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28 bucks at a garage sale. The owner wanted forty but when I asked if they would hold it for me while I went to the bank he said, "What's in your wallet?"
I splurged for new brake cables and handlebar tape...the rest came from the parts bin.
365 body project: day 348
12.14.15 nll
“The body knows things a long time before the mind catches up to them.”
-Sue Monk Kidd The Secret Life of Bees
Would you really like to know why I am looking so happy on this photo? Its because I am feeling well and healthy and happy and contented and guess what? I am going to stay blonde. Ive been "Red Ed" for years, and although I have loved being a red head I felt like a complete and utter change. This means I can wear scarlet and hot pinks now without it clashing with the hair!
So now no one on flickr can call me Lucy (Lucille Ball) anymore........I think its the spirit of one of my heroines, and guides: Miss Diana Dors.
ALSO Guess what?!!!!! Now Fluffy has built the pergola we are now spending the next month of Sundays filling it in and its going to be.......
The Ancient Egyptian Healing Therapy room!
We are building the roof as a pyramid, putting in double glazed windows and doors and the floor is going to be gold...there will be orange voile at the windows, armchairs all of an Ancient Egyptian theme. I am going to purchase a therapy bed and hopefully wicker table and chairs. A ceiling fan will hang from the centre point of the pyramid and everywhere you look, on the walls there will be Egyptian paintings...and And Ancient Egyptian figures and memorabilia.
We will set up a surround sound system so that when I give treatments the client can lie there and drift into another world. The therapies will include: facials, massage, aromatherapy massage, hand on healing, colour and sound healing, crystal healing, hypnotherapy and Past Life Regression, and of course, in depth tarot and crystal ball readings using "Ishbels Temple of Isis Egyptian Tarot", which I believe are very rare and hard to get these days. I shall also read with the Egyptian Cartouche. Also...makeup, face, neck and shoulder massage...in fact everything anyone could need for mind, body and spirit enlightenment and rejuvenation.
Now I need to invest in a new beauticians tunic although if it is the ancient egyptian room then maybe I should wear a galabea?
Whatever...I am thrilled to bits...and its going to be a haven of peace.....and a joy to work in.
You could say I am relaunching myself big time and what so many of you didnt know, was that I have actually had a period of very poor health. Colonoscopy`s, Endoscopy`s, CT scans........at one time I was so ill I thought that "that was it" and then `something` happened..something spiritual...I applied the Universal laws of attraction to heal me..and well..what do you think? Do I look ok to you?
Well I feel it and ready to take up my healing work I used to do regulary many years ago.
As far as the room is concerned.......its only a bit of work...isnt it???? And a fair bit of cash too.but hey ho!
Lets GO for it!!!!!!!!!
Blessings and Love to ALL xx
Norio knows it's supposed to be clear today but the dust storm from Central Asia makes the sky look watery (or milky) so he'll just stay on his nest for the rest of the day...
I know 1995's calling me to return back its outfit, but I assure you this Batman Forever-themed outfit is NOT from 1995 LOL!!! 😂 😂 😂
It's brand-spanking new for 2023, and came from a website called www.dumbgood.com, which sells officially licensed clothing based on iconic classic movies and TV shows.
After admiring myself in this outfit, they should've had me modeling their clothing instead of those walking skeleton men and women I saw modeling the clothes on the website LOL.
Come to think of it my loves, this outfit brings back memories as I think I had couple pairs of Batman shorts very similar to these as an Itty-Bitty Twilight in elementary school back in the 90's LOL.
"I don't know how much more can I reduce, I will not get any profit if I give you your price..I'm getting a headache now !"
I guess that was what this vendor trying to tell the man and his son in Urdu about the price reduction in this second hand open air bazar in Rawalpindi , Pakistan.
I love watching life goes on the street by capturing some of the moments.
Location Saddar Bazar, Rawalpindi - Pakistan.
3/365 -Have You Ever Seen The Rain?-
"Someone told me long ago, theres a calm before the storm...I know its been comin' for some time."
-Creedence Clearwater Revival
We know much about the Egyptian civilization, thanks to what it left behind - those impressive monuments like Pyramids and temples, tombs and other structures. Even thou that time is long gone, and most of those structures were made by slaving a whole nation.
Now tell me how much we know about our history, our culture, our heritage. Yes, we may think we know much more than others, but its the other way around.
I have been through many heritage sites, but the knowledge always remain limited and the view, unlimited. Every brick in the wall has to tell the story, story of hundred of years of culture which has passed away. Either its in the hustle bustle of the city of Lahore, or vastness of Rohtas, or remoteness of Shigar & Baltit Fort.
It's not very often that a monarch willingly relinquishes his own castle, but Ghazanfar Ali Khan II, a descendant of the ruling Mirs (or Kings) of Hunza in Pakistan's mountainous north, believed that his ancestral home, the Baltit Fort, would be better off in the hands of someone who knew how to take care of it. Seven hundred years' worth of earthquakes, avalanches and neglect had turned it into a rubble-strewn heap, prompting the Mir to turn it over to the Aga Khan Trust for Culture, embarked on a restoration, which took six years - and the results are stunning. Taken apart stone by stone and rebuilt using both modern and traditional methods, the fort has risen from its ruins. Once a British traveler described Baltit as "the most amazing fortress ever built." Today, it would be fitting to describe it as the most amazing fort ever rebuilt.
Taken: Baltit Fort, Karimabad, Central Hunza, Gilgit-Baltistan, Northern Areas of Pakistan.
This is Ginger's nose. I shot it with my macro tube. I also tried to get her eyes, but they were pretty goopy. How ironic that her nose was pretty clear and her eyes were goopy! Ha. Well. This is different.
And So It Is ...
Just Like U Said It Would B ...
Life Goes Easy On Me ....
Most Of The Time ....
And So It Is ....
The Shorter Story ....
No Love , No Glory ...
No Hero In Her Sky ....
Damien Rice - The Blower's Daughter
( .... Tnx 2 Sahar ..... )
This is the impressions I spotted. I zoomed in as much as I could with the lens I was using.... I have to put my boots on and go investigate.
