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Hells Gate is an abrupt narrowing of British Columbia's Fraser River, located immediately downstream of Boston Bar in the southern Fraser Canyon. The towering rock walls of the Fraser River plunge toward each other forcing the waters through a passage only 35 metres (115 ft) wide.
Lucky Hell.
Taboo Barcelona Burlesque Nights.
21st December 2013,
Sala Apolo,
Barcelona.
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Much of Hells Kitchen still consists of low-rise tenement buildings. This is as a result of the "Special Clinton District" regulation established by the City of New York in 1972.
The Special Clinton District consists of three distinct regulations:
1) Preservation Area: The area from 43rd to 56th Streets between 8th and 10th Avenues must consist of residential buildings less than 7 stories tall. (What you see above)
2) Perimeter Area: 8th Ave between 42nd & 57th St allowed for larger residential and commercial buildings
3) Mixed Use Area: 10th and 11th Avenues between 43rd and 50th Streets for mixed residential and manufacturing buildings.
After September 11th, Mayor Bloomberg relaxed many building regulations which led to a building boom in Hells Kitchen. Many new buildings are currently in construction or have been built in what used to be the preservation area.
The white lights at an angle show that shunting is permitted in this direction, while the signal boxes with a LED square show that the switch/point is set correctly for straight ahead travel. The number six in a triangle means that the next speed is 60 km/h.
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Hell played in Paris on April 6th of 2012
Le Bataclan venue.
I'll admit it. Sometimes I send off for those glossy magazines and brochures of exotic places just so I can see everywhere I could be and everywhere I'm not. At first, it was a little bit masochistic. I'd flip through those arid deserts and humid jungles and crowded, jumbled streets and I'd compare. Those bleak landscapes to my almost bleaker suburbia. I'd look at all the places I wanted desperately to be at tht moment. I let the longing, sweet and bitter, well up in me until I had my car keys in hand and aa.com at my fingertips. I'd find myself looking up into the blue cloudless skies and imagined myself soaring though them to there, somewhere, anywhere but here. I let the desire to escape overwhelm the destination. I wanted to travel for so many of the wrong reasons.
But I've figured out the problem. When I looked at those pictures, I was seeing nothing more than impossibilities. I look at them now, or at least try to, and see the possibilities in them. I spread those same distant photographs out on my bedspread. But now my fingers don't stroke the glossy fingers, but the broad elephant leaves of the jungle. I nestle myself deep into the roots of the ancient gods of the jungle and let them wrap their arms around me so tight, a mother's embrace that's held so much life within it's grasp before, so many before me and so many after. And those gnarled hands that twist and entertwine above me, protectng and loving, until I'm underwater in this emerald world. And I lay back and watch that kalediscope sky above me, those shifting shades and shapes of green that shake and shimmer in the windy summer day and I feel the kalediscope world beneath me, the dying leaves and sprouts pushing up around me, the life that springs from death and the death that springs from life, a melding of the very worst and best forces of nature until the two are nearly indistinguishable. A howler monkey cries off in the distant. The ants go marching two-by-two carrying the cookie-cutter crumbs of the gods on their backs, but they'll bring the giants tumbling down and the fierce cry of the howler will fall silent all through the patience of jigsaw teeth. This world will rebuild and destroy itself in ture without the touch of human hands. And it makes me feel so large and so small. But my size doesn't matter. My name, my face, my history doesn't matter. My very essence loses some essential worth. Because none of it matters when I am apart of it all and all is apart of me.
So when I take those glossy magazines in my hands and run my fingers down the faraway lands. I'm not merely escaping where I am, but I'm bringing a bit of that jungle with me. The shadow tread of a panther that prowls in my step. Or that fierce game of predator and prey in my eyes. Or maybe new eyes all together. Because when I am in those distant forests, its very life is in me. I am so much greater than the sum of my parts. And even the ebb and flow of suburbia can't shake that from my bones.
From the ReStore in Lawrence, KS - and as I have now developed a "thing" for wooden handled hammers the last few years - it came home with me
Markings are a bit hard to see - but you do have several images to chose from. Logo in form of
- HELLER (HORSE) Made in USA -
with the Made in USA in smaller letters and USA under "Made in". Horse logo totally obscured by a rusty patch
Going all in on this - puller the head, now soaking in veneffr. Will prime/paint. Handle has some splits - glued in some 1/4" dowels and hope to stabilize. Will sand and probably seal. Did not get a look at bottom of handle yet to see if there is a weight mark
Wedge is an "S" shape and will be reset, I filed off about 1/4 -3/8" of the top of the handle to get some newer wood involved.
Hell Valley is an aptly named area with volcanic activities ranging from sulphuric creeks to steam vents and pits filled with boiling mud.
Hell, Hammer Open Air festival, Lieto, Finland 20.7.2013
Shot with Canon 5D mk2 + Canon 70-200 f4L lens.
Somewhere in southern france, after a nuclear strike, some people are fighting for their lives.
Modele : un mexicain asphyxié
Hells Angels member Jose G. participated in a special bull-riding contest for the bikers at the Cody Nite Rodeo this week. Though injured in his first ride, which lasted 4.7 seconds, he was considering riding again another night this week.
Kilkee Hell of the West Triathlon 2014
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An unexpected fire show on my way home - a straw stack chatched fire in this freezing cold. Jumped out of the car with my trusted Leica of course...
An unexpected fire show on my way home - a straw stack chatched fire in this freezing cold. Jumped out of the car with my trusted Leica of course...
Ruler of The Gates of Hell, this fiend is the one who took the life of Ares Leviathan's wife and the key source of evil since Christ gained victory over Lucifer, who remains enslaved in hell for the most part. In the present day, Lucius is the one who is running all illegal operations in the world. Trafficking, theft operations, wars, etc. Ares Leviathan, leader of Vigilantes And Knights and defender of justice, has hunted Lucius for millenia, destroying every operation Lucius is running. It is destined they will finally battle it out at the battle of Armageddon.
Story not exactly Biblically correct, but makes good story. Keep that in mind.
Everglades Wilderness Writing Expedition students on overnight camping trip to Hell's Bay in the southern Everglades
Fly By Nite DAF XF 105 Super Space Cab tour truck, reg. no. KN13 FBN, at the Motorpoint Arena, Cardiff with the Slipknot 'Prepare For Hell' Tour 2015. The truck is seen here in Sophia Gardens, Cardiff. There were 15 trucks on the tour in total and 10 coaches.
The picture was taken on 24 January 2015.