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Thank you 'whisperlite for the clarification!
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My boss has asked me to go in to the office today. He says he would like my assistance with something he found hard. He would like my input, well I think that’s what he means, he definitely said something about input
Thought this outfit looked professional
My boss has asked me to go in to the office today. He says he would like my assistance with something he found hard. He would like my input, well I think that’s what he means, he definitely said something about input
Thought this outfit looked professional
I am so close to him, that I have to back up against the wall to get the 3 feet away that I needed to be away to capture him at 50mm. I am not afraid, I am in awe, and he does not appear at all bothered by me. He is biding his time until he is ready for release. He has more room than just this entry area where he happened to be hanging out, and I got in and out because I didn't want to invade his space for long. It was a great experience, and he was beautiful! Hugs and thanks for checking out all these Sanctuary shots! I know, there are a lot of them, but there are more to come!! LOL!
It was my first trip to Save Our Seabirds in Sarasota, FL. www.saveourseabirds.org Wow! I am still reeling! I think it may be one of the most awe inspiring experiences of my life. I know, I’m a nerd, but I am utterly sincere. My husband Derrick went as well, so that made it all the more fabulous, sharing the experience.
Our new friend Lynn, the Certified Wildlife Rehabilitator and in my book Certified Sandhill Crane Wrangler, met us there. We got an inside look at this fantastic facility. I have to tell you, I was OVER THE TOP impressed with its cleanliness and their philosophy of operation. The absolute goal is re-entry into the wild, though of course there are some who can never go back. Lee Fox who operates the facility is one of the best people I have ever met. She showed us everything, and at every turn, she was feeding a bird. I felt like a child, as I saw so many things for the first time, and I loved Lee on sight!
Lee took us to some wood enclosures where baby and young screech owls were housed. To my surprise, she ushered me in and left me alone inside with them. I felt like I was stepping into the labyrinth, and I thought “Where will this take me, literally, emotionally, spiritually?” It was dark, and I could not, nor would not use my flash on dozing baby owls, of course. I didn’t start shooting for a couple of minutes. I was taking them all in. Some were in the shadows, some in dappled sunlight, some up at the top of the habitat, and all looking at me with their BIG pale eyes! It was like being in a house of Furbys! It was utterly surreal, and I am getting goose bumps just thinking about it. I cried…tears of joy when I came out their space.
Of course we also saw Sandhill Cranes, my personal connection to Lynn and Save Our Seabirds through Mama Cherry and her paperclip incident. The injuries are tough stuff to see my Flickr friends, and most of them happen on golf courses! Broken legs which often have to be amputated, head injuries, blindness, broken beaks…it is heart wrenching.
They make prosthetic legs for them, which helps, but have to be re-attached often. This prosthetic leg thing has had me puzzling ever since. This is going to be a long ongoing story, so step in if you dare!
I asked Lee, what she needed besides money and chicken? A joke because they go through so much chicken for the birds of prey it would blow your mind, and money being obvious!! She said she needs a computer, preferably a lap top so she can work on it at the sanctuary and at her home. She documents all of these birds, their injuries, their care and their outcome, and I think she does it all on paper, or on a PC so old that she can hardly open the internet!!! My wheels are turning, and I have a lot of ideas, but of course I welcome any input and ideas you all may have as well!
One of Lee’s most important messages is that if you hook a seabird when you’re fishing, “DON’T CUT THE LINE!!” Please to go their website for capture and removal information. You can do this, and if you do not, it is VERY likely they will experience grievous damage and most likely death.
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A tribute to Alberto Giacometti, the Swiss sculptor whose style of portraying human beings in a functional matchstick anatomy of tall thin figurines is still the rage for the avante garde sculptors all over. You could say that there is something funky, upbeat and artsy in extended torsos that goes well with the human eye.
Credit to Gerrygoal from Flickr for Giacometti inputs.
I remember some visits to Shantiniketan in Bengal where all the sculpture that I saw that day from the established Indian sculptors was totally inspired by Giacometti. Of course, they never did credit Giacometti as their inspiration. I remember having bought one elegant matchstick sized figurine which was out and out Giacometti style. I have no idea where that has disappeared now.(I hope to find the missing sculpture soon)
So here is a late dedication to Giacometti and his match-stickesque sculpture.
We can all look back and see the sculpture walk away !
Taken on May 30, 2010 at 6.39pm IST (edit)
Posted to Flickr August 24, 2010 at 9.24AM IST (edit)
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[...] The sky is eternity. And "sun, moon and five stars" are "the manifestation of the time, which imitate eternity and a number of law following turn, are the moving images of eternal being who is" alone and not the will obey. What we see with our senses, is not heaven, not the original eternal being itself, solely by God's Spirit West. If we "want to live in the light of eternity," therefore, we need to get into the spirit of God.
"Is that possible?" You might ask. But, it's not about the possibility of achieving this goal - but the need.
Otherwise we would not even be able to only this to our time-bound and living in days and nights, months and years, measured life.
What is needed, however, which must be possible.
If the eternal, refuses to manifest in the "Forms of Time", then left it to the forms of time but not helpless themselves
If the Eternal is the moving, changing, sentient forms of the time denied it burrow yet in them. [...]
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[…] Der Himmel ist die Ewigkeit. Und „Sonne, Mond und die fünf Sterne“ sind „die Erscheinungsformen der Zeit, welche die Ewigkeit nachahmen und einem Zahlengesetz folgend sich drehen“, sind die sich bewegende Abbilder des ewigen Wesens, das allein „ist“ und nicht dem Werden gehorchend. Was wir mit unseren Sinnen sehen, ist nicht der Himmel, nicht das ursprüngliche ewigen Wesens selbst, das allein Gottes Geist durchwest. Wenn wir daher „ im Licht der Ewigkeit leben wollen“, müssen wir in Gottes Geist eindringen.
„Ist das möglich?“ könnte man fragen. Allein, es geht nicht um die Möglichkeit, dieses Ziel zu erreichen – sondern um die Notwendigkeit.
Andernfalls wären wir nicht einmal in der Lage, auch nur dieses unser an die Zeit gebundenes und nach Tagen und Nächten, Monaten und Jahren gemessenes Leben zu leben.
Was aber notwendig ist, das muss möglich sein.
Wenn das Ewige, sich weigert, sich in den „Formen der Zeit“ zu manifestieren, dann überließe es die Formen der Zeit dennoch nicht hilflos sich selbst.
Wenn sich das Ewige sich den bewegten, wechselnden, fühlenden Formen der Zeit verweigert, so verbärge es sich dennoch in ihnen. […]
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Source: D.T. Suzuki, „Der westliche und der östliche Weg“ (The Western and Eastern Weg),
Chapter: „Leben im Licht der Ewigkeit“ (Living in the Light of Eternity)
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|| Wikipedia: D. T. Suzuki || Plato ||
Don't let his adorable face deceive you, this young man has more input in the fashion industry than most young people his age. Stylist and art director, he also started fashion blogging to gain the public's perspective when it comes to all things fashion. Joshua will serve as the social media corespondent for this cycle.
" Get it right, the people love you, get it wrong?...well, wait and see" Josh
Mixture of portraits and hanging out shots with the wife while on vacation in Vegas! Feel free to leave input.
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Sometimes I feel as I'm hoarding input, input, input... like a hamster. Even if my head is already full of ideas, I'm collecting more and more ideas. I've got so many ideas in my brain... and than I'm thinking and thinking and thinking... "Where should I begin? Which idea should I realize first, which idea I should give up? " ...and than I bring off such a small output. Like hamster droppings. (If I compare the output with the huge ideas pool in my head).
Route 77 has been pushed out of Merton Garage by the gain of route 57 and, since Saturday, it has been operated from Stockwell Garage. Stockwell has had its hands on the route before, and used to share an allocation with Merton, but the last time it had any input on it was back in 1987. A long run of Merton operation has now come to an end, that garage having had a continuous operation on the route since 1934. To be honest, Stockwell is as close to the route as Merton and, in a more central location, probably makes it more efficient to operate.
I'm quite surprised by some of vehicles transferred with the route - Four Enviro 400's, E277-280, not so much, but the PVL's that make up the remainder yes. I believed the PVL's at Merton were allocated to routes 270 and 280 officially and I expected E's from the batch that were previously operated on route 24 to make the move back to Stockwell. They don't appear to have been re-blinded so they are likely to stay pretty routebound for the time being.
One of the transferred batch, PVL417, is seen here in Albert Embankment approaching Lambeth Bridge. This bus was new to New Cross for route 36.
==Arkham Asylum==
"Is it done?" Crane pried, leaning forward to examine the collection of monitors on the wall.
"Juuuust finishing rendering, I'm setting it to run on auto. If you think you can handle that," Billings teased Cobb, as he inputted a final command into his keyboard.
"I can handle it," Cobb crackled back irritably, clearly insulted by Billings' insinuation.
Billings shrugged dispassionately, and took a glug from his flask, beer dripping down his chin. Since Thawne returned, he was drinking even more than usual. "Hey, I never asked!" he burped out suddenly. "What's the one thing you guys want most?"
The response was a resounding groan from the rest of the room.
"C'mon, it's topical. You, Zoom?"
Zolomon, looked off into the distance; he would keep his fantasy to himself, yet even so, Crane could discern a slight change in his demeanour.
