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St Andrew, Honingham, Norfolk
I had almost given up hope of seeing inside Honingham church, until my friend John told me he'd arranged for it to be open, and would I like to come along? In truth, I was wary about meeting a character I had encountered at the church some ten years previously; not so much for what had happened, but that I had written about it in some detail afterwards. I was a little apprehensive, therefore, to turn up and discover that the man opening the church was the same one I had met all those years before. But it didn't matter, because he didn't remember me, and probably had never read what I had written.
And I found I liked Honingham church rather more than I had expected to. There is a rich atmosphere of the last decade of the 19th Century and the first decade of the 20th, and the Victorian glass is really very good. It can't have much of a congregation, and I decided that it was essentially a churchwarden's hobby church, a fiefdom. He obviously did everything here, kept in in good order looking spick and span and shipshape, and locked it determinedly against anyone who wanted to see inside without attending a service. I imagined that even God would have to wipe his feet and mumble apologetically if he wanted to get inside. All well and good for now, but once the churchwarden has gone it will soon be lost to us.
In 2006, I wrote: This big, locked, Perpendicular building, the nave and chancel rebuilt by the Victorians, is surrounded by a wide graveyard. On the north side there are sparsely scattered headstones, but to the south the church is set within a wide murderous curve of the A47. To describe this church as a landmark on the road is to assume that it would be safe to look up from the wheel to spot it; the stretch of the road between here and Hockering has claimed more deaths than any other since the A47 was taken outside the villages. I'm not suggesting that the church is responsible for this, of course, just that spotting it shouldn't be one of your priorities.
If a Martian came down and landed in the graveyard of St Andrew, Honingham, what on earth he would make of it? Would he think it was an art object? A barn, or storage facility? Or would he search for an industrial purpose? Perhaps the tall pinnacles on the tower might suggest to him that he was at the site of a scientific experiment. If the Martian had any brains, and I assume that he would have if he'd made it this far, he might perceive that the road is a lot newer than the church, and perhaps he would decide that the church was a relic of the past, its function now sidelined, perhaps forgotten altogether. Indeed, he might wonder if the road had been built deliberately to speed humans past this building and the tall stones set around it.
Perhaps this was a dangerous place. Or, maybe, it was simply an embarrassing reminder of past superstitions, a haunted site. An unlucky place, perhaps. The Martian might watch the traffic hurtling past, the drivers deliberately not looking, and think yes, that must be right. Whatever he decided, it would have to be based on a survey of the exterior, because St Andrew is always locked, unless the Sunday club is in session. He wouldn't even be able to look through the windows, because they are filled with frosted quarries.
Eventually, he might find the porch, and think it is some sort of antechamber (not an entrance, of course, for the doors beyond are locked) and for a moment ponder the holy water stoup, now filled with an old birds nest. What on earth would he make, I wonder, of the signboard on the wall that reads in part:
Friend, you have come to this church. Leave it not without a prayer.
No one entering a house ignores him who dwells in it.
This is the house of God, and He is here.
Pray, then, to him who loves you, and bids you welcome, and awaits your greeting.
A lovely sentiment, no doubt; but the Martian would still be left locked out of the house of God - if it is the house of God, of course, for if the locks and chains keep out the stranger and the pilgrim, how on earth can it be that God is in there to bid us welcome?
My friend Peter had been trying to see inside this church for years. We came this way most recently in early March, 2006. The day had started in bright sun, but as we headed here from Marlingford the east wind blew sheets of glacial cloud above us, which turned grey and, as we parked the car, turned to snow. Parking is difficult; there is a layby, but you need to approach from the west to park here. Otherwise, there is a drive which goes up to the east end of thechurch, but this was already occupied by a large BMW estate. We parked in the layby, and sat in the car for a moment, watching the fat flakes thicken.
What to do? We decided that we might just as well get out and go and take a look. Either, by some miracle, the church would be open and offer us shelter, or we could confirm our prejudices about the perpetual locking of St Andrew and be on our way.
The south side of the church has been cleared of headstones, and they have been placed in two perfectly straight lines, about 15 m apart. What would the Martian make of this? Some sort of sports arena, perhaps? Or a place to worship the sun at the solstice?
Our Martian couldn't possibly be expected to know about the great lawnmower enthusiasm of the 1960s and 1970s, when so many graveyards were cleared like this one. But the dead have their revenge, and this wide open space is now scattered with an acne of molehills.
We got into the porch and tried the inner door, which was locked of course; although it did feel as though one great shove with a shoulder would probably open it. And that was when the heavens opened. The snow was so thick in the air we could only just make out the suicidal cars thrashing up the main road to and from the Midlands. Peter is a careful driver, and he didn't much fancy heading on in a blizzard, and there didn't seem much point getting caked in snow just to go back and sit in the car, so we sheltered from the weather in the porch, and read the notices miserably.
I noticed that the presentation to the living had been suspended, which sounds drastic but simply means that the parish can't afford a Rector. The annual accounts were posted, and I noticed that the total income for the year was roughly the same as the weekly income of the church I attend in the middle of Ipswich, so this is a small parish. Eventually, I exhausted the possibilities of the noticeboard, and, feeling that I had probably squeezed the last ounce of pleasure out of the porch, I gazed out at the graveyard. This was when I noticed something rather curious. The back of the BMW estate was open, and beyond the second line of gravestones a smartly dressed man was standing in the snow bashing molehills with a spade.
At first I thought this must be an act of devotion on the part of a parishioner, or simply a Saturday morning habit. And then I wondered if it might be some kind of East Anglian country lore: if in the snow you clear his stack, mister mole will not be back. Perhaps this man had been waiting for it to snow for months.
We watched him for a while, the snow blanketing the sound of his spade into silence, rendering it surreal. But the wind was vicious, and so we stepped back into the porch, and worked out where we wanted to go next. It was while we were pondering over the map that we heard footsteps, and looking up saw that the smartly dressed man had approached us. He looked at us quizzically.
"Just here out of interest?" he asked.
"Well, we'd like to be", I replied, indicating the door. "But the church is locked."
This was such a heavy hint that, once dropped, it hit the floor with a loud clang. Surely, if this man had a key, he'd give it to us, or let us in. But he just smiled sadly and nodded in agreement, as if to say yes, the church was locked, and there was nothing he could do about it. Perhaps he'd been trying to see inside for years as well. Instead, the three of us exchanged a few polite comments about the weather, and he wandered off back to the moles.
The snow gradually thinned, and at last it stopped. We stepped out, examining the sky for signs. An uneasy truce had set in. Just a thin dusting remained on the grass to show that it had ever snowed; the sun was edging to come out, the white rime on the green fading, but there were more sheets of greying clouds huddled off in the distance. It was time to go. We wanted to make a statement of some kind, and so we left the porch gates open, as if to suggest that the the doors were not barred, and that God was in His dwelling house waiting to bid a welcome.
But by the time we got back to the car and headed eastwards past the church, someone had already closed them.
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Photograph taken at an altitude of Two hundred and thirty five metres, at 13:50pm on Saturday 18th September 2019 off Ainslie Point Road and Canal Road at the summit of Mount Norman on South Pender Island in British Columbia, Canada.
The summit is nestled within the forest within the Gulf Islands National Park Reserve, and here we have a view out across to North Pender Island, and the Southern Gulf Islands of British Columbia.
Designated as the fortieth national park in 2003 and covering 36 square kilometres (14 sq mi) of area with 16 islands and more than 30 islets, reefs and surrounding waters, it also contains Douglas-fir trees as well as Pacific dogwood, bigleaf maple, red alder and Western red cedar.
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my summer shoes.
as the end of the summer approaches, i smile at all the good memories another amazing summer has given me. and without being too "carrie bradshaw-ish" about my shoes (although i think it's too late--i already am), i have decided to do a lil' tribute to my shoes of summer 2010.
yes, these giant size 10 worn out shoes may not look like much at first. but let me tell you, they've been places. and they are significant.
except for the ridiculously inappropriate turquoise steve madden peep toe sling backs that i added to the pic just for fun, i've worn just these few pairs of shoes. all summer.
yes, my army green keens are about to celebrate their 8th (?) anniversary w/ me. these keens have been there for me. this summer they have been my kayaking shoes, my bike riding shoes, and just my "its too hot to wear tennis shoes" shoes. i adore them. and they are as good as new.
my teva flip flops....well...what can i say? i've developed such a strong bond w/ these babies, that heading back to school and not donning them daily just may kill me. there's just something about a pair of lazy flip flops that screams "summer!"
my black strappy danskos are probably my most popular run around shoe. i have had the exact same pair for 5 or 6 years (maybe more) and wore them all over europe, australia, nz, etc....all summer, for ever and ever. and this year, i threw them out. but not before replacing them w/ an identical NEW pair! ta dah!
my brown slides--just cuz you gotta have a brown pair too. skirts, shorts, jeans, whatever. these are my go-to shoes when in brown. and the heel is perfect for my occasionally achy achilles tendon.
and--of course, the tennis shoes. my work shoes. and occasion, my work OUT shoes. these babies have some miles on them. waitressing in anything less than a great shoe is torture, and i would never think of it.
so there you have it. not exactly fashion forward. my adventures and energy level and work don't allow for anything but comfort when it comes to footwear, so it's what i have.
....except for those glorious turquoise sling backs, which i've yet to wear..... :)
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For the rest of the driving duties allocated to me during the last week of the current school year, I was given F33ENF. This bus had been undergoing preparation for service when I left the UK in August 2011 and I had previously only been able to see the finished result via "Renown"s postings here on Flickr.
This vehicle is one of three that Stanways Coaches purchased from Heartlands Travel from Tamworth. Two of them came without any seating. F33 is the only one of the trio to be utilised in service by Stanways so far. The award of a contract with South Cheshire College in Crewe that required a 70 seater vehicle precipitated the refurbishment that was carried out during last year's schools summer break.
Whilst having been previously re-fitted with 70 seats by Heartlands, the value of these seats meant that they were retained by them for another upseating exercise on a newer vehicle in their fleet. Stanways were fortunate to be able to rescue a set of 70 bus seats from a vehicle that was being scrapped by another local operator. These were fitted into F33 with only a moderate amount of modification. When checking the vehicles paperwork and making a phone call to the PSV centre, it was discovered that the bus still needed the attentions of a Certifying Officer in order to authorise the up-seating and produce the correct paperwork. The opportunity was taken to paint the vehicle into a version of Stanways red, orange and white livery utilising the natural demarcation lines of the Alexander (Northern Ireland) bodywork. The general condition of the panelwork was very good and little preparation work was required other than rubbing-down. A mechanical inspection was carried out and items were rectified and renewed where required before the bus was submitted for a combined annual MOT inspection and Certificate of Fitness inspection. A first time pass was achieved and the bus was ready for service, although it had to wait a few weeks before the fleetnames could be added!
