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'Error' Lighting art installation at the Canary Wharf Winter Lights festival. Design by Vendel and de Wolf.
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I have forgotten what station it was to have found this. I have seen a cash register could happen before in some department store.
On July 27, 2014 in Seoul.
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これを見つけたのがどこの駅だったか、忘れてしまいました。 以前どこかのデパートでレジがこうなっているのを見たことがあります。
2014年7月27日、ソウルにて。
I don't even remember how I did this. I just know it was multiple plug-ins and a lot of trial and error.
Lisboa, 2018
#ERROR_407: Aquelas fotos que achei que iam ficar de um jeito, mas... bem, ficaram de outro, desfocadas, tremidas, fora do enquadramento, deram errado, mas mesmo assim gosto delas.
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I was going to PolyU to see a drama performance yesterday. Noting that I would pass through the Hung Hom MTR Station for this performance, I took the tripod and the Manfrotto 303SPH pano head with me so I can photograph the station on my way back home.
You can see that I have a similar shot earlier [1], which was a 360-degree pano shot without a panoramic head, and it was full of parallax error. But the earlier shot was done during rush hour so there were definitely more interesting things happening—you could do people watching, for example.
For this shot, the architecture is more pronounced, but more succinctly, you can see that although pano heads are not exactly cheap, they do serve a very functional purpose.
Stitched with 12 captures with the 6D + 17-40 f/4L. To accentuate the ceiling, these shots were angled 30-degree to the horizon, and thus require spherical projection to stitch accurately.
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+ en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hung_Hom_Station
# SML Data
+ Date: 2013-07-30T23:29:09+0800
+ Dimensions: 18741 x 4628
+ Exposure: 1/4 sec at f/8.0
+ Focal Length: 17 mm
+ ISO: 400
+ Flash: Did not fire
+ Camera: Canon EOS 6D
+ Lens: Canon EF 17-40 f/4L USM
+ Accessories: Canon TC-80N3 remote release, Manfrotto 303 SPH panoramic head, Manfrotto tripod
+ Panorama FOV: 360 degree horizontal, 96 degree vertical
+ Panoramic Projection: Spherical
+ GPS: 22°18'10" N 114°10'56" E
+ Location: 香港紅磡火車站 (港鐵紅磡站) Hung Hom MTR Station, Hong Kong
+ Workflow: Autopano Giga 3.0, Lightroom 5
+ Serial: SML.20130730.6D.24926-SML.20130730.6D.24937-Pano.i12.360x96.Spherical
+ Series: 人流 Human Logistics, 建築 Architecture, 全景攝影 Panoramic Photography
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METX 404, one of Metra's many MP36PH-3S locomotives, leads an outbound train through Elmwood Park, IL during a golden light rush hour.
Well, one learns by one's mistakes. This one dates from February 2012, when I'd been processing my own film for about six months. What happened was that I put the film reel on its spindle ...by feel, inside the dark bag of course... and it lodged in the groove for 127 film. Inside the tank, therefore, the reel was not resting on the bottom, but was part way up the spindle and not wholly immersed in the developer. This produced the light band at the bottom and the "melting" effect at the top, presumably caused by run-off from the sprocket holes after inversions. Though it was produced by an error, I think the appearance of the sky has a certain beauty, resulting as it does from the nature of the process. The plume of steam came from the Wissington sugar factory, though the factory itself is lost to view in the mist.
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Descripción bibliográfica: Geographia Blaviana. - [Amsterdam : Juan Blaeu, 1659] . - [32], VI, 96 p., 34 f., h. 35a, 35b, 35c, 35d, 36-44 f., 34, [2], 36-40, [2], 43-70 [i. e. 75], [1] f., [20] p. de map., [9] f. de map., [4] f. pleg. de map., [2] f. de plan., [2] f. ge grab. : |bil. ; |cFol. marca major (57 cm.) . - En la dedicatoria a Felipe IV: "Presenta ... El Atlas Universal y Cosmographico de los orbes y terrestre ... Juan Blaeu" . - Título tomado del frontispicio. -- Privilegio fechado en 1659. -Errores de pag. - Sign.: [ ]1, *2, **3, ***-****2, a-e2, A-I2, K1, L-Z2, Aa-Dd2, 4[ ]2, Ee-Ff2, A-I2, K1, L2, M1, N-Y2, Z5, Aa-Dd2,
Ee1, A-D2, E-F1, G-I2, K-L1, M-O2, P1, Q-Z2, Aa-Bb2, Cc1, Dd3, Ff-Zz2, Aaa-Bbb2, [ ]. - Frontispicio grab. col. -- Incluye un total de 49 il. entre map., plan. i grab.
Materia: Atlas - Obras anteriores a 1800
Impresor: Blaeu, Joan, 1596-1673, imp.
Lugar de impresión: Holanda. Amsterdam
Localización: fama.us.es/record=b2058758~S5*spi
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Rochester is a town and historic city in the unitary authority of Medway in Kent, England. It is situated at the lowest bridging point of the River Medway about 30 miles (50 km) from London.