"Forget it," a less perceptive Billings groaned. "Hayden?"
"Ooh!” Hayden clapped his hands together with delight. “A world to conquer! Billions of playthings to control!" he jumped up and down giddily. "Just like the Monitor promised. He promised, you know! Oh, so long ago... But he's gone. He's gone and I'm still waiting."
"Well, I don't know about any monitor, but it's a strong start," Billings smiled. "Crane?"
Scarecrow paused. "What do I want most?" he repeated, a thin, nostalgic smile breaking across his scarred face. "Leek and potato soup."
"What?" Billings frowned, his excitement dissipating like the steam from one of Crane’s broths.
"A warm bowl of leek and potato soup," Crane whispered longingly, practically salivating. "Funny where the mind wanders, no? I am not a sentimental person by any measure, and yet... I find myself fantasising not of a world torn apart by terror, nor of a working body... But of my mother's humble, homemade broth, a slight comfort from the wretched hell that was my childhood. And what of yourself?"
Billings chuckled. "Easy. I want my leg back. I want to walk without limping. I... I want Best Picture. Sims: you and I could partner up, do some real arthouse shit, A24, the works; tits, gore, close ups of flowers... And when those accolades come flooding in, I want someone to share it with. I want... I want a mouth around my cock. One of those pretty broads, from Hollywood. But the classy kind, not those new-age sl-ts. Now, Walker's wife, she was a knockout."
"Oh, yes, we liked Mrs Moth..." the King giggled, his tail wriggling between his legs. "But what of Selina Kyle?" the creature pried.
"Wayne's girl? I guess. Nice ass, but the short hair's a turn-off. I like my women to look like women, you know?"
The King didn't like that; a quiet hiss escaped his saliva-drenched lips, but went unnoticed by Billings.
"How about you, Sims?" Billings pressed on.
Sims laced his hands together as he contemplated his response. "Do you remember the day Superman died?" he asked at last.
"Well, of course, everyone fucking does."
Sims’ glass-like eyes narrowed. "Exactly. When that Doomsday monster murdered Superman one of the photographers from the Planet, Olsen, snuck in quick, got the money shot. And what a shot it was; a tattered cape hanging from a piece of twisted metal like a flag; Lane, tear stricken, clutching his battered body. I don't think there's a single person on the planet who hasn't seen that photo.
And it was taken by a child.
It was everywhere. On every paper, on every website. That is what I want. I want to be there when Batman dies. Someone else can shoot him. Stab him. Choke him. But I want to be the one to take that picture."
"Cobb?"
The hologram flickered. "Aside from the obvious? I want you to stop downloading porn on my servers. Tall ask."
==Butchinsky's==
While the rest of The Misfits drowned their sorrows in unrefrigerated spirits, Chuck, Ten, Bridget, Kuttler and Needham had set up shop in Len’s office. While Ten finished unfurrowing blueprints of Arkham Island, Needham wandered off, distracted by a framed class photo hanging above a metal safe. He wiped the dust-covered glass with his thumb and frowned. "Huh. Didn't know Fiasco went to middle school with Bruce Wayne," he spoke, noticing a skinny blond boy shooting daggers at a dark-haired student two rows in front of him.
"Are you kidding? He never shut up about it," Chuck smiled nostalgically.
"Really?" Ten frowned. "He always struck me as pretty reserved. Closed off, even."
"Then you never saw him with a shotgun," Needham turned his head back.
"Len's a good man, honest. He just... holds a few grudges. Anyway, it was just for a year or two, before Wayne left for soul searching or whatever he did abroad."
"A man like that, I can hazard a guess," Bridget shivered.
“Wayne isn't so bad," Ten vouched for him. "He gave me a job at Wayne Enterprises once I got out of Blackgate, gave me these prosthetics… He even donated money to Joey and I's start-up."
Kuttler shot Needham a glance. "They don't know?" he whispered.
"No, and he'd rather we kept it that way."
Kuttler rolled his eyes, slumping back in his chair in annoyed resignation.
"Eric, you were on Arkham Island, did you learn anything when you were down there?" Chuck asked, unaware of the duo’s hushed exchange.
"Nothing of value," Needham replied discouragingly, gesturing to the forest on the maps. "They have King of Cats on patrol, cameras everywhere… Bats figured Spellbinder has cast an illusion across the entire island. We'd be going in blind. Can't say I like our odds,” he spoke candidly.
"Yes, I recognise the energy signature… Hmm, he’s not been capable of something on this scale before; that must be Cobb’s doing. It’s going to be tricky to disable, I know of only one other who could…” Kuttler presumed. “I should be able to access the bunker, that uses Lexcorp security, it was always cheaper than Luthor let on… Do you have any idea how to access the Asylum?”
"Well, full-frontal would-be suicide," Bridget stated. "What about the beach?"
“S’possible, if we had someone drawing their fire,” Needham answered.
"Well, I could maybe get onto the rooftop, access Intensive Treatment from there. Assuming that's where they're keeping them. Otis can take a team into the sewers… Just need them focused on the courtyards. Draw them out. Knock them out," Chuck smirked.
“Hah,” Ten laughed dryly, twirling a lock of greying hair. “You make it sound easy.”
~-~
"What're you doing back there?" Blake inquired, sipping from a warm bottle of beer, and peering over the counter.
Joey turned off the blow torch and lowered his goggles. "Back at Gotham General, Carson took down Suit with some kind of Fire-Sword-"
"It was a lightsaber, Rig. Let's call it as it is," Gar interrupted, taking time away from watching the door as he waited for Jenna.
"Lightsaber, fine," Joey smiled slightly. "Carson might not be going anywhere, but with what we know about the other Outcasts, we need every advantage we can get. I'm just trying to see if I can reverse engineer a fire- uh, lightsaber of my own," he explained to the pair, as he continued to weld together his weapon.
"Keep working at it," Gar nodded curtly, as he patted him on the back, then turned his attention back to the bar floor; The front door opened with a creak and Jenna entered the bar. And, to Gar's surprise (and his chagrin), she was not alone:
"What’s she doing here?" Gar frowned, watching as Volcana entered, a child-filled papoose around her chest.
"She insisted," Jenna rolled her eyes, as the two embraced in a hug that was all too short.
Clair raised baby Josie above her head and planted her in Gar's arms, a delighted "Dada" escaping the child's lips, as she wriggled around and cooed.
"Dude... is that baby fucking flammable?" Sharpe asked, as a fiery snot bubble escaped Josie's chubby nose.
"Most are," Flannegan responded dryly; he was standing by a dusty pool table; breaking up the neat triangle of pool balls with the chalked-up base of his staff for dramatic effect.
"Jenna, dear, listen. I make a margarita that is to die for," Clair declared to a bewildered Duffy, as she parted the saloon doors and disappeared behind the bar, unearthing two cocktail glasses and a metal shaker. Blake's eyes followed her as she bent over, a sudden flash in his brown eyes.
"Really?" Gar growled disapprovingly at him.
"Hey, it's been a hot minute. Don't be greedy, Lynns," he lectured him on dubious moral grounds.
Gar rolled his eyes, swallowing his retort. "Clair, this is serious-" he called out over the distracting sound of bottles clinking against one another as his ex searched the cupboards for garnishes, but it was no use.
"So am I," she replied airily. "Now where does that Pencil keep the salt?" she scowled.
Gar let out an exasperated sigh, his eyes meeting Jenna's as he sought understanding. “Beside the rat poison," he relented tiredly.
"Fuckin’ savage," Flannegan muttered disdainfully, moving his staff away from the pool table so that Mayo could have a turn. The Condiment King eagerly jabbed the cue forwards; the white ball shot off the table and, gaining momentum, crashed through the window.
“WHO FUCKING THREW THAT?”
The front door swung open for the second time in five minutes, as Doctor Gaige stormed forward, a white pool ball in his hand; he was joined by a dour looking Axel, a tearful Kitten, and Simon, who was holding Cammy on his shoulders; the youngest of the Gaige-Walkers playfully tugging on the antennae on his purple helmet.
"Heyo, Doc, you sure you can bring them in here? Aren't they a little young?" Sharpe teased.
Gaige and Axel stuck their middle fingers out in unison.
“Funny,” Axel scowled.
“Your balls drop yet?” Gaige queried.
"Josie!" Cammy pointed excitedly from atop Simon's shoulders. Simon smiled, and lowered his younger brother to the ground, letting him toddle along the wooden floor towards Gar’s child.
"Cam-Cam!" Josie squealed back as she tried to wrestle herself from her father’s grip, clapping her chubby fists together.
"Well? Where is he? Where is that self-righteous, self-serious Furry-Fetish Fuckwit?" Gaige demanded.
"He's gone."
Gaige tilted his head towards Needham; the meeting in Len’s office now adjourned. "What?"
"He took a hit in the precinct, and he's out of action."
"That inconsiderate bastard!" Gaige roared, throwing the pool ball out the other window.
“Wait, we’re not doing this without the Bat, are we?” Blake gasped, flecks of beer foam in his orange beard.
“We’ve done plenty without the Bat,” Gar responded.
“Yeah, heists. And guess what, he managed to kick our asses every time!” Blake panicked. "Look, it doesn't matter if we beat the clown, if we even can. If we lose Killer, it's a phallic victory at best," he declared despondently.
"You're doing that intentionally," Kuttler spoke, massaging his temples.