The regular college work assignment for the vehicle sees it being used around Crewe and its outstationing at the College during breaks of the service. Because the college term ends a week earlier than other schools, it was available for my use on a school contract to Congleton.
This Cummins L10-engined service bus was new to Shearings in Manchester and was part of a couple of batches of such Alexander bodied vehicles that they had.
I was able to photograph it in a place that hitherto would have been impossible due to the garage forecourt being crammed full of used cars. However during my absence from the UK, this old established business had foundered .........yet another depressing sign of "the current difficult economic climate" apparently !
Church of St Mary, Wath, North Yorkshire www.flickr.com/gp/52219527@N00/5A656n
The manor of Wath juxta Tanfield was given by William the Conqueror to Alan, Earl of Brittany & Richmond, and was still in his hands at the time of the 1086 Domesday Survey. It was granted to the monastery of St Michel in Normandy a few years later in 1146, a cell of the monastery being formed at Wath.
c 1239 The manor was claimed by Robert Marmion in right of his wife Amice, daughter of Gernagan Loed of West Tanfield. The issue was brought to trial by combat. The lordship of the manor thereafter followed the line of Marmion, FitzHugh and Parr to William Parr, Marquess of Northampton (brother of Katherine Parr 6th wife of Henry Vlll ) who was later attainted in 1553 as the result of his support of Lady Jane Gray.
Wath was granted to William Cecil, Baron Burghley in 1571 whose successors were in due course created Earl of Elgin & later Marquess of Ailesbury.
The manor was sold to Joseph Newsome in 1886, and the advowson passed to the Church Society Trust.
Late 10c / early 11c stones taken out of the 13c walls during the 1873 repairs point to a Saxon building here before the Normans came, this building is probably the footprint of the present nave with an apsidal east end through a narrow chancel arch also found in 1873
No architectural detail of either the Saxon or the Norman period has been preserved . Sir Stephen Glynne, writing in 1864, saw " the porch is a modern one of brick, but within it is a Norman doorway of one order with shafts, but clogged with whitewash." Sadly during the 1873 repairs "when the thick coating of whitewash, which encased it, was removed, it was found to be in too shattered and crushed condition to be repaired.
The first extension of this small early church was the
building in 1250 of a new chancel at least twice the size of that which it replaced. Its north window survived until the 1873 repairs when it was destroyed to make room for the organ chamber.
At the south end of the south transept licensed to be built in 1316 is the site of the tomb of rector John de Apulby / Appleby d1328 , the founder of the chantry chapel of St John the Baptist here His effigy has now gone, and underneath is a gravestone www.flickr.com/gp/52219527@N00/RKueY1 of 1300 - 10 brought out of the graveyard, carved with a cross inscribed HIC JACET ROBERT FRATER ECT' . . . IOHAN . RC . . c. which could perhaps be his brothers. John did not live to see the transept completed, but work continued according to his wishes and the chantry was founded on "Wednysday afore Seynt George is day (22nd April), 1332". .
At the top of the original east & west transept windows here survive fragments of medieval glass. www.flickr.com/gp/52219527@N00/5Jmn0P www.flickr.com/gp/52219527@N00/WMu40B
It was later taken over by the Norton & Graham lords of the manor of Norton Conyers Hall, as their mortuary chapel and there are brass figures of Judge Richard Norton 1420 & wife Catherine Manningham www.flickr.com/gp/52219527@N00/34R695 and their grandson John Norton 1489 flic.kr/p/5sQvES
Sir Richard Graham 1653 & wife Catherine Musgrove are with their children www.flickr.com/gp/52219527@N00/74RqQX & a cherub weeps for Lady Elizabeth Graham of 1767 who died aged 28 www.flickr.com/gp/52219527@N00/2rpqgx
Thomas Brand is mourned by his former pupil the Earl of Ailesbury, who he took on the Grand Tour www.flickr.com/gp/52219527@N00/qnTSh0
c1480 the narrow lancet windows in the nave were replaced by larger ones to give more light. A vestry with a priest's chamber above was attached to the north wall of the chancel
with a slit opening to view the altar. This window was protected by doors on the inside, the crooks of which remain in the jambs, whilst on the mullion are two large iron eyes for holding bars, which would effectually prevent any person from entering the room from the outside. Access was by a 'winding stone stair of 10 steps, in the north-west angle,
and the upper room was lit on the east by a single square- headed window.
The original roofs of the nave and chancel were demolished
in 1629, They were of a lower pitch which necessitated the removal of the chancel and chapel arches. The tie beams of the roof consisted of huge oak baulks, imperfectly squared, and exhibiting the mis-shapen growth of the timber.
The tower is modern, having been built in 1812, on the
foundations of a former which had gone to decay. It
contains 6 bells which are inscribed:
1. IN MEMORY OF QUEEN VICTORIA, I9OI by Shaw & Co. Bradford;
2. HONOUR LAUD AND PRAISE TO GOD 1873 by Warners
3. HENRY HARRISON FOUNDER recast 1873 by Warners
4. PETER PRESTON AND JOHN WOOD CHURCHWARDENS 1776
5. CUTHBERT ALLANSON RECTOR 1776
6. WATCH AND PRAY W. C. LUKIS RECTOR ROBERT PEARSON AND THOMAS HIGHMOOR CHURCHWARDENS 1873 -
Of the rectors: Alex de Brompton / Brynston was instituted 29th Dec., 1371, on the presentation of the same Avice, Lady Grey de Marmion. flic.kr/p/5r3bvM Resigned 1380
William de Galmeton presented by John Marmion === of West Tanfield , flic.kr/p/5r7UXA and instituted 30 December 1380 , having exchanged benefices with Thomas Raynard, formerly vicar of Burneston,
Richard Barret de Quynton, previously for 3 years rector of West Tanfield, presented by Elizabeth wife of John Marmion === , and instituted 6 September 1395 .
In 1507 Joan widow of Sir William Stapleton of Wighill, bequeathed her best beast as a mortuary gift " to the parson of the Churche of Wath, near Ripon." Her daughter, Margaret, was then the wife of Sir John Norton, of Norton Conyers. flic.kr/p/5sQpmQ
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Given an opportunity to go out (I try not to miss them!) but nowhere to 'prepare'... my dear friend Richard gave me his sitting room, and so he met Yollie for the first time! 🌸👱♀️💞
Such a kind and gentle soul (not me, him!) Everyone needs a Richard....Thankyou my darling!! 😉💗💗💗💄👠👠👗💋💋
Given that I live in Hernando, we always access Goodman Road from the off-ramp from northbound Interstate 55. I preface these photos with that disclaimer because I have been told by l_dawg2000 that the southbound off-ramp is not quite as far along as this northbound one.
That said, this northbound off-ramp is looking pretty good! As you can see in this image, the fresh pavement is complete, with striping as well – but that's not the main feature here. No, that would be those three overhead signs. You see, previously this intersection had a traffic signal with one left-turn lane, and what I believe l_dawg dubbed “country” right-turn lanes, where you simply merge into traffic with a yield sign (no waiting at a stoplight necessary).
The problem with that setup here on Goodman Road is that, with eastbound Goodman (headed into Southaven) being five lanes, there were lots of instances where drivers would have to weave and squeeze their way over across all the traffic to make it to the left-turn lane at the next traffic signal, heading toward Baptist Memorial Hospital (seen in the background of the previous pic). My dad calls that sort of maneuver a "Saudi sweep." So, to remedy that... (cont.)
(c) 2018 Retail Retell
These places are public so these photos are too, but just as I tell where they came from, I'd appreciate if you'd say who :)
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Photograph taken at an altitude of Sixty five metres at 11:46am on a cloudy summer morning on Tuesday 10th August 2021, off Hythe Avenue and Chessington Avenue in Bexleyheath, Kent.
It's a British summer, therefore all we've had is torrential rain, clouds, storms and flooding! Oh the joys of being an Englishman. More rain overnight, and a garden soaked with so much relentless rainfall. I noticed this little fella springing up from the grass as I laid down flat to capture some images of Crows and Magpies as they fed. Mother Nature is always giving, always offering new life... I though this might be one of the Mycena family of fungi but I am not knowledgeable enough in this area, so am very happy to be corrected.
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Nikon D850 Focal length: 420mm Shutter speed: 1/160s Aperture: f/8.0 iso64 Hand held with Sigma OS Optical stabilization control set to ON (Position 1) 14 Bit uncompressed RAW NEF file size L (8256 x 5504 pixels) FX (36 x 24) Focus mode: AF-C AF-Area mode: 3D-tracking AF-C Priority Selection: Release. Nikon Back button focusing enabled 3D Tracking watch area: Normal 55 Tracking points Exposure mode: Manual exposure mode Metering mode: Matrix metering White balance on: Auto1, 0, 0 (4580k) Colour space: RGB Picture control: Neutral (Sharpening +2)
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Our given object was a flower. I took this photo around 4 and used the shadow of the house to created less of a glare (although it seems I didn't zoom in quite enough) I took the picture with the camera above the flowers but angled slightly
Given to Sean as a joke birthday present.
Also: I kid you not: The rules are printed on the back of the box, so as to save paper.
Kosherland board game.
for Sean Epstein.
upstairs, Clint and Carolyn's house, Alexandria, Virginia.
May 23, 2015.
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BACKSTORY: Got up around 8:20AM, made it out driving by 8:53 and went out until 12:12 PM for a total of 3 hours, 19 minutes. Spent $38.75 plus ~$5.53 gas for 37.7 miles of driving (18.7 mpg @ $2.74/G), for a total cost of $44.28.
We drove to only 13 yard sales±, stopping at only 4 (31%) of them. We made 9 purchases (9 items) for a total estimated value of $147.38, leading to a profit/savings of $103.10. So in essence, we multiplied our $47.38 investment by 3.33X.
