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From the Wiki: During the Irish War of Independence in 1921, the Irish Republican Army burnt down the Custom House, to disrupt British rule in Ireland by destroying tax records. The original interior was completely destroyed in the fire and the central dome collapsed. A large quantity of irreplaceable historical records were also destroyed in the fire. Despite achieving its objectives, the attack on the Custom House was a setback for the IRA as a large number of Volunteers were captured either during the attack or when falling back.
Legend has it that members of the fire brigade were intentionally slow to fight the fire, which lasted five days, and who may have actually consulted with the IRA on how best to burn the building! The Custom House was restored in 1929.
Nothing seems complicated anymore
sights and sounds of past rapport
heard now in the gentleness of a late February morn
playing upon a throwback reborn
from a seemingly random breeze of necessary purpose
recalling the longing of a connection so ingenious
we are instilled and indisposed, regaled and juxtaposed
charmed by the Sunlight's heavenly senses thus supposed
floating within and beyond any doubt of inspiriting
a loneliness that now gathers this hope it's eliciting
made in a Heaven integrating with each and every footstep
close to touch, shifting focus toward the ultimate prep
given a course in daily enlightenment from sun rise to set
against all darkness cast in a Soul made for no regret
catch the light before it fades into all-swallowing time
consume your fears and exhale belief in it's prime
for the daily climb is a premise of vista's hitherto dreamt of,
the vision is the spark of the fire warming the heart of love
guiding the mind steering the ship of navigable valleys
when acting as one, the whole world answers and rallies
the last goodbye is the very first hello of the new dawn
colouring dreams of old and reinvigorating friends newly drawn
unto the circles of harmony rippling through each and all
our faith begins with the sunrise and the air we each call
this unifying expression of living is the nature of life
nobody can deny, no-one should defy, our bond of this very life.
by anglia24
10h40: 28/02/2008
©2008anglia24
Just a message to all my Flickr friends that this will be my last post for just a little while. I had an absolutely wonderful time on holiday last week with my family, marred ever so slightly by the person who thought it acceptable to break into my house, steal my car and other family possessions but most importantly items of Jo's which are of huge sentimental value and quite irreplaceable!
I don't post this for cries of sympathy, It's just so you know that I'm still here but my sense of humour has been temporarily unplugged!
To misquote that finest of Scottish actors, Mel Gibson, 'They can take my possessions, but they'll never take my freedom'!
See you soon.
“In the name of the best within you, do not sacrifice this world to those who are its worst. In the name of the values that keep you alive, do not let your vision of man be distorted by the ugly, the cowardly, the mindless in those who have never achieved his title. Do not lose your knowledge that man's proper estate is an upright posture, an intransigent mind and a step that travels unlimited roads. Do not let your fire go out, spark by irreplaceable spark, in the hopeless swamps of the approximate, the not-quite, the not-yet, the not-at-all. Do not let the hero in your soul perish, in lonely frustration for the life you deserved, but have never been able to reach. Check your road and the nature of your battle. The world you desired can be won, it exists, it is real, it is possible, it's yours.”
There was an influential Lego builder who made a memorable scene of a car against a white marble brick building. (Edit: It's W. Navarre. Link ) It made me aware of the kind of avant garde Lego worth of worn bricks. I've got loads of them from my father's childhood. Irreplaceable.
In order to be irreplaceable, one must always be different.
(Coco Chanel)
Macro MADEMOISELLE - Food
PSP**** Prise SurPrise!! - fruit
7 Days with Flickr - Monday: free theme
(photo by Freya)
Here they are in Holmgard. Jarl Ivar offers Gorm gold to go down to Konugardr with a message. They don't know that the gold mask from Mycenae is irreplaceable, so they pound it together into a manageable lump of gold.Made by AI.
#5148 - 2022 Day 34: A busy day today meant a regular fallback late in the day. After all, as we know, "there is always a lamp" - Salt lamp this time.
The idea of a paper rose in the face of fire reminded me of vulnerability and the need to protect what is fragile and valued and irreplaceable when it is gone.
