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DESIGNATION: Protector-018
NICKNAME: Galaar
RANK: ARC Captain Grade 1
UNIT: Vornskr, First Regiment, "Bralor's First", 253rd Elite Clone Legion
" General Skywalker and the 501st made short work of the Separatist fleet blockading Ryloth. From what I've heard they quite literally crashed right through them, a reckless, but respectable tactic. While it cost the Republic a Venator, it cost Separatist much more. Not only was their fleet destroyed, but much of the Separatist ground troops were now in disarray. We were quick to take advantage of this, launching our gunships as soon as the Praetorian exited hyperspace above Ryloth. Despite the chaos on the ground , Separatist AA emplacements managed to make our decent to the planet's surface bumpier than usual. Once on the ground we proceeded to the 253rds secondary objective, a vineyard just north of Nabat where a Techno Union officer was holed up directing the cities defense. If General Kenobi's assault on the city was to be successful that officer had to go. The trek to the vineyard was both short and uneventful, we remained undetected by the local Separatist garrison and reached the vineyard without incident. The vineyard itself was a massive compound, walled and finely made, it looked out of place when compared to the smaller huts which the locals inhabited. Several workers met us outside the vineyards walls and led us through the compound, allowing us to bypass droid patrols and get to the Techno Union command center undetected. Unfortunately that's where our luck ran out, a panicked Twi'lek worker nearly tackled Lucky to the ground before franticly alerting us to the Techno Union officer's approaching body guards. The HK assassin droids rounded the corner and threw themselves right into my squad cutting down two of my men instantly with electro staffs and blaster fire. Despite their durability and skill, we had both the numbers and superior fire power needed to overwhelm and destroy the ancient assassin droids. Once his body guards had been dealt with, we made our way through the vineyards main structure, dispatching a few B1s on the way. We found the Techno Union Officer on a rooftop, one had on a small hold out blaster and the other fiddling with the gauges on his suit, cautious of the explosion that would result from his suit being breached and exposed to blaster fire, I had my men keep their distance and I dispatched the target with a kinetic projectile, we didn't need him alive after all. From there I had my men spread out and secure the compound while Lucky and I got to work collecting the officers data pads, computers and protocol droid."
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I think I leaned a little too much into the vineyard setting, had way too much fun building the small structure (I think this means I need to build a castle). Anyway, I'm hoping to get a smallish WiD build done sometime in the next week or two (open to ideas, will definitely be a vignette of some sort). So until then, thanks for stopping by and I hope you have a good one!
-Tommy
"What the demon is for the angel. Is the angel for the demon."
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Dress: Sweet Thing. Charisma Mini Dress - Fatpack @ Rewind
Accessories:
Corset Piercings: RealEvil Industries - **RE** Evva Body Corset Piercing
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Wings: Blueberry - Angelberry - RARE - Wings - Pure (2)
Horns: Horns: Plastik - :[P]:- Trinket Horns:// Neutral Pack
Skin: Lumae :: Eirtae - Elanil // Bare
Hair: [taketomi]_Porsha_Bento - Sampler Pack
Hairbase: SIIX// Russian Hairbase
Hands: VISTA - Bento Prohands Fem V.2
Nails: EMPIRE - Almond Nails - Medium *Vista*
Nail Appliers: Plastik - :[P]: Nailpolishes - Cathedral
Ears: BentBox - Sylvan Ears - Small
Eyebrows: Lovely Disarray - The Agitator Eyebrows (Catwa+Omega)
Eyes: Catwa - Animated Eyes & Tears
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Head: Catwa - Catya Bento
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Mist and Sparkles: {anc} mist cloud&nebra beads [sungold]
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Butterflies: Schadenfreude Desat Sulfur Butterflies
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Taken at our Studio and set up by Luna
Poem.
Last snows of spring.
The misty peak of
Stob Coire nan Lochan,
pre-cursor to Bidean nam Bian, 1,150 metres,
hidden from view.
Rugged, raw, rocky valleys,
Raging, tumbling, plunging burns
dive down to the superlative Glencoe, below.
This place gloriously throws the senses into disarray.
This 420 million-year-old remnant of
a supervolcano subsidence caldera,
grabs the heart, mind and soul.
It is magnificent beyond my feeble words.
One panel of a series at the Sanctuary of Athena at Pergamon. On loan from the Pergamon Museum in Berlin for a special show at the Metropolitan Museum of Art, NYC -- July 4, 2016
"Marble balustrade reliefs from the Sanctuary of Athena
Greek, Hellenistic period, ca. 180 B.C.
Discovered at Pergamon, 1878-1886
Ancient Greeks dedicated spoils of war in sanctuaries, a practice echoed in these reliefs that commemorate the military successes of the Attalids. They depict captured weapons and pieces of armor piled in disarray, including various helmets, a horse's head guard with a feathered crest, and other military equipment such as chariots, seen on one slab." -- from the museum description
I took this freshly-emerged Red Admiral as it basked on my garden fence on Saturday. I love Red Admiral as it is the only butterfly in the whole of Europe that is full-on red. We have a few red moths such as Burnets and Cinnabar, but in non-tropical butterflies it is a rare colour. This hadn't occurred to me until I read Peter Marren's excellent "Rainbow Dust: Three Centuries of Delight in British Butterflies". In France it is known as Le Vulcain, after Vulcan, blacksmith of the gods, with the dark forge, fire and splashes of blue-white hot iron. It has always been a butterfly of unpredictable numbers as it migrates from further south and builds up its numbers over each summer. Nabokov (author of Lolita and a great butterfly enthusiast) recalled how vast numbers appeared across the Russian steppes up to the Arctic Circle in 1881, the year that Tsar Alexander II was assassinated which threw the state into disarray. The butterfly was thought as a messenger of death when people noticed a rather shaky figure of eight with a one below (these are the blue bits on the hindwings, clearer in some individuals than others) so has 1881 at the bottom of its wings.
It is a myth that the name Red Admiral is a corruption of Red Admirable. The earliest recorded use of Red Admiral was posthumously by Thomas Moffet in 1634 (Moffat died in 1604 so the name must have been in use by the early seventeenth century). The name Admirable was first used by Benjamin Wilkes (1747-9), then Moses Harris (1775), both more than a century after Admiral.
The scientific name Vanessa atalanta sounds like it is steeped in classical mythology, but this is only partly true. Atalanta was the beautiful and swift huntress who challenged suitors to a race and killed them if they lost. She was eventually beaten by Milanion who threw golden apples in front of her during the race and Atalanta could not resist stopping to gather them. The name Vanessa was given by Fabricius in 1807 after a title character in Jonathan Swift's poem; Cadenus and Vanessa. Nothing to do with classical mythology. This was an autobiographical poem about Esther Vanhomrigh's love for Swift. Esther is Vanessa and Cadenus is Swift.
The National Museum of Cambodia in Phnom Penh is Cambodia's largest museum of cultural history and is the country's leading historical and archaeological museum.
The museum houses one of the world's largest collections of Khmer art, including sculptural, ceramics, bronzes, and ethnographic objects. Its collection includes over 14,000 items, from prehistoric times to periods before, during and after the Khmer Empire, which at its height stretched from Thailand, across present-day Cambodia, to southern Vietnam.
The National Museum of Cambodia is located on Street 13 in central Phnom Penh, to the north of the Royal Palace and on the west side of Veal Preah Man square. The visitors' entrance to the compound is at the corner of Streets 13 and 178. The Royal University of Fine Arts is located on the west side of the museum. The museum is under the authority of the Cambodian Ministry of Culture and Fine Arts. The museum buildings, inspired by Khmer temple architecture, were constructed between 1917 and 1924, the museum was officially inaugurated in 1920, and it was renovated in 1968.
George Groslier (1887–1945), historian, curator and author was the motivating force behind much of the revival of interest in traditional Cambodian arts and crafts, and it was he who designed this building that is today ‘traditional Khmer’ architecture. It is perhaps better described as a building enlarged from Cambodian temple prototypes seen on ancient bas-reliefs and reinterpreted through colonial eyes to meet the museum-size requirements.
The foundation stone for the new museum was laid on 15 August 1917. Some two-and-a-half years later, the completed museum was inaugurated during Khmer New Year on 13 April 1920 in the presence of H.M King Sisowath, François-Marius Baudoin, Résident-supérieur, and M. Groslier, director of Cambodian Arts, and Conservator of the museum.
The original design of the building was slightly altered in 1924 with extensions that added wings at either end of the eastern façade that made the building even more imposing.
Control of the National Museum and Arts Administration was ceded by the French to the Cambodians on 9 August 1951 and following Independence in 1953, the then Musée National de Phnom Penh was the subject of bilateral accords. In 1966 Chea Thay Seng was the first Cambodian Director of the Museum and Dean of the newly created Department of Archaeology at the Royal University of Fine Arts. This university that form its foundation as the Ecole des Arts Cambodgiens in 1920 was intimately linked with students, artisans and teachers who worked to preserve Cambodian cultural traditions, can still be found to the rear of the museum.
During Khmer Rouge regime of 1975-79—devastated all aspects of Cambodian life including the cultural realm. The Museum, along with the rest of Phnom Penh, was evacuated and abandoned. The Museum, closed between 1975 and 1979, and was found in disrepair, its roof rotten and home to a vast colony of bats, the garden overgrown, and the collection in disarray, many objects damaged or stolen. The Museum was quickly tidied up and reopened to the public on April 13, 1979. However, many of the Museum's employees had lost their lives during the Khmer Rouge regime.
