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Game brought over to Flickr by Zyris De'Lat. I was tagged by Zyris De'Lat, Sara, and wholeeah - JCF. Thanks so much -- if you see this, I hope you'll consider playing along (just don't tell your dolls!) ;)
Game rules: Rules: If you were stuck on a deserted island, which five dolls would you have with you? You can only bring five!
About this photo: I opted just to do an Integrity Toys top five because having to choose between my childhood characters in Metro Community and these beautiful girls for one group was going to be brutal, lol. I approached the game from the perspective that I might never be rescued off the island and would want my "ultimate" dolls with me. Here are my choices:
Top Row:
The Poppy trio --
1. Beatnik Blues. She'll always be my ultimate Poppy girl.
2. Sunny Slickers. This little one quickly became a favorite the minute she arrived and is already my travel doll, so she'd might as well be stuck with me in a random destination. :)
and
3) Starlight. She was my first bohemian/hippie Poppy before Peace of My Heart ever came along, and I still find myself thinking of ways to style her.
*Honorable mention Poppys: (if I had a life raft to send for Spicy in Spain or Time of the Season, they'd be here, too, lol. They probably round out my top five Poppys.)
Bottom Row:
This was hard -- there were a few others I wanted to put here, but ultimately, I'd consider these two ladies irreplaceable, so that put them on the list.
1) Feminine Perspective Agnes. The first Agnes to ever really steal my "Sweet Poppy" loving heart -- she is such the ultimate Agnes for me that any other version has a hard time staying here (yes, I may be parting with the only other Agnes I have because she just can't measure to this lady for me).
2) Natural Wonder Rayna. I was pretty unfamiliar with this sculpt when I first laid eyes on her at the Wclub luncheon. In fact, people had to tell me that she was a Rayna, but when I first saw her, I couldn't believe there could exist such a beautiful doll. I could put her in a paper sack, a tissue or the worst Barbie clothes I own, and she'd still blow me away. :)
"There is an optical illusion that one always falls for even if the trick is understood. The further one is from other people, the more vulnerable they may appear.
You see yourself as who you are with your flaws just as clear as your successes. You see most other people on their terms but only from the side that they present to the world.
At first glance they have everything figured out. With everything set in stone securely embedded in their community, wrapped up with their loved ones, their lives like a finished work of art... but it's only just a trick of perspective because you cannot see the cracks from a distance. How insecure their footing, how malleable they really are. How many years years of effort to shaping their persona into something acceptable. How many hands it took for them to build their lives, but they're still ever a working progress.
It's a kind of basic human vulnerability that we would all find familiar and still somehow surprisingly when we notice it in others. It's an open question to why we have so much public confidence and such private doubts.
Perhaps that contradiction is what keeps us moving, wanting to be more than what we are but we'll never be satisfied. Maybe it lets us keep our distance, to avoid creating friction as we brush past each other. Maybe it's what draws us together. It becomes the only irreplaceable thing that we still need each other for. Just one last excuse to keep stopping by so we can prop each other up and remind ourselves that nothing is set in stone not even for who we are or who we pretend to be."
Until my visit to St Ives in Cornwall this year, I didn’t know that the RNLI* operated a lifeguard service on selected beaches across the UK.
As well as running a full-on 24-hour lifeboat service at St Ives, here on Porthmeor beach they also keep a watchful eye on surfers who come from miles around to enjoy the sport – no doubt reassured by the presence of the lifeguards.
RNLI lifeguards are qualified in lifesaving and casualty care, and must be able to swim 200 metres in under 3½ minutes, and run 200 metres on sand in under 40 seconds (try it, and see how you do!) They monitor sea conditions and set up the appropriate flags, watch the people on the beach and in the water, and they also offer safety advice in situ and in school classrooms. It's all part of the (unique and irreplaceable) service.
* If you're from overseas, let me tell you that the RNLI is the Royal National Lifeboat Institution, which runs a globally renowned sea rescue service around the coast of the British Isles. Founded in 1824, it's a charity that's funded by public donations; it receives no government grant at all.
I've been feeling restless around my work these past few months. I haven't been shooting or even thinking about shooting much. In this photography lapse I've been revisiting old negatives -- which I have always considered precious and irreplaceable, things which are to be collected and loved -- and intentionally ruin them. Through rubbing the emulsion against chalkboards and gouging any trace of identity from the cellophane, I have been working to distance myself from my desire to collect these perfect, reproducible images.
