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all those beacons
sent out into the void
eager to meet someone
anyone
anything
hopeful of hearing
a friendly voice
an 'intelligent' voice
somewhere
anywhere
oblivious
to the intelligence
around us
pleading
waiting to be heard
some day
a voice shall return
friendly
or not
seeking a conversation
to be met
with only
our final echoes
Atauro
Title dedication: Pink Floyd
An echo to another "echo" (the original danish design"
Through the windows of an old deserted hotel in S'Chanf, Engadine, Switzerland The trees in the white part are actually showing through the window of the other side of the hotel... I wanted to get a picture of them but this was the best view of them I could find.
1898.
This photograph depicts a southwest view of the Echo Mountain House. It was a huge white hotel with a veranda encompassing a sweeping panorama of the mountain and the valley below. The area also included the original Echo Mountain House ("the Chalet"), a dormitory, a powerhouse, a museum, an observatory (at right) and a search light. The entire Echo Mountain complex became known as the "White City" or the "City on the Mount." Completed in 1894, the Echo Mountain House burned to the ground in 1900.
I saw this yesterday whilst helping a mate on a photoshoot. I tried a few images but it was not happening so went back today and got this. The image suggests to me many things - what do you think?
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I made the binding on the back wider than the binding on the front. I could pretend that this was a purely aesthetic choice, but it really had more to do with my backing fabric not being quite wide enough.
Jack of Diamonds
Echoes
Acte 1
It was during a warm August that for two weeks my 17-year-old twin sister and I house-sat while our parents were off galivanting in Italy and France.
Our neighbor, and mutual childhood friend Ginny spent those weekends with us.
That first weekend Cadie and Ginny were invited to attend a Friday evening, very formal, affair with a classmate (Lily ) and her wealthy parents.
The girls had tried to have me added, but the excuse was that since Lily’s two (muscular) rugby-playing male cousins were also going as escorts for Cadie and Ginny, I would have been the odd man out. And for Lily’s snooty parents, that just would never do.
Though the two girls felt bad about me staying home alone, this was too exciting of an experience to miss out on. So I accepted my missing out without demure, agreeing that they should, by all means, go, despite the elephant looming in the room.
Said elephant being that Lily was attending the affair without a gentleman's escort. Three girls to Two lads, the math just did not add up in Lily’s parent's world.
My Sister and Ginny got themselves all royally dolled up for the evening, both looking far too radiant for me not to be going out with them and soaking up their attractive, almost magnetic, allure.
Cadie had slipped into her really beautiful ultra soft, slickly shiny, high scoop-necked gown of emerald green
A hugging bodice affair, with a tight fitted pleated waistline from which spilled down the skirt in a most pleasing swishy fashion. Her long silken red hair was down, falling fluidly over her shoulders and along her back.
She was wearing out Mum’s good emeralds that evening.
A v-shaped necklace of seven oval emeralds, each green stone surrounded by round white diamonds. The rest of the matching set was made up of long non pierced three emerald/diamond stone hanging earrings, a wide cuff style bracelet, and two rings( one on each index finger). She had also pinned a magnificent round broach teamed with small dangling diamonds onto the centre of the waist of her vibrant gown, which completed the glittery display.
Ginny was also far too pretty, being elegantly encased in a slithering long black spaghetti strap silk affair with a modest v-neckline, and a long slit in the skirt. It was a new gown, and the rich sheen of it trapped and cruelly held my lustful attention.
Her more modern jewellery consisted of a necklace containing a row of matching round diamonds, and, like Cadie’s, her long curled auburn hair was down, through which hung her matching 5 diamond drop, pierced hook earrings which were titillatingly swaying in and out of her curled locks of hair.
Ginny had also borrowed my sister's rhinestone bracelet.
The decadent bracelet is something special, a real cracker which the word dazzling would be a major understatement.
The attractive piece is a 13-centimeter, five-strand diamond sparkler. The two outer strands were set with stones about 1 1/2 carats in size. The middle strand was set with 3-carat pear-shaped rhinestones. My sister bought it online at a site called Windsor Royal.