(Also, if you think about it, the profit counts for even more when you consider that we have to earn $~117 on the job, pre-tax, in order to take home the $103.10 in cash that we saved. How long does $117 of disposable income take to earn, vs the 3.3 hrs we spent here?)
Anyway, this works out to a *post-tax* "wage" of $31.08/hr as a couple or $15.54/hr per person. This is kind of low for a ±yardsale± outing.
±THE TAKE:±
$10.00: wiimote, nunchuk, including motion plus detector, teal color (EV:$±10.99±). ($8.50 + $2.49 shipping).
$10.00: wiimote, nunchuk, including motion plus detector, white color (EV:$±10.99±). (8.50 + $2.49 shipping)
$7.00: monitor, flat screen, Viewsonic, VA1912WB, model # VS10866 (EV:$±29.56±). $9.99 + 19.57 shipping
$5.00: drum, bongo, 14" diameter, 2" high (EV:$±18.91±)
$3.00: office inbox storage bin, 3 bins, metal, 10.25x12.5x13.5" (EV:$12.95±). ($12.95 + $10.15 shipping, not counting shipping value because this can probably be picked up at a local store)
$2.00: game, Dr. Seuss, The Cat In The Hat, I Can Do That (EV:$±13.99±)
$1.00: game, Kosherland, Jet, Item# 601 (EV:$9.99 Marshalls price tag)
$0.50: game, Mad Professor Kitchen Chemistry, Be Amazing Toys (EV:$±10.95±)
$0.25: hat, jester, red, fluffy, 9 points (5 balls, 4 bells) (EV:$±5.95±)
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Photograph taken at an altitude of Sixty three metres at 14:00pm on Thursday 25th June, of an adult Male Blackbird (Turdus Merula),off Chessington Avenue in Bexleyheath, Kent.
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Nikon D850 Focal length 600mm Shutter speed: 1/400s Aperture f/7.1 iso160 Image area FX (36 x 24) NEF RAW L (8256 x 5504). NEF RAW L (14 bit uncompressed) Image size L (8256 x 5504 FX). Focus mode AF-C focus. AF-C Priority Selection: Release. Nikon Back button focusing enabled. AF-S Priority selection: Focus. 3D Tracking watch area: Normal 55 Tracking points.AF-Area mode single point & 73 point switchable. Exposure mode: Shutter Priority mode. Matrix metering. Auto ISO sensitivity control on (Max iso 800/ Minimum shutter speed 125). White balance on: Auto1. Colour space: RGB. Active D-lighting: Normal. Vignette control: Normal. Nikon Distortion control: Enabled. Picture control: Auto (Sharpening A +1/Clarity A+1)
Sigma 60-600mm f/4.5-6.3DG OS HSM SPORTS. Lee SW150 MKI filter holder with MK2 light shield and custom made velcro fitting for the Sigma lens. Lee SW150 circular polariser glass filter.Lee SW150 Filters field pouch.Nikon GP-1 GPS module. Hoodman HEYENRG round eyepiece oversized eyecup.Manfrotto MT057C3-G Carbon fibre geared tripod. Neewer Gimbal tripod head with Arca Swiss quick release plate.055XPROB Tripod 3 Sections (Payload: 5.6kgs). Mcoplus professional MB-D850 multi function battery grip 6960.Two Nikon EN-EL15a batteries (Priority to battery in Battery grip). Matin quick release neckstrap. My Memory 128GB Class 10 SDXC 80MB/s card. Lowepro Flipside 400 AW camera bag.
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LATITUDE: N 51d 28m 28.16s
LONGITUDE: E 0d 8m 10.32s
ALTITUDE: 63.0m
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Given that the streetlights are out, the entire foreground is lit by massive floodlights from a nearby store.
Brigitte Bardot photo from the Dec 1990 Manchete magazine (Nr. 1987) - Manchete was a Brazilian weekly news magazine published from 1952 to 2000 by Bloch Editores. Founded by Adolpho Bloch, the magazine's name would be given to the defunct television network Rede Manchete.
Signature: "Brigitte Bardot" - French actress and sex goddess Bardot, born in 1934, was gracing the cover of magazines from 1950. With the international success of her film And God Created Woman (1956), she emerged as a major world star and proved a big boost to the French film industry. Later films included Contempt (1963) and The Women (1969). Retired from films since the early 1970s, Bardot still makes headlines as an animal rights advocate.
Brigitte Bardot - Brigitte Anne-Marie Bardot (born 28 September 1934), often referred to by her initials B.B., is a French former actress, singer, and model as well as an animal rights activist. Famous for portraying characters with hedonistic lifestyles, she is one of the best known symbols of the sexual revolution. Although she withdrew from the entertainment industry in 1973, she remains a major pop culture icon. She has acted in 47 films, performed in several musicals, and recorded more than 60 songs. She was awarded the Legion of Honour in 1985.
Born and raised in Paris, Bardot was an aspiring ballerina during her childhood. She started her acting career in 1952 and achieved international recognition in 1957 for her role in And God Created Woman (1956), catching the attention of many French intellectuals and earning her the nickname "sex kitten". She was the subject of philosopher Simone de Beauvoir's 1959 essay The Lolita Syndrome, which described her as a "locomotive of women's history" and built upon existentialist themes to declare her the most liberated woman of France. She won a 1961 David di Donatello Best Foreign Actress Award for her work in The Truth (1960). Bardot later starred in Jean-Luc Godard's film Le Mépris (1963). For her role in Louis Malle's film Viva Maria! (1965), she was nominated for the BAFTA Award for Best Foreign Actress. French President Charles de Gaulle called Bardot "the French export as important as Renault cars".
After retiring from acting in 1973, Bardot became an animal rights activist and created the Brigitte Bardot Foundation. She is known for her strong personality, outspokenness, and speeches on animal defense; she has been fined twice for public insults. She has also been a controversial political figure, as of November 2021 having been fined six times for inciting racial hatred, when she criticised immigration and Islam in France and called residents of Réunion "savages". She is married to Bernard d'Ormale, a former adviser to Jean-Marie Le Pen, a French far-right politician. Bardot is a member of the Global 500 Roll of Honour of the United Nations Environment Programme and has received several awards and accolades from UNESCO and PETA. In 2011, Los Angeles Times Magazine ranked her second on the "50 Most Beautiful Women In Film".
LINK to video - Top 10 Brigitte Bardot Movies of All Time - www.youtube.com/watch?v=CI07NdKKDrI
LINK to video - Brigitte Bardot Interview in English on April 24, 1958 - www.youtube.com/watch?v=N0rs7Medu_8
St Andrew, Honingham, Norfolk
I had almost given up hope of seeing inside Honingham church, until my friend John told me he'd arranged for it to be open, and would I like to come along? In truth, I was wary about meeting a character I had encountered at the church some ten years previously; not so much for what had happened, but that I had written about it in some detail afterwards. I was a little apprehensive, therefore, to turn up and discover that the man opening the church was the same one I had met all those years before. But it didn't matter, because he didn't remember me, and probably had never read what I had written.
And I found I liked Honingham church rather more than I had expected to. There is a rich atmosphere of the last decade of the 19th Century and the first decade of the 20th, and the Victorian glass is really very good. It can't have much of a congregation, and I decided that it was essentially a churchwarden's hobby church, a fiefdom. He obviously did everything here, kept in in good order looking spick and span and shipshape, and locked it determinedly against anyone who wanted to see inside without attending a service. I imagined that even God would have to wipe his feet and mumble apologetically if he wanted to get inside. All well and good for now, but once the churchwarden has gone it will soon be lost to us.
In 2006, I wrote: This big, locked, Perpendicular building, the nave and chancel rebuilt by the Victorians, is surrounded by a wide graveyard. On the north side there are sparsely scattered headstones, but to the south the church is set within a wide murderous curve of the A47. To describe this church as a landmark on the road is to assume that it would be safe to look up from the wheel to spot it; the stretch of the road between here and Hockering has claimed more deaths than any other since the A47 was taken outside the villages. I'm not suggesting that the church is responsible for this, of course, just that spotting it shouldn't be one of your priorities.
If a Martian came down and landed in the graveyard of St Andrew, Honingham, what on earth he would make of it? Would he think it was an art object? A barn, or storage facility? Or would he search for an industrial purpose? Perhaps the tall pinnacles on the tower might suggest to him that he was at the site of a scientific experiment. If the Martian had any brains, and I assume that he would have if he'd made it this far, he might perceive that the road is a lot newer than the church, and perhaps he would decide that the church was a relic of the past, its function now sidelined, perhaps forgotten altogether. Indeed, he might wonder if the road had been built deliberately to speed humans past this building and the tall stones set around it.
Perhaps this was a dangerous place. Or, maybe, it was simply an embarrassing reminder of past superstitions, a haunted site. An unlucky place, perhaps. The Martian might watch the traffic hurtling past, the drivers deliberately not looking, and think yes, that must be right. Whatever he decided, it would have to be based on a survey of the exterior, because St Andrew is always locked, unless the Sunday club is in session. He wouldn't even be able to look through the windows, because they are filled with frosted quarries.
Eventually, he might find the porch, and think it is some sort of antechamber (not an entrance, of course, for the doors beyond are locked) and for a moment ponder the holy water stoup, now filled with an old birds nest. What on earth would he make, I wonder, of the signboard on the wall that reads in part:
Friend, you have come to this church. Leave it not without a prayer.
No one entering a house ignores him who dwells in it.
This is the house of God, and He is here.
Pray, then, to him who loves you, and bids you welcome, and awaits your greeting.
A lovely sentiment, no doubt; but the Martian would still be left locked out of the house of God - if it is the house of God, of course, for if the locks and chains keep out the stranger and the pilgrim, how on earth can it be that God is in there to bid us welcome?
My friend Peter had been trying to see inside this church for years. We came this way most recently in early March, 2006. The day had started in bright sun, but as we headed here from Marlingford the east wind blew sheets of glacial cloud above us, which turned grey and, as we parked the car, turned to snow. Parking is difficult; there is a layby, but you need to approach from the west to park here. Otherwise, there is a drive which goes up to the east end of thechurch, but this was already occupied by a large BMW estate. We parked in the layby, and sat in the car for a moment, watching the fat flakes thicken.
What to do? We decided that we might just as well get out and go and take a look. Either, by some miracle, the church would be open and offer us shelter, or we could confirm our prejudices about the perpetual locking of St Andrew and be on our way.
