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It's difficult to see what I've done here, I've taken a piece of rolled felt and attached a bead a either end and then tied it to the longer strip of thicker rolled felt that acts as the base for this piece...whew!!

Title of Work – The most difficult part is to hold the pose for the artist!

SL Avatar Login name – Eliza Absent

Name of Outfit *and* Designer – TFF Grungy Clown

Prize Category – Category 4

Difficult photo, at an angle thru glass and heavily cropped

In the extremely difficult and stressful time that we are all in now, please do remember to be patient and to be kind and thankful to everyone who still has to work, especially Health Care workers - my daughter is one of them, and she said that she is overly stressed and exhausted, partly because of families and visitors who lose their temper over restrictions that have been put in place in the hospital.

 

A few days ago, I finally made a trip to a couple of stores, that I really didn't want to do. I knew that if there were a lot of people, I would instead turn around and go home. I needed food and I did buy an extra one of various items - but no hoarding. The cashier at the food store told me that one of the younger cashiers had been in tears because of being yelled at by some customers. At the drug store, the young woman cashier told me that she was so stressed out, again partly because of angry, yelling customers, that she was about to burst into tears. We had a good talk, as there was no one waiting behind me in line, and I made sure to thank her for meticulously sanitizing the work space at the till. A few kind words can make all the difference, people! There were no line-ups at either store, for which I was extremely thankful. I know I do need to be very careful myself - I have 3 of the risk factors; age, high blood pressure, and the most concerning being a chronic cough that I have had for maybe 10 or so years, which sometimes turns into a coughing fit where I can't breath. Went through all sorts of tests but no one could find a cause. So, here I am, still coughing! The last thing I would want is the Coronavirus cough on top of it! Stay safe and well, everyone!!

 

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CORONAVIRUS UPDATE, 16 March 2020: 74 confirmed cases in Alberta, 342 in Canada. 4 deaths in Canada - so far, all have been in British Columbia.

 

CORONAVIRUS UPDATE, 17 March 2020: 97 confirmed cases in Alberta, 447 cases in Canada. 70 confirmed cases in the Calgary Zone. 7 deaths in Canada.

 

CORONAVIRUS UPDATE, 18 March 2020: 119 confirmed cases in Alberta, 83 confirmed cases in Calgary Zone, 591 in Canada. 8 deaths in Canada.

 

CORONAVIRUS UPDATE, 19 March 2020: 146 confirmed cases in Alberta, 101 confirmed cases in Calgary Zone, 736 in Canada. 9 deaths in Canada, 1 death in Alberta.

 

CORONAVIRUS UPDATE, 20 March 2020: 195 (up from 146!) confirmed cases in Alberta, 101 confirmed cases in Calgary Zone, 846 in Canada. 10 deaths in Canada, 1 death in Alberta.

 

CORONAVIRUS UPDATE, 22 March 2020: 259 (up from 226) confirmed cases in Alberta, 1,302 (up from 1,048) in Canada. 19 deaths in Canada, 1 death in Alberta.

 

CORONAVIRUS UPDATE, 23 March 2020: 301 (up from 259) confirmed cases in Alberta, 1,432 (up from 1,302) in Canada. 20 deaths in Canada, 1 death in Alberta.

 

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Monday, 23 March 2020: our temperature this evening is -1C (windchill -8C). Sunrise is at 7:28 am, and sunset is at 7:57 pm. Sunny for most of the day, but clouding over later, and now the snow has returned this evening.

 

The 8 photos posted this evening were all taken on Day 11 of our 13-day birding trip to South Texas, in March 2019. The first place we went to was the Birding and Nature Centre, on South Padre Island. The afternoon before, we had spent two hours there, but our "proper" visit was for three hours in the morning of Day 11. Such a great place!

 

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Someone told us about a different location, and a short drive south from the Centre took us to around W Sheepshead St and Laguna Blvd, where we saw a Ruby-throated Hummingbird, Monarch butterflies, and a Green Anole (lizard).

 

We had our picnic lunch at the nearby Convention Centre, which is near the Birding and Nature Centre, and then looked for a Yellow-throated Warbler near the Centre. Amazingly, we did see it, along with a Black-and-white Warbler and a Wilson's Warbler. Not easy trying to photograph these fast-moving little birds that get hidden among the branches.

 

Driving north again, we called in at a beach that was part of the Laguna Atascosa National Wildlife Refuge, where we could enjoy seeing the ocean waves and Laughing Gulls. This was our last stop before returning to our hotel, the Holiday Inn Express & Suites, Brownsville.

 

The next day, 30 March 2019, we had to drive from Brownsville to Houston, where we stayed for one night at La Quinta Inn & Suites Houston. The following day, we flew from Bush Intl Airport back to Calgary. What a fantastic holiday!

“The most difficult thing for me is a portrait. You have to try and put your camera between the skin of a person and his shirt.” – Henri Cartier-Bresson

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Season of Touit - picture 17

Week 41, Wednesday

 

I’ve been using the Zeiss Touit 2.8/50M in different scenarios and while it is a lens with great versatility, it is also difficult to come up with right kind of pictures that demonstrates its marvelous macro capabilities and still be interesting enough from photography’s point of view. To demonstrate these macro capabilities I wanted to do at least one picture at minimum focusing distance just to have a concrete example how close one can get with 2.8/50M and what kind of magnification does it offer. So here is a regular housefly, the most common of all domestic flies at minimum focusing distance (and as filthy as they tend to be in the real world visible with human eyes). I had to approach this one very carefully not to scare it away and because of that I cannot say this picture is exactly at minimum focusing distance, but it’s there at least by 95 percent (the fly was about 8 mm long and I’ve cropped the picture just a little bit for better composition). I kind of like how this turned out even with as ordinary subject as this. With the original unresized file one can see individual photoreceptor units of the fly’s compound eyes and expect even greater details with newer sensors like the 24 mpix sensor inside the Sony Alpha 6000 (I’m working with older generation Sony Nex-5N which only has 16 mpix sensor). Not only does this picture exemplify the Touit 2.8/50M’s great 1:1 reproduction scale, it also shows how nicely the lens resolves even at aperture of f/14 where most other lenses would already had a diffraction kicked in. Also, notice the very smooth and buttery background bokeh which I absolutely love with this lens.

 

Looking at this picture as a simple photograph it brings up an interesting recollection from my childhood in me. Being a five or six years old I remember sitting in from of TV and watching a nature documentary about houseflies. The voice from documentary told that houseflies are very difficult to kill with a flyswatter because they see much larger field with their compound eyes and perceive time differently. Then the documentary showed a slow motion scene of typical apartment room where woman is trying to kill a fly with the flyswatter. Everything is slowed down to extreme and I remember seeing at least a flickering TV-screen and some people talking with their pitch lowered to unrecognizable sounds. Then the woman swings her hand with flyswatter and it takes from 10 to 20 seconds – of course she misses and the fly gets away. For some reason I remember that the claim about fly’s different perception of time had to do something about having so much more eyes than human. Despite of being all grown up today this sort of question of subjective perception of time has certainly fascinated me ever sense. Particularly one thing in this slow motion analogy intrigues me: it makes it look like the fly sees outside world in ‘slow motion’, but at the same time is able to think and reason within its inner cognitive world in ‘standard time’ – otherwise the explanation that the flyswatter misses because the fly has so much more time to see it and react to it, would be false. This sort of paradox of two different times filled up my mind as a child, but today I see it just a bad example of popularization of science. However, I’m still not sure how one should conceptualize it, but I’m pretty sure – if the phenomenon exist – it has nothing to do with eyes. Still, makes me wonder how this particular fly perceived me photographing it in that particular moment..

 

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I have suffered from Crohn's Disease since I was 10 years old. I have been poked and prodded more times than I care to count and in places I don't even want to mention..............

I fight it on a daily basis and even with massive amounts of medications along with trying all known treatments under the sun (within reason), it still has complete control over every single aspect of my life.

 

Crohn's Disease is an incurable intestinal disease and has varying degrees of severity....no two people have the exact same symptoms nor "triggers" that set off full-blown attacks. (I was lucky enough to get the most severe "variety"....yay me) They say that the two highest contributing factors are ethnic background and a stressful childhood.