Rochester was for many years a favourite of Charles Dickens, who owned nearby Gads Hill Place, Higham,[1] basing many of his novels on the area. The Diocese of Rochester, the second oldest in England, is based at Rochester Cathedral and was responsible for the founding of a school, now The King's School in 604 AD,[2] which is recognised as being the second oldest continuously running school in the world. Rochester Castle, built by Bishop Gundulf of Rochester, has one of the best preserved keepsin either England or France, and during the First Barons' War (1215–1217) in King John's reign, baronial forces captured the castle from Archbishop Stephen Langton and held it against the king, who then besieged it.[3]
Neighbouring Chatham, Gillingham, Strood and a number of outlying villages, together with Rochester, nowadays make up the MedwayUnitary Authority area. It was, until 1998,[4]under the control of Kent County Council and is still part of the ceremonial county of Kent, under the latest Lieutenancies Act.[5]
Toponymy[edit]
The Romano-British name for Rochester was Durobrivae, later Durobrivis c. 730 and Dorobrevis in 844. The two commonly cited origins of this name are that it either came from "stronghold by the bridge(s)",[6] or is the latinisation of the British word Dourbruf meaning "swiftstream".[7]Durobrivis was pronounced 'Robrivis. Bede copied down this name, c. 730, mistaking its meaning as Hrofi's fortified camp (OE Hrofes cæster). From this we get c. 730 Hrofæscæstre, 811 Hrofescester, 1086 Rovescester, 1610 Rochester.[6] The Latinised adjective 'Roffensis' refers to Rochester.[7]
Neolithic remains have been found in the vicinity of Rochester; over time it has been variously occupied by Celts, Romans, Jutes and/or Saxons. During the Celtic period it was one of the two administrative centres of the Cantiaci tribe. During the Roman conquest of Britain a decisive battle was fought at the Medway somewhere near Rochester. The first bridge was subsequently constructed early in the Roman period. During the later Roman period the settlement was walled in stone. King Ethelbert of Kent(560–616) established a legal system which has been preserved in the 12th century Textus Roffensis. In AD 604 the bishopric and cathedral were founded. During this period, from the recall of the legions until the Norman conquest, Rochester was sacked at least twice and besieged on another occasion.
The medieval period saw the building of the current cathedral (1080–1130, 1227 and 1343), the building of two castles and the establishment of a significant town. Rochester Castle saw action in the sieges of 1215 and 1264. Its basic street plan was set out, constrained by the river, Watling Street, Rochester Priory and the castle.
Rochester has produced two martyrs: St John Fisher, executed by Henry VIII for refusing to sanction the divorce of Catherine of Aragon; and Bishop Nicholas Ridley, executed by Queen Mary for being an English Reformation protestant.
The city was raided by the Dutch as part of the Second Anglo-Dutch War. The Dutch, commanded by Admiral de Ruijter, broke through the chain at Upnor[8] and sailed to Rochester Bridge capturing part of the English fleet and burning it.[9]
The ancient City of Rochester merged with the Borough of Chatham and part of the Strood Rural District in 1974 to form the Borough of Medway. It was later renamed Rochester-upon-Medway, and its City status transferred to the entire borough. In 1998 another merger with the rest of the Medway Towns created the Medway Unitary Authority. The outgoing council neglected to appoint ceremonial "Charter Trustees" to continue to represent the historic Rochester area, causing Rochester to lose its City status – an error not even noticed by council officers for four years, until 2002.[10][11]
Military History
Rochester has for centuries been of great strategic importance through its position near the confluence of the Thames and the Medway. Rochester Castle was built to guard the river crossing, and the Royal Dockyard's establishment at Chatham witnessed the beginning of the Royal Navy's long period of supremacy. The town, as part of Medway, is surrounded by two circles of fortresses; the inner line built during the Napoleonic warsconsists of Fort Clarence, Fort Pitt, Fort Amherst and Fort Gillingham. The outer line of Palmerston Forts was built during the 1860s in light of the report by the Royal Commission on the Defence of the United Kingdomand consists of Fort Borstal, Fort Bridgewood, Fort Luton, and the Twydall Redoubts, with two additional forts on islands in the Medway, namely Fort Hoo and Fort Darnet.
During the First World War the Short Brothers' aircraft manufacturing company developed the first plane to launch a torpedo, the Short Admiralty Type 184, at its seaplane factory on the River Medway not far from Rochester Castle. In the intervening period between the 20th century World Wars the company established a world-wide reputation as a constructor of flying boats with aircraft such as the Singapore, Empire 'C'-Class and Sunderland. During the Second World War, Shorts also designed and manufactured the first four-engined bomber, the Stirling.