"Doing what?"
Sharpe chugged his fifth pint and beamed. The Misfits, the Gaige-Walkers, Jenna, and Needham all groaned, fearing the worst. "I'm with Lynns. Listen, y'all know I'm no big fan of Moth's. He hung me out to dry while you all went scouting for college chicks-"
"That's not what happened-" Ten protested.
"That's exactly what happened," Blake testified.
"Doesn't matter! Look, we all have our talents; Ten, you provide sagely wisdom, Gar sets things on fire and is sad about it; Rigger sets things on fire with impressive enthusiasm. Blake is a stellar one-on-one combatant, (and a less than stellar ladies' man, let's be honest, Tom) while I literally have plot on my side. Now, Moth, Moth is a born leader, that’s why we need him! And Chuck was born to lead whenever he falls into a depressive state. You, Calculator, you do something with computers, right? Bridget gave us a lovely marketable redemption arc. And Needham? Oh, Needham knows where to get all the best drugs; downside is, he's also killed most of the suppliers. Jenna is a woman, and that's great! We need more of those! Speaking of more of those, Volcana-"
"Leave me out of this, Texas Toast,” Clair warned, her margarita glass burning in her grip.
"Kay! Otis has a bunch of skills that I don't really wanna look into, but they exist! Doc, you make animal cruelty a loveable quirk! We are all valuable, and there isn't anything that can stop us if we can put our minds to it."
"Oh, and Mayo. Forgot about him," Sharpe added apologetically.
"So did I!" Mitch replied, toasting Sharpe's speech with a can of Cream Soda.
“Still, it’s not going to be easy. We’ll need nothing short of an army to storm Arkham,” Chuck declared.
“Hhn. Is that all? I can get you an army,” Gaige growled assertively.
"Ooh, and I could ask Fang!" Kitten squealed delightedly.
The Misfits stared back blankly. Chuck looked at their resident database, Kuttler, who shrugged.
"Uh... My boyfriend? Fang?" Kitten twirled a lock of long blonde hair.
"I, uh, appreciate the enthusiasm, Kitten. But we can't ask a boy to fight for us... We need powerhouses,” Chuck replied.
"But he-"
"-Deserves to spend the rest of his life with you, I'm sure,” he smiled, placing a supportive, if not a little dismissive, hand on her shoulder.
"Which for him is one to two years," Axel muttered.
"Are we really doing this?" Joey asked. "Fighting a speedster, the Psycho Pirate, Joker?"
Chuck looked around the room, at the faces waiting expectantly. "Hell yeah."
~-~
Simon entered the bathroom; he flicked water into his dry eyes, he rubbed his eyelids, he looked up at the mirror, and then-?
And then he jumped back.
In his reflection, was a man dressed in yellow, red eyes boring through Simon’s petrified figure. Simon spun around, praying it was the sleep deprivation.
It wasn’t.
"If you try to tell anyone I'm here, I'll slaughter all of them before you can finish the first syllable. Do you understand?"
"How- How are you-?" the boy choked.
"Don't speak. Just nod."
It took everything in Simon’s power not to run. To scream. To hide. But he was restrained by the thought of what Eobard Thawne might do to his family if he refused him. So, he swallowed his fear and met his request with a rigid nod.
"Good,” Thawne smiled with that sadistic, condescending smile that had haunted Simon for over five years. “You have questions, naturally, that's understandable. Let me catch you up to speed: The last time you saw me, you were going back in time, to undo Chronos and the Pike girl's little 'mess.' Well done, by the way, I see things are mostly back to normal... Now, the last time I saw you, you were choking to death on your own blood.”
Simon stared back with unblinking eyes and Thawne yawned.
“Time Travel; it's a difficult concept to wrap your head around, if you're a novice... Oh, what's the matter, Simon? Life flashing before your eyes?"
"You're- You're with the Outcasts?” he spoke at last, each word a challenge as they fought their way past the lump in his throat. “This- this was all you?"
Thawne let out a cold, mirthless chuckle as he approached. His hand lingered on Simon’s chest, mere inches from where he’d once plunged his hand, his smile growing broader as he felt the boy tremble. "Oh, please, I'm not responsible for every bad day in your life. You're not The Flash. The clown has his agenda, I have mine. Consider this a... ‘notice’ on the eve of war."
His hand retreated from Simon’s person, as his body coursed with red lightning.
"Wait!" Simon pleaded. He couldn’t let him go, not without asking him.
Thawne tried to hide his annoyance. Poorly. "Yes?" he asked.
"Where you come from, whatever that original timeline was... Was this always supposed to happen?"
Thawne exhaled. "Why should it matter?"
"Because... I need to know if..."
"If your stepmother was always fated to die?"
Thawne zoomed behind him, and Simon's stomach lurched. "No, more than that..." he smiled, piecing together Simon's motives. "You want to know if it's your fault."
Simon nodded, avoiding eye contact.
He chuckled coldly. "Well, I'm sorry to say you severely overestimate my knowledge of your family, and my interest… But I shall tell you this, in my timeline? Before Chronos shattered it, and you tried to patch it up with sticky tape and chewing gum?
The Arkham Project never got off the ground."
A flash of lightning and Thawne was gone, but not without leaving a lingering, grinning afterimage in his wake. A final taunt to the boy he’d killed.
==Gotham Warehouse District==
The site of Drury’s first Mothcave
Joey christened his new firesword by using its blade to melt through the lock to the warehouse, leading the group into an abandoned loading bay. Jenna took point, kneeling beside a metal hatch and opening her toolbox. She retrieved her favourite power drill and unscrewed the set of four bolts. Next, Gar leaned in, helping her lift the heavy hatch aside. Taking the lead, Chuck grasped the end of his torch and walked down the steps, uncovering a sparse basement below. He ripped a sheet down and revealed a large mirror. He looked to Axel for confirmation, then chapped rhythmically on the glass. At first, nothing happened, then a dishevelled looking man with scruffy orange hair stuck his head out of the mirror. "Aye?" he slurred, evidently hungover.
"Drury's been taken."
"Well dinnae just stand there!" the Scottish man commanded, pulling Chuck through the portal, and re-emerging in a bar in Keystone City. As the Misfits took turns stepping through the mirror, Chuck caught the bar’s costumed inhabitants up to speed.
“Yeah, Zoom’s a tough bastard,” Mick Rory nodded, downing a shot of whiskey. “So, unless you lot are carrying secret speedster powers, you’ve no chance.”
"Not alone no, but that’s why we're assembling a crack team," Joey proclaimed, his cheeks red.
"Och, did somebody say crack?" McCulloch asked, rubbing his running nose.
The Misfits stared back uncomfortably.
"Ach, ahm just joshing ya,” McCulloch chortled. “But seriously, if ya do ha' any crack, best ye keep it ta yerselves. Ahm tryna get clean."
Before the Misfits could offer their support of his sobriety, a blonde woman entered the room, pausing as her amber eyes met Chuck’s. Rory growled protectively.
McCulloch grinned. "Och, aye. Lis', this is Chuckie Broon. He's one a' Axel’s dad's pals. Fae tha Misfits"
The blonde woman, Lisa, waved back politely, then left the way she came. Rory rose from his stool and followed her out.
"You'll have ta forgive Rory,” McCulloch apologised. “He thinks yer aw fookin’ mental. No' me? I ken yer aw fookin' mental. Wit do yous have in mind?"
Jenna smirked. "We know a couple guys."
~-~
"Fame, and fortune?" Paul Booker asked, lowering his pint, wiping away the thick layer of beer foam with the back of his hand. "Sure! Why not!"
"But Big Sir has lots of fame and fortune, Mr Major,” the enormous man beside him cooed.
"And some of us have a triple mortgage and a boat to pay off!” Booker snapped back.
"Big Sir told you that was a bad investment,” Ratchett replied sternly.
"Like I'm gonna take financial advice from a gopher that can't count to ten! This- This pays, don't it?" Booker’s eyes squinted at Jenna.
==The Broken Arrow. Star City==
“-And that’s why we’ll beat Green Arrow once and for all!” the Pinball Wizard proclaimed, making his speech from atop an overturned wine crate.
William Tockman sighed as his back pocket began vibrating; he removed his clock-like helmet and picked up his phone. "Clocko, it's Maj. Got another job for you," a familiar voice called out.
Clock King looked over at Scimitar, now picking his nose, and Rainbow Archer, in a perpetual state of swallowing saliva and, putting the phone away from his mouth, muttered quietly "Thank God."
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For our Camera Club October project: Birds (Preferably In Flight).
Latin Name: Streptopelia decaocto - Collared Dove
The Eurasian collared dove is a dove species native to Europe and Asia, which has been introduced to North America. Because of its vast global range and increasing population trend, it has been listed as Least Concern on the IUCN Red List since 2014. It is also called collared dove, and spelled Eurasian collared-dove.
It is a medium-sized dove, distinctly smaller than the wood pigeon, similar in length to a rock pigeon but slimmer and longer-tailed, and slightly larger than the related turtle dove, with an average length of 32 cm (13 in) from tip of beak to tip of tail, with a wingspan of 47–55 cm (19–22 in), and a weight of 125–240 g (4.4–8.5 oz). It is grey-buff to pinkish-grey overall, a little darker above than below, with a blue-grey under wing patch. The tail feathers are grey-buff above, and dark grey tipped white below; the outer tail feathers also tipped whitish above. It has a black half-collar edged with white on its nape from which it gets its name. The short legs are red and the bill is black. The iris is red, but from a distance the eyes appear to be black, as the pupil is relatively large and only a narrow rim of reddish-brown iris can be seen around the black pupil. The eye is surrounded by a small area of bare skin, which is either white or yellow. The two sexes are virtually indistinguishable; juveniles differ in having a poorly developed collar, and a brown iris.
