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Dick Brothers Brewery was founded in 1857, and was one of the largest beer brands in the early 20th century rivaling Anheuser-Busch at one time. Dick Brothers closed in 1951. Today the complex of buildings is being redeveloped for commercial and entertainment use. It now is the centerpiece of the South Side German Historic District, listed in 1992 on the National Register of Historic Places.
Bare metal bodywork is always a winner in my book, and this 1958 Lister Chevrolet Knobbly is right up there in my eyes. Another low down point of view shot along the flank, highlighting those beautiful curves.
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"spotlight series 2017"
Eos 5DIII, EF17 40 f/4 L, iso 50, apr. 17.
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Traditional wooden fishing boat PH 326 Moby Dick, registered in Plymouth. Seen here at Weymouth, Dorset..
This is my friend Dick. He's actually more than a friend as he has also been like a second father to me. I visited him today and his wife Shirley. Two of the nicest people you could ever wish to meet.
I have known Dick for many years now as we got together to launch a new business venture for the company I worked for at the time. I had the local knowledge and Dick had the expertise. Over the coming years we traveled thousands of miles together, both throughout Australia and in the States. It was Dick who lent me his gold Amex so I could upgrade to a Mustang convertable before driving from LA to the Mexican border. Dick lives in Melbourne and I live in Brisbane, so we don't get much of a chance to see each other, but today we did and it was wonderful to see him. I owe him much, but thats just the way he is...he is just one of those guys that keeps paying forward and has a love of life.
Finally got caught by an under cover SL cop ... They say I'm facing 5 to 10 ... THEM BASTARDS!!! lol
Dick, Jason, Tim and Damian. A Family Photo... but where's Dad?
Still working on the Robin Project. In the works are:
Dick as Robin
Jason as Robin
Damian as Red Bird
Retractable Staff(s)
C & C always welcome.
During our last visit to the Tallgrass Prairie, the songbirds were out entertaining us as we drove by. A few of them would sing long enough for us to capture them before taking off to their next resting place. We took the pictures out of the car window trying not to spook them. I'm really impressed with my new camera and long lens. I can crop down heavy in a shot like this one and I still have great detail. As my dad always preaches, you have to have the eyes in focus. I think I got this one.
GBRf's 73964 'Jeanette' and 73962 'Dick Mabbutt' top and tail the September installment of 1Q41, the Peak Forest, North Wales and Merseyrail test train, seen here heading for Disley Tunnel.
A spot of pruning was required on the bridge when I walked over it with the dog during the weekend, not only to make sure the shot was accessible, but also to get onto the stairs in the first place! Luckily some kind soul had done it all for me when I returned this afternoon, meaning the loppers could stay in the car!
A pesky pole has been removed from the foreground in PS.
in einer Schlafkammer vom Petzi-Hof des Freilichtmuseums des Bezirks Niederbayern in Finsterau
John Denver: Grandma's Feather Bed
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Richard "Dick" Turpin (bap. 1705 – 7 April 1739) was an English highwayman whose exploits were romanticised following his execution in York for horse theft. Turpin may have followed his father's profession as a butcher early in life, but by the early 1730s he had joined a gang of deer thieves, and later became a poacher, burglar, horse thief and murderer. He is also known for a fictional 200-mile (320 km) overnight ride from London to York on his horse Black Bess, a story that was made famous by the Victorian novelist William Harrison Ainsworth almost 100 years after Turpin's death.
Turpin's involvement in the crime for which he is most closely associated—highway robbery—followed the arrest of the other members of his gang in 1735. He then disappeared from public view towards the end of that year, only to resurface in 1737 with two new accomplices, one of whom he may have accidentally shot and killed. Turpin fled from the scene and shortly afterwards killed a man who attempted his capture. Later that year he moved to Yorkshire and assumed the alias of John Palmer. While he was staying at an inn, local magistrates became suspicious of "Palmer", and made enquiries as to how he funded his lifestyle. Suspected of being a horse thief, "Palmer" was imprisoned in York Castle, to be tried at the next assizes. Turpin's true identity was revealed by a letter he wrote to his brother-in-law from his prison cell, which fell into the hands of the authorities. On 22 March 1739 Turpin was found guilty on two charges of horse theft and sentenced to death; he was executed on 7 April 1739.