My Golden Retriever Buddy! Best Dog ever. Passed away back in 09. Still Miuss him to this day. if I had a house with a Fenced Yard i would get another one. Though, Buddy is irreplaceable!!
Sometime, we experience the loss in the life. It may be a person, favorite thing, or own precious memories. Those are irreplaceable.
At that time, we cannot resist.
At that time, we might see despair.
At that time, does the flower become a little hope?
SENZA DI TE NON CI STO PIU'
Appena qualche decina d'anni fa i nostri affetti ed attenzioni erano rivolti agli amici a quattro zampe,insostituibili compagni di vita.
Ora,sebbene in quasi ogni casa continuino ad esserci cani o gatti,il centro d'interesse globale è assolutamente lo smartphone.
Ce lo portiamo al lavoro,a scuola,al parco,perfino in chiesa e forse anche al cimitero...se lo dimentichi a casa sei anche capace di tornare indietro con l'auto a recuperarlo, sebbene ti trovi già a decine e decine di chilometri di distanza.
Spesso lo sostituiamo con l'ultimissimo modello sul mercato sebbene quello in nostro possesso sia ancora perfettamente funzionante...per non parlare poi delle tragedie che si possono scatenare se finisce in mani sbagliate.
Tutto bello o brutto, a seconda dei casi ma quant'è la vita media di questo nostro amico insostituibile ???
Se un cane od un gatto in media vivono dai 10 - 13 anni uno smartphone dopo tre o quattro anni è già da buttare....un rapporto "durata affetti" decisamente sbilanciato.
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WITHOUT YOU I ARE NOT MORE
Just a few decades ago our affections and attentions were aimed at our four-legged friends, irreplaceable companions of life.
Now, although in almost every home there are still dogs or cats, the center of global interest is absolutely the smartphone.
We take it to work, to school, to the park, even to church and maybe even to the cemetery ... if you forget it at home you are also able to go back with the car to retrieve it, although you are already at dozens and dozens of kilometers away.
We often replace it with the latest model on the market although the one in our possession is still fully functional ... not to mention the tragedies that can be triggered if it ends up in the wrong hands.
All good or bad, depending on the case but how much is the average life of this irreplaceable friend of ours ???
If a dog or cat on average has been living for 10 to 13 years, a smartphone should be thrown away after three or four years ... a decidedly unbalanced "duration" relationship.
CANON EOS 6D Mark II con ob. CANON EF 100 mm f./2,8L Macro IS USM
Rudi - my sister's undeniably cute young poodle - is getting all the attention today. I managed to get this shot of Ella earlier just before my batteries failed and had to upload it; wouldn't want her getting jealous!
Yesterday we had the privilege of exploring this forest deep within Vancouver Island's Tsitika River Valley. Here there are ancient yellow cedars like this one that may be at least 1500 years old. These fast disappearing ecosystems take thousands of years to establish themselves, and if harvested, are basically irreplaceable
Famous transport on the island of Santorini is a donkey, carrying not only locals but also tourists in the city and to different attractions. Donkeys are so convenient and irreplaceable as the vehicle that the grateful inhabitants of Santorini put the monument is a sculpture of his assistant.
Donkeys in Santorini, indeed, very popular, they enjoy the respect and love of people, so surround them from all sides. The natural landscape and the location of cities on the island does not allow access to some parts in another way, except as donkeys.
Oia. Santorini Island (Greece)
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“Do not let your fire go out, spark by irreplaceable spark in the hopeless swamps of the not-quite, the not-yet, and the not-at-all. Do not let the hero in your soul perish in lonely frustration for the life you deserved and have never been able to reach. The world you desire can be won. It exists.. it is real.. it is possible.. it's yours.”
― Ayn Rand, Atlas Shrugged
I discovered to my surprise today that through the hole of 2024 I have not uploaded a single image. This is, though unacceptable to me, understandable, as not only have I spent much of this year working on a large but highly personal photographic project, but it has also been a year of great trials, emotional upheaval, self discovery, and trauma.
It seems fitting then that this first upload of the year comes quite close to the start of the story which lead into the struggle.
This image was taken at the end of 2019. I had taken on some short term work, as I required a financial boost, but was committed long term to working freelance. This job however, did not go well. At the time, I was in the beginnings of a budding long distance relationship, but one in which the other half was extremely tentative, which was causing me great stress, on-top of which I was struggling with a seemingly undiagnosable health issue. All this lead to my being brought into an office where a man whom I had never had contact with told me that he was the man in charge and that I was working too slowly for his liking. He then proceeded to show that there were cameras on us at all times (which I was unaware of) and that I had "wasted time" taking off my coat.