Taken in our garden through our open study window. It wasn't until I downloaded it onto my computer that I realised that the open window frame had compromised the photograph, but I like the effect that it had made without any input on my part. I then decided that I would upload the photograph to my Flickr stream and include it in my submissions to the Camera Club.
Taken with my Canon EOS 7D Mark II and Canon Telephoto Zoom 100-400mm f/4.5-5.6L IS USM EF Lens and framed in Photoshop.
1. feel the pleasure
2. rearrange
3. send back out
(I don't have photoshop yet, so all manipulations are done using microsoft picture manager, pixeasy and similar programs. after that there's manual retouching using different kinds of paper and sometimes watercolor or pencil)
My third One Piece character in BrickHeadz form, after Luffy and Zoro.
Since Franky is much bigger than the other members of the Straw Hat Pirates, I've built his body bigger than the usual 4x4 template used for regular BrickHeadz characters (thanks to Ignika for his input).
Like Luffy and Zoro, I used his post-timeskip design, but with his pre-timeskip hairstyle, which is more iconic and makes the character more recognizable. He's usually bald, but he's a cyborg, and one of his abilities is to change his haristyle at will by pressing his nose, so I gave him his classic hairstyle, which he did sport briefly towards the end of the Punk Hazard arc.
You can see him in 3D on Mecabricks.
Female. Inyo Co., CA, USA.
I know little about the Odonata and appreciate any input into ID and sex of the insects in my images.
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The Nepalese Peace Pagoda complemented the Nepalese Pavilion at the World Exposition 1988 (Expo 88), held at Southbank in Brisbane. The square, three-level replica of a traditional Nepalese temple is built of hand-carved wood, and has a double-tiered roof of brass with brass trimmings. It proved popular with the crowds who attended Expo 88, and the Peace Pagoda is the last international exhibit remaining on the Expo 88 site. It was originally sited near the Vulture Street entrance to Expo 88. In 1991 it was moved to its current location, amongst the rainforest near the northern riverbank entrance to the Southbank Parklands.
World Expositions (or Exhibitions) become increasingly popular after the 1851 Great Exhibition in London, but their frequency, and the standard of their facilities, was not regulated until after the 1928 Paris Convention on International Expositions. The Bureau International des Expositions (BIE) was established in 1931 to administer the Convention. Under BIE rules there are two types of international exposition: the Universal/Category A/General Exposition, and the International/Category B/Special Exposition. The former involves broad themes, and participants design their own pavilions from the ground up, based on the theme.
The International Exposition, which has a narrower theme, is much cheaper to host, and is usually limited to one branch of human endeavour. Participants rent prefabricated pavilions from the host country's committee. Brisbane's Expo 88 was an International Exposition, with the theme "Leisure in the Age of Technology". Most of the structures built on exposition sites are intended to be temporary, but some sites have become parks, incorporating surviving exposition elements, including the sites of Montreal 1967, Seville 1992, Taejon 1993, and Lisbon 1998. Some structures have gone on to become landmarks in their own right, such as the Royal Exhibition Building (Melbourne 1880), the Eiffel Tower (Paris 1889), and the Space Needle (Seattle 1962).
The first bid to bring an exposition to Brisbane in 1988 began with James Maccormick , the architect who had designed the Australian pavilions at Montreal 1967, Osaka 1970, and Spokane 1974. The Brisbane Chamber of Commerce was converted to the idea, and lobbied the Queensland State Government during 1977. However, the Queensland Government was worried about the cost of a Universal Exposition, and was preoccupied with its bid for the 1982 Commonwealth Games. A second Queensland bid was made in 1981. The Australian Bicentennial Authority (ABA), under John Reid, wanted an Universal Exposition in Australia as part of Bicentennial in 1988, and the Federal Government was prepared to fund half of the cost of an exposition in Melbourne or Sydney. However, when these states turned the offer down in January 1981, Reid approached the Queensland Government with a proposal for a cheaper International Exposition. In late 1981 the State Cabinet funded a study that identified South Brisbane as the preferred site. The State Cabinet approved the study on 5 November 1981, on the condition that the Federal Government share the capital costs, but Prime Minister Malcolm Fraser rejected this notion in December 1981.
Queensland made two more attempts in 1982 for an International Exposition. Frank Moore, Chairman of the Queensland Tourist and Travel Corporation (QTTC), believed that private enterprise could fund the exposition, and that it would benefit Queensland's tourism. Queensland's Premier Joh Bjelke-Petersen asked Prime Minister Fraser to get the BIE to keep a slot open for Brisbane in 1988. Fraser was willing to support this proposal, so long as there was no Federal financial commitment. However, Queensland private enterprise was not forthcoming, and Bjelke-Petersen withdrew the proposal in April 1982. November of 1982 witnessed a renewed bid by the State Government. The State would lend money to a statutory authority, which would be tasked with buying and developing the land, and managing the exposition. Brisbane's application was sent to the December 1982 meeting of the BIE in Paris, and was approved in June 1983.
The Brisbane Exposition and South Bank Redevelopment Authority (BESBRA) was established in February 1984 by an Act of the Queensland Parliament. BESBRA was soon referred to in the media as the Expo 88 Authority, or the Expo Authority. Sir Llewellyn Edwards, the Deputy Premier, was appointed as Chairman. In April 1984 the Expo 88 Authority's general manager, Bob Minnikin, claimed that Expo 88 would require $180 million to produce, including resumptions and development, and $90 million to run. It was hoped that gate takings and sponsorship would cover the running costs, and that the development cost would be recouped through selling off the site after Expo 88. Only 13 hectares of the Expo 88 site was private land, with the remainder of the 40 hectares belonging to either the State Government or the Brisbane City Council. Nonetheless, the last resumption did not occur until October 1984, as the owner of the heritage-listed residence 'Collins Place' fought a running legal battle with the Expo 88 Authority.
Grey and Stanley Streets were closed to traffic in July 1985, and demolition work began. Construction of the pavilions started in January 1986. The concept of the Expo 88 architects, Bligh Maccormick 88, included eight large shade-canopies, to protect the public from the Queensland sun. Landscaping began in March 1987, and the Monorail, which would circle the site on a 2.3 kilometre long track, was commissioned in June of that year. By January 1988, $90 million of the $136.8 million construction budget had been spent, and 7.8 million visitors were expected.
During 1987 developers had been asked to present their proposals for Southbank's redevelopment after Expo 88. In February 1988 the State Government announced that the redevelopment plan of the River City 2000 Consortium had been accepted. The Consortium, headed by Sir Frank Moore of the QTTC, had visions of a World Trade Centre on an island, and a casino. However, by early 1988 there was a growing call in the media for more of the site to be turned into public parkland. During March and April 1988 the National Trust protested the River City 2000 Consortium's scheme to move Collins Place, the Plough Inn, and the Allgas Building, three heritage listed buildings, to a historic village. Premier Mike Ahern eventually gave reassurances that this would not happen.
Expo 88 ran for seven days a week, between the hours of 10am-10pm, for six months. Between its opening on 30 April, attended by Queen Elizabeth II, and 30 October 1988, the Expo attracted 15,760,447 visitors, the majority of these being Australians. Most of the international visitors were Japanese, but 100,000 came from the United Kingdom and Europe, with 150,000 visitors from the United States. A total of 36 nations, two international organisations, 14 state and regional governments, and 34 corporations had exhibits.
The pavilions were mostly plain, modular, and temporary. However, the Nepalese Peace Pagoda is a distinctive building, and was easily noticed as the public came through the Vulture Street entrance to Expo 88. The Association to Preserve Asian Culture (APAC) commissioned the Peace Pagoda, which was built by 160 craftsmen of the Kathmandu Valley over two years, before being assembled in Brisbane. It is one of only three such temples outside Nepal, the others being at Munich and Osaka. Nepal has a long history of intricate woodcarving on buildings, and the Peace Pagoda was an attempt to showcase this skill to the world. The two small timber pavilions in front of the Peace Pagoda sold yoghurt lati, samosas, orange juice and lemon tea. Artisans demonstrated their crafts inside the ground floor of the Pagoda, and people could drink their tea and watch the Expo crowds from the teahouse on the first floor. The nearby Nepalese pavilion showcased traditional costumes, climbing dress, photographs, and artefacts.
Expo 88 was a turning point for Queensland's culture and economy, especially in Brisbane. On 30 May 1983 Joh Bjelke-Petersen had noted that if Brisbane's bid were successful, it would focus the world's spotlight on Queensland. Sir Frank Moore believed that the key to developing a major tourist industry in Queensland was a series of hallmark events, including the 1982 Commonwealth Games, which would focus attention on Queensland far better than any advertising campaign. Expo 88 was also intended to start Brisbane on a modernisation process, and towards becoming a 'global' city. The urban renewal of South Brisbane was just one aspect. In April 1984 Sir Llew stated that Queensland would never be the same again after Expo 88, and Brisbane would develop an image as a centre of trade, culture and entertainment. In April 1988 the Courier Mail claimed that Expo 88 was "bridging the yawning gap from a hayseed State to an urbane, international future". Sir Llew also claimed in April 1988 that the aim was for Expo 88 to be a catalyst for a change in lifestyle. Queenslanders had experienced extended opening hours and outdoor café dining, and had liked it.