Avenue El Elmouahidine 03/07/2023 18h59
You know that you are in Morocco here.
Marrakech
Marrakesh or Marrakech is the fourth largest city in Morocco. It is one of the four Imperial cities of Morocco and the capital of the Marrakesh-Safi region. It is situated west of the foothills of the Atlas Mountains.
The region has been inhabited by Berber farmers since Neolithic times. The city was founded in 1070 by Emir Abu Bakr ibn Umar as the imperial capital of the Almoravid Empire. The Almoravids established the first major structures in the city and shaped its layout for centuries to come. The red walls of the city, built by Ali ibn Yusuf in 1122–1123, and various buildings constructed in red sandstone afterwards, have given the city the nickname of the "Red City" or "Ochre City" (ville ocre). Marrakesh grew rapidly and established itself as a cultural, religious, and trading center for the Maghreb.
After a period of decline, the city was surpassed by Fez. Marrakesh gained its preeminence in the early 16th century serving as the capital of the Saadian dynasty, with sultans Abdallah al-Ghalib and Ahmad al-Mansur embellishing the city with sumptuous palaces such as the El Badi Palace (1578) and restoring many ruined monuments. Beginning in the 17th century, the city became popular among Sufi pilgrims for its seven patron saints who are entombed within the city's quarters. In 1912 the French Protectorate in Morocco was established and T'hami El Glaoui became Pasha of Marrakesh and held this position nearly throughout the protectorate until the role was dissolved upon the independence of Morocco and the reestablishment of the monarchy in 1956.
By road, Marrakesh is 580 kilometres southwest of Tangier, 327 kilometres southwest of the Moroccan capital of Rabat, 239 kilometres southwest of Casablanca and 246 kilometres northeast of Agadir.
Tomorrow is Halloween and as you probably know that's one of our favourite days of the year! It's the one time when faeryfolk, human beans and monsters all get along. No one runs away screaming, No angry mobs...just some tricks and some treats ~:)
If you go out tomorrow after the sun's gone down you are sure to see every creature and critter imaginable roaming the streets, looking for sweets and having a good old time! Well...actually not every creature and critter...you probably won't see the wee vampires (not to be confused with big vampires like Dracula). They can't come cause they are babysitting bat pups. You see, this is the time of year that most bats fly off to go find a place to hibernate for the winter. The legend says if a bat is seen flying around after the break of dawn on the day after Halloween they will turn into birds, and if there's one thing a bat does not want to be it's a bird! Now, while most of the wee baby bat pups can fly off with their parents to their winter homes, there's always one or two little late bloomers that can't even flap their wings yet. This would be a very problematic time for these wee pups since all the other bats has to leave...but lucky for them there's the Vampires. For as long as anyone can remember the Vampires has been looking after these wee bat pups during the winter months until their family wakes up around march the next year. This is why Vampires and bats are such good friends. Many of them were raised by the Vampires so they are actually more like family.
But raising a bat pup is not an easy job. Luckily, the legend that turns bats into birds only last until the new year, but until then none of the wee pups can be taught to fly* and if you know bats you will know they are useless at walking. This means that they have to be carried everywhere they want to go, and they want to go all the time! So the poor vampires doesn't get much sleep (Most people think wee vampires are nocturnal, but they actually love to sleep at night...it's the pups that keeps them up all night.)
This means if you do happen to see one they're most likely to be very tired and quite grumpy...so it's best to avoid them! Even though they are little they do bite! But don't worry though...it's not as bad as when a big vampire bites you. It's usually a bit itchy like a mosquito bite. Also you might get a mild case of the wakeys (or sleeplessness) and you probably won't be able to eat garlic for a week but after that you'll be ok. but still....best to avoid them ~:)
*from the very first day of the new year bats can fly again without the fear of becoming a bird so from then they will all go to Lady Rosafae's flying school for her special "midnight flight with batnav" classes (you can read about her school in the post below) so that they can be expert flyers by the time the other bats return.
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Magical origin of the cosmos video hidden within - or at least that's what I thought it was
I know, when I ask for a 'By Request' and Lino suggests a car, that its going to be a bit weird. Freakish even.
For LUGNuts 120th Build Challenge - the 10th anniversary of the group, that the outcome was unlikely to be any different from previous suggestions. That the car was even called 'Freakshow', was pretty much going to seal its fate.
Anyway, here goes.....
I don't think I would be able to explain it any better myself, so I take the text quoted directly from 'CustomRodder' forum:
customrodder.forumactif.org/t1809-1964-chevy-pick-up-frea...
Freakshow has our noodle in a bind. There's not much left of the original '64 Chevy C-10, but it definitely says "1964 Chevy Pickup" on the placard. By all rights it should be the absolute baddest truck/car in the show hands down with a blown 354 cubic inch hemi, six Stromberg 97 carbs, the sickest custom headers we've ever seen all running through a four speed Muncie to a 9 inch Ford rear with 4:11 gears. It has a beer keg and an in-cabin tap coming out a skull mounted under a gun rack. And yet here we are torn - the car is pink, with white fur everywhere, and has a pink telephone on the dash. What. The. Hell?
Yes, we know, it doesn't look like any 1964C-10 we've ever seen either, that's because it's sporting a '61 Chrysler nose and a '57 Chrysler tail along with an incredibly schizophrenic paint scheme. But still, we circle back to this brutal dichotomy of total dominating badassity spitting in the face of convention. Sitting amidst this sea of flat black and rusty hot rods is a cotton candy monster waiting to eat your lunch, but it is nigh on invisible due to its fluffy persona. If Clint Eastwood dressed up like a lady and drove this car around, the world would end, of this we are certain.
Bill Bierman of the Creative Customs Chop Shop, maker of Freakshow, seen here and above and described by Iowahawk as “a pink flaked, green flamed pickup with an 8 duece blown Hemi, refridgerated full keg with console mounted beer tap, rifle rack with matching pink machine gun, and can full of angel fur.
So, there you go.
This Lego miniland-scale 'Bill Bierman's Freakshow', has been created for Flickr LUGNuts 120th Build Challenge - 'Happy 10th Anniversary, LUGNuts', - where all the previous challenge themes are open for use in creating builds for the Challenge.