It took me far longer to work out that this was not worth the effort than I am proud of. After about five minutes of returning to work, I could take no more, and left, having a family member collect me, as I was too distressed to drive.
All this to say, I saw this extraordinary and terrible site on the way home, and knew that to exorcise the experience of that evening from my mind, I had to get the image. I raced home and got my camera, only to race back, now on foot and capture the image of this blaze.
My efforts were not wholly in vain. The image was shortly thereafter, used in the local press. It is perhaps such small victories which carry us through our toughest times.
I hope this blog like style of writing to accompany my images is something which you can all engage with, as I intend to do more of it as I upload this year. Given that I have so many images over the last five years yet to share, it seems sensible to reminisce as I go. I have many more projects underway to share, and I greatly appreciate any and all support.
(I want express my deepest, though late, sympathy for the owners of the barn, who were the victims of this fire. I hope the issue was resolved quickly and has not caused any lasting or irreplaceable damage.)
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Let us look for secret things somewhere in the world on the blue shore of silence or where the storm has passed rampaging like a train.
There the faint signs are left, coins of time and water, debris, celestial ash and the irreplaceable rapture of sharing in the labour of solitude in the sand.
Pablo Neruda
press L, it's much nicer... :)
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and you can listen to this:
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be your own beloved. day 1. going to meet me. always late...
"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 is yours"
Ayn Rand
Priceless irreplaceable Baltimore and Ohio rolling stock rots away on "display" at the B&O Museum.
There is no pride in the displays at this place. Every time I return to Baltimore the equipment looks even worse. I know it costs money for restoration, but it is just sad how this stuff has been allowed to rot. This rare surviving B&O SD35 should be an example of the pride of B&O locomotion; instead it is a pitiful display of urban blight.
• For We're Here! — "The League of Extraordinary Journalers"
Today is International Day of Happiness. I was personally very happy to find my old journal that i started when i was in school. I used to carry this with me everywhere and jot down ideas for concepts, things i wanted to shoot (either for school or not), inspirations. The particular pages in the image on the right show my notes and "mind map" for a school assignment that ultimately generated one of my favorite images: this photo of Patrick.
Nowadays, i make notes wherever i am in the fantastic and irreplaceable Evernote, but there's something about the physical act of writing/sketching on paper that electronic devices will never replace. Maybe i'll start carrying a notebook again...
Be happy today!!!
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Bow Lake is a small lake in western Alberta, Canada. It is located on the Bow River, in the Canadian Rockies, at an altitude of 1920 m.
The lake lies south of the Bow Summitt, east of the Waputik Range (views including Wapta Icefield, Bow Glacier, Bow Peak, Mount Thompson, Crowfoot Glacier and Crowfoot Mountain) and west of the Dolomite Pass, Dolomite Peak and Cirque Peak.
Bow Lake is one of the lakes that line the Icefields Parkway in Banff National Park and Jasper National Park, other such lakes being Hector Lake, Lake Louise, Peyto Lake, Mistaya Lake, Waterfowl Lakes, Chephren Lake and Sunwapta Lake.
Bow Lake is the closest lake to the headwaters of Bow River, and has a total area of 3.21 km²
This is one of the many lakes on the highway between Banff and Jasper. The turquiose coloured waters are typical of the numerous spectacular lakes that are on this route.
To travel the Icefields Parkway is to experience one of Canada's national treasures and most rewarding destinations. Stretching 232km (144mi.) through the heart of the Canadian Rocky Mountain Parks World Heritage Site, this world-class journey offers access to a vast wilderness of pristine mountain lakes, ancient glaciers and broad sweeping valleys. This special travel route winds its way through two national parks, boasting a unique and irreplaceable landscape rich in history and natural beauty second to none.
‘The cemeteries are full of irreplaceable people, all of whom have been replaced.’ (Georges Clemenceau)
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EXPLORE. September 11, 2008
Love
Trust
Integrity
Friendship
Life
Friendship
Integrity
Trust
Love
~ All are
irreplaceable.
Therefore
not to be taken
for granted.
My Flickr friends ~
if you are in my contact list.
You are a cherished friend.
You are irreplaceable...
This is how important you are
to this traveling man...
And just like the strands of this spinner
we all are in this
together.