It is an extremely painful disease and even when not in full-blown form, there are never days of actually feeling "great". Getting out of bed every morning is a major struggle and having to push yourself to do even the most simple everday things is extremely difficult.

 

Will-power, heightened public awareness of the disease and it's difficulties along with newer & better medications have helped over the years but I still live for the day when a cure is found or at least I can control the pain instead of it controlling me.

  

Difficult plant, the seeds are a bit reluctant to germinate.

Difficult from the start to the finish.

 

I thought I was choosing a quick small puzzle while waiting for the Night Watch group project but it turned out to more difficult than I expected by an extra ten hours.

 

Actual pieces: 1998

Time spent: 24hrs 17mins

Avg. time/piece: 44 secs

   

I think the large size looks even better!

This was a difficult subject to shoot. The difference between the lights and shadows was such that I was afraid that I would lose detail in both extremes, which was most of the picture. So, I decided to add one stop of light when I took the picture, and subtracted 2 during development. To further support the shadow detail, I used PMK Pyro as a developer. I think that this is the closest I've ever gotten to infrared without actually shooting infrared.

 

Note 12/14/19: This one needed a makeover in the worst way. The original left a lot to be desired when I looked at it on my Mac with a Retina display. I re-scanned the negative, and played with the levels until I liked the results. The ortho film makes it look almost infrared, but not quite. It's a difficult negative to print, but I think I made it a little better.

 

Camera: Super Speed Graphic 4x5.

Lens: 135mm Wollensak Optar.

Film: Ilford Ortho Plus developed in PMK Pyro.

 

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If there' s one thing difficult to shot, as far as lures is concerned, is spinnerbait. The company wants shots where you can see the whole lure that is not flattened against the background, but these things are made of wire, flexible, and carry blades that by no means want to fight against gravity and need to be held in place properly. If you could see the original shot you would understand what I mean, there's a whole set of nylon lines working as a floating frame, to which the lure is hanging.

Back to the shot, I actually like this composition, I know is kind of weird to put the subject so much on the right end side of the frame, but I assume that is exactly the reason why I like it. Is odd!

 

SB800 through Lastolite EzyBox on camera left as main light

SB800 through Honlphoto Grid with red gel to light the background

Both flashes triggered with Nikon CLS

 

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It’s not really too difficult to imagine Blakeney how it used to be with its narrow lanes and flint cottages. From the 12th century Blakeney had a reputation for acts of piracy: between 1328 and 1350 it is recorded that men of Blakeney boarded two vessels sailing from Flanders and sailed them back to Blakeney haven, where they were stripped of their cargoes. Many a foreign merchant ship which sought shelter in the haven found its cargo stolen. Such was the lawlessness of the residents that the village refused to supply a ship for the battle against the Spanish Armada. However, on the whole the residents seemed much more welcoming now…..

Tucked away close to St. Nicolas Church in Bookham this tomb stands , albeit on ground coming away at the base . There is a dedication on the end visible in the shot but it was quite difficult to read , however I did make out the name " Bonsor " and Polsden as in Polsden Lacy and that would fit as Polsden Lacey is very close by .

There has been a house at Polesden Lacey since the 14th century. Anthony Rous, a Parliamentarian officer in the Civil War, bought the property in 1630 and constructed a new building on the site. It was sold to the politician Arthur Moore in 1723 and remained in the Moore family until 1746 when the estate was sold to Admiral Sir Francis Geary.

 

Geary’s son leased Polesden Lacey to the playwright and MP Richard Brinsley Sheridan in 1797 and after Sheridan’s death it was bought by Joseph Bonsor, a successful tradesman, who rebuilt the house in the Neo-classical style.

The estate was sold to Sir Walter Farquhar, Baronet, grandson of the Prince of Wales’s physician, in 1853, and then to Sir Clinton Dawkins, banker and Egyptologist, in 1902. Dawkins commissioned Ambrose Poynter to extend the house.

 

The Edwardian era

 

Polesden Lacey was bought by Mr and Mrs Ronald Greville in 1906 and transformed into a glittering Edwardian showpiece. Mrs Greville was the natural daughter of William McEwan, an extremely wealthy brewer, and became a successful society hostess. She was famous for entertaining the rich and the royal including Edward VII, Queen Mary and Queen Elizabeth the Queen Mother who spent part of her honeymoon at Polesden Lacey in 1923.

 

Mrs Greville's Saloon was the dazzling centrepiece of her home. It was a room designed to entertain royalty and the lavish interior decorations came from an early 18th century Italian palazzo.

Mrs Greville bequeathed the estate to the National Trust in 1942 in memory of her father.

Sir Francis was a naval officer who rose to the rank of Admiral in 1775 and was made 1st Baronet in 1782. He was friends with Sir Edward Hawke and Admiral Boscawen of nearby Hatchlands Park. In 1780 he retired to Polesden Lacey due to ill health.

 

The creation of the Long Walk, an outstanding terrace with views over the valley, is generally credited to Sir Francis, but possibly he repaired and extended what was already there.

The house was inherited by his son, Sir William Geary, who leased the property to Richard Brinsley Sheridan.

Richard Brinsley Sheridan was a successful playwright, Whig MP and owner of the Theatre Royal, Drury Lane. Sheridan’s trustees, Lord Grey and Mr Whitbread, bought the lease for Polesden Lacey for £12,3841 in 17972 using his second wife’s dowry of £8,000 and money raised from the sale of shares in the Drury Lane Theatre.

 

Sheridan loved Polesden Lacey and described it as “the nicest place, within a prudent distance of town, in England”.3 He relished his role of country landlord and entertained lavishly, often to the detriment of his creditors and the management of the theatre.

 

During their period of ownership, the Sheridans extended the Long Walk from 900 feet to 1,300 feet and started to landscape the gardens.

 

Around 1814, Sheridan began to demolish the house with a view to rebuilding, but ill health and strained finances forced him to abandon his plans.

 

Joseph Bonsor (1768-1835)

 

As The Gentleman’s Magazine stated in his obituary: “This gentleman was the founder of his own fortune.”4 Joseph Bonsor was a bookseller and stationer who won the contract to supply the paper on which The Times was printed on for a number of years. He began trading as a wholesale stationer in 1796 and rose to the top of his trade. His prosperity enabled him to buy Polesden Lacey from Sheridan’s son in 1818.

 

He commissioned Thomas Cubitt to rebuild the house in the Neo-classical style. On the south front of the house, part of Cubitt’s villa is still visible: six bay windows with an Ionic portico.

 

 

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While waiting in Nanaimo, BC for a ferry to cross back to the mainland I decided to have a little fun with my fish eye lens and took it to the market. I really like what it does to a picture ;D

Oh, my mouth is watering again..

Almost lost my eyes carving these... the little brown packages are used to store the stamps... A looooong way from perfection...

 

The designs are from two books, one of which is featured in my album... The other one is from ISBN: 986-7039-02-5

Difficult conditions - from bright light to deep shadow.

Difficult to believe what I was seeing when I caught sight of this driving along a bit further up the road. Luckily it pulled into a supermarket car park....

The internet has made churchcrawling easier, and so some churches that prooved difficult to see inside can be contacted and visits arranged.

 

Over the years, several have taken a couple of years or more to see inside: Thannington, Hinxhill, Preston and Betteshanger just off the top of my head. But most difficult have been Barming.

 

We first visited here one Good Friday over a decade ago, one of several along the valley that were either closed or had services on. Since then I have been insde Mereworth and Waterningbury, but each time we went past Barming, it has been closed.

 

Then a few weeks ago, a friend posted pictures from inside, and told me he had arranged a visit from their website. I did the same, though one visit a few weeks back had to be postponed, a few weeks later I was back, hoping to meet a warden at ten.

 

It was at least a fine sunny and warm spring morning, perfect for snapping the churchyard and finding yet more details on the body of the church to record.

 

St Margaret sites halfway between the River Medway and the old high road out of Maidstone, and once might have been a separate village from Maidstone, but is now just a suburb of the town. The church sits down a dead end lane, and is really a wonderful location overlooking the valley to East Farleigh on the other bank.