The south side of the church has been cleared of headstones, and they have been placed in two perfectly straight lines, about 15 m apart. What would the Martian make of this? Some sort of sports arena, perhaps? Or a place to worship the sun at the solstice?
Our Martian couldn't possibly be expected to know about the great lawnmower enthusiasm of the 1960s and 1970s, when so many graveyards were cleared like this one. But the dead have their revenge, and this wide open space is now scattered with an acne of molehills.
We got into the porch and tried the inner door, which was locked of course; although it did feel as though one great shove with a shoulder would probably open it. And that was when the heavens opened. The snow was so thick in the air we could only just make out the suicidal cars thrashing up the main road to and from the Midlands. Peter is a careful driver, and he didn't much fancy heading on in a blizzard, and there didn't seem much point getting caked in snow just to go back and sit in the car, so we sheltered from the weather in the porch, and read the notices miserably.
I noticed that the presentation to the living had been suspended, which sounds drastic but simply means that the parish can't afford a Rector. The annual accounts were posted, and I noticed that the total income for the year was roughly the same as the weekly income of the church I attend in the middle of Ipswich, so this is a small parish. Eventually, I exhausted the possibilities of the noticeboard, and, feeling that I had probably squeezed the last ounce of pleasure out of the porch, I gazed out at the graveyard. This was when I noticed something rather curious. The back of the BMW estate was open, and beyond the second line of gravestones a smartly dressed man was standing in the snow bashing molehills with a spade.
At first I thought this must be an act of devotion on the part of a parishioner, or simply a Saturday morning habit. And then I wondered if it might be some kind of East Anglian country lore: if in the snow you clear his stack, mister mole will not be back. Perhaps this man had been waiting for it to snow for months.
We watched him for a while, the snow blanketing the sound of his spade into silence, rendering it surreal. But the wind was vicious, and so we stepped back into the porch, and worked out where we wanted to go next. It was while we were pondering over the map that we heard footsteps, and looking up saw that the smartly dressed man had approached us. He looked at us quizzically.
"Just here out of interest?" he asked.
"Well, we'd like to be", I replied, indicating the door. "But the church is locked."
This was such a heavy hint that, once dropped, it hit the floor with a loud clang. Surely, if this man had a key, he'd give it to us, or let us in. But he just smiled sadly and nodded in agreement, as if to say yes, the church was locked, and there was nothing he could do about it. Perhaps he'd been trying to see inside for years as well. Instead, the three of us exchanged a few polite comments about the weather, and he wandered off back to the moles.
The snow gradually thinned, and at last it stopped. We stepped out, examining the sky for signs. An uneasy truce had set in. Just a thin dusting remained on the grass to show that it had ever snowed; the sun was edging to come out, the white rime on the green fading, but there were more sheets of greying clouds huddled off in the distance. It was time to go. We wanted to make a statement of some kind, and so we left the porch gates open, as if to suggest that the the doors were not barred, and that God was in His dwelling house waiting to bid a welcome.
But by the time we got back to the car and headed eastwards past the church, someone had already closed them.
From dnr.state.il.us/lands/landmgt/parks/r4/siloamsp.htm
Originally part of the "military tract" of western Illinois (land set aside to be given to combat veterans), the area was acquired in 1852 by George Meyers for his service in the Black Hawk and Mexican wars. He died in 1882 at the age of 102. Legend has it that spring water in the area had a medicinal effect, thus the name Siloam Springs from a Biblical reference, so-called by the Rev. Reuben K. McCoy, who had discovered the springs following the Civil War.
After Meyers' death, Quincy Burgesser, a local businessman and stock dealer, became aware of the springs and their "curative value." He had the water analyzed and discovered it had more "strength" (a higher mineral content) than water from the famous Eureka and Waukesha springs.
Burgesser touted the water's ability to cure almost all ailments, even drunkenness and drug addiction. By 1884 he had erected two spring houses, a bathing house and the Siloam Forest Home Hotel, and the area became a popular and fashionable resort. Water from the No. 2 spring was bottled and distributed as far west as Kansas City and bottling became a flourishing business for several decades.
In 1935, the Siloam Springs Recreation Club purchased the site in an effort to restore it and provide a place of recreation for the local population. Citizens of Adams and Brown counties raised money to match state funds and by 1940 an agreement was reached to make it a state recreation area. Eventually, the old hotel and bath houses were torn down, the swimming pool abandoned and the springs no longer were used. The No. 2 spring house was rebuilt in 1995 and contains the most popular spring.
In 1954 and 1955, an earthen dam was constructed across a deep ravine and the 58-acre lake was created. In 1956 Siloam Springs was dedicated as a state park, and efforts began to develop its recreational facilities.
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Photograph taken at an altitude of Seventy four metres at 13:12pm on Thursday 25th May 2023 off Keating cross and Benvenuto Avenue at the Butterfly gardens in Victoria, located in Brentwood Bay, British Columbia.
This is a Lime Swallowtail (Papilio demoleus) butterfly, also known as the lime butterfly, lemon butterfly, and chequered swallowtail. These common names refer to their host plants, which are usually citrus species such as the cultivated lime.
Nikon D850 Single-lens reflex digital camera F Mount with FX CMOS 35.9mm x 23.9mm Image sensor 46.89 Million total pixels Focal length: 600mm Shutter speed: 1/60s (Mechanical shutter) Aperture f/13.0 iso1250 Tamron Vibration Control set to position 1 Image area Full Frame FX (36 x 24) NEF RAW L 45.4Million pixels (8256 x 5504) 14 Bit uncompressed AF-C Priority Selection: Release Nikon Back button focusing enabled 3D Tracking watch area: Normal 55 Tracking points Exposure mode: Manual mode Metering mode: Matrix metering White balance on: Auto1, A1.00, M0.25 (4470k) Colour space: Adobe RGB Picture control: (A) Auto (Sharpening +1.00/Clarity +1.00)
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LATITUDE: N 48d 33m 51.60s
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ALTITUDE: 74.0m
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Photograph taken at an altitude of Fifty nine metres at 09:32am on Wednesday 22nd July 2020, of a Juvenile Blue Tit (Parus caeruleus), on a walnut tree off Chessington Avenue in Bexleyheath, Kent.
The juvenile Blue tit is identified by yellow cheeks and a grey head and top plumage that eventually turns blue, and these little birds are bestowed with wonderful acrobatic skills.
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St Andrew, Honingham, Norfolk
I had almost given up hope of seeing inside Honingham church, until my friend John told me he'd arranged for it to be open, and would I like to come along? In truth, I was wary about meeting a character I had encountered at the church some ten years previously; not so much for what had happened, but that I had written about it in some detail afterwards. I was a little apprehensive, therefore, to turn up and discover that the man opening the church was the same one I had met all those years before. But it didn't matter, because he didn't remember me, and probably had never read what I had written.
And I found I liked Honingham church rather more than I had expected to. There is a rich atmosphere of the last decade of the 19th Century and the first decade of the 20th, and the Victorian glass is really very good. It can't have much of a congregation, and I decided that it was essentially a churchwarden's hobby church, a fiefdom. He obviously did everything here, kept in in good order looking spick and span and shipshape, and locked it determinedly against anyone who wanted to see inside without attending a service. I imagined that even God would have to wipe his feet and mumble apologetically if he wanted to get inside. All well and good for now, but once the churchwarden has gone it will soon be lost to us.
In 2006, I wrote: This big, locked, Perpendicular building, the nave and chancel rebuilt by the Victorians, is surrounded by a wide graveyard. On the north side there are sparsely scattered headstones, but to the south the church is set within a wide murderous curve of the A47. To describe this church as a landmark on the road is to assume that it would be safe to look up from the wheel to spot it; the stretch of the road between here and Hockering has claimed more deaths than any other since the A47 was taken outside the villages. I'm not suggesting that the church is responsible for this, of course, just that spotting it shouldn't be one of your priorities.
If a Martian came down and landed in the graveyard of St Andrew, Honingham, what on earth he would make of it? Would he think it was an art object? A barn, or storage facility? Or would he search for an industrial purpose? Perhaps the tall pinnacles on the tower might suggest to him that he was at the site of a scientific experiment. If the Martian had any brains, and I assume that he would have if he'd made it this far, he might perceive that the road is a lot newer than the church, and perhaps he would decide that the church was a relic of the past, its function now sidelined, perhaps forgotten altogether. Indeed, he might wonder if the road had been built deliberately to speed humans past this building and the tall stones set around it.
Perhaps this was a dangerous place. Or, maybe, it was simply an embarrassing reminder of past superstitions, a haunted site. An unlucky place, perhaps. The Martian might watch the traffic hurtling past, the drivers deliberately not looking, and think yes, that must be right. Whatever he decided, it would have to be based on a survey of the exterior, because St Andrew is always locked, unless the Sunday club is in session. He wouldn't even be able to look through the windows, because they are filled with frosted quarries.
Eventually, he might find the porch, and think it is some sort of antechamber (not an entrance, of course, for the doors beyond are locked) and for a moment ponder the holy water stoup, now filled with an old birds nest. What on earth would he make, I wonder, of the signboard on the wall that reads in part:
Friend, you have come to this church. Leave it not without a prayer.
No one entering a house ignores him who dwells in it.
This is the house of God, and He is here.
Pray, then, to him who loves you, and bids you welcome, and awaits your greeting.
A lovely sentiment, no doubt; but the Martian would still be left locked out of the house of God - if it is the house of God, of course, for if the locks and chains keep out the stranger and the pilgrim, how on earth can it be that God is in there to bid us welcome?
My friend Peter had been trying to see inside this church for years. We came this way most recently in early March, 2006. The day had started in bright sun, but as we headed here from Marlingford the east wind blew sheets of glacial cloud above us, which turned grey and, as we parked the car, turned to snow. Parking is difficult; there is a layby, but you need to approach from the west to park here. Otherwise, there is a drive which goes up to the east end of thechurch, but this was already occupied by a large BMW estate. We parked in the layby, and sat in the car for a moment, watching the fat flakes thicken.
What to do? We decided that we might just as well get out and go and take a look. Either, by some miracle, the church would be open and offer us shelter, or we could confirm our prejudices about the perpetual locking of St Andrew and be on our way.
The south side of the church has been cleared of headstones, and they have been placed in two perfectly straight lines, about 15 m apart. What would the Martian make of this? Some sort of sports arena, perhaps? Or a place to worship the sun at the solstice?
