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St Brides - In An Ideal World
image ENDS This Week - 'In An Ideal World' at St Brides, Percy Street
The Toxteth Art Gallery presents local artists from Liverpool city and abroad in a mixed exhibition of various media, curated by Alice Lenkiewicz. Based upon the theme,'In an Ideal World', presenting individual artworks and personal statements around this theme.
Artists:
Richard Gustavo Caroprese Hoyos
Tracy Dunn
Alice Lenkiewicz
George Lund
Arthur Roberts
Joel Bird
Janine Pinion
Sarah Ryan
Mary Fitzpatrick
Stephen Osu
Raymond Watson
Richard Ashworth
Barbara Jones
Danny John
Christine O’Reilly Wilson
Mark Owen
Wendy Williams
Ilsa Parry
Iain Yell
Barbara Harrison
Susan Sharples
Theresa Potter
Lee Donnelly
Carl Fletcher
Ken Bullock
St Brides, Percy St, L8 8LT
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Tiffany Taylor was Produced by Ideal from 1974-1976. Tiffany is a Beautiful 70’s Fashion Doll with a Rotating Scalp.
The Caucasian Version has Long Blonde Hair on One Side of her Scalp, and Long Brunette Hair with Bangs on the other Side. The African American Version has Long Auburn Hair on One Side of Scalp, and Long Black Hair with Bangs on the Other Side.
Tiffany has Thick, Plush Lashes and Painted Blue Eyes, Tan Skin and is Jointed at the Neck, Shoulders and Legs.
There were Several Separate Outfits Sold for her. The Tiffany Taylor Doll itself was only Sold in One Outfit, The Gold Bodysuit with Green Open Skirt and GREEN MULE Clogs.
These GREEN Mule Shoes were the Only Shoes Made FOR Tiffany Taylor, HOWEVER, The Exact Same Shoe was Also Made By Ideal in the Color WHITE for Magic Hair Crissy.
Magic Hair Crissy and Tiffany Taylor have the Same Bodies, and Therefore Can Wear Same Clothes and Shoes.
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Es momento de recordarle de una manera hermosa a esa persona especial que tienes al lado que es lo mejor que te ha podido pasar en la vida. Hazlo con imágenes de amor bonitas con frases especiales para aquella persona que ha venido a alegrar tus días y tu vida por completo.
Mi vida… Nunca dudes sobre lo especial que eres para mí. Si no lo fueras, no buscaría estar siempre a tu lado, no querría siempre recibir tus besos ni me sentiría tan cómoda cuando tus brazos me rodean o cuando me siento sobre tu regazo.
Amor… Llegaste a mi vida, y ese día me propuse a conquistar tu corazón para cuidarlo con todo el amor que despertaste en mí. Lo que siento por ti es tan grande que te dedicaría todas las canciones de amor que existen, todos los poemas que se han escrito, y ni si quieras así sería suficiente.
Amor… Tu sonrisa de ángel me hipnotiza, me hace sentirme en el cielo y olvidarme de todo, menos de ti. Es imposible no sentir este amor por ti si cada día me brindas más y más razones para entregarte mi corazón.
Amor… Eres todo lo que quiero para ser feliz, porque felicidad es todo lo que tengo cada vez que estoy a tu lado.
Amor… La vida me dio la oportunidad de conocerte y de enamorarme de ti y no pienso desaprovecharla. Eres lo mejor que me ha pasado y lo que más cuidaré en mi vida.
Amor… Creo que el destino decidió unirnos, para demostrarle al mundo que el amor sí existe.
Mi vida… Lo único que necesito para ser feliz, es tenerte siempre a mi lado.
Amor… Solo fue necesario mirarte a los ojos una vez, para darme cuenta que solo tú eres el hombre de mis sueños, con quien deseo ser muy feliz por toda la vida.
Amor… Cada día al despertar no puedo evitar pensar en cómo sería mi vida si no nos hubiésemos conocido, y llego a la conclusión que has sido una de las mejores elecciones que he tomado, porque soy inmensamente feliz. Te amo, y espero que estemos juntos por siempre.
Mi vida… Eres perfecto, nunca me cansaré de pensar en ti, de recordar lo hermoso, cariñoso y atento que eres, realmente soy una mujer con mucha suerte de tener a mi lado a un tesoro como tú.