While the crowds enjoyed Expo 88, controversy continued regarding future plans for the site. There were calls for more public input on redevelopment plans. About 4.5 hectares of land between Stanley Street and the river belonged to the Brisbane City Council (BCC), as Clem Jones Park, and had been lent to the Expo 88 Authority. In June 1988 it was decided to restore this land as parkland, and the River City 2000 Consortium lost its Preferred Developer status.
Government plans for a South Bank Development Corporation were announced, and in July 1988 an interim committee, headed by Sir Llew, was formed to oversee redevelopment. Sir Llew noted in October 1988 that more public funding was necessary to increase the parkland component of the new Southbank, as the land had been earmarked for development to repay for the cost of Expo 88. The draft redevelopment plans released in November 1988 included 12 hectares of parkland. Public submissions on the plan suggested that people wanted to be able to return to the Expo 88 site, to a public facility that had a similar combination of food, art and nature.
At the end of Expo 88, the APAC had planned to sell the Nepalese Peace Pagoda, and it appeared likely that it would be moved to Japan. However, 90,000 people had signed a petition during Expo 88 to keep the Peace Pagoda in Brisbane, and in late 1988 the BCC offered to provide land for the Peace Pagoda, if the Federal Government would pay for its cost and maintenance. A "Save the Pagoda Campaign" was active by February 1989. Public donations eventually totalled $52,000, with $30,000 coming from one couple, who wanted to "give Brisbane something to remember from Expo 88". The BCC provided $50,000, and the Federal Government supplied $100,000. "The Friends of the Pagoda Committee" also raised funds to buy several items that had complemented the Peace Pagoda, including a brass statue of the deity of compassion, a bronze bell and carved stone frame, and a stone lingam.
The Southbank Development Corporation was set up February 1989, with Vic Pullar as the Chairman. Approximately $200 million had been spent on developing the Expo site, and this money had to be recouped. The South Bank Corporation Act was passed in May 1989, and the former Clem Jones Park area was transferred to the Southbank Corporation, which was tasked with managing a new parkland precinct. In June 1989 submissions were sought from five architectural firms, and in August the "Media Five" concept of a mixed residential, commercial, and parkland development was chosen. Under Media Five's plans, the Peace Pagoda would be moved to the northern part of the parklands. The Media Five Chairman, Desmond Brooks, also suggested that Collins Place, the Plough Inn and the Allgas Building be removed to a historic village, but Vic Pullar rejected this idea. However, when the Southbank Corporation's Draft Development Plan was released in November 1989, it proposed to only keep the facades of the historic buildings. After protests by the National Trust, the State Government overruled the Southbank Corporation.
The proposed redevelopment included a waterway through the park, and a large lagoon, which was later downsized. In March 1990 the Final Plan was presented, after public submissions, and site redevelopment started in July 1990. The official Southbank Parklands opening occurred on 20 June 1992. The Waterway was later filled in and replaced with the Energex Arbour, which was officially opened in March 2000.
The transfer of the Peace Pagoda to its current site started on 24 September 1991. The deity of compassion was moved from the first floor to a glass case on the ground floor, the sides of the ground floor were encased in glass, and a display case was added inside. Access to the first floor was sealed off. The two smaller pavilions were also transferred, but their service windows were locked up. Two lion statues and two elephant statues were also relocated. The building was originally designed to be demountable, but it is currently set in a ceramic tiled floor. The Peace Pagoda was one of the best-loved exhibits at Expo 88, as visitors were able to relax in it away from the bustle of the crowds. Today it is still popular, both with tourists, and those who go there to meditate and reflect.
Source: Queensland Heritage Register.
Repurposed from the original 1940s manual from an Exa camera.
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that the Red-Bellied-Woodpecker finally came to enjoy something from the feeder area.
I just happened to look out and saw her making her way toward the peanut suet. She and her mate live in the big oak in our front yard, I always see them and hear them but never this close~YEAH~!
not the clearest catch but I got her~!
tomorrow is the last day for the Great Back Yard Bird Count. to submit your counts go to:
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People often ask my advice on photography gear and techniques when they learn I am a long time Nikon enthusiast dating back to 1969! When my best friend Steve wanted to make the jump from cell phone camera to DSLR he asked me for input on gear. Steve took my advice and is now a happy photographer exploring the world of advanced digital photography.
I thought I might create a series of images and articles on getting started in DSLR photography and share it here.
So.....when people ask me "what kind of DSLR camera should I buy?" this is what I tell them:
For general photography I recommend a used Nikon D3300 and 18-55mm AF-P kit lens.
Why used?
Just like buying a car, camera gear depreciates as soon as you take it out of the box. Buying used means that if you don't like DSLR photography you can resell it for basically what you paid for it. Don't make the mistake of one Flickr friend who bought a brand new full frame Nikon and zoom ($3000+) and then found it too big, too heavy and too complicated to be much fun.
Why Nikon?
Sorry Canon aficionados. You can argue the relative merits of both systems but I only know Nikon cameras and gear and can only give advice on them.
Why a D3300?
The D3300 is two versions behind the current release but still features a 24 MP sensor, near state of the art EXPEED 4 processor, decent AF speed and a "fast" 5 frames per second shooting speed. Most important to me is that the D3300 is the first of the series to accept Nikon's new AF-P lenses (and trust me - you want these lenses - more about them in a later installment)
Why an 18-55 AF-P kit lens?
This lens is sharper than expected, focuses lightening fast and is dirt cheap on the used market. Unless you need long telephotos for sports or extreme wide angles this lens will serve you well to get started.
You can buy this entire kit for under $275 from MPB or KEH.
Let me know your thoughts on this......
STROBIST Info: Shot with a single Novatron bare tube head in a Larsen 27" softbox, fired at 120 watt seconds, directly overhead. White cards were placed camera right and left with a silver flat Larsen Reflectasol for fill in front.
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Pentax 645nII. Fuji Acros Film.
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After the call ends, I input the coordinates before lifting off. Back to Genosha we go... Spyke and Marrow talk to each other casually, while I stay relatively quiet, focused on the task ahead. Why would Mystique do something so impulsive? There was no need to escalate things, and yet she did it anyway. Now the citizens of Genosha are feeling uneasy, not being safe in their own homes. I have to figure out what's going on. First the MRD bomber and now mutant kidnappings? There has to be someone on the inside.
Marrow: "Hey, you ok?"
Lorna: "Hm? Yeah, as good as one can be given the situation. Things just keep getting worse and worse."
Spyke: "Well, people only look at the scary exterior of our kind. They don't bother getting to know us at all, because we may have what they think are deformities. We could easily share the same taste in hobbies, but they don't make that effort. The world was already screwed up before mutants were discovered for the first time, but we get the blame. I'm tired of this, being shunned, and hunted down. Honestly, I wish I didn't have these powers. Sure it can be fun once in a while, but what you lose isn't worth it."
Marrow: "Well too bad lil brother! We have these gifts for a reason, so let's help as many other mutants as we can."
Spyke: "Before we inevitably die." He mutters under his breath.
Marrow: "What was that?"
Spyke: "Nothing."
The hours pass by, as we talk about different interests. I didn't really have much to contribute, as I never really thought about such things. But it allowed me to learn more about these two, that I wouldn't necessarily have gotten to know had they refused my offer. Finally, we reach the island of Genosha. The hangar doors open, and I land the plane inside. As we exit the plane, I see both Wanda and Pietro walk into the room. Well, Wanda's walking at least. Pietro kind of paces back and forth at his remarkable speeds.
Lorna: "Sister! It's so good to see you." I say, as I go and hug Wanda.
Wanda: "It's nice to see you too Lorna. Wish it was under better circumstances though."
Lorna: "Me too." I let go, and follow behind Wanda as she leaves the hangar, with Spyke and Marrow behind me.
Pietro: "Where's my hug?"
Wanda: "Pietro..."
Pietro: "Yeah yea, I was only kidding. Just trying to lighten the mood ya know? With the beginning of the end and all.
Lorna: "Not if I have anything to say about it. Do we have any clues to as to where Scanner was taken?"
Pietro: "Well, there are at least hundreds of different mutant prison camps all over the States alone. I mean I could eventually find out, but even with my speed, it would take a day at the earliest. It especially doesn't help things that they have power inhibitors in there."
Lorna: "We need to get as many people as we can to help us."
Pietro: "Any wise ideas? People aren't going to throw themselves into a suicide mission."
Lorna: "It's not a suicide mission if there are people there to guide them."
Wanda: "That doesn't really answer the question though Lorna."
Lorna: "Get the camera and broadcast it to the whole city. It's time I lead our people."
Pietro: "Ooh, an inspirational speech! By the way, who are these two?"
Lorna: "Spyke and Marrow, two that I've already had the pleasure fighting alongside."
Pietro: "Ah, I see. Anyways, I'll go get the camera!" Within seconds he's back with the camera. He's no tech guru, but eventually, after pressing lots of buttons, it looks like we are broadcasting live to all of Genosha.