Haven't had much time for SL lately, but this new beautiful set from Nutmeg, Grandma's Cottage, inspired me to take a little time to have some fun.
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Nutmeg. Grandma's Cottage Bench Dark PG
Nutmeg. Grandma's Cottage Basket w/Flowers
Nutmeg. Grandma's Cottage Fresh Bread
12. Nutmeg. Garden Getaway Straw Hat
Nutmeg. Disarray Old Jar Plant
Nutmeg. Disarray Wooden Candlestick
Nutmeg. Forgotten Library Book Pile
Nutmeg. Forgotten Library Rose Bonus Item
Nutmeg. Vintage Coffee Pot
Nutmeg. Rustic Industrial Stool Black
Nutmeg. Rug Gray, Group Gift
Camdem - Season Change - 1.Devil's Ivy Long RARE
Heart - Wild Flowers - Quenn Ann's Lace - S2
HPMD* WildGrasses - a
HPMD* Shrub - ygreen*b
Poem.
Last snows of spring.
The misty peak of
Stob Coire nan Lochan,
pre-cursor to Bidean nam Bian, 1,150 metres,
hidden from view.
Rugged, raw, rocky valleys,
Raging, tumbling, plunging burns
dive down to the superlative Glencoe, below.
This place gloriously throws the senses into disarray.
This 420 million-year-old remnant of
a supervolcano subsidence caldera,
grabs the heart, mind and soul.
It is magnificent beyond my feeble words.
“Life is too brief to worry about having a perfect outfit and perfectly coiffed hair. Accept the disarray and grin as you go.” From Oreo Cookie to Muffins. Morning bedhead from the King, Queen and Prince of the king size bed. Baths and a groom today and tomorrow. *yep there are pillows in the window. Whenever our neighbors go out of town, their dog sitter leaves the very bright porch lights on that shine in the clerestory window in our bedroom. So that’s the solution when they are out of town. Real secrets of a Real Life!
St Peter’s, Stourton
The main part of St. Peter’s – the nave, chancel and the tower date from 1291. The oldest monument dates from second half of the 14th century and is most likely that of Maud Badlesmere, wife of the then owner of Stourhead.
The North Aisle was built by the 5th Lord Stourton in the early 15th century and the Baptistry was originally their chantry chapel: his tombstone lies alongside those of many of his family, and it is thought that their family vault lies under the church. Edward, the 6th Lord Stourton and his wife are probably buried there and their ornate tomb chest is by the entrance to the Chancel. They died in 1535, just as Henry VIII severed ties with the Catholic Church, which led to the demise of the Stourton family, who remained staunchly Catholic, and subsequently lost the Estate. The monument shows two lying figures, he armoured and she simply dressed, with 3 small-scale children at their heads, and their coat of arms, which includes the 6 wells of Stourhead to the east. The figures and tomb bear signs of desacratory damage.
In 1717, the Hoare banking family bought the Estate, which had fallen into disarray. The then Henry Hoare (the ‘Good’) put in hand significant improvements to the Church, and the family have continued as major benefactors. The South Aisle was built in 1848 to provide more seating – the population of the village in 1861 was 650 (today it is only 120) – and the three very fine Hoare Memorials were later moved there from the south wall of the Chancel.
Reno Revolted blogged at Strike By Night
Haus of Darcy - Reno Reloaded (New release @ Final Fantasy Festival)
Lovely Disarray - Reno Reloaded (New release @ Final Fantasy Festival)
R3Volt
Glam Affair
Rue
Exxcess
Breach
Fet!sh
SiniStyle
Fear Us
Birdy: Maisie Skin (Group Gift)
Olive: Steffi Hair (Uber Event)
Buzzeri: Elysium Eyes (Uber)
Loud Mouth: Alli
Slink: Hands
Rabu: Leather Fedora
Lovely Disarray: Lilumi Eye Shadow - Innocent
Pink Fuel: Crystal Doll V2 Pink Lip Applier
Dazed: Themis Necklace
Atomic: Basic Crop Top and Lala Skirt (Uber)
Illusion's: Cord Wrap Bracelet
Quirky: Heart Nails
League: Side-Gartered Stockings
Kookie: Armarda Boots (I miss this store.)
The National Museum of Cambodia in Phnom Penh is Cambodia's largest museum of cultural history and is the country's leading historical and archaeological museum.
The museum houses one of the world's largest collections of Khmer art, including sculptural, ceramics, bronzes, and ethnographic objects. Its collection includes over 14,000 items, from prehistoric times to periods before, during and after the Khmer Empire, which at its height stretched from Thailand, across present-day Cambodia, to southern Vietnam.
The National Museum of Cambodia is located on Street 13 in central Phnom Penh, to the north of the Royal Palace and on the west side of Veal Preah Man square. The visitors' entrance to the compound is at the corner of Streets 13 and 178. The Royal University of Fine Arts is located on the west side of the museum. The museum is under the authority of the Cambodian Ministry of Culture and Fine Arts. The museum buildings, inspired by Khmer temple architecture, were constructed between 1917 and 1924, the museum was officially inaugurated in 1920, and it was renovated in 1968.
George Groslier (1887–1945), historian, curator and author was the motivating force behind much of the revival of interest in traditional Cambodian arts and crafts, and it was he who designed this building that is today ‘traditional Khmer’ architecture. It is perhaps better described as a building enlarged from Cambodian temple prototypes seen on ancient bas-reliefs and reinterpreted through colonial eyes to meet the museum-size requirements.
The foundation stone for the new museum was laid on 15 August 1917. Some two-and-a-half years later, the completed museum was inaugurated during Khmer New Year on 13 April 1920 in the presence of H.M King Sisowath, François-Marius Baudoin, Résident-supérieur, and M. Groslier, director of Cambodian Arts, and Conservator of the museum.
The original design of the building was slightly altered in 1924 with extensions that added wings at either end of the eastern façade that made the building even more imposing.
Control of the National Museum and Arts Administration was ceded by the French to the Cambodians on 9 August 1951 and following Independence in 1953, the then Musée National de Phnom Penh was the subject of bilateral accords. In 1966 Chea Thay Seng was the first Cambodian Director of the Museum and Dean of the newly created Department of Archaeology at the Royal University of Fine Arts. This university that form its foundation as the Ecole des Arts Cambodgiens in 1920 was intimately linked with students, artisans and teachers who worked to preserve Cambodian cultural traditions, can still be found to the rear of the museum.
During Khmer Rouge regime of 1975-79—devastated all aspects of Cambodian life including the cultural realm. The Museum, along with the rest of Phnom Penh, was evacuated and abandoned. The Museum, closed between 1975 and 1979, and was found in disrepair, its roof rotten and home to a vast colony of bats, the garden overgrown, and the collection in disarray, many objects damaged or stolen. The Museum was quickly tidied up and reopened to the public on April 13, 1979. However, many of the Museum's employees had lost their lives during the Khmer Rouge regime.
The National Museum of Cambodia in Phnom Penh is Cambodia's largest museum of cultural history and is the country's leading historical and archaeological museum.
The museum houses one of the world's largest collections of Khmer art, including sculptural, ceramics, bronzes, and ethnographic objects. Its collection includes over 14,000 items, from prehistoric times to periods before, during and after the Khmer Empire, which at its height stretched from Thailand, across present-day Cambodia, to southern Vietnam.
The National Museum of Cambodia is located on Street 13 in central Phnom Penh, to the north of the Royal Palace and on the west side of Veal Preah Man square. The visitors' entrance to the compound is at the corner of Streets 13 and 178. The Royal University of Fine Arts is located on the west side of the museum. The museum is under the authority of the Cambodian Ministry of Culture and Fine Arts. The museum buildings, inspired by Khmer temple architecture, were constructed between 1917 and 1924, the museum was officially inaugurated in 1920, and it was renovated in 1968.
George Groslier (1887–1945), historian, curator and author was the motivating force behind much of the revival of interest in traditional Cambodian arts and crafts, and it was he who designed this building that is today ‘traditional Khmer’ architecture. It is perhaps better described as a building enlarged from Cambodian temple prototypes seen on ancient bas-reliefs and reinterpreted through colonial eyes to meet the museum-size requirements.
The foundation stone for the new museum was laid on 15 August 1917. Some two-and-a-half years later, the completed museum was inaugurated during Khmer New Year on 13 April 1920 in the presence of H.M King Sisowath, François-Marius Baudoin, Résident-supérieur, and M. Groslier, director of Cambodian Arts, and Conservator of the museum.
The original design of the building was slightly altered in 1924 with extensions that added wings at either end of the eastern façade that made the building even more imposing.
Control of the National Museum and Arts Administration was ceded by the French to the Cambodians on 9 August 1951 and following Independence in 1953, the then Musée National de Phnom Penh was the subject of bilateral accords. In 1966 Chea Thay Seng was the first Cambodian Director of the Museum and Dean of the newly created Department of Archaeology at the Royal University of Fine Arts. This university that form its foundation as the Ecole des Arts Cambodgiens in 1920 was intimately linked with students, artisans and teachers who worked to preserve Cambodian cultural traditions, can still be found to the rear of the museum.