If you should wonder to what end silence pays it's respects
Look no further than the missing sounds of long lost words
Those that reverberate as they rise for all the world expects
Of them a defining moment that should revere the song of the Blackbirds
That presently return home to the sculptured garden of Autumn
Where Wintry vistas open their eyes once more between every bare-boughed column
It's your call upon Nature's take that ushers in
A splice of life if you will, for there's always more to come
What we receive is but the light within
Crossing the line of darkness, our optimism raises the midday Sun
Over the extended shoreline a shadowy hand -
At low tide a remission of drowning sin upon land
With a view to open the oceanic mind, a piece of
Inhales the past disseverance now rejoined with the present
You link, you like, what you play is there right above,
Never sounding-off, the humble beauty of ambient intent
Be it music, solace, or silent running waters of tributary dreaming
We're both at sea and borough with October light redeeming
All under Her worship nothing need any longer be said
Out of turn nor mind, never is a question to be raised in opposition
Of the roots growing thirsty for recognition of hunger's deepening tread
If out of sight really quells a conscience, then let me rephrase this definition,
For every picture tells a story, then why capture someone's permission
Without consent to help crying eyes appeal to bury the dead ammunition
We live in hope? or fear? of the ungovernable human failing
That burns the pages written so long ago we've forgetten it's spell
Now unread lies the wordless force of Nature's Autumnal unveiling
For Her cold light of today merits at the very least our better understanding as well-
As the realisation that we're not always the centre of Her Universe
Why must we think life begun the day we were born celebrating only our anniverse?
If prayers remain unanswered who must we blame if anybody at all?
Reason has become the treason of freedom and life among the living
For however many we gun down the bloody curse of killing rises with a rich vein to appal
Playing the game becomes every more perverse without parental misgiving
Gone is so much that is irreplaceable
Furnished in the presence of an answer that hatred finds untraceable
Let go of everything and nothing returns home
Late, later...the latest in a long line of obliviousness
Even your forgotten birthday remembers you well left alone
It's the death knell for accursedness
Now grimy candles illuminate, for we can't see everything
But to see something is something at least, if there is such a thing.
by anglia24
11h35: 22/10/2008
©2008anglia24
"In order to be irreplaceable one must always be different."
– Coco Chanel
Grids always symbolized rules and regulations to me. But fitting into the grid is just boring. So please never go with the flow because you feel like you have to. Break the rules, stand out, be different!
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Embrace me
My sweet embraceable you
Embrace me
You, irreplaceable you
My friend Sheryl considers this a disaster, I only see beauty.
She remembers the occasion on which a pot burnt this pattern into her sink.
This scene is at the Richmond Vale Railway Museum at Kurri Kurri in the Hunter Valley, west of Newcastle in New South Wales. The museum is on the site of the former Richmond Main Colliery which is also technically retained as a museum and historic site but not accessible to the public except from outside barriers as it is not maintained and falling into disrepair. Sadly the railway museum is also struggling in times when volunteers and cash to operate it are in short supply. Worse still, the museum has been badly impacted by two bushfires, one of which was apparently deliberately lit which destroyed many stored and preserved historic items of rollingstock. A timber bridge on the railway just outside the museum was also destroyed cutting short the opportunity for a reasonable trip on the former railway and making it even less attractive to customers.
This is former BHP (Broken Hill Proprietary Company) diesel locomotive no. 32 which would have worked at the company's former local steelworks or associated mills before they were all closed. It is operable and curiously listed as no. 34 in the attached Wikipedia article. The restored brakevan was used on the steam hauled coal trains of non-air (no brakes!) four wheeled wooden coal hopper wagons that were used throughout the region when the mines in the eastern Hunter were still operating. Despite the loss of valuable and irreplaceable rollingstock in the fires, the museum still has a fine selection of locomotives and wagons associated with the coal mining and steel milling industries of the area.
More to come from this location which we visited during our August holiday.
Schloss Mirow wurde ab etwa 1709 als Witwensitz für Herzogin Christiane Aemilie Anthonie von Mecklenburg-Strelitz errichtet. Baumeister war Joachim Borchmann. Im Herzen des Baus hat sich der hochbarocke Festsaal des italienischen Stuckateurs Giovanni Battista Clerici in seiner ganzen Pracht erhalten. Kaum ein Besucher würde bei der äußeren Bescheidenheit des Schlosses solch einen fulminanten Saal erwarten. Zu den unerwartet prachtvollen Raumkunstwerken gehören auch jene des friderizianischen Rokokos. Der Eintritt Preußens in den Siebenjährigen Krieg verursachte in dem benachbarten Königreich einen fast völligen Stillstand der baulichen Aktivitäten. Die Künstler suchten nun anderswo nach neuen Aufträgen. Dieser historische Umstand führte dazu, dass in Mirow eine zweite Umgestaltungsphase unter Herzogin Elisabeth Albertine begann, die von 1756 bis 1761 ihr Appartement mit originären friderizianischen Innenraumdekorationen von höchster Qualität ausstatten ließ.