And it looked like something royalty would wear, granted theirs would be real and worth a cool million if not more.
Finishing the ultra-dazzling effect, Ginny had slipped on four real diamond rings, two glittering stunners placed on two long painted nail fingers per hand.
Sis took no wrap, whereas Ginny was richly wearing a black 3/4 sleeve satin jacket.
On the right side of the shiny jacket, in even line with her necklace, was pinned an owl-shaped diamond-filled pin.
For the evening, Cadie had “borrowed” father’s classic Triumph Spitfire to drive to the affair, which was being held at the poshly Glewstone Court in Herefordshire.
(Link below)
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After seeing the pair off, I puttered around a bit to keep my mind off things. Then becoming bored, I went into the family room to watch an old black and white noir movie titled “Chase a Crooked Shadow”, which I could not get into, my brain still buzzing over my being home instead of out with my girls.
After the movie, I went to my room and picked up the novel I had started, “The Day of the Jackel”.
I went down to the cellar and selected a bottle of wine. Going back upstairs to the kitchen I placed it inside a filled ice bucket.
Then going into my father’s study I took out a bottle of Irish whiskey from his liquor cabinet along with a glass, and several cigars.
I took the lot, along with two wine glasses, out onto the pagoda in Mum’s gardens and set it all out on the table.
Going back inside I changed into black nylon running pants and a black turtleneck, then turning on the radio that played out on the speakers in the pagoda, I found a station with music I could tolerate, and went back outside.
Taking ice from the container holding the chilled wine, I placed it in my glass and poured a measure of the Irish into it. Then putting a lit match to one of the cigars, I settled into thoughtful contemplation as I looked around my surroundings, watching as the cigar smoke lazily drifted off.
Our parent's house is set on the edge of an estate, one and a quarter hectares in size, surrounded on three sides by ancient woodlands. Half the lot is taken up by a hedged garden. In the back of the gardens, 1/2 of a kilometer through the woods, lies the old unused cemetery that has always been treated as Cadie’s, Ginny’s, and myself’s (plus other friends), personal playground.
That last thought opened a train of others, leading back to my disheartenment over not being invited to attend this evening's reception.
Sighing as I pictured the gorgeously clad girls dancing with Lily’s cousins at the affair, I opened my book and tried losing my miserable self in it.
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It was nearly three long hours later, minutes before one o’clock, before I heard the welcoming sounds of the spitfire’s engine roaring down our road and turning into our driveway.
I put my book and cigar down, pulled out the chilled wine bottle, and filled the two waiting wine glasses. Then poured myself another measure of whisky and settled back to watch the long-awaited show I knew the returning girls would put on.
I was not disappointed.
The happy pair soon came through the open patio doors, both mesmerizing in the sexy fluidly slinky gowns and the titillating sparkling jewels, they were both wearing with appealing glamour.
I could only imagine the stir these two had to have caused at the party.
They soon spotted me and approached the pagoda. I met them as they came swishing up the pagoda stairs and helped seat them, my hand lingering for a few delicious seconds on Ginny’s ultra-soft satin jacket-covered shoulder as I did so.
I sat, watched, and listened as the bewitchingly attired pair recounted their evening’s adventures. The two of them talking at the same time, sometimes even about the same thing.
Then finally there was a lull as they simultaneously drank more wine.
Gulping down wine, Cadie, taking a deep breath, grabbed my hand so hard her rings were digging into my flesh.
I looked at her excited face over the rim of my whiskey glass, the emeralds she had “borrowed “ from Mum flicking their posh fire. In her rush to blurt it out, She stumbled over her words…
“O…Oui Lad, They arrested a thief at the party tonight !”