Amor… Tenerte a mi lado es una bendición, ya que solo tú has logrado conocer todo lo bueno en mí, haces de mi vida un lugar feliz al cual anhelo regresar cada minuto.
Amor… Eres un gran regalo de Dios, toda una bendición… Y agradezco infinitamente que haya permitido que nuestras miradas se cruzaran en el momento perfecto.
Siempre es bueno recordarle a la persona que amamos todo lo que nos hace elegir, y hasta incluso, el motivo por el cual es él o ella el causante de esta sonrisa que no se borra. Todo necesitamos sentirnos amados y las imágenes con frases románticas son una gran manera de hacerlo. ¡Disfrútalas mucho!
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This is a photo of me ca. 1978 with my dad's Ideal Lawn Mower.
This self-propelled power lawn mower features a hit-and-miss engine and a reel-type mowing head. It was manufactured in Lansing, Michigan sometime in the 1920s.
Ideal engines are popular collectibles, although many of them are no longer attached to their mowers.
Ideal Barber Shop, 105 S. Wright St, Burgaw, NC
Official IDEAL BARBER SHOP haircut, November 21, 2009
The Ideal Barber Shop lives up to its name, embodying the image of an old-fashioned barber shop. It is located on the town square in Burgaw, across the street from the Pender County Courthouse. The barber shop’s pole is hung horizontally on the awning outside the door, rather than vertically as many poles are. There are three barber chairs inside, with a dozen chairs for waiting customers. The interior looks much as you would expect – a wall full of fliers and cards from local business, an old Coca-Cola bottle machine, gumball machines, hair products for sale, and plenty of family pictures. It’s patriotic (with a flag and an Uncle Sam poster) and conservative (based on the magazines available for reading). The walls are a light blue, with black-white linoleum. There were four customers while I was there, and the conversational topics included a barbecue place in a nearby town, national politics, local business and their required equipment. When it came my time in the chair, Ray Rivenbark spoke of his son who works as an electrical contractor in New Hanover and Pender counties, one who often gets his work finished ahead of schedule. The haircut cost $10, plus the tip I left.
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A large conference table sits before a fireplace, above which hangs a large oil painting of John Barton Payne, who served as Secretary of the Interior under President Woodrow Wilson and was president of the American Red Cross for 14 years. The two doors on either side of the fireplace lead to the meeting room's kitchen.
Saucy plays with her stuffed tiger. Seeing her happy face always makes others feel happy themselves. After all, she's "got the cutest little baby face," in the words of the song.
Happy Toys-in-the-Frame Thursday!
*Saucy Walker, 1960s 32" Toddler by Ideal (from sundayvisit)
This is the Ideal Insurance building on Moor Green Lane in Moseley (can also see it from Russell Road).
It's at 123 Moor Green Lane.
It was the home of Pitmaston. Other names include: The Ideal Benefit Society, Ideal Insurance Holdings Ltd.
It is a Grade II listed building.
Company Headquarters. 1930-31. Holland W. Hobbiss (1880-1970) for the Ideal Benefit Society. Brick with pantile hipped roofs. Wooden sash windows. Stone entrance porch, architraves to pair of secondary doors, and balustrade to angled towers. T-shaped plan in a restrained symmetrical Neo-Classical style.
Pitmaston, Moor Green Lane - British Listed Buildings
Recently it was used by the Church of Scientology (for the Birmingham headquarters), although I could see no sign of that use now.
mit Manfred Maurenbrecher
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»Mit einem Teelöffel kannst du helfen«
Der Sänger Pete Seeger über McCarthy, schwarze Listen und die Jagd nach Idealen
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Pete Seeger, der legendäre Singersongwriter von Welthits wie „We shall overcome“, „Sag mir wo die Blumen sind“, „If I had a hammer“ „Turn turn turn“, „Good Night Irene“ lebt heute noch in den gleichen bescheidenen Verhältnissen wie 1950 in Beacon im Bundeststaat New York. Dort besuchten im den heute 86jährigen Sozialisten die deutschen Liedermacher Diether Dehm und Manfred Maurenbrecher, die an neuen Liedern mit ihm und an einem Musical über ihn arbeiten. Dabei entstand Ende Mai 2005 das nachfolgende Gespräch.