Lorna: "Hello people of Genosha. I know things have been hard recently, with my father's passing, and these recent kidnappings. You're starting to lose faith, and honestly, I can't blame you. I haven't been there for you, as a leader, after my father's passing. I haven't earned your trust like he has, but hopefully in time, that will change. This is the first step towards that goal. I promise I will do anything in my power to find those that have been kidnapped and bring them back. I will find those that are responsible for this. Humans that don't care whether we live or die. Humans that judge us based on things we were born with. But I can't do this alone. I need help... For that I call on you. Yes, you. No matter how useless you think your power may be, it could easily be the key in bringing our people home. We're stronger when we are together and now is the time to stand united and fight back. For the future of all mutants. A better future for us all."
During the Terrastralian Civil War, there was one group that the People's Army of Terrastralia feared above all others; the Terrastralian Army Special Forces.
(L-R) Lance Corporal Rogers. Although not as big a practical joker as Bung, Rogers - the 2IC (Second-in-Command) of Patrol 2-2 - has established himself as someone who keeps a cool head when the first odd angry shot flies out.
Trooper Bill. Since the death of Trooper Scott, the 21-year-old Bill has been saddled with the reputation of being the youngest in Patrol 2-2. Naive and unfamiliar to combat, operations in the Templeton Forest will test him like never before. Bill's got a girl back home, but the lack of any letters since he shipped out has him suspecting that he's already old news.
Corporal Harry. The old man, the leader of Patrol 2-2, whose leadership has already saved the men from several hairy encounters with the PAT. Before the army, Harry was a painter, with several of his works featured in exhibitions. But that, along with his ex-wife, was in a past life. His priorities now consist of doing what he can to keep his boys alive, and his ongoing feuds with the army cooks. By all accounts, he's quite good at getting a reaction from them.
Lance Corporal Bung. Formerly a native of Patrol 2-4, Bung is easily the biggest...Personality in the Company. A renowned prankster, Bung has recently suffered a painful loss with his girlfriend and mother being killed in a car accident. Although Bung was a few cards short of a full sanity deck before the accident, since then...Well, let's just say some soldiers are wondering when the housewarming party will be held at the madhouse...
Trooper Dawson. Known to his friends at Smoky, Dawson - the Patrol's radioman - is known and respected for his matter-of-fact opinions and input wherever it's needed. Dawson, by far receives the most mail of anyone in the Company, though Harry believes that he writes them to himself. Rumour has it, Dawson is quite popular with women back home, but nobody has yet found definitive proof. Perhaps he doesn't write letters to himself after all...
In a completely unrelated note, it's Anzac Day on the 25th, and I thought I'd do something related in the form of some soldiers inspired by the 1979 Australian film the Odd Angry Shot. Set during the Vietnam War, the film follows a Squadron of the Special Air Service Regiment (SASR) during their tour of Vietnam. It can best be summarised as 70% Aussie humour, 15% sadness and 15% combat. If you get the chance, check it out; it's a great watch!
I loved the gleaming hallway reflecting the columns so beautifully. Uploaded this for a competition around the theme "floors" and am undecided whether I should use this one or the next one with the red carpet. Any input welcome!
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“So, this is the problem as it was told to me by our friend, Icecap.” Said Sky. “There would appear to be a local fish shortage.”
Sky looked at the expressions of horror on the faces of the other bears before he continued.
“Every week I order Icecap a load of fish when we have our order in for honey, well that used to work quite well but recently it is not working at all.”
“Why is it they do not have fish?” Asked Bertie looking amazed at the news.
“Yes, I thought they always had fish, Sky, is this going to happen all the time?” Asked Barnaby feeling very thankful that fish was not his main food.
“I do not know why they do not have fish, they should, they always did, but now they don’t.” Said Sky.
Every bear looked up as Icecap came and sat beside them.
“I think we need more knowledge about fish and the store so we can discover why we have this problem.” Said Posh Bear.
“Well, I went with Elli to the store in her ellicopter to see what was happening.” Said Icecap. “The problem would seem to be they do not have a fish counter there any longer. They are only going to sell fish wrapped into plastic sealed units in future. I got talking to a bear, nice chap, who was waiting to be owned that had lived there for the time, he was saying that the store had been wanting to get rid of the fish counter for ages as it was expensive to run, then came the big hooman sickness that kept everyone indoors and out of stores. That gave the stores the excuse they needed and so they now only have these small sides of fish sealed in hard plastic.” Explained Icecap.
“I see, that is a problem then, anyone any ideas how we can keep Icecap filled up with fresh delicious fish?” Asked Posh Bear.
“Where do they make fish?” Asked Barnaby.
“In the oceans and sea.” Answered Bertie smiling at the idea of a factory line of hoomans making fish to put in the sea.
“Do we know if there is a spare sea kicking around that we could place in the back garden and then Icecap could just lean out of a window when he wanted to eat and help himself.” Explained Barnaby rather proudly that he had got the answer to the problem before anyone else.
“A good idea, Barnaby, but sadly I think you will not be able to find a spare sea, I am fairly sure they are all taken up and as far as I am aware, there are no plans to make new ones just yet.” Said Sky feeling he needed to add some input to the conversation as he is a genius that everyone looked to, to discover answers to difficult questions.
“I suppose I could go and find a sea or ocean and live there.” Said Icecap looking sad at the idea.
“No, that would never work because they don’t have buzzy things in oceans and seas and so we would have no honey.” Said Bertie. “So, if we can’t go nor can our friend Icecap. We need to find an answer.”
“Could we leave a forwarding address to the buzzy things and then they could … no that would not work as they can’t read bear and we can’t write buzzy thing. There must be a logical answer to this problem…” said Sky, rubbing his head with his paw as he tried thinking of the solution.
“The logical answer is easy; it is the illogical answer that I need.” Said Icecap looking shocked that they had been looking at the problem wrong.
“How do you mean, Icecap?” Asked Posh Bear.
“Well, the logical answer is that I ask Elli to fly me to the sea every so often so I can stock up on fish, it wouldn’t take her long and I know she would do it for me.”
“Yes, I can see that, it is a decent way around the problem.” Said Posh Bear smiling.
“Only, I must balance out my fears of flying with Ellie, against the fish the store does have. I was looking for a better answer to get my fish without asking Elli or having the store fish.” Explained Icecap.
“I think I have the answer.” Said Barnaby looking excited.
“What now, Barnaby, maybe send letters to the fish and ask them to catch a lift with Elli?” Said Bertie giggling.
“No, I must admit that I had not thought of that, Bertie. Good idea that it is, I think my idea is much betterer. We find a different store that does sell fish the way Icecap likes it and go there. His fish doesn’t have to come on the same lorry that our honey does.” Barnaby explained.
“Could we try that, Sky? Could you find another store to get it from?” Asked Icecap.
“I think we should try. Good idea young Barnaby, see I am teaching him well. One day he will be a proper genius just like me.” Said Sky smiling as he saw Icecap looking happier.
I love the sight of vintage flying chair rides. The higher the better! On Saturday I was looking for a new viewpoint of the Cheshire Steam Rally and thought that not only could getting on the ride with my camera give me an elevated viewpoint but the blurring speed might create an interesting scene.....for your enjoyment of course. I regretted the idea almost immediately as the merry go round slowly accelerated. I hadn't appreciated that the G-force was so great, and holding the camera to my eye I was totally unprepared for how disorientated and sick I felt very quickly. I didn't want to create a scene of my own but I was close to shouting to the operator to stop the thing. It was really horrible.
I pressed the shutter many times, I'm not sure in which direction or orientation, but on viewing later, they were all rubbish. It was only the colour of the empty chairs that made me think I might tinker with some selective colour to create this garish image.
It was a mistake to get on the thing without any more kids. If all of the seats in front of me had been occupied it might make a decent 'fairground' shot. But on Saturday there was only one boy sat behind me. I suspect I shall give it one more go to see if I can get something worthwhile.It's te Astle Park Steam Rally next month.
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You'll stumble in my footsteps - Invigde nya skorna (Asics Gel-Electro33) med intervaller (4 X 5 min @ 4.20) bakom Gamla Uppsala högar. För lågt tempo eller för få reps? Tillbaka till ritbordet och kolla upp intervalltider för det var lite för enkelt det där. Berodde det på skorna kanske? Hörde jag hybris från någon?
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uppsalastad: Grymt fint
upaflash: Tack @uppsalastad. Det var en fin kväll där ute.
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duracellbambi: Längden på vilan är viktig också, halva intervalltiden är ett bra riktmärke om det är stå/gå vila men man får prova lite..
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Flint Castle (Welsh: Castell y Fflint) in Flint, Flintshire, was the first of a series of castles built during King Edward I's campaign to conquer Wales.
The site was chosen for its strategic position in North East Wales. The castle was only one day's march from Chester, supplies could be brought along the River Dee and there was a ford nearby across to England that could be used at low tide.
Building work began in 1277 initially under Richard L'engenour, who would later become Mayor of Chester in 1304. The castle and its earthworks were built by 18,000 labourers and masons using local Millstone Grit ashlar and sandstone. Savoyard master mason James of Saint George was assigned "ad ordiandum opera castorum ibidem" (to undertake the works of the same castle works (referring to all Welsh castle building projects) in April 1278. November 1280 saw him beginning directly overseeing construction at Flint for Edward I as the initially very slow construction pace was accelerated. He remained at the castle for 17 months. James of Saint George then moved onto Rhuddlan to oversee its completion.