Für die Kulturgeschichte ist das Gebäude ein Schatz von unersetzlichem Wert. Die Region des ehemaligen Herzogtums Mecklenburg-Strelitz hat nämlich dramatische Verluste im 20. Jahrhundert erlitten: Das Residenzschloss in Neustrelitz wurde im Jahr 1945 ausradiert. Im selben Jahr fiel auch das Neubrandenburger Palais der Zerstörung anheim. Die ehemalige Sommerresidenz Hohenzieritz hat kriegsbedingt im Inneren bis auf wenige Überbleibsel ihren fürstlichen Glanz verloren. Das Untere Schloss in Mirow brannte schon im 19. Jahrhundert vollständig aus. Somit ist das Obere Schloss das letzte und einzige Denkmal überhaupt, in dem sich die herzogliche Wohnkultur der Mecklenburg-Strelitzer Dynastie erhalten hat.
Trotz der idyllischen Abgeschiedenheit reicht die Bedeutung des Schlosses weit über Mecklenburg-Vorpommern hinaus – bis in die ganze Welt hinein. Die berühmteste Schlossbewohnerin ist Queen Charlotte, die von ihrem Gemahl König Georg III. von Großbritannien „mein Schatz aus Strelitz“ genannt wurde. Nach ihr wurden die Millionenstadt Charlotte in den USA und viele Landmarken weltweit benannt. Aber auch die beliebte Paradiesvogelblume, die Strelitzie, verdankt ihren Namen dem einstigen Mirower Lottchen. Ihr Bruder Adolph Friedrich IV. kam als Fritz Reuters schräger Herzog „Dörchläuchting“ zu zweifelhaftem Ruhm und ihre Nichte Luise sollte die berühmteste aller preußischen Königinnen werden Nach 1761, dem Tod von Herzogin Elisabeth Albertine, kam der Hof nur noch zu Beerdigungen nach Mirow. Nach dem ersten Weltkrieg und der Enteignung der herzoglichen Familie wurde der Bau museal genutzt, später wurde das Schloss Dienststelle der Wehrmacht. Eine erste Renovierung des langsam verfallenden Schlosses gab es 1953, als es zu einem Altersheim umgewandelt wurde, das bis Ende der 1970-er Jahre bestand. Von der Geschichte des Hauses, seiner Bewohners und seiner Rettung nach der Wende von 1989 erzählt eine moderne Ausstellung.im Erdgeschoss
Nach dem Schlossbesuch lockt die Ruhe im Park. Auf geschwungenen Wegen, am Ufer des Sees, in barocken Alleen oder auf der Liebesinsel lässt es sich herrlich lustwandeln. Hier verbindet sich das Naturerlebnis mit den Spuren der Vergangenheit auf idyllische Art und Weise. Schloss und Park Mirow sind Teil eines ganzen Ensembles auf der Schlossinsel. Hier gibt es noch zwei weitere architektonische Höhepunkte: das Renaissancetorhaus und die Johanniterkirche, zu der auch die Familiengruft des Strelitzer Herzogshauses gehört. Im barocken Kavalierhaus gegenüber dem Schloss befinden sich ein Welcome Center und ein Café.
www.mv-schloesser.de/de/willkommen-auf-schloss-mirow/
Mirow Palace was built from around 1709 as a widow's residence for Duchess Christiane Aemilie Anthonie of Mecklenburg-Strelitz. The architect was Joachim Borchmann. At the heart of the building, the Baroque banqueting hall by Italian stucco artist Giovanni Battista Clerici has been preserved in all its splendour. Given the outward modesty of the palace, hardly any visitor would expect such a magnificent hall. The unexpectedly splendid works of interior art include those of the Frederician Rococo period. Prussia's entry into the Seven Years' War brought building activities in the neighbouring kingdom to an almost complete standstill. Artists now looked elsewhere for new commissions. This historical circumstance led to the beginning of a second remodelling phase in Mirow under Duchess Elisabeth Albertine, who had her flat furnished with original Frederician interior decorations of the highest quality from 1756 to 1761.