Frage:
Dein damaliger Manager soll Anfang der Fünfziger verhindert haben, dass du und die „Weavers“ dein „If I had a hammer“ gespielt haben - um MacCartheys antikommunistische „Blacklisters“ nicht weiter zu provozieren. .
Seeger: Stimmt. Wir hatten zwar mit „Irene“ einen Nr.1 Hit, hatten aber allmählich einen vollständigen Radio- und Auftritts-Boykott. Natürlich war es trotzdem falsch, nachzugeben. Aber die übrigen „Weavers“ wollten die wenigen Jobs nicht auch noch verlieren. Deswegen schloss ich mich ihrer Entscheidung an.
Frage: Wann fingen die Schwarzen Listen an?
Seeger: Nun ja, auf eine Weise hat es Schwarze Listen immer gegeben. Woody Guthrie und ich kamen als „lefties“ in kein Radio, damals, Woody sang nur noch in Kalifornien einem sehr kleinen, unabhängigen Senders, der ihn fast alles singen ließ. Das einzige Mal, wo wir breit im Radio waren, war nach Pearl Harbor. Das war eine landesweite Ausstrahlung und wir hatten einen Song „Round and round Hitler’s grave, he won’t get up no more“. Aber prompt stand in der nächsten Woche auf der Titelseite einer großen New Yorker Zeitung „kommunistische Folk-Sänger versuchen, das Radio zu unterwandern“. Und das war der letzte Job, den wir bekamen. Ich hatte mein ganzes Leben lang mit Schwarzen Listen zu tun. Auch als der Gehimdienst subtiler auf Radio und TV einwirkte. Sicher: besonders brutal war die Einschüchterungs-Zeit der Fünfziger. Als Künstler genau wie Arbeiter Angst hatten, ihren Beruf zu verlieren und sie nicht wussten, wie sie ihre Familien ernähren würden… Ich bin da etwas dran vorbei gekommen, indem ich in Schulen und Kinder-Sommerlagern sang, und schließlich in Hochschulen. Aber die antikommunistischen Vereine tönten laut „Geht nicht los, um Seeger zu hören.“ Manchmal aber war alles was sie damit erreichten nur kostenlose Reklame.
Frage: Meinst du, dass es heute immer noch Schwarze Listen gibt?
Seeger: O, ich bin sicher dass die Leute, die das Fernsehen kontrollieren, sehr genau wissen, was sie tun. Ich habe keine Stimme mehr, ich versuche nicht zu singen. Aber sie spielen nicht die Platten von Leuten, wenn diese zum Beispiel für Frieden sind. Es gibt Millionen Amerikaner, die nicht froh darüber sind, dass wir im Irak sind. Aber hörst du davon im Radio, hörst du davon im Fernsehen? Nein, natürlich nicht. Weil das Radio und das Fernsehen auf eine Weise kontrolliert sind von denen, die ich „höhere Mächte“ nenne.
Frage: Darüber zerbrachen die „Weavers“, trotz ihrer Hits und großen Erfolge….
Seeger: … und dann kam ein neuer Manager, Harold Leventhal, zu den Weavers nachdem wir seit drei Jahren nicht mehr zusammen gesungen hatten. Eine Zeit während der Fred zurück zur Hochschule gegangen war, Ron Gilber ein Baby bekommen hatte, Lee Hays Kurzgeschichten schrieb. Und er sagte: „Wäret ihr bereit, eine Wiedervereinigung zu machen?“ Und wir sagten: „Sicherlich, wenn du denkst, dass du einen Saal finden kannst, der an uns vermietet.“ Nun, ein Saal, die Town Hall, mit zwölfhundert Sitzen, sagte: „Nein, wir können es nicht riskieren, die Weavers bei uns zu haben. Ihr könnt unseren Saal nicht mieten.“ Aber dann ging er zu Carnegie-Hall, und die sagten dort: „Wenn du das Geld hast, werden wir es an dich vermieten.“ Und Harold Leventhal wusste nicht, ob dort einhundert Leute sein würden oder zweihundert…. Stattdessen war es ausverkauft. Fast dreitausend. Und wir fingen wieder an zu singen. Allmählich wurde mir meine Familie aber dann doch wichtiger als die Band und 1957 schlug ich vor, dass Eric Darling den Platz übernehmen sollte. Er war ein alter Freund und ein wundervoller Musiker. Und er konnte einige Stücke viel besser spielen als ich. Und so sangen die Weavers weiter bis neunzehnhundertzweiundsechzig, glaube ich.