The UK's decline in naval power and shipbuilding competitiveness led to the government decommissioning the RN Shipyard at Chatham in 1984, which led to the subsequent demise of much local maritime industry. Rochester and its neighbouring communities were hit hard by this and have experienced a painful adjustment to a post-industrial economy, with much social deprivation and unemployment resulting. On the closure of Chatham Dockyard the area experienced an unprecedented surge in unemployment to 24%; this had dropped to 2.4% of the local population by 2014.[12]
Former City of Rochester[edit]
Rochester was recognised as a City from 1211 to 1998. The City of Rochester's ancient status was unique, as it had no formal council or Charter Trustees nor a Mayor, instead having the office of Admiral of the River Medway, whose incumbent acted as de facto civic leader.[13] On 1 April 1974, the City Council was abolished under the Local Government Act 1972, and the territory was merged with the District of Medway, Borough of Chatham and most of Strood Rural District to form a new a local government district called the Borough of Medway, within the county of Kent. Medway Borough Council applied to inherit Rochester's city status, but this was refused; instead letters patent were granted constituting the area of the former Rochester local government district to be the City of Rochester, to "perpetuate the ancient name" and to recall "the long history and proud heritage of the said City".[14] The Home Officesaid that the city status may be extended to the entire borough if it had "Rochester" in its name, so in 1979, Medway Borough Council renamed the borough to Borough of Rochester-upon-Medway, and in 1982, Rochester's city status was transferred to the entire borough by letters patent, with the district being called the City of Rochester-upon-Medway.[13]
On 1 April 1998, the existing local government districts of Rochester-upon-Medway and Gillingham were abolished and became the new unitary authority of Medway. The Department of Environment, Transport and the Regions informed the city council that since it was the local government district that officially held City status under the 1982 Letters Patent, the council would need to appoint charter trustees to preserve its city status, but the outgoing Labour-run council decided not to appoint charter trustees, so the city status was lost when Rochester-upon-Medway was abolished as a local government district.[15][16][17] The other local government districts with City status that were abolished around this time, Bath and Hereford, decided to appoint Charter Trustees to maintain the existence of their own cities and the mayoralties. The incoming Medway Council apparently only became aware of this when, in 2002, it was advised that Rochester was not on the Lord Chancellor's Office's list of cities.[18][19]
In 2010, Medway Council started to refer to the "City of Medway" in promotional material, but it was rebuked and instructed not to do so in future by the Advertising Standards Authority.[20]
Governance[edit]
Civic history and traditions[edit]
Rochester and its neighbours, Chatham and Gillingham, form a single large urban area known as the Medway Towns with a population of about 250,000. Since Norman times Rochester had always governed land on the other side of the Medway in Strood, which was known as Strood Intra; before 1835 it was about 100 yards (91 m) wide and stretched to Gun Lane. In the 1835 Municipal Corporations Act the boundaries were extended to include more of Strood and Frindsbury, and part of Chatham known as Chatham Intra. In 1974, Rochester City Council was abolished and superseded by Medway Borough Council, which also included the parishes of Cuxton, Halling and Cliffe, and the Hoo Peninsula. In 1979 the borough became Rochester-upon-Medway. The Admiral of the River Medway was ex-officio Mayor of Rochester and this dignity transferred to the Mayor of Medway when that unitary authority was created, along with the Admiralty Court for the River which constitutes a committee of the Council.[21]
Like many of the mediaeval towns of England, Rochester had civic Freemen whose historic duties and rights were abolished by the Municipal Corporations Act 1835. However, the Guild of Free Fishers and Dredgers continues to the present day and retains rights, duties and responsibilities on the Medway, between Sheerness and Hawkwood Stone.[22] This ancient corporate body convenes at the Admiralty Court whose Jury of Freemen is responsible for the conservancy of the River as enshrined in current legislation. The City Freedom can be obtained by residents after serving a period of "servitude", i.e. apprenticeship (traditionally seven years), before admission as a Freeman. The annual ceremonial Beating of the Boundsby the River Medway takes place after the Admiralty Court, usually on the first Saturday of July.
Rochester first obtained City status in 1211, but this was lost due to an administrative oversight when Rochester was absorbed by the Medway Unitary Authority.[10] Subsequently, the Medway Unitary Authority has applied for City status for Medway as a whole, rather than merely for Rochester. Medway applied unsuccessfully for City status in 2000 and 2002 and again in the Queen's Diamond Jubilee Year of 2012.[23] Any future bid to regain formal City status has been recommended to be made under the aegis of Rochester-upon-Medway.
Ecclesiastical parishes[edit]
There were three medieval parishes: St Nicholas', St Margaret's and St Clement's. St Clement's was in Horsewash Lane until the last vicar died in 1538 when it was joined with St Nicholas' parish; the church last remaining foundations were finally removed when the railway was being constructed in the 1850s. St Nicholas' Church was built in 1421 beside the cathedral to serve as a parish church for the citizens of Rochester. The ancient cathedral included the Benedictine monastic priory of St Andrew with greater status than the local parishes.[24] Rochester's pre-1537 diocese, under the jurisdiction of the Church of Rome, covered a vast area extending into East Anglia and included all of Essex.[25]
As a result of the restructuring of the Church during the Reformation the cathedral was reconsecrated as the Cathedral Church of Christ and the Blessed Virgin Mary without parochial responsibilities, being a diocesan church.[26] In the 19th century the parish of St Peter's was created to serve the burgeoning city with the new church being consecrated in 1859. Following demographic shifts, St Peter's and St Margaret's were recombined as a joint benefice in 1953 with the parish of St Nicholas with St Clement being absorbed in 1971.[27] The combined parish is now the "Parish of St Peter with St Margaret", centred at the new (1973) Parish Centre in The Delce (St Peter's) with St Margaret's remaining as a chapel-of-ease. Old St Peter's was demolished in 1974, while St Nicholas' Church has been converted into the diocesan offices but remains consecrated. Continued expansion south has led to the creation of an additional more recent parish of St Justus (1956) covering The Tideway estate and surrounding area.[28]
A church dedicated to St Mary the Virgin at Eastgate, which was of Anglo-Saxon foundation, is understood to have constituted a parish until the Middle Ages, but few records survive.[29]
Geography
Rochester lies within the area, known to geologists, as the London Basin. The low-lying Hoo peninsula to the north of the town consists of London Clay, and the alluvium brought down by the two rivers—the Thames and the Medway—whose confluence is in this area. The land rises from the river, and being on the dip slope of the North Downs, this consists of chalksurmounted by the Blackheath Beds of sand and gravel.