The building is a treasure of irreplaceable value for cultural history. The region of the former Duchy of Mecklenburg-Strelitz suffered dramatic losses in the 20th century: The residential palace in Neustrelitz was wiped out in 1945. In the same year, the palace in Neubrandenburg was also destroyed. The former summer residence in Hohenzieritz lost all but a few remnants of its princely splendour during the war. The Lower Palace in Mirow burnt down completely in the 19th century. This makes the Upper Palace the last and only monument to the ducal residential culture of the Mecklenburg-Strelitz dynasty.
Despite its idyllic seclusion, the castle's significance extends far beyond todays state of Mecklenburg-Western Pomerania - all over the world. The most famous resident of the castle was Queen Charlotte, who was called "my treasure from Strelitz" by her husband King George III of Great Britain. The metropolis of Charlotte in the USA and many landmarks around the world were named after her. The popular bird of paradise flower, the Strelitzia, also owes its name to the former Charlotte from Mirow. Her brother Adolph Friedrich IV achieved dubious fame as Fritz Reuter's (a 19th century novelist writing in the Low German language) quirky duke "Dörchläuchting " (a half affectionate, half mocking Low German way of saying Serene Highness) and her niece Luise was to become the most famous of all Prussian queens. After 1761, the death of Duchess Elisabeth Albertine, the court only came to Mirow for funerals. After the First World War and the expropriation of the ducal family, the building was used as a museum and later became a Wehrmacht office. The slowly decaying palace underwent its first renovation in 1953 when it was converted into a retirement home, which remained in existence until 1978. A modern exhibition on the ground floor tells the story of the house, its residents and its rescue after the fall of communism in 1989.
After visiting the palace, the tranquillity of the park beckons. Take a leisurely stroll along the winding paths, along the shores of the lake, along Baroque avenues or on the Island of Love. Here, the experience of nature is combined with traces of the past in an idyllic way. Mirow Palace and Park are part of a whole ensemble on Palace Island. There are two other architectural highlights here: the Renaissance gatehouse and the Church of the Order of St. John, which also houses the family crypt of the Mecklenburg-Strelitz ducal family. The Baroque Cavalier house opposite the Palace houses a Welcome Centre and a café.
Fotografiando el color. El color es muy importante en nuestras vidas. Aporta una capa insustituible de información y de complejidad a la fotografía, pero a mí, me resulta fascinante intentar fotografiar el color siendo en si el color el protagonista de la fotografía.
Shooting to the color. Color is very important in our lives. It brings an irreplaceable layer of information and complexity to photography, but for me, I find it fascinating to try to photograph color when color itself is the protagonist of the photograph.
At that single moment before she passed , as I held her in my arms ….memories of all she was and assurance she would live on through us . Praise , thanksgiving and walking the final journey with one’s irreplaceable Mom . Forever grateful to this beautiful Mom . She instill faith family and forgiveness… until we meet again
*Working Towards a Better World
Having addressed the importance of Motherhood yesterday I feel it imperative to bring to our attention the significance of Fatherhood. A good father is the rock and protector of the family, for the most part he is the bread winner and is able to earn more than a woman. He is responsible for the education and well being of his children and keeping a happy and unified relationship with the mother which creates a united and whole family. The father is very involved with the physical activities of his children often coaching their sports. A father is an important figure in the family and should be recognized as such because being a father is not easy, but when he is a good father he is irreplaceable and a huge benefit to his family.
Valentine's day,
Birch Bay,
Semiahmoo, Washington, United States
Whatcom Land Trust currently owns 52.5 acres of land at the mouth of California Creek, a major tributary to Drayton Harbor, where it empties into the harbor. Marine estuaries are an irreplaceable natural resource that provide many benefits including wildlife habitat, improved biodiversity, and water quality. This property is crucial to protect due to its location, ecological makeup, and future role as a public park along the shoreline. The California Creek subbasin makes up 40% of the total Drayton Harbor watershed, meaning restoration in the area will benefit water quality in Drayton Harbor and have positive impacts on Whatcom County far beyond its bounds.
Beautiful Loch Voil looking rather demure on Christmas morning.
One of my favourite old films is 'Geordie', starring the irreplaceable Alastair Sim, amongst others.
Much of it was filmed around Balquhidder, as well as Aberfoyle, & paints a very beautiful picture of this part of the Highlands.
Many thanks to everybody that took an interest in my photo.
A happy 2015 to all!
I am dedicating this photo to a dear friend of mine, Helen.