During Khmer Rouge regime of 1975-79—devastated all aspects of Cambodian life including the cultural realm. The Museum, along with the rest of Phnom Penh, was evacuated and abandoned. The Museum, closed between 1975 and 1979, and was found in disrepair, its roof rotten and home to a vast colony of bats, the garden overgrown, and the collection in disarray, many objects damaged or stolen. The Museum was quickly tidied up and reopened to the public on April 13, 1979. However, many of the Museum's employees had lost their lives during the Khmer Rouge regime.
German type 667 bunker - StP12 Ravenoville St-Hurbert - Utah beach - Normandy, France
Utah Beach - Normandy, France.
Utah beach is the codename for the westernmost of the 5 Allied landing zones during D-day. It is the only beach on the Cotentin peninsula and closest to the vital harbour city of Cherbourg. Together with Omaha beach it is the sector where the American forces were disembarked. The amphibious assault, primarily by the US 4th Infantry Division and 70th Tank Battalion, was supported by airborne landings of the 82nd and 101st Airborne Division. These Airborne troops were dropped on the Cotentin penisula.
In stark contrast with Omaha beach where the landing turned into a near disaster with most of the troops pinned down for hours with heavy losses in both men and material the landings at Utah went relatively smooth. This does not mean the GI's came ashore unopposed: some 200 casualties were suffered by the 4th division.
One of the factors that contributed to this success was that the preliminary bombing of the target areas here was accurate and the German forces - in contrast with what happened at Omaha beach - were in disarray at H-hour, 06:30, when the first wave of 20 landing craft approached the beach. The GI's of the 2nd Battalion, 8th Infantry landed on Uncle Red and Tare Green sectors. What they didn't know initially was that pushed to the south by strong currents they landed some 1.8 kilometres south of their designated landing spot!
Brigadier General Theodore Roosevelt, Jr. was the first high ranking officer that landed and , not discouraged by the dviation, he decided to "start the war from right here". He ordered further landings to be re-routed. As it was this was a good decision because the Americans landed on a relative weak spot in the German defenses. Only one "Widerstandsnest" (WN5) opposed them and it was severely affected by the preliminary bombardments. It took the GI's about an hour to clear the defenses. Today the remains of this German widestandsnest can still be seen and are partly incorporated into the Utah beach museum. Well worth a visit.
After the succesful landings the real difficulties started because of the inundated areas behind the beach and the increasing German resistance which lead to weeks of fighting on the Cotentin peninsula.
On the Photo:
German type R 667 bunker, part of StP12 at Ravenoville St-Hurbert on the coastal road just behind Utah beach. Part of the "Atlantic wall" .
Tonemapped using three (handheld) shots made with a Fuji X-Pro3 and Fujinon 23mm f/2 lens, augustus 2020.
A set of photo's with notes of Utah Beach and the Cotentin peninsula with the Airborne sectors.
Here's the complete set of photo's made on Pointe du Hoc over the past years
My Omaha beach photo's with several viewpoints, panorama shots and notes on the fighting
These are my photo's and notes of the British and Canadian sectors: Gold, Juno and Sword.
Compagnie ACIDU
NAGEUSES SUR BITUME
Cinq femmes en quête de synchronisation
Cinq nageuses synchronisées. Cinq femmes. « Interdites de piscine », elles se retrouvent à la rue et dans la rue, pour manifester leur désarroi, leur colère et leur désir ; sans piscine et sans eau, elles continuent d’avancer, de vivre… Nage ou crève ! Elles s’adaptent, s’inventent un monde afin de nager sur le bitume, dans une piscine remplie d’air, la rue ; aux côtés d’autres nageurs en eaux troubles, les spectateurs.
Company ACIDU
SWIMMERS ON BITUMEN
Five women in search of synchronization
Five synchronized swimmers. Five women. "Forbidden swimming pool", they find themselves in the street and in the street, to show their disarray, their anger and their desire; Without swimming pool and without water, they continue to advance, to live ... Swim or die! They adapt, invent a world in order to swim on the bitumen, in a pool filled with air, the street; Alongside other swimmers in troubled waters, the spectators.
Acidu Unternehmen
Schwimmer auf ASPHALT
Fünf Frauen auf der Suche für die Synchronisation
Fünf Synchronschwimmer . Fünf Frauen. „Forbidden Pool“, finden sie sich auf der Straße und auf der Straße ihre Bestürzung, Wut und den Wunsch zu zeigen; kein Pool und kein Wasser, sie weiterhin nach vorne zu bewegen, zu leben oder sterben ... Swim! Sie passen, erfinden eine Welt auf dem Asphalt schwimmen in einem Pool mit Luft gefüllt ist, die Straße; neben anderen Schwimmern in trüben Gewässern, Zuschauer.
A Major storm hit the Midwest on Saturday February 23rd. The storm dump rain, ice, and snow, followed by high winds. The result left the westside of the state of Iowa in complete disarray. Railroads scrambled to keep lines opened and many were drifted in. The CP ran a wedge plow west on Monday night out of Mason City towards Spencer. West of Cylinder the plow left the tracks in a violate 30 mph derailment. Lucky for the crew, the power stay on the track! Now a Jordan Spreader has left Mason City on Tuesday afternoon to keep trying to get the line open, especially to Hartley where unit trains are needed to be brought in and out. Unfortunately for me a hydraulic issue wasn't letting the crew work the plow, so they were just traveling west. So I cheated and did a crossing drift for some action.
Spending time away from my baby has got me missing her like crazy soo i decided to take some selfies and send them to her. I put on my brand new I See You Undies from Sn@tch, laid on the bed, and started snapping away. I hope she likes them. I'm in her favorite color and since I'm going to be here for a while, I have 11 more colors to take selfies in...lol. Ladies make sure you head down to Sn@tch and pick up your I See You Undies today!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Happy shopping ladies! ☺
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Till Eulenspiegel is an impudent trickster figure originating in Middle Low German folklore. His tales were disseminated in popular printed editions narrating a string of lightly connected episodes that outlined his picaresque career, in Germany, Denmark, the Low Countries, the Czech Republic, Poland and Italy. He made his main entrance in English-speaking culture late in the nineteenth century as "Owlglass". However, he was first mentioned in English literature by Ben Jonson in his comedic play The Alchemist, or even earlier – Owleglasse – by Henry Porter in The Two Angry Women of Abington (1599).
According to the tradition, Eulenspiegel was born in Kneitlingen near Brunswick around 1300.
He travelled through the Holy Roman Empire, especially Northern Germany, but also the Low Countries, Bohemia, and Italy. His mobility as a Landfahrer ("vagrant") allows him to be envisaged anywhere and everywhere in the late Middle Ages.
Since the early 19th century, many German scholars have made attempts to find historical evidence of Till Eulenspiegel's existence. In his 1980 book Till Eulenspiegel, historian Bernd Ulrich Hucker mentions that according to a contemporary legal register of the city of Brunswick one Till van Cletlinge ("Till from/of Kneitlingen") was incarcerated there in the year 1339, along with four of his accomplices, for highway robbery.
While he is unlikely to have been based on a historic person, by the sixteenth century, Eulenspiegel was said to have died in Mölln, near Lübeck and Hamburg, of the Black Death in 1350, according to a gravestone attributed to him there, which was noted by Fynes Moryson in his Itinerary, 1591. "Don't move this stone, let that be clear – Eulenspiegel's buried here" is written on the stone in Low German.
Till Eulenspiegel memorial stone (grave) in Mölln
In the stories, he is presented as a trickster who plays practical jokes on his contemporaries, exposing vices at every turn, greed and folly, hypocrisy and foolishness. As Peter Carels notes, "The fulcrum of his wit in a large number of the tales is his literal interpretation of figurative language." In these stories, anything that can go wrong in communication does go wrong due to the disparity in consciousness. And it is not the exception that communication gives rise to complications; rather, it is the rule. As a model of communication, Till Eulenspiegel is the inherent, unpredictable factor of complication that can throw any communication, whether with oneself or others, into disarray. These irritations, amounting to conflicts, have the potential of effecting mental paradigm changes and increases in the level of consciousness. Although craftsmen are featured as the principal victims of his pranks, neither the nobility nor the pope is exempt from being affected by him.
"General opinion now tends to regard Till Eulenspiegel as an entirely imaginary figure around whose name was gathered a cycle of tales popular in the Middle Ages," Ruth Michaelis-Jena observes. "Yet legendary figures need a definite background to make them memorable and Till needed the reality of the Braunschweig landscape and real towns to which he could travel – Cologne, Rostock, Bremen and Marburg among them – and whose burghers become the victims of his pranks."
Rudolf Steiner writes of the philosophical implications of the legend in extenso in a published 1918 lecture. As part of a stream of consciousness put in the mouth of the character Isis, he observes, for example: "What modern humanity should take as the true remedy for its abstract spirit is depicted on a tombstone in Moelln in the Lauenberg district... Scholars — and scholars are indeed very learned today and take everything with extraordinary gravity and significance — have naturally discovered — oh! they have discovered various things, for example, that Homer didn't really exist. The scholars have naturally also discovered that there was never a Till Eulenspiegel. One of the chief reasons why the actual bones of the actual Till Eulenspiegel (who was supposedly merely the representative of his age) are not supposed to lie beneath the tombstone in Lauenberg on which is depicted the owl with the looking glass, was that another tombstone had been found in Belgium upon which there was an owl with a mirror. Now these learned ones naturally have said — for it is logical, isn't it? (and if they are anything it is logical) — how does it go again in Shakespeare? For they are all honorable men, all, all, all! Logical they all are! — anyway, so they said: If the same sign is found in Lauenberg and in Belgium, then naturally Eulenspiegel never existed at all."
