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"Seems that I have been held, in some dreaming state
A tourist in the waking world, never quite awake
No kiss, no gentle word could wake me from this slumber
Until I realise that it was you who held me under"
No more dreaming like a girl so in love with the wrong world"
Blinding: Florence and the Machine
This was a shot of a backbend gone wrong but there was something that I liked about it and so I played around with textures. I happened to be listening to Florence and the Machine and I guess this is what I ended up with. Not even sure I like the end result all that much, but I'm in a funk tonight about my photos and don't know what I like at the moment. ..I may look at this tomorrow or the next day and hit delete
"One Small Step"
I usually do not post the background stories of what happens when shooting Horizons. But today I
will. You see, there was this bush.
My day always begins the same way when the alarm scares the crap out of me at 3:10 am. I dress
in the dark so as not to wake my wife Mary (unless I forget to turn off the secondary backup alarm and that is a whole other story) and stagger down the stairs to start the coffee machine, usually tripping over my sleeping dog. I step outside at 3:15 to have a smoke and listen to the distant, and often not so distant, gunfire of the city of Milwaukee. That must be the golden hour of discharging firearms here. To me it is no different than the sound of crickets these days. (Oh ya, someone forgot to prep the coffee machine this morning so I cooked air) At 3:25 I fill up my mug,grab my camera and hit the road to start my work day. At 4:00 am I get to our office, take an hour getting the orders for my morning deliveries together, punch in to my digital time card and then head out into Horizon land.
As I was cutting through the back roads in Racine county at 5:45 am, as I have been doing now
for 17 years, the sun hit the Horizon with the softest of light. The sky was perfect, all I needed
was one thing that stood out in the landscape. And there it was. A bush with white flowers about
200 feet off the road. Cool. Awesome. Time to wade through knee high grass and get soaked before a
full work day and 180 orders to deliver. So I parked on the side of the road, threw on my flashers
and worked my way to that bush. Damn thing is, the closer I got the bigger it got. I should have
brought a ladder because by the time I got to the bush it was 8 feet high and about 20 feet long.
Well, I do not little things like this bother me. I worked my way to the front of this bush ( you
will notice I have no idea what this or many other plant life are called. Too much information
takes away from the beauty of the photo. LOL)
So I worked my way to the front of the bush and pushed in about 5 feet through a tangle of
branches, held my camera up as high as I could and began shooting bursts of bracketed shots. In the
photo I posted, "One Small Step", those pretty white wild flowers were eye level to me. And just to
my right and behind my that bush must have been 8 feet high. Or so I thought.
Did I mention the Red Wing Blackbirds? No? Oh, yep, they must have had nests in this bush
because as soon as I stepped in and started shooting they took flight, circled, and started diving
bombing me. I brought my camera down, took a peek at a few of the some 50 bracketed shots I took
blindly and knew I had something to work with. But with mosquitos ringing in my ears, my shoes and
socks soaked through and crazy birds wanting me dead I decided to try to get a couple more from
just a little bit to the right. Just "One Small Step". Just, you know, a little more. So I moved my
right foot over about two feet, raised the camera over my head and pointed it at the Horizon, put
my finger on the exposure button (yes, all this at once) and put my foot down.......on nothing.
There are moments you remember. Like my kids being born. Like the night I asked Mary to marry
me and ten minutes later we get rear ended. Like a first kiss. Like when the earth disappeared and
you find yourself falling backward with a camera over your head as if you are being devoured by a
giant bush and evil black birds are laughing at you. Ya, like that. That moment, falling about 8
feet down and backwards into a ravine through tangled masses of branches not quite knowing when the ride will be over.And what was the one thought going through my head? My cell phone was in my car. As I layed there in the belly of the 16 foot monster bush from hell looking at the filtered morning
light of sunrise I realized something. I realized I was laying in water and once again wet through
and through and I had an 8 hour shift yet to be done. But hell, I got the shot.
Whichever way you look at it, the stripped down QJ without it's smoke deflectors was quite a mean looking machine. This one was whiling away the afternoon looking at it's reflection in a murky puddle on the northern reaches of the Pingdingshan system in Henan Province, central China. January 2006. © David Hill.
In so many ways, the gates of Lahore's walled city are like time machines. This scene is right out of the Arabian Nights. And yet, it is clear that Pakistan is on the cusp of a cultural transformation. The global world beckons and the people are eager to join. My fear is that scenes like this one may vanish entirely in a few generations.
AS they were leaving the Toowoomba Showgrounds in Glenvale, heading where ever it is they head. Noted some new machines this year.
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Canon Powershot SX130 IS.
ANTIQUE
FRIGORIFICO ANGLO
FRAY BENTOS
URUGUAY
WORLD HERITAGE (UNESCO) SINCE JULY 2015
Frigorífico Anglo del Uruguay
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
The Frigorífico Anglo del Uruguay was a meatpacking plant located at Fray Bentos, Uruguay, on the Uruguay River bank.
In 1924, the Vestey group purchases the old installations of Liebig Extract of Meat Company and the production goes on under a new name.
During its peak period, El Anglo had 5,000 workers whose ranks included English, Belgians, Russians, Spanish and Italians. It finally closed in 1979 after Europe and the United States had cut back their purchases from Latin America. Small brick houses with thick walls running along the river's edge in Fray Bentos form the "Barrio Anglo," a city-within-a-city where meatpacking workers lived that featured a hospital, a school, a social club and a football squad.[1]
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This amusing little piece of crested china harks back to more modest times when ladies took to the water in bathing machines. This one is a souvenir of Bognor in Sussex. Oddly enough my wife's great grandfather operated bathing machines in nearby Eastbourne. They were hauled in and out of the sea with the help of a horse, in his case one called Prince. Prince was seconded into the army at the start of the first world war and went to France. Sadly he never returned to Eastbourne. (See yesterday's Flickr post).
