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(Just trying something a little different here, passing on all the info with my vertical panorama. If people like it enough I have several more totem poles to do.)
GA'AKSTALAS, CARVED BY WAYNE ALFRED AND BEAU DICK IN 1991, is based on a design by Russell Smith. The pole depicts many important figures in Kwakwaka'wakw culture. Red Cedar-bark Man is an ancestor who survived the great flood and gave the people the first canoe. The hero Siwidi, shown riding a killer whale, was taken under the sea to the home of the sea-world's chief and brought back the right to use all of the sea-kingdom masks. The giantess dzunukwa sits at the base of the pole, symbolizing her central role in bringing magic and wealth to her people.
"We wanted this pole to be a beacon of strength for our you people and show respect for our elders. It is to all our people who have made contributions to our culture"
Beau Dick, Ga'akstalas
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Our late winter break in Tenerife was a bit different this year. The weather was forecast to break the day we arrived – and it did! Rain wasn’t the problem it was gale force winds – the same winds that caused the dust storms in Africa that caused the pollution and sand in the UK. We have witnessed gales in Tenerife before but this was worse than we’d seen it in the past . The palm trees were bending, the sand drifting like snow and the sea was raging. We usually walk around 150 miles on a ten day break but for five days we just walked with a brief spell on the beach, then the gales came back. We covered 22 miles some days and totalled 192 miles, not bad for a beach holiday. In some of the photos it looks stunning but look at the tops of the palm trees, like inside out umbrellas, the beach beds are empty and the waves were up to ten feet high and smashing thirty feet in the air. For five days everyone stood taking photos of the sea. For two days all boats stayed in harbour, only the big ferries sailed, there wasn’t a thing at sea, not even the surfers, we’ve never known that happen before. To add to this jellyfish in their hundred were washing up on shore and there was a severe risk of a burn from them. Even when red flags were flying and flags warning about the jellyfish were up the occasional nutter would go in the water and some people took staggering risks with their children including one couple with a baby, dangling it over the waves, just to get a photo, playing chicken as monster waves crashed in.
One day I had to catch my club sandwich as it went flying from my plate in the wind, empty glasses slid off the table and seat cushions went cartwheeling down the pavement. A couple of days were dull and cool but the menacing clouds made impressive photos, the sea was like a boiling cauldron. We did have days of beautiful weather as well, the second half of the holiday was normal sunny Tenerife. I haven’t hired a car for ages on Tenerife, it adds a degree of hassle to – what is supposed to be – a sun and relax holiday so again we didn’t go up El Teide. Next time perhaps. I took my racing bike once just to cycle from sea level to 8000 feet nonstop – twice! it’s a seventy mile round trip and a long drag to the top. On the way home we had to make an emergency landing in Dublin, fire tenders with foam jets pointing at us, unfortunately I was facing the setting sun and couldn’t take photos as the sun was shining straight through the window. Seven and a half hours on the plane, not much fun.
To see more about the history of J B Schofield & Sons Ltd and their plant and vehicles look here: www.jbschofieldandsons.co.uk/
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''It's something that happens constantly. Everything we see hides another thing, we always want to see what is hidden by what we see. There is an interest in that which is hidden and which the visible does not show us. This interest can take the form of a quite intense feeling, a sort of conflict, one might say, between the visible that is hidden and the visible that is present'' - R. Magritte (Belgian surrealist painter, 1898 - 1967)
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Our late winter break in Tenerife was a bit different this year. The weather was forecast to break the day we arrived – and it did! Rain wasn’t the problem it was gale force winds – the same winds that caused the dust storms in Africa that caused the pollution and sand in the UK. We have witnessed gales in Tenerife before but this was worse than we’d seen it in the past . The palm trees were bending, the sand drifting like snow and the sea was raging. We usually walk around 150 miles on a ten day break but for five days we just walked with a brief spell on the beach, then the gales came back. We covered 22 miles some days and totalled 192 miles, not bad for a beach holiday. In some of the photos it looks stunning but look at the tops of the palm trees, like inside out umbrellas, the beach beds are empty and the waves were up to ten feet high and smashing thirty feet in the air. For five days everyone stood taking photos of the sea. For two days all boats stayed in harbour, only the big ferries sailed, there wasn’t a thing at sea, not even the surfers, we’ve never known that happen before. To add to this jellyfish in their hundred were washing up on shore and there was a severe risk of a burn from them. Even when red flags were flying and flags warning about the jellyfish were up the occasional nutter would go in the water and some people took staggering risks with their children including one couple with a baby, dangling it over the waves, just to get a photo, playing chicken as monster waves crashed in.