Helen, good friends are like jewels.... beautiful and irreplaceable.....
this jewel is for you :)
Happy 12 year anniversary to my best friend, fellow nerd, adventure buddy, coffee-getter, and of course, husband.
This man fills my life with love. He cherishes the quirkiest things about me, listens to me, encourages me, and truly believes in me.
Everyday I learn something new when I'm with him. Something unexpected and fascinating. He challenges me with interesting thoughts and ideas. Everyday is a day of discovery.
He scours the internet for amazing music and shares it with me. I don't think he knows how much I appreciate this--it adds so much depth and emotion to my life to listen to new songs, and he searches and searches to find things I like.
He shares my sense of adventure. Sometimes I think he plans too much, and sometimes I'm too spontaneous. It ends up being a perfect balance of prepared fun.
Somehow he even makes work in the lab fun. Whether it's the latest rubber-band gun, or sympathizing with me over a smelly urine sample, he understands and shares my life with me like no one else.
So, here's to irreplaceable bonds, love, and all the little things that makes them the best things!
The Woodland Trust is the largest woodland conservation charity in the United Kingdom concerned with the creation, protection, and restoration of native woodland heritage. It has over 500,000 supporters and has planted over 30 million trees since 1972,.[2]
The Woodland Trust has three key aims: i) to protect ancient woodland which is rare, unique and irreplaceable, ii) the restoration of damaged ancient woodland, iii) plant native trees and woods with the aim of creating resilient landscapes for people and wildlife.[3]
The Woodland Trust maintains ownership of over 1,000 sites covering over 22,500 hectares. It ensures public access to its woods
Excerpt from historicplaces.ca:
Description of Historic Place
Victoria Hall is a three-and-a-half-storey, commercial building built in the late 19th century. It is prominently located in a row of commercial buildings opposite Gore Park in the central commercial district of the city of Hamilton. The formal recognition consists of the building and the legal property on which it sat at the time of recognition. The building itself occupies almost all of the property.
Heritage Value
Victoria Hall was designated a national historic site because it is of national historic and architectural significance. It is a superior and rare example of a commercial building with a decorative, architectonic, sheet-metal façade, which is completely hand- rather than machine-made. Its well-designed and well-crafted, three-storey, metal façade comprised of high-relief architectural elements is largely intact. The building is an irreplaceable element in King Street's continuum of commercial architecture dating from the pre-confederation era to the present.
The conventional, late-19th-century commercial building is covered with a hand-made, galvanized-sheet-metal façade on the front of its upper three storeys. Designed by Hamilton architect William Stewart and erected for Alexander Bruce, a prominent Hamilton lawyer, the façade projects an image of prosperity by simulating the appearance of exuberant stone masonry. It is a very rare Canadian example of an in-situ, hand-made, sheet-metal façade and is one of the earliest and most architecturally accomplished of the surviving sheet metal façades in Canada. The façade is essentially intact.
Victoria Hall forms part of a continuous row of commercial buildings overlooking Gore Park, an area that has traditionally functioned as the city's commercial heart and the focal point of public events. Victoria Hall is among the last of the robust High-Victorian commercial buildings in the Gore area.
Character-Defining Elements
The key elements that relate to the heritage value of this site include:
- its hand-crafted, sheet-metal facade, covering the entire front of the building above the ground floor;
- the well-proportioned, three-bay, Italianate composition of the metal facade, with architectural elements fabricated in high relief;
- on the lower two storeys, flat-arched windows with rounded corners separated by elongated columns, all framed by rusticated pilasters;
- on the top floor, semi-circular arched windows with highly decorated voussoirs and large keystones;
- a prominent, bracketed cornice capping the façade;
- its successful simulation in galvanized sheet-metal of elaborately carved stone masonry;
- its prominent and highly visible location on King Street near the corner of John Street;
- its incorporation in a continuous row of commercial buildings along the south side of King Street;
- its direct relationship to the open landscaped space of Gore Park on the opposite side of the street.
My thoughts and sympathies are with all those affected by the recent attacks.
I feel very sorry for those who have lost loved ones, family, friends, neighbours and co workers.
I understand that for many the terrible events will stay with them for many years.
I hope and pray the pain which the people affected by these events will one day go, to be replaced with future happiness.
I hope the One Love Manchester concert will be a great success.
I will waste no words or thoughts for the terrorists.
I will say little about politicians promising extra police to try to get in power. Their words have little value.
But I will say. The British public have once again risen to the challenge.