La Biblioteca del Parlamento en Ottawa (Canadá) es un hito en su país, tanto así que adorna la parte posterior de un billete de dólar canadiense. El edificio se inspiró en la sala de lectura del Museo Británico. La sala de lectura principal tiene un techo abovedado que complementa las paredes y las columnas de pino blanco con tallas de gran detalle de flores, máscaras, texturas y criaturas míticas. La colección de la Biblioteca se compone de más de 600.000 artículos y está a cargo de 300 empleados.
El 3 de febrero de 1916, hacia las 21 horas, se inició un incendio de poca envergadura en la sala de lectura del edificio central. Creció rápidamente hasta convertirse en un fuego devastador que se cobró 7 vidas y no dejó en pie más que una estructura carbonizada, con excepción del ala noroeste y la biblioteca, que se salvaron del incendio. Si uno de los empleados no hubiera cerrado a tiempo las puertas de hierro de la biblioteca miles de obras irremplazables también se hubieran perdido.
La Bibliothèque du Parlement à Ottawa (Canada) est une étape importante dans votre pays, si bien que orne le dos d'un billet du dollar canadien. Le bâtiment a été inspiré par la salle de lecture du British Museum. La salle de lecture principale a un plafond voûté qui complète les murs et les colonnes de pin blanc, avec des sculptures magnifiquement détaillés de fleurs, des masques et des créatures mythiques textures. La collection de la bibliothèque se compose de plus de 600.000 articles et est en charge de 300 employés.
Le 3 Février, 1916, à 21 h, un feu a commencé à faible
l'échelle dans la salle de lecture du bâtiment principal. Il a rapidement grandi
devenir un incendie dévastateur qui a fait sept morts et laissé debout plus d'une
la structure carbonisée, à l'exception de l'aile
Nord-Ouest et de la bibliothèque, qui ont été sauvés
feu. Si l'un des employés avait pas fermé dans le temps les portes de fer
bibliothèque de milliers d'œuvres irremplaçables ont également été perdus.
The Library of Parliament in Ottawa (Canada) is a milestone in your country, so much so that adorns the back of a Canadian dollar bill. The building was inspired by the reading room of the British Museum. The main reading room has a vaulted ceiling that complements the walls and columns of white pine with beautifully detailed carvings of flowers, masks and mythical creatures textures. The library collection consists of over 600,000 items and is in charge of 300 employees.
On February 3, 1916, at 21 am, a fire started low
scale in the reading room of the main building. It quickly grew
become a devastating fire that claimed seven lives and left standing more than a
charred structure, except for the wing
Northwest and the library, which were saved
fire. If one of the employees had not closed in time the iron gates
library of thousands of irreplaceable works have also been lost.
"You hear strange whisperings among the tree tops, as if the giants were taking counsel together. One after another, nodding and swaying, calling and replying, spreads the news, until all with one accord break forth into glorious song, welcoming the first grand snowstorm of the year...."
--- John Muir
This image told me to post it, quite without any warning, so I am a bit at a loss for anything much to add in terms of wordage. I was browsing through one of my folders, looking at thumbnails, seeing what was what, making sure everybody was behaving themselves and this one jumped at me. I have three (or so I thought) good shots in this series, two of which I have posted so far, and this one now makes four. Honestly I forgot I ever even took such a photo. Looking at it now, I recognize it as one I took and remember when and where, but this is a shot that never stuck with me. Good thing I at least scanned it in, otherwise I may or may not have ever found it and brought it to the light of day. I tell fellow photographers this quite a bit, to constantly at decent intervals go spelunking back through your old photos, see where you have been and what you have done. You will no doubt find some forgotten gems. See, usually we like to look at our photos right away. The need for instant gratification and to relive those places we just were is often too much to resist. This is also an area where digital photography can be a bit dangerous, but more on that in a moment. Anyway, we tend to look at our photos if not the same day or the next, at least within the week. The anticipation, the excitement, we just have to. Yippee, new photos. At the same time though, when we look at photos while we have the memories of those places and moments so fresh, we judge those photos with a different set of criteria and sometimes this causes otherwise great photos to be sifted through because they do not have what we were looking for at that moment. This happens to me a great deal. I shoot, play with my favorites, move on and shoot more. Every six months or so I go back and look through old prints and sure enough suddenly I have a new appreciation for photos I previously had passed up. Sometimes I even end up liking them better than others from the same roll that made the initial cut.
