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The area that was to become West Palm Beach was settled in the late 1870s and 1880s by a few hundred settlers who called the vicinity "Lake Worth Country." These settlers were a diverse community from different parts of the United States and the world. They included founding families such at the Potters and the Lainharts, who would go on to become leading members of the business community in the fledgling city. The first white settlers in Palm Beach County lived around Lake Worth, then an enclosed freshwater lake, named for Colonel William Jenkins Worth, who had fought in the Second Seminole War in Florida in 1842. Most settlers engaged in the growing of tropical fruits and vegetables for shipment the north via Lake Worth and the Indian River. By 1890, the U.S. Census counted over 200 people settled along Lake Worth in the vicinity of what would become West Palm Beach. The area at this time also boasted a hotel, the "Cocoanut House", a church, and a post office. The city was platted by Henry Flagler as a community to house the servants working in the two grand hotels on the neighboring island of Palm Beach, across Lake Worth in 1893, coinciding with the arrival of the Florida East Coast railroad. Flagler paid two area settlers, Captain Porter and Louie Hillhouse, a combined sum of $45,000 for the original town site, stretching from Clear Lake to Lake Worth.
On November 5, 1894, 78 people met at the "Calaboose" (the first jail and police station located at Clematis St. and Poinsettia, now Dixie Hwy.) and passed the motion to incorporate the Town of West Palm Beach in what was then Dade County (now Miami-Dade County). This made West Palm Beach the first incorporated municipality in Dade County and in South Florida. The town council quickly addressed the building codes and the tents and shanties were replaced by brick, brick veneer, and stone buildings. The city grew steadily during the 1890s and the first two decades of the 20th century, most residents were engaged in the tourist industry and related services or winter vegetable market and tropical fruit trade. In 1909, Palm Beach County was formed by the Florida State Legislature and West Palm Beach became the county seat. In 1916, a new neo-classical courthouse was opened, which has been painstakingly restored back to its original condition, and is now used as the local history museum.
The city grew rapidly in the 1920s as part of the Florida land boom. The population of West Palm Beach quadrupled from 1920 to 1927, and all kinds of businesses and public services grew along with it. Many of the city's landmark structures and preserved neighborhoods were constructed during this period. Originally, Flagler intended for his Florida East Coast Railway to have its terminus in West Palm, but after the area experienced a deep freeze, he chose to extend the railroad to Miami instead.
The land boom was already faltering when city was devastated by the 1928 Okeechobee hurricane. The Depression years of the 1930s were a quiet time for the area, which saw slight population growth and property values lower than during the 1920s. The city only recovered with the onset of World War II, which saw the construction of Palm Beach Air Force Base, which brought thousands of military personnel to the city. The base was vital to the allied war effort, as it provided an excellent training facility and had unparalleled access to North Africa for a North American city. Also during World War II, German U-Boats sank dozens of merchant ships and oil tankers just off the coast of West Palm Beach. Nearby Palm Beach was under black out conditions to minimize night visibility to German U-boats.
The 1950s saw another boom in population, partly due to the return of many soldiers and airmen who had served in the vicinity during the war. Also, the advent of air conditioning encouraged growth, as year-round living in a tropical climate became more acceptable to northerners. West Palm Beach became the one of the nation's fastest growing metropolitan areas during the 1950s; the city's borders spread west of Military Trail and south to Lake Clarke Shores. However, many of the city's residents still lived within a narrow six-block wide strip from the south to north end. The neighborhoods were strictly segregated between White and African-American populations, a legacy that the city still struggles with today. The primary shopping district remained downtown, centered around Clematis Street.
In the 1960s, Palm Beach County's first enclosed shopping mall, the Palm Beach Mall, and an indoor arena were completed. These projects led to a brief revival for the city, but in the 1970s and 1980s crime continued to be a serious issue and suburban sprawl continued to drain resources and business away from the old downtown area. By the early 1990s there were very high vacancy rates downtown, and serious levels of urban blight.