Frage: War Deine Welthits, etwa gesungen von Joan Baez, den Byrds, Peter, Paul and Mary und Trini Lopez nicht doch so etwas wie eine kommerzielle Waffe gegen die Blacklisters?
Seeger: Ich denke um 1958 kamen Songs von uns wieder in Mode. Peter Paul and Mary verbesserten „If I had a Hammer“; mit Trini Lopez wurde es dann ein Welthit.. Es gab auch ganz neuartige Aufnahmen von „Where Have all the Flowers gone“. Das Kingston-Trio sang das auch, und Marlene Dietrich übernahm es von denen. Max Colpet machte eine deutschsprachige Version, die sich besser singen lässt als meine englische. Es klingt im deutschen wirklich noch beeindruckender: „Sag mir wo die Blumen sind.“
Frage: Du hast auch viel musikalischen Widerstand organisiert. Glaubst du, dass Organisieren nicht auch etwas ist, was dem organischen Feingefühl und der ästhetischen Kreativität eines Künstlers schaden kann?
Seeger: Nun, Schreiber organisieren Worte. Maler organisieren Farbe. Tänzer organisieren ihre Füße und Beine, schätze ich mal, und viele andere Sachen. Und Musiker versuchen, Instrumente und Stimmen und Noten zu organisieren. Aber ich denke, jeder von uns sollte mehr als das sein. Zum einen sollten wir, falls wir Familien haben, helfen die Familie zu organisieren. Und wenn wir irgendwo Mitglieder sind, haben wir eine Verantwortung. Und das will organisiert sein. Ich denke, dass wenn es hier in hundert Jahren eine Welt gibt – niemand weiß, ob – dann nur, weil bis dahin Abermillionen Menschen, begriffen haben, wie man selbst ein Organisator des gemeinschaftlichen Organismus ist. Dann werden die Menschen nach ihren Bedürfnissen Arbeit haben, wie Karl Marx das vorausahnte – und sowas will besonders gut organisiert sein, und dann orgnanisieren die Leute sich mit der Rücksicht auf die Natur.
Frage: Wurdest Du nicht oft in Richtung fauler Kompromisse und Anpassung an Macht gedrängt, vielleicht sogar auch verlockt, mit den großen Hunden zu pinkeln?
Seeger: O, ich mache Kompromisse jedes Mal, wenn ich meinen Mund öffne. Ich mache Kompromisse, wenn ich versuche zu entscheiden was ich genau sagen will. Ich mag es nicht, Leute zu beleidigen, ich möchte nicht Leute wütend machen. Und wenn ich vor stets unterschiedlichem Publikum bin, möchte ich auch verschiedene Arten von Stücken singen. Meine Schwester Peggy sagt es so: es gibt einen Unterschied zwischen Kompromissen und Ausverkauf. Wenn du die Hoffnung für die Menschheit aufgegeben hast, so lange du nur Dein Geld verdienst.
Frage: Was sind Fehler in Deinem Leben gewesen?
Seeger: Einige meiner Fehler waren rein musikalisch. Und dann: zu viel zu reisen und von meiner Frau zu erwarten, dass sie drei Kinder großzieht ohne viel Beistand von mir. Sie lebte alleine bei einem Berg, und konnte einfach nur hoffen, dass, wenn die Hunde anfingen zu bellen, es nicht irgendein Kerl dort draußen war. Sie ist eine sehr tapfere Frau. Sie macht normalerweise Witze darüber. Sie sagt: „Wenn Peter bloß Frauen hinterher jagen würde, hätte ich eine Chance, ihn zu verlasse. Aber er jagt Idealen hinterher, und so bleibe ich bei ihm.“ Es gibt einen Cartoon über mich: eine Frau ist am Telefon, und sie hat einen großen Haufen Wäsche vor sich, und einen Besen, und ein dreijähriges Kind, das an ihrem Rock zieht, und sie sagt in das Telefon: „Nein, er ist nicht da, er ist weit weg, um die Menschheit zu retten.“
Frage: Du überarbeitest gerade Deine Biographie. Was hebst Du als gesellschaftlich besonders relevant hervor?
