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This abstract is built around the Previous image of an anchor in the waters of Lake Garda, Italy. This creation takes it out of the water
All bridges lead to St Paul's Cathedral, shot a million times no my turn with an angle and slight desaturation in the toning, I quite like this :)
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Gargoyle from Notre Dame in Reims - the black stuff is lead. The original lead roof on the church melted when the church was severely damaged in the First World War, which had this rather strange effect.
At Palais du Tau - the former palace of the archibishop of Reims. It was here the French king stayed before his coronation in the cathedral close by and after the coronation the banquet was held here - the first recorded one in 990 and the last in 1825. The palace gets its name from the Greek letter Tau which shape it resembled, a name first attested in the 12th century.
The first attested building in the place was a late Gallo-Roman villa, later to be replaced by a Carolingian palace. This in turn was rebuilt and now the oldest part of the palace is the chapel (dating to 1207) and the rest of the palace dates to around 1500 (with a later, Baroque face-lift 1671-1710). The palace was damaged by fire in 1914. It now houses the Musée de l'Œuvre which shows a great collection of pieces of art connected with the cathedral - from statues and tapestries to reliquaries and items used at the coronations.
Leaded glass by David Povey of Povey Brothers Art Glass Works at the First Presbyterian Church in Portland.
"First Presbyterian Church of Portland, organized in January 1854 just three years after the city was incorporated, was the third Presbyterian church in the Oregon Territory. Among its members were many prominent Portland families, including Ainsworths, Corbetts, Couches, Kamms, Ladds, and Schuylers. The first permanent sanctuary of the church, built in 1864 and boasting the city’s first pipe organ, was located on Third and Morrison. It was a “beautiful structure,” the Daily Oregonian reported on May 21, 1864, “an especial ornament to our city.” The church moved to its current location on Southwest 12th and Alder in 1888."
"The church’s sanctuary, designed by William F. McCaw, is high Victorian Gothic with open-beam timber construction, one of the finest in the United States. The chancel, choir loft, and organ were carved by Nicholas Strahan in an oak leaf design in the Gothic tradition. Strahan also carved the pulpit, pews, ornamentation, and balcony railings. Stained glass windows portray biblical fruit and flowers, and the dominant east window contains a cross made of chunks of split and fractured glass, with a white dove descending on the cross. The windows are the work of David Povey of Povey Brothers Art Glass Works in Portland. The church’s copper-covered spire rises 185 feet. The 900-pound bell, the oldest in the city, was cast from Civil War cannons. It was installed in the church’s first building and has been in continuous use since. It tolled at the death of President Abraham Lincoln."
Source: The Oregon Encyclopedia.
www.oregonencyclopedia.org/articles/first_presbyterian_ch...
There are differences between the two, but another term for stained glass is leaded glass. We tend to see the images in stained glass, particularly ecclesiastical stained glass, as if they were two-dimensional cartoons without being aware of the lead that holds the composition together.
So, during an intermission in a recent nighttime performance at Portand's First Baptist Church, I took the opportunity to photograph a leaded glass window from the inside, thereby capturing the lead tracery as well as the jewel-like tones of the old glass.
As an aside, it would alarm some Baptists and some Muslims to learn that they share an aversion to representations of the human figure in their art. The First Baptist Church is a magnificent Richardsonian Romanesque structure whose interior decoration consists entirely of botanical motifs and geometric designs. Even Jesus's usual spot on the altar cross is vacant.
My immediate take on this fear of idolatry is that it silences an important source of stories. In other religious traditions, to enter a church is to be surrounded by images that repeat and reinforce the tenets of the faith. Looking at the ceiling of the First Baptist Church, with its abundant flowers and vines, will most likely remind the faithful that it's time to prune the shrubs.
Having said that, I discovered the Biblical characters at First Baptist inhabit the stained glass windows there. In fact, even this small sample of the glass there's a bit of the eagle of St. John the Evangelist. What happens when you see the eagle or, in this case, just a few of its wing feathers? Well, if you paid attention in Sunday School or Art History, you're drawn into a meditation upon "a figure of the sky, and believed by Christian scholars to be able to look straight into the sun. ... This symbolizes that Christians should look on eternity without flinching as they journey towards their goal of union with God."
I'm not endorsing the content of that message here, just admiring the universal human impulse to express complex ideas through symbolic images.
