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Today I started planning a few escapes for the next year or two, but then the sun came out (yay!) and I only got as far as Paris before I started day-dreaming (this may have more to do with the fact that I woke up at 3:15 this morning and couldn't get back to sleep than anything else, lol). How much travelling we'll manage with our budget is another issue, but it never hurts to dream.
I took a few pictures of this and similar set ups, but for some reason I thought the out-of-focus one most apt for the challenge - again that could be sleep deprivation talking.
ODC, Escape
fire escapes create a pattern of iron lace across the front of this building along Broadway in the West 70s, New York City
This is my first installment in the 2010 Christmas Countdown Challenge.
AND THERE IS STILL TIME TO JOIN!
The only rule is to upload one Christmas related a photo a day during the month of December from the 1st to the 25th and add it to the group pool. (if you miss a day, no big deal) You can join the group by clicking on here.
It's lots of fun, and is a great way to make new contacts and friends........
.........and a nice relaxing escape while preparing for Christmas......honestly!
Sad to say these tunnels no longer exist after the new construction at the Salem Mental hospital...
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Oven at abandoned cookies factory
I don't know whether the escape route was meant for the machine operator or the cookies....
Fire escapes are a real feature of the older apartment blocks in Old Port, Montreal. I loved the simple efficiency of the design.
Plans can change a lot, especially at this time of the year when the weather can vary dramatically from what's forecast. Knowing I was off on Wednesday, I had decided I was going to take a drive up the A93 to Braemar and then onwards to the waterfalls in the Dee Valley to the west. Then I found out my friend was off so instead, I planned a walk through Glen Lochsie.
Unfortunately, once we'd arrived in Spittal of Glenshee, misty rain was falling and with no sign of it letting up, we resorted to the original plan of just having a nice drive around the countryside (which is no bad thing, really). Once we'd driven a few miles north of where we'd planned to walk, we'd left the rain but the landscape still looked unforgiving.
This photo was taken from the bottom of the Cairnwell Pass and it shows the storm we'd just driven through lingering over Glenshee. At this point, the A93 sits around 440m above sea level but in the space of around a mile, the road climbs up to 670m - the highest point reached by a public road in the UK.
The Escape.
(Linoleum Cut).
Dost thou really thinkst that thous cell can holdst thee?
thy fleotende speedy thiaf of thee nychte,
clos thy blinds, don't look hither,
thy sails of hell show'th thy weg,
coffins are laid in thy wake,
wretch'd lawyers mouths ar'st eall agap'd,
scatter hither ut of thy way,
dangerous foe waityng to take,
henceforth take mind along with a note,
to alle thee readers reading thee wits,wit thy stars,
épier ut for poets on thee mend,
e'vn without a pen in hand,
daunsen down thy streets on wound'd egos past,
thou'st do'st pant wið alle rage,
as thou climb'st on thee way world tracks on shiftyng sand,
thy furtune ar'st now beforan thee as thy winds calm alas,
a 'tis a brittle,a kittle for a dinner, unus moste eat a free bird must bathe,
arise and learn from this escape of lore,
reliance on stories once told,
thou must teach your child,
tyme to tellen eall,
glossy ar'st thee eyes as tears ask why?
thy escape was fast and envenom'd bold,
humbl'st of selfs now living on emerald oceans be,
thee blue waves all asunder,
as thy gentle escape now lulls in thy sleep,
'tis a deep'st slumber as thee sapping restful sea.
Steve.D.Hammond.
Excerpt from a journal found in the outskirts of Osaka, Japan 3 months after the main event:
Chaos, chaos is the best word to describe this. The whole world's a mess. Water, sewage, weapons, explosives; it's a mess. I'm not even sure anyone knows what is happening anymore. The government has seemingly disappeared into the air. No one is claiming responsibility for what happened...the flood. But I know the truth. My family is gone, and I'm about to be found. This is it. Our escape plan is simple: fight our way out.
This is The Flood! The storyline that John and I are starting. Expect more soon. :)
Jesus in my place!