When work ceased in 1277, Flint Castle had an inner ward and an outer bailey. They were separated by a tidal moat and were connected with gatehouse and drawbridge. A plantation town was also laid out beyond the outer bailey. The inner ward had three large towers and a detached keep. This isolated tower protected the inner gatehouse and outer bailey. In total expenditure, Edward I spent £6068.7.5d. creating the fortress and the town (£5.7 million in 2008).
Flint, on the western shore of the River Dee estuary, could be supplied by river or sea. Its harbour was protected by a defensive wall. The castle lies opposite to the English shore and Shotwick Castle in England. Before the course was changed in the 18th century, passage across the estuary at this point could be made directly by boat at high tide or by fording at low tide.
The castle is based on Savoyard models where one of the corner towers is enlarged and isolated. This independent structure served as both corner tower and keep or donjon, like at Dourdan, France. Flint's keep has been compared to the donjon at Aigues-Mortes, France. Edward I may have been familiar with Aigues-Mortes having passed through the fortress on the way to join the Eighth Crusade in 1270. An alternative possibility is the influence of Jean Mésot on James of Saint George, Mésot having worked in Southern France before influencing Saint George in Savoy. The castle at Flint has also been described as a "classic Carrė Savoyard" as it is very similar to Yverdon Castle. Its ground dimensions are a third bigger but it shares the classic shape and style, along with the use of a corner tower as keep (donjon). Most historians attribute this to input from Edward's premier architect and castle builder James of Saint George Although construction began in 1277 and James of Saint George didn't begin work at Flint until 1280, he was in England from 1278 and was described as "ad ordinandum opera castorum ibidem", that is, charged with the design of the works at Flint.
The keep is an impressive structure. Its stone walls are 7 metres (23 ft) thick at the base and 5 metres (16 ft) above. Access was gained by crossing a drawbridge into a central entrance chamber on the first floor. Originally there would have been at least one additional storey. These floors had small rooms built into the thick walls. A timber gallery was built on top of the keep for the visit of Edward, Prince of Wales, in 1301. On the ground floor is a vaulted passage that runs all the way around the inside of the keep.
Flint's design was not repeated in any other castle built by Edward I in North Wales. The layout at Flint remains unique within the British Isles.
Flint was the first castle of what would later become known as Edward I's "Iron Ring". A chain of fortresses designed to encircle North Wales and oppress the Welsh. Its construction began almost immediately after Edward I began the First Welsh War in 1277.
Five years later Welsh forces under the command of Dafydd ap Gruffydd, brother of Llywelyn ap Gruffudd, besieged the castle in an attempted uprising against the English Crown. In 1294 Flint was attacked again during the revolt of Madog ap Llywelyn; this time the constable of the castle was forced to set fire to the fortress to prevent its capture by the Welsh. The castle was later repaired and partly rebuilt.
With the conclusion to the Welsh Wars, English settlers and merchants were given property titles in the new town that was laid out in front of the castle. The plantation borough was protected by a defensive ditch with a wooden palisade on earth banking. Its outline remains visible in streets patterns.
In 1399 Richard II of England was held by Henry Bolingbroke at Flint before being returned to London.
During the English Civil War, Flint Castle was held by the Royalists. It was finally captured by the Parliamentarians in 1647 after a three-month siege. To prevent its reuse in the conflict, the castle was then slighted in accordance with Cromwell's destruction order. The ruins are what remain today.
By the 19th century part of the site's outer bailey was used as Flintshire's County Jail. A quarry operated nearby.
Flint (Welsh: Y Fflint) is a town and community in Flintshire, Wales, lying on the estuary of the River Dee. It is the former county town of Flintshire. According to the 2001 Census, the population of the community of Flint was 12,804, increasing to 12,953 at the 2011 census. The urban area including Holywell and Bagillt had a population of 26,442.
Flint is located in north-east Wales, adjoining the estuary of the River Dee, to the north of the town of Mold. Across the estuary, the Wirral can be seen from Flint and views to the south of the town include Halkyn Mountain. As the crow flies, Flint is located less than 12 miles from the English urban area of Liverpool, and even closer to its metro area. However, the two estuaries in between make the distance travelling on land almost twice as long.
The name refers to the stony platform on which the castle was built, and was first recorded in 1277 in the French form le Chaylou (cf modern French caillou, "gravel").
Edward I began to build Flint Castle in 1277, during his campaign to conquer Wales. Both castle and town were attacked by the forces of Madog ap Llywelyn during the revolt of 1294–95; the defenders of the town burnt it in order to deny its use to the Welsh.
Richard II was handed over to his enemy Henry Bolingbroke in the castle in 1399. As a consequence, it is the setting for Act III, Scene III of the Shakespeare play Richard II. The castle was the first of Edward I's 'iron ring' of royal castles to be built in Wales, and the design served as the basis for larger castles such as Harlech Castle and Rhuddlan Castle. Owain Glyndŵr unsuccessfully assaulted it at the commencement of his revolt in 1400.
The town did not have a wall, but a protective earthen and wooden palisaded ditch. The outline of this remained visible in the pattern of streets until the mid-1960s, and the medieval boundary can still be traced now. This can be seen in John Speed's map of Flintshire.
Flint Town Hall, the home of Flint Town Council, was erected in 1840.
In 1969 Flint hosted the National Eisteddfod, and so the town has a circle of Gorsedd stones in the field adjacent to Gwynedd County Primary School. In July 2006 the stones were centre stage in the National Eisteddfod Proclamation Ceremony which formally announced Mold as the 2007 host town of the event. The Urdd National Eisteddfod was held in Flint in 2016.
Flint Town Council consists of 15 councillors who are elected from four wards; 2 from Oakenholt, 3 from Castle and 5 each from Coleshill and Trelawny wards. For elections to Flintshire County Council, three councillors are elected from Flint: Coleshill and Trelawny, and one each from Flint: Castle and Flint: Oakenholt. Flint is part of the Alyn and Deeside constituency and North Wales region for the Senedd, and of the Alyn and Deeside constituency for parliament.
In 2001 only 18% of the local population identified as Welsh, although this census controversially had no "Welsh" tick box.
In the census of 2011, 57.1% stated they had Welsh, or Welsh and other combined, identity. Many people in Flint have some knowledge of the Welsh language, although competence varies. Implementation of the European Union's freedom of movement provisions has led to a noticeable increase in the numbers of Polish-language speakers in Flint. Several retail businesses display information in Polish as well as in English and Welsh and the town has a number of Polskie sklepy (Polish shops) specialising in Polish products.
The Flint accent is frequently misidentified with that of Liverpool, although it has arisen in fact as a unique blending of the speech patterns of the area's Welsh speakers, earlier Irish settlers, and the residents of nearby Cheshire, Wirral, and the wider Merseyside region.
There are several songs associated with Flint. The most widely sung is "The Yard". Another popular song is "Fifty German bombers over Flint", which tells the story of a wartime bombing raid over nearby Liverpool that accidentally targeted the town of Flint instead. Verses describe the arrival of the bombers over Flint, and how they were shot down by the "Bagillt Navy". Eventually, the ill-fated German aircrew were fished out by the "Greenfield Fishers". The song is often sung in a drunken, friendly manner to the accompaniment of much hand clapping and revelry.
Flint railway station lies on the North Wales Coast Line and is served by Transport for Wales services from Manchester Piccadilly to Llandudno. A north-south service between Cardiff and Holyhead also calls, as do some Avanti West Coast services between London Euston and Holyhead. Bus services are operated by Arriva Buses Wales.
The town has three high schools: St Richard Gwyn Catholic High School, Flint High School and Ysgol Maes Hyfryd. Primary schools in Flint include the Gwynedd School, Cornist Park School, Ysgol Croes Atti (Welsh medium), St Mary's Catholic Primary School and Ysgol Pen Coch.
Flint once had its own low-powered television relay transmitter, designed to provide improved coverage of Welsh channels in an area that would otherwise receive only English television signals. Since 2009, signals have been transmitted digitally from Storeton transmitting station on the Wirral.
Perhaps one of the town's most striking images, in addition to the castle, is the group of three tower blocks of flats near the town centre. The first two blocks were built in the 1960s and named Bolingbroke Heights and Richard Heights, with a third, Castle Heights, added shortly afterwards.
Flint's football team is Flint Town United. They play in the Cymru North, the second division of Welsh football following relegation from the top tier. Nicknamed "the Silkmen", they play their home games at Cae-y-Castell.
Brian Fell's sculpture footplate can be seen at Flint railway station. Initially it was thought to be an imitation of the famous Monty Python foot drawn by Terry Gilliam.
The town has a library which was extensively refurbished in 2020, and a leisure centre named the Jade Jones Pavilion to honour the town's Olympian. As of February 2023 Flint Retail Park was undergoing expansion, The town centre has been the subject of a regeneration scheme which began in 2012.
A lifeboat station was established in Flint in 1966, operated by the RNLI.
Notable people
Paul Draper (born 1970), songwriter and musician, went to school in Flint.
Ian Puleston-Davies (born 1958), actor and writer, plays Owen Armstrong in Coronation Street.