One day I had to catch my club sandwich as it went flying from my plate in the wind, empty glasses slid off the table and seat cushions went cartwheeling down the pavement. A couple of days were dull and cool but the menacing clouds made impressive photos, the sea was like a boiling cauldron. We did have days of beautiful weather as well, the second half of the holiday was normal sunny Tenerife. I haven’t hired a car for ages on Tenerife, it adds a degree of hassle to – what is supposed to be – a sun and relax holiday so again we didn’t go up El Teide. Next time perhaps. I took my racing bike once just to cycle from sea level to 8000 feet nonstop – twice! it’s a seventy mile round trip and a long drag to the top. On the way home we had to make an emergency landing in Dublin, fire tenders with foam jets pointing at us, unfortunately I was facing the setting sun and couldn’t take photos as the sun was shining straight through the window. Seven and a half hours on the plane, not much fun.
To see more about the history of J B Schofield & Sons Ltd and their plant and vehicles look here: www.jbschofieldandsons.co.uk/
After reading Simon's account of Eye and there being three Suffolks. I realise there are different Suffolks (and Norfolks) for me too. Although I lived in the area for the first 25 years of my life, and again for another half dozen upon leaving the RAF, I never really explored the area where I lived.
I know the main roads well, and the towns on or near them, as on signposts if little else. I may notice the occasional interesting building, like the school at Somerleyton, or the barn at Herringfleet, and even see there was a church or two (Herringfleet again or Haddiscoe). But my knowledge only went as far as I could see; so along the A146, the A143, the A12, the A149 and a handful of B roads and other unclassified roads I may have travelled down, and years later be able to point out every twist and turn, but for the towns and villages, I knew little.
Even large town like Beccles and Bungay I would go to, visit friends or call in at a shop, but in Bungay fail to notice that there are three churches side by side in the centre, or that Beccles church had a separate tower.
Thanks to the group her on Flickr, GWUK, I became aware that Norfolk and Suffolk were homes to a variety and number of churches that I was unaware of, and in parishes I knew I could not place on a map.
So it is, when I go up to visit Mum in Lowestoft, I try to call in at least one new church, just to see what it was like and learn about the history of the area, and in this I am endebited to Simon K for his wonderful East Anglian Churches website and his delightful prose regarding his visits, and in which is smuggles in the points of interest that can be seen.
I am learning myself, slowly, and can now see things that are rare or uncommon, but not really be able to write well or with authority about them.
St Mary here, became the first church I visited anywhere, where there was already a church snapper in attendance. I have been to churches where, because it is a cathedral or in a town or city centre centre, there might be other people walking around and snapping. But in a small rural church, seeing another snapper with a tripod, this was a first.
And he was deaf. As I wandered around calling out if I was in his shots, I was ignored. Meaning I thought him rude, he could just not hear me.
He took his time, and I rushed around, in fact I had little time as I had to be n Gorleston at just gone two, and so with one eye on the time I rushed round getting shots, waiting for my fellow snapper, and so missing loads of detail.
Before this day I had not heard of Horham, and maybe would struggle to find it on a map if I looked.
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The first time I ever approached this village, it was across the fields from poor, battered Denham; typical agricultural high Suffolk, wide spaces with the hedgerows gone, fields of barley and rape. Just short of Horham, I crossed a long concrete expanse which stretched away from the road at an angle. This was, I realised, the former runway of the large WWII American airbase, all that remains of one of the biggest. It was the home of 95th Bomb Group; from here, the cities of Germany were bombed, and St Mary is one of several Suffolk churches that have become shrines to the memory of the former American presence here. Apart from that, you'd never know today.