Countless people helped fellow citizens. Often the people they helped they did not know. People who saved live's, supplied accommodation and food, some helped people who were lost.
Those who attack our country in such manner want to divide us. Make us change our ways.
But by keeping vigilant and working together, with our fellow citizens, friends, neighbours and the security services we will prosper and the madness will end.
Hate can only produce hate. So I will not preach hate.
Life is special, remarkable, irreplaceable and unique.
I can only offer my thoughts and prayers.
I wish everyone a happy week ahead.
May your live's be illuminated with love, joy, happiness and safety.
Kind regards
“If these olive trees could talk, they’d have a lot to say”
The local millennium olive tree groves in north eastern Spain are home to some very old trees, some over 2,000 years old, dating all the way back to Roman times.
This region of Spain has the greatest concentrations of millennium trees in the world, with over 4,000 of these behemoths in this area.
The disappearance of the olive trees is a loss for the people of Spain. As with heritage buildings, these organic remnants of past civilizations are a connection to the past and are irreplaceable.
The region of Maestrat (Castellón/Spain).
To love and to be loved...Love is the most powerful and beautiful force in the world. It is accepting someone completely, through every flaw and perfection. To love is to choose each other, not just in the easy moments but in the hardest times too. It’s about growing together, supporting one another, and being each other’s safe place. Love is found in the smallest gestures, in unspoken words, and in unwavering presence. True love has no limits, no conditions...it is pure, endless, and irreplaceable. ❤️
Les enfants du bidonville
Varanasi (Inde) - Dans le bidonville de La Kharbuza, on tente de survivre sans se poser la question de savoir si on est victime d’injustices ? La question ne se pose pas. C’est comme ça ! La religion hindouiste n’est pas étrangère à ce fatalisme. Une anesthésie spirituelle.
Certes, la misère règne au « royaume des invisibles », mais ici, les enfants sont comme partout ailleurs. Ils jouent, ils rient, ils pleurent. Grâce au travail acharné de leurs parents qui récupèrent et trient les déchets, ils parviennent à se nourrir au moins une fois par jour. Souvent avec le soutien des ONG indiennes. Il sont soignés gratuitement par l’association médicale « Action Bénarès ». Et pour ce que j’ai pu voir, leurs parents sont présents. Quand une famille est au travail, c’est une voisine ou une grand-mère qui se charge de surveiller les gamins. Dans le bidonville on n’a pas grand chose, alors on s’entraide. Et ce lien est irremplaçable. En Inde, tout le monde n’a pas cette « chance ».
The children of the slum
Varanasi (India) - In the slum of La Kharbuza, we try to survive without asking ourselves whether or not we are the victim of injustice? The question does not arise. It's like that ! The Hindu religion is no stranger to this fatalism. Spiritual anesthesia.
Admittedly, misery reigns in the "kingdom of the invisible", but here, the children are like everywhere else. They play, they laugh, they cry. Thanks to the hard work of their parents who collect and sort the waste, they manage to feed themselves at least once a day. Often with the support of Indian NGOs. They are free cared for of charge by the "Action Bénarès" medical association. And for what I've seen, their parents are present. When a family is at work, it is a neighbor or a grandmother who takes care of the kids. In the shanty town we don't have much, so we help each other. And this emotional bond is irreplaceable. In India, not everyone is this "lucky".
Although this experimental autonomous VT gained a nickname of "featherless hen" among the ground crews, its' combat reputation is quite fierce.
In a regular 0.8 - 1G environment Nightjars are unable to sustain prolonged flight - but that is not its purpose. Four main engines and numerous thruster blocks allow this machine to zap around the battlefield on a speeds unreachable for conventional ground vehicles.
It has no armor and rely solely on its' shields, active defense measures and, more importantly - agility. Without a flesh-and-blood pilot it performs maneuvers that would kill most of the conscious species if they were inside.
Its' tactics are subtile: while the bulk of the strike team faces the enemy - Nightjars get behind their lines and strike the most vulnerable parts of the mechas with its coilgun. They get in, bleed out the enemy and get out - the rest is for the main forces to handle.
While it can operate fully autonomous with its onboard AI the complex nature of its' tactics require a living pilot for it to shine. When remotely operated these VTs are the most effective.
Nightjar is too expensive and highly specialized model to be the mainstay of NCM's armed forces, but in some situations it is irreplaceable.
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Got really inspired by Nicks recent comeback and wanted to make something new myself. I built this without any plan really, mostly just playing around with parts.