I warn about digital here, because it is so easy to delete photos. Usually a couple of button presses and that file is gone forever. And which photos get deleted? Well of course the ones we don't like.... at that time. But what about later? How many of those photos that get wiped away to nothing may have proven of worth at some later point in time in some currently unimaginable way. For me this is one advantage of working in a photo lab, because everything gets printed, every roll, every negative. And I keep all those prints. Sure they stack up, but that is what closets are for, right? Hehe ahem hmmm... Even the digital images I shoot though, I keep everything. Even the blurry or out of focus shots, sometimes I like those the best. You just never know when your aesthetics might shift, or a building is demolished and that previously mundane shot you took of it has new meaning, or a relative passes away and that slightly underexposed shot of them eating turkey at Thanksgiving becomes an irreplaceable image. Keep everything, delete and throw away nothing, and brush the dust off of those old prints now and then and go back through your photographs. They do after all represent moments you have lived and breathed, and hopefully good ones at that. Remind yourself, you never know what you will find.
Ok, so maybe I did think of something to say... ;-) I just have to say, I love the curve of the hill from left to right in this photo.
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.
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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.
Return to innocence... after a life of continuous uncertainty, frustrations, painful trials, irreplaceable losses, ephemeral moments of lucidity, small pieces of happiness, endless journeys, returning to innocence, to lost childhood can be an impossible task… but a beautiful dream
Gouache on stretched canvas 24x30cm.
Hear Elvis Presley
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A tribute to Elvis Presley, who still lives on in the memory and hearts of millions of his admirers and fans all over the world - irreplaceable as ever, and very much alive in his unique iconic style.
I don't really know what's wrong with Flickr but at some of your streams my comments just don't appear. "Error - We couldn't post your comment", is all Flickr has to say. Is Marissa Mayer screwing things up again?
Höfði is a house in northern Reykjavík, the capital city of Iceland, built in 1909. Höfði is located at Félagstún. Initially, it was built for the French consul Jean-Paul Brillouin in Iceland and was the exclusive residence of poet and businessman Einar Benediktsson (1864-1940) for many years. It is best known as the location for the 1986 Reykjavík Summit meeting of presidents Ronald Reagan of the United States and Mikhail Gorbachev of the Union of Soviet Socialist Republics. That effectively was a step to the end of the Cold War. Within the building the flags of the USA and the USSR are cross-hung to commemorate the meeting.
The city of Reykjavík purchased the house in 1958, restored it to its former glory. From that time used it for formal receptions and festive occasions.
On 25 September 2009, on the building's 100th birthday, Höfði was damaged in a fire. All irreplaceable artifacts were saved.
All warriors understand the need to face and defeat the enemy. Both aspects of the task can be challenging. Both can require thought, insight, and planning. Failures in any of those areas can cost unnecessary time and irreplaceable lives.
BBC News 24 - Paris 15-04-2019
A tragedy. In this live BBC TV feed it appears that the entire wooden and slate roof has been lost.
It looks like there's enough of the cathedral left for it to be reconstructed. However, many priceless and irreplaceable artifacts will no doubt have been lost forever.
www.nytimes.com/2019/04/15/world/europe/notre-dame-fire-w...
How the fire spread:
www.nytimes.com/interactive/2019/04/15/world/europe/paris...
Blow Fly (Calliphoridae)
I know most people don't like flies, and I must say, I'm not a big fan of them too, but it must be admitted, flies are great natural design and irreplaceable cleaners of our garbage!
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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.
Named for the famous iron works at Tredegar, Wales, Tredegar Iron Works opened in 1837 and stood as Richmond's foremost business concern for more than a century. The city’s location next to a waterpower source, its proximity to working coalfields, and the development of the railroad industry in the 1830's and 1840's, made Richmond the iron and coal center of the South. Iron ore was brought to the city from western Virginia via the James River and Kanawha Canal, which ran past Tredegar.
The iron works' rise to prominence began in 1841, when Joseph R. Anderson first became associated with what then was a nearly bankrupt enterprise. In the middle of a period of severe depression in the American iron industry, Anderson brought Tredegar a measure of prosperity. By 1854, Anderson purchased the facility outright from its shareholders, and J. R. Anderson and Co. supplanted the Tredegar Iron Company to become one of the largest and best-equipped foundries in the nation. The facility manufactured a diverse array of products, including cannon and ordnance for the government, locomotives, and equipment for sugar mills.