A farm is an area of land, including various structures, devoted primarily to the practice of producing and managing food (produce, grains, or livestock), fibres and, increasingly, fuel. It is the basic production facility in food production.[1] Farms may be owned and operated by a single individual, family, community, corporation or a company. A farm can be a holding of any size from a fraction of a hectare to several thousand hectares
The term farming covers a wide spectrum of agricultural production work. At one end of this spectrum is the subsistence farmer, who farms a small area with limited resource inputs, and produces only enough food to meet the needs of his family. At the other end is commercial intensive agriculture, including industrial agriculture. Such farming involves large fields and/or numbers of animals, large resource inputs (pesticides, fertilizers, etc.), and a high level of mechanization. These operations generally attempt to maximize financial income from grain, produce, or livestock.
Traditionally, the goal of farming was to work collectively as a community to grow and harvest crops that could be grown in mass such as wheat, corn, squash, and other cash crops. Centuries later these same farmers took charge of livestock, and began growing food exclusively for the feeding of livestock as well as for the community. With the growth of actual civilization the farmer's focus changed from basic survival to that of financial gain. In smaller towns on the outset of civilization the farmer did retain the need to grow their own food, but the financially minded farmer was largely spreading. With the Renaissance came the plantation, a "Farm" primarily worked by others primarily for the gain of the plantation's owner. Then came a new age of industry where the farm could be manned by fewer men and big machines. This meant a complete revolution for farming which will be discussed below.
Another macro of the sewing machine, this time using the lensbaby.
Lensbaby Composer, Sweet 35 Optic, 12mm Extension Tube
steadily like a sewing machine this farmer is reducing his yellow rape field - sitting in the grass I played a classical song on my guitar: La MADRUGADA - as performed by chet atkins or marcel dadi... - for guitarists: take a look at the tabs at
www.chordie.com/chord.pere/?url=http://www.guitaretab.com...
easy playing!
The local city department was cleaning out the water hyacinth which was choking the lake. The rains last month had bought the Hyacinth alive and it was everywhere. And that is a feast for these Jacana's which could be seen in good numbers - maybe a dozen or so along with several other water birds.
But then the cleaning machine is active in the water and it is slowly clearing up the Hyacinth. Sometimes the machine gets too close to these birds - the birds don't want to lose their food, but don't want to get caught in the machine. This Jacana found a good hunting place near the banks / dirt road - but was wary of the people (incl. me) and keeping an eye on both the machine and the people.
Luckily for me it just gave me an opportunity for a couple of good close up shots.
Thanks in advance for your views and feedback. Much appreciated.
12:15: (N) 218 105-5 (D-NESA) moving a Speno railgrinder track machine.
This lok only changed hands on 4 May 2016 (3 months before) to NESA - Neckar-Schwarzwald-Alb Eisenbahnbetriebsgesellschaft mbH.
Krupp built in 1971, 218 105-5 was stored by DB in March 2012 with engine failure.
Preserved by Westfrankenbahn Museumsbahnhof, Amorbach it was intended as a static musem piece.
Instead it's engine was repaired and it was declared viable to work and ran for DB RegioNetz Verkehrs until 2016 when it was sold.
NESA had it overhauled in late 2019 (REV Unt. 22/11/2019), so it should have plenty of years left in it.
The Arcade in Second Life opens in less than 2 weeks, and I'm in it!
This is a sneak peek of one of the 12 things that will be in my machine this round. Can you guess the theme?
The old (and closed) wooden overpass west of Galva was a perfect location to nab the Nebraska Zephyr on its trip to Quincy. This timeless image of a 1940's era Streamliner on a 2012 mainline was like stepping into a Time Machine.
This was beyond all expectations-the sights and sounds of the past on today's BNSF mainline was simply perfect.
Thank you to all involved at Amtak, BNSF, and the Illinois Railway Museum in making these rare excursions possible.
Time machine... this brings us to summer 2011, when I was running like mad with my camera and 'torturing' poor little Klara with it... This photo has spent nearly 3 years on my hard drive in this shape(!) I decided not to change it by slightest bit. Back in 2011/12 I was not willing to share too much with anyone, not even REALLY decent photos.... what was I thinking...
1939 General Electric standing chest X-ray machine. This arrived with an internist from the capital Santiago to the regional hospital in Valdivia to diagnose the scourge of tuberculosis in the post-war era, when streptomycin became available to treat it.
This out-of-the-way museum was an unexpected treat. The place is a labor of love on the part of local resident Bernardo Eggers, now in his 80s, who was kind enough to meet with us. It is heavy on Studebakers -- there's a whole room of them -- but branches out into other makes as well, and into other technological bric-a-brac besides.
Introducing a new arch: the Sewing Machine. This little arch, probably with a 5 foot opening or more, sits on a bench in Tongue Valley below West Tongue Viewpoint. Cute, isn't it? This is probably the first photograph of it. Laurent Martres saw it first, then I got closer to take a picture. The slight telephoto makes it look closer than it was.