Before I could say anything about that edgy remark, Ginny piped in…
“A police constable and a detective approached this gentleman at the bar and took him away in handcuffs. Don’t know why, the poor sod. Cadie is convinced he is a thief. ”
Cadie looked at Ginny, then me, with wide mascara-painted eyes…
“But he had to have been a thief don’t you see…. They wouldn’t take a man away in cuffs for just any reason. And with all of us there wearing out valuable jewels, it just stands to reason that’s why he was there in the first place. They just caught him before he probably could do any further mischief. We’ll have to ask Father when he returns.”
Our father is a local police super when he’s not vacationing.
My sister with exuberance, continued…
“And I actually had a dance with him before all that. He also knew what type of car I was driving, very suspicious”
Finally given the time to answer, I looked at her.
“If he was a thief, What was he stealing then, anything turns up missing?”
Cadie looked at us both.
“Not that we know of, but I tell you he was too suave not to be a blackguard, a jewel thief maybe even?”
Ginny gently nudged her
“Don’t sound so disappointed luv.”
Ginny catching me in the act of studying over the two of them, giggled…
Don’t worry my luv, we took inventory after they carted him off. All jewelry, wallets, and purses were present and accounted for, though I think Cadie here was disappointed by that fact. ”
Cadie chirped in defending her concerns.
“And we weren’t the only ones, looking ourselves over, and I’m not disappointed.”
Then she added with a sigh of disappointment …
“Though I suppose he was not a real thief, only did something mundane like account fraud.”
I rose to say…
“Late parking tickets I would assume. You know how the authorities love to overreact over misdemeanors. Now ladies, please excuse me, I need to use the loo.”
They both looked at me smiling as I left. I smiled back, my mind working full time as I allowed a final glance at their pleasant sleekly gown-covered figures, exquisitely jeweled and possibly even a little more susceptibility and vulnerable now that they were drinking wine.
For their chatter about possibly meeting a real thief echoing in my head had placed my thoughts in that direction.
By the time I made it back inside I had decided that the two of them had been tempting fate at the party by wearing out those jewels. So even though they may have escaped one possible thief, it would be interesting to see what happens if they met another.
To be continued
Link to the party venue
This was a request by Brandon Lima, who found this tidbit in the archive (click his name to see his work on the matter). Located in the Large Magellanic Cloud, within this WFPC2 shaped chunk of space are two things of note. At the lower right and partially off the frame is the aptly named Honeycomb Nebula. Above that are two white arcs one might mistake for just another piece of cloud, but they are in fact light echos emanating from the nearby sn1987a. If you would like to see the light echo in action, click here.
Note: I increased the saturation of the colors. Greenish H-alpha is due to filter selection.
HST Proposal 9111 - The UV Light Echo of Shock Breakout During SN 1987A
Red: hst_09111_06_wfpc2_f814w_wf_sci
Green: hst_09111_06_wfpc2_f675w_wf_sci
Blue: hst_09111_06_wfpc2_f555w_wf_sci
North is NOT up. It is 17.9° clockwise from up.
Echo Lake at Frankonia Notch is looking low at the moment and we were able to walk along the lake shore for some of the way rather than using the trail. Actually the water level is low enough to allow us to walk all the way around the lake if we’d wanted to.
An HST set Richard Branson's Virgin rebranders haven't yet got their paintbrushes on: an East Coast-liveried Inter-City 125 formation, with power car 43208 'Lincolnshire Echo' leading, races past Violet Hill Farm, Ryther, whilst threading the Vale of York as the 07.55 Inverness-London King's Cross service. @14.03
The 44th Chapter of Depthcore , "ECHOES" is officialy live here! www.depthcore.com/chapter/echoes/
This is one in a series of three drawings I made for this chapter.
The Echo restaurant.
The Echo, which opened in 1942 was a good old school restaurant and bar/club. The Echo with its scenic view of Permanente Creek had been a Loyola Corners anchor business for the better part of sixty two years. The Echo closed it's doors May 14, 2004
Some quotes:
People who have been coming here for years mingle with people who have been coming here for decades. This is the spot for serious drinkers who value familiarity over fashion trends.