It's been a tough year for all of us, tougher for some of us than others. Some of us had huge losses, losses of income, jobs, losses of events looked forward to each year, and worst of all, losses of loved ones. While jobs and events can be replaced and rescheduled, the losses of our loved ones are irreparable and our loved ones are irreplaceable. This month my sister lost her husband. He had struggled with Lewey Body Dementia for several years, and my sister struggled right along side of him. It was very difficult for her to lose the life that they shared together and to slowly lose him, little by little, until his body just gave up, and he was gone. This Christmas she is alone, on the other side of the country. In this Covid world, there is not much I can do about that, but this is my tribute to my brother-in-law, Perry and my gift to my sister Jackie ... which I think is fitting, because Perry was a Nikon man too. I remember sitting next to him at Thanksgiving one year, when he had the camera that I really wanted, and trying to make a switcharoo, when he wasn't looking... a quick upgrade for me! Jackie said he had a tin eye... and never took a good photo. I've seen pictures of him with his camera around his neck, but I never actually saw him take a picture! I remember when he said he wanted to upgrade to a full frame camera, and I was amused, and wondered.... WHY?!! A few years ago, my sister asked me if I wanted to come and stay with Perry, so that she could go on a trip that she had planned, and not worry about leaving Perry alone. A trip to Oregon?! Yes, please! Perry told me to bring my lenses and leave my camera body home. When I got there, he had a brand new Nikon ready for me!( Looking back, I can only wonder what my sister was thinking asking me to come and stay with Perry. She told me that I would need to remind him to take his medicine, and help him find things that he misplaced. Yes, what was she thinking? I forgot to remind him to take his medicine, we went to a ballgame together and I took my jacket off and asked HIM to remind ME not to leave it there. Let's be serious... she left me meals to serve for dinner with notes on preparation that started with... Take the plastic lid off before putting into the oven... and I had to send texts to friends asking them what a broiler pan looked like, prompting several of my Flickr friends at the time to post photos of broiler pans on their photostreams. Yes, what was she thinking?)
I am thankful to have had that time to spend with Perry. We went to a ballgame, went hiking, and sat and ate several meals together that were not topped with melted plastic. He was a career Navy man, a Commander (thank you for your service, Perry) and he was brilliant and interesting and funny, and he took good care of my sister.... oh, and I was his favorite. He will be missed. And I forgave him for not stopping at the craft show that Jackie told him to take me to on the way to the airport when I was leaving Oregon. I forgave him for driving right by, without even a glance, because you know... we needed to get to the airport on time. (Don't make me tell you just how early we arrived at the airport!) Anyway, this is my tribute and my gift... and even though it didn't turn out exactly as I had planned (the star is actually lit with red, white and blue lights, but you can't tell)... I tried. An American flag and a star shining for you, CDR. Perry S. Patterson ... a little Nikon photography, that we both loved. Thank you for letting me be your favorite. Your memory will shine on. Merry Chirtmas Jackie. I hope that next year we will all be together.
Merry Christmas to all my friends... wishing you all peace.
What nature gives with love, must be cared for with love
We live in a place where nature has an important place, therefore, caring for and respecting it becomes essential for our lives.
When we are lucky enough to help this chain of favors not break, we must be responsible with our commitments.
That is why I feel that it is essential to know that when you have a pet, a commitment to nature is assumed, therefore, it is not only enough to feed it, we also have the duty of loving care, and worrying about its well-being and happiness.
Loving with real responsibility what nature gives us, should be a reason for a constant smile, and a feeling of communion and union with the earth, as a unique and irreplaceable place.
photo by Melter Weatherwax
Gammelstad Church Town World Heritage — a world-class attraction
In 1996, Unesco added Gammelstad Church Town to its list of heritage objects worldwide that are deemed irreplaceable to mankind. Gammelstad has one of the biggest and best preserved church towns in the world, with more than 400 Church cottages surrounding the mediaeval stone church.
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From my grandfathers to ones we used in the 70's/80's to now. My collection.
National Camera Day is observed each year on June 29th. This day commemorates photographs, the camera, and their invention. A camera is an irreplaceable tool used to record and replicate memories, events, and people/places. Before the invention of the camera, the only resource to document a vision was a painting. The power of a camera provided many with a simple, inexpensive and fast solution.