'Freakshow' is a 'By Request', provided by LUGNuts' founder and admin, Lino Martins.
Let's all be honest, our hobby is viewed by most outsiders as weird. Some even say creepy. I 'm hesitant to show my dolls to just anyone... because I'm tired of explaining why its not weird....
So maybe I think I have a high weird tollerance, because I love my my BJD's.
Well I ran across this creation... and I'm a tad bit perplexed and would like to know what everyone thinks...
I'm by no means getting this doll. I'm not really a fan of it, but I am very impressed. The features are astonishingly life like... the detail is amazing! Look at those toes and hands...
What creeps ME out is the life like-ness... The blushing on the um... um those parts... (s'cuse the nudity in the bottom left photo but I wanted you to all see the.... definition? Uhg it makes me feel perverted....)
So really, her body shape, is she a toddler or what to all of you? I think, her body shape is rather mature but her face is young... and she's so big! A whopping 80cm tall.
If you go and look her up on Dollmore you can see even more photos, her with a keyboard... its kind of... interesting... I dont want to link to her because I dont want to get in trouble for sales links but if you cant find her FM me and I can help...
My point? What do you gals think? Is she too big for comfort? Does her real-ness freak anyone else out? and if you do love her, would you spend the $1600 + price tag for her (to pull out all the stops - sanding, blushing, etc.)
Can you imagine how many dolls (lati, LF MNF etc) you could get for that amount? And if you had that much to spend on dolls only, and this is just my curiosity, what dolls would you spend it on? I'd go nuts! hahah...
So please share your opinions... I'm just curious!
On cold, cloudy, windy days, its easy to think Spring is weeks, if not months away. But for those of us who know what and where to look, signs of Spring are all around. On day day of some churchcrawling I would see carpets of snowdrops, winter aconites among others, and trees, shrubs with buds ready to burst forth with new leaves. Birds are more vocal, and with other matters on their minds.
The start of the orchid season might be just six weeks away, last year the first Kentish orchid was seen in flower on March 19th, who knows what this season will bring, but in the woods and up on the downs, orchids are stirring, waking up, creating rosettes, and some thinking about putting forth spikes.
Its all about to happen.
So, I asked the two mods from the orchid group if they would like to meet up with a chat, and discuss trips for the new season. Last year we met near Ian's house on the banks of the Medway, this year it was near to Terry's, near Gravesend in Cobham. I chose Cobham as I wanted to revisit the church, the the local pub, one of the local puns, The Leather Bottle is opposite the church.
So that was the plan.
Jools wasn't going to come, as she wanted to work in the garden, so once the shopping was done and we had eaten breakfast, I would be off.
Tesco has empty shelves; washing up liquid seems to still be an issue, and there was a huge gap in the fresh meat section. Of course, it might be nothing.
Back home for breakfast and then time to go out. Of course I could have stayed and watched Norwich on the tellybox against Arsenal, but 90 minutes of shouting at the TV didn't sound like a good idea, so churches and a pub lunch it was! Norwich were playing top of the table, Burnley, and despite winning the last two games having scored 8 goals, lets just says I wasn't confident. Which was well placed, as Norwich defended like, well, Norwich, gifting Burnley two goals.
But of this I was unaware. For now.
An easy drive up the M20 to Maidstone, turning off at the services, but doubling back under the motorway into Hollingbourne. We had tried to get here before Christmas, but the only road through the villages was closed. In two places! Which the church in the middle. But back now, with no issues other than the 21st century traffic trying to get through the 17th century streets.
The church sits beside a small green, with a row of cottages to one side, I could see from the car the door of the porch open, so good news. I grabbed my camera and made my way through the lych gate and into the church, which I had to myself.
On the way to Cobham, I went via the M20 so I could call in at Hollingbourne to revisit the church, now that the roadworks seemed to be over.
I had the church to myself, which is always good.
All Saints is really the Cullpeper's mausoleum, it is fill with memorials and tombs to generations of them.
Until the line died out.
I can't remember why I didn't finish photographing it last time, but I knew I had to go back with the big lens, so did today, recording mostly the glass, but found much more too.
I snapped all the glass, some of which was very good, but others, not so.
And so onto the short drive up the A229 to the M2, across the Medway then up to Cobham, across the fields to the village, parking outside the village hall and once collecting my camera gear, a short walk to the church.
It too was open. And as wonderful as before. Having my big lens, I wanted to snap the 19 brass plates marking the tombs of the great family. This is the best collection of medieval brass plates not just in Kent, but in all of England. That and the tomb in the Chancel making this such a special church, with so much of interest. Not least the remains of a spiral staircase in the south east corner of the chancel which lead to a very unusual gallery, now long since gone.
I snap much, some of it redoing what I had recorded before, but most new, including the windows.
I walked out of the church and down to the pub, Terry pulled up beside me in his ancient Audi, greeting me warmly. Ian was waiting in the car park, so we went in, bagged a table and we all decided to have lunch.
I thought I would be good and have something light, like tapas, while they both had the suet pudding of the day(!): steak and ale, in which they chose well. The tapas was bland, sadly, especially the creamy chicken dish, but the pint of local best ale was very good indeed.
We talked of plans for the new year and of the group, and eat well when the food is brought. The suet puddings looked fabulous.
On the tellybox I saw Norwich were 1-0 down at half tie, and by the time I got to the car to drive back home, were 3-0 and falling apart.
I drove in silence.
3-0 was the final score, but we have a run of what should be winable games, while Burnley will cruise to promotion with few worries.
I go to see jen, but she has gone for a walk, so I got no answer at the door, so drive home where Jools was just finishing in the garden.
We have a brew and some chocolate while I listen to yet more football, and review the 535 shots of the two churches I had taken.