Cavendish Mews is a smart set of flats in Mayfair where flapper and modern woman, the Honourable Lettice Chetwynd has set up home after coming of age and gaining her allowance. To supplement her already generous allowance, and to break away from dependence upon her family, Lettice has established herself as a society interior designer, so her flat is decorated with a mixture of elegant antique Georgian pieces and modern Art Deco furnishings, using it as a showroom for what she can offer to her well heeled clients.
Today we are in the little maid’s room off the Cavendish Mews kitchen, which serves as Edith, Lettice’s maid’s, bedroom. The room is very comfortable and more spacious than the attic she shared with her friend and fellow maid, Hilda, in her last position. The room is papered with floral sprigged wallpaper, and whilst there is no carpet, unlike Lettice’s bedroom, there are rugs laid over the stained floorboards. The room is big enough for Edith to have a comfortable armchair and tea table as well as her bed, a chest of drawers and a small wardrobe. Best of all, the room has central heating, so it is always warm and cosy on cold nights.
Friends of Lettice, newlyweds Margot and Dickie Channon, have been gifted a Recency country “cottage residence” called ‘Chi an Treth’ (Cornish for ‘beach house’) in Penzance as a wedding gift by the groom’s father, the Marquess of Taunton. Margot in her desire to turn ‘Chi an Treth’ from a dark Regency house to a more modern country house flooded with light, has commissioned Lettice to help redecorate some of the rooms in a lighter and more modern style, befitting a modern couple like the Channons. Lettice has decamped to Penzance for a week where she is overseeing the painting and papering of ‘Chi an Treth’s’ drawing room, dining room and main reception room, before fitting it out with a lorryload of new and repurposed furnishings, artwork and objets d’arte that she has had sent down weeks prior to her arrival. In her mistress’ absence, Edith has more free time on her hands, and so she is spending the morning pleasurably laying out some new fabric that she recently bought from a haberdasher’s in Whitechapel and cutting out the pieces for a new frock she has been wanting to make for a few weeks, but hasn’t had the time to do so before now owing to Lettice having her future sister-in-law as a houseguest.
Today is Tuesday and on Tuesdays, every third Thursday of the month and occasionally after a big party, Mrs. Boothby, Lettice’s charwoman*, comes from her home in Poplar to do all the hard jobs.
Edith is so emersed in running her hands joyfully over the soft cotton fabric featuring sprigs of pretty blue flowers that she doesn’t hear the familiar sounds of Mrs. Boothby as she climbs the service stairs of Cavendish Mews: her footfall in her low heeled shoes that she proudly tells Edith came ‘practically new from Petticoat Lane**’, nor the fruity cough that comes from deep within her wiry little body.
“Morning dearie!” Mrs. Boothby calls cheerily as she comes through the servants’ entrance door into the kitchen.
“Oh, morning Mrs. Boothby,” Edith calls in reply through her bedroom door. “I’m in here.”
The old Cockney woman’s head appears around the doorframe, her wiry grey hair hidden beneath a dark blue cloche hat, another purchase from Petticoat Lane, which frames her heavily wrinkled face. “Aye! Aye!” she says good naturedly with a cheery smile. “What ‘ave we ‘ere then? Whilst the cat’s away.”
Edith’s face flushes with embarrassment at Mrs. Boothby’s remark.
“Oh I’m only teasin’, dearie!” the old woman laughs, emitting another fruity cough from deep within her lungs as she does so. “What’s that what you’re doin’ then?”
“Well, with Miss Lettice being away,” Edith replies a little coyly. “I have a bit more free time, so I thought I’d make the most of it and cut out the pattern for a new frock I’m making. I was hoping to have it finished in time for summer, for when Frank and I went walking in Hyde Park, but I suppose Autumn is as good as summer for a new frock.”
“Course it is, dearie!” Mrs. Boothby concurs. She bends down with a groan and picks up a copy of Weldon’s*** Dressmaker magazine off the floor by the foot of Lettice’s armchair and looks at the four smart outfits on the front cover. “Any time’s the perfect time for a new frock if you ask me – ‘specially when someone is as pretty as you! What a picture you’ll look steppin’ out with Frank Ledbetter in that pretty pattern.” She scruitinises the fabric, admiring the blue flowers interwoven with stems and leaves in olive green on a cream background. “That come from Mrs. Minkin’s then?”
“It does, Mrs. Boothby,” beams Edith. “I can’t thank you enough for telling me about her. She’s a much better haberdasher than the old one I used to use in Holborn.”
“I should fink she would be,” Mrs. Boothby replies loftily with an appreciative nod. “We East Enders know better ‘n anyone ‘bout how to sew and patch a dress, and turn a silk purse from a sow’s ear, ‘cause that’s all we get.”
“Mrs. Minkin is so generous. Look. She gave me these buttons as a gift.” She withdraws a card of six faceted Art Deco glass buttons and wafts them in front of the old charwoman.
“Aye. She’s a gooden, that one. Not all Russian Yids**** is like that Golda Friedman what goes round my rookery***** wiv ‘er nose in the air like she was the Queen of Russia ‘erself. Mrs. Minkin’s taken a shine to you, that’s for certain. Tried to marry you off to one of her sons yet, ‘as she?”
Edith blushes again. “Well, she did, until I explained to her that I was stepping out with Frank.”
“Well, them Yids tend to marry uvver Yids anyways, so I s’pose it don’t matter that much. She’ll still treat you like ‘er surrogate daughter ‘til one of ‘em marries, and even then, she’ll probably still treat you special ‘cause youse so nice to ‘er, ‘cause you’re such a good girl.”
“Oh I don’t know about that, Mrs. Boothby,” Edith scoffs. “I just treat people as I’d like to be treated. Isn’t that what we all learned in Sunday School.”