 

The churchyard is filled with spring bulbs, and so in spring it is a riot of colour.

 

I saw the warden park her car, and walk towards me, so I get up from the bench near the porch to meet her, and than her warmly for opening up.

 

Unusually, I had read up on the church before my visit, and so was aware of the 14th century bench ends in the Chancel. They did not disappoint.

 

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An isolated church at the end of a lane above the River Medway. Norman origins are obvious - three windows in the east wall indicate the earliest work. The nave is also early and to this was added the fifteenth century tower with stair turret and needle-like spire. The north aisle was a nineteenth century addition and the chancel was restored by Sir Ninian Comper and represents some of his earliest work. Later generations have, unfortunately, undone much of his original design. The memorable feature of the church is the set of fourteenth century Rhenish carvings showing St Michael, Samson and Our Lord worked into bench ends in the chancel.

 

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BARMING.

CALLED in antient records, Bermelinge, lies the next parish to East Farleigh, on the opposite or northern side of the river Medway.

 

THE PARISH of East Barming lies on high ground, declining southward to the valley, through which the river Medway flows, being its southern boundary. It is situated opposite to East Farleigh, than which it has a far less rustic and more ornamented appearance. The soil like that is a fertile loam, slightly covering the quarry rock, from under which several small springs gush out, and run precipitately in trinkling rills into the Medway; it is enriched too with frequent hop and fruit plantations; the fields are in general larger, and surrounded with continued rows of lofty elms and large spreading oaks, which contribute greatly to the pleasantness of the place. The situation of it, as well as of the neighbouring parishes, from Maidstone as far as Mereworth, is exceedingly beautiful, the river Medway meandering its silver stream in the valley beneath, throughout the greatest part of the extent of them; the fertility of soil, the healthiness of air, the rich variety of prospect, adorned by a continued range of capital seats, with their parks and plantations, form altogether an assemblage of objects, in which nature and art appear to have lavished their choicest endeavours, to form a scene teeming with whatever can make it desirable both for pleasure and profit.

 

The high road from Maidstone to Tunbridge crosses the upper part of the parish of East Barming, over a beautiful, though small plain, called Barmingheath, part of which is in Maidstone parish, a little distance below which is a modern, and rather elegant seat, built by John Whitaker, gent. second son of Mr. Tho. Whitaker, of Trottesclive, since whose death it has come to his nephew, Thomas Whitaker, esq. of Watringbury; but Mr. William Rolfe resides in it. Farther on is the village of Barming, in which is a pleasant seat, called the Homestall, built about the year 1720, by Mr. James Allen, whose heirs are now entitled to the see simple of it; but by the foreclosure of a mortgage term, the possession of it became vested in Arthur Harris, esq. who kept his shrievalty here in 1746; his brother Thomas resided likewise here, and dying unmarried in 1769, gave this seat to Mrs. Mary Dorman for life; remainder to Mr. John Mumford, of Sutton-at-Hone, whom he made heir to the bulk of his fortune; she now possesses and resides in it. A small distance from hence is the seat of Hall-place; hence the ground rises to the coppice woods, part of which lie within this parish, and adjoin to a much larger tract northward. About a quarter of a mile on the other side of the road is the church, standing by itself among a grove of elms, the slight delicate white spire of which rising above the foilage of the grove, affords a pleasing prospect to the neighbouring country. From the above road the village extends southward down the declivity of the hill, almost to the river, over which there is a wooden bridge, built at the expence of the commissioners of the navigation. It is called St. Helen's bridge, from its contiguity to that manor, situated at a very small distance from it; about a mile from the village, close to the eastern boundary of the parish, adjoining to that of Maidstone, on the declivity of the hill, leading down to East Farleigh bridge, is the parsonage, lately almost rebuilt by the present rector, the Rev. Mark Noble, who resides in it, and by his judicious management and improvements has made this benefice, perhaps one of the most desirable in the diocese.

 

A few years ago several Roman urns, pieces of armour, and skeletons, were dug up within the bounds of this parish; the latter were no doubt belonging to those who fell in the skirmish between the Royalists and Oliverians at Farleigh bridge, in 1648; and the former serves to shew, that the Roman highway, a different one from the larger one of the Watling-street, and directing its course towards Oldborough, in Ightham, led near this place, of which more will be noticed hereafter.

 

THERE GROWS on Barming heath, the plant, Chamæmelum odoratissimum repens flore simplici, common camomile, in great plenty; and verbascum album vulgare five thapsus barbatus communis, great mul lein, or hightaper, more plentifully, and of a larger size than I have met with elsewhere.

 

THE MANOR of East Barming was given by king William the conqueror to Richard de Tonebrege, the eldest son of Gislebert earl of Brion, in Normandy, the son of Geffry, natural son of Richard, the first of that name, duke of Normandy, whence he bore the name of Richard Fitz Gilbert at his coming hither; (fn. 1) he was one of the principal persons who came into England with duke William, to whom he gave great assistance in that memorable battle, in which he obtained the crown of this realm. He had for that service, and in respect of his near alliance to him in blood, great advancements in honour, and large possessions both in Normandy and England, bestowed upon him; among the latter he possessed thirty-eight lordships in Surry, thirty-five in Essex, three in Cambridgeshire, three in Kent, one in Middlesex, one in Wiltshire, one in Devonshire, ninety-five in Suffolk, and thirteen burgages in Ipswich, of which Clare was one, besides others in other counties; accordingly, in the survey of Domesday, taken about the year 1080, being the 15th of the Conqueror's reign, this estate is thus entered under the title of, Terra Ricardi F. Gisleb'ti, the land of Richard, the son of Gislebert.

 

In Medestan hundred the same Richard (de Tonebrige) holds Bermelinge. Alret held it of king Edward (the Confessor) and then and now it was and is taxed at one suling. The arable land is four carucates. In demesne there are two carucates and five villeins, with eight borderers, having five carucates. There are thirteen servants, and one mill of five shillings, and four acres of meadow. Wood for the pannage of ten hogs. In the time of king Edward it was worth four pounds, and afterwards 100 shillings, now four pounds.

 

This Richard Fitz Gilbert, at the latter end of the Conqueror's reign, was usually called Rich. de Tonebrige, as well from his possessing that town and castle, as from his residence there; and his descendants took the name of Clare, from the like reason of their possessing that honour, and were afterwards earls of Clare, and of Gloucester and Hertford. Of this family, as chief lords of the fee, Barming was afterwards held in moieties by Fulk Peyforer and Roger de Kent, each of whom held their part of the honour of Clare.

 

In the reign of king Edward II. the heirs of Lora Peyforer and those of Roger de Kent, being Thomas de Barmeling and Wm. de Kent, held these moieties as above mentioned; and in the 20th year of the next reign of king Edward III. John Fitz Jacob, Thomas and John de Kent, held these moieties of this estate, in East Barmeling, of the earl of Gloucester.

 

THE FORMER OF THESE MOIETIES, held by the family of Peyforer, seems to have comprised the MANOR of EAST BARMING, and to have been given afterwards to the Benedictine nunnery of St. Helen's, in Bishopsgate street, London, whence it acquired the name of ST. HELEN'S, alias East Barming manor, by the former of which only it is now called; with the above priory this manor remained till its dissolution, in king Henry VIII.'s reign, when it was surrendered into the king's hands, who, in his 35th year, granted his manor, called St. Elen's, among other premises, to Richard Callohill, to hold in capite by knights service, who that year sold it to Gabriel Caldham, freemason, of London; and he next year sold it to Tho. Reve, (fn. 2) whose grandson of the same name, in the 4th year of queen Elizabeth, levied a fine of it, and then passed it away by sale to Mr. Stephen Pearse, who some years afterwards alienated it to Sir Robert Brett, on whose death, without surviving issue, in 1620, (fn. 3) this manor came by will to Robert Lynd, esq. who bore for his arms, Argent a cross ingrailed gules; and he sold it to Sir Oliver Boteler, of Teston, in whose descendants it continued down to Sir Philip Boteler, bart. who died in 1772, s. p. and by will gave one moiety of his estates to Mrs. Elizabeth Bouverie, of Chart Sutton; and the other moiety to Elizabeth viscountess dowager Folkestone, and Wm. Bouverie, earl of Radnor; and on a partition afterwards made between them, this manor was allotted to lady Folkestone, who died in 1782, on which it came to her only son, the Hon. Philip Bouverie, who has since taken the name of Pusey, and he is the present owner of it.