תרגיל ״בלו פלאג״ 2015: התרגיל האווירי הגדול בתולדות החיל בו השתתפו חילות-אוויר מרחבי העולם ותרגלו טיסה משותפת במתארי קיצון
צילום: הגר עמיבר
2015 "Blue Flag" exercise: The biggest aerial exercise in the history of the IAF in which multiple foreign forces took part and practiced coalition flying in extreme scenarios
Photo by: Hagar Amibar
The front runner's massive lead among the party faithful has me once again despairing that conservatives just don't get it (to recycle a criticism from a past election).
A wall...?!! It's going to take more than a wall. That's not even "thinking outside the box", and what it's really going to take is some thinking outside the perimeter wire. Like, say, some of that there "job creation" among those of my neighbors who give my part of town the nickname "Little Saigon", who probably won't be averse to a juicy government contract to import all those punji stakes, because it's going to require 1900-some-odd miles of those plus another 1900+ of concertina wire, with machine gun positions and four-deuce mortar pits every 50 meters or so with interlocking fields of fire, God knows how many Claymores and enough command-detonated 55-gallon drums of fougasse to force us back to those of odd/even plate number days at the pumps we all recall so fondly from the Seventies, with an unbroken chain of firebases a few miles to the rear to provide artillery support. And, if he's really serious about interdicting the Ho Chi Menendez Trail, we're going to need a 50-mile-deep free fire zone where if so much as a Mexican bean jumps, we ARC LIGHT every madref-----g grid square from Matamoros to Tiajuana.
But even all that is just TOO conservative, the sort of effort that's about 15/32nds short of a half-measure, precisely the kind of meaningless gesture that we've consistently seen out of congressional conservativettes under Crybaby Boehner and, from what I've seen so far, what we can continue to expect with the guy who's waffling between the Charles Atlas and Maynard G. Krebs look. Besides, it's a plan based on our weakness rather than playing on our strength. As Patton's romp through Europe in '44-45 proved, and was reconfirmed by the Gulf War and the initial phase of the Iraq War (and proven in the negative by Vietnam and Iraqistan since 2003), if there is one thing that the United States Army absolutely excels at, it's the division-level drive-by shooting.
Therefore, fuzzy-thinking Liberal that I've become, I propose a much more expansive Big Government Spending Program to SOLVE the problem. Namely, have everybody at Hood, Bliss, Riley and Carson mount up, head out the main gate and DRIVE SOUTH! I figure by the time 1st Cav and 1st Armored are holding at PHASE LINE AY CHIHUAHUA! six klicks south of Mexico City waiting for 1st and 4th ID to finish mopping up, security along el viejo Rio Grande will have become pretty much a non-issue.
On a serious note (and I do trust that everyone realizes that I had my tongue planted firmly in my cheek in writing the foregoing; well, except for the part about invading Mexico, of course--you can take the boy out of Texas, but you can't take the Texas out of the boy), what really worries me about the lunatic wing of the party's adoration of The Donald is that I don't trust him, and am just astounded that so many of them have been fooled into doing so.
To begin with, he IS a Republican, which means he talks a good fight but once he wins the election, taking the oath of office will be the only real accomplishment of his entire administration. If voting for those lying, double-dealing, two-faced, back-stabbing bastards for forty-plus years has taught me anything, it's that Richard Nixon was not only the first of them I ever voted for, he's still the best of them. And even he wimped out in the end. As the saying goes, you can't teach an old dog new tricks, and Republicans only have one: roll over and play dead.
More importantly, I believe the most serious problem confronting the United States today is our shrinking middle class and their even-more-rapidly-shrinking real income. There is a reason "bourgeois" is the F-bomb equivalent in commie lexicon, and why so much commie agit-prop hammers at and attempts to discredit, destabilize, demoralize and destroy the bourgeoisie. The bourgeoisie, the middle class, are the backbone of the civilized world, and no Christian democracy can survive without them. They are most certainly what The Greatest Generation, who won WW II and then came home to make America the world power and Middle Class Heaven on Earth it was in the twenty years after, were. They're dying out, the number of their children and grandchildren and great grandchildren who have remained in their socioeconomic strata are becoming fewer and fewer every year, and those who remain find ourselves paying higher and higher prices to stay there, while working longer and longer hours at jobs that provide less and less real income to pay for the privilege. We have hit the point where we in the middle can no longer do a proper job of taking care of the poor, and certainly can't enjoy the dubious luxury of tolerating an increasingly self-indulgent wealthy class--especially an increasingly self-centered and unpatriotic CEO class. And I don't see The Donald as the man to do anything about it, unless it's everything in his power to make the situation even worse. As his supporters like to point out, he's a successful businessman. They are 100% right, of course, but they seem incapable of grasping the obvious, that that's precisely 100% the danger: he IS a successful businessman, and no successful businessman ever became a billionaire by giving a fat rat's ass about the working class, or failing to screw 'em over any way he could, every chance he got.