As a human settlement, Rochester became established as the lowest river crossing of the River Medway, well before the arrival of the Romans.
It is a focal point between two routes, being part of the main route connecting London with the Continent and the north-south routes following the course of the Medway connecting Maidstone and the Weald of Kent with the Thames and the North Sea. The Thames Marshes were an important source of salt. Rochester's roads follow north Kent's valleys and ridges of steep-sided chalk bournes. There are four ways out of town to the south: up Star Hill, via The Delce,[30] along the Maidstone Road or through Borstal. The town is inextricably linked with the neighbouring Medway Towns but separate from Maidstone by a protective ridge known as the Downs, a designated area of Outstanding Natural Beauty.
At its most limited geographical size, Rochester is defined as the market town within the city walls, now associated with the historic medieval city. However, Rochester historically also included the ancient wards of Strood Intra on the river's west bank, and Chatham Intra as well as the three old parishes on the Medway's east bank.
The diocese of Rochester is another geographical entity which can be referred to as Rochester.
Climate[edit]
Rochester has an oceanic climate similar to much of southern England, being accorded Köppen Climate Classification-subtype of "Cfb" (Marine West Coast Climate).[31]
On 10 August 2003, neighbouring Gravesend recorded one of the highest temperatures since meteorogical records began in the United Kingdom, with a reading of 38.1 degrees Celsius (100.6 degrees Fahrenheit),[32]only beaten by Brogdale, near Faversham, 22 miles (35 km) to the ESE.[33] The weather station at Brogdale is run by a volunteer, only reporting its data once a month, whereas Gravesend, which has an official Met Office site at the PLA pilot station,[34] reports data hourly.
Being near the mouth of the Thames Estuary with the North Sea, Rochester is relatively close to continental Europe and enjoys a somewhat less temperate climate than other parts of Kent and most of East Anglia. It is therefore less cloudy, drier and less prone to Atlanticdepressions with their associated wind and rain than western regions of Britain, as well as being hotter in summer and colder in winter. Rochester city centre's micro-climate is more accurately reflected by these officially recorded figures than by readings taken at Rochester Airport.[35]
North and North West Kent continue to record higher temperatures in summer, sometimes being the hottest area of the country, eg. on the warmest day of 2011, when temperatures reached 33.1 degrees.[36]Additionally, it holds at least two records for the year 2010, of 30.9 degrees[37] and 31.7 degrees C.[38] Another record was set during England's Indian summer of 2011 with 29.9 degrees C., the highest temperature ever recorded in the UK for October.
North and North West Kent continue to record higher temperatures in summer, sometimes being the hottest area of the country, eg. on the warmest day of 2011, when temperatures reached 33.1 degrees.[36]Additionally, it holds at least two records for the year 2010, of 30.9 degrees[37] and 31.7 degrees C.[38] Another record was set during England's Indian summer of 2011 with 29.9 degrees C., the highest temperature ever recorded in the UK for October.
Building
Rochester comprises numerous important historic buildings, the most prominent of which are the Guildhall, the Corn Exchange, Restoration House, Eastgate House, as well as Rochester Castle and Rochester Cathedral. Many of the town centre's old buildings date from as early as the 14th century up to the 18th century. The chapel of St Bartholomew's Hospital dates from the ancient priory hospital's foundation in 1078.
Economy
Thomas Aveling started a small business in 1850 producing and repairing agricultural plant equipment. In 1861 this became the firm of Aveling and Porter, which was to become the largest manufacturer of agricultural machinery and steam rollers in the country.[39] Aveling was elected Admiral of the River Medway (i.e. Mayor of Rochester) for 1869-70.
Culture[edit]
Sweeps Festival[edit]
Since 1980 the city has seen the revival of the historic Rochester Jack-in-the-Green May Day dancing chimney sweeps tradition, which had died out in the early 1900s. Though not unique to Rochester (similar sweeps' gatherings were held across southern England, notably in Bristol, Deptford, Whitstable and Hastings), its revival was directly inspired by Dickens' description of the celebration in Sketches by Boz.
The festival has since grown from a small gathering of local Morris dancesides to one of the largest in the world.[40] The festival begins with the "Awakening of Jack-in-the-Green" ceremony,[41] and continues in Rochester High Street over the May Bank Holiday weekend.