 

This manor extends its jurisdiction over the whole of this parish; the antient house of it, as well as the dove cote, stood nearly at the foot of the hill near St. Helen's bridge; both have been pulled down not many years since.

 

THE OTHER MOIETY of the estate of East Barming, held by John Fitz Jacob and John de Kent, seems to have passed afterwards into the family of Fremingham; for John, son of Sir Ralph de Fremingham, of Lose, died possessed of it about the 12th year of king Henry IV. and leaving no issue, he by his will gave it to certain feoffees, who, in compliance with it, next year assigned it to John Pimpe, and his heirs male, for the finding and maintaining of two chaplains, one in the monastery of Boxley, and the other in the church of East Farleigh, to celebrate for the souls of himself, his wife, and others their ancestors and relations therein mentioned. From the family of Pimpe this estate came, in king Henry VIII.'s reign, to Sir Henry Isley, who by the act of the 2d and 3d of king Edward VI. procured his lands in this county to be disgavelled.

 

Being concerned in the rebellion raised by Sir Tho. Wyatt, in the 1st year of queen Mary, he was attainted, and his lands were consiscated to the crown, whence this estate was granted that year to Sir John Baker, the queen's attorney general, to hold in capite by knights service; (fn. 4) in whose descendants it continued down to Sir John Baker, bart. of Sissinghurst, of whom it seems to have been purchased in the reign of king Charles II. by Golding, who died possessed of it in 1674, and was buried in this church, bearing for his arms, A cross voided, between four lions passant guardant. His son, Mr. Henry Golding, gent. about the year 1700, alienated this estate to Nicholas Amhurst, gent. of West Barming, who died possessed of it in 1715; and his grandson, John Amhurst, esq. is the present possessor of it.

 

HALL PLACE is a reputed manor in this parish, the antient mansion of which is situated at a small distance westward of the present seat, and is little more than an ordinary cottage, serving as a farm house to a small parcel of land. It formerly gave both residence and surname to a family, written in antient deeds, At-Hall, who before the end of the reign of king Edward III. had alienated their interest in the greatest part of it to one of the Colepepers, of Preston, in Aylesford, and the rest of it to Clive; and this part was by John Clive, about the 7th year of king Henry IV. likewise conveyed to Colepeper, who in the 10th year of that reign passed away the entire fee of it to Sampson Mascall, whose family was originally of Mascall's, in Brenchley, and in his descendants Hall-place continued till the latter end of queen Elizabeth's reign, when it was conveyed to Alchorne, whose ancestors were possessed of Alchorne in Rotherfield, in Sussex; in which name the fee of this estate remained at the time of king Charles II.'s restoration, but the use and profits of it were made over, for a long series of years, to Mr. Cook, of Stepney; and he, in 1656, alienated his interest in it to Mr. Rich. Webb, rector of this parish, who in 1667, gave it to his grandson, Richard Webb, gent. who, in 1726, conveyed it by sale to Mr. Peter Smart, who bore for his arms, Argent, a chevron between three pheons sable; about which time Christopher Smart, the poet, is said to have been born in this parish; at length, Mr. Peter Smart's widow, and their children, in 1746, passed away their interest in it to John Cale, esq. who resided here, and dying in 1777, was buried in this churchyard, having been a benefactor to the poor of this parish; and by his will he devised this, among the rest of his estates in this county, to the heirs of Tho. Prowse, esq. of Axbridge, in Somersetshire; in consequence of which his two daughters and coheirs became intitled to it; the youngest of whom married Sir John Mordaunt, bart. of Walton, in Warwickshire, and they became possessed of this estate in undivided moieties, and in 1781, joined in the sale of it to John Amhurst, esq. of Barnjet, the present owner of it.

 

CHARITIES.

THOMAS HARRIS, esq. of this parish, in 1769, gave by will, 5l. per annum for fifty years, 2s. of it to be given to the poor of this parish in bread, on each Sunday in the year, excepting Easter and Whitsunday.

 

JOHN CALE, esq. of this parish, in 1777, gave by will the sum of 200l. in East India annuities, the interest of it to be given to the poor yearly at Christmas, in linen and bread, vested in trustees, of the annual produce of 61.

 

THIS PARISH is within the ECCLESIASTICAL JURISDICTION of the diocese of Rochester and deanry of Malling.

 

The church, which is dedicated to St. Margaret, is a small building, consisting of one isle and a chancel, with an elegant spire steeple. The present rector, Mr. Noble, about twelve years ago, at his own expence, entirely repaired and ornamented the chancel; he gave likewise a new altar and pulpit cloth, and cushion; and the parishioners, followed his example, in the repair and ornamenting of the church itself; so that from being one of the most neglected, it is become equal to most of the neighbouring churches in those respects.

 

Walter, bishop of Rochester, in the reign of king Stephen, confirmed to the prior and canon of Ledes the patronage of the church of Barmyng, as it was granted to them by the lords of the soil, and confirmed to them by their charters.

 

Gilbert, bishop of Rochester, in the reign of king Henry II. granted to the prior and canons two shillings, to be received by them yearly, as a pension from this church, saving the episcopal right of the bishop of Rochester, &c. (fn. 5) The patronage of the church of Barming, together with this pension, remained part of the possessions of the above mentioned priory till the dissolution of it in the reign of king Henry VIII. when it came into the king's hands. Since which, the patronage of this rectory has continued vested in the crown, but the above mentioned yearly pension of two shillings was, by the king's dotation charter, in his 33d year, settled on his new erected dean and chapter of Rochester, who are now intitled to it.

 

¶In the 15th year of king Edward I. the church of Barmelyng was valued at twelve marcs. It is valued in the king's books at 12l. 7s. 1d. and the yearly tenths at 1l. 5s. 8½d.z The glebe land belonging to this rectory contains eighty-three acres.

 

www.british-history.ac.uk/survey-kent/vol4/pp383-392

Its often quite difficult to find appropriate and adequate natural light at a wedding. A window is a welcome relief, and often such a great source for some intimate portraits. There's no substitute for natural light.

 

I usually title my wedding stuff somewhat blandly (or at least I need to) so that there isn't any mistaking of intent, or, whatever

Difficult to get a good shot of this. It was a busy night !

I got home finally after an arduous ordeal with MUNI. Those who take MUNI know that it is probably the worst public transportation system in America. So I look outside my window and I debate to myself if I should go to the gym or shoot. I think to myself, "shit I'm a 400 pound beached whale and I better get myself to the gym. " I procrastinate some more, and some more, and a little bit more and proceed to just sit on my fat ass procrastinating. I look outside my backyard window again and think I better get some exercise and get shooting.

 

Many of you who have met me know that I'm an obese whale so it was a difficult task getting myself off the bed and into the car to take that 5 minute drive to this location but I think it was worth it. :)

 

I stumbled into Sutro Baths Ninja, John (Louie Imaging) and his ninja-in-training brother, Andrew who were soaking up the sea mist and good light. When I set up, it was a nice 50 degrees with 30mph winds - just the way I love shooting.

 

5dII, 16-35II, 3 stop reverse naaaasty!

 

P.S. It was so red, I had to desaturate/devibrance it -10.

 

P.P.S I've been shooting a ton, and yes I've been a naughty slow loader, but I just wanted to post this image before I forget about it like the rest of my images. :(

On westbound Westjet plane; unfortunately due to lack of map function in the plane, location difficult to determine

Quite difficult. I was disappointed to find that the 4 sections don't interlock, although I wouldn't have had a place to assemble it like that. I mixed the bags, and turning pieces over it became apparent that there were too many corners, so I knew it wouldn't all fit together. That said, when the sections are laid end to end, the seams match up pretty well, if not perfectly. Laid out end to end it's over 13 feet long.

When we went to Meiji-jingu for the Autumn festival, there were many families bringing their children to celebrate 7-5-3, a traditional rite of passage for girls aged 3 and 7 and boys aged 3 and 5.