The onset of the Civil War in 1861 meant a steady workload for Tredegar. The Confederate authorities selected Richmond as the capital of the Confederacy that year, in part because of Tredegar's irreplaceable value to the fledgling nation. Shortages of both raw material and skilled labor kept Anderson's operation from functioning at full capacity during the war years; nonetheless, Tredegar produced more than 1,000 cannons for the Confederacy. It also made armor plating for use on Confederate ironclad warships, including the famous CSS Virginia. Anderson's shops experimented with submarines, cannon designs, and countless other projects associated with the southern war effort.
Although Anderson survived the Civil War and the collapse of the Confederate government, the financial panic of 1873 and the increasing prevalence of steel over iron brought about the gradual demise of his 19th-century industrial complex. The iron works continued production until 1952, when a fire destroyed the majority of its buildings. Three antebellum buildings have been salvaged and restored: a small office building, a pattern shop, and the much larger cannon foundry that dates from 1861.
Some stabilization and restoration work on Tredegar occurred in the 1970's, and in 2000, the National Park Service developed Tredegar into its primary visitor center for the Richmond-area Civil War battlefields. In 2006, a private nonprofit museum opened in the cannon foundry, now called The American Civil War Center at Historic Tredegar. The center tells the story of the Civil War from Union, Confederate, and African American perspectives.
Lenox Tower, the Mitchell, IL, convergence of the Chicago and Alton, the Big Four, and the Wabash, all three spliced by a connection with the Alton and Southern. For trains entering St. Louis from the north and east, Lenox Tower was a landmark denoting the entrance to the metropolitan area and its convoluted spaghetti of trackage criss-crossing throughout. Lenox was in itself a complex web--a plant comprised of dozens of switches thrown only through the permission of hundreds of bars interlocked through tiny blocks which, if all lined up in perfect configuration, would enable a permissive aspect to illuminate a route for an oncoming train. The tower's second story floorboards withstood the nearly constant trampling of tower operators, scampering about all the while tugging pistol-grip handles in turn sending a unique electrical command to line a switch or illuminate a signal to safely control the crossing of diamonds, the divergence through the puzzle switch, or the highball of such crack passenger trains as the Abraham Lincoln, Wabash Cannon Ball, or in later years, the Texas Eagle, all threading the needle through a multitude of less prominent freights. Built for the Big Four, coming under control of mighty parent New York Central, finally being passed around like an unwanted stepchild to Union Pacific, Lenox Tower changed hands often since its construction in 1924, but it remained mostly unchanged in both purpose and in operation throughout its years. But time and technology were destined to catch up eventually.
The calendar on the wall reads October 2018, the last calendar month to ever grace the bulletin boards of Lenox. For Halloween Day will bring with it death, as the pipelines threading away from the tower like a spider's legs will be severed, and the friendly faces of local tower operators pulling pistol-grip levers to line train movements will be replaced by three initials punching keystrokes onto a generic computer screen inside a dark dungeon hundreds of miles away in Omaha. We're inside a relic living out its last working days, nearly 100 years of St. Louis' railroad history housed inside its walls and out, irreplaceable for the stories it could tell and the emblematic operational practices that it demands that will die along with it. For now, its cluttered yet lively walls hide the inevitable, and the tower operator has southbound Amtrak Lincoln Service train #303 safely lined through the plant on Springfield Sub Main 1 destined for St. Louis.
The tower building stood for another two and a half years following its closure at the end of October 2018. On May 17, 2021, it met its ultimate death at the cold steel claws of an excavator. And yet another stalwart of railroading past has fallen, replaced by the efficiency and sterility of the digital age.
Taken with permission, rather obviously, on an unforgettable afternoon spent in the innerworkings of one of America's last manned interlocking towers.
Höfði built in 1909, and best known as the location for the 1986 Reykjavík Summit meeting of President Ronald Reagan of the United States and General Secretary Mikhail Gorbachev of the Soviet Union. This meeting was an important step towards ending of the Cold War. Within the building, the flags of the United States and the Soviet Union are cross-hung to commemorate the meeting.
The house was built in 1909 and is located at Félagstún. It was initially built for the French consul in Iceland, Jean-Paul Brillouin, and was the exclusive residence of poet and businessman Einar Benediktsson (1864–1940) for twelve years (1913–1925). From 1925 to 1937 painter Louisa Matthíasdóttir grew up in the house since her family resided there.