George Eastman, also known as “The Father of Photography,” brought the camera to the masses. While he did not invent the camera, he did invent many additions that improved the use, ease, and production of the camera, making it widely available to homes around the world.
The original camera was large and bulky but has now evolved into something that can be as small as a pen. Cameras have many features and variations, making them appealing to men and women of all ages for personal and professional use.
Greetings my friends.
My thoughts and sympathies are with the families, friends and loved ones of the victims of this weeks events.
Life is special, remarkable, irreplaceable and unique.
I can only offer my thoughts and prayers.
The crash at Puglia (Italy) was tragic. A horrible event. There are many single railway lines in Europe. I know a few in Wales. I fully understand the friends and families will want answers.
The terrorist attack is Nice was an assault on France and humanity. I can not and will not understand the mind set which does such things. I do not wish to understand such thoughts or mind set. Like why a person kills so many innocents, so many children. As with the train crash in Italy my thoughts are with the friends and families of the victims, as well as the citizens of both countries. Who are my fellow Europeans.
My thoughts are also with the people of Turkey. The recent coup has caused the deaths of many innocent people and effected the lives of many other people.
Over the years I have met, known and been friends with people from the counties effected by the recent events.
Wishing everyone a good week ahead.
Take care and have fun.
Millie sadly died a week ago and has left a void in family life. She was 12 years old and was recently found to have liver cancer. Always very gentle but with boundless energy she is irreplaceable, but Milo, 16 months, needs a new companion to chase and swim with…..
You could blindfold a booklover and we'd still find our way to these shelves. We have a nose for good old books. There is nothing quite like the smell of a book - new or old it doesn't matter. The thing is that tactile feel in the hand and the smell of ink or old leather. You can keep your audio books, e-books and Kindles (I suspect most of those "books" are not really read anyway), a real book is irreplaceable. Now if only I had enough money to buy that special signed first edition of Joyce's Ulysses. That doesn't make cameras seem quite as expensive does it?
You can order from John Sainsbury online from anywhere in the world. So visit his site and see what he has. If he hasn't got what you want, there's a good chance he'll track it down for you.
Symondsbury Church stands in the centre of the village, and was probably built on the site of an earlier one. The date of its construction is not known, but the first Rector of whom there is a record came in 1325.
The Church was originally Gothic but the pillars are Perpendicular.
The Tower was the earliest part of the present building to be erected, and it is probable that it superseded an earlier Tower. The whole of the Tower was erected during the latter half of the Fourteenth Century. The walls of the lower stage are three feet thick, while those of the next stage are increased in thickness by an ingenious ‘corbelling’, and arches over these.
In the North and South Transept there are Hagioscopes or Squints – that is spyholes through which the congregation in the transepts could see the priest at the altar. It will be noticed that the view through the Squints does not now reach the Sanctuary – evidence that the Chancel has been lengthened.
The Transepts, Nave and Porch were certainly erected during the Fifteenth Century. The roof over the Nave is a Fiftenth Century barrel roof. It has seven bays each divided into four compartments with moulded purline ridges and transverse ribs and wall plates with shields and carved bosses. The framework of wood was made at West Bay by the shipwrights there. The South Porch is Fifteenth Century, square and battlemented with gargoyles in the cornices, the outer doorway is pointed with three mouldings, the inner doorway is chamfered. On the South Porch wall, there was, until recently, a famous old mass dial. The whole of the ancient stone roof coverings have been removed, and large blue slates of uniform size substituted.
The Choir Stalls are of special interest and value to Symondsbury people – the whole of the carvings, with the exception of four panels in the Clergy stalls were executed by amateurs within the Parish, namely Rev. C.F.L. Sweet, Mr. Sidney Cookson, and Mr. Ernest Hutchings and are therefore irreplaceable.
Rev. G. Sweet was drowned whilst punting at Oxford, August 7th, 1919, the day following his wedding, aged 29 years.
The Font was formerly the property of the Bedfordbury Chapel in St. Martin’s Lane, London.
HBM!!!
Flash cards, phonics, sight words, etc....these things all helped in learning to read, but one thing I know for sure, I owe a huge thank you to Dr. Seuss. Not only did these books make reading so much fun for me when I was little, but they have been an irreplaceable resource in teaching my kids how to read.
The favorites around our house are, Fox in Socks, The Cat in The Hat, Are You My Mother?, and Marvin K Mooney, Will You Please Go Now! What are your favorites?
I really wish this would have turned
out better, but the lighting in my house this time of year is just so poor.