 

This little girl is trying to make the double V sign, which many Japanese girls hold up when having their photo taken. She was having some difficulties...(and in the end just threw her hands in the air laughing)

 

(This photo featured in Flickr's explore interestingness for 11 November 2007)

À partir de 1660, le roi Louis XIV et son ministre Colbert décident de doter la France d'une grande marine de guerre. Devant les difficultés pour s'approvisionner en bois du nord à cause des guerres et du coût, Colbert décide d'exploiter les forêts de l'ouest pyrénéen. Elles offrent de grands arbres de qualité et des voies d'acheminement par les gaves jusqu'au port de Bayonne. Plusieurs forêts vont ainsi être exploitées et quelques voies d'accès aménagées (on retrouve dans la région plusieurs toponymies de la Mature ou de la Marine). Après une interruption entre 1720 et 1750, l'exploitation connait son apogée dans la seconde moitié du XVIIIe siècle, avec Choiseul sous le règne de Louis XV2.

 

L'exploitation est alors confiée au corps des ingénieurs de la Marine. Mais les forêts s'épuisant, cela oblige ces derniers à exploiter d'autres forêts ou bois, plus difficiles d'accès. C'est ainsi que l'ingénieur Leroy décide d'exploiter la forêt du Pacq, au-dessus de l'Etsaut. Mais pour cela, il faut pouvoir faire franchir aux troncs un ravin étroit et à pic connu sous le nom de « gorges de l'Enfer ». Ces hommes vont alors creuser à flanc de la falaise abrupte un passage suffisamment large et haut pour le passage de bœufs tirant des troncs. Il fut achevé en 1772. Les sapins extraits de cette forêt allaient devenir des mâts de bateaux, les hêtres seront utilisés pour les avirons et les poutres, tandis que les buis serviront à la confection d'essieux et de poulies. Les futurs mâts étaient ensuite transportés par flottage sur le gave pour rejoindre Oloron, puis Bayonne. L'exploitation des arbres pour la marine en vallée d'Aspe s'achève en 1778 par épuisement de la ressource. (Wikipédia)

t would be difficult to describe the subtle brotherhood of men that was here established on the seas. No one said that it was so. No one mentioned it. But it dwelt in the boat, and each man felt it warm him. They were a captain, an oiler, a cook, and a correspondent, and they were friends, friends in a more curiously iron-bound degree than may be common. The hurt captain, lying against the water-jar in the bow, spoke always in a low voice and calmly, but he could never command a more ready and swiftly obedient crew than the motley three of the dingey. It was more than a mere recognition of what was best for the common safety. There was surely in it a quality that was personal and heartfelt. And after this devotion to the commander of the boat there was this comradeship that the correspondent, for instance, who had been taught to be cynical of men, knew even at the time was the best experience of his life. But no one said that it was so. No one mentioned it.

 

"I wish we had a sail," remarked the captain. "We might try my overcoat on the end of an oar and give you two boys a chance to rest." So the cook and the correspondent held the mast and spread wide the overcoat. The oiler steered, and the little boat made good way with her new rig. Sometimes the oiler had to scull sharply to keep a sea from breaking into the boat, but otherwise sailing was a success.

 

Meanwhile the lighthouse had been growing slowly larger. It had now almost assumed colour, and appeared like a little grey shadow on the sky. The man at the oars could not be prevented from turning his head rather often to try for a glimpse of this little grey shadow.

 

At last, from the top of each wave the men in the tossing boat could see land. Even as the lighthouse was an upright shadow on the sky, this land seemed but a long black shadow on the sea. It certainly was thinner than paper. "We must be about opposite New Smyrna," said the cook, who had coasted this shore often in schooners. "Captain, by the way, I believe they abandoned that life-saving station there about a year ago."

 

"Did they?" said the captain.

 

The wind slowly died away. The cook and the correspondent were not now obliged to slave in order to hold high the oar. But the waves continued their old impetuous swooping at the dingey, and the little craft, no longer under way, struggled woundily over them. The oiler or the correspondent took the oars again.

 

Shipwrecks are à propos of nothing. If men could only train for them and have them occur when the men had reached pink condition, there would be less drowning at sea. Of the four in the dingey none had slept any time worth mentioning for two days and two nights previous to embarking in the dingey, and in the excitement of clambering about the deck of a foundering ship they had also forgotten to eat heartily. - Stephen Crane

Quédate en Casa

 

When everything started, it was mandatory to stay at home to prevent the virus from spreading but... I was already at home. To be an opponent is difficult but it is even more difficult in these uncertain times.

 

Cuando todo empezó era obligatorio quedarse en casa para evitar que el virus se extinguiera pero... yo ya estaba en casa. Ser opositor es difícil pero es incluso mucho más difícil en estos tiempos de incertidumbre.

Well this was a difficult picture to get. We parked on the road about a mile away and hiked through 33 inches of snow to the bridge overlook at about 11:00 pm. I got set up and took a series of long exposure shots. I really like this one because of the light of the cars that are streaking across the bridge, the snow really reflected what light there was in the sky so the picture is surprisingly bright for a night shot. Anyway, this is the bridge that spans the New River Gorge on US Highway 9 outside of Fayetteville, West Virginia.

 

Canon EOS 1D Mark II

ISO 100

30 sec. exposure @ f7.1

28 mm

 

Really is best if youView On Black

I could enjoy astroimaging in Atacama Desert for a week recently.

 

This is a frame of the distant huge comet. It was not difficult to detect the comet with my small telescope. The comet was drifting toward northwest slowly in Hydrus. It looked tiny yet, though the color was a bit greenish. Dust tail was visible faintly toward north northeast. Dust coma was small and round. Dust halo was also round, a bit wider toward northeast.

 

C/2014 UN271 (Bernardinelli–Bernstein) in wikipedia:

en.wikipedia.org/wiki/C/2014_UN271

 

Sun distance: 15.582 AU (more distant than Saturn)

Earth distance: 15.712 AU

 

Equipment: Takahashi FSQ-106ED, Extender Q 1.6x, and EOS 5Dmk3-SP3, modified by Seo San on ZWO AM5 Equatorial Mount, autoguided at a star nearby with Fujinon 1:2.8/75mm C-Mount Lens, Pentax x2 Extender, ZWO ASI 120MM-mini, and PHD2 Guiding, comet tracking on

 

Exposure: 5 times x 60 seconds and 7 x 900 seconds at ISO 6,400 and f/8.0, focal length 850mm

 

The imaging session started at 1:54:50 January 3, 2025UTC.

 

site: 2,560m above sea level at lat. 24 23 21 South and long. 70 12 01 West near the peak of Cerro Ventarrones Chile

 

Here is a view of the site at the date:

www.flickr.com/photos/hiroc/54255293961

 

Cerro Ventarrones used to be among candidates of ELT, which is now under construction in Cerro Armazones, about 30km south.

 

The ELT, from the air:

www.eso.org/public/videos/2024-11-09_Armazones_ELT_Drone_...

Difficult to date this but the general 'feel' is possibly 1930s - it coild be post-war however. Bass were well known for their bottled beer and Blue Triangle was used for the filtered non-bottle conditioned version of the more famous Red Triangle beer.

Dificil encontrar esta calleja. Casco histórico. Córdoba.

St Peter and St Paul, Bergh Apton, Norfolk

 

Bergh Apton, pronounced bur ap-t'n, is one of those insubstantial, difficult to grasp parishes that are not uncommon in south-east Norfolk. The road signs that lead to it call it variously Bergh Apton, Burgh Apton and Berghapton, and the church is similarly elusive as you trawl the rambling narrow lanes. No doubt the people who live here would not have it any other way. The setting of the church, on a wide bend where the road doubles back, suggesting that this is an ancient site. We know there was a Roman camp here, but archaeological investigations have revealed something even further back, a Bronze Age settlement which may have been of some importance. And you can learn immediately the status of the parish when the Normans got here, because Bergh Apton's entry in the Domesday Book is inscribed on a slate board in the churchyard: Loddon Hundred - In Thurton 6 Sokemen whom Godric the steward holds at 20 acres always 1 plough & in torp 6 sokemen at 13 acres 1 plough & 8 bordars & it belongs to Bergh with every customary due and it has been valued there.