Our Martian couldn't possibly be expected to know about the great lawnmower enthusiasm of the 1960s and 1970s, when so many graveyards were cleared like this one. But the dead have their revenge, and this wide open space is now scattered with an acne of molehills.
We got into the porch and tried the inner door, which was locked of course; although it did feel as though one great shove with a shoulder would probably open it. And that was when the heavens opened. The snow was so thick in the air we could only just make out the suicidal cars thrashing up the main road to and from the Midlands. Peter is a careful driver, and he didn't much fancy heading on in a blizzard, and there didn't seem much point getting caked in snow just to go back and sit in the car, so we sheltered from the weather in the porch, and read the notices miserably.
I noticed that the presentation to the living had been suspended, which sounds drastic but simply means that the parish can't afford a Rector. The annual accounts were posted, and I noticed that the total income for the year was roughly the same as the weekly income of the church I attend in the middle of Ipswich, so this is a small parish. Eventually, I exhausted the possibilities of the noticeboard, and, feeling that I had probably squeezed the last ounce of pleasure out of the porch, I gazed out at the graveyard. This was when I noticed something rather curious. The back of the BMW estate was open, and beyond the second line of gravestones a smartly dressed man was standing in the snow bashing molehills with a spade.
At first I thought this must be an act of devotion on the part of a parishioner, or simply a Saturday morning habit. And then I wondered if it might be some kind of East Anglian country lore: if in the snow you clear his stack, mister mole will not be back. Perhaps this man had been waiting for it to snow for months.
We watched him for a while, the snow blanketing the sound of his spade into silence, rendering it surreal. But the wind was vicious, and so we stepped back into the porch, and worked out where we wanted to go next. It was while we were pondering over the map that we heard footsteps, and looking up saw that the smartly dressed man had approached us. He looked at us quizzically.
"Just here out of interest?" he asked.
"Well, we'd like to be", I replied, indicating the door. "But the church is locked."
This was such a heavy hint that, once dropped, it hit the floor with a loud clang. Surely, if this man had a key, he'd give it to us, or let us in. But he just smiled sadly and nodded in agreement, as if to say yes, the church was locked, and there was nothing he could do about it. Perhaps he'd been trying to see inside for years as well. Instead, the three of us exchanged a few polite comments about the weather, and he wandered off back to the moles.
The snow gradually thinned, and at last it stopped. We stepped out, examining the sky for signs. An uneasy truce had set in. Just a thin dusting remained on the grass to show that it had ever snowed; the sun was edging to come out, the white rime on the green fading, but there were more sheets of greying clouds huddled off in the distance. It was time to go. We wanted to make a statement of some kind, and so we left the porch gates open, as if to suggest that the the doors were not barred, and that God was in His dwelling house waiting to bid a welcome.
But by the time we got back to the car and headed eastwards past the church, someone had already closed them.
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This Six seconds long exposure was taken at an altitude of Six metres at 06:30am on Friday 6th September 2019 around sunrise off 1st Street and Bevan Avenue, between the Sidney Spit boat jetty and the famous old fish market in Sidney by the sea on Vancouver Island, British Columbia, Canada.
Here we look out towards Moresby Passage and Coal Island, Moresby Island and Portland Island.
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French postcard, no. C 324. Photo: publicity still for Never Say Never Again (Irvin Kershner, 1983). The tiger print one piece Basinger wears in Never Say Never Again (1983)'s final scene was given to her by the Playboy organization.
American film actress and former top model Kim Basinger (1953) won an Oscar for Best Supporting Actress in L.A. Confidential (1997). Her other films include Never Say Never Again (1983), Nine ½ Weeks (1986), Batman (1989), and 8 Mile (2002). She was married to actor Alec Baldwin from 1993 to 2001.
Kimila Ann Basinger was born in 1953, in Athens, Georgia. She comes from an entertainment background. Her father was a musician, who played big-band jazz and her mother was a dancer, who had performed water ballet in several Esther Williams movies. As a schoolgirl, she was very shy. To help her overcome this, her parents had Kim study ballet from an early age. At 16, Basinger branched out into beauty pageants. She won the title of Junior Miss Georgia and competed at the national Junior Miss event in New York City. While in New York, Basinger caught the eye of a modeling agent at the Ford Modeling Agency. She soon landed a contract and first gained fame as a model for Breck Shampoo. At the age of 20, Kim was a top model commanding $1,000 a day. Throughout the early 1970s, she appeared on dozens of magazine covers and in hundreds of ads. In the mid-1970s, Basinger moved to Los Angeles to pursue a career in acting. She landed a number of small parts at first, making guest appearances on such shows as Charlie's Angels. In 1978, Basinger starred in the TV movie Katie: Portrait of a Centerfold. She portrayed Lorene Rogers in the miniseries From Here to Eternity (1979) and its short-lived spin-off series the following year. In 1980, she married make-up artist Ron Snyder (they divorced in 1989). Basinger made her film debut in the Western drama Hard Country (David Greene, 1981) with Jan-Michael Vincent. Two years later, her career started to skyrocket with the James Bond film Never Say Never Again (Irvin Kershner, 1983) starring Sean Connery and with Basinger as the 'Bond girl'. More major film projects soon followed, including The Natural (Barry Levinson, 1984) with Robert Redford, the steamy romance 9 1/2 Weeks (Adrian Lyne, 1986) with Mickey Rourke, and . She played a small-town Texan beauty in Nadine (Robert Benton, 1987). Her breakout role was as photojournalist Vicki Vale in the blockbuster hit Batman (Tim Burton, 1989) with Michael Keaton. Kim was a last-minute replacement for Sean Young. This took her to a career high. Financial success also came along with her new found fame. But Basinger became known for her unusual business decisions. In 1989, she and some other investors bought the town of Braselton, in her native Georgia, for $20 million. Basinger sought to make the community near Atlanta a tourist destination, but she ended up selling it five years later as she faced personal bankruptcy.
While making The Marrying Man (Jerry Rees, 1991), Kim Basinger fell for her co-star Alec Baldwin. The pair wed in 1993, becoming one of Hollywood's most attractive yet volatile couples. Basinger and Baldwin welcomed their only child together in 1995. They named their daughter Ireland. Kim took some time off to stay at home with her child. Basinger's career had floundered a bit. In 1993, she found herself in an intense legal battle after breaking a verbal agreement to appear in Jennifer Lynch's Boxing Helena (1993). The court sided with the film's producers, ordering the actress to pay millions for breach of contract. The case was later overturned on appeal. In 1997, Basinger gave one of her greatest performances in L.A. Confidential (Curtis Hanson, 1997) opposite Kevin Spacey and Russell Crowe. She starred as a high-end prostitute with an intentional resemblance to actress Veronica Lake in this 1950s crime drama. She won an Academy Award for her work on the film. Despite this acclaim, Basinger soon appeared in more headlines than film roles. She filed for divorce from her husband Alec Baldwin in 2001 and spent years locked in a bitter custody dispute over their daughter. After her divorce, Kim Basinger took on few acting roles. She reteamed with L.A. Confidential director Curtis Hanson for the rap drama 8 Mile (Curtis Hanson, 2002) in which she played the mother of Eminem. Two years later, she co-starred with Jeff Bridges in The Door in the Floor (Tod Williams, 2004) and with Chris Evans and Jason Statham in the thriller Cellular (David R. Ellis, 2004). Basinger's later films include Charlie St. Cloud (Burr Steers, 2010) with Zac Efron and Grudge Match (Peter Segal, 2013) with Robert De Niro and Sylvester Stallone. She has also made a return to modeling, signing with IMG Models in 2013. Kim Basinger is a strict vegetarian, who devoted energy to animal rights issues and posed for anti-fur advertisements of PETA (People for the Ethical Treatment of Animals). Recently, she appeared in the film The Nice Guys (Shane Black, 2016) with Russell Crowe and Ryan Gosling.
Sources: Biography.com, Wikipedia and IMDb.
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Photograph taken at an altitude of Fifty six metres at 08:30am on Monday 8th February 2021, during snow brought in from the continent by 'The beast from the East 2', off Woolwich Road A206 and New Road in the grounds of Lesnes Abbey Woods in the London Borough of Bexley, England.
Here we see an adult Jay (Garrulus glandarius), the most colourful of the crow family, though very shy and seldon seen for long when humans are around. They mainly eat nuts and acorns, as well as nestlings and small mammals.
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These were given to me during a visit to the railroad. No captions. Corrections and comments are quite welcome.
This is the James River Bridge, Richmond, VA. There are two bridges over the River in Richmond. This is the one to the west. Digging around with Google I found these tidbits.
- Designed by John E. Greiner.
- Known as the A-Line Bridge.
- Known as the "Million Dollar Bridge" when constructed.
- Built in 1919 by the Atlantic Coast Line RR, and the RF&P Railroad.
- Here's a web site with lots of information: rotj.wordpress.com/2010/07/01/an-ode-to-the-james-river-r...
Given its location roughly halfway between Manchester and Rochdale, Middleton is well served by a network of routes from the surrounding urban areas and fairly unusually, by no fewer than five of the major Groups, although the latest round of service changes in April 2023 has significantly reduced the presence of Rotala’s Diamond Bus operations in the area.
With the securing of additional work following the first tranche of bidding under Greater Manchester's impending franchised network and the decision by Diamond to relinquish most of their work on the 163, Go North West have drafted in additional stock from the North East, including one of their former vehicles in the shape of Volvo B9TL / Wright 3215, which was new to First Manchester (37303) and spent a short time in the North East as 6190. It has seen quite a bit of use recently and on this occasion was heading out of town on a Langley - Shudehill 18.
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The word Allah
The Semitic language which is spoken in the celestial spheres, is the language in which the angels and God address each other. Adam Safi-Allah spoke the same language in paradise. Adam and eve then came into the world and settled in Arabia. Their children also spoke the same language. Then as a result of the descendants of Adam spreading in the world, this language passed from Arabic, Persian, Latin and into English and God was then known by different names in the different languages. As Adam lived in Arabia, there are many words of the Semitic language which are still found in the Arabic language. God addressed the Prophets, Adam as Adam Safi-Allah, Noah as Nuh Nabi-Allah, Abraham as Ibraheem Khalil-Allah, Moses as Musa Kalim-Allah, Jesus as I’sa Ruh-Allah and Mohammed Rasul-Allah. All these titles, in the Semitic language were written on the Tablet before the arrival of the Prophets. This is why the Prophet Mohammed said: “I was a Prophet even before I came in to this world.”