There are numerous other festivals in Rochester apart from the Sweeps Festival. The association with Dickens is the theme for Rochester's two Dickens Festivals held annually in June and December.[42] The Medway Fuse Festival[43] usually arranges performances in Rochester and the latest festival to take shape is the Rochester Literature Festival, the brainchild of three local writers.[44]
Library[edit]
A new public library was built alongside the Adult Education Centre, Eastgate. This enabled the registry office to move from Maidstone Road, Chatham into the Corn Exchange on Rochester High Street (where the library was formerly housed). As mentioned in a report presented to Medway Council's Community Services Overview and Scrutiny Committee on 28 March 2006, the new library opened in late summer (2006).[45]
Theatre[edit]
There is a small amateur theatre called Medway Little Theatre on St Margaret's Banks next to Rochester High Street near the railway station.[46] The theatre was formed out of a creative alliance with the Medway Theatre Club, managed by Marion Martin, at St Luke's Methodist Church on City Way, Rochester[47] between 1985 and 1988, since when drama and theatre studies have become well established in Rochester owing to the dedication of the Medway Theatre Club.[48]
Media[edit]
Local newspapers for Rochester include the Medway Messenger, published by the KM Group, and free newspapers such as Medway Extra(KM Group) and Yourmedway (KOS Media).
The local commercial radio station for Rochester is KMFM Medway, owned by the KM Group. Medway is also served by community radio station Radio Sunlight. The area also receives broadcasts from county-wide stations BBC Radio Kent, Heart and Gold, as well as from various Essex and Greater London radio stations.[49]
Sport[edit]
Football is played with many teams competing in Saturday and Sunday leagues.[50] The local football club is Rochester United F.C. Rochester F.C. was its old football club but has been defunct for many decades. Rugby is also played; Medway R.F.C. play their matches at Priestfields and Old Williamsonians is associated with Sir Joseph Williamson's Mathematical School.[51]
Cricket is played in the town, with teams entered in the Kent Cricket League. Holcombe Hockey Club is one of the largest in the country,[52]and is based at Holcombe Park. The men's and women's 1st XI are part of the England Hockey League.[53] Speedway was staged on a track adjacent to City Way that opened in 1932. Proposals for a revival in the early 1970s did not materialise and the Rochester Bombers became the Romford Bombers.[54]
Sailing and rowing are also popular on the River Medway with respective clubs being based in Rochester.[55][56]
Film[edit]
The 1959 James Bond Goldfinger describes Bond driving along the A2through the Medway Towns from Strood to Chatham. Of interest is the mention of "inevitable traffic jams" on the Strood side of Rochester Bridge, the novel being written some years prior to the construction of the M2 motorway Medway bypass.
Rochester is the setting of the controversial 1965 Peter Watkins television film The War Game, which depicts the town's destruction by a nuclear missile.[57] The opening sequence was shot in Chatham Town Hall, but the credits particularly thank the people of Dover, Gravesend and Tonbridge.
The 2011 adventure film Ironclad (dir. Jonathan English) is based upon the 1215 siege of Rochester Castle. There are however a few areaswhere the plot differs from accepted historical narrative.
Notable people[edit]
Charles Dickens
The historic city was for many years the favourite of Charles Dickens, who lived within the diocese at nearby Gads Hill Place, Higham, many of his novels being based on the area. Descriptions of the town appear in Pickwick Papers, Great Expectations and (lightly fictionalised as "Cloisterham") in The Mystery of Edwin Drood. Elements of two houses in Rochester, Satis House and Restoration House, are used for Miss Havisham's house in Great Expectations, Satis House.[58]
Sybil Thorndike
The actress Dame Sybil Thorndike and her brother Russell were brought up in Minor Canon Row adjacent to the cathedral; the daughter of a canon of Rochester Cathedral, she was educated at Rochester Grammar School for Girls. A local doctors' practice,[59] local dental practice[60] and a hall at Rochester Grammar School are all named after her.[61]
Peter Buck
Sir Peter Buck was Admiral of the Medway in the 17th century; knightedin 1603 he and Bishop Barlow hosted King James, the Stuart royal familyand the King of Denmark in 1606. A civil servant to The Royal Dockyardand Lord High Admiral, Buck lived at Eastgate House, Rochester.
Denis Redman
Major-General Denis Redman, a World War II veteran, was born and raised in Rochester and later became a founder member of REME, head of his Corps and a Major-General in the British Army.
Kelly Brook
The model and actress Kelly Brook went to Delce Junior School in Rochester and later the Thomas Aveling School (formerly Warren Wood Girls School).
The singer and songwriter Tara McDonald now lives in Rochester.
The Prisoners, a rock band from 1980 to 1986, were formed in Rochester. They are part of what is known as the "Medway scene".
Kelly Tolhurst MP is the current parliamentary representative for the constituency.
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You almost have to be a mountain goat to get to these falls. It's straight up the side of a mountain, and takes what seems like nearly an hour to get there.
I kept asking people coming back down, "are we there yet?" They all assured me it was just a little bit further. LIARS, It took forever to get to the top, and I thought I was going to collapse upon arrival.