Julie Roberts (born 1963) painter who works in acrylics, oils and watercolours.
Sport
Enoch Bagshaw (1884–1930), an American football player and coach.
Ron Hewitt (1928–2001), footballer with over 500 club caps and 5 for Wales.
Allan Jones (1940–1993), footballer with 249 caps with Brentford F.C.
Brian Godfrey (1940–2010), footballer with over 590 club caps and 3 for Wales.
Andy Holden (born 1963), footballer with over 170 club caps, nephew of Ron Hewitt
Jade Jones (born 1993), 2012 and 2016 Olympic taekwondo gold medalist, attended Flint High School.
Ian Rush (born 1961), footballer with 602 club caps and 73 for Wales, went to school in Flint; some family live in the area.
Dylan Levitt (born 2000) footballer who came through Manchester United F.C. Academy, but now plays for Scottish Premiership football club Hibernian F.C.
Flintshire (Welsh: Sir y Fflint) is a county in the north-east of Wales. It has a maritime border with Merseyside along the Dee Estuary to the north, and land borders with Cheshire to the east, Wrexham County Borough to the south, and Denbighshire to the west. Connah's Quay is the largest town, while Flintshire County Council is based in Mold.
The county covers 169 square miles (440 km2), with a population of 155,000 in 2021. After Connah's Quay (16,771) the largest settlements are Flint (13,736), Buckley (16,127) and Mold (10,123). The east of the county is industrialised and contains the Deeside conurbation, which extends into Cheshire and has a population of 53,568. The adjacent coast is also home to industry, but further west has been developed for tourism, particularly at Talacre. Inland, the west of the county is sparsely populated and characterised by gentle hills, including part of the Clwydian Range and Dee Valley AONB.
The county is named after the historic county of the same name, which was established by the Statute of Rhuddlan in 1284 and has notably different borders. The county is considered part of the Welsh Marches and formed part of the historic Earldom of Chester and Flint.
Flintshire takes its name from the historic county of Flintshire, which also formed an administrative county between 1889 until 1974 when it was abolished under the Local Government Act 1972. The re-establishment of a principal area in 1996 under the Local Government (Wales) Act 1994 does not share the same boundaries and covers a smaller area.
At the time of the Roman invasion, the area of present-day Flintshire was inhabited by the Deceangli, one of the Celtic tribes in ancient Britain, with the Cornovii to the east and the Ordovices to the west. Lead and silver mine workings are evident in the area, with several sows of lead found bearing the name 'DECEANGI' inscribed in Roman epigraphy. The Deceangli appear to have surrendered to Roman rule with little resistance. Following Roman Britain, and the emergence of various petty kingdoms, the region had been divided into the Hundred of Englefield (Welsh: Cantref Tegeingl), derived from the Latin Deceangli.
It became part of the Kingdom of Mercia by the 8th century AD, with much of the western boundary reinforced under Offa of Mercia after 752, but there is evidence that Offa's Dyke is probably a much earlier construction. By the time of the Norman conquest in 1066 it was under the control of Edwin of Tegeingl, from whose Lordship the Flintshire coat of arms is derived.
Edwin's mother is believed to have been Ethelfleda or Aldgyth, daughter of Eadwine of Mercia. At the time of the establishment of the Earldom of Chester, which succeeded the Earl of Mercia, the region formed two of the then twelve Hundreds of Cheshire of which it remained a part for several hundred years.
Flintshire today approximately resembles the boundaries of the Hundred of Atiscross as it existed at the time of the Domesday Book. Atiscross, along with the Hundred of Exestan, was transferred from the Earldom of Chester to the expanding Kingdom of Gwynedd from the west in the 13th century following numerous military campaigns. This region, as well as an exclave formed from part of the Hundred of Dudestan (known as Maelor Saesneg), later formed the main areas of Flintshire, established by the Statute of Rhuddlan in 1284 under Edward I. It was administered with the Palatinate of Chester and Flint by the Justiciar of Chester. The county was consolidated in 1536 by the Laws in Wales Acts 1535–1542 under the Tudor King Henry VIII, when it was incorporated into the Kingdom of England; it included the detached exclave of Welsh Maelor.
Flintshire as a separate local authority remained in existence until 1974 when it was merged with those of Denbighshire and Edeyrnion Rural District to form the administrative county of Clwyd. Clwyd was abolished 22 years later and Flintshire reorganised in its present form in 1996. However, some parts of the historic country are not included within the present administrative boundaries: significantly English Maelor was incorporated into Wrexham County Borough, and St Asaph, Prestatyn and Rhyl into Denbighshire.
The current administrative area of Flintshire (a unitary authority and Principal area) came into existence in 1996, when the former administrative counties in Wales were split into smaller areas. The principal area was formed by the merger of the Alyn and Deeside and Delyn districts. In terms of pre-1974 divisions, the area comprises:
the former borough of Flint
the urban districts of Buckley, Connah's Quay, Holywell, Mold
the rural district of Holywell Rural District
all of Hawarden Rural District except the parish of Marford and Hosley
The district of Rhuddlan, which was also formed entirely from the administrative county of Flintshire was included in the new Denbighshire instead. Other parts of the pre-1974 administrative Flintshire to be excluded from the principal area are the Maelor Rural District and the parish of Marford and Hoseley, which became part of the Wrexham Maelor district in 1974 and are now part of Wrexham County Borough.
Flintshire is a maritime county bounded to the north by the Dee estuary, to the east by Cheshire, to the west by Denbighshire and to the south by Wrexham County Borough. The coast along the Dee estuary is heavily developed by industry and the north coast much developed for tourism. The Clwydian Range occupies much of the west of the county. The highest point is Moel Famau (1,820 feet/554 metres). Notable towns include Buckley, Connah's Quay, Flint, Hawarden, Holywell, Mold, Queensferry, and Shotton. The main rivers are the Dee (the estuary of which forms much of the coast), and the River Alyn.
Located on the North Wales Coast Line (Holyhead to Chester) with services run by Avanti West Coast and Transport for Wales specifically calling at Flintshire stations such as Flint and Shotton with an interchange at Shotton with the Borderlands Line, which links it and other Flintshire stations with the Liverpool area and Wrexham.
Parts of Flintshire have major manufacturing industries. Amongst these are an advanced Toyota plant that manufactures engines, Eren Paper,[6] and Airbus UK, making the wings for the A320, A330 and A350 aircraft at Broughton.
There are daily flights of the Airbus BelugaXL transport aircraft of Airbus wings from Broughton.
Flintshire is also known for its internet companies, the largest and most well known being Moneysupermarket.com based in Ewloe.
Flintshire included much of the North Wales Coalfield, with the last colliery at Point of Ayr closing in 1996.
Flintshire is home to Shotwick Solar Park, currently the largest photovoltaic solar array in the UK. It was built in 2016 and covers 250 acres of the south western edge of the Wirral Peninsula near the village of Shotwick. It has a maximum generating capacity of 72.2 MW and is connected directly to the largest paper-mill in the UK, UPM Shotton Paper.
Flintshire was home to a thriving steel industry with many of the local communities and homes being built around this sector. Steelmaking came to an end in 1980 with the loss of 6500 on one day. The Shotton Steelworks site, now owned by Tata Steel, continues to produce coated steel products, mainly for the construction industry.
On 19 November 2004, Flintshire was granted Fairtrade County status.
Flintshire County Council is the Local Education Authority of Flintshire. It runs 72 primary schools, 2 special schools and 11 secondary schools. Six of the primary schools and one comprehensive are Welsh medium schools.
Four of the secondary schools have come together with Coleg Cambria to form the Deeside Consortium.
In December 2022, the Climate Change Committee met and Buckley Bistre West councillor Carolyn Preece recommended weekly vegan school meals in the local schools to combat climate change.
Flintshire's local newspapers include two daily titles, North Wales Daily Post and The Leader.
There are two radio stations broadcast in the area – Communicorp station Heart North and Mid Wales and Global Radio station Capital North West and Wales broadcast from the studios based in Wrexham. Whilst BBC Cymru Wales runs a studio and newsroom for their radio, television and online services located at Glyndŵr University but does not base their broadcasting there.
An online news website covering the Flintshire area, Deeside.com, operates from Deeside.
Flintshire has been traditionally a Labour Party stronghold, but in the 2019 general election, the Welsh Conservatives won the Delyn constituency.
The Alyn and Deeside constituency is a historically and still is a Welsh Labour Party constituency, which is represented by Mark Tami.
Notable people
Gareth Allen (born 1988 in Mynydd Isa, near Buckley), former professional snooker player.
Saint Asaph, 6th century Christian saint, the first Bishop of St Asaph
Claire Fox (born 1960), writer, journalist, lecturer and politician; grew up in Buckley
William Ewart Gladstone (1809–1898), 12 years as Prime Minister; retired to Hawarden Castle.
Jade Jones (born 1993 Bodelwyddan), taekwondo athlete; 2012 and 2016 Olympic gold medallist
Michael Owen (born 1979), footballer with 362 club caps and 89 for England went to school in Hawarden
Ian Rush (born 1961 in St Asaph), footballer with 602 club caps and 73 for Wales
Gary Speed (1969 in Mancot – 2011), footballer and manager with 677 club caps and 85 for Wales
Frances Williams (c. 1760–1801), first Welsh woman to settle in Australia
Flintshire has one formal twinning arrangement with:
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