“I’m not much of a church goer myself, but that’s one rule I do know and agree wiv, dearie. Nah, thinkin’ of treatin’ folk, I ain’t ‘alf parched after me trip up from Poplar this mornin!”
“Was the traffic bad again, Mrs. Boothby?”
“Bad? You should’ve seen the traffic at Tottenham Court Road, dearie! Quite bunged up it was! Nah, ‘ow about a nice reviving cup of Rosie-Lee*****, eh?”
“Oh, of course, Mrs. Boothby.” Edith says cheerily, pushing herself up off her knees and standing up.
A short while later, Edith and Mrs. Boothby are seated around Edith’s deal table which dominates the floorspace of the Cavendish Mews kitchen.
“Ta!” Mrs Boothby says. “Lovely.” She accepts the cup of tea proffered to her by Edith, and sticks a biscuit from the Hunley and Palmers******* tin on the table between her teeth and then starts fossicking through her capacious beaded bag before withdrawing her cigarette papers, Swan Vestas and tin of Player’s Navy Cut. Rolling herself a cigarette she reaches over to the deal dresser and grabs the black pottery ash tray Edith keeps for her. Lighting her cigarette with a satisfied sigh and one more of her fruity coughs, Mrs. Boothby settles back happily in the Windsor chair she sits in with her cigarette in one hand and the biscuit in the other.
Edith shudders almost imperceptibly. She hates the older woman’s habit of smoking indoors. When she lived with her parents, neither smoked in the house. Her mother didn’t smoke at all: it would have been unladylike to do so, and her father only smoked a pipe when he went down to the local pub. Nevertheless, she knows this is Mrs. Boothby’s morning ritual, and for all the hard work that the old woman does around the flat, Edith cannot deny her one of her few pleasures.
“I do like a nice ‘Untley and Palmer******* breakfast biscuit to go wiv me Rosie-Lee?” Mrs. Boothby sighs as she munches loudly on the biscuit, spilling a shower of golden brown crumbs into her lap as she speaks.
“I’m glad Mrs. Boothby,” Edith replies genuinely pleased as she pours herself a cup of tea.
“So dearie,” Mrs. Boothby queries. “Gonna whip your frock up on the sewin’ machine this afternoon are you?”
“This afternoon?” Edith looks questioning at Mrs. Boothby.
“Yes dearie, nah that you ‘ave the time on your ‘ands. Are you gonna stitch it up on your sewin’ machine?”
“Oh, I don’t have a sewing machine, Mrs. Boothby.” Edith adds sugar and milk to her tea and stirs her cup.
“Not got a sewin’ machine, dearie?” Mrs. Boothby draws deeply on her cigarette.
“No, Mrs. Boothby. There has never been one here, ever since I came to Cavendish Mews. No, I’ll take the cut pieces down to Mum’s when I visit her later in the week. She has a little Singer******** treadle that I can use.”
“Can you buy yourself one?”
“At forty pounds? I hardly think so!”
“You could get one through hire purchase********.”
“If I can’t afford one of Mrs. Minkin’s dressed hats, how can I possibly afford a sewing machine, even on hire purchase, Mrs. Boothby?”
“Well, can’t Miss Lettice buy you one then, dearie?” A plume of bluish grey smoke bursts forth in a tumbling cloud from the old woman’s mouth as she speaks.
Edith shakes her head as she selects a biscuit from the tin. “There’s no call for it, Mrs. Boothby. I seldom have to do any mending. Miss Lettice has Mr. Bruton mend any clothes for her. If she tears one of her stockings she simply goes and orders a new pair. The same can be said for any other article of clothing Mr. Bruton doesn’t make for her.”
“Lawd, to be that rich that I could toss a torn pair of stockings in the dustbin and buy a new pair wivvout thinkin’ twice!”
“I know. It seems like a wicked extravagance to me too, but I suppose Miss Lettice has always lived her life like that.”
“Yes,” Mrs. Boothby nods sagely as she slurps her tea loudly. “The ‘aves and ‘ave nots.”
“And any repairs required to the linen are done by the commercial laundry we use. No, I’ll take the pieces down to Mum’s and I can spend the afternoon there and sew it up then. She won’t mind.”
“Course she won’t mind, dearie. I just fink it’s a shame you don’t ‘ave your own sewin’ machine to make your own frocks on.”
“I get by well enough Mrs. Boothby, and Mum knows that if she ever wants to give up using it, I’ll have her Singer.”
The old charwoman nods and contemplates as she looks at Edith over the top of her own tea cup through the curtain of blueish grey cigarette smoke as she sips her tea.
An hour and a half later when Mrs. Boothby has finished scrubbing the bathroom, washing the kitchen linoleum and polishing the drawing room and dining room floors, she pops her head around Edith’s bedroom door again, where the young maid kneels laying out crisp white tissue paper patterns that she pins to the fabric before cutting them out with her shears. “Well, I’ll be off then, Edith dearie! I’ll see you Thursday.”
Edith looks up, her shears clasped in her right hand. “Yes, see you Thursday Mrs. Boothby. Even if I go down to Mum’s on Thursday, I’ll still be here in the morning to let you in.”
“Alright dearie. I’ll do Miss Lettice’s bedroom floor and the ‘allways on Thursday, and I’ll do the black leading. I’ll ‘elp you turn Miss Lettice’s mattress too, like we talked about.”
“Very good Mrs. Boothby.”