Well hello my Flickr friends!! Bet you thought I was gone for good, huh!! We moved down the weekend of 7/17 – took down all the ceilings (what a project!) and painted the first floor that first week and then Bob had to go back to Augusta to finish up work. I went up that Wed. to help him move the rest of our stuff down on the 23rd. We emptied the Uhaul and POD the following week and then last weekend went back to Augusta to move my daughter Melissa and her family move down to the beautiful home I found for them about 5 minutes away! Oh, and I have been working the entire time except for that first week!
Needless to say – I haven’t had a spare minute – and haven’t shot much but wanted to post this pic of my old bike with the beautiful basket of flowers I added. Bob laughed at me because the house was in total disarray yet I had to have this done immediately!! It’s all about “quaint” for me!! We’re finally set to close on the house this next Wed!! Can’t wait to call it ours! We just love it and the next project is to put hardwoods in the living/dining room and tile the kitchen! Poor Bob, he has a list a mile long!! But he enjoys it!
Love the area, our neighbors have all brought us housewarming goodies – and the weather has been perfect until today – it was gloomy for the first time!! That’s ok, don’t want to get too spoiled!
I am nursing a hurt hand (don’t even know what I did!) – but it hurts to write and type. I will try to post comments in the coming days. Hugs!!!
The Saint Joan of Arc Chapel is believed to have been originally constructed in the early 1500s. Known as the Chapelle de St. Martin de Sayssuel, it was located in Chasse, a small village in the Rhone River Valley. After the French Revolution the small chapel fell into disarray and was neglected until Jacques Couëlle discovered it not long after the end of World War I. In 1926 the chapel was purchased by Mrs. Gertrude Hill Gavin, who arranged for the transfer of the building to her estate on Long Island, NY. In 1927 John Russell Pope drew up reconstruction plans for the chapel, adding the early Gothic altar and the Joan of Arc stone, alleged to be a stone that Joan of Arc kissed after she stood upon it to pray to a statue of Our Lady. It is said ever since that it is colder than the stones surrounding it. At the reconstruction Mrs. Gavin had Charles J. Connick of Boston design and install four stained glass windows that resemble ones of Sainte Chapelle in Paris. In 1962 Mr. and Mrs. Marc B. Rojtman purchased the estate, and in 1964 they presented the chapel, along with numerous furnishings, to Marquette University. The chapel was dismantled over a nine month period in Long Island and moved to Milwaukee in a fleet of trucks each carrying 40,000 pounds. When dismantled, each stone was marked three times to facilitate reconstruction. Architectural plans for the reconstruction were initiated by French architect Lucien David then revised and completed by Ernest Bonnamy. Some changes to the chapel included lengthening and adding windows to the nave, also adding modern conveniences like electric heating. The university also restored the niche and the tomb of Chevalier de Sautereau to its original place on the left side of the chapel while moving the sacristy to the right side.
Named for Saint Joan of Arc, a peasant girl who led the French army to a number of victories during the Hundred Years' War through visions she received from God. Joan was burned at the stake and later declared a martyr. She was beatified in 1909 and canonized in 1920.
I used to see in color
Now it's just a wave of gray
Feel it pull me under
Drowning in the disarray
There's no escape
Ruelle - Closing in.
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Hellooo, aparecendo rapidinho pra postar essa foto da Lotte agora. Foi uma das que eu maaaais gostei do dia do passeio, pq eu amei colocar ela no chão. Apesar que, foi o maior drama por que eu via uma formiga que podia estar lá longe e eu inticava de tentar expulsar aerkgjaerlkgjae
Minha internet ainda não ta boa, na verdade, ela não mudou muito, pelo menos fica alguns minutos ligada e depois cai hahaha *chora*
Fazia um bom tempo que eu procurava uma música que se encaixasse e combinasse com a Lotte e ontem eu achei essa e gostei bastante, aproveitei pra usar e vir postar. Até por quê, eu não sabia que tipo de titulo usar então, caiu como uma luva XDD
E esse frio me derrubou legal, minha sorte é que eu -AINDA- não gripei, mas to com uma crise alergica atacada no nariz que tá me dando nos nervos e não me deixa dormir :'D gosto de frio mas gosto quando tem ao menos um solzinho pra tomar ÇAÇ
Enfim, espero que todos estejam bem, e espero poder ficar mais presente quando e SE essa internet maravilhosa melhorar -qq
Espero que todos tenham um bom resto de semana <33
Cavendish Mews is a smart set of flats in Mayfair where flapper and modern woman, the Honourable Lettice Chetwynd has set up home after coming of age and gaining her allowance. To supplement her already generous allowance, and to break away from dependence upon her family, Lettice has established herself as a society interior designer, so her flat is decorated with a mixture of elegant antique Georgian pieces and modern Art Deco furnishings, using it as a showroom for what she can offer to her well heeled clients.
Yet we are far from London, returning to Wiltshire, where Lettice grew up at Glynes, the grand Georgian family seat of the Chetwynds, and the home of Lettice’s parents, the presiding Viscount and Countess of Wrexham and the heir, their eldest son Leslie. Tonight however, we are not at Glynes, but rather on the neighbouring property adjoining the Glynes estate to the south and are at Garstanton Park, the grand Gothic Victorian home of the Tyrwhitts. Whilst not as old, or as noble a family as the Chetwynds, the Tyrwhitts have been part of the Wiltshire landed gentry for several generations and Lord and Lady Tyrwhitt are as much a part of county society as the Viscount and Countess of Wrexham. The current generation of the two families have grown up as friends with the Viscount and Countess of Wrexham often visiting Lord and Lady Tyrwhitt and conversely. In fact, the families have become so close that Leslie has become engaged to Lord and Lady Tyrwhitt’s only daughter, Arabella, thus guaranteeing a joining of the two great county families.
We find ourselves in the library cum music room of Garstanton Park, the preserve of Lord Sherbourne Tyrwhitt who has always had a voracious appetite for reading, and a great passion for music. In fact, his love of music was how he and his wife, Lady Isobel, met, after attending a piano concert at the newly opened Bechstein Hall* in London in 1899. The library cum music room’s walls are lined with floor to ceiling shelves full of Lord Tyrwhitt’s pride and joy, his enormous library, whilst on the rug covered floor stands his beloved Bechstein** piano covered with photos of his other pride and joy, his family. With the families now officially joined with the forthcoming nuptials of Leslie and Arabella formally announced, Lettice has been invited to a musical evening at Garstanton Park which she has happily agreed to, as she loves the company of Nigel, the Tyrwhitt’s eldest son and Arabella, as well as Lord and Lady Tyrwhitt, who like Gerald’s parents Lord and Lady Bruton, have been honourary uncles and aunts to her. The party is in full swing with cocktails, fortified wine and champagne aiding the high spirits as Nigel plays amusing music hall tunes on his father’s grand piano, accompanied by Arabella, Leslie and Lettice who stand about the piano, all taking turns to choose songs and be Nigel’s page turner as well as singing enthusiastically. The Bright Young Things*** can even occasionally get Lord Tyrwhitt, Lady Isobel and Lettice’s mother Lady Sadie to join in with a few of the less raucous songs.
“What shall we play next?” Arabella asks excitedly as she takes a drains her champagne flute.
“It’s your turn, old boy.” Nigel says to Leslie as he begins to limber up his fingers to play again.
“No, it’s not, Nigel! It’s mine!” cries Lettice.
“No it isn’t, Tice!” retorts her brother. “You chose ‘It's a Bit of a Ruin That Cromwell Knocked About a Bit.****’. It’s mine!”
“Oh, that was ages ago, Leslie.” Lettice pouts, snatching up her own glass of champagne and taking a sip from it.
Always the gentle adjudicator ever since they were children, Arabella says in a soothing purr, “Ages ago or not, Nigel’s right, it’s Leslie’s turn Tice.”
“You’re just standing up for him, Bella, because he is your intended now,” Lettice replies playfully.
“That’s not true!” laughs Arabella. “That’s jolly unfair!”
The two giggle together whilst Leslie shuffles through a pile of music sheets that lie in disarray across one of the comfortable gold striped armchairs next to the piano.
“It’s good to see your Leslie and our Bella looking so happy together,” Lady Isobel remarks with a wistfulness to her voice as she sits on the gold sofa that she shares with Lady Sadie. “I’m just sorry Cosmo couldn’t bear witness to it too this evening.”
“Oh now! Come, come my lamb,” Lord Tyrwhitt remarks kindly from his favourite reading chair in the corner of the room, reaching over his glass of rich burgundy and Lady Isobel’s champagne flute, gently squeezing his wife’s delicate hand with paper thin, almost translucent skin, comfortingly. “You mustn’t be sorry that our Bella is getting married. As the old adage goes, we aren’t losing a daughter, but gaining a son.”
“Oh I know Sherbourne. I’m not. I’m very happy for Arabella, oh, and Leslie too,” she adds quickly, looking across at Lady Sadie. “It’s just…”
“I know my dear Isobel,” Lady Sadie assures her friend, patting her on the other hand. “I felt the same when Lally married Charles. You don’t regret your daughters marrying, but you miss having them around the house.”