 

The nave seems of inconsequence beside the chancel, which is of an entirely different style, has a higher roofline and has been augmented by large transepts. A tension is created by the large arched transept windows and the tower appearing to squeeze the nave between them. This profile is a result of a surprisingly early 19th Century restoration of 1838 under that articulate diocesan architect John Brown, an enthusiastic gothicist but still with as much the mind of a carpenter as that of an architect, hence perhaps his retention of the shapes of what must have been 18th Century windows in the chancel. The north side of the church is close to the road, but the south side of the graveyard is wide and open and gives a good view of Brown's work here.

 

As you step inside, the narrowness of the nave is accentuated by the way the transepts open out. A large west gallery, again the work of John Brown, completes the sense of a contained space. Below it is Bergh Apton's intriguing font. This is at first sight a typical 15th Century East Anglian font with angels and evangelistic symbols alternating on the eight panels, but the carving is idiosyncratic, and the angel on the south-east panel is so like St Michael as depicted in contemporary images that it must surely be intentional.

 

Brown's work gave plenty of scope to the stained glass enthusiasts of later in the century and into the next. The tall Kempe & Co glass of the Crucifixion dates from 1910 and suits well the faux-classical profile of the east window. The rest of the glass is of the 1880s and 1890s by Ward & Hughes, a time when they were at their peak of massed production, although the subjects here are less formulaic than often found elsewhere. Birkin Haward thought it an interesting collection, while Pevsner declared it interesting but terrible.

 

Although this building is heavily restored and overwhelmingly 19th Century in character it is still a lovely, rural church in a pretty setting, so typical of this part of Norfolk. And I remember it fondly from my first visit about fifteen years ago because there was a handwritten notice in the porch to remind me that these south-east Norfolk parishes are among the most welcoming in England:

 

Everytime I pass a church

I pay a little visit,

So when at last I'm carried in

The Lord won't say 'Who is it?'

 

Twee, yes, perhaps even a little silly, but I couldn't help thinking that such a sentiment would be beyond the comprehension of the handful of Norfolk parishes that lock pilgrims and strangers out of their churches.

In the extremely difficult and stressful time that we are all in now, please do remember to be patient and to be kind and thankful to everyone who still has to work, especially Health Care workers - my daughter is one of them, and she said that she is overly stressed and exhausted, partly because of families and visitors who lose their temper over restrictions that have been put in place in the hospital.

 

A few days ago, I finally made a trip to a couple of stores, that I really didn't want to do. I knew that if there were a lot of people, I would instead turn around and go home. I needed food and I did buy an extra one of various items - but no hoarding. The cashier at the food store told me that one of the younger cashiers had been in tears because of being yelled at by some customers. At the drug store, the young woman cashier told me that she was so stressed out, again partly because of angry, yelling customers, that she was about to burst into tears. We had a good talk, as there was no one waiting behind me in line, and I made sure to thank her for meticulously sanitizing the work space at the till. A few kind words can make all the difference, people! There were no line-ups at either store, for which I was extremely thankful. I know I do need to be very careful myself - I have 3 of the risk factors; age, high blood pressure, and the most concerning being a chronic cough that I have had for maybe 10 or so years, which sometimes turns into a coughing fit where I can't breath. Went through all sorts of tests but no one could find a cause. So, here I am, still coughing! The last thing I would want is the Coronavirus cough on top of it! Stay safe and well, everyone!!

 

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CORONAVIRUS UPDATE, 16 March 2020: 74 confirmed cases in Alberta, 342 in Canada. 4 deaths in Canada - so far, all have been in British Columbia.

 

CORONAVIRUS UPDATE, 17 March 2020: 97 confirmed cases in Alberta, 447 cases in Canada. 70 confirmed cases in the Calgary Zone. 7 deaths in Canada.

 

CORONAVIRUS UPDATE, 18 March 2020: 119 confirmed cases in Alberta, 83 confirmed cases in Calgary Zone, 591 in Canada. 8 deaths in Canada.

 

CORONAVIRUS UPDATE, 19 March 2020: 146 confirmed cases in Alberta, 101 confirmed cases in Calgary Zone, 736 in Canada. 9 deaths in Canada, 1 death in Alberta.

 

CORONAVIRUS UPDATE, 20 March 2020: 195 (up from 146!) confirmed cases in Alberta, 101 confirmed cases in Calgary Zone, 846 in Canada. 10 deaths in Canada, 1 death in Alberta.

 

CORONAVIRUS UPDATE, 22 March 2020: 226 confirmed cases in Alberta, 1,048 in Canada. 13 deaths in Canada, 1 death in Alberta.

 

www.alberta.ca/coronavirus-info-for-albertans.aspx

 

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Sunday, 22 March 2020: our temperature early afternoon is +4C (windchill +1C). Sunrise is at 7:32 am, and sunset is at 7:54 pm. Sunny - again.

 

The 6 photos posted today were all taken on Day 11 of our 13-day birding trip to South Texas, in March 2019. The first place we went to was the Birding and Nature Centre, on South Padre Island. The afternoon before, we had spent two hours there, but our "proper" visit was for three hours in the morning of Day 11. Such a great place!

 

www.spibirding.com/

 

Someone told us about a different location, and a short drive south from the Centre took us to around W Sheepshead St and Laguna Blvd, where we saw a Ruby-throated Hummingbird, Monarch butterflies, and a Green Anole (lizard).

 

We had our picnic lunch at the nearby Convention Centre and then looked for a Yellow-throated Warbler near the Centre. Amazingly, we did see it, along with a Black and white Warbler and a Wilson's Warbler. Not easy trying to photograph these fast-moving little birds that get hidden among the branches.

 

Driving north again, we called in at a beach that was part of the Laguna Atascosa National Wildlife Refuge, where we could enjoy seeing the ocean waves and Laughing Gulls. This was our last stop before returning to our hotel, the Holiday Inn Express & Suites, Brownsville.

 

The next day, 30 March 2019, we had to drive from Brownsville to Houston, where we stayed for one night at La Quinta Inn & Suites Houston. The following day, we flew from Bush Intl Airport back to Calgary. What a fantastic holiday!

(difficultés de reflets avec le cockpit)

Difficult to admit this is really an Aston but I find it very sweet all the same!

 

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Rather difficult to shoot, as they were blowing in the wind. They were at my eye level, though, so that made it somewhat easier.

 

Shot at "Garden of Memories Cemetery" in Salinas, California, which is where John Steinbeck and some of his family are buried.

It can be difficult for me to cope with fall after the annual trip to the NC Highlands. The color is vastly more dramatic down there and occurs much earlier than my area of VA. The widespread color down south is where I seek my grand landscape scenery, and after returning home it seems a little pointless to further pursue similar shots. My solution has always been to seek out the smaller scenes under the canopy, and nothing brings that to life as well as some nice fog. I rode the parkway this morning from Roanoke to Apple Orchard Mountain. The best color to be seen is right now, sporadic, and rapidly leaving. The high ridges south of the Peaks of Otter have been mostly stripped of leaves and sporting a mostly winter look. This shot was 3 RAW images blended using luminosity masking. I corrected the white balance, de-noise, darkened the background trees -.7 EV for contrast while leaving the fog alone, and brightened the colorful foreground foliage +.7 EV while leaving everything else alone. The contrast built solely using exposure blending. After that levels, some vibrance, sharpen. Looks a little too sharp for me on Flickr. This type of scene isn't super easy to find, a red tree is hard up my way, and best shot up a steep hollow with no sky for the infinity look of the fog.

3D red/cyan anaglyph created from glass plate stereograph at Library of Congress - Prints & Photographs Online Catalog: www.loc.gov/pictures/

 

Title: Sgt. Boston Corbett, U.S.A.

 

Date: 1865

 

Photographer: Mathew B. Brady, Wash., D.C. studio.

 

Notes: A stereoscopic portrait of Sergeant Boston Corbett, Co. L, 16th NY Cavalry, who became nationally famous as “Lincoln’s Avenger,” the man who shot and killed John Wilkes Booth. However, there’s much more to this man’s story, but it’s difficult to know where to begin. Corbett strikes me as something of a cross between Sergeant York, Forrest Gump, and Lewis Carroll's the Mad Hatter. His bio would make the perfect screenplay for the next Coen brothers or Quentin Tarantino movie. Below are some of the highlights, with each section summarized beforehand in brackets.