When I was able to catch my breath, I notice there were a large number of people both young and old sitting around on the ground and on rocks and seats made of boulders. I stood in the midst and asked in a loud voice, "Okay, who brought the beer?" A guy in his early 40's I think stood up and handed me a cold can of beer. I couldn't believe it, I was dumb founded. I just stood there with I'm sure a dumb look on my face, as I was in shock that there was somebody willing to toot a case of beer up the Matterhorn so he could enjoy a cold one at the top. I said, "THANK YOU", popped the top and let it slide down my throat. I was so thirsty and wonder why I never thought about bring a small bottle of water with me?
But then I never thought I was going to be climbing a mountain to look at a waterfall I never knew existed before then. Man that beer tasted great, and I almost never drink beer unless my wife and I spilt on when we get pizza which is nearly never. :^ }
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16 I am not ashamed of the gospel, because it is the power of God for the SALVATION of everyone WHO BELIEVES: first for the Jew, then for the Gentile. 17 For in the gospel a RIGHTEOUSNESS FROM GOD IS REVEALED, a righteousness that is by FAITH FROM FIRST TO LAST, just as it is written: "THE RIGHTEOUS WILL LIVE BY FAITH." (Romans 1:16-17)
16 KNOW that a man is NOT justified by observing the law, but by FAITH IN JESUS CHRIST. So we, too, have put our faith in Christ Jesus that we may be JUSTIFIED BY FAITH in CHRIST and NOT by observing the law, BECAUSE BY OBSERVING THE LAW NO ONE WILL BE JUSTIFIED. (Galatians 2:16)
1. Now, brothers, I want to remind you of the gospel I preached to you, which you received and on which you have taken your stand. 2. BY THIS GOSPEL YOU ARE SAVED, if you hold firmly to the word I preached to you. Otherwise, you have believed in vain.
3. For what I received I passed on to you as of first importance: that Christ died for our sins according to the Scriptures, 4. that he was buried, that he was raised on the third day according to the Scriptures, 5. and that he appeared to Peter, and then to the Twelve. 6. After that, he appeared to more than five hundred of the brothers at the same time, most of whom are still living, though some have fallen asleep. 7. Then he appeared to James, then to all the apostles, 8. and last of all he appeared to me also, as to one abnormally born.
9. For I am the least of the apostles and do not even deserve to be called an apostle, because I persecuted the church of God. 10. But by the grace of God I am what I am, and his grace to me was not without effect. No, I worked harder than all of them--yet not I, but the grace of God that was with me. 11. Whether, then, it was I or they, this is what we preach, and this is what you believed. (1 Corinthians 15:1-11)
7. Therefore Jesus said again, "I tell you the truth, I am the gate for the sheep. 8. All who ever came before me were thieves and robbers, but the sheep did not listen to them. 9. I am the gate; whoever enters through me WILL BE SAVED. He will come in and go out, and find pasture. 10. The thief comes only to STEAL and KILL and DESTROY; I have come that they may have LIFE, and have it to the FULL. (John 10:7-10)
Jesus came to bring spiritual LIFE to the spiritually dead and set the captives FREE! FREE from RELIGION, ERROR and outright LIES, so WE might serve THE LIVING GOD! In SPIRIT and in TRUTH!
So you'll KNOW, and not think you're to bad for God to love. The Christian LIFE isn't about how good WE are, because NONE of us are! It's about how GOOD JESUS IS! Because JESUS LOVES US, so much he died in our place and took the punishment for all of our sins on himself. The wages of sin is DEATH, and Jesus died that death for YOU and I. The good news is there no more punishment for sin left, we were and are all born forgive as a result of the crucifixion of God himself on the cross that took away the sins of the whole world. All we have to do is believe it, and put your Faith in the finished work of Jesus Christ. That my friends is REAL UNCONDITIONAL LOVE! YOU ARE LOVED. ❤️ ✝️ ❤️
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Center fielder Gabi Robles got charged with the error when she collided with RF Kelly Ryono. This gave Iowa two runs, which meant that Illinois' two runs in the 7th tied the game instead of producing a walk-off victory. Iowa won in 9.
A diesel and a Stream Engine will not fit onto the turntable together.
A Shunting error.
Embarrassing when you have around 40 people watching from all sides.
A large O Gauge layout at York (UK) Model Railway Show 2016.
Part of the 27 road Laramie Shed (USA) is modelled with good detail and superb slow speed running of the models.
My Flickr account has broken twice!
1. I can no longer favorite other people's works
2. I can't follow other people
3. I can't add my photos to a group
4. I can't comment others photo
first time, I have no idea why my flickr broken
But when it broke the second time (Now), I find cause from me, But not sure
My last activity was after posting two comments. and including word [Stud.io]
[Stud.io] is LEGO digital program's name, and name has include dot
Is there a possibility to judge it as URL and spam due to the included dot?
Does anyone have experience like me? Other websites also
I want to know
Thank you!
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THE OUTSIDER (CHAPTER THREE)
FOOLS GOLD .