Loyola Corners, which sits at the junction of the former Snyder, Hale and Campbell ranches, actually takes its name from the founders of Santa Clara University. The Jesuits purchased 700 acres of the Hale Ranch, intending to build a new university to be named for their founder, Saint Ignatius of Loyola. But the 1906 earthquake destroyed their plans, and they sold most of the area to the Los Altos Country Club in 1924.
ART AND CULTURE CENTER OF HOLLYWOOD
KICKS OFF ITS 2014-15 EXHIBITION SEASON WITH ECHOS MYRON,
CURATED BY BEATRIZ MONTEAVARO AND PRIYADARSINI RAY
FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE
Aug. 8, 2014
Contact: Charmain Yobbi, Manager, Public Relations and Community Partnerships
954.921.3274 x235
Art and Culture Center of Hollywood Kicks Off Its 2014-15 Exhibition Season Friday, Sept. 5 With Reception for Echos Myron, Where Art and Music Collide
Hollywood, Fla. – On Friday, Sept. 5 from 6:30 to 10 p.m., the Art and Culture Center of Hollywood kicks off its 2014-15 exhibition season with an artists’ reception for Echos Myron, curated by Beatriz Monteavaro and Priyadarsini Ray. The reception will feature live performances by Snakehole and Bank of Christ. Other exhibitions opening at the gallery during this reception are Sri Prabha: Outpost and Monica Uszerowicz: It’s Okay to Cry. This reception is free for members and $10 for non-members. Donation bar and light refreshments will be served. A panel discussion with Echos Myron artists moderated by Gean Moreno takes place at the Center on Wednesday, Sept. 24 at 6:30 p.m. These exhibitions will be shown through Sunday, Nov. 2 at the Center, 1650 Harrison St.
In Echos Myron, art and music collide. Musicians who make art will be shown alongside artists who make music. The participants in this exhibition collectively reflect the creativity and cross-currents at play in the Miami music scene from the early ‘90s to the present.
A wide array of processes and practices will be on display, including sculpture, painting, flyer art, photographs, installation, and more. Given the individuals whose work is included in this eclectic exhibit, a broad diversity of aesthetics come together to reveal the fertile and dynamic underpinnings of a creative scene thriving in Miami for the past two decades.
Artists participating in Echos Myron include Kevin Arrow, Eddy Alvarez, Greg Alvarez, Rene Barge, Dorys Bellow, David Alexander Bennett, Bleedingpalm, Dirk Brandon, David Brieske, Brian Butler, Autumn Casey, Amanda Castillo, Clifton Childree, Rick Diaz, Daniel Fiorda, Chris Garcia, Daniel Gorostiaga, Chris Garcia, Ricardo Guerrero, Jason Handelsman, Dave Kudzma, Chuck Loose, Paul Lewin, Niuvis Martin, Gustavo Matamoros, Ivy McClelland, Juan Montoya, Beatriz Monteavaro, Gavin Perry, Priyadarsini Ray, Jean Saiz, Christian Salazar, Rick Smith, Teajay Smith, Natalie Spargo, 3PQ, Maitejosume Urrechaga, Janette Valentine, Viking Funeral, and Janese Weingarten.
A mixed media artist originally from Hyderabad, India, Sri Prabha’s Outpost is a site-specific installation inspired by space, biology, and exploration. An otherworldly campsite is presented, bathed in video and natural sounds. On view are basic shelters and a symbolic fireplace surrounded by mixed-media works inspired by images taken by the Hubble Space Telescope, particle physics, microbiology, and an ongoing collaboration with the Patricia and Philip Frost Museum. Trained at the Cornish College of the Arts, he holds a master’s degree in clinical psychology.
Monica Uszerowicz is a photographer and writer living in Miami. Guided by the process of individuation as explained by Carl Jung, she uses her work to understand both the physical and subconscious components in her subjects, as well as their place in a collective narrative.In this way, even the redundant and the dull, whether overwrought or unseen, contains depths worth capturing and a weight that connects each individual to a larger story based in the collective unconscious.