It's not that I don't understand his appeal to the party base. It's obviously symptomatic of our growing frustration with the unrelenting failure of the GOP to represent us in a meaningful way, to whine and bleat and blather incessantly about the problems but never, ever get them solved like we elected them to do, and in comparison to the others he does SEEM to be saying what needs to be said. I mean, after all those years hearing all that phony sincerity about "my respected colleague, my closest friend and esteemed opponent" being jabber-babbled on the debate stage, it IS kind of refreshing to hear The Donald make it plain that Carly Fiorina is so damned ugly he wouldn't do her with Jeb Bush's erectile dysfunction, nor would he piss up the rest of 'em's asses even if the sorry bastards' guts were on fire. But...if you listen between the lines, it's just the same old Crapola - Breakfast of Losers with a new picture on the box. Just like all the others, he's got his favorite Scripture passage, as if he wasn't a business man whose god is The Almighty Dollar and he worships no other (or as if you didn't have a better chance of finding a Christian child pornographer than a Christian politician), and, yes--rah-rah-rah it's a grand old flag!--him and his third or fourth or seventeenth or whichever mail order Bolshevik babushka he's on now love America with all their Red, White and Blue hearts. It's not a wall, it's a smokescreen, the same old hypocritical Bible Thumping and Flag Waving and Fear Mongering to keep us from seeing that we're getting the business as usual, and the only difference between him and the other betrayers is that he managed to finagle considerably more than thirty pieces of silver for his soul.
Presidents don't create jobs, businesses create jobs, and we only need to ask ourselves a few questions about The Donald's record as a "successful businessman"--and view the answers in light of the old business law, "The boss is always right", and its corollary, "Since the boss is incapable of error, if things are screwed up it must be because the boss wants them to be screwed up"--to know just how much we can expect out of a President Trump. So, how many steel workers have good jobs at the rolling mills of Trump Steel in Pittsburgh? How many engineers, stylists and assembly line workers are on the massive payroll at that massive Trump Motors plant in Detroit? How many pilots, mechanics, dispatchers, ticket agents and what have you are pocketing fat pay envelopes for keeping all those Boeing Triple-7s flying in Trump Airways International's scheduled service? How many engineers and machinists and sheet metal workers are making the big bucks at Trump Aerospace? How many train crews and track gangs and yard and backshop hands does the Trump Pacific R.R. have getting a good paychecks every week and looking forward to a comfortable pension--and how many crack passenger trains do they have in service? Once upon a time in America we had industries like that, industries that made us The Arsenal of Democracy and The Envy of the World, with millions of Americans having secure, and securely middle class, jobs in them, because American--that is, REAL American--Captains of Industry wanted things that way. We don't have them anymore, we have minimum wage plus tips service jobs instead, because The Donald and all his breed of Corporate Thugs found out they could maximize their personal profits by simply selling off--and selling out--their country. And now he wants us to reward his treason by giving him the most prestigious job in the world?
Because regulations prohibit the carrying of weapons in polling places, I may have to turn a one-off incident into a Family Tradition this time around. My great grandmother voted in every single election she could vote in from the time women got the vote until she died in the 1970s, except for one. In 1960, being a good Baptist she couldn't bring herself to vote for that papist Kennedy, but, being an Eleanor Roosevelt clone right down to the klunky toes of her sensible shoes, she sure as hell couldn't vote for "that snake in the grass Republican Nixon". I now have a much more sympathetic appreciation of her predicament. I sure as hell can't vote for that snake in the grass Republican Trump, and thanks to those aforementioned weapons laws, I can't hold a gun to my head and force myself to vote for Hillary.