“Yes, that’s it, exactly Sadie. I shall miss her when she isn’t here any longer.” She sniffs and withdraws her hands from Sadie’s and her husband’s grasps, pulling a lace handkerchief from the long sleeve of her deep blue evening gown, hurriedly shoving it beneath her nose as she sobs, looking at Arabella leaning into Leslie as he lovingly drapes a protective arm around her whilst he fossicks through the sheet music with his free right hand.
“She won’t be far away, Isobel,” Lady Sadie assures her. “She’ll only be across the way in the Glynes Dower House. You can practically walk there.”
“It’s good of you to give them that to live in, Sadie.” Lord Tyrwhitt picks up his glass and cradles it thoughtfully in his hand.
“Oh, it’s a pleasure, Sherbourne. It’s only sitting there idol for now, and it will suit the two lovebirds to have a home of their own to begin with, before they inherit Glynes. Besides, it will be good to have someone living in the house until it’s ready for me.”
“Oh you mustn’t talk like that, Sadie!” Isobel gasps. “Cosmo is well, isn’t he?”
“Aside from the head cold that has kept him in bed for tonight, yes perfectly, Isobel. I’m just being pragmatic is all. It may happen one day. Besides, if Cosmo is to precede me and I am to become the Dowager Countess, I’d rather move into a house that isn’t decorated with his sister’s dreadful daubs!”
“But I thought Eglantine was quite an accomplished artist,” Lord Tyrwhitt remarks.
“It depends on your interpretation of art, Sherbourne” quips Lady Sadie.
“I always quite liked her watercolours of flowers when we were young.” he adds thoughtfully.
“You haven’t seen her work inspired by those Modernists at the Slade School of Art***** daubed all over the walls of the room she used as a studio during the war.” humphs Lady Sadie, screwing up her nose in distaste. “Sunset filled landscapes featuring twee characters dancing across it, supposedly influenced by the landscapes and folklore of Wiltshire. Morris Dancers, Stonehenge druids and white chalk horses.”
“Sounds rather intriguing to me,” Lord Tyrwhitt replies kindly.
“Naïve is what I call it!” retorts Lady Sadie with a snort of derision. “The liberties that woman took when she lived there during the war. Do you know that she brought her German staff with her and hid them in the Dower House?”
“They were Swiss-German, Sadie,” Lady Isobel corrects her friend. “And yes, I did know because I visited her at the Dower House.”
“They still spoke German,” argues Sadie. “She could have brought shame to the family, bringing potential German spies to Glynes like that.”
“And she only brought them to Glynes with her because she was afraid they would be, incorrectly,” Lady Isobel puts emphasis on the final word, pausing for effect, before continuing, “Labled as German spies, when in fact they were just simple Swiss domestics. Really Sadie! Next you’ll be saying there was a German recording device in Sherbourne’s Bechstein between 1914 and 1918! I’m surprised at your hostility to them.”
Lady Sadie’s eyes grow wide as she splutters in an unsuccessful defence, “They could have been spies, Isobel.”
“Well, I always liked Eglantine’s work,” Lord Tyrwhitt concludes, determined to change the subject. “Even if it isn’t to your taste, Sadie my dear.”
“You always had a soft spot for her Sherbourne, just like Cosmo did, and still does.” Lady Sadie scoffs. She turns to Lady Isobel. “She always was a beguiling creature with her Titian hair and green eyes. You’re lucky Sherbourne only had eyes for you, dear Isobel.”
“Sounds like someone else has green eyes,” remarks Lady Isobel under her breath with a secret smile, shared quietly with a loving glance at her husband.
“Aha!” Leslie cries triumphantly. “I have it!” He withdraws a sheet of music from amongst the pile. He hands it to Nigel.
“The Wibbly Wobbly Walk!******” laughs Nigel as he looks at the bright yellow and blue printed cover of the well worn sheet music. “Grand choice old boy! Bravo!” He opens the pages on the music stand in front of him. “Bella, will you do the honours?”
“Of course Nigel,” Arabella replies as she slips alongside him.
With a trill, Nigel gathers everyone’s attention and begins to play the piano as he sings the opening to the song.
“Now, have you ever heard about the Wibbley, Wobbley Walk?
Well, just in case you've not, I'll tell you on the spot!
The Wibbley, Wobbley Walk is just another kind of way,
Of saying that the b'hoys are out upon their holiday.
And note that half a dozen fellas out upon the spree,
In half a dozen minutes, they're full of jollity.”
Then with loud and carefree abandon, Lettice, Leslie and Arabella all join in on the chorus,
“So they all walk the Wibbley Wobbley Walk,
And they all talk the Wibbley Wobbley talk.
And they all wear Wibbley Wobbley ties,
And wink at all the pretty girls with Wibbley Wobbley eyes!
They all smile the Wibbley Wobbley Smile,
When the day is dawning!
Then all through the Wibbley Wobbley Walk,
They get a wibbley wobbley feeling in the morning.”
As they sing, Lady Isobel starts to cough, muffling her throaty gasps with her handkerchief so as not to disturb the fun and frivolity of the young people who stand oblivious about the piano. Quickly putting her hock and seltzer aside on the edge of the table being used for drinks, Lady Sadie wraps her arm around her friend, whilst Lord Tyrwhitt leans forward and takes her outstretched hand.
“Isobel!” Sadie gasps.
“Just try and catch your breath, my lamb.” Lord Tyrwhitt encourages his wife with a serious and steady gaze as he squeezes her fingers whilst her cough gets heavier and stronger.
“At the seaside health resort you see some gay old…” Nigel begins the first line of the next stanza of the song, but his voice falls away quickly and his fingers pause over the piano keys as he, Arabella, Lettice and Leslie all suddenly become aware of Lady Isobel’s coughing fit.
“Mummy!” gasps Arabella in horror, dropping the page of the music sheet and leaving Leslie’s and Nigel’s sides as she drops to her knees on the carpet before her mother. “Mummy!”
“It’s just another of your mother’s coughing fits, Bella my dear.” her father assures her. “Just give her a minute and she’ll be right as rain again.”
“Here Father, give her this!” Nigel hands a quickly poured glass of water to his father, which he gives to his wife.
Taking it gratefully in her shaking hand, Isobel takes a few gulps and sits back in her seat on the sofa, wheezing and still coughing, but less severely. She presses her free slender bejewelled hand to the beaded chest of her dress and gasps for air.
“Stand back everyone,” Leslie says urgently, gently pulling his fiancée away from the feet of her mother, backing away with Nigel and Lettice. “Let’s give Auntie Isobel some air.”
After a few tense moments, Lady Isobel has enough air in her lungs to wheeze weakly, “You’ll have to… get used… to calling me your mother-in-law… Leslie dear. People will… think it odd that… your aunt is… also your… mother-in-law.”
The party release a combined held breath and laugh with a mixture of nervous and relieved chuckles and titters at her remark.
“I told you she would be alright,” Lord Tyrwhitt says, smiling at his wife.
“I am,” she concurs, taking a larger mouthful of water. “But I think it is my signal to retire for the evening.” She swallows a few times. “I’m sorry to spoil the frivolity, but I hope you’ll forgive me.”
“Oh don’t be sorry, Mummy.” Arabella says, coming forward again and kneeling before her mother.
“You’re a good girl, Bella,” she pats her daughter’s hand with her own as the young girl’s rests on her knee. “You’ll make Leslie a very fine wife.”
“And don’t we know it,” Lady Sadie says with a rare broad smile. “If we don’t hear it enough from Leslie when we are at Glynes,” She looks to her son, who blushes at the remark. “Then we hear of your virtues from his father. You’ve won the hearts of the two most important men on the Glynes estate, my dear.” She reaches out and caresses Isobella’s chin lovingly with her fingers, gazing at her future daughter-in-law with genuine affection. “And mine.”
Lettice feels as though she has just been stung by a hot poker as she witnesses the gaze and gentle touch her mother lavishes upon her future daughter-in-law: such affection never bestowed upon her. Whilst she doesn’t resent Arabella, for she is a genuinely kind person and Lettice firmly believes her mother’s words that she will make a good wife for Leslie, it still hurts her that Arabella should be granted the approval she has so sorely sought from her mother throughout all her life.
“Now,” Lady Isobel announces. “Before I retire, I should very much like to hear you sing, dear Lettice. You have such a pretty voice, and I should like to hear something a little less irreverent played on your father’s beloved Bechstein, Nigel.”
“Yes Mummy!” Nigel laughs good naturedly.
“Come on Bella,” Lettice says, reaching out her hand to her friend. “Come help me pick out something that your mother will like.”
Whilst the two girls return to the piles of sheet music, Nigel to the piano and Leslie by his side, Lady Sadie and Lord Tyrwhitt look on with concern at Lady Isobel as she settles back into the pile of cushions at her back.
“It’s just a result of the radiotherapy******* Sadie, nothing to worry about.” Lady Isobel says with a dismissive wave of her hand.
“Is it helping with the cancer?” she asks.
“Who knows?” the other woman shrugs and lifts her hands, the sequined lace shawl falling from about her shoulders as she does so. “It makes me feel sick enough, and don’t they say that things you don’t like are good for you?” Looking over at her children and those of Lady Sadie, she continues, “I’d just like to live long enough to see Arabella, and Nigel married. I’m just thankful Lettice has offered to help Arabella shop for her trousseau up in London. I’m not well enough to make the journey up to town.”
“I don’t know if I’d be too happy that my youngest is helping her shop. Goodness knows what her trousseau will look like.” Lady Sadie remarks disparagingly.