Since the 1990s, developments such as CityPlace and the preservation and renovation of 1920s architecture in the nightlife hub of Clematis Street have seen a downtown resurgence in the entertainment and shopping district. The city has also placed emphasis on neighborhood development and revitalization, in historic districts such as Northwood, Flamingo Park, and El Cid. Some neighborhoods still struggle with blight and crime, as well as lowered property values caused by the Great Recession, which hit the region particularly hard. Since the recovery, multiple new developments have been completed. The Palm Beach Mall, located at the Interstate 95/Palm Beach Lakes Boulevard interchange became abandoned as downtown revitalized - the very mall that initiated the original abandonment of the downtown. The mall was then redeveloped into the Palm Beach Fashion Outlets in February 2014. A station for All Aboard Florida, a high-speed passenger rail service serving Miami, Fort Lauderdale, West Palm Beach, and Orlando, is under construction as of July 2015.
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CN 401 has blue and grey power trailing as it slowly approaches Turcot Ouest with CN 2894, CN 4905 (ex-GMTX 2260) and QGRY 6908. The latter is being transferred from the Quebec Gatineau to the St. Lawrence & Atlantic.
This is only a segment of what a small, organic, and diverse farm can look like. Here's a close-up of blue and purple bachelor's button, and chamomile flowers grown in the wheat we grow for local customers.
Prompts: One love, one blood One life, you got to do what you should One life with each other Sisters, brothers One life, but we're not the same We get to carry each other, carry each other --ar 16:9
Song Inspiration: U2 - One.
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A diverse and an elder of our American cities and of the American experience. Founded in 1729, Baltimore truly is an All-American city. Like all cities, the rise and fall come in waves like the coastal tides; Baltimore, simply put, is coming back and when it comes back, it'll be a stronger city than its previous time. This is a collection of Baltimore at its core, has been color graded to simply match the mood and soul of its heart, and told by the Minolta and Sony connection.
Photo captured via Minolta AF-Maxxum 16mm Fisheye F/2.8 lens. City of Baltimore. Baltimore County, Maryland. Late July 2023.
Exposure Time: 2.5 sec. * ISO Speed: ISO-100 * Aperture: F/8 * Bracketing: None
Tree grows on a pillar of quartz and sandstone in China’s Zhangjiajie National Forest Park. There are more than 3,000 such peaks in the Hunan Province park, part of a UNESCO World Heritage site. Its diverse landscape—dense forest, gullies, cliffs, and valleys—shelter macaque and rhesus monkeys, pangolins, and Chinese giant salamanders, as well as rare birds and trees
Taken @ZhangJiaJie, China
View On Black <- large too - really is a must! :)
Listening to.... Nick Drake Clothes of sand
An unknown waterfall near Pontneddfechan in Wales. I was lost - well not lost, just not quite where i was intending to be... - & came across this ace waterfall. I love the seperate parts of it & the teeny waterfall at the side :)
Motta Camastra 05/10/2019: waiting for the "unveiled" of the installation "Against Exodus" by Antonio Presti.
Motta Camastra 05/10/2019: in attesa della "svelata" della installazione "Contro Esodo" di Antonio Presti.
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A contemporary history of Sicily (with an appendix story).
With the story I am posting, with words and photographs, I try to describe the truly singular figure of a contemporary "Sicilian", whom I have known personally, his name is Antonio Presti. As a young man he studied construction engineering at the University of Palermo, studies which he then abandoned due to the death of his father, the paternal construction company needed a guide, Antonio thus took on the responsibility of managing the company, but at the age of 29 years old, he perceives the urgency of having to change his life path, throwing himself body and soul into what he feels to be his vocation, art and ethics, which will be his two poles of reference from this moment on. , towards which he will always direct his choices. In memory of his father, he creates an artistic path that represents the continuity between life and death, idealizing the preservation of memory through contemporary art: this is how the sculptural park of Fiumara d 'Arte was born.