On an artistic and historical note, those of you familiar with military history, and with the life of George S. Patton, Jr., in particular, may have looked at the helmet of our LUCKY (REEEEEEALLY) FORWARD heroine here and thought that, ever the stickler for uniform regulations, Patton wouldn't have tolerated a brigadier general (or a major general or a lieutenant general, for that matter) running around with the chin strap unhooked like that. But in this case he couldn't have said anything, because, if you'll look again, she's NOT a brigadier general. Altogether, she's wearing as many stars as Georgie had (although one of them IS a bit smaller, due to the limited room for maneuver in the area of operations, so to speak). Whatever his misgivings about her chin strap might have been, however, I'm pretty sure Old Blood'n'Guts would have looked favorably upon the kind of kick-ass pole dancing moves she could make in her spit-shined M1940 3-buckle cavalry boots!
I wasn’t specifically seeking the CSX Tropicana Juice Train on its thrice-weekly way north from Bradenton, but heading south on US 41, I noted that the bridge spanning the Palmetto River had been lowered. Assuming that the train had not already just crossed, I knew I had but 10 minutes to pull off the highway, find a parking spot and then dash to a suitable photting spot. Phew! I made it with just one minute to spare, a lucky day. Leading the double-headed consist was CSX #973, nicely side-lit in the mid-morning sunshine. It is a GE AC4400CW. Out of view behind it is sister locomotive #3360.
Rear Gardens of Shugborough Hall, Staffordshire
"Situated on the edge of Cannock Chase, Shugborough Hall built in the 18th Century was the home of the Earls of Lichfield"
(Title is an inside joke, btw. xD)
These aren't that good. Because it was 100 degrees outside, and when I was posing them the concrete was burning my butt, and my legs, and it was annoying..>.< Urgh. Oh well.
Eden and Lilith. They've been living with me since their release date, but this is the only (bad) picture that I have taken of them. Don't ask me why. I really don't know.
The eastbound BNSF Cuba Subdivision Lead Line Local climbs the hill at South Glenwood Lane behind Burlington Northern GP39-2 2724, EMDX GP38-2 711 and an unidentified Santa Fe GP30. Kirkwood, Missouri, USA, 14 February 1998.
The image shows details of the fracture surface of lead automatic pencil.
Courtesy of Francisco Rangel
Image Details
Instrument used: Quanta Family
Magnification: 1300x
Horizontal Field Width: 230 μm
Voltage: 30 kV
Spot: 3.0
Working Distance: 14.1
Detector: Mix: SE + BSE
I don't know the lead guitarist's name (nor the drummer in the background), but they were performing the warm-up music for the 2024 Doo Dah Queen Tryouts, held at The Old Towne Pub, located in the Old Town section of Pasadena. And it's not an easy place to find, a veritable hole in the wall.
This is a frame grab from HD video, using my Canon EOS T6 camera, with the Canon 18-55mm zoom lens. The video itself will eventually turn up in the final edited video, once I have the chance to finish it.
Ball Aerospace lead optical test engineer Dave Chaney inspects six primary mirror segments, critical elements of NASA's James Webb Space Telescope, prior to cryogenic testing in the X-ray & Cryogenic Facility at NASA's Marshall Space Flight Center in Huntsville, Ala. The James Webb Space Telescope will be launched in 2014 to study the formation of the first stars and galaxies and shed new light on the evolution of the universe.
Credit: NASA/MSFC/David Higginbotham
More information: www.nasa.gov/centers/marshall/multimedia/photos/2010/phot...
aka Shalita
I like her Britney looks, but her fashions aren't a 100% mine.. must find something else for her... her face is super cute and the hair looks nice. Her bag is very cool, her shoes are eeeww for me... well they are ok. I like the big earrings, they look great with her face screening.
Looking forward to redress this beauty soon....
Birmingham Royal Ballet perform Peter Wright's 'Nutcracker' (November 2016) opening in the Hippodrome Theatre on Peter Wright's 90th birthday.
Lead cast:
Supar Plum Fairy - Celine Gittens
The Prince - Brandon LAwrence
Drosselmeyer - Yasuo Atsuji
Clara - Arancha Baselga
Snow Fairy - Yvette Knight
Rose Fairy - Samara Downs
photo - © Dave Morgan