I remember Horham with affection, because when I started exploring the county's churches in the 1990s, this was one of the first places I visited. North Suffolk seemed fairly exotic and foreign to me then, and I did not even know that Horham is pronounced, for an obvious reason, Horrum, rather than to rhyme with quorum. Having since found myself in just about all the backwaters and byways of East Anglia, it was a pleasure to come back and find that this is still a pretty and remote place, just as I had thought it then.
On the first entry for this church, I suggested that anyone interested in exploring the graveyard should beware of Horham's famous beehives, which stand among the graves. On this day in early June the graveyard was a riot of waist high wildflowers, and at first I couldn't spot them. I wandered out to the south-east corner. The weatherbeaten hives were still there, crumbling quietly. I didn't see any bees, and the only local honey sold at the shop across the road came from far off Cockfield.
Despite being some way off the pulse of medieval industrial Suffolk, this is a typically fine tower of the period, immediately on the eve of the protestant Reformation. The Jernegans were patrons, which may explain the extent to which no expense was spared. Simon Cotton has uncovered a large number of bequests: a 1489 bequest to "new" tower "when begun"; a 1496 bequest to the tower; in 1499, 10s bequeathed to the making of the new steeple; further bequests to the tower in 1503, 1504, 1510 and 1512. There was a bell bequest in 1514, which may link up with the earliest of the current bells, of which more in a moment.
A blocked Norman north doorway reveals the true age of the nave walls. The chancel is all Victorian, but the rest reveals evidence of 14th century rebuilding. The white rendering of the nave gives it an air of being a cottage with a tower and chancel built on. Rather lovely, in fact. Most curiously, it has been heightened without the introduction of a clerestory. Because of this, my eyes took some time on this sunny day to adjust to the interior. It is small, and rather charming; thoroughly Victorianised, but with a strong sense of continuity, of the Horhamers of the past.
The porch is placed towards the middle of the south wall, and you step into the middle of the nave to face the font set in a floor of pamment stones. No two village church interiors are identical, of course, but Horham is rather more idiosyncratic than most. There was a lot of money spent here in the 1630s - was this a particularly Laudian parish, one wonders? From this date, or more precisely November 29th 1631, came the screen, for this is inscribed on it. It has been reset, and behind it is a contemporary pulpit, not as elaborate as some Stuart pulpits, but in this small church it is quietly beautiful. A19th century replacement screen sits to the east.
A great curiosity is the tray which slides out underneath the seat of the 4th bench from the front on the south side. The guide says it is for candles; Mortlock thought that perhaps it was for the churchwardens' clay pipe. Although candles seem an unlikely option given their prohibition at the time for liturgical uses, we must remember that tapers were used for lighting (hence the prickholes in the bench ends) and were therefore a necessity.
However, it seems unlikely that the churchwarden would need to keep them under his seat (and if he did, why do no other churches have this tray?) and so perhaps Mortlock is right. There is a small hole in it, as if for cleaning, perhaps of ashes.
Horham is famous with bellringers, because it has the oldest ring of eight bells in the whole world. An 18th century graffito on the chancel arch reminds the ringers what is due to the Sexton for keeping them in order. A wooden roundel on the north wall depicts the Annunciation, and St Dunstan, the patron Saint of bellfounders. It remembers the American donations which paid for the restoration of the bells.
Another American touch is the straw eagle set in a glass case, two flags in its mouth, which is simple and moving. The 95th Bomb Group memorial is across the road from the church, in the shape of a plane tail. It stands on a pedestal marked with the runway layout, like that at Knettishall. I stood by it in the quiet sunshine, thinking about the terrible accident on the airfield here during the war, when two planes collided on the ground, resulting in more than thirty deaths. And I remembered reading about the armaments being transported here on the now-vanished Middy, the Mid-Suffolk Light Railway, which had a station here.
Hard to imagine all that now, in this peaceful place
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It is stupid to shoot colorful light event by monochrome film. But I just try to show it in a different way....XD
A version of the claw game found at the Eilat bus stop. The prize is cigarettes packs wrapped in shekels.