“Something modern and young, I should imagine Sadie dear,” Lady Isobel replies. “Just as it should be.”
“Here we are!” Lettice announces as Arabella takes a book of music with a prettily decorated cover over to her brother at the piano. “Something a little less irreverent for Uncle Sherbourne’s piano and Aunt Isobel’s ears.”
There are conspiratorial whispers at the piano between brother and sister as Lettice comes to stand beside Nigel, resting her hand lightly on the piano’s surface before he begins playing the opening to ‘I Dreamt That I Dwelt in Marble Halls’********.
With her beautiful singing voice, Lettice begins the opening stanza of the song.
“I dreamt I dwelt in marble halls
With vassals and serfs at my side.
And of all who assembled within those walls,
That I was the hope and the pride.
I had riches all too great to count,
And a high ancestral name.”
As she sings, Arabella nestles back into Leslie’s arms, Lord Tyrwhitt cradles his glass of wine without drinking it and Lady Sadie leans forward in her seat, proud of her daughter’s musical accomplishment, although she would never admit it to her.
Shrewdly observing Nigel’s occasional gaze at Lettice as he plays and she sings, Lady Isobel leans forward and whispers discreetly to Lady Sadie, “I don’t suppose there is any chance that your Lettice might take a shine to our Nigel?”
“If that ship was to sail, it would have happened long before now, Isobel, and well you know it.” Lady Sadie turns to her friend, a consoling look in her eyes, “I’m sorry my dear, but as you saw at the Hunt Ball, Lettice seems to have turned her attentions to the Duke of Walmsford’s eldest, Selwyn Spencely, and I’m not unhappy about that.” Turning back to her daughter, her mouth twists with disapproval. “Even if she insists on managing her romantic attentions herself, rather than leaving it to me. Marriages are made by mothers, you silly girl.”
“Yes,” sighs Lady Isobel heavily. “I did notice where here attentions went that night. I’m pleased for you Sadie, and hope that it all works out. Imagine your youngest one day, a duchess. I on the other hand, would just like to see Nigel settled to some nice young lady of any respectable rank or station before I die.”
“And you will, Isobel. I’m sure of it. Perhaps another Season in London might help now that the Season is back in full swing after the war.”
The two women turn back as Lettice as she finishes the song.
“But I also dreamt which charmed me most
That you loved me still the same
That you loved me
You loved me still the same,
That you loved me
You loved me still the same.”
*Wigmore Hall is a concert hall located at 36 Wigmore Street, London. Originally called Bechstein Hall, it specialises in performances of chamber music, early music, vocal music and song recitals. It is widely regarded as one of the world's leading centres for this type of music and an essential port of call for many of the classical music world's leading stars. With near-perfect acoustic, the Hall quickly became celebrated across Europe and featured many of the great artists of the 20th century. Today, the Hall promotes 550 concerts a year and broadcasts a weekly concert on BBC Radio 3. The Hall also promotes an extensive education programme throughout London and beyond and has a huge digital broadcasting arm, which includes the Wigmore Hall Live Label and many live streams of concerts.
**C. Bechstein Pianoforte AG (also known as Bechstein), is a German manufacturer of pianos, established in 1853 by Carl Bechstein (1826 – 1900).
***The Bright Young Things, or Bright Young People, was a nickname given by the tabloid press to a group of Bohemian young aristocrats and socialites in 1920s London.
****’It's a Bit of a Ruin That Cromwell Knocked About a Bit’ is a song written by Harry Bedford and Terry Sullivan sung by the famous British music hall performer Marie Lloyd in the early 1900s.
*****Established by lawyers and philanthropist Felix Slade in 1868, Slade School of Fine Art is the art school of University College London and is based in London, England. It has been ranked as the United Kingdom’s top art and design educational institution. The school is organised as a department of University College London's Faculty of Arts and Humanities. Two of its most important periods were immediately before, and immediately after, the turn of the twentieth century. It had such students as Dora Carrington, Mark Gertler, Paul Nash, C.R.W. Nevinson and Stanley Spencer.
******’They All Walk the Wibbly Wobbly Walk’ is a song written by Paul Pelham and J. P. Long sung by the famous British music hall performer Mark Sheridan in 1912. It was a song often sung during the Great War, and associated by the British general public with the survivors of the conflict who trembled due to shell shock or had misshapen walks thanks to injuries inflicted upon them.
*******By the 1920s radiotherapy was well developed with the use of X-rays and radium. There was an increasing realisation of the importance of accurately measuring the dose of radiation and this was hampered by the lack of good apparatus. The science of radiobiology was still in its infancy and increasing knowledge of the biology of cancer and the effects of radiation on normal and pathological tissues made an enormous difference to treatment. Treatment planning began in this period with the use of multiple external beams. The X-ray tubes were also developing with replacement of the earlier gas tubes with the modern Coolidge hot-cathode vacuum tubes. The voltage that the tubes operated at also increased and it became possible to practice ‘deep X-ray treatment’ at 250 kV. Sir Stanford Cade published his influential book “Treatment of Cancer by Radium” in 1928 and this was one of the last major books on radiotherapy that was written by a surgeon.
********"I Dreamt I Dwelt in Marble Halls", or "The Gipsy Girl's Dream", is a popular aria from The Bohemian Girl, an 1843 opera by Michael William Balfe, with lyrics by Alfred Bunn. It is sung in the opera by the character Arline, who is in love with Thaddeus, a Polish nobleman and political exile. It became a stalwart in the repertoire of young Victorian and Edwardian girls who often learned to play the piece on the piano and to sing it, if they had the aptitude for the latter.
Cluttered with books and with art on the walls, Garstanton Park’s library cum music room with its typical English country house furnishings is different from what you might think, for it is made up entirely of 1:12 size dollhouse miniatures from my collection, including pieces from my own childhood.
Fun things to look for in this tableau include:
The majority of the books that you see lining the shelves of the library cum music room are 1:12 size miniatures made by the British miniature artisan Ken Blythe. Ken Blythe was famous in miniature collectors’ circles mostly for the miniature books that he made: all being authentically replicated 1:12 scale miniatures of real volumes. I have quite a large representation of Ken Blythe’s work in my collection. However, he did not make books exclusively. He also made other small pieces like the sheet music you see scattered on the carpeted floor and across the arm and seat of the armchair closest to the camera. The book that rests upright against the armchair is a book of romantic ballads published in 1805. To create something so authentic to the original in such detail and so clearly, really does make these miniature artisan pieces. Ken Blythe’s work is highly sought after by miniaturists around the world today and command high prices at auction for such tiny pieces, particularly now that he is no longer alive. I was fortunate enough to acquire pieces from Ken Blythe prior to his death about four years ago and through his estate courtesy of the generosity of his daughter and son-in-law. His legacy will live on with me and in my photography which I hope will please his daughter.
The grand piano and matching stool appearing in the midground is a 1:12 miniature piece I have had since I was a teenager. It is covered in family photos, all of which are all real photos, produced to high standards in 1:12 size on photographic paper by Little Things Dollhouse Miniatures in Lancashire. The frames are from various suppliers, but all are metal. The very lifelike daffodils are made of polymer clay they are moulded on wires to allow them to be shaped at will and put into individually formed floral arrangements. They are made by a 1:12 miniature specialist in Germany. The empty champagne and wine glasses all of which are made of hand blown glass were made by Beautifully Handmade Miniatures in Kettering. The full glasses of champagne and red wine were made by Karen Lady Bug Miniatures in England.
The soda siphons on the silver tray to the left of the photo were made by Beautifully Handmade Miniatures in Kettering, whilst the container of ice and tongs is made by M.W. Reutter Porzellanfabrik in Germany, who specialise in making high quality porcelain miniatures. The silver champagne bucket is made by Warwick Miniatures in Ireland, who are well known for the quality and detail applied to their pieces. The bottle of Deutz and Geldermann champagne. It is an artisan miniatures and made of glass and has real foil wrapped around its neck. It was made by Little Things Dollhouse Miniatures in Lancashire.
The chairs and sofa in the library cum music room are made by the high-quality miniature furniture manufacturer, Bespaq. The ebonised ornate occasional table I acquired Kathleen Knight’s Doll House Shop in the United Kingdom as I did the table in the foreground on which the drinks tray stands.
The carpet beneath the furniture is hand made by Mackay and Gerrish in Sydney, Australia.
In the background you can see the book lined shelves as well as a Renaissance portrait of a young nobleman in a gold frame from Marie Makes in the United Kingdom, and a hand painted blue and white ginger jar from Kathleen Knight’s Doll House Shop in the United Kingdom which stands on a Bespaq plant stand.
The gold flocked Edwardian wallpaper is beautiful hand impressed paper given to me by a friend, which inspired the whole “Cavendish Mews – Lettice Chetwynd” series.
Nikon L35AF
Portra 400
Taken in 2020. Hopefully this hike gets permitted soon, as I've heard the lakeshore has fallen into disarray from disrespectful and ignorant hikers.