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Standing over the body of Johnny Watkins, a sense of relief pulses through my veins as he breathes one last time before the death rattle grips his worthless bones and sees him across the water to wherever his destiny lies. I'm guessing with his past, it ain't gonna be somewhere pleasant, no green valleys or scenic splendour for one with such a black soul and lack of heart. His younger brother lies not ten feet away, choking and a'spluttering with three bullets in his chest and ruby red blood flowing into the crystal clear river water that lives on as a reminder of what this ghost town was once about. He's not long for this world neither, and I delight in his curious displeasure at staring at the body of his dead kin before he himself meets his maker and faces what punishment the good Lord deems fit to hand out.
The rains came early with a vengeance at the very vapourss of the winter season, as a deluge of angry water cast aside all manner of obstacles with relentless force like they were never there, gatherin' up mountain rock and trees the size of homesteads and carrying them away like they was nevermeantt to be there, violently beating a pathway through the canyon and down towards the village way on yonder. As though Mother Nature herself had cast a long overdue judgement upon the sins of the greedy townsfolk, invoking her wrath upon them with a venom and Spite of Vitriolic proportion, she sure laid waste to the landscape in an effort to rightfully claim what was always hers. By now it was too late for shallow regrets and false emotion and the damage was done. The waters swelled with muddy brown silt and debris from the once moss covered rocks so dry and baron for many months previously, as tiny plant life which had sprung up to try and cover the shame of the dried out river bed, were now swallowed up, devoured and willingly played their part in the merciless onslaught by the rampaging water.
The arrogant humans had tried to tame the liquid goddess with dams and boulders, stones and rocks, building the semblance of a town where the glitzy gold strike had caused a stir, put dollar signs into the eyes of each and every prospector and made a bunch of millionaires from worthless souls for their part in the rape and pillage of the landscape . Hastily fashioned ugly wooden boxes sprung up like weeds, masquerading as desirable homes for the prosperous and adventurous who came in their droves to make their money and find a personal piece of someone else's vision of Utopia. Mother Nature sat up and took note as her lush valleys were dug with implementation of flesh and steel. Trees that had lived for centuries as her children, cut down with jagged blades to a cacophony of juvenile whoops of joy. Man against nature and the odds seemed stacked on the humans side. But looks can often be deceptive and she had a plan or two up her sleeve. With every carving of her sinuous landscape she shed silent tears and tiny wails that only those who cared enough to give a damn, could understand.
And did the humans believe that they could plunder her treasures without a fight? Of course they did, the sons of bitches. An arrogance which defied belief brought down upon it a retribution swift and merciless. A couple'a years back I'd have cared little for such plunderin' of the landscape if not for the words to the wise from Grey wolf who shed tears for the white man's disregard, and watched as all he held sacred and of beauty was dug up or pulled down, pushed aside in the name of progress, built upon or burned to the ground. And isn't that the white man's legacy in these lands, the destruction of all and everything of natural beauty just to further his own progress and tend to his own selfish need and greed.
A township fashioned out of land that once was so majestically proportioned, resplendent with all the modern day trappings of prosperity and wealth. Banks and whore houses, gambling dens of iniquity and supplies stores with everything from Winchesters to spades. Resources tapped to their limits and greed fuelling the euphoria of celebrations and drunken debauchery rife, the town grew fat and bloated, spreading like a malevolent force, demanding more of Mother natures precious treasures . Hastily erected, precarious constructions that pierced her body with their wooden struts, and water channels which undermined the very foundations of their civilization hurriedly created, a time for all who dared, prospered, but at what cost? When the drought came, the people prayed to a God who hung his head in shame, in church at the feet of a priest who had sold his soul long ago to the devil himself, for a fistful of dreams and belly full of liquor. Now, nothing could save the people from the winds of fate, and still they couldn't see it, blinded by the gold rush and dreams of makin' it big. The repercussions came none too soon. Tame a river, take a chance, try to tame Mother Nature and you're simply pissing in the wind.
The heavens opened and the rains finally took their revenge. Day after day, the deluge came. Rain lashed down on a demoralised folk for weeks on end, until all but the most brave or foolhardy had drowned or packed their dreams into hurriedly gathered boxes and fled for the mainland. The dam burst her banks and screamed with delight as the water cleansed the valley of all traces of humanity, and the old gold mine imploded, pulled back into the ground until only legends of it's existence remained. Those below ground perished along with plenty above and trying to make their ways to a freedom that seemed so far out of reach. And when the water ceased and the sunrise came, all that had been before was once again restored to how it had been before the plague of man had descended upon the landscape. And now the land lies dormant and uninhabited, the forest thick with lush foliage and left alone to prosper once more. And Mother Nature smiles down exactly as Grey wolf had foreseen, on what is rightfully hers. That ole Injun saw it all with the vision of his forefathers from the days when his people respected the land and knew their place in the wider scheme of things.