Mrs. Boothby looks down across Edith’s little chamber and takes in the Weldon’s and Lady’s World Fancy Workbook********** magazines scattered across the floor, Edith’s precious lacquered sewing box, a gift from her mother, from which spill knitting needles, spools of thread, pins and a tape measure, cards of buttons from Mrs, Minkin’s Haberdashery, her shears and the patterns for several fashionable frocks. The old Cockney sighs.
“Is anything wrong Mrs. Boothby?” Edith asks, her own face filling with concern as she stares up into the thought filled face of the older woman.
“Well, I was just thinkin’ dearie.” She squeezes her pointy chin between her thumb and index finger thoughtfully.
“Yes, Mrs. Boothby?”
“’Ow long is Miss Lettice away for?”
“At least until mid next week. She’s gone to redecorate Mr. and Mrs. Channon’s house down in Penzance and she is staying for an extra day or two afterwards to gauge their happiness with her designs and organise any changes. I think Mr. Bruton will be going down too at the end, as he is supposed to be bringing her back up to London in his motor.”
“So she’ll still be gone on Friday?”
“I certainly expect so. Why do you ask, Mrs. Boothby.”
“Well, I was just thinkin’ dearie, that I might ‘ave a solution for your sewin’ machine problem. Can you come dahn to my ‘ouse in Poplar on Friday afternoon when I finish work about midday?”
“I suppose so, Mrs. Boothby.” the young girl replies, rather perplexed. “But why?”
“Oh, never you mind nah, dearie. Give me a few days to see if I can’t sort somethin’ out. I’ll come pick you up about ‘alf twelve from ‘ere. Alright dearie?” She smiles broadly at Edith, showing her badly nicotine stained teeth, but the smile is a kindly one.
“Very well, Mrs. Boothby.” Edith replies with her own bemused smile. “I’ll be ready. What do I need to bring.”
“Oh just yourself, dearie. Nuffink more. Well, ta-ta then dearie. Till Friday.” And the old woman shuffles out, her familiar footfall announcing her departure.
*A charwoman, chargirl, or char, jokingly charlady, is an old-fashioned occupational term, referring to a paid part-time worker who comes into a house or other building to clean it for a few hours of a day or week, as opposed to a maid, who usually lives as part of the household within the structure of domestic service. In the 1920s, chars usually did all the hard graft work that paid live-in domestics would no longer do as they looked for excuses to leave domestic service for better paying work in offices and factories.
**Petticoat Lane Market is a fashion and clothing market in Spitalfields, London. It consists of two adjacent street markets. Wentworth Street Market and Middlesex Street Market. Originally populated by Huguenots fleeing persecution in France, Spitalfields became a center for weaving, embroidery and dying. From 1882, a wave of Jewish immigrants fleeing persecution in eastern Europe settled in the area and Spitalfields then became the true heart of the clothing manufacturing district of London. 'The Lane' was always renowned for the 'patter' and showmanship of the market traders. It was also known for being a haven for the unsavoury characters of London’s underworld and was rife with prostitutes during the late Victorian era. Unpopular with the authorities, as it was largely unregulated and in some sense illegal, as recently as the 1930s, police cars and fire engines were driven down ‘The Lane’, with alarm bells ringing, to disrupt the market.
***Created by British industrial chemist and journalist Walter Weldon Weldon’s Ladies’ Journal was the first ‘home weeklies’ magazine which supplied dressmaking patterns. Weldon’s Ladies’ Journal was first published in 1875 and continued until 1954 when it ceased publication.
****The word Yid is a Jewish ethnonym of Yiddish origin. It is used as an autonym within the Ashkenazi Jewish community, and also used as slang. When pronounced in such a way that it rhymes with did by non-Jews, it is commonly intended as a pejorative term. It is used as a derogatory epithet, and as an alternative to, the English word 'Jew'. It is uncertain when the word began to be used in a pejorative sense by non-Jews, but some believe it started in the late Nineteenth or early Twentieth Century when there was a large population of Jews and Yiddish speakers concentrated in East London, gaining popularity in the 1930s when Oswald Mosley developed a strong following in the East End of London.
*****A rookery is a dense collection of housing, especially in a slum area. The rookeries created in Victorian times in London’s East End were notorious for their cheapness, filth and for being overcrowded.
******Rosie-Lee is Cockney slang for tea, and it is one of the most well-known of all Cockney rhyming slang.
*******Huntley and Palmers is a British firm of biscuit makers originally based in Reading, Berkshire. The company created one of the world’s first global brands and ran what was once the world’s largest biscuit factory. Over the years, the company was also known as J. Huntley and Son and Huntley and Palmer. Huntley and Palmer were renown for their ‘superior reading biscuits’ which they promoted in different varieties for different occasions, including at breakfast time.
********The Singer Corporation is an American manufacturer of consumer sewing machines, first established as I. M. Singer & Co. in 1851 by Isaac M. Singer with New York lawyer Edward C. Clark. Best known for its sewing machines, it was renamed Singer Manufacturing Company in 1865, then the Singer Company in 1963. In 1867, the Singer Company decided that the demand for their sewing machines in the United Kingdom was sufficiently high to open a local factory in Glasgow on John Street. The Vice President of Singer, George Ross McKenzie selected Glasgow because of its iron making industries, cheap labour, and shipping capabilities. Demand for sewing machines outstripped production at the new plant and by 1873, a new larger factory was completed on James Street, Bridgeton. By that point, Singer employed over two thousand people in Scotland, but they still could not produce enough machines. In 1882 the company purchased forty-six acres of farmland in Clydebank and built an even bigger factory. With nearly a million square feet of space and almost seven thousand employees, it was possible to produce on average 13,000 machines a week, making it the largest sewing machine factory in the world. The Clydebank factory was so productive that in 1905, the U.S. Singer Company set up and registered the Singer Manufacturing Company Ltd. in the United Kingdom.