In the 1940s and 1950s, it was home to the British Embassy in Reykjavík. The city of Reykjavík purchased the house in 1958, and restored it. From then on it has been used for formal receptions and festive occasions.
On 25 September 2009, on the building's 100th birthday, Höfði was damaged in a fire. All irreplaceable artifacts were saved.
In 2015, Einar Benediktsson's statue, by Ásmundur Sveinsson, was moved to a spot near Höfði house.
The house, which shows the influence of Jugendstil, was prefabricated in Norway, shipped to Iceland and erected in 1909 for the French consul, before permission for the house had been granted by the city planning department.[5] At the time of construction it was the largest private estate in the city.
Before the house was built, the site was used to make the first radio communications between Iceland and the outside world on 26 June 1905, when contact was made with Poldhu in Cornwall, UK, with a Marconi antenna. The effort was instigated by poet Einar Benediktsson. The antenna was in use until October 1906.
Local legend
The memoirs of one of the earliest occupants of Höfði state that the house is inhabited by the spirit of a young woman. Accounts vary on who she is but most commonly she is either a suicide or drowning victim. John Greenway, who inhabited the house in 1952, insisted that it be sold and the British consulate moved elsewhere, because of what he called "bumps in the night". He even applied for special permission from the Foreign Office to do so. That same year the house was sold back to the Icelandic government.
Popular local legends differ from the accounts of the house's inhabitants; the most popular of which is that the house is a Viking burial site. For this reason, locals say the liquor cabinet of the house is frequently raided by spirits.
The legend has even gained recognition by the Foreign Ministry, who have officially stated that "We do not confirm or deny that the Höfði has a ghost.
Each choir stall had a different carving - and the fronts and backs were all different too. I only photographed a few of them.
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.
Assignment Mats A Week 4 | In order to be irreplaceable, one must always be different - Coco Chanel | Wall Art
Former RAF BAC Jet Provosts await their Fast Taxi slots at Bruntingthorpe during a 'Cold War Jets' day back in 2012
In working order (or near working order) there are:
three Jet Provosts
four Buccaneers
two Lightnings
a Comet
a Nimrod
a VC-10
a Victor
a Hunter
a Canberra
a Sea Vixen
along with several other long term projects
BUT
Sadly it's all change at Bruntingthorpe!
See:
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and please
sign the petition at the top right of the page there or if on a mobile the prompt comes up in red at the bottom - thanks
SONY DSC
On display at the Joe Bortz Auto Museum c.1993
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Today, I'm very happy to host a great friend and artist.
Without him, Flickr would definitely be a sadder place.
He is the wildest dream of every penguin girl :P
Ladies and gentlemen, the funniest, the doodest, the irreplaceable: Mr. Pengu Wes - and his little cute buddy Pengy!
Cla: Hi, Pengu! Thank you for accepting my invitation!
Pengu: Hello, Cla! I was more than happy to accept the invitation from a dear friend! Thank you for thinking I am interesting enough to be interviewed!
C.: You certainly are, Pengu! Let's start from the beginning: How and when did your Second Life start?
P.: So back in 2017 I looked around SL after watching a video on YouTube long ago that was poking fun at the platform. I was in-world for maybe… 1 hour, then did not come back until 2 years later.
What brought me back was, well, a different (and hilarious) video on YouTube about SL with this guy claiming to be the Mayor of Second Life. I roped my partner, Andie, into the world, and we pretty much got sucked into the world of SL on July 2019 and have stuck around since!
C.: At some point, a little penguin named Pengy came into your SL and photos. Tell us about this magical encounter? Which type of pictures you like to take with him? And which type he likes to take with you?
P.: I joke about how Pengy magically appeared and descended from the heavens from a hot air balloon into my SLife. But, if I am going to be honest… the name “Pengy” came from a typo Andie made so long ago. It sounded like it should be a name for a little penguin!
Thus, Pengy was born! His first official appearance was driving us and my friend around in a car (flic.kr/p/2kSw4eb). This is one of many times he is seen driving around. I cannot say he is the best driver though, as many of my friends know!
My favorite snaps with Pengy are typically the type where the viewer realllllyy has to search hard for him. Kind of like a “Where’s Waldo” game. Of course, Pengy’s favorite type of photos are when he is the star--usually involves him getting into trouble like crashing into things with a vehicle. Or whenever he gets to look super cute.
C.: You are a talented artist with a unique funny and cute creative streak, but you also are a blogger, a blogger manager and a social media manager for several popular brands and events. How did you grow through these experiences? Which of those roles do you like the most?