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There was considerable damage caused to this church in an earthquake of 1382. The medieval accounts survive so we know that 48s 2d was spent on the rebuilding. Little can have changed to the structure since that time, except for the construction of a north chapel in 1638. This chapel has a charming pattern of flint flushwork triangles in a horizontal course below the battlements. It contains one of the most interesting seventeenth-century monuments in Kent - to commemorate Lady Elizabeth Culpepper (d. 1638), carved and signed by the Court Sculptor Edward Marshall. The detail is amazing and the cord that connects her ring and wrist is always pointed out to visitors. The rest of the church was restored early in the career of George Gilbert Scott Jr in 1876 (see also Frinsted) and retains its patina of age unimaginable in a restoration by Scott Sr. The pulpit is early seventeenth century and dates from a few years after the much crocketed font cover. There are three signed monuments by Rysbrack and a tall crownpost roof of good construction in the nave.
www.kentchurches.info/church.asp?p=Hollingbourne
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HOLLINGBORNE.
THE next parish north-westward from Harrietsham is Hollingborne, called in Domesday, Hoilingeborde, and in later records, Holingburnan and Holingeburne. It probably took its name from the spring which rises in the vale underneath the hill, in this parish.
THE PARISH of Hollingborne is situated much the same as that of Harrietsham last described, close to the great ridge of chalk hills, at the foot of which is the village called Hollingborne-street, in which at the south end of it stands the church and vicarage, and near them a well-looking brick mansion, of the time of queen Elizabeth, which by its appearance must have had owners of good condition in former times, but what is remarkable the rector of Hollingborne claims some rooms in this house in right of his rectory at this time. The road through Newnhambottom from Ospringe and Canterbury passes through Hollingborne-street, and thence through Eyhorne, commonly called Iron-street, in this parish, where there are two good houses, one belonging to Robert Salmon, esq. who resides in it, and the other built not many years since by Mr. John Weeks, who died possessed of it in 1785. Hence the road leads on, and joins the Ashford high road through Bersted to Maidstone. The southern part of this parish consists mostly of a deep sand, the whole of it below the hill is well watered by some small streams, which running southward join the Lenham rivulet in its way to Maidstone. Nearer the street the soil becomes a chalk, which continues to the summit of the hill, at the edge of which stands Mr. Duppa's house, whence the remaining part of this parish northward, situated on high ground, and exposed to the cold bleak winds, is but a wild and dreary country, with thick hedgerows, and frequent coppices of wood, mostly of hazel and oak, and small unthriving trees of the latter dispersed among them; the soil a deep tillage land, wet and very poor, being a red cludgy earth, covered with quantities of flint stones. On Eyhorne green, or as it is commonly called Broad-street, in this parish, in October yearly, two constables are chosen, one for the upper, the other for the lower half hundred of Eyhorne, each of which district consists of the twelve adjoining parishes, the borsholders in which, and the several boroughs in them, except such as are chosen at the different court leets, are chosen here likewise.
This parish, with the manor of Elnothington in it, together with the rest of the hundred of Eyhorne, was antiently bound to contribute to the repair of the sixth pier of Rochester bridge.
ÆTHELSTAN ETHELING, son of Ethelred II. gave by his will in 1015, to Christ-church, in Canterbury, his lands at Hollingborne, with their appurtenances, excepting one plough-land, which he had given to Siserth. In the MSS. in Bennet college library, Cambridge, of the evidences of Christ-church, Canterbury, intitled Thorn, printed in Decim. Script. f. 2221, this gift is said to have been made in 980; a very improbable circumstance, the king, his elder brother, at that time being but fourteen years of age.
These lands he had bought of his father, and gave them, with his consent, to Christ-church, L. S. A. that is, free from all secular service, excepting the trinoda necessitas, in like manner as Adisham had been given to it.
The manor of Hollingborne remained part of the possessions of the church of Canterbury at the time of the conquest, when the revenues of it were enjoyed as one common estate by the archbishop and his convent; but archbishop Lanfranc, after the example of foreign churches, separating them, in the partition Hollingborne fell to the share of the monks, and was allotted for their subsistence, (or ad Cibum, as it was usually termed) and it is accordingly thus entered in the book of Domesday, under the general title of Terra Monachorum Archiepi, i. e. the land of the monks of the archbishop.
The archbishop himself holds Hoilingeborde. It was taxed at six sulings. The arable land is twenty-four carucates. In demesne there are two, and sixty-one villeins, with sixteen borderers, having twenty-three carucates. There is a church, twelve servants, and two mills, and eight acres of meadow. Wood for the pannage of forty hogs. In the whole, in the time of king Edward the Confessor, and afterwards, it was worth twenty pounds, and now it is worth thirty pounds. To this manor there adjoins half a suling, which never paid scot, this the bishop of Baieux rents of the archbishop.
At this time, the whole of the above premises seems to have been valued at thirty pounds.
King Henry II. granted to the monks of Christchurch a charter for their lands at Hollingborne upon the Hills. In the 10th year of king Edward II. the prior obtained a charter of free-warren for his manor of Hollingborne, among others; about which time it was, with its appurtenances, valued at 46l. 9s. 8d. King Henry VI. by his letters patent, in his 25th and 26th year, granted to the prior a market, to be held at this place weekly on a Wednesday, and a fair yearly on the feast of St. Anne. (fn. 1)
William Selling, who was elected prior in the next reign of king Edward IV. anno 1472, during the time of his holding that dignity, greatly improved the prior's apartments here. After which, it seems to have undergone no material alteration till the dissolution of the priory, which was surrendered into the hands of king Henry VIII. in the 31st year of his reign.
The manor of Hollingborne did not remain long in the hands of the crown; for the king settled it, by his dotation charter, in his 33d year, on his newerected dean and chapter of Canterbury, part of whose possessions it now remains.
There is a court-leet and court baron regularly held by the dean and chapter for this manor, which extends likewise into the adjoining parishes of Hucking, Bredhurst, and Harrietsham, the quit-rents of it called Beadle-rents, being about forty-two pounds per annum.