*********The hire purchase agreement was developed in Britain in the Nineteenth Century to allow customers with a cash shortage to make an expensive purchase they otherwise would have to delay or forgo. These contracts are most commonly used for items such as automobiles and high-value electrical goods where the purchasers are unable to pay for the goods directly. However in the 1920s and 1930s, they were also available for furnishings such as lounge suites and bedroom suites.
**********Published by Horace Marshall and Son of London since the 1850s, the Lady’s World Fancy Work Book, like Weldon’s, was a magazine which supplied dressmaking knitting, crochet and embroidery patterns. It was published quarterly on the first of the month in January, April, July and October.
This cheerful and busy domestic scene is not all it seems to be at first glance, for it is made up of part of my 1:12 size dollhouse miniatures collection.
Fun things to look for in this tableau include:
The copies of Weldon’s Dressmaker and the Lady’s World Fancy Work Book are 1:12 size miniatures made by the British miniature artisan Ken Blythe. Most of the books I own that he has made may be opened to reveal authentic printed interiors. In some cases, you can even read the words, depending upon the size of the print! I have quite a large representation of Ken Blythe’s work in my collection, but so little of his real artistry is seen because the books that he specialised in making are usually closed, sitting on shelves or closed on desks and table surfaces. In this case, the magazines are non-opening, however what might amaze you is that all Ken Blythe’s books and magazines are authentically replicated 1:12 scale miniatures of real volumes. To create something so authentic to the original in such detail and so clearly, really does make this a miniature artisan piece. Ken Blythe’s work is highly sought after by miniaturists around the world today and command high prices at auction for such tiny pieces, particularly now that he is no longer alive. I was fortunate enough to acquire pieces from Ken Blythe prior to his death about four years ago, as well as through his estate via his daughter and son-in-law. His legacy will live on with me and in my photography which I hope will please his daughter.
The Superior Quality buttons on cards are in truth tiny beads. They, along with the spool of cotton in the foreground, the sewing box, the spools of cottons pincushion, tape measure, silver embroidery scissors and the knitting needles in it all come from various online shops who sell dollhouse miniatures.
The patterns for three afternoon dresses are genuine 1922 modes and come from Chic Parisien Beaux-Arts de Modes and are modes 386, 387 and 388.
The shears with black handles on the fabric open and close. Made of metal, they came from Doreen Jeffries’ Small Wonders Miniature Shop in the United Kingdom.
The fabric is real, and is a small corner of a few metres I acquired to have made into a shirt. Unfortunately, I cannot remember the name of the pattern.
The corner of Edith’s armchair that can be seen in the top of the photo is upholstered in blue chintz, and is made to the highest quality standards by J.B.M. Miniatures. The back and seat cushions come off the body of the armchair, just like a real piece of furniture.
The floorboards are a print of a photo taken of some floorboards that I scaled to 1:12 size to try and maintain a realistic look.
I've had so much fun with this week's PPT!!
In the summer I took the kids 'gambling'. Every year I give them £1 each - we swop them for 2p's and 1p's and then go for the 'prizes' in the machines. This year we did really well -we won 3 of these key rings (this was the only pink one!) and a plastic lorry!! lol!!
It might be too many pictures of this 15 year old bike. I understand it is a bit as being in love as a teenager, you see nothing but the one you love. And I admitt riding a bike again for the first time in 27 years with my boss behind me, to see all those pretty places so close to where we live that we have never seen before, was fantastic.
This is from the same trip to Ålesund in May, this is between Vågsøy and Selje. A place we just had to stop and enjoy. And there were many stops!!
This area would be nice to explore with a car. But with the bike you get so much closer to everything. You smell the salt air along the sea and the freshly ploughed fields. You feel the warmth of the sun, and the cold when you drive by a waterfall. You lean into the bends and dance along the road rather than to sit on top of it. The rumble behind you and the slightly vibration from the machine. This is what enjoying the narrow winding roads in the majestic nature is all about.
More pictures in the first comment.
Its cohorts all gone, sliced down by the relentless machines, this lone tree stood tall and proud.
117 Pictures in 2017 … #62. Tall
I'd like to wish all those who have followed, commented, liked and viewed my photos during 2017 a very happy Christmas, and best wishes for the new year :)
The photo is of one of my model railway layouts, 'Tighte End Yard', which is a fictitious 4mm scale/00 gauge DRS servicing depot based somewhere in the north of England. The closest loco is a Hornby class 20, which has been rebuilt and modified, then repainted to depict a DRS machine. This engine is devoid of its motor, and I use it in nuclear flask workings to 'double head' with motored locos. The middle engine is a Bachmann general release model of 57309 'Pride of Crewe'. This model has had improved PH Designs radiator grilles added, as well as extra marker lights as per the full size engine. The rear loco is a Bachmann model of 66412. This engine has been renumbered to 66428 and has had new light clusters added to better represent the prototype.
This MOC was inspired by the little menagerie of kids entertainment that could always be found in the entrances to grocery stores when I was younger, specifically focused on the little coin operated rides and the gumball machines. This was built for the New Elementary Lantern contest, and the lantern is used as both the core of the gumball machine and the center for the whale ride, which hinges on the handle of the lantern.