Many people believe that the word Allah is a name given by Muslims, this is not so.
The Prophet Mohammed’s fathers name was Abd-Allah, at a time when Islam did not exist. Prior to the advent of Islam the Name Allah was announced with the title of every Prophet. When the souls were created, the first Name on their tongue was Allah and when the soul entered the body of Adam, it said, Ya-Allah, and only then it entered the body. Many religions understand this enigma and chant the Name Allah and many others because of doubt are deprived of the Name.
Any name which is used to point towards God is worthy of respect.
In other words, which points towards God. The mystical effect of the Name of God has been diversified due to the different names. Every letter of the alphabet has a separate numeric value. This is also a celestial knowledge. All the numeric values are connected with all of the human race. Occasionally the numeric values do not agree with the astronomical calculations as a result of which people become afflicted. Many people go to astrologers and experts of this knowledge and have charts prepared based on the stars. They name their children on this basis.
Just as the letters (a, b, j, d,) (1, 2, 3, 4) when added have the numerical value of ten. Similarly every name has a separate numeric value. As God has been given so many different names, this has caused a conflict between the numeric value of the different names. If all the people called upon God by the same name, then despite the fact that they would all have separate religions, they would all be united inwardly. They too, like Nanak Sahib and Baba Farid would then say:
“All the souls have been created by the light of God, even though their environment and communities are separate.”
The angels that are assigned tasks in the world are also taught the languages of the people of the world.
It is important for the people of every Prophet that they recite, chant and affirm the Title of their Prophet which was granted by God to the Prophet at his time, for the recognition, spiritual grace and purification of his people. The recital and affirmation should be in the same method and in the language of their Prophet.
The entry of any individual into any religion is subject to the condition that the individual accepts and affirms the Title of the Prophet of that religion. Just as the affirmation and the verbal vows are a condition of any marriage.
Entry into the heavens has been made subject to the acceptance and affirmation of the Titles of the Prophets. In the western world many Muslims and Christians have no knowledge of their Prophet’s Title furthermore many do not even know their Prophets original name (in the original language of the Prophet.)
People who only verbalize the affirmation of their Prophet’s Title rely upon their good deeds. Those that reject and do not affirm their Prophet’s Title are refused entry to paradise. Those individuals in whose hearts the affirmation of their Prophet’s Title has descended (entered) they will enter paradise without any accountability.
The revealed celestial Scriptures, whichever language they are in so long as they are in the original form, are a means to finding God. Where the texts and the translations that have been adulterated, just as adulterated flour is harmful for the stomach, the adulterated books have become harmful and people of the same religion and the same of Prophet have divided into so many sects.
To be sure of the straight and guided path it is better that you are guided by the Light (of God) also.
The method of producing light.
In prehistoric times stones would be rubbed together to make fire. Whereas a spark can also be produced by rubbing two metals together. In a similar way electricity is made from water. Similarly by the friction of the blood inside the human body, in other words electric energy is produced by the vibrating heartbeat. In every human being there is present, approximately one and a half volts of electricity due to which the body is energetic. As the heartbeat slows in old age, this reduces the electricity in the body and this in turn also causes a reduction of the energy level in the body.
Firstly, the heartbeat has to be made vibrant and pronounced. Some do this by dancing, some by sports and exercise and some people try to do this by meditating and chanting the Name of God Allah.
When the heartbeat becomes vibrant and pronounced then by chanting the Name Allah try to synchronize it with every heartbeat. Alternatively try to synchronize Allah with one heartbeat and Hu with the other. Some time by placing your hand on the heart and when you feel your heartbeat, again try to synchronize the Name Allah by chanting it with the rythm of the heartbeat and imagine that the Name Allah is entering the heart.
The chanting of Allah Hu is better and more effective but if anyone has an objection, or a fear of chanting Hu, then instead of being deprived one should solely use the Name Allah, repetitively in the chanting. It is beneficial for people who chant and practice this discipline and who read mantras to physically remain as clean as possible as the:
“disrespectful are unfulfilled and the respectful are fulfilled.”
The first method for producing light.
Write Allah on a paper in black ink, and do this exercise for as long as you wish on a daily basis. Soon thereafter, the Word Allah will be transported from the paper and hover over the eyes. Then with one-pointed concentration, attempt to transport the word from the eyes to the heart.
The second method for producing light.
Write Allah on a zero watt bulb, in yellow. Whilst you are awake or just before sleep, concentrate and try to absorb it into the eyes. When it appears on the eyes then try to transport it to the heart.
The third method for producing light.
This method is for those people who have perfect spiritual guides and teachers and who due to their spiritual connection are spiritually assisted by them.
Sit alone and imagine that your index finger is a pen. Using your finger and with your concentration, attempt to write Allah on your heart. Call upon your spiritual teacher (spiritually), so that he too may, hold your finger, and write Allah on your heart. Continue to do this exercise everyday, until you see Allah written on your heart.
By the first and second method, the Name Allah becomes inscribed on the heart, just as it was written and seen by you but when it becomes synchronized with the heartbeat, then it slowly starts to shine. In the synchronized method, the assistance of the spiritual teacher is provided and for this reason it is seen shining and well written on the heart right from the beginning.
Many Prophets and Saints have come into the world, and just for the sake of testing this, if you feel it appropriate, concentrate or call upon all of them when you are practicing your meditation.
Whilst concentrating on any Prophet or Saint, during your meditating practice, if the rhythm of your heartbeat increases, in its vibration or you feel an improvement then this means that your destiny (spiritual fruits) lies with that Prophet or Saint.
Thereafter it is beneficial to concentrate on that same person whenever you practice your meditation as spiritual grace is transferred in this way, because every Saint is spiritually connected to a Prophet, even if that Prophet is not physically living.
The spiritual fruit (grace) of every illuminated person is in the hands of one Saint or another. It is essential that the Saint is living. Sometimes a very fortunate person is gifted with celestial spiritual grace by a perfect Saint who is not living, but this is very rare. However Saints not living in our human realm can provide worldly spiritual grace and assistance to people from their tombs. This is known as Owaisi spiritual grace.
The recipients of such spiritual grace often get entangled in their spiritual insights, visions and dreams because the spiritual guide providing the assistance is in the spiritual realm and so too is Satan and the recognition of the two becomes difficult.
Along with the spiritual grace it is important to have knowledge, for which a living Saint is more appropriate. If a person (Saint) possesses spiritual grace but is without knowledge, that person is known as a Majzoob (Godly but abstracted due to the complete absorption into the Essence of God and who is not in full control of his faculties).
A person (Saint) having spiritual grace and knowledge is known as a Mehboob (literally, loved one). Such people (Saints) as a result of their knowledge provide worldly spiritual assistance as well as spiritual grace and benefit. Whereas the Majzoobs are known to provide worldly spiritual assistance to people by their unusual but accepted practices of shouting obscenities and poking people with their wooden sticks.
If any (Prophet or Saint) appears but does not help or assist you then put Gohar Shahi to the test.
You may belong to any religion, there is no condition in this respect as long as the individual is not eternally ill-fated.
Many people have received the spiritual grace of Qalb meditation from the Moon. This is obtained when there is a full Moon from the East. Look at it with concentration and when you see the image of Gohar Shahi on it say Allah, Allah, Allah three times and you will be blessed with this spiritual grace. Thereafter without any fear or reservation practice the meditation as described.
Believe (the fact) that the image on the Moon has spoken to many people in many different languages. You can try looking and speaking to it also.
About Muraqba
(transcendental meditation)
(Literally. journey. Meditation in which the soul leaves the human body)
Many people without having acquired the illumination of the spiritual entities (‘Lata’if/Shaktian’) and without attaining spiritual strength and prowess try to engage in this meditation. They either fail to reach the meditative state or become the subject of Satanic interference. This type of meditation is for illuminated people, whose spiritual entity of the self has been purified and the Qalb has been cleansed. The practice or attempt at this type of meditation is foolish no matter what type of physical worship is used to achieve this. To collect and gather the strength of the soul and the spiritual entities and then to travel to a place is what is known as meditation.
Sainthood is the one fourtieth part of Prophecy.
Every dream, meditative journey, inspiration or revelation of a Prophet is accurate and authentic and does not need verification. Only fourty out of a hundred dreams, meditative journeys, inspirations and revelations of Saints are accurate the remaining sixty percent are inaccurate.
God cannot be understood without knowledge
The lowest type of meditative journey is started only after the illumination and awakening of the spiritual entity of the Qalb. This is impossible without first achieving the meditation of the Qalb (meditation with the vibrating heartbeat synchronized with the Name Allah). It takes one jerk or shake to bring the person out of this meditative state and back to consciousness. The faculty of the augury (foretelling the future by reading verses or looking into designated books) is also connected to the Qalb.
The next stage is the meditative journey of the soul. It takes three jerks or shakes to return a person back to normality from this meditative state.
The third stage of the meditative journey is done by the spiritual entity, Anna and the soul together. The soul travels along with the spiritual entity Anna, to the realm of souls just as the Archangel Gabriel accompanied the Prophet Mohammed to the realm of souls.
People who are in this meditative state are sometimes even taken to be buried in their graves and they are unaware of this happening to them. Such a meditative state and journey was taken by the “Companions of the Cave” as a result of which they remained asleep in the cave for more than three hundred years.
When this meditative state and journey was undertaken by the Sheikh, Abdul-Qadir al-Jilani, in the jungle, the occupants of the jungle would regard the Sheikh as dead and would take him to a grave for burial but the meditative journey would break just before the burial (the Sheikh would return to consciousness).
How to recognize a special inspiration and revelation from God.
When a person has awakened and illuminated the spiritual entities in the chest and is worthy of receiving the rays of the Grace of God, then at that point God communicates with that person. God is All-Powerful and can do as he pleases and thus communicate with the human being in any way fit, but he has made a special method for his recognition so that his friends can be saved from the deception of Satan.
Firstly, text in the Semitic language appears on the seekers heart and its translation is seen in the language of the seekers mother-tongue. The text is white and shiny and the eyes close automatically and look at the text (internally). The text then passes the Qalb and moves towards the spiritual entity Sirri as a result of which it shines even more. Then the text moves towards the spiritual entity, Akhfa and from here it shines more and then moves onto the tongue. The voice then spontaneously starts to repeat that text.