¶BUT THE DEMESNE LANDS of this manor have been from time to time leased out by the dean and chapter at a reserved rent of 10l. 9s. The year after the grant of it to them, they demised them by lease to I. Reynolde, as they did anno 19 Elizabeth to William Puresoy, in whose family they remained till the beginning of king James I.'s reign. After which the Fludds held them in lease, and continued so to do, till their interest in them was passed away to W. Alabaster, D. D. After which these premises were held in succession by Bargrave, Boys, Farewell, and Gookin, till the year 1684, when Sir Thomas Culpeper, had a lease of them, in whose family they continued till John Spencer Colepeper, of the Charterhouse, passed away his interest in them to the Hon. Robert Fairfax, who held them in 1758, and then alienated his lease to Francis Child, esq. banker in London, whose brother Robert Child, esq. of London, banker, dying in 1782, the trustees of his will, Robert Dent and John Keysel, esqrs. are now in the possession of his interest in the lease of these demesnes, under the dean and chapter, besides which the dean and chapter have several other lands and woods here leased out by them to different persons.
HOLLINGBORNE is within the ECCLESIASTICAL JURISDICTION of the diocese of Canterbury, and deaury of Sutton; and is exempt from the jurisdiction of the archdeacon.
The church, which is dedicated to All Saints, is a handsome building, consisting of three large isles, with a chancel at the end of the middle one, and a square tower at the west end. The chancel is much enriched with the monuments of the family of Culpeper, of Greenway-court, and for two of the lords Culpeper, one of them by Rysbrack; on the north side is one for Sir Martin Barnham and his two wives, in 1610, their three figures kneeling at a desk, and underneath their children. At the east end of the north isle there is a small neat chapel, raised up several steps to give room for a vault underneath, in which lie the remains of all this branch of the Culpeper family. The sides of the chapel are filled with black escutcheons, and square tablets of black marble alternately, only two of these among the numbers of them are filled up, and those with younger branches of the family settled elsewhere, a proof of the disappointment of the vain endeavours of the builder to transmit the memory of his descendants to posterity. On the middle of the pavement is a beautiful raised monument of white marble, and the figure of a lady, lying at full length, in the habit of the times, of exceeding good sculpture, in memory of Elizabeth, lady of Sir Thomas Culpeper, daughter of John Cheney, esq. of Sussex, obt. 1638. In the isle a monument for Nich. Chaloner, esq. obt. 1706. Against the north wall of the north isle for two of the family of Duppa, and at the lower end of the church, for the Plummers, Collins's and Dykes. In the middle isle a stone, on which have been the figures of a man and woman in brass, but two shields of arms remain, being quarterly, first and fourth, A chevron, engrailed on a chief, three sleurs de lis; second and third, Three fishes, wavy, sessways, in pale.
There is belonging to this church, a most superb altar-cloth, and a pulpit-cloth and cushion, of purple velvet, ornamented with different figures of fruits of pomegranets and grapes, wrought in gold, the needlework of the daughters of Sir John Colepeper, afterwards created lord Colepeper, who employed themselves for almost the space of twelve years in the working of them, during their father's absence abroad with king Charles II.
The communion plate is very handsome, and an swerable to the above-mentioned furniture, being mostly the gift of the family of Colepeper, and some of it of Baldwin Duppa, esq.
John Eweyn, by his will proved in 1527, gave a table of alabaster, to stand upon the altar of St. John the Baptist in this church; and money to the repair of St. John's chapel in it. John Aleff, parson of Hollingborne, as appears by his will in 1537, was buried in the way beside the porch-door, on the right hand, and that there was set in the wall, nigh his grave, a stone with a plate of sculpture, mentioning where and when he was buried. He had before been vicar of Little Chart, and of St. Laurence Wolton, as he was then of St. John's Sherburne, in Hampshire.
The church of Hollingborne, to which the chapels of Hucking and Bredhurst were antiently annexed, is a sinecure rectory, with a vicarage endowed. The rector of Hollingborne is at this time patron of the perpetual curacy of the chapel of Bredhurst. The archbishop is patron both of the rectory and of the vicarage of Hollingborne, the vicar of which is collated to this vicarage, with the chapel of Hucking annexed.
The vicarage was endowed before the year 1407, in which year Arthur Sentleger, the rector, granted to William Maunby, vicar of this church, a messuage, with its appurtenances in this parish, for the habitation of himself and his successors for ever. (fn. 5) In archbishop Chichele's register, at Lambeth, there is an unauthenticated writing of a composition, made about the year 1441, for it is without date, between William Lyeff, then rector here, and John Fsylde, vicar, upon the assignation of a proper portion for the endowment of this vicarage in future times.
The rectory of Hollingborne is valued in the king's books at 28l. 15s. 5d. and the tenths at 2l. 17s. 6 1/7d. The vicarage is valued in them at 7l. 6s. 8d. and the yearly tenths at 14s. 8d. The vicarage in 1640 was valued at eighty-six pounds, and the communicants were then 271. It is now of the yearly certified value of 70l. 16s. 8d.
The vicarage was augmented twenty pounds per annum, by lease between Ralph Staunton, rector, and Sir Thomas Culpeper, of this parish.
¶The name of Culpeper, or Colepeper, is so variously spelt in different deeds and records, that it is impossible to keep with any rule to either spelling; on all the monuments, and in the parish register, (excepting in two instances in the last) it is spelt Culpeper.
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People who know me are aware I am missing most of the fingers on my right hand. On modern bicycles, this is a big problem as the rear gears are shifted by using actuators on the right brake lever. This has proven to be nearly impossible for me. Over the years, I have experimented with all kinds of solutions, including an early version of electronic shifting (Mavic Mektronic).
This is a custom device, made by Kelly bike parts and is called a 'take off’. Basically it permits me to mount standard bar end shifters on a location near the left brake lever. My left hand is just fine, and from this location, I can shift both the front and rear derailleurs. It works so well, I have actually raced bikes with this setup and ridden in large pack events, shoulder to shoulder with other crazy cyclists.
When I was writing this up, I was going to say I have to be careful with this gizmo, as Kelly had gone out of business due to some unfortunate circumstances. However, as I looked on their old web site to add a link to the story, I discovered they are BACK in BUSINESS! This is great news, because Kelly makes awesome custom frames other cool stuff.
I am glad I featured the ‘Take Off’ in today’s photo, as I am not sure if/when I would have discovered that Kelly had returned from oblivion!