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Another Reed Aviation machine, this time at Liverpool. This is a 1966 model that started its life as as G-ATMI with Autair International Airways In its life it worked for - LIAT; Skyways Coach Air;Court Line; British Air Ferries; Dan Air; Air BVI; and Emerald Airways.It was eventually scrapped at Blackpool but the nose section was recovered and made its way to the RAF Millom Aviation and Military Museum. This like a few of the airlines it flew for went bust and the site is now H K Prison Haverigg Alan Lord Collection
I've said this before and I'll say it again........I really miss a time machine! This C&NW train is heading for Clarion, IA just five years after the Chicago Great Western's demise. Ripping along at 25 miles per hour a vintage CGW F3 leads a C&NW SD9 and 15 plus assorted cars. This mess of history has just departed Mason City, IA on 08-31-1973 and is approaching Burchinal, IA. The tracks are gone, the engines are gone and I'm betting all the cars are long gone. I'm still here and I'm glad I was there on that wonderful August day almost 40 years ago.
Az EXIF érték rossz, mert objektívet cseréltem, s ezután nem változtattam meg a gépben az előre beállított értéket.
Ez a kép 55mm-es lencsével készült. Sajnos a kép nem teljesen éles, mert a gyermek állandóan mozgott, s a fényhiány miatt kicsi volt a mélységélesség. ... De a szeme! ...
The EXIF value is wrong because I changed the lens and then did not change the preset value in the machine.
This image is made with a 55mm lens. Unfortunately, the picture is not completely sharp, because the child was constantly moving and the depth of field was small due to the lack of light. ... But his eyes! ...
Photo taken with:
Fujifilm X-T2 + Porst Color Reflex MC-Auto f:1.2/55mm (Vintage)
f:1,4; ISO 1000; 1/60
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This MOC was inspired by the little menagerie of kids entertainment that could always be found in the entrances to grocery stores when I was younger, specifically focused on the little coin operated rides and the gumball machines. This was built for the New Elementary Lantern contest, and the lantern is used as both the core of the gumball machine and the center for the whale ride, which hinges on the handle of the lantern.
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Eorope, Portugal, Algarve, Barlavento, Portimão, Museu de Portimão (slightly cut from L, R & T)
What does a industry museum have to do to really enlighten the public about local vintage production technology and processes? Well, the main ingredients of the successful recipe of the 'Museu Portimão are here:
1. Use an existing factory (the 'São Francisco" fish canning factory of the Feu brothers) .
2. Carefully renovate the factory and recondition and re-install the production machinery.
3. Don’t isolate the factory from the broader chain of production & distribution - so show the way the fish gets from the fishing boats at the adjacent dock into the factory and how its distributed after canning.
4. And last but certainly not least, show the way the people in the factory worked and tell about their social and cultural background. One of the ways this is implemented is the use of dummies – not in full colour like in the Museu da Electricidade here but minimalist in white – focussing on the body language/gestures of the workers and more specifically: focussed on the way they interact with each other and the machines. This works rather well. But sometimes visually it seems like an army of ghost workers has invaded the factory ;-) Hence the title.
Shown is the place where the fish was brought into the factory from the adjacent docks. These docks and the cranes that go with it are by the way still there.
This is the start of a new museum series and number 17 of the Schaufensterpuppen album
Da die Infusion nur bei jedem dreißigsten oder vierzigsten Versuch ein Ergebnis brachte, habe ich mir eine Tropfen-Maschine gebaut. Dies wird mit einer Arduino-Karte und der Software Droplet gesteuert. Es wurden zwei Taschenlampen verwendet. Alle nachfolgenden Fotos wurden auf diese Weise erstellt.
Since the infusion set only every thirtieth or fortieth attempt brought a result, I have built myself a drop machine. This is controlled with an Arduino board and the software Droplet. Two flashlights were used. All subsequent photos were created in this way.
Following the collapse of the Economy and Civil War 2 - The Brickarms Company realigned it's business to provide new services in the DSA (Divided States of America).
The new focus was on prroduction of ceramic, plastic and electro conductor weapons using Chapmans Maximaker and 3D printing machines. This has enabled him to supply a new generation of arms to those not able to get hold of expensive metal weapons.
Entirely plastic printed firearms are the only realistic affordable weapons for the masses.
The Brickarms crew seen here provide bodyguard services, community policing and/or high value target extraction services.
Left to Right
The Enigma Badger - Comms, Surveillance and PR
Tomas "The Tank" Polawski - Crowd Control
Mr Chapman - CEO and Field Command
Obi Samuels - Support Gunner
Shay "Bear Claws" Antiman - Recon
Angellica is a sewing MACHINE!
This Blythe doll is Angellica Nurse of Compassion, posing for the theme “Sewing Machine” in the Blythe a Day group on Flickr. Her Singer is an ornament from Hallmark. I made the sewing machine brooch many long years ago, before I knew Blythe, when I spent much of my time sewing.
NSX rig shot I did in Los Angeles for Revvolution (www.revvolution.com) as part of their feature on this incredible machine. This NSX is heavily modified and sounds insane! One of my personal favorite rig shots to date. Flares are actually 100% natural. This was a 13-second exposure.
"Let's go, Captain Greer! The boys are waiting for us."
Bill Hardy is one of the best chopper pilots there is, and when he finds out he's on an aerial support and extraction mission, he gets downright antsy. In spite of outranking the cowboy, Doc knows he's just along for the ride.