Seeger: Ich will Dir eine Geschichte erzählen. Stell dir eine Wippe vor. Und eine Seite der Wippe ist auf dem Boden, weil dort ein Korb, halbvoll mit Steinen, ist. Das andere Ende der Wippe ist hoch in der Luft. Dort ist ein Korb, ein Viertel voll mit Sand. Und einige von uns haben Teelöffel, und sie versuchen, mehr Sand in den Korb zu bringen. Die meisten lachen uns aus. „Ah,“ sagen sie, „Leute wie ihr haben es Jahrhunderte lang versucht. Aber es leckt aus dem Korb gerade so schnell wie ihr es hineintut.“ Nun, wir sagen: „Ihr mögt recht haben, aber wir denken ihr liegt falsch, weil wir ständig mehr Leute mit Teelöffeln bekommen. Und wir glauben, dass eines Tages der Korb so voller Sand sein wird, dass ihr die ganze Wippe in die andere Richtung gehen sehen werdet.“ Schwupp! Und Leute auf der ganzen Welt sagen: „Wie ist das so plötzlich passiert?“ Wir und all unsere kleinen Teelöffel über die Jahrhunderte hinweg werden vielleicht übersehn? Wer weiß, wer weiß. Jedenfalls glaube ich, dass du mit einem Teelöffel helfen kannst, egal wo du bist.
Frage: Nun gibt es doch eine ganz neue Generation von Singer-Songwritern in Deiner Tradition?
Seeger: Ja sicher, seit den frühen Sechzigern. Leute wie Bob Dylan und Phil Ochs, Tom Paxton, Joany Mitchell. Und zuerst duzende, und dann hunderte, und jetzt tausende. Ich sage immer, dass die Spitze einer Pyramide so hoch ist wie das Fundament breit ist. Wenn du also viele Leute hast, die Stücke schreiben, wird es einige gute Stücke geben. Zugegebenermaßen, vielleicht sind neunundneunzig von hundert Stücken es nicht wert, ein zweites Mal gesungen zu werden. Ich sage immer über meine eigene Arbeit, dass ich zwanzig Ideen für jedes Stück, das ich fertig stelle, kriege. Und ich erhalte zwanzig fertige Stücke für jedes Stück, das Wert ist, mehr als einmal gesungen zu werden. Aber über eine lange Lebenszeit hinweg und mit hunderten, sogar tausenden von Ideen, habe ich Glück gehabt, einige wenige duzend Stücke zu haben, von denen ich glaube, dass sie vielleicht von Leuten gesungen werden, nachdem ich tot bin. Nun, lass mich Euch danken, Diether und Manfred, dass ihr den ganzen Weg über den Ozean zu mir gekommen seid. Und ich glaube ihr könnt sehen, warum das eine sehr schwierige Zeit für mich ist. Mein Telefon klingelt alle fünf Minuten, die Post kommt, täglich in großen Bündeln. Und ich kriege zu viele Anrufe und es kommt doch immer so wenig dabei heraus.
Haider Beg, proud owner of Haider Inn. Built in 1972, it is perhaps the first hotel in Karimabad, Hunza in Northern Pakistan. This low-cost hotel is ideal for backpackers with a fantastic view of Hunza valley. As I was passing by he invited me in for a cup of tea: "Even if you have to drink tea a hundred times a day, you must!" Talking about the place he said, "I built this hotel with my own hands. I built another one down the road." There was a newspaper on the table. Taliban had killed 21 people in Helmand: "These !@#$ Taliban...what kind of people are these? It is all fault of the government." A Japanese tourist had sketched his portrait and of his orange jeep. He kept books in Japanese left behind by some of his guests. Throughout our conversation he kept giving me his blessings: "Zinda raho...khush raho (stay alive, stay happy)." Same to you Haider baba!
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Southwell, Ideal Cinema. A Cine-variety Theatre opened in 1932 and used for both live and screen entertainment until closure in February 1962. It had just under 600 seats and a proscenium width of 35 feet in front of a small stage. It became a theatrical lighting and scenery workshop and then later a factory which closed in 1989. Following this the auditorium and stage were demolished and replaced with housing, whilst the foyer and ballroom were converted to apartments with two shop units. The IDEAL lettering survives between the upper windows.
