keep a Defibrillator.
MedDroid BMD/NC-013 uses its defibrillators in an in-the-field attempt to resuscitate Sergeant Spartan.
Digbeth, Birmingham 2 of 3.
Keeping it yellow at The Custard Factory, art by EPOD. The site was formerly owned by Birds Custard, now home to various art galleries and the like. Well worth visiting to see some excellent wall art as well.
I couldn't get everything, especially the colors, but I think it's accurate enough.
I might do the other 115 weapons I had planned, but right now, I don't think I'm going to.
Case No: 4239655
Date: 05/04/13
Reporting Officer:Detective Stan Kitch
Prepared By: Detective Stan Kitch
Incident: Mob Boss and Bodyguards' murder.
Detail of event: Russian Mob Boss Alexei Chukov. Found dead in his house by a cleaning lady. Interesting way he died.
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Stan!
Hey, Abe.
So what's the situation like in there?
You'd better see for yourself.
You didn't tell me how many bodies there were.
Four. Chukov, his two guards, and his son.
You think it's a Mob hit?
Quite possibly so. But wait till we get into his study.
Why?
You'll see.
Huh.
Yeah.
What have you figured out so far?
Daryl's told me that he's only been dead for thirteen hours, compared to the other three, who have all been dead for at least five days. That means that Chukov was kept alive after the others were murdered.
Tortured?
Most likely. Not by any...normal...torturing means, though.
He's got bullets in various parts of his body.
Correct.
Right.
Chukov's men were killed when the killer entered the house. However, Chukov was kept alive. Over the course of...however many days, the killer put...how many bullets?
Nine.
Nine bullets into Chukov, and let him die three times. He used the defibrillator to bring him back each time, until finally killing him, and leaving him for the cleaning lady.
Seems an unnecessary amount of pain to put someone through, doesn't it?
Sure does. The question is; who did it? Could be any crazy running around now. Or someone completely new.
I think I might know-
*Ring**Ring*
That's mine.
Uh-huh.
Yep.
Be there soon.
Who was that?
Who? Um...it was...Dianna.
...just wondering when I'll be home.
Yeah.
Oh.
So. Who killed the Russian?
Another Russian.
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Biiiiiiiiilllyyyyyyyyy.
Hereyago.
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💟 DÉFIBRILLATEURS EN LIBRE ACCÈS DISPOSÉS UN PEU PARTOUT DANS LE CANTON DE GENÈVE.
Dans les parcs, jardins publics, proches des sites touristiques & autres lieux très fréquentés.
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💟 DEFIBRILLATORS FREELY AVAILABLE THROUGHOUT THE CANTON OF GENEVA.
In parks, public gardens, near tourist attractions and other busy places.
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💟 除颤器在日内瓦州全境免费提供。
在公园、公共花园、旅游景点附近和其他繁忙的地方。
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💟 除細動器は、ジュネーブ州全域に設置されています。
公園、公共庭園、観光名所付近など、人通りの多い場所に設置されている。
I have seen red box repurposings, many of which have been either as book exchanges, or to house a community defibrillator unit.
This the first that I have seen for a community? planting. It's in the modern shopping district of Bath, Somerset.
One for my Red Box Project.
It needs more sun...
I love living in a region of planet earth that has four very distinct seasons. I am certainly not trying to imply that I love them all equally as that would be a lie. However, the life suck that is winter in turn becomes the catalyst that allows spring to rehabilitate and rejuvenate my soul…much like the paddles of a defibrillator restarts a heart!
If you take a moment to look, love and new life is everywhere! Desired to observe and photograph creatures in my area like eagles, fox, coyote and bobcat will become much more actively seen as they hunt for mates and food to feed their young. The backgrounds of photos will have the brightest of greens and the leave in focus will be free for now of damage from larvae and their day-to-day struggle to survive. As one who enjoys the thrill if thunder and lightning, spring storms wake the flora below as natures alarm clock screaming that it is time to bloom.
In this shot, from the archives and taken at Palo Duro Canyon back in April of 2020, love is certainly in the air! As we drove the winding roads at the bottom of the canyon, a raft of turkey came into view. Consisting of two strutting males and 5-7 females running in our direction with that “OH HELL NO” look in their eyes. A natural reminder that “Toxic Masculinity” is only toxic until the female is ready to mate!
Have a blessed spring my friend!
Stunning old churches and an iconic telephone box - now repurposed to be a defibrillator.
York, North Yorkshire. England.
63/365 … more nocturnal life shots on the d/w … this feeling ‘a bit’, though that might be forced, of a metaphor for where we are in the world … looking for a mechanism to restart the world as we know it …
Apologise if that’s a bit heavy … this is, after all, only a photograph from a bloke in semi-rural England …
Hey … much love … xx
Many of the old telephone boxes in the U.K. are being put to other uses with many of them being used to house defibrillators! So new life for an old box and hopefully, new life for the people the defibrillators are used upon.
Market Square, Newark
After acquiring near fatal Hepatitis-E in 2016, near fatal Meningitis in 2018, being diagnosed with an incurable genetic condition in 2020 (Alpha-1) and surviving severe Covid in 2022 I have finally received my assessment results and all is good again. After six years of trips to ITU, medications, blood tests, scans, biopsies and operations and being fitted with a defibrillator it's time to finally take back control once more, a huge thank you to my consultants and my fabulous GP who without, I would certainly no longer be here.....
IMGP6387 - seen in Saffron Walden Market Square, an old red telephone box now housing a defibrillator.
Llandudno Pier, North Parade, Llandudno, North Wales, LL30 2LP
Llandudno Pier, Coordinates...: 53°19′54″N 3°49′30″W
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Llandudno Pier is a Grade II* listed pier in the seaside resort of Llandudno, North Wales, United Kingdom. At 2,295 feet (700 m), the pier is the longest in Wales and the fifth longest in England and Wales. In 2005, was voted "Pier of the Year 2005" by the members of the National Piers Society.
At the end of the pier is a deep-water landing stage, completely rebuilt for the third time in 1969, which is used by the Isle of Man Steam Packet Company for occasional excursions to Douglas, Isle of Man, and for an annual visit of the PS Waverley or the MV Balmoral preserved steamers. The June 2007 sailings of the Balmoral were rescheduled to start at Menai Bridge Pier, after it emerged that Llandudno Pier's Landing Stage was no longer safe to use. The Landing Stage was rebuilt in 2012 and the MV Balmoral called there, the first ship since 2006, on 2 July 2015. In the present day the landing stage is no longer used for steamers but has its use as a platform for anglers to fish off the end of the pier and is not accessible to the general public.
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