Norio knows he doesn't like tea but he does like sitting on my lap... (Personally Java Tea is my favorite but is very difficult to find...)
No one knows that you're here. Your owner's home is torn down by the road, and I made my way in by a back corner of a nearby hilltop cemetery. There's no end to your rusting, a dusting of dreams, drifted down on a long and sleepless summer. When was it last cold? Maybe some night, sometime, but the warm days blur into a soft and humid September. You haven't let nature in yet, all your seams still intact, your borders not porous for now. I don't care much for cars, but there's something charming about watching one dying, a slow drifting drowning under a dozen long seasons. If you don't want to go, don't worry – no one will ever drag you out of here.
So I did not know this going in, but apparently the Scots are somewhat experts at making Scotch Whiskey. Who knew?
Okay, I knew. I also knew somewhere along the line, I wanted to get a photograph of some lovely whiskey bottles and we found a place on the drive over to Skye. The little hotel in Sligachan on Skye had a wonderful little pub (called Mackenzie’s Bar) and restaurant where we stopped to shoot and eat lunch. And many whisky bottle were enjoyed - photographically.
i don't know why i liked this one, hahahahhaah
One of my friends: Cahos(chaos)
with this guy you can't stop laugh
better watch out before is too late and you pee in your pants, i'm serious
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"You've asked me what the lobster is weaving there with
his golden feet?
I reply, the ocean knows this.
You say, what is the ascidia waiting for in its transparent
bell? What is it waiting for?
I tell you it is waiting for time, like you.
You ask me whom the Macrocystis alga hugs in its arms?
Study, study it, at a certain hour, in a certain sea I know.
You question me about the wicked tusk of the narwhal,
and I reply by describing
how the sea unicorn with the harpoon in it dies.
You enquire about the kingfisher's feathers,
which tremble in the pure springs of the southern tides?
Or you've found in the cards a new question touching on
the crystal architecture
of the sea anemone, and you'll deal that to me now?
You want to understand the electric nature of the ocean
spines?
The armored stalactite that breaks as it walks?
The hook of the angler fish, the music stretched out
in the deep places like a thread in the water?
I want to tell you the ocean knows this, that life in its
jewel boxes
is endless as the sand, impossible to count, pure,
and among the blood-colored grapes time has made the
petal
hard and shiny, made the jellyfish full of light
and untied its knot, letting its musical threads fall
from a horn of plenty made of infinite mother-of-pearl.
I am nothing but the empty net which has gone on ahead
of human eyes, dead in those darknesses,
of fingers accustomed to the triangle, longitudes
on the timid globe of an orange.
I walked around as you do, investigating
the endless star,
and in my net, during the night, I woke up naked,
the only thing caught, a fish trapped inside the wind."
~ Pablo Neruda, 1904-1973 ~
Info courtesy of Wickipedia-I know it's long but interesting reading!
Previous buildings on the site
The site of the Strasbourg cathedral was used for several successive religious buildings, starting from the Argentoratum period (when a Roman sanctuary occupied the site) up to the building that is there today.
It is known that a cathedral was erected by the bishop Saint Arbogast of the Strasbourg diocese at the end of the seventh century, on the base of a temple dedicated to the Virgin Mary, but nothing remains of it today. Strasbourg's previous cathedral, of which remains dating back to the to the late 4th century or early 5th century were unearthed in 1948 and 1956, was situated at the site of the current Église Saint-Étienne.
In the eighth century, the first cathedral was replaced by a more important building that would be completed under the reign of Charlemagne. Bishop Remigius von Straßburg (also known as Rémi) wished to be buried in the crypt, according to his will dated 778. It was certainly in this building that the Oaths of Strasbourg were pronounced in 842. Excavations carried out recently reveal that this Carolingian cathedral had three naves and three apses. A poem described this cathedral decorated with gold and precious stones by the bishop Ratho (also Ratald or Rathold). The basilica caught fire on multiple occasions, in 873, 1002, and 1007.
In 1015, bishop Werner von Habsburg laid the first stone of a new cathedral on the ruins of the Carolingian basilica. He then constructed a cathedral in the Romanesque style of architecture. That cathedral burned to the ground in 1176 because at that time the naves were covered with a wooden framework.
After that disaster, bishop Heinrich von Hasenburg decided to construct a new cathedral, to be more beautiful than that of Basel, which was just being finished. Construction of the new cathedral began on the foundations of the preceding structure, and did not end until centuries later. Werner's cathedral's crypt, which had not burned, was kept and expanded westwards.
[edit] Construction of the cathedral (1176–1439)
The construction began with the quire and the north transept in a Romanesque style, reminiscent of and actually inspired by the Imperial Cathedrals in its monumentality and height. But in 1225, a team coming from Chartres revolutionized the construction by suggesting a Gothic architecture style. The parts of the nave that had already been begun in Romanesque style were torn down and in order to find money to finish the nave, the Chapter resorted to Indulgences in 1253. The money was kept by the Œuvre Notre-Dame, which also hired architects and stone workers. The influence of the Chartres masters was also felt in the sculptures and statues: the celebrated "Pillar of Angels" (Pilier des anges), a representation of the Last Judgment on a pillar in the southern transept, facing the Astronomical clock, owes to their expressive style.
Like the city of Strasbourg, the cathedral connects Münster-German and French cultural influences, while the eastern structures, e.g. the choir and south portal, still have very Romanesque features, with more emphasis placed on walls than on windows.
Above all, the famous west front, decorated with thousands of figures, is a masterpiece of the Gothic era. The tower is one of the first to rely substantially on craftsmanship, with the final appearance being one with a high degree of linearity captured in stone. While previous façades were certainly drawn prior to construction, Strasbourg has one of the earliest façades whose construction is inconceivable without prior drawing. Strasbourg and Cologne Cathedral together represent some of the earliest uses of architectural drawing. The work of Professor Robert O. Bork of the University of Iowa suggests that the design of the Strasbourg facade, while seeming almost random in its complexity, can be constructed using a series of rotated octagons.