Southwell, Nottinghamshire, East Midlands, UK - Ideal Theatre, Westgate
September 2020
Ideal weather for it… 18 degrees C in mid-October. The Blakeney seals.
The full set is here:
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Saucy Walker (from sundayvisit)
Saucy only knows love and feels that it never ends. She brings light and joy to
those around her; she is part of a circlof love. Thus, though Saucy cannot yet put her thoughts into words, she feels:
"Love can make you happy
if you find someone who cares
To give a lifetime to you
and who has a love to share..."
**Saucy brings back such happy memories for me. Also, she is standing up all by herself, not leaning on anything! I'll have to take more pictures that show her walking.
*Song on the photo is "Love Can Make You Happy" by Mercy (1969)
This is the Ideal Insurance building on Moor Green Lane in Moseley (can also see it from Russell Road).
It's at 123 Moor Green Lane.
It was the home of Pitmaston. Other names include: The Ideal Benefit Society, Ideal Insurance Holdings Ltd.
It is a Grade II listed building.
Company Headquarters. 1930-31. Holland W. Hobbiss (1880-1970) for the Ideal Benefit Society. Brick with pantile hipped roofs. Wooden sash windows. Stone entrance porch, architraves to pair of secondary doors, and balustrade to angled towers. T-shaped plan in a restrained symmetrical Neo-Classical style.
Pitmaston, Moor Green Lane - British Listed Buildings
Recently it was used by the Church of Scientology (for the Birmingham headquarters), although I could see no sign of that use now.
Ideal Cement is located near Castle Hayne, NC--about 15 minutes outside Wilmington.
It's fenced and guarded. Cemex Company leases the silos on the original spur line, and another company used a portion of the plant. The maintenance shop, office, kiln bays, dust collection, and smokestack are completely abandoned.
The factory is made entirely of concrete. The office roof is a pre-stressd orthagonal anticlastic saddle
structure--the only one i've ever seen.
The site is on the superfund for mercury--leaching from the fire bricks used in the kilns.
The plant was used to film a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, and an episode of the purely fictional "reality series" "FEAR"--among others. The "FEAR" crew left live animals in cages to
starve to death in the plant.
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Free download of the entire Abode of Chaos' Opus IX (504 pages)
Secrets revealed of the Abode of Chaos (144 pages, adult only) >>>
"999" English version with English subtitles is available >>>
HD movie - scenario thierry Ehrmann - filmed by Etienne Perrone
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Découvrez gratuitement l’intégralité de l’Opus IX de la Demeure du Chaos (504 pages)
voir les secrets de la Demeure du Chaos avec 144 pages très étranges (adult only)
999 : visite initiatique au coeur de la Demeure du Chaos insufflée par l'Esprit de la Salamandre
Film HD d'Etienne PERRONE selon un scénario original de thierry Ehrmann.
courtesy of Organ Museum
©2014 www.AbodeofChaos.org
Dr Naveen Cavale, a specialist plastic reconstruction surgeon from Kings College Hospital, London, picured performing an operation in the Shifa Hospital, Gaza.
“I’m came to Gaza because this is where the need was”, says Naveen.
“On one night alone in July there were over 200 casualties, 70 of whom needed major surgery.
“There are a lot people here now who need reconstructive surgery and ongoing care. It’s good to be working with MAP and IDEALS to try and help some of them recover.”
“We’ve also been able to help the medical teams here.
“By being able to come back a number of times, by providing some training and some of the processes that we have in London, we’re helping to build capacity for the future”.
UK aid from the Department for International Development has funded teams of NHS doctors like Naveen to deploy to Gaza in conjunction with British charities Medical Aid for Palestinians (MAP) and IDEALS.
They're providing vital life-saving and life-improving surgery to some of the people who were most severely injured in the conflict last year. The doctors have been volunteering in their spare time to visit Gaza roughly once a month over the past eight months, helping to carry out complex operations and provide training to Palestinian colleagues.
Picture: Abbie Trayler-Smith/Panos for DFID
We've spent the last two months getting the exterior ready to paint and fixing other things as well. Here we're sanding the other side getting ready to paint. We used Hollandlac painted and brushed it on with a good brush. Spray painted the green with Rustoleum.
DDC "Ideal Setting"
Shyla thinks almost any setting is ideal for leaping but snow storms really bring out her leaping great spirit!