It seems fitting that the architects of this failure now come to rest in the river which ended their dreams of a gold rush and pockets filled with money. The Watkins brothers had inherited the land with the ill-gotten gains from their part in the massacre of my family, and through the butchering of the town elders who stood in their way. Staying on to try and rebuild the devastated town once the floods had come and the inhabitants moved on to some other fools paradise in another valley, the boys had sealed their own fate, as I journeyed far and wide to send them to the grave. Like the blood sucking leaches that were this pair of sadistic siblings, the brothers piggy backed onto the towns notoriety with eyes filled full'a dollar signs and the stench of corruption high in the air. Build a reputation and the people will come, as they surely did in their droves, and the brothers were happy to relieve them of their money with gambling joints, two bit protection rackets and fingers in the candy jars at every given opportunity. And if you're thinkin' on squandering a little of your concern on the fate of these two killers who this day have fallen prey to the lead of my pistols, then I'd seriously reconsider if I were you. A pair of more evil sons of bitches you would surely never stumble across under one family roof. With a penchant for beating on young girls barely old enough to spell the profession of their choice, let alone perform the acts demanded of them, and a liking for carving his initials into the innocent flesh on the bodies of the poor girls crossing his path, I once saw James Watkins skin a man whole for stealin' his whiskey glass in a saloon bar out of Fort MacKenzie, and carry part of the skin around as a trophy for the fun of it. Blackness of the soul don't even scratch the surface none of a man who started his kiling out of morbid fascination and dark curiosity. Reloading my Colt with a barrel full of fresh lead, I slowly walk over to where James Watkins lies in so much pain, eyes crumpled and desperately trying to fix me in his gaze as I plant a boot onto that blood spattered chest and push him into the shallow river water. He fights to breathe, a body consumed in pain and delirium, feeble arms flailing around as I allow him up for one last gasp. Amidst the cursin' and spittin' as he tries to clear his face and punch a line of sight through the coverin' of blood and water, his pained expression slowly turns to a wry grin as he fixes me an awful stare, head tilted to one side, the look of devilment in those soulless eyes.
" She didn't die well ya know, Elizabeth. And struggle... man, she were meaner than a bull under the heat of a branding iron. But we had a way of keepin' her silenced as we all took turns with her. And all the while she cried your name. Ain't that just the sweetest thing to note? I may be dead soon fella, but you'll have to live with the pain and guilt for the rest of your life. How does that feel, to be a prisoner to sorrow? "
Anger rips through my bones like never before as I press my boot harder into his chest until my body weight has his face and mouth under the flowing river water. His nose plain cracks open under my force and I can feel him fighting for all he is worth to clutch another breath of air, blood oozing from his wounds and face startin' to turn a lighter shade as the life leaves his wretched limbs and those evil eyes stare ever larger with a strange mixture of surprise and fear etched into them. I release my grip and up he comes, flailing and splutterin' and cursin' me to Hell and Damnation like never before.
" I'll see you in hell ", he splutters between lungfuls of water which fill his nostrils and mouth and cause a gag reflex that sees arms and legs scrabbling to pull him upwards against my weight. I'm done loading my shells and spin the barrel which glistens in the glorious sunlight. I smile and cock the hammer, aiming the gun downwards towards his temple.
" You won't have long to wait my friend". Wa Ka Liva jolts as the sound of the bullet echoes off the surrounding trees and the body stops fighting me, a lifelessness taking over it's form and eyes glazing over as if the sparkle of life is draining away with each fraction of a second. The lifeless carcass collapses back onto the river bed as I spit on it's form and holster my weapon, a plume of smoke and the smell of cordite reaching my nostrils as I turn to walk away. The sun catches something glinting in his open waistcoat pocket, and as I lean over to examine the area, my hands retrieve the small gold pocket watch that I gave to my eldest boy not long before that fateful day. In good faith I sat my boy down and explained to him how one day he would be the man of the house, and how he would have to be strong for his mother, little knowing that the watch and words would be my last gifts to him. A father should not be around to witness his sons buried in his own lifetime, it ain't how things should be, it ain't the order of things so to speak. I had to dig the graves with my own hands, deep enough to ward away the prairie dogs and scavengers from getting at what little remained of my family's burned flesh once the fire had finally died away. Rubbing the metal between my thumb and index finger on my right hand, memories flood my mind and tears well in the corners of my eyes, something that I'm not accustomed to. A man aughtta be strong ya know. Cupping the watch in my hand, I place it into my own pocket and holster my gun once more. There are many miles to travel and four more names on my list of men I have to kill. I will not rest until my retribution is complete.
I take a final look around at the land of fools gold where dreams, like river water flowed on borrowed time and drunken hopes. The lure of money, the promise of a better tomorrow, the power of fear, the greed of mankind all displayed so neatly here in one little town that was, but is no more. Talk of dreams and people will listen, sell a dream and they will surely buy, try to tell them the error of their ways and they'll fill you full of lead soon as look at ya. Ain't we just the damnedest race. I'm thinking soon the posse will be joined by more bounty hunters taking those pictures of me from the town doors with a couple of new murders to my name, a couple of hundred dollars added to the bounty for me dead or alive. It's time to saddle up and leave, there are many miles to cross.
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Written January 1st 2010/Rewritten April 5th 2011
Photograph taken at the Nooksack Falls Creek off Wells Road on the Mount Baker Highway 542, Washington State USA on September 15th 2008
Nikkor D300 32mm 1/200s f/7.1 iso200
Nikkor AF-S 18-135mm f/3.5-5.6G ED IF. UV filter
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