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Rhizophora mangle (Red mangrove)
Habitat and aerial view at Nuupia Pond, Oahu, Hawaii.
February 28, 2006
The fan-made plush of Mangle (Foxy 2.0) from the Horror video game, Five Nights At Freddy's. This isn't mine, this made by a fellow fan...
Got rear ended by a Dodge Ram 1500 at about 80mph, driver and passengers were seriously injured but alive.
The Dodge lost control and sped about 200yds through a parking lot threading needles between trees, cars, a coffee shop and hitting a transformer before plowing into the front of a Blockbuster Video store. The driver was very much alive, supposedly on Meth and DWI, the passenger lost vital signs but was revived.
Charges of Vehicular assault are expected to be pressed against the driver of the Dodge.
This all happened as Emily and I were lying in bed enjoying The Endless Summer. All of the sudden everything went black and it sounded like we were being bombed... The crash happened literally right on the other side of our backyard fence.
Luckily for the victims a police unit was about 50yds up the street driving southbound on Hover St. as the accident happened.
“Mutiny” on the Mangles
The mutiny on the Mangles, 1824 was as tame and half-hearted affair as that on the Ocean. Sailing from Portsmouth on July 13 with male convicts, the Mangles touched at Teneriffe, and after leaving the latter port an informer disclosed that the prisoners, assisted by some members of the crew, intended to rise and take the ship. Some credence was lent to the story by the fact that the seamen had been grumbling openly because the master, John Coghill, had made a search of their chests in consequence of some paltry thefts. The sentinels were therefore increased from four to six and a rack was built on the poop for the guards’ muskets which were now kept loaded.
“The convicts have lately been observed talking in bodies in whispers together,” the commander of the guard, Lieutenant Dalrymple, wrote in a report on August 19, “and making remarks to the men and sentinels of the 40th, such as, ‘We cannot all be hanged and they can but transport us again if we are caught’. ‘if we had you ashore’ and ‘We could easily break the stanchions of the prison if we chose’”. The convicts no doubt got a lot of satisfaction out of ribbing their guards, but the effect of their threats and boasting was to induce the officers to accept the story told to them by the informer. According to him the rising was planned to take place when the hatches were opened at 6 a.m. one morning and most of the soldiers were below. The convicts were to rush the cabin, seize what arms they could, and block the hatchway leading to the guards’ sleeping quarters, where, until the erection of the rack on the poop, the arms had been kept.
The reality proved very different. A sentry gave the alarm at about 7 p.m. on August 15 and the guard and crew at once mustered under arms. “The sentinel had heard a noise, as if the prisoners were rushing to the hatchway,” stated Dalrymple in his report. “As they had been quiet just before he thought they were making good their escape.” This incident, which existed probably only in the overwrought imagination of the sentry, constituted the only attempt at mutiny on board the Mangles.
Attribution:
Charles Bateson, The Convict Ships 1787 – 1868
© All Rights Reserved
1988 Library of Australian History, Sydney NSW. Edited by Barry Robson
Lazarus arrived in Australia 1824 on the convict ship ‘Mangles’ in the good company of 189 other male convicts, it’s 3rd such voyage. The vessel departed Plymouth on the 6th July 1824, arriving 106 days later at Port Jackson on the 27th October 1824.
Attribution:
Extract from the "Moodie Connections" by Ruth Rodgers
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State Library of Victoria
www.slv.vic.gov.au/pictoria/gid/slv-pic-aab73617/1/b31695
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I took these shots when Caroline and I were shooting the Andrew Halley house. If you check out down & out and mangled you will see it from her perspective.......the age of chivalry is long gone my dear, this here is the age of the opportunistic photographer :^)
after the storm
Forest Hills, Queens, NYC
September 16, 2010
It all happened within 5 minutes.... At about quarter to 6, without warning, during the height of the evening rush, the most violent storm in recent memory tore across Staten Island, Brooklyn and central Queens. One tornado, with winds of 80 mph sent rooftops flying in Brooklyn, and a second tornado touched down in Queens, combined with a macroburst with winds in excess of 120mph. There was one tragic fatality, 1,500 trees were lost, 3,000 lightning strikes were counted, and 911 fielded 24,000 calls in the three hours following the storm.