"In moments of disarray
Succumbing to the games we play
To make sure that it's real
But everything changes"
- From Staind
- You may View this in black
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It's 3AM And I am laying wide-awake And I can’t sleep for the noise inside my head The world vibrating With a cruel cacophony Flooded with the thoughts my mind has bled The restless furor Of a thousand racing thoughts Swarms around me like a vulture circles prey In the darkness No one else can hear a sound But I am deafened by this ceaseless disarray I could scream myself to sleep If it would shatter the illusion But I can't give in to this It's the noise that makes me human Waking life Like a movie on a screen Running backwards as the film starts to unthread A wall of violence Bounding forward through the peace With no regard for what might lie ahead An infestation Of arbitrary thought Washes over me in paralyzing waves My defenses Battered by the driving storm Isolated – waiting to be saved I could scream myself to sleep If it would shatter the illusion But I can't give in to this It's the noise that makes me human It's much too late And I am slowly losing ground A prisoner to the noise inside my head Disconnected I am trapped within myself Held captive by a tide that never ebbs I could scream myself to sleep If it would shatter the illusion But I can't give in to this It's the noise that makes me human
Early life
Ziaur Rahman was born in the village of Bagbari in the Bogra District of the province of Bengal (now in northwest Bangladesh), although by some other accounts he was born in the city of Calcutta. His father, Mansur Rahman, was a chemist working for a government department in Kolkata. Zia's childhood was divided between living in the village and the city. He was later enrolled into the Hare School in Kolkata. With the partition of India in 1947, Mansur Rahman opted to join the new Muslim state of Pakistan, moving his family to East Pakistan. The family later moved to Karachi, the national capital located in West Pakistan, where Mansur Rahman had been transferred to work for the Government of Pakistan. Zia was enrolled in the Academy School in Karachi. Zia spent his adolescent years in Karachi and enrolled in the D. J. College there in 1953. In the same year, he entered the Pakistan Military Academy in Kakul as an officer cadet. He was commissioned as a second lieutenant in the Pakistan Army in 1955. After serving for two years in Karachi, he was transferred to the East Bengal Regiment in 1957. From 1959 to 1964 he worked in the department of military intelligence. In 1960, his marriage was arranged to Khaleda Zia, a young Bengali girl from the Dinajpur District who was 15 years old. Khaleda Zia remained with her parents in East Pakistan to complete her studies and joined her husband in Karachi in 1965. During the Indo-Pakistani War of 1965, Zia served in the Khemkaran sector in Punjab as the commander of a company unit of 300–500 soldiers. The sector was the scene of the most intense battles between the rival armies. Zia's unit won one of the highest numbers of gallantry awards for heroic performances. Ziaur Rahman himself won the distinguished and prestigious Hilal-e-Jurat medal , and his unit won 7 Sitara-e-Jurat medals and 12 Tamgha-e-Jurat medals for their brave roles in the 1965 War with India. In 1966, Zia was appointed military instructor at the Pakistan Military Academy, later going on to attend the prestigious Command and Staff College in Quetta, where he completed a course in command and tactical warfare. Advocating that the Pakistan Army make greater efforts to recruit and encourage Bengali military officers, Zia helped raise two Bengali battalions during his stint as instructor. Trained for high-ranking command posts, Zia joined the 2nd East Bengal regiment as its second-in-command at Joydevpur in 1969. Although sectarian tensions between East and West Pakistan were intensifying, Zia travelled to West Germany to receive advanced military and command training with the German Army. Zia returned to Pakistan the following year, and witnessed political turmoil and regional division. East Pakistan had been devastated by the 1970 Bhola cyclone, and the population had been embittered by the slow response of the central government. The political conflict between Sheikh Mujibur Rahman's Awami League, which had won a majority in the 1970 elections, the President Yahya Khan and West Pakistani politician Zulfikar Ali Bhutto had brought sectarian tensions to a climax. Sheikh Mujib laid claim to form a government, but Yahya Khan postponed the convening of the legislature under pressure from West Pakistani politicians. Bengali civil and military officers had alleged institutional discrimination through the 1960s, and now distrust had divided the Pakistani Army. Upon his return, Zia attained the rank of Major and was transferred to the 8th East Bengal regiment stationed in Chittagong to serve as its second-in-command.
Sector Commander of Bangladesh Liberation Forces
Following the failure of last-ditch talks, Yahya Khan declared martial law and ordered the army to crack down on Bengali political activities. Before his arrest, Sheikh Mujib declared the independence of Bangladesh on March 26, 1971 and exhorted the people of East Pakistan to resist the army. One of the highest-ranking Bengali officers, Zia led his unit in mutiny of the Pakistan Army, killing the West Pakistani officers and capturing a radio station in Kalurghat near Chittagong and calling it the Shadhin Bangla Betar Kendro. On March 27, addressing the people via radio, Zia delivered Sheikh Mujib's address and declared independence on his behalf and pronounced himself "Head of the Republic": This is Shadhin Bangla Betar Kendro. I, Major Ziaur Rahman, at the direction of Bangobondhu Sheikh Mujibur Rahman, hereby declare that the independent People's Republic of Bangladesh has been established. At his direction, I have taken command as the temporary Head of the Republic. In the name of Sheikh Mujibur Rahman, I call upon all Bengalis to rise against the attack by the West Pakistani Army. We shall fight to the last to free our Motherland. By the grace of Allah, victory is ours. Joy Bangla Zia was appointed commander of Mukti Bahini (Liberation Army) forces in the Chittagong Hill Tracts, working under General M. A. G. Osmani, the supreme commander. He worked to provide support and resources to the Mukti Bahini guerilla force and coordinate attacks against the West Pakistani army. At a later phase of the war, Zia travelled across the border into India to receive military resources and training for his troops. Zia also helped coordinate the work of Bangladesh's government-in-exile of Mujibnagar. On June 1, 1971 Zia became the commander of the first conventional brigade of the Mukti Bahini, which was named "Z Force," after the first initial of his name. This brigade consisted of 1st, 3rd and 8th East Bengali regiments, enabling Zia to launch major attacks on Pakistani forces. During the war his family was placed under house arrest. The guerrilla war continued until the direct intervention of the Indian Army, which captured Dhaka and forced the surrender of Pakistani forces on December 16, 1971. Upon his release, Sheikh Mujib assumed charge of the new state's government, and the Indian Army transferred control to the newly-formed Bangladesh Army on March 17, 1972. Having earned a reputation for courageous leadership during the war, Zia was awarded the Bir Uttom, the second-highest military honour. He was given command of a brigade stationed in Comilla, and in June he was appointed deputy chief of army staff. He was later promoted to the rank of Major General by the end of 1973. As a high-ranking commander, Zia oversaw the training and development of the army.
Coup of 1975 and its aftermath
By 1975, Sheikh Mujib's assumption of dictatorial powers had disillusioned and angered many Bangladeshis, including army officers. On August 15, 1975 Sheikh Mujib and his family were murdered by a group of military officers. One Sheikh Mujib's cabinet ministers Khondaker Mostaq Ahmad was appointed the president and, subsequently, Major General Ziaur Rahman was appointed as the chief of army staff after removal of Major General Shafiullah. It is not known if Zia had himself helped plot the coup against Sheikh Mujib, but he had now become one of the most powerful men in the nation. However, the coup caused a period of instability and unrest in Bangladesh. Brigadier Khaled Mosharraf and the Dhaka Brigade under Colonel Shafat Jamil made a counter-coup on November 3, 1975, and Ziaur Rahman was forced to resign and was put under house arrest. A third coup was staged under Colonel Abu Taher and a group of socialist military officers and supporters of the left-wing Jatiyo Samajtantrik Dal on November 7, called the Sipoy-Janata Biplob (Soldiers and People's Coup). Brigadier Mosharraf was killed and Colonel Jamil arrested, while Colonel Taher freed Ziaur Rahman and re-appointed him as army chief. Following a major meeting at the army headquarters, an interim government was formed with Justice Abu Sadat Mohammad Sayem as chief martial law administrator and Zia, Air Vice Marshal M. G. Tawab and Rear Admiral M. H. Khan as his deputies. Zia also took on the portfolios of finance, home affairs, industry and information along with becoming the army chief of staff. Fearing that Abu Taher, a well-known socialist, would attempt to organise another revolt, Zia ordered his arrest. Following a secret trial in a military court, Zia authorised the execution of Colonel Taher on July 21, 1976. Zia became the chief martial law administrator (CMLA) following Justice Sayem's elevation to the presidency on November 19, 1976. He tried to integrate the armed forces, giving repatriates a status appropriate to their qualifications and seniority. While this angered some veterans of the Mukti Bahini, who had rapidly reached high positions, Zia defused potential threats from discontented officers by sending them on diplomatic missions abroad.
President of Bangladesh
Major General Ziaur Rahman became the 6th President of Bangladesh on April 21, 1977 following Justice Sayem's resignation on grounds of "ill health," which many believed was simply a pretext for Zia's rise to power with the army's backing. Although Sayem had held the title of president, historians believe it was Zia who exercised real power. Sayem had promised early elections, but Zia postponed the plans. The years of disorder had left most of Bangladesh's state institutions in disarray, with constant threats of military coups amidst strikes and protests. Assuming full control of the state, Zia banned political parties, censored the media, re-imposed martial law and ordered the army to arrest dissidents. Martial law restored order across the country to a large measure, although Zia crushed several attempted uprisings with ruthless measures. In late September 1977, a group of Japanese Red Army terrorists hijacked an airplane and forced it to land in Dhaka. On September 30, while the attention of the government was riveted on this event, a mutiny broke out in Bogra. Although the mutiny was quickly quelled on the night of October 2, a second mutiny occurred in Dhaka. The mutineers unsuccessfully attacked Zia's residence, captured Dhaka Radio for a short time and killed a number of air force officers at Dhaka international airport, where they were gathered for negotiations with the hijackers. The army quickly put down the rebellion, but the government was severely shaken. Government intelligence had failed and Zia promptly dismissed both the military and the civilian intelligence chiefs. Special tribunals dealt harshly with the large groups of bandits, smugglers and guerrilla bands operating across the country. The size of Bangladeshi police forces was doubled and the strength of the army increased from 50,000 to 90,000 soldiers.