Upcoming exhibitions at the Center include the following:
Nov. 14, 2014 – Jan. 18, 2015
•Dave Muller: Rock 'n' Old
•Middle galleries: Bhakti Baxter: Returning What Was Borrowed
•Project room:
yardbird Records Pop-Up record store curated by Michael Dean
•The Landing: Annie Buckley: The People’s Tarot
Feb. 6 – March 13, 2015 (closing reception/drawing March 13)
•Abracadabra: Eighth Annual Exhibition and Fundraiser
•Middle galleries: Kubiat Nnamdie
•Project room: Ernesto Kunde: Intertwined
•The Landing: Tom Virgin
March 27 – May 24, 2015
•Jose Alvarez: As Far As the I Can See
•The Landing: Regina Jestrow
June 12 – Aug. 23, 2015
•Wayne White: Maybe Now I’ll Get the Respect I So Richly Deserve
•Middle galleries: Douglas Hoekzema
Sept. 11, 2015 opens
•Sixth All-Media Juried Biennial
(Jurors Tami Katz Freiman/Ombretta Agro)
•Project room: #ACCH Instagram Winner Show
•The Landing: All 52 Instagram weekly winners’ photos
Gallery hours are Tuesday-Friday, 10 a.m. to 5 p.m. and Saturday-Sunday, noon to 4 p.m. Free parking is available at the Center, which is located at 1650 Harrison St. General admission to the Center’s galleries is $7 for adults; $4 for students, seniors, and children ages 4 to 17; and free to Center members as well as children under the age of 4. For more information on these exhibitions, please call 954.921.3274 or visit ArtAndCultureCenter.org.
The Art and Culture Center of Hollywood presents contemporary gallery exhibitions, artist lectures, live stage performances, and high-quality education programs for adults and children. It is the third oldest arts non-profit in Broward County and serves more than 60,000 people annually at three venues. The Center fosters a creative environment where new and challenging work can flourish through programs that reflect the highest standards of artistry and diversity.
The Art and Culture Center of Hollywood is a 501(c)(3) non-profit organization supported in part by its members, admissions, private entities, the City of Hollywood, the Broward County Board of County Commissioners as recommended by the Broward Cultural Council; the State of Florida, Department of State, Division of Cultural Affairs, the Florida Council on Arts and Culture; and The Kresge Foundation. We welcome donations from all members of the community who wish to support our work.
Caption: Bleedingpalm is one of the artists featured in Echos Myron.
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A scene of kids playing and the echos of their laughter occurred in my mind while taking this picture, just to realize after looking at the picture in my camera that there's no one here... the echoes of kids' laughter in my mind just faded away as it's been fading away in other parts of the world including Syria, just to get replaced by the harsh sounds of war and violence, in the never ending cycle of filling that bottomless hole of human nature's primitive needs for power and money. And in the process we're loosing the sounds of innocence, the sounds of pure joy that draws a smile on every single person who sets eyes on a bunch of kids playing like there's no tomorrow...
with pilot boat Huron Maid
Detroit, Michigan, USA
cargo
flag: Antigua-Barbuda
owner: Jungerhans Heavy Lift,
Haren Ems, Germany
Chartered by: BBC Chartering & Logistic GmbH, Leer, Germany
length: 139.03m / 455ft
built: 2010
ex names:
Industrial Echo 2015 - 2018
Delphinus J 2010 - 2015
J.O.D. Echos Story Teaser C
I watched as the slick silken gown clad young lass cluelessly moved on ahead along the shadowy cobblestone garden path, lined with the red roses she had occasionally been stopping to smell on her travels.
Soon she disappeared, slipping around a corner.
It was then I looked down at the shimmering broach lying out upon my palm.
I smiled, the lift had been made using a perfectly executed “Bump, Press, to Squeeze off” play against her tingling smooth gown.
A play move that I really should patent because of its effectiveness.