I can't believe how hard it's been to get a shot of this helicopter. Been planning for about 3 months, and either weather, the location or my family didn't cooperate. Even today, I didn't get into the spot I wanted, so I made due with this place. Love this helicopter, though. If you're into historical machines, this is well detailed and near-scale; don't hesitate if you can find one at a reasonable price.
Quite a machine this is! A chap in my neighbourhood owns this and the idea is that he will use this as a project but he was just out for a drive. Not my cup of tea but it was so massive!
On 30 January 2018 an adolescent rests against his bicycle listening to his favourite music tracks on the station at Yatton, whilst a Colas-liveried track-machine heads south, presumably to Taunton's Fairwater Yard.
(If any viewers can identify what type of track-machine this is, please add a comment - I have no idea, this is a subject about which I know very little!)
I love to hear the chipping sparrows as they make a sound similar to an old electric sewing machine. This one is sporting a bright rufous cap during breeding season. In Montell, Uvalde County, Texas.
Yup - another of those old shots from my visit to Mr. Peabody's WABAC machine - this one from Aug '07.
I guess I should warn you to continue reading at your own risk:
That's a garden "welcome" sign the hummer is sitting on ... which gives this an unusual twist .. a hummer sitting on a hummer ... hmmm ... how interesting.
Oh well, I thought it was interesting. I guess old people have a warped sense of things (couldn't be just me ... could it) ???
It's almost SOOC - had to dull the highlights just a bit as I used the on-camera flash ... I'm not bright enough to know how to use a flash in other ways (so I guess flashes are brighter than me? ... get it, flash = bright light, I'm not bright ergo flashes are ..... oh skip it, go see somebody else who has something worthwhile)
Good thing my mind is still sharp as ever 'cause my body sure ain't ;-)))))
If you've wasted your time and read this far, waste some more time and see this large on black -- it's not very good, but it will waste more time (and isn't that what Flickr is all about? :-)
And here's one more thing to waste your time thinking about - this was in Explore on May 24, 2011 #245, go figure.
Volvo B9TL Wright Eclipse Gemini
Seen waiting excess layover time, for the last 36 of the night, and what a machine this is!?! B9 GTI!!
WORKING ITS 1ST MAINLINE SPECIAL AFTER RETURN FROM OVERHAUL 70000 "BRITANNIA" COMPLETE WITH"THE BRITANNIA PHOENIX" HEADBOARD HEADS WEST OUT OF CHESTER PASSING THE CANAL LOCKS BEFORE TAKING THE ROUTE TOWARDS SHREWSBURY ON 27/07/91, WHAT A MAGNIFICENT MACHINE THIS IS.
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Today was all about cleaning up. My sewing area and fabric was in complete disarray. All the vintage fabric I picked up needed to be properly folded and organized, as well as all the sheet scraps I accumulated from cutting up sheets!
Since it is clean now, I thought a few photos were in order. I keep a few of my very favorite vintage fabrics directly above my sewing machine. This purple/blue/green print is my favorite fabric of all time!
Vrijdag 8 September 2023, Thüngersheim (D)
DGU, Deutsche Gleisbau Union GmbH & Co. KG, gevestigd in Hamm en Koblenz (D), is een rail infra structuur bedrijf dat Rail - en Wissel stopmachines aanbiedt voor werkzaamheden. Het machine park bestaat uit 6 stopmachines en 6 ballast profileer- en distributie machines.
Deze vrijdag komt DGU langs Thüngersheim met een Plasser & Theurer UNIMAT 08-275 3SY stopmachine en een SSP 110 SW ballast distributie en profileermachine op weg van Karlstadt naar Würzburg en verder.
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Friday 8 September 2023, Thüngersheim (D)
DGU, Deutsche Gleisbau Union GmbH & Co. KG, located in Hamm and Koblenz (D), is a rail infrastructure company that offers Rail - and Switch tamping machines. The machine park consists of 6 tamping machines and 6 ballast profiling and distribution machines.
This friday DGU passes Thüngersheim with a Plasser & Theurer UNIMAT 08-275 3SY tamping machine and a SSP 110 SW ballast distributing and profiling machine on its way from Karlstadt to Würzburg and beyond.
Going on a road trip and trying to get some things started that I can hand finish in the car. This gal will be my model since she is a bit TLC and I worry about heads breaking off in my tote bag. I am working on a collar shirt which is most frustrating b/c I don't understand the directions, but I'm trying to press on. Here I'm sewing in sleeves. I'[m so thrilled that I got to use my machine this morning and do a little crafting. Hope I can manage to do this black blouse. I almost gave up this morning.
I love the orange fabric and plan to make a skirt out of that for her.
Tammy by Ideal
Resting in the company hangar, soon to be joined by a second Ex-Fedex machine this week!
T2 Aviation - Oil Spill Response
Boeing 727-2S2F
G-OSRA
Doncaster Robin Hood Airport, England
29th January 2015
For Steampunk: The Infernal Machines. This scene shows the leader of Spark*.
The fig might change when I get more parts.
I have built enough now to convince myself that my idea is probably workable and that I should have *something* ready to submit by the end of the month.
I’m not going to say yet what I’m modelling, but if you’ve seen the original then I think you should recognise it (despite the camera angle). Does anyone want to hazard a guess?
I have been wanting to model this loco since I visited the railway four years ago. It’s certainly a foreign loco both in that it’s a long way from Australia, and also in the sense that it’s a pretty weird machine.
This is not the most practical loco to model in Lego minifigure scale, and I’m running out of time already, so I’ll have to see what I can achieve by the end of the month.