This is the back view of the South Barn. Very different from what it looks like from the front.
It is taking me a long time to post a few more photos taken at the Coutts Centre for Western Canadian Heritage, near Nanton, Alberta. This was a visit with my daughter on 15 July 2025. I am adding the description that I posted under previously photos taken on the same day.
The late Jim Coutts talks about his connection to the land and his vision for the future of the Coutts Centre. Copyright University of Lethbridge.
"The South Barn was built in 2014, created from salvaged plants from another site. When plants were brought in, there was no telling what color the blooms would be on the lilies, irises or holly hocks, and we were pleasantly surprised in 2015 with an explosion of yellows and pinks. It is a very quaint little garden that adds a lot of color to the South Barn area.
The South Barn is the original Tapp Barn that was brought to the property in 2006 and has been renovated over the years into a unique looking building that is great for holding workshops, classes, field trips or receptions." From the Coutts Centre website.
Four of the five photos posted were taken on 15 July 2025, when my daughter and I visited the Coutts Centre. I had emailed the Centre ahead of time to check if it would be alright if we could visit on 15 July. The red barn was taken not far from the Centre.
My daughter had never been, but I had been to the Centre in 2005, 2006, 2008, 2009, and 2010 with naturalist Gus Yaki and just a few botany friends. I always wanted to go back again, but it just didn't happen till yesterday. I had also been on several hikes that were led by Jim Coutts, including climbing up to the top of the cliffs at Williams Coulee, walking along the top to look for wildflowers, and then having to cautiously climb down the rocky, challenging slope. On another occasion, at the Coutts Centre, we felt honoured when Jim invited us into his house for a cup of tea and cookies. All wonderful memories!
"Launched in June 2011 thanks to a generous gift from the late Dr. Jim Coutts (LLD ’12), the Coutts Centre for Western Canadian Heritage preserves and celebrates the diverse heritage that is central to the spirit of the west, honouring both its namesake and the land he so admired.
Just east of Nanton, AB, the Coutts Centre is comprised of a quarter section of land on the more than 100-year-old property that once belonged to Jim’s grandfather. The quarter section of land includes the original homestead, extensive gardens and restored outbuildings.
This unique property is a living testament to Jim’s family history and his own legacy as a community-driven Albertan. The Centre supports community involvement with artist residencies, festivals, weekend brunches and live music, and encourages community use through rentals and event bookings." From the Centre's website.
This is a little different than most things I upload. View it full res (it's huge)
After a good night in the woods I shot these on the way back down the mountain. The reason I say they're a little different is because they aren't all sharp, they're a little grainy, there's imperfections, and that's why I like it.
I named it "they're coming" because the picture in the bottom left gives an eery feeling of people searching for us out in the woods. The top left picture has a light trail in the upper right, and the lights off in the distance and radio towers give off an eery feel to me. The left image resembles the escape and us getting away. This is some long description that I normally wouldn't do but I thought I'd share why I grouped these 3 images together.
I was looking to do something different. I had just finished a series of microscale builds of famous city landmarks and as I opened up my bins and cups to scour pieces for my builds, I found interesting pieces, 2 long horns and a cow skull, from a Lone Ranger set I opened up last year for its BURPs. Of course, it made me think of Texas! Come on, who wouldn't?! Instantly, I looked at the cup of greens and browns which I got from the last DFWLUG Meeting I ever attended. I slapped a few plates on the travis and voila! I made a dessert scene out of a cactus and a longhorn skull. I snapped a picture and decided that this wasn't how I wanted to finish the piece. There was some other kind of potential to it that I needed to explore. It has to look more Texas than any other place with a desert.
I looked at some photos, stacked a couple of more bricks, and came up with a microscale version of overlapping mountains in the background. It could very well be just any other mountain, but I chose to believe that these are the mountains of Big Bend. A few of our friends visited the place a couple of weeks back and showed us the beauty and the adventure it presents at daytime, and the charm of the stars, the mystique of the dark skies that envelopes the state park at night. I made this MOC to remember that we should to go back to TX to visit friends, the LUG and explore places that we've never been before.