If this inspiration is from Satan then an illuminated heart will dull the text and if the text is strong and prominent then the spiritual entities Sirri or Akhfa destroy that text. Further if due to the weakness of the spiritual entities the text does arrive at the tongue, then the voice will prevent it from being spoken into words.
This type of inspiration is for special types of Saints, whereas in respect of ordinary Saints, God sends messages to them through the angels or other spiritual entities. When the Archangel Gabriel accompanies the special and inspired text, this is known as revelation which is confined to the Prophets.
For more detail visit www.goharshahi.org or visit asipk.com and for videos visit HH rags
Living in London has given me the opportunity to have an open interpretation of society. I found that London was split between modern and older structures which have helped to create the culture that it brings. Older structures such as Big Ben relate to parliament which symbolise authority and age. These scenes are commonly used in TV News production as they give the reporter a sense of authenticity whereby watchers are able to find the information reliable which helps the media create the image that it wants to create. Tower Bridge connotes the idea of connectivity which is common among the efficient transport links that London offers. Its modernised road shows the development of the new generation. Statues play a large role in London’s history and are able to express different emotions and ideas. The 3 lions at Leister square are a significant symbol to English culture and symbolise loyalty and protection as anyone is welcome in London to share the national pride. Horses are also common in London and connote the idea of independence which is seen in businessmen and commuters. More modern structures such as Oxford Street shops help the new generation to merge with the old fashioned culture of London. Modernised structures such as the Shard and Gherkin have common glass textures which symbolise opportunity, proximity and the idea of looking into a future path that we are able to choose. With relevance to the film industry, using the location of London would be useful in a romantic comedy or films where success and drive to a future goal are key as the culture has a range of aspects that can display the emotions these films would need to bring. My mood board showed common colour themes of red, white and blue. This symbolised ideas of English culture and flag but the colour red could also be interpreted as the colour of authority and romance. Authority would relate to the idea of Parliament and Buckingham Palace being at the centre of London. The colour white connotes ideas of delicacy which is common in fantasy films where there is a modernised set and colours are commonly bright in order to focus on new unique aspects. I chose to incorporate the focus on Pride in my mood board as it is a vital aspect of the new generation in London and is also very important to me. As a culture, we are very accepting of different types of personalities and welcome everyone. Gay pride show a wide range of colours to symbolise the LGBTQ+ community which connote ideas of happiness and joy as the colours are bright and welcoming to particularly young ages. This has inspired me to make a documentary style video based to LGBT discrimination and how the media represents this particular group. A vital aspect of my mood board is the use of cranes in the London skyline. I found that London has a fair distribution of symbolic landmarks which add to its iconic skyline. However these are largely blocked with construction works and cranes therefore I decided to place these images on elevated squares in order to highlight their impact to the image of London. I interpreted this idea of construction as a symbolic change in London society and how the generation is changing for the better by becoming more accepting of different cultures in order to allow anyone to have the opportunity to succeed in their future.
St Andrew, Honingham, Norfolk
I had almost given up hope of seeing inside Honingham church, until my friend John told me he'd arranged for it to be open, and would I like to come along? In truth, I was wary about meeting a character I had encountered at the church some ten years previously; not so much for what had happened, but that I had written about it in some detail afterwards. I was a little apprehensive, therefore, to turn up and discover that the man opening the church was the same one I had met all those years before. But it didn't matter, because he didn't remember me, and probably had never read what I had written.
And I found I liked Honingham church rather more than I had expected to. There is a rich atmosphere of the last decade of the 19th Century and the first decade of the 20th, and the Victorian glass is really very good. It can't have much of a congregation, and I decided that it was essentially a churchwarden's hobby church, a fiefdom. He obviously did everything here, kept in in good order looking spick and span and shipshape, and locked it determinedly against anyone who wanted to see inside without attending a service. I imagined that even God would have to wipe his feet and mumble apologetically if he wanted to get inside. All well and good for now, but once the churchwarden has gone it will soon be lost to us.
In 2006, I wrote: This big, locked, Perpendicular building, the nave and chancel rebuilt by the Victorians, is surrounded by a wide graveyard. On the north side there are sparsely scattered headstones, but to the south the church is set within a wide murderous curve of the A47. To describe this church as a landmark on the road is to assume that it would be safe to look up from the wheel to spot it; the stretch of the road between here and Hockering has claimed more deaths than any other since the A47 was taken outside the villages. I'm not suggesting that the church is responsible for this, of course, just that spotting it shouldn't be one of your priorities.
If a Martian came down and landed in the graveyard of St Andrew, Honingham, what on earth he would make of it? Would he think it was an art object? A barn, or storage facility? Or would he search for an industrial purpose? Perhaps the tall pinnacles on the tower might suggest to him that he was at the site of a scientific experiment. If the Martian had any brains, and I assume that he would have if he'd made it this far, he might perceive that the road is a lot newer than the church, and perhaps he would decide that the church was a relic of the past, its function now sidelined, perhaps forgotten altogether. Indeed, he might wonder if the road had been built deliberately to speed humans past this building and the tall stones set around it.
Perhaps this was a dangerous place. Or, maybe, it was simply an embarrassing reminder of past superstitions, a haunted site. An unlucky place, perhaps. The Martian might watch the traffic hurtling past, the drivers deliberately not looking, and think yes, that must be right. Whatever he decided, it would have to be based on a survey of the exterior, because St Andrew is always locked, unless the Sunday club is in session. He wouldn't even be able to look through the windows, because they are filled with frosted quarries.
Eventually, he might find the porch, and think it is some sort of antechamber (not an entrance, of course, for the doors beyond are locked) and for a moment ponder the holy water stoup, now filled with an old birds nest. What on earth would he make, I wonder, of the signboard on the wall that reads in part:
Friend, you have come to this church. Leave it not without a prayer.
No one entering a house ignores him who dwells in it.
This is the house of God, and He is here.
Pray, then, to him who loves you, and bids you welcome, and awaits your greeting.
A lovely sentiment, no doubt; but the Martian would still be left locked out of the house of God - if it is the house of God, of course, for if the locks and chains keep out the stranger and the pilgrim, how on earth can it be that God is in there to bid us welcome?
My friend Peter had been trying to see inside this church for years. We came this way most recently in early March, 2006. The day had started in bright sun, but as we headed here from Marlingford the east wind blew sheets of glacial cloud above us, which turned grey and, as we parked the car, turned to snow. Parking is difficult; there is a layby, but you need to approach from the west to park here. Otherwise, there is a drive which goes up to the east end of thechurch, but this was already occupied by a large BMW estate. We parked in the layby, and sat in the car for a moment, watching the fat flakes thicken.
What to do? We decided that we might just as well get out and go and take a look. Either, by some miracle, the church would be open and offer us shelter, or we could confirm our prejudices about the perpetual locking of St Andrew and be on our way.
The south side of the church has been cleared of headstones, and they have been placed in two perfectly straight lines, about 15 m apart. What would the Martian make of this? Some sort of sports arena, perhaps? Or a place to worship the sun at the solstice?
Our Martian couldn't possibly be expected to know about the great lawnmower enthusiasm of the 1960s and 1970s, when so many graveyards were cleared like this one. But the dead have their revenge, and this wide open space is now scattered with an acne of molehills.
We got into the porch and tried the inner door, which was locked of course; although it did feel as though one great shove with a shoulder would probably open it. And that was when the heavens opened. The snow was so thick in the air we could only just make out the suicidal cars thrashing up the main road to and from the Midlands. Peter is a careful driver, and he didn't much fancy heading on in a blizzard, and there didn't seem much point getting caked in snow just to go back and sit in the car, so we sheltered from the weather in the porch, and read the notices miserably.
I noticed that the presentation to the living had been suspended, which sounds drastic but simply means that the parish can't afford a Rector. The annual accounts were posted, and I noticed that the total income for the year was roughly the same as the weekly income of the church I attend in the middle of Ipswich, so this is a small parish. Eventually, I exhausted the possibilities of the noticeboard, and, feeling that I had probably squeezed the last ounce of pleasure out of the porch, I gazed out at the graveyard. This was when I noticed something rather curious. The back of the BMW estate was open, and beyond the second line of gravestones a smartly dressed man was standing in the snow bashing molehills with a spade.
At first I thought this must be an act of devotion on the part of a parishioner, or simply a Saturday morning habit. And then I wondered if it might be some kind of East Anglian country lore: if in the snow you clear his stack, mister mole will not be back. Perhaps this man had been waiting for it to snow for months.
We watched him for a while, the snow blanketing the sound of his spade into silence, rendering it surreal. But the wind was vicious, and so we stepped back into the porch, and worked out where we wanted to go next. It was while we were pondering over the map that we heard footsteps, and looking up saw that the smartly dressed man had approached us. He looked at us quizzically.
"Just here out of interest?" he asked.
"Well, we'd like to be", I replied, indicating the door. "But the church is locked."
This was such a heavy hint that, once dropped, it hit the floor with a loud clang. Surely, if this man had a key, he'd give it to us, or let us in. But he just smiled sadly and nodded in agreement, as if to say yes, the church was locked, and there was nothing he could do about it. Perhaps he'd been trying to see inside for years as well. Instead, the three of us exchanged a few polite comments about the weather, and he wandered off back to the moles.
The snow gradually thinned, and at last it stopped. We stepped out, examining the sky for signs. An uneasy truce had set in. Just a thin dusting remained on the grass to show that it had ever snowed; the sun was edging to come out, the white rime on the green fading, but there were more sheets of greying clouds huddled off in the distance. It was time to go. We wanted to make a statement of some kind, and so we left the porch gates open, as if to suggest that the the doors were not barred, and that God was in His dwelling house waiting to bid a welcome.
But by the time we got back to the car and headed eastwards past the church, someone had already closed them.
Pour was given a world premiere at the Churchill Theatre Studio in Morningside at the Endinburgh Fringe Festival. The cast were well outfitted in wellies and waterproofs when the rain set in on the High Street. The rain brought out a Saltire brolly and a stroke of lightening from the camera mounted flash. Nob Stewart had a particularly involved way of holding on to his brolly that captivated these cast members of Pour.
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3075 was the 2nd of its type into service as one of 5 test buses a full 3 months ago now but still looks as new
Our Nechu, God-given Glow is illuminating our lives as he completes one year of joining our family. Thank You, Lord for this precious gift.