I had five “main” stops planned for Guangxi this week. The first two – Dragon’s Backbone Rice Terraces and Yangshuo – were fine…all I’d hoped for, even if the weather wasn’t the most ideal for photography. Can’t control the weather. My five days in northeast Guangxi having been spent, today would be a travel day to the opposite side of the province…to a very remote (and, by most people’s consideration) somewhat hard-to-access area.
I was headed for the western border of Guangxi province: Detian Waterfall. It’s called Ban Gioc Falls in Vietnamese. It’s on the border with Vietnam and I believe they say it’s the second-largest transnational fall in the world. (I actually think that’s a mistake, though; I know for certain that Iguazu in Brazil/Argentina/Paraguay is the largest…and Niagara certainly feels bigger than this.) However, second- or third-largest…I don’t care about that kind of designation. Since waterfalls are one of my favorite things to shoot, I was looking forward to getting here, even though I knew I would be giving up a LOT of time to spend less than two hours here.
Since today is all about riding around on buses, I’ll just comment on the scenery and general impressions of Guangxi’s landscape.
The bus out of Yangshuo left around 11:30 in the morning and was supposed to pull into Nanning (provincial capital, smack dab in the middle of the province geographically) 6 hours later. That made me feel a bit less optimistic about being able to make it out to Detian in one day. Some things aren’t in our control, though.
The ride across the northeast was pleasant enough. The karst landscape of Yangshuo gradually faded away after an hour or two, falling farther and farther into the distance. The only major city (that I remember) between Yangshuo and Nanning was Liuzhou. It’s a city I’d never heard of before, and I’ll just say it seemed larger than I expected and looked like it might have been nice. It was in a nice area, anyway, if you like an almost-tropical environment.
I was very glad to see that we were pulling into Nanning well under our six hours that everyone in Yangshuo told me. It was right around 4:15 when we pulled in to the Nanning bus station and the first thing I did was went straight to the ticket window to see about how to get to Detian.
According to Lonely Planet, there is one direct bus a day at 8:30 in the morning, or you have the option of taking a bus to Daxin (about 70 km, I think, south-southeast of Detian) at various times throughout the day and then transferring to Detian…somehow. The ticket lady confirmed that that was indeed the case, so I bought a ticket for the first available bus to Daxin…which happened to be leaving at 4:30.
Now, I’ll take a pause to write all the good things that I experienced the this time and the two subsequent times I passed through town this week: (wait for it…wait for it…) Ok. I’m done.
So, with my ten minutes in Nanning, I ran to KFC (not ideal, but at least I know how to order it, can identify it, and know that I’d get it in time to catch the bus), ate, and then ran to the bus. Goodbye, Nanning!
The road to Daxin was highway for the first hour, and pretty uneventful. Green, for certain. Trees abound as it’s almost-tropical. After we turned off the highway heading slightly northwest towards Baise, we took a two-lane road directly west towards Daxin. A few minutes off the highway, the landscape changed. Common woodlands gave way to banana farms.
These farms were massive. I had no idea China had a banana industry like this here, and I was impressed. It would’ve been a lot of fun to do some landscape photography here, but I had to settle for hoping for a few not-so-terrible pictures from a bus whipping by at 80-100 kph. Not ideal, but you do what you can.
About halfway down this road to Daxin, we had to switch from our double decker coach to a smaller bus. It seemed the road was closed or something, and the coach wouldn’t fit down the road where the detour was.
Past the detour, the banana farms thinned out, and the hills started encroaching. I enjoyed a pretty pastoral, pleasant sunset (not amazing, but…nice), and we finally reached Daxin well after dark. Though it was almost the longest day of the year, it was close to dark-as-night by 9:00 p.m. (You can thank China’s lack of having time zones for this.)
Daxin doesn’t happen to be a terribly big (or pleasant) town, so I was slightly concerned when the bus pulled in to the parking lot and there were no taxis or anything else around. I didn’t even see any hotels, though I’m certain they have some…and the bus station just happened to be away from the populated area.
There was one lonely car with one lonely man in the parking lot, and I rushed up to him before anyone else got to him – though nobody else seemed to be looking for public transportation – and asked if he would be willing to take me to Detian in his minivan. For 200 yuan (steep by Chinese standards, but reasonable by mine), he agreed to take me to Detian where, according to LP, there were plenty of cheap hotels right next to the waterfall.