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[Changes his name – Works as a Hatter – Wife and baby die – Alcoholism - Religious Conversion – Self Castration]

 

Abraham Lincoln and Boston Corbett

By Byron Berkeley Johnson

Published 1914

 

“…..Born in London, England, in 1832, named Thomas P., which name he retained until he was baptized in Boston. Then he declared that Christ, when he called his disciples, gave them new names, and that his name should henceforth be Boston Corbett.

 

In 1839, he came with his parents to New York, and presumably to Troy, N. Y. He struggled in poverty for an education, became a fair scholar and a fluent speaker. At Troy, he learned the hatters trade and became very proficient, working there several years, thence went to New York City. He married and lost his wife and infant child at birth. He was unable to meet the expenses he had incurred. He became despondent and a victim of the cup which destroys body and soul unless speedy rescue comes. While under the influence of liquor he strayed into a Salvation Army meeting, where he was detained until sober. They exacted a promise that he would come the next evening.

 

…..He followed the Army meetings until his moral fibre developed into enthusiastic advocacy of "Come to Christ," his favorite plea. At the Fulton Street meetings he became known as the "Glory to God" man, and his amens at times were too vociferous. His conduct subsequently at the Bromfield Street Church, Boston, bears the same reputation.

 

….In height, he was about five feet five, stocky build, brown eyes, fair face, mild countenance, parted his hair in the middle, and had a clear ringing voice. In 1857, he commenced to work at the shop of Samuel Mason, Jr., a manufacturing hatter at the corner of Dock Square and Washington Street, Boston…… In the Mason shop the men worked piece-work, each depending upon the promptness of the next man in passing along his part. Some of the men were at times profane. At such events Corbett would stop, kneeling, offer prayer for the sinners, and sometimes adding a song — all the men would be obliged to hold up work. Being an expert workman and using great self-denial he was able to discharge all his New York debts. This being accomplished he spent his money for books and tracts, which he distributed at North Square and other North and West End meetings.

 

At one of his North Square meetings he was accosted by two young women who sought unsuccessfully to inveigle him from the path of virtue. Desiring to have no inclinations in that direction (as he said "to be holy"), he proceeded to self-castration, for which he was treated in the Massachusetts General Hospital, from July 16 to August 18, 1858.”

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[4 Enlistments during the Civil War]

 

“….He left immediately for New York, enlisted there as a Private in Co. I, 12th New York Militia, April 19, 1861, for three months. He enlisted again in the same regiment Co. K, June 2, 1862, and was mustered out October 8, 1862. The 12th New York Militia surrendered at Harpers Ferry, W. Va., in September 1862. It was mustered out at New York October 12, 1862, and declared exchanged January 11, 1863. Corbett again enlisted June 19, 1863, as Corporal in the same organization and was mustered out July 20th, 1863. August 4th, 1863, he enlisted as Sergeant in Co. L, 16th New York Cavalry and was mustered out at Washington with the regiment August 17th, 1865.”

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[In 1862 he threatens fellow soldiers for violating the Sabbath and shoots one]

 

The Daily Leader

Cleveland, OH

Sept 06, 1865

 

“….As far back as the summer of 1862, Boston had made his mark among his "fellow soldiers. He was at that time on duty at Harper's Ferry in the Twelfth Militia regiment from this city. One sultry Sunday afternoon, Boston chanced to be on picket duty near the railroad, half a mile or so beyond Bolivar Heights. Owing to the intense heat, the officers and soldiers found it uncomfortable to stay in the encampments, and accordingly sauntered out into the fields and woods, the various pickets along the line permitting them to pass without hindrance. Not so, however, with Corbett. He looked upon, the proceedings as a desecration of the Lord's day. Accordingly, when Captain Herrick, of an Ohio militia regiment and a member of the Twenty second New York (Colonel Aspinwall's) came up to his beat, he brought them to an abrupt halt…..Boston, with a musket in one hand, and a Bible in the other, struck a defiant attitude on the railroad track and asked "where are you going?" "To pick some blackberries,” was the answer. “Do you not know" he replied, "that you are violating God's law? Does this book not tell you (looking down at his Bible) to remember the Sabbath-day, and keep it holy?” The captain, who was himself a Christian, retorted "I guess we know as much about the Bible as you," and the two, passed on. This was too much for Boston. Quickly flinging the Bible upon the ground he brought his musket to his shoulder, and, leveling it at the breast of the Twenty second soldier, he exclaimed. "If you go a step further you are a dead man," This, of course, was an efficient argument. The two turned back, very fortunately for themselves, for, as events have since proved, Corbett’s fingers were not pressing that trigger for nothing.

 

A few weeks subsequently the enemy began to show themselves up the valley, and detachments of the Twelfth and Twenty-second were sent to guard the railroad to Winchester. Corbett was of the number. One day a difficulty occurred between him and another soldier. Boston was sorely aggravated; for nearly three months he had been cooped up on Boliver Heights, firing blank cartridges and perforating a target. Here was an opportunity to make a telling shot and perhaps subserve the ends of order and justice; so raising his Minie, he discharged a dose of cold lead into the offender's thigh.

 

This little feat of course sent Boston to the guard house, with bread and water fare. What punishment was subsequently meted out to him we never heard. Jackson, soon after, captured the place, and we lost sight of Corbett until he turned up in connection with the Booth tragedy.”

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[In 1863 he calls out his commanding officer for profanity – deserts the regiment - avoids being shot - reenlists – June 1864 he kills 7 men - captured by Mosby’s Rangers and sent to Andersonville]

 

Orleans Independent Standard

Irasburgh, Vt

May 19, 1865

 

“…One day at a dress parade in Franklin Square, Butterfield cursed and damned the regiment for something he did not like. Corbett stepped out of the ranks and reproved the Colonel for breaking God's law. He was of course put under arrest. He made up his mind that the time for which he enlisted expired at twelve o'clock at night on a certain day. He gave notice that he should go home when his time was out. He was put on picket duty, and as the hour of midnight was sounded he laid his gun down on the line and marched off. He was tried by court-martial and was sentenced to be shot. The order was not executed, but he was drummed out of the regiment. Nothing daunted he enlisted again. He was in a detachment of the New York sixteenth who were hemmed in by Mosby near Culpepper. All surrendered except Corbett. He stood out manfully with his revolver and breech-loading rifle. He killed seven men before he surrendered. He brought his man down every time he fired, and as each rebel fell he shouted: “Amen! Glory be to God” just as he used to at Fulton Street Meeting. Mosby liked his pluck, and ordered his men not to shoot him. He was a prisoner at Andersonville. He now passes down to history, immortalized as the avenger of the President.”

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[Exchanged and released Nov. 1864 - out of 14 men in his company, only Corbett and another man survive Andersonville]

 

Abraham Lincoln and Boston Corbett

By Byron Berkeley Johnson

Published 1914

 

“…I was captured by them and sent to Andersonville, Ga. There God was good to me, sparing my life while only another and myself lived to return out of fourteen men of my own Company. But bless the Lord, a score of souls were converted, right on the spot where I lay for three months without any shelter. Many others were, for meetings were held in different parts of the Bull Pen. I was exchanged at Savannah on the 19th of November, making my imprisonment five months. After being in the hospital at Annapolis a while, I had a furlough for thirty days and then returned to duty with my regiment.”

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[April 26, 1865 – Corbett shoots John Wilkes Booth hiding in a barn near Port Royal, Va.]

 

The New York Herald

New York

April 28, 1865

 

Statement of Sergeant Boston Corbett

 

“On Tuesday afternoon my superior officer, Lieutenant Edward P. Docherty, received information that two persons, answering to the description of Booth and his accomplice, Harold, were concealed in a barn on the place of Henry Garrett, about three miles from Port Royal, In the direction of Bowling Green. There we captured a man named Jett, who ferried Booth and his companion across the Potomac. At first he denied knowing about the matter; but when threatened with death if he did not reveal the spot where the assassins were secreted, he told us where they could be found, and piloted us to the place.