P.: I feel like when I decided to take a dive into the blogger world it made me push my creative muscles more, because I really wanted to represent the brands I blog for in a fun and inventive way. This paved the way for me to be picked up by Ananas, starting out as one of their bloggers, and then their social media manager. Which has been so fun, and I get to interact with some fantastic people like Diff, the creator of Ananas, and Bleue, the blogger manager of Ananas, and all of the wonderful bloggers of the brand.
It led me to being a social media manager, and then the blogger manager for Cat-Noodle, a brand owned by Bleue and her partner, Eimear. That was where I learned so much more about blogging, what to look for, and appreciate the different blogging styles. Giving feedback and interacting with the bloggers was really fun, and being a blogger myself, I feel like I had an eye to see the effort a blogger has put in a photo, and I love giving them props for those efforts.
After Cat-Noodle closed, a new opportunity was presented to me to become the blogger manager of a brand new event called The New Ones. Still making my way through this new experience!
All in all, I think my favorite role is blogger. I do have a love for doing such goofy and cute photos. I don’t take myself too seriously, but I respect the craft of SL photography, and enjoy the hobby immensely.
C.: Aside Pengy, the other significant member of your family is your partner Andie. We all know beside a successful man there is always a great woman, so how does she support you in this crazy adventure of yours?
P.: Andie is an instrumental and important part of my adventures in SL. She is a tremendous reason why I stick around on the platform as much as I do. When I ventured into blogging she was fully supportive, and continues to be as I reached milestones throughout my blogging journey. She is always happy to take part in my silly ideas. Though, yes, sometimes she rolls her eyes at some of the crazy things Pengy and I get into, she is always happy to participate in the goofiness! Andie makes my SL brighter and full of laughs. I just adore and love her.
C.: What's your favorite photo among all the ones you took?
P.: Oh, that is a difficult question, Cla! I cannot possibly pick a favorite! But I’ll say one of the favorite types of photos I like to do are collaborations. Working and talking to a friend who gets as much joy as I do with SL photography is a fantastic experience. And then to see the different versions of photos we take together is so fascinating and fun to see how we visualize the same set up of a photo but in different ways!
C.: Triple R (www.flickr.com/photos/pengu_wes/albums/72157716782119041) is a series of yours I personally love because it combines two of the best things in life: friends and food! And it also made us know about all your friends’ favorite foods. But which is yours?
P.: Aw, Rundowns, Roadsides and Restaurants (Triple R) is a series very near and dear to my heart. It was what helped me break out and meet Flickr friends in world.
As for my favorite food, I loooove Southeast Asian cuisine. Pad Thai and pho rank among my favorites!
C.: They say the funniest people are often the saddest ones. Does it apply to you?
P.: I would not say it applies to me. I think, in general, I have a very chill attitude. The world can be dark, and really depressing sometimes, and I just want to help a bring a bit of brightness to it with my goofy personality.
C.: We are at the end of our interview. As for the last question, I would invite you to make yourself a question and give yourself an answer.
P.: “How to make friends in SL?” is a very popular question brought up for newbies and old timers alike. How would you answer this question?
I think it all comes down to interests and really putting yourself out there. Like real life, it can be intimidating to try to make new friends in a brand new community. Being part of the SL Flickr community, and interacting with others has really led me to finding some really wonderful friendships on this platform. Triple R served as a creative vehicle for me to meet new people, and while I was really nervous about reaching out to people to do a photo with me, it was well worth it. I have learned from them, shared so many laughs, and always encourage them as they continue their SL photography adventures just like me.
Thank you so much, Pengu, for your time, for opening yourself up by sharing many of your interesting thoughts, and for making us smile once again!
See you all in two weeks time with the next episode of NSLS
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In Scotland we have a series of archeological features built between 500-4,000 years before Christ. We treasure these as the irreplaceable historical artifacts they are. Nah, we leave them out in fields where they offer shelter to sheep and cows.
Just to be clear then, anywhere up to 6,000 years ago a bunch of folks, who had way better things to do (finding enough to eat), set about moving around, and erecting, the biggest pieces of stone they could find. It is amazing to stand in the wind and snow and put your hands on something that was put there by other hands, 300 generations or so ago. And they are everywhere. Which doesn't mean they are always easy to get to or easy to find, but well worth the effort - hail, horizontal rain, or snow. I plan to return with these to try a little watercoloring for final.