The works are carried out along a path that involves many municipalities, Antonio Presti obtains the consent of mayors and administrators, despite this he is forced to undergo a criminal trial for illegal building, from which he is acquitted after 23 years, as the Cassation recognizes " the exceptional nature of the case ", thus saving the Works from demolition. In Pettineo (one of the municipalities of "Fiumara") organizes the event "a kilometer of canvas", it is an impromptu painting event with hundreds of artists, who create their works on a very long canvas that crosses the streets of the town, therefore each single work is then cut, all of these are finally given to the inhabitants, in whose houses they are thus exhibited, becoming the "Domestic Museum" (the event gets numerous replicas in various centers of Sicily). In 1990 he bought a 40-room hotel in Castel di Tusa: each room is then furnished by an artist, the aim is that art is fully experienced with all five senses, not just with the satisfaction of the sight. In 2002 "Third eye - Meridians of Light" comes to life, a project that involves important photographers and directors from around the world who are asked to "photograph the soul of the Librino district, that is, the people" (the "Librino" is a district of outskirts of Catania). These that I have mentioned are just some of the numerous initiatives undertaken by Antonio Presti around Sicily, I could mention many others, all interesting and singular, but among these I would like to mention two of his "ideas" (also because in one of these , despite myself, I was involved); the first conception involves the hospital of Taormina, which has become, thanks to his initiative, a real "art installation" that welcomes "with amazement and admiration", before one can reach the ward, the various patients, relatives, doctors, nurses, the various figures that gravitate within a hospital, in fact the walls of the various corridors located on the various floors that lead to the wards, have been covered with gigantic canvases, on which the children of various schools and different age groups worked, to use a term very dear to Presti, leaving on them "a sign of beauty and hope"; the second initiative of Antonio Presti takes the name of "Against Exodus”, which involved seven Sicilian municipalities, whose streets were covered with giant photographic prints accompanied by the verses of San Francesco, whose goal is to focus attention on the risk of abandonment of the territory due to possible mass migration, and it is here that I mention that "appendix story" of the title, and which sees me involved. In July 2019 I participate in the photo contest "Motta Camastra, his identity" (I learn that the commission that will examine the various participating photographs will be composed of five experts, including Antonio Presti, and the famous photographic critic Giuseppe Pappalardo), in short, two of my photographs arrive first ex aequo, but my amazement is great when I see that both will be set as blow-ups (the only ones in black and white) together with the other blow-ups of "Against Exodus", placed on a large wall located at the entrance to the picturesque village of Motta Camastra. Of the photographs that I post, they were in part taken on the day "of the unveiling" of the blow-ups of the installation by Motta Camastra "Against Exodus”, guest of honor Antonio Presti, which took place on October 05, 2019; the other Gigantographies that I publish are those found in the Sicilian towns of Castiglione di Sicilia and Gaggi; the photos of the painted canvases, hung on the walls, were taken in the hospital of Taormina. I have inserted two photos of the feast of San Biagio in Motta Camastra of 03/02/2020, with the kids who throw the launch of the Saint as they pass in front of the blow-up that was made on the same occasion, only a few years earlier.
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Una storia contemporanea di Sicilia (con racconto d’appendice).
Col racconto che sto postando, con parole e fotografie, tento di descrivere la figura davvero singolare di un “siciliano” contemporaneo, che ho conosciuto personalmente, il suo nome è Antonio Presti. Da giovane egli studia ingegneria edile all’Università di Palermo, studi che poi abbandona a causa della scomparsa del padre, l’azienda edile paterna ha bisogno di una guida, Antonio si carica così della responsabilità di gestire l’azienda, però all’età di 29 anni matura percepisce l’urgenza di dover cambiare percorso di vita, gettandosi anima e corpo in quella che lui sente essere la sua vocazione, l’arte e l’etica, che saranno da questo momento in poi i suoi due poli di riferimento, verso i quali indirizzerà sempre le sue scelte. In ricordo del padre, realizza un percorso artistico che rappresenti la continuità tra la vita e la morte, idealizzando la conservazione della memoria attraverso l’arte contemporanea: nasce così il Parco scultoreo di Fiumara d’Arte.