 

Booth and Harold reached the barn about dusk on Tuesday evening. The barn was at once surrounded by our cavalry, and some of our party engaged in conversation with Booth from the outside. He was commanded several times to surrender, but made no reply to the demand save that "If you want me you must take me….."

 

At three o'clock, or a little after, the barn was fired. Before the flames were kindled Booth had the advantage of us in respect to light. He could see us but we could not see him. But after that the tables were turned against him; we could see him plainly but could not be seen by him. The flames appeared to confuse him, and he made a spring toward the door, as if to attempt to force his way out. As he passed by one of the crevices in the barn I fired at him. I aimed at his body; I did not want to kill him; I took deliberate aim at his shoulder, but my aim was too high. The ball struck him in the head, just below the right ear, and, passing through came out about an inch above the left ear. I think he stooped to pick up something just as I fired. That may probably account for his receiving the ball in the head. I was not over eight or ten yards distant from him when I fired. I was afraid that if I did not wound him he would kill some of our men. After he was wounded I went into the barn. Booth was lying in a reclining position on the floor. I asked him—“Where are you wounded?" He replied, in a very feeble voice, his eyeballs glaring with a peculiar brilliancy, "In the head. You have finished me."

 

He was then carried out of the burning building into the open air, where he died about two hours and a half afterwards. About an hour before he breathed his last he prayed for us to shoot him through the heart and thus end his misery. His sufferings appeared to be intense….when the doctor arrived Booth was dying. He did not talk much after receiving his wound. When asked If he had anything to say, he replied: "I die for my country," and asked those standing by to tell his mother so. He did not deny his crime.”

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[Corbett receives threatening letters - sleeps with revolver under his pillow – God directed the bullet that killed Booth]

 

History of Cloud County, Kansas

By Mrs. E. F. Hollibaugh

Published 1903

 

“….The unfortunate fellow drifted from pillar to post. After saying his prayers at night—for he is a devout Christian—Corbett retires with a loaded revolver under his head and moans piteously during the long hours of the night, he is not a lunatic, as has been accredited him, but a strange, unhappy and eccentric man who doubtless suffers untold terrors, and has visions of "Nemesis pursuing him" wherever he goes; the troubled spirits of revenge will not let him rest. His constant fear remains the same and he is steadfastly on the alert for assassins. For many years after the death of Booth, threatening letters followed him everywhere.

 

Private Dalzell writes he saw one of these letters, which was headed "Hell," adding: "You will be here soon," and signed "Booth." While at the Dalzell residence Corbett was the recipient of several of these uncanny messages and was never in a town ever so obscure that they did not reach him, each missive containing all sorts of threats. Corbett complained bitterly and justly of the neglect with which the government treated him. Mr. Dalzell says: "Let no one suppose it was remorse that rendered him unhappy, for Corbett was proud that he had killed Booth; nor let no one suppose it was regret, for he stoutly maintained that the Lord commissioned him to enact the deed and directed the contents of his weapon." He was asked by General Howard, "How in the world did you happen to send the bullet to the same spot, exactly to the tilting of a hair, where the fatal bullet found the life of Lincoln?" "The Lord directed it," was Corbett's only reply, and he believed it…”

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[Corbett terrorizes the Kansas Legislature – Sent to Insane Asylum]

 

The Mitchell Capital and Weekly Republican

Mitchell, Dakota

FEB. 25, 1887

 

Boston Corbett Corrals the Kansas Legislature.

 

He Adjourned the House.

 

"TOPEKA, Kansas, Feb. 24.—Boston Corbett, the man who gained a reputation as the slayer of John Wilkes Booth, has added somewhat to his notoriety by today terrorizing and capturing for a time the Kansas house of representatives. Corbett is a confirmed crank, and has made himself somewhat notorious in various ways. He was at the commencement of the legislature appointed assistant doorkeeper. There have been few signs of insanity until today. This morning he strapped on two revolvers and a box of cartridges, and with a drawn weapon drove a negro attendant from representative hall. Sergeant-at-arms Norton attempted to expostulate when Corbett cocked his revolver and pointing it direct at the officer told him to travel. He went. The maddened man then searched for Speaker Smith. Meeting a member who somewhat resembled the speaker he was about to fire when the member threw up his hands and said he was not the speaker. The member was permitted to move on. Corbett then took possession of the speaker's gallery, and walking in front of the door, held it during the entire forenoon session, refusing to allow any one to come near.

 

Three city policemen were called, but they would not venture into the dark corridor, and the slayer of Booth held possession. At 12 o'clock he sent word down to the house to adjourn or he would come down and adjourn it himself. The house adjourned. Corbett was afterward captured in the lower corridor, disarmed and taken to the police station, where he is now confined. He will be taken before the probate judge, adjudged insane and confined, in an asylum."

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[Corbett Escapes from the Insane Asylum]

 

The Indianapolis Journal

Monday, May 28, 1888

 

Boston Corbett at Large.

 

"Special to the Indianapolis Journal.

Topeka, Kan., May 26. - - A sensation was caused here today by the escape from the State Insane Asylum of Boston Corbett who killed Wilkes Booth, the assassin of President Lincoln. While out for regular morning exercise with other patients, Corbett suddenly broke from the ranks, jumped on a horse belonging to a visitor, and was away before the guard could realize what had happened. Corbett has been confined in the asylum for the past month, and during that time had been more or less violent. Corbett has several times threatened to escape and kill the Governor and other State officers who had anything to do with his incarceration. It is believed that he has gone to his home in Cloud county. Corbett caused a great sensation about a year ago, when, as a door keeper, he appeared before the House of Representatives and caused the House to adjourn by flourishing two pistols and threatening to kill the Speaker and other members."

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From what I’ve read on the web, Boston Corbett then disappears into history, and it’s not known for sure exactly what happened to him after the asylum break, or where or when he eventually died.

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Red/Cyan (not red/blue) glasses of the proper density must be used to view 3D effect without ghosting. Anaglyph prepared using red cyan glasses from The Center For Civil War Photography / American Battlefield Trust. CCWP Link: www.civilwarphotography.org/

This is actually a Barbie house, but it's been for Bratz since I got it in 2011. I talk more about it's origins on my old photo from 2014/2015. Anyways, compared to that old display picture, this one is vastly overcrowded. I have even resorted to using the top of the house for Bratz. Back in the day, I had a collection of My Little Ponies displayed here (they have since moved into the dining room we never use for eating). My 2010 F.M. Cruiser fits perfectly up here with an assortment of party/birthday themed dolls. It does make grabbing dolls from the shelves behind them a little trickier, but not too difficult. I did have to make sure that my 2015 Study Abroad Bratz were sitting, not standing. One time Jade jumped off the shelf and took out Party Sasha who was sitting on the car. That's why Sasha now sits INSIDE the F.M. Cruiser...she was traumatized from the near death experience (Jade was reprimanded for her behavior in case you are wondering). I like how deep this doll house is because I can fit some furniture in here. Most of my displays don't have room for things like that. So I have my childhood bed, all three of my cars, and even a lounger I got at the Salvation Army (which was missing a leg, but I replaced it with a piece of wooden dowel). Granted, I have a spare 2002 F.M. Cruiser, but it's super beat up and not great for display (it's missing the seats and everything). My Bratz cars mean a lot to me since my Dad loved the Rock Angelz one so much. I'm sure if I had the 2002 F.M. Cruiser back when he was alive, he also would have stolen it for his model car display. I can't tell you how many times I walked into my room and found my Bratz dolls dismantled with an empty spot where the Rock Angelz car was! I used to keep things in the drawers of this doll house, but they've been vacated for years. In their old age, they tend to fall apart easily. So everything that was in them has moved into the cubes (I never kept doll stuff in them, just some extra baggies for clothes and pieces to the dollhouse itself which are still in here).

Here you can see the spikes on the burs of this Buffalo Bur plant. If this comes in contact with fabric, the spurs would grab onto the fabric making it difficult to remove safely unless pliers or other tool is used. One couldn't use simple leather gloves due to the penetrating nature of the spikes--very sharp, especially once they dry.

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