Happy Birthday to you Nathan, our Beloved..
May God give you many more..
I am reminded of the lovely lullaby in our language Malayalam.. (southern Indian Sate Kerala):
"Omanathinkalkidavo.."(meaning is he the lovely infant moon )written about 200 years ago by IrayimmanThampy, one of the then royals for his niece. I could not find a decent translation to carry the lovely comparisons the poet make throughout the short poem to various goodies of our mother nature.. I am writing some lines in English below to give you a taste of it and also a link to its tune on Youtube:
After comparing the baby to the glow of moon, the poet continues :
Or are u the delicate lotus flower?
Honey in the flower or the cool luminance of the Moon?
Softly swaying peacock or the cuckoo singing the morning tune?
Prancing young flawn or the brilliant white swan?
Gift of God from heaven?
Tender leaf of the jasmine, or the casket to keep my heart’s tender love ?
Seed of the worldly renown, or the everlasting pearl ?
It continues like that...
www.youtube.com/watch?NR=1&v=w4N4fQZH-dY
The people of Kerala agree that it is the most beautiful and melodious composition of the times to date and is more a peoples lullaby rather than just the royal lullaby. Over the years, thousands of Keralite mothers sing this song to sleep their loving babies in fond remembrance of the composer. The poem and the poet has thus made eternal....As you hear it today, it continues to strike the same tender chord in ones mind and the feelings are testimony to the clarity, purity and brilliance of the composition. Unlike other poems which simply provide superlatives of the human, this composition compares the young regent to various lovely aspects of nature and goodness.
Given his bushwacker hat, my guess is that this gentleman, pictured on the Royal Mile near Edinburgh Castle, is a visitor from Australia
Given its location roughly halfway between Manchester and Rochdale, Middleton is well served by a network of routes from the surrounding urban areas and fairly unusually, by no fewer than five of the major Groups, although the latest round of service changes in April 2023 has significantly reduced
the presence of Rotala’s Diamond Bus operations in the area.
On the final day of regular workings on the 163 Manchester - Bury service, the mixed bag of Diamond vehicles deployed included Streetdeck 40751, still in base colour scheme from its time as the Platinum Jubilee representative.
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The word was in a musical dictionary Eric Satie had at home, and the given definition was “An event at a greek festival wherein maidens danced in the nude.”
Most of my images are made under the influence… of music!
SILK WHITE CYCLAMENS
This is only a small plant, but on the windowsill in my kitchen, it seems to thrive in the Northern light, these beauties here seem to fight for the light.
Cyclamen are native to the Mediterranean region from Spain east to Iran, and also in northeast Africa South to Somalia.
The name Cyclamen is presumed to come from Greek 'kyclos', a circle referring to the round tubers, or leaves.
Lovely inverted flowers rise out of fantastically patterned rounded or heart-shaped leaves.
Some of the patterns, particularly the silver leaved varieties are exquisite and can truly be described as a wonder of nature.
From the family Primulaceae, they come in beautiful colours from white, pink, purple, red and combinations of these.
Cyclamen like the cool; the smaller the leaves, the cooler they can stand it.
The tubers are regarded as the favourite food for pigs in the South of France, Sicily and Italy, hence a rather uncommon common name Sowbread.
Cyclamen are poisonous; they have been used medicinally as a powerful purgative, but their toxicity makes this risky.
Have a glorious day and thank you, M, (*_*)
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Given to the church at Eyam by Mrs Creswick in memory of her husband. Designed by Alfred Fisher in 1985. Depicting the story of the plague from 1665 to 1666
For the group Me Again Monday with the theme "JOY." My greatest joy in life is to know I am in the centre of God's will, knowing that I am doing what He calls me to do.
I am far from perfect, my life can be messy but my heart's joy is to follow Him and to share His love, grace, mercy and truth with others. It gives me great joy here on Flickr when what I have shared has touched the heart of another, whether it has encouraged them, given them hope or given them a smile. It's not about me but about sharing my life with others, the joys, trials and the ups and downs.
I just heard this song yesterday and it speaks my heart and how I want to live my life here on this earth in the all the days that I've been given.
THE POWER OF YOUR NAME
Surely children weren't made for the streets
And fathers were not made to leave
Surely this isn't how it should be
Let Your Kingdom come
Surely nations were not made for war
Or the broken meant to be ignored
Surely this just can't be what You saw
Let Your Kingdom come
Here in my heart
I will live
To carry Your compassion
To love a world that's broken
To be Your hands and feet
I will give
With the life that I've been given
And go beyond religion
To see the world be changed
By the power of Your name
Surely life wasn't made to regret
And the lost were not made to forget
Surely faith without action is dead
Let Your Kingdom come
Lord break this heart
Your name
Is a shelter for the hurting
Jesus Your name
Is a refuge for the weak
Only Your name
Can redeem the undeserving
Jesus Your name
Holds everything I need
I will live
To carry Your compassion
To love a world that's broken
To be Your hands and feet
I will give
With the life that I've been given
And go beyond religion
To see the world be changed
By the power of Your name
Here's a video of the song if you have time to take a listen.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=AwKpbbnWPgs
~ hmam
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Given that it was 34 degrees in London yesterday and I could easily have stayed at home in the relative cool I decided a good walk (just to work up a sweat) and some screen printing was in order. Say hello to id-iom's new 'faded stamp' t's. They're for our percy pile so don't think you can get your grubby mitts on one...
Cheers
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Tokyo, Japan - April 24, 2026: Hand holds up a McCafe McDonalds coffee in a bag, typically how it is given to to-go customers
LOGIE-BUCHAN, a parish, in the district of Ellon, county of Aberdeen, 2 miles (E. by S.) from Ellon; containing 713 inhabitants.
The word Logie, expressive of a low-lying spot, was given to this place on account of its applicability to the tract in which the church is situated; while the affix is descriptive of the position of the parish in that part of the county called Buchan.
Logie-Buchan Parish Church is located on the southern slope of the River Ythan valley, in gently rolling countryside with small fields, rough grazing and enclosures of trees. There is a narrow trackway and footbridge across the river a short distance to the north. The church stands in a sloping graveyard, bounded by a rubble wall. The large former manse is positioned to the south and the church itself closed recently and a new use had not been found when it was visited (2012).
A church here was granted to Aberdeen Cathedral by David II in 1361, while the current church was built in the late 18th century with later additions and alterations.
Description (exterior)
The church is a small, simple building with little architectural detailing. It is aligned roughly east-west and has harled, rubble walls and a slate roof. There are narrow strips of granite stone around the windows and doors. The church is rectangular on plan, with a small, gabled porch and a lean-to vestry at the west end.
The east elevation has a hipped or piended roof rather than a gable. There are two rectangular windows with simple timber tracery and small panes of leaded glass. There has clearly been alterations carried out at this end of the church, shown by two blocked openings, a doorway and window, in the centre of the east elevation.
The north elevation of the church has four equally-spaced rectangular windows, each with simple tracery and latticed glazing. The opposite south elevation has two larger rectangular windows, towards the centre, again with tracery and latticed glazing.
The west end of the church has a small, gabled porch with a rectangular doorway on the south side, which is the main entrance into the church. There is a rectangular window in the west gable of this porch and a tall chimney rises from the apex, serving a fireplace in the small lean-to vestry extension to the north of the porch. The church has a tall gable at the west end, topped by an ashlar-built bellcote, which has a stone ball finial.
Description (interior)
Some of the fittings remain in the church but are likely to be removed if and when a new use is found for the church, which is no longer in use.
People / Organisations:
Name RoleDates Notes
William RuxtonRecast the interior 1912
Robert MaxwellMade the church bell1728
Events:
Church built on site of older church (1787)
Porch and vestry added to west (1891)
Interior recast (1912)
Logie-Buchan is separated on the east from the German Ocean by the parish of Slains, and is intersected by the river Ythan.
The river abounds with various kinds of trout, also with salmon, eels, lounders, and mussels; and pearls are still occasionally found.
It has a ferry opposite the parish church, where its breadth at low water is about sixty yards; and two boats are kept, one for general passengers, and the other, a larger boat, for the conveyance of the parishioners to church from the northern side.
A tradition has long prevailed that the largest pearl in the crown of Scotland was obtained in the Ythan; and it appears that, about the middle of the last century, £100 were paid by a London jeweller to gentleman in Aberdeen, for pearls found in the river.
Most of the inhabitants of the district are employed in agricultural pursuits, a small brick-work recently established being the only exception.
The great north road from Aberdeen passes through the parish, and the mail and other public coaches travel to and fro daily. On another road, leading to the shipping-port of Newburgh, the tenantry have a considerable traffic in grain, lime, and coal, the last procured from England, and being the chief fuel.
The river Ythan is navigable for lighters often or twelve tons' burthen at high water. The marketable produce of the parish is sent to Aberdeen. Logie- Buchan is ecclesiastically in the presbytery of Ellon, synod of Aberdeen, and in the patronage of Mr. Buchan.
The church was built in 1787, and contains 400 sittings.
Cemeteries - Presbyterian / Unitarian
Logie Buchan Parish Church, Logie-Buchan, Church of Scotland
The church of Logie-Buchan was dedicated to St Andrew.
St Andrew's Church was built in 1787 and has been much altered. It contains a 1728 bell.
Logie-Buchan (Aberdeen, Buchan). Also known as Logie Talargy, the church was granted by David II in 1361 to the common fund of the canons of Aberdeen cathedral, and this was confirmed to the uses of the canons by Alexander, bishop of Aberdeen in 1362, both parsonage and vicarage fruits being annexed while the cure was to become a vicarage pensionary.
Although possession was obtained by the dean and chapter, this was subsequently lost, and the church had to be re-annexed in 1437, the previous arrangement being adhered to, with both parsonage and vicarage remaining annexed.
St Andrew's Kirk, 1787. Undistinguished externally, porch 1891, inside original ceiling with Adam-like centrepiece and two-light Gothic windows, part of 1912 recasting, William Buxton. Pulpit was originally in the centre of the N wall with a horseshoe gallery bearing the Buchan coat of arms (George Reid, Peterhead, carver). Monuments to Thomas (d. 1819) and Robert (d. 1825) Buchan.
Bell, 1728, Robert Maxwell. Church bought by Captain David Buchan to ensure access and survival.
Kirkyard: plain ashlar gatepiers and rubble walls; some table tombs.