Domestic and foreign policies
Zia had taken charge of a nation suffering from severe poverty, chronic unemployment, shortages and economic stagnation. Muting the state's commitment to socialism, Zia announced a "19-point programme" which emphasised self-reliance, rural development, decentralisation and population control. Zia worked energetically and spent much of his time traveling throughout the country, preaching the "politics of hope" by continually urging all Bangladeshis to work harder and to produce more. Zia focused on boosting agricultural and industrial production, especially in food and grains, and to integrate rural development through a variety of programs, of which population planning was the most important. Working with the proposals of international lending agencies, he launched an ambitious rural development program in 1977, which included a highly visible and popular food-for-work program. He promoted private sector development, exports growth and the reversing of the collectivisation of farms. His government reduced quotas and restrictions on agriculture and industrial activities. Zia launched major projects to construct irrigation canals, power stations, dams, roads and other public works. Directing his campaign to mobilise rural support and development, Zia established Gram Sarkar (Village Councils) system of self-government and the "Village Defence Party" system of security and crime prevention. Programmes to promote primary and adult education on a mass scale were initiated and focused mainly across rural Bangladesh. During this period, Bangladesh's economy achieved fast economic and industrial growth. Zia began reorienting Bangladesh's foreign policy, addressing the concerns of nationalists who believed that Bangladesh was reliant on Indian economic and military aid. Zia withdrew from his predecessors' affinity with the Soviet bloc, developing closer relations with the United States and Western Europe. Zia also moved to harmonise ties with Saudi Arabia and the People's Republic of China, who had opposed Bangladesh's creation and had not recognised it till 1975. Zia also dropped the demands of reparations and an official apology demanded by Sheikh Mujib and moved to normalise relations with Pakistan. While distancing Bangladesh from India, Zia sought to improve ties with other Islamic nations. Zia's move towards Islamic state policies improved the nation's standing in the Middle East. Zia also proposed an organisation of the nations of South Asia to bolster economic and political co-operation at a regional level. This proposal materialised in 1985 with the creation of the South Asia Association for Regional Cooperation in Dhaka.
Islam and nationalism
Zia moved to lead the nation in a new direction, significantly different from the ideology and agenda of Sheikh Mujib. He issued a proclamation order amending the constitution, increasing the direct influence and role of Islam on the government. In the preamble, he inserted the salutation "Bismillahir-Rahmaanir-Rahim" (In the name of Allah, the Beneficent, the Merciful). In Article 8(1) and 8(1A) the statement "absolute trust and faith in Almighty Allah" was added, replacing the commitment to secularism. Socialism was redefined as "economic and social justice." Zia further introduced provisions to allow Muslims to practice the social and legal injunctions of the Shariat and Sunnah. In Article 25(2), Zia introduced the principle that "the state shall endeavour to consolidate, preserve and strengthen fraternal relations among Muslim countries based on Islamic solidarity." Zia's edits to the constitution redefined the nature of the republic from the secularism laid out by Sheikh Mujib and his supporters. Islamic religious education was introduced as a compulsory subject in Bangladeshi schools, with provisions for non-Muslim students to learn of their own religions. In public speeches and policies that he formulated, Zia began expounding "Bangladeshi nationalism," as opposed to Mujib's assertion of a Bengali national identity. Zia emphasised the national role of Islam (as practised by the majority of Bangladeshis). Claiming to promote an inclusive national identity, Zia reached out to non-Bengali minorities such as the Santals, Garos, Manipuris and Chakmas, as well as the Urdu-speaking peoples of Bihari origin. However, many of these groups were predominantly Hindu and Buddhist and were alienated by Zia's promotion of political Islam. In an effort to promote cultural assimilation and economic development, Zia appointed a Chittagong Hill Tracts Development Commission in 1976, but resisted holding a political dialogue with the representatives of the hill tribes on the issue of autonomy and cultural self-preservation. On July 2, 1977 Ziaur Rahman organised a tribal convention to promote a dialogue between the government and tribal groups. However, most cultural and political issues would remain unresolved and intermittent incidents of inter-community violence and militancy occurred throughout Zia's rule.
Dusk in Fall 2007 part of the Manhattan skyline with several prominent buildings including the Time Warner Center at Columbus Circle to the north and the Hearst Publishing Tower to the south. The Time Warner Center replaced the old New York Coliseum, Manhattan’s old convention center which had become a giant flea market and the property had fallen under disarray after the opening of the Jacob Javitz Convention Center downtown on the water front when it was torn down in the year 2000. The Time Warner Center are actually two 750 foot glass towers designed by David Childs of Skidmore, Owings and Merrill and completed in 2004. It’s location at the nexus of Midtown, Lincoln Center and the Upper Westside. It is the headquarters of Time Warner and houses the studios of CNN’s New York Studios.
It can some time to settle back into where you need to be after a change has happened to throw things into disarray and in my case it has been the changes at work. my partner is also having the same issues and so we chatted about them over the weekend and we both decided to try and leave work at the gate when we leave.
Since Saturday that's what I have done and its beginning to show some positive results.
This was taken a few hours after going out the day and it was about this point I slipped into my real world as can be seen by my silly grin.
I have been trying to get a shot like this for some time but they never really work this time I think I have captured that elusive image yay an I look so alive too
5 agonizing days later, the screams stop… But no outcry of a newborn is heard.
The Grand Duchess develops high fever and in delusions she has a moment of euphoria before taking final breath.
The room is left in a state of complete disarray - the light is dim, the blood around the body has soaked the sheets multiple times over and the stench is unbearable unless you've gotten used to it...
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Take 2
I'm taking a photo of Belmont from the one-time Confederate fort at Columbus, Kentucky. As I watch the sun set on the Mississippi River and Belmont, Missouri from the vantage point of Kentucky, Civil War history is running through my mind.
Ulysses S. Grant's star began here at his first battle, the Battle of Belmont, which took place just behind those sparkling lights on the opposite shore of the Mississippi River. This is Grant's first battle that he commanded. Grant and his newly recruited men's mission was to go down the Mississippi River and scout out the Confederate's strengths at Columbus and Belmont. Give Grant's green men some seasoning.
That he did, and then some.
Confederate general Leonidas Polk had invaded Kentucky to set up a fort at Columbus in order to control the southern route of the Mississippi River. His invasion sparked border-state Kentucky to run out from its neutrality and into the arms of the Union, a position it was already strongly predisposed to. The Confederate invasion into Kentucky brought Grant and some of his men to move from Fort Defiance in Cairo, Illinois to Paducah, Kentucky.
Grant found opportunity not only to test the Confederates strengths here but also to take their encampment. The new U.S. commander took the Confederates by surprise at Belmont, quickly defeating General Pillow, who was one of the most seasoned and senior generals of the Confederacy.
The Union destroyed Belmont.
However, soon afterwards Confederate General Leonidas Polk, who was here at the big fort on the hill in Columbus, Kentucky, let Grant have it with all his canons. His thousands of troops crossed the Mississippi River and gave chase to Grant's men, who were frankly in a state of disarray, still chaotically reveling in their win.
Under renewed attack, Union troops hurriedly returned to their base in Cairo, Illinois. Since he destroyed the camp and defeated General Pillow, Grant considered it a win. However, with the withdrawal of Union troops, Polk considered it a win for the Confederate States. The Confederacy put the "successful" General Pillow in charge of defending the strategic Fort Donelson, much to the pleasure of Grant. Forts Henry and Donelson would be Grant's next battle and spectacular wins. Fort Donelson is where he became known nationally as "Unconditional Surrender Grant" — U.S. Grant.
That is not a fog bank the Mary Celeste is surrounded by, but rather a vapor cloud caused by industrial alcohol.
The Mary Celeste, an American merchant brigantine, stands as one of the most profound maritime enigmas ever. She was found deserted and drifting in the Atlantic Ocean, near the Azorean islands, on December 4, 1872. The Canadian brigantine Dei Gratia stumbled upon her, noting her disarray yet seaworthy state, with partial sails up and her lifeboat gone. The final entry in her logbook was made ten days prior. She had embarked on her journey from New York City to Genoa on November 7 and was discovered with ample provisions still on board. Her freight of industrial alcohol was untouched, and the personal effects of the captain and crew were left undisturbed. The whereabouts of those who had been aboard remain unknown to this day.
One possible theory.
After numerous thorough inquiries and investigations no single theory proved to have any substance at all. The only study that holds “any water” is a recent university study that showed industrial alcohol fumes can, on rare occasions, make an explosive sound and vapors without causing a fire or damaging anything. This may have been what happened and caused the captain, his wife, their newly born child, and crew to abandon the ship for their lifeboat. They would have kept the lifeboat tied to the ship on a long line with the expectation of reboarding when things settled down. I assume the captain would have then added the difficulty they were having into his meticulous logbook which had no mention of why they were temporarily abandoning the ship. How or why the lifeboat got separated from the ship will forever be unknown.