Le Opere vengono realizzate lungo un percorso che coinvolge molti comuni, Antonio Presti ottiene il consenso di sindaci ed amministratori, nonostante ciò è costretto a subire un processo penale per abusivismo edilizio, dal quale viene prosciolto dopo 23 anni, in quanto la Cassazione ne riconosce “l’eccezionalità del caso”, salvando così le Opere dalla demolizione. A Pettineo (uno dei comuni della “Fiumara”) organizza la manifestazione “un chilometro di tela”, è una manifestazione estemporanea di pittura con centinaia di artisti, che realizzano le loro opere su di una lunghissima tela che attraversa le strade del paese, quindi ogni singola opera viene poi tagliata, tutte queste infine vengono regalate agli abitanti, nelle cui case vengono così esposte, divenendo “Museo Domestico” (la manifestazione ottiene numerose repliche in vari centri della Sicilia). Nel 1990 acquista a Castel di Tusa un albergo di 40 stanze: ogni stanza viene quindi arredata da un artista, lo scopo è quello che l’arte sia vissuta appieno con tutti i cinque sensi, non solo con l’appagamento della vista. Nel 2002 prende vita “Terzocchio-Meridiani di Luce”, un progetto che vede coinvolti importanti fotografi e registi del mondo ai quali si chiede di “fotografare l’anima del quartiere Librino, cioè le persone” (il “Librino” è un quartiere della periferia di Catania). Queste che ho menzionato sono solo alcune delle numerose iniziative intraprese da Antonio Presti in giro per la Sicilia, ne potrei citare tantissime altre, tutte interessanti e singolari, ma tra queste ci tengo a menzionare due sue “ideazioni” (anche perché in una di queste, sono stato mio malgrado, coinvolto); la prima ideazione vede coinvolto l’ospedale di Taormina, il quale è diventato, grazie alla sua iniziativa, una vera e propria “installazione d’arte” che accoglie “con stupore ed ammirazione”, prima che si possa giungere in reparto, i vari pazienti, parenti, medici, infermieri, le varie figure che gravitano in seno ad un ospedale, infatti le pareti dei vari corridoi situati sui vari piani che conducono ai reparti, sono stati tappezzati con gigantesche tele, sulle quali i ragazzi di varie scuole e di diverse fasce d’età, hanno lavorato, per usare un termine molto caro a Presti, lasciando su di esse “un segno di bellezza e di speranza”; la seconda iniziativa di Antonio Presti prende il nome di “Controesodo”, che ha coinvolto sette comuni siciliani, le cui vie sono state tappezzate da giganti stampe fotografiche accompagnate dai versi di San Francesco, il cui obiettivo è focalizzare l’attenzione sul rischio dell’abbandono del territorio a causa della possibile migrazione di massa, ed è qui che accenno a quel “racconto d’appendice” del titolo, e che mi vede coinvolto. Nel luglio 2019 partecipo al concorso fotografico “Motta Camastra, la sua identità” (vengo a sapere che la commissione che esaminerà le varie fotografie partecipanti, sarà composta da cinque esperti, tra questi Antonio Presti, ed il famoso critico fotografico Giuseppe Pappalardo), in breve, due mie fotografie arrivano prime ex aequo, ma il mio stupore è grande quando vedo che entrambe verranno incastonate come gigantografie (le uniche in bianco e nero) insieme alle altre gigantografie di “Controesodo”, poste su di una grande parete situata all’ingresso del pittoresco paesino di Motta Camastra. Delle fotografie che posto, in parte sono state realizzate il giorno “della svelata” delle gigantografie dell’installazione di Motta Camastra “Controesodo”, ospite d’onore Antonio Presti, avvenuta il 05 ottobre, 2019; le altre Gigantografie che pubblico, sono quelle che si trovano nei paesi siciliani di Castiglione di Sicilia, e di Gaggi; le foto delle tele dipinte, appese alle pareti, sono state realizzate nel presidio ospedaliero di Taormina. Ho inserito due foto della festa di San Biagio di Motta Camastra del 03/02/2020, coi ragazzini che tirano la vara del Santo mentre passano davanti la gigantografia che fu fatta nella stessa occasione, solo qualche anno prima.