The sky was getting dark, but having heard nothing on the weather forecast, I went out to the supermarket. As I walked back there was near constant thunder and I almost ran to get home, feeling the impending intensity in the air. I hurried up the front walk of our apartment just as the first big drops were falling and by the time I made it upstairs, water was blasting through the windows. Even after I closed them, water was coming THROUGH the air conditioner. You could see nothing outside but a dark-green and grey swirl and it sounded as if someone was punching the glass, trying to get in. The wind seemed to come from everywhere. And then it was suddenly gone.
Almost immediately, the sirens began, and I'm sure many were injured. Very sadly, a woman from Pennsylvania was killed nearby in her car. Our front walkway was barricaded by fallen trees, which was the general scene everywhere. Every block was littered with trees, many of them huge and ancient. A few windows in our building were smashed out. Eerily, there were also a number of shoes and umbrellas laying around- discarded as people ran for cover. In the air was the smell of fire. I must have seen more than 40 damaged cars, and about ten which were completely crushed. Many streets were impassable, and a traffic nightmare quickly ensued- total gridlock, people going the wrong way down streets, pedestrians everywhere, and off-duty cops trying their best to keep the peace. Someone told me it took him one hour to drive two blocks.
The general sense on the street was one of disbelief, as many homebound commuters emerged from the subway totally unaware of what happened, the unique Forest Hills blend of trees and urban-ness mangled out of recognition. As night fell, the scene became more chaotic still, with snarled traffic and constant sirens lasting until well after midnight. Firefighters from other neighborhoods were having trouble navigating the bizarre address system of Queens, and worse, could barely fight through the crowds. I overheard on a police radio that, among other incidents, a woman was going into labor a few blocks away.
Up at Queens Boulevard, a few stores had lost their windows- some had overturned shelves and puddles of water. Many signs were damaged and some teenagers were gleefully carrying a huge green "Yellowstone Blvd" sign that had fallen.
After midnight, there was a bit of peace, but within an hour around 7am, the chaos returned full force. There's a lot of clean-up to be done, and I imagine it will take weeks. All told, however, we are lucky. It is amazing, though sad, that there was only one fatality- that almost everyone managed to stay clear of all the falling trees is miraculous. Far worse things happen all the time around the world. Still, the words on everyone's lips as you walk through the neighborhood today are best summed up by what I heard an elderly woman say in a thick Russian accent: "In my life, I never seen nothing like this"
While cleaning out our mud room this afternoon, I found a bucket filled with these guys that roommate John left behind. It made me miss him. Not all the army guys are melted, but the ones that are, are priceless! I put them all in a glass cylinder and placed it on top of our mantle. Because I'm CLASSY!
Rhizophora mangle (Red mangrove)
Habitat with Chinese goose at Kealia Pond, Maui, Hawaii.
October 16, 2009
Rhizophora mangle (Red mangrove)
Habitat aerial view Airport Golfcourse at Honolulu Airport, Oahu, Hawaii.
August 06, 2010
This is why you don't rush reassembling any motor, do it slow and methodically and you hopefully wont forget to nip a securing nut tightly enough (or at all in this case. I didn't realise this was the case with my stuffupo until i heard an almighty noise like someone threw a rock at a beer barrel.
many many hours of messing about with a magnet on a telescopic rod saved me from having to tear down the motor. I just hope the securing nut is safe and sound somewhere inside the bottom of the sump.
Before the arrival of spin dryers mangles were used on washdays to remove the majority of the water from the wash after washing. They consisted of two rollers in a sturdy frame, connected by cogs and powered by a hand crank.# #ripon #mangle
'Growing' in a neglected corner of the garden. A reminder of times gone by.