We left Daxin around 8:30, and wound our way through the dark night (and reasonably unlit road) that wound its way from Daxin north to Detian, eventually paralleling the Vietnam border – though I couldn’t see it at night.
Finally, I’m guessing about 60 km later, and around 10:00, my road trip was done. Close to 10 hours, three buses, one minivan, and one taxi helped me get my way completely across Guangxi to the Vietnam border.
Slightly exhausted, but not too frazzled, I walked into one of the hotels listed in LP, asked for a room, and was set up with a perfectly clean and comfortable (if fairly Spartan) room on the third floor of another Whatever-Name Hotel with friendly staff of limited English skills. (This is completely typical in China.)
After getting settled in, I went out to find something to eat at one of the only two restaurants open at that hour and settled for a fairly mediocre plate of fanqie jidan for about 15 RMB. (That’s a Chinese dish…scrambled eggs and fried tomatoes, usually made with a pinch of sugar, and served over rice.)
After finishing most of my eggs, I paid, thanked the folks at the restaurant, and then went back to my room, falling into a deep sleep before starting the day at 7:00 the following morning.
Friday morning was one of the few days I had hoped for it to be cloudy. Any of us who like to shoot waterfalls understands how much harder it is to shoot them on a bright, sunny day. I was thrilled to wake up and see a completely overcast sky, and also that it was just a little misty/rainy. Nothing more than a drizzle.
I walked down to the waterfall ticket office, hoping that they were open before 8:00. To my delight, they were, and I paid my 80 RMB (at least I recall it being 80) and headed on up the way to the gate about 400 meters away.
This was fantastic. At that hour, I had free reign of the place, and hardly a soul to be found, except those working there (or vendors). I love the excitement and expectation of waterfalls…hearing them before you see them…and then trying to do them justice and have fun capturing them with different shutter speeds, polarizers, etc.
Before saying a word about the falls, I’ll apologize in advance for over-posting and posting so many similar shots of the falls. You’ll have to understand that, living in China for five years, I’ve been going through severe waterfall withdrawal (especially since I lived in Oregon from 2007-2009 where I was beyond spoiled by the excess of falls in that state).
Here at Detian, it was a typical cascade that was split in two (think Niagara Falls, but less distinctively so separate). The approach was down a small stairway a few hundred meters below the fall, then walking the river bank on the approach. There are a lot of bamboo rafts here, too, that later in the day turn the base of the falls into a virtual parking lot. At this hour, though, they were all tied up. I paid 5 RMB to go out for a less obstructed view of the falls from the base, about 100 meters away.
After that, I just tried to find a few different/interesting places to set up and shoot for nice angles and perspectives before heading away from the base and climbing the stars to the top level of the falls. After shooting the bas and mid-falls level, I climbed away from the falls and walked the upper road parallel to the river that headed back towards the karst landscape. I was in search of the 53rd Mere Stone.
This stone is the quirky oddity of this particular waterfall. On the Chinese side, there are stalls and more stalls selling souvenirs, local food, and so on. They eventually thin out, and you come to a little fork in the road that leads you to the 53rd Mere Stone. It’s the stone that marks the legal, recognized border between China and Vietnam and it’s the only point where you can legally cross into Vietnam without needing to get a visa. (There are no border guards, gates, or any other such thing.) The Vietnamese side was much like the Chinese side…but a bit dirtier, and poorer. Just a cluster of stalls, motorbikes, mud paths, and souvenirs, cigarettes, and all touristy things Vietnamese. (I had to ask to make sure I was in Vietnam, and they confirmed I was. So, “Ni hao” quickly became, “Xin chao!” With that, my Vietnamese was exhausted, but I was pleased. Hardly anyone spoke to me there, though, as they seemed shocked to see a large, white elephant man in their midst.) I was fascinated all the same.
After spending all of five or ten minutes in Vietnam (I still don’t know that I should count it as a country I’ve visited; I feel like I’m cheating if I do), I made my way back over to China, back past the falls on the upper road for a few last shots, and then out to the parking lot to figure out how to get to my next destination – Beihai – as soon as possible.
I sure was doing a lot of cross-province travel these two days, and today would be much more cumbersome than I imagined possible…