A diverse and an elder of our American cities and of the American experience. Founded in 1729, Baltimore truly is an All-American city. Like all cities, the rise and fall come in waves like the coastal tides; Baltimore, simply put, is coming back and when it comes back, it'll be a stronger city than its previous time. This is a collection of Baltimore at its core, has been color graded to simply match the mood and soul of its heart, and told by the Minolta and Sony connection.
Photo captured via Minolta Maxxum AF 50mm F/1.7 Lens. City of Baltimore. Baltimore County, Maryland. Late July 2023.
Exposure Time: 1/400 sec. * ISO Speed: ISO-400 * Aperture: F/8 * Bracketing: None
I've just come back from another fabulous trip to Nepal, some trekking, some chilling, some peace. She surely is my spiritual home and I was so very glad to visit her warmth once again. Whilst trekking in the Annapurna Himalaya I made some things next to the trail. Here's an excerpt from my journal on the day I made this little sculpture:-
Nepal isn't like anywhere else I've ever been. It seems to change me on the inside, it's not just the outside environs that are different.
Other places in the world have left my soul untouched. It's as though I've simply taken the me from home and travelled with it to a foreign land. I'm still the home 'me', stood somewhere else.
But Nepal is different, it seeps through my pores and changes me to what I should be. I feel at peace, confident and full of joy. My sensitivity becomes a blessing and never a chore. It's as though my sensitivity was designed to live in and appreciate the multi-faceted beauty of this place.
It is much more than the mountains, the landscape, the trails, the walking. It's the people, the magical encounters, the just about bloody everything. But most of all it's the way I can open my heart and soul and let all the world pour in. Without cynicism, without fear, without shyness, without worrying about difficult emotions and how I will handle them. Without the need to manufacture situations so I can sheild myself from things I can't cope with, all and everything that holds me back, makes my sensitivity difficult and taxing and sometimes the bane of my life. Here I am free, unleashed, filled with joy and happiness.
I can let my sensitivity fly free and grab onto every wonderful flower, tree or bird and to experience the rhythmic magic of simply placing one foot in front of the other. This is where I am meant to be , unshackled and home at last.
Now don't get me wrong. I have a rich and fulfilled time at home. But the mundanaties of life push spikily against my psyche and make some everyday tasks and relationships difficult. To feel every nuance can render you often vulnerable, confused and overwhelmed. Aching to hide from the world and to launch my vessel into the river of my own inner thoughts. That's why I love to cycle, to run, to walk, to climb and to create. The sublime lives within these things and I go looking for them to release my soul on a long leash and to let it stretch its legs for a while.
But being in Nepal is not simply a holiday, a break from those taxing minutiae of everyday life. I am not free of those things through simply being away, when I've travelled to somewhere in the States, Europe or South America I've brought a lot of those things with me.
But here I've stepped through the secret door in the back of the wardrobe into another me and another realm.
It's only when I'm here that I remember. It's only here when I am totally me once again. All those times when my innards soared skywards when climbing a snow covered mountain at home, when I've cycled to a long toiled for hill summit or lived the moment when a sculpture resonates, becomes vibrant and electric, when it is more than the sum of its parts. All those times join together with all the months I've spent in Nepal, connecting together all the sublime times in my life.
Another existence running in parallel, rich and diverse and perfect. Perhaps that's what Buddhist enlightenment feels like. Where you can ride the waves and ripples of life. It does not matter what happens, it only matters how it affects you. If the rough feels as important and as interesting as the smooth then maybe you've found the secret to how you should live your life.