Hasta la vista, Texas!
It was Greek heritage night at Oracle Park in San Francisco,the giants have different nationalities represent their culture.
Corethron cells in different stages of division.
Diatoms are a successful group of plant species in Antarctic waters. Very productive, they are dominant during blooms, or high algal concentrations. Like the desert bloom of wildflowers on land, diatoms bloom in the high productive environments such as the sea ice edge, coastal waters, spring bloom when the sun returns, and fronts where two water masses meet. These are unicellular algae and the cell lives inside a glass house made of two pieces, one inside the other. Think of a box and a lid of the same size. When the cell divides, the lid and the box separate, and the two daughter cells complete the structure. The cell with the lid makes a box, and vice versa. They come in all sizes and shapes, some of them very spectacular such as the ones pictured here. This is the alga of the genus Corethron, which is cylindrically shaped. In this case, the lid and the box are separated by a series of scales that alternate and make the shape of the structure. Corethron also has two crowns of spines, one in the lid and one in the box. They are heterogeneous (different). One crown resembles a sun with rays — the spines are straight — while the other one is smaller with hooked ends.
The photographs depict single cells, and cells in different stages of division showing the two yellow balls at the end of the structure. Each yellow ball will become a daughter cell. There is also an auxospore which is related to sexual reproduction. We can see the two ends of the cell, and in the middle, a larger cylinder which will become the auxospore.
Yeah, I almost fell to my death in this photo. I was so desperate to get that perfect shot that I was able to hang with one hand on a rock as I dangled and took the photo with the other hand! LOL! Yeah right! Had you going there for a moment....didn't I? LOL
There is a special beauty to outer skirts of a city, industrial quarters and developing districts. Not much like what one would think of as a typical german urban landscape. I'd call this series of photos "Different Freiburg".
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The Gene Simmons you know now - cuddly TV dad, savvy businessman and rock star is pretty different from the Gene Simmons that rose to fame in the 70's. Back then, KISS freaked people out - big time. They sold millions of records and toured endlessly - sweating it out in greasepaint and leather. But KISS are more than just a band, they're a brand. KISS fans can buy t-shirts, comic books, toys, even a Kiss Koffin. The marketing of KISS changed the music biz and the resident genius-slash-showman is Gene. He might breathe fire and spit blood but he's also got his warm and fuzzy side. He's been happily "unmarried" to Shannon Tweed for more than 20 years. They have a son Nick, a daughter Sophie and a reality show called 'Gene Simmons Family Jewels.'
Check out his interview with George here -
The Gene Simmons you know now - cuddly TV dad, savvy businessman and rock star is pretty different from the Gene Simmons that rose to fame in the 70's. Back then, KISS freaked people out - big time. They sold millions of records and toured endlessly - sweating it out in greasepaint and leather. But KISS are more than just a band, they're a brand. KISS fans can buy t-shirts, comic books, toys, even a Kiss Koffin. The marketing of KISS changed the music biz and the resident genius-slash-showman is Gene. He might breathe fire and spit blood but he's also got his warm and fuzzy side. He's been happily "unmarried" to Shannon Tweed for more than 20 years. They have a son Nick, a daughter Sophie and a reality show called 'Gene Simmons Family Jewels.'
Check out his interview with George here - www.cbc.ca/thehour/videos.html?id=942234110
The Gene Simmons you know now - cuddly TV dad, savvy businessman and rock star is pretty different from the Gene Simmons that rose to fame in the 70's. Back then, KISS freaked people out - big time. They sold millions of records and toured endlessly - sweating it out in greasepaint and leather. But KISS are more than just a band, they're a brand. KISS fans can buy t-shirts, comic books, toys, even a Kiss Koffin. The marketing of KISS changed the music biz and the resident genius-slash-showman is Gene. He might breathe fire and spit blood but he's also got his warm and fuzzy side. He's been happily "unmarried" to Shannon Tweed for more than 20 years. They have a son Nick, a daughter Sophie and a reality show called 'Gene Simmons Family Jewels.'
Check out his interview with George here - www.cbc.ca/thehour/videos.html?id=942234110