For 241 Challenge: Photo- a - week. Weej 26 - Objects
Formación en la que participan ciertos vegetales adaptados a la vida en las costas pantanosas tropicales que son invadidadas regularmente por las aguas saladas de las mareas. Por lo general este tipo de vegetación produce raíces aéreas.
A derelict basement communal washing and drying room beneath block of Walworth council flats. Washing machine next to mangle. There should be a Butler sink behind but someone has nicked it.
Rhizophora mangle (Red mangrove)
Large trees with aerial prop roots at Laie Kihei, Maui, Hawaii.
January 20, 2010
D2498. No automatic washing machines here! An old mangle in an outhouse at the back of a cottage at the rather splendid Black Country Living Museum at Dudley in the West Midlands.
A visit here is highly recommended and further details can be found here : www.bclm.co.uk/
Sunday, 18th February, 2007. Copyright © Ron Fisher.
Forest Hills Day Care Center
which also lost portions of its fence
Forest Hills, Queens, NYC
September 17, 2010
It all happened within 5 minutes.... At about quarter to 6, without warning, during the height of the evening rush, the most violent storm in recent memory tore across Staten Island, Brooklyn and central Queens. One tornado, with winds of 80 mph sent rooftops flying in Brooklyn, and a second tornado touched down in Queens, combined with a macroburst with winds in excess of 120mph. There was one tragic fatality, 1,500 trees were lost, 3,000 lightning strikes were counted, and 911 fielded 24,000 calls in the three hours following the storm.
The sky was getting dark, but having heard nothing on the weather forecast, I went out to the supermarket. As I walked back there was near constant thunder and I almost ran to get home, feeling the impending intensity in the air. I hurried up the front walk of our apartment just as the first big drops were falling and by the time I made it upstairs, water was blasting through the windows. Even after I closed them, water was coming THROUGH the air conditioner. You could see nothing outside but a dark-green and grey swirl and it sounded as if someone was punching the glass, trying to get in. The wind seemed to come from everywhere. And then it was suddenly gone.
Almost immediately, the sirens began, and I'm sure many were injured. Very sadly, a woman from Pennsylvania was killed nearby in her car. Our front walkway was barricaded by fallen trees, which was the general scene everywhere. Every block was littered with trees, many of them huge and ancient. A few windows in our building were smashed out. Eerily, there were also a number of shoes and umbrellas laying around- discarded as people ran for cover. In the air was the smell of fire. I must have seen more than 40 damaged cars, and about ten which were completely crushed. Many streets were impassable, and a traffic nightmare quickly ensued- total gridlock, people going the wrong way down streets, pedestrians everywhere, and off-duty cops trying their best to keep the peace. Someone told me it took him one hour to drive two blocks.
The general sense on the street was one of disbelief, as many homebound commuters emerged from the subway totally unaware of what happened, the unique Forest Hills blend of trees and urban-ness mangled out of recognition. As night fell, the scene became more chaotic still, with snarled traffic and constant sirens lasting until well after midnight. Firefighters from other neighborhoods were having trouble navigating the bizarre address system of Queens, and worse, could barely fight through the crowds. I overheard on a police radio that, among other incidents, a woman was going into labor a few blocks away.
Up at Queens Boulevard, a few stores had lost their windows- some had overturned shelves and puddles of water. Many signs were damaged and some teenagers were gleefully carrying a huge green "Yellowstone Blvd" sign that had fallen.
After midnight, there was a bit of peace, but within an hour around 7am, the chaos returned full force. There's a lot of clean-up to be done, and I imagine it will take weeks. All told, however, we are lucky. It is amazing, though sad, that there was only one fatality- that almost everyone managed to stay clear of all the falling trees is miraculous. Far worse things happen all the time around the world. Still, the words on everyone's lips as you walk through the neighborhood today are best summed up by what I heard an elderly woman say in a thick Russian accent: "In my life, I never seen nothing like this"