I cannot manage to live in this enlightened way much of the time but I am so very grateful to have as much of it as I do. I hope to extend the length of these moments and tie the ends together with little knots in the strands of experience. And maybe one day I'll have a very long length of tightly woven cord, stretching from one side of my existence to the other and nothing, and everything will matter all at the same time.
Aside from how this place makes me feel it is brimful of brilliant in such a wonderful myriad of ways. Today was an experience of a thousand different treats.
We waited for the sun to warm us before shouldering packs and trudging into dense bamboo forest. We entered a deep gorge that is the gateway into the Annapurna Sanctuary and the trail cuts a path along the steep gorge walls like a wound.
Laim, Bamboo and Rhododendron forest dapple the light onto our faces and beneath our feet is a carpet of fallen coloured leaves while massive, savage peaks cut holes in the fabric of the sky.
Julia was a little way behind so I stopped awhile and sat on a warmed, sunlit stone. I collected up some red, orange and yellow leaves and cut circles around a five rupee coin. I stripped some sedge grass and pinned them on with Berberis thorns.
Unusually I could step off the trail here and pin my sculpture up in a tree. Normally the drop offs, either side of the trail, are so steep that you can touch the top of the trees. Nepal is so very corrugated and dramatic but not so good for setting up a little sculpture amongst the foliage. But here was perfect with plenty of room to pick a good spot with bright sunshine and plenty of contrast. Within a few minutes it was positioned and set against the dark trunk of a Rhododendron tree. The breeze swung the branch it was fixed to so I snapped away hoping for something good and sharp and clear.
My land art comes in thirds. Every third attempt just seems to click. All the elements combine just as I imagine they may do if I had had a plan in the first place.
A quick stop on a rock in the sunshine, surrounded by beautiful hued leaves. A quick circular route with scissors and a construction was soon created. Everything combined as I would want it. The place, the materials, the sunshine: click, it was all there.
So this was the third of the three and how I would want it to be. All the pieces fell into place without me really trying very hard.
If you live your life without expecting anything and then are happy with whatever life dishes up, then surely that's a better way to be. If you can conjure up that carefree existence, go with the flow and live from moment to moment it just seems to come together how you may have wanted it to if you'd spent any time wondering how you will want it to be. But the key seems to be not wasting any time pondering on what you would wish for and grasping gently and just letting everything be. Maybe not everything will be just how you would like it, but surely you'll settle for one in three!
Diverse Principles.
Los errores del filósofo perentoria imperfecciones de aprendizaje del consejero veces sustanciales,
Фелисити именитые вид опасности особые временные вопросы научились вещицы вульгарные князья проходят,
comprendre les attributs moraux différences tyrans lois extirpers éminents des dommages permanents,
συναρμολογούνται ανάγκες διατάραξη αρχαία ορέξεις ανάκτηση κοινωνικότητα πεποιθήσεων προικισμένο συγχύσεις,
exsultatio captus prospexissent transfiguratus est figura humana societas perturbationibus interpellandi,
Anspruchsvolle Brunnen schreiben Zweifel pünktliche Manieren evident Entdeckungen Simplicity Revolutionen,
ambisi unggul dramatis heraldic vanishing titik karesep psikologis pagawe teu sabar,
التحسينات العملية الحجج المظاهرات السائدة الفلسفة التأملية جاهلة والحماس العلمية,
cúiseanna chonclúid gluaiseachtaí uilíoch ollscoileanna brainsí eisiach breithiúnas neamhspleách ar ordaigh,
討論者からの問い合わせ整然とした情熱の解釈現象神話の原則は、したがって提示します.
Steve.D.Hammond.
Not everything I crochet ends up here on flickr. But this is a collection of nice-coloured-things that I've made recently and as a collection in pink-green-white it certainly fit in here. :o)
Everything except for the coaster is my own design. The coaster pattern is from Donna Kooler's book Encyclopedia of crochet and the pattern is actually a medallion. I changed the picots a little bit, otherwise it hadn't been this flat.