The north tower, completed in 1439, was the world's tallest building from 1647 (when the spire of St. Mary's church, Stralsund burnt down) until 1874 (when the tower of St. Nikolai's Church in Hamburg was completed). The planned south tower was never built and as a result, with its characteristic asymmetrical form, the Strasbourg cathedral is now the premier landmark of Alsace. One can see 30 kilometers from the observation level, which provides a view of the Rhine banks from the Vosges all the way to the Black Forest. The tower as it can be seen is the combined work of architects Ulrich Ensingen (square shaft) and Johannes Hültz of Cologne (octagonal top). Ensingen worked on the Cathedral from 1399 to 1419, and Hültz from 1419 to 1439.[3]
In 1505, architect Jakob von Landshut and sculptor Hans von Aachen finished rebuilding the Saint-Lawrence portal (Portail Saint-Laurent) outside the northern transept in a markedly post-Gothic, early-Renaissance style. As with the other portals of the Cathedral, most of the statues now to be seen in situ are copies, the originals having been moved to the Musée de l’Œuvre Notre-Dame.
[edit] Later history
In the late Middle Ages, the city of Strasbourg had succeeded to liberate itself from the domination of the bishop and to rise to the status of Free Imperial City. The outgoing 15th century was marked by the sermons of Johann Geiler Kaysersberg and by the emerging Reformation [disambiguation needed], represented in Strasbourg by figures such as John Calvin, Martin Bucer and Jacob Sturm von Sturmeck. In 1524, the City Council assigned the Cathedral to the Protestant faith, while the building suffered some damage from iconoclastic assaults. In 1539, the world's first documented Christmas tree was set up inside the Münster. After the occupation of the city by Louis XIV of France, on 30 September 1681, and a mass celebrated in the Cathedral on 23 October 1681 in presence of the king and prince-bishop Franz Egon of Fürstenberg,[4] the Cathedral was returned to the Catholics and its inside redesigned according to the Catholic liturgy of the Counter-Reformation. In 1682, the choir screen (built in 1252) was broken out to expand the quire towards the nave. Remains of the choir screen are displayed in the Musée de l’Œuvre Notre-Dame and in The Cloisters.[5] The main or high altar, a major work of early Renaissance sculpture, was also demolished that year.[6] Fragments can be seen in the Musée de l’Œuvre Notre-Dame.
A round, Baroque sacristy of modest proportions was added north-east of the northern transept in 1744 by the city's chief architect Joseph Massol according to plans by Robert de Cotte and between 1772 and 1778 architect Jean-Laurent Goetz surrounded the Cathedral by a gallery in early Gothic Revival style in order to reorganise the merchants shops that used to settle around the building (and would do so until 1843).[3]
In April 1794, the Enragés who ruled the city started planning to tear the spire down, on the grounds that it hurt the principle of equality. The tower was saved, however, when in May of the same year citizens of Strasbourg crowned it with a giant tin Phrygian cap of the kind the Enragés themselves wore.[7] This artifact was later kept in the historical collections of the city until they were all destroyed in 1870.[8] During the Siege of Strasbourg, the Cathedral was hit by Prussian artillery and the metal cross on the spire was bent.[7] The crossing domes's roof was pierced and it was subsequently reconstructed in a grander, Romanesque revival style by the Notre-Dame workshop's longtime chief architect, Gustave Klotz.[9
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triggered by cord and slaves
No one knows what it's like …
To be hated, to be fated to telling only lies
Pete Townshend
In the battle between man and nature, it’s the later that often wins. Coyotes, Canis Latrans, are hated by farmers and ranchers throughout the West. They are hunted down and shot on sight. Yet recent research shows attempts to wipe them out only backfire, with more being bred in the next season. Why it Works: It a composite motion study
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i know there's no good reflection on the window of the cafe. but i like this photo.
my camera is not only for capturing a beautiful scene, but also for clipping my ordinary life. ;)
あっという間にG.W.も残すところあと1日！早い！
今日はのんびり目黒散歩。
目黒通りはつい足を止めてしまうインテリアショップがたくさん。
そしてカフェでのんびりおしゃべり…していたらえーっもうこんな時間？！
庭園美術館閉まっちゃうよー！何とかセーフ。
"北欧のスタイリッシュ・デザイン展"、楽しかったです。
2006.05.06@"hannah". meguro, TOKYO, JAPAN
*camera--polaroid SX-70 (with time-zero film)
I know Coburg Street as the street where Jer O’Connor’s Funeral Home is located next door to the Sin É live music venue where the music is good enough to waken the dead.
It was originally Lady’s Well Street and this was changed to Coal’s Dock and then to Leitrim Street. Between 1832 and 1842 part of Leitrim Street was renamed Coburg Street. I do not know why it was named Coburg Street and as far as I know Coburg is a town in Germany.
You know Big Foot? He's got a little brother now.
For an RC race at LowLUG, I built a nice and compact Monster Truck, with return-to-center steering, driven by a PF XL motor and a body that can be easily taken off for battery replacements. The V6 actually spins.
This is the video:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=L37ztqvTkdU&feature=channel_v...
It can also be seen in this youtube video, of the complete ACC race.
St Mary, Kettlebaston, Suffolk
I always look forward to coming back to Kettlebaston. It is likely that anyone who knows the churches of Suffolk well will have Kettlebaston among their favourites. The setting is delectable, in the remote Suffolk hills between Hadleigh and Stowmarket. The building is at once elegant and interesting, the interior stunning, but most fascinating of all, perhaps, is the story behind the way it is today.
In 1963, in the thirty-third year of his incumbency as Rector of the parish of Kettlebaston, Father Harold Clear Butler sent a letter to a friend. "You are right,"he wrote. "There is no congregation any more." In failing health, he relied on the family of a vicar who had retired nearby to carry out the ceremonies of Easter week that year. In 1964, Father Butler himself retired, and an extraordinary episode in the history of the Anglo-Catholic movement in Suffolk came to an end.
There may have been no congregation, but St Mary at Kettlebaston was a shrine, to which people made pilgrimages from all over England. Here was the liturgically highest of all Suffolk's Anglican churches, where Father Butler said the Roman Mass every day, celebrated High Mass and Benediction on Sunday, dispensed with churchwardens, flouted the authority of the Anglican diocese by tearing down state notices put up in the porch, refused to keep registers, and even, as an extreme, ignored the office of the local Archdeacon of Sudbury. An entry from the otherwise empty registers for October 2nd 1933 reads Visitation of Archdeacon of Sudbury. Abortive. Archdeacon, finding no churchwardens present, rode off on his High Horse!
Father Butler came to this parish when the Anglo-Catholic movement was at its height, and survived into a poorly old age as it retreated, leaving him high and dry. But not for one moment did he ever compromise.
Kettlebaston church is not just remote liturgically. You set off from the vicinity of Hadleigh, finding your way to the back of beyond at Brent Eleigh - and then beyond the back of beyond, up the winding roads that climb into the hills above Preston. Somewhere here, two narrow lanes head north. One will take you to Thorpe Morieux, and one to Kettlebaston, but I can never be sure which is which, or even if they are always in the same place. Finding your way to this, one of the most remote of all Suffolk villages, can be like finding your way into Narnia. Once in the village, you find the church surrounded by a high yew hedge, through which a passage conducts a path into the graveyard. On a buttress, a statue of the Coronation of the Queen of Heaven sits behind a grill. It is a copy of an alabaster found under the floorboards during the 1860s restoration. The original is now in the British Museum.
One Anglo-catholic tradition that has not been lost here is that the church should always be open, always be welcoming. You enter through the small porch, perhaps not fully prepared for the wonders that await. The nave you step into is light, clean and well-cared for. There is no coloured glass, no heavy benches, no tiles. The brick floor and simple wooden chairs seem as one with the air, a perfect foil for the rugged Norman font on its elegant legs. And then, the surprise of the rich view to the east, for the fixtures and fittings of the 20th Century Anglo-Catholic tradition survive here in all their splendour.
The two major features are the rood screen and the high altar. The rood screen is the work of several people, having been added to over the years by a roll-call of prominent Anglo-Catholic artists. It was designed by Ernest Geldart in the early 1900s. It was painted by Patrick Osborne in 1949, apart from the figures, which are the work of Enid Chadwick in 1954. They are: St Felix as a bishop holding a candle, St Thomas More in regalia, St Thomas of Canterbury with a sword through his mitre, St John Fisher as a bishop holding a book, St Alban in armour and St Fursey holding Burgh Castle.
To one side, the Sacred Heart altar bears the original stone mensa from the high altar. The table itself is the Stuart Communion table. To the other, a Lady altar. All of these are either gifts or rescued from redundant Anglo-Catholic churches elsewhere. The elegant grill in front of the rood loft stairs is by Ninian Comper.
Stepping through into the chancel is a reminder of how the clearance of clutter can improve a liturgical space. Here, the emptiness provides a perfect foil for the massive altar piece. The altar itself was the gift of Miss Eleanor Featonby Smith, consecrated by the Bishop of Madagascar in 1956, in one of those ceremonies conducted in the labyrinthine underworld of the Anglo-catholic movement. The altar sports what is colloquially referred to as the Big Six - the trademark six candlesticks of an Anglo-catholic parish. Behind them, the rich reredos is also by Ernest Geldart, and was also painted by Patrick Osborne.
At the west end of the nave is a display case holding facsimiles of the Kettlebaston alabasters, an oddly prosaic moment. But Kettlebaston's medieval past is not entirely rebooted, for the chancel was sensitively restored by Ernest Geldart in 1902 with none of the razzmatazz of his church at Little Braxted in Essex. The east window was rebuilt to the same design as the original, as was the roof. The late 13th Century piscina and sedilia are preserved, and on the north side of the chancel survives an impressive tomb recess of about the same date.
The sole memorial is to Joan, Lady Jermyn, who died in 1649. Her inscription, at the End of the English Civil War and the start of the ill-fated Commonwealth, is a fascinating example of the language of the time. Is it puritan in sympathy, or Anglican? Or simply a bizarre fruit of the ferment of ideas in that World Turned Upside Down? Within this dormitory lyes interred ye corpps of Johan Lady Jermy it begins, and continues whose arke after a passage of 87 yeares long through this deluge of teares... rested upon ye mount of joye. And then the verse:
Sleepe sweetly, Saint. Since thou wert gone
ther's not the least aspertion
to rake thine asshes: no defame
to veyle the lustre of thy name.
Like odorous tapers thy best sent
remains after extinguishment.
Stirr not these sacred asshes, let them rest
till union make both soule & body blest.
Above, the roofs drip with hanging paraffin lamps, the walls have their candle brackets, for this little church still has no electricity. You sense the attraction of Benediction on a late winter afternoon.
St Mary is loved and cared for by those who worship in it. There are rather more of them than in Father Butler's final days, but they are still a tiny, remote community. Since 1964, they have been part of a wider benefice, and must toe the Anglican mainstream line, as at Lound. But also, as at Lound, the relics of the Anglo-Catholic heyday here are preserved lovingly, and, judging by the visitors book, it is not just the regular worshippers who love it, for Anglo-Catholics from all over England still treat it as a goal of pilgrimage. I remember sitting in this church on a bright spring afternoon some twenty years ago. I'd been sitting for a while in near-silence, which was suddenly broken by the clunk of the door latch. Two elderly ladies came in. They smiled, genuflected towards the east, and greeted me. Together, they went to the Sacred Heart altar, put a bunch of violets in a vase on it, and knelt before it. The silence continued, now with a counterpoint of birdsong from the churchyard through the open door. Then they stood, made the sign of the cross, and went out again. Father Butler looked on and smiled, I'm sure.
Short of the "Great Gallery" in Horseshoe Canyon, I'm hard pressed to think of a more impressive and extensive Barrier Canyon style panel than Buckhorn Wash -- this is only one sub-panel. Buckhorn Wash is easily accessible too (I think it's about 20 miles from I-70, and right at the side of the road). This panel had been vandalized for decades and was restored, but as you can see here the restoration was wearing off and the graffiti (historic and otherwise) was starting to show through. I understand that the conservator has since returned to touch it up.