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The Weather Really turned, is about 41 degree at NYC Tonite, and i went through my Picture that i have took over this pass few month and i found this shot.
It seem like yesterday with the Hot Summer Weather, it was about 90 degree out in Central Park when i took this shot.
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A Clouded Sulphur nectaring on a buddleia blossom in mid August.
This is for Paul who asked for more color.
Fotos do projeto Memoriascopio,de Leonardo Coelho (leocoelho.jor.br). Fotos reencontradas em antiquários e shopping-chãos no Rio de Janeiro e outras cidades.
Memories of Lower Village/ Kennebunkport, Maine
Sharon Cummins · 5h ·
Maine St Kennebunkport. Photograph taken by Aaron B. Houdlette on July 10, 1888, for Charles Bradbury's widow Juliet when she returned to Kennebunkport for a visit. The house at the far right is where Charles Bradbury and his children were born. It still stands with renovations and additions. The brick Customs House, now the Library, is sandwiched between the Bradbury House and the Kennebunkport Methodist Church which has since been torn down.
Kennebunkport Historical Society
6h ·
THROWBACK THURSDAY by Sharon Cummins Historian Charles Bradbury's house on Maine Street Kennebunkport
Charles Bradbury, author of The History of Kennebunkport from its First Discovery by Bartholomew Gosnold, May 14, 1602 to A. D. 1837, was born in Arundel, on October 7, 1799, in the Smith Bradbury House (C-5 in Strolling Through the Port). Charles' father, Smith Bradbury, was a Sea Captain and a merchant in Kennebunkport, who came from Newburyport around 1790. His mother was Mary Hovey, granddaughter of Reverend John Hovey, minister in Arundel from 1741 to 1768. The Reverend had kept a daily journals of births, marriages and other affairs of the town. Charles Bradbury what was left of John Hovey’s copious notes when he wrote The History of Kennebunkport in 1837.
As a young man, Charles followed in his father’s footsteps and became a sea captain but life at sea was not for him. Another local diarist, Andrew Walker described Bradbury as a tall, handsome, highly intelligent man with a distaste for manual labor. Walker quotes Charles as often saying, "All men are naturally lazy"
Charles married Juliet Walker in 1828. She was the daughter of Captain Daniel Walker of The Cup and Saucer house further down Maine Street (C-16 in Strolling through the Port). The couple had two daughters and a son.
Bradbury’s civic service, to the Town of Kennebunkport was not confined to his study of our history. He taught school and served on the local school board. He was a State Legislator and he served on the Board of York County Commissioners, being appointed Chairman in 1831. He also recorded York County Deeds and the 1830 Kennebunkport Census in beautiful handwriting.
Charles Bradbury seemed to be a man invested in his hometown with his heart and soul. The death of three-year-old Charles Bradbury, Jr., on August 2, 1844, may have been a turning point for the family. The child was buried at The Bass Cove Cemetery, with his grandparents Smith and Mary Bradbury.
Charles transferred his share of the family home, near the Customs House, to his siblings and moved his family to Albion, Michigan where he worked for the railroad until his death in 1864.
This photograph from the Kennebunkport Historical Society Collection was taken on July 10, 1888, for Charles’ widow Juliet when she returned to Kennebunkport for a visit. The house at the far right is where Charles Bradbury and his children were born. It still stands with renovations and additions. The brick Customs House, now the Library is sandwiched between the Bradbury House and the Methodist Church which has since been torn down.
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American Motoring Memories is a classic car restoration shop in Culver City Calif. The owner Jeff Reade concentrates primarily on early Corvette restorations but is known to do total & partial restorations and update maintenance on many of the Big Three (GM, Ford, Chrysler) classics from the '50s to early 70's.
2 декабря 2019, Творческий вечер памяти святителя Филарета / 2 December 2019, Creative evening in memory of St. Filaret
Mengenang (Memory) By Cave Urban
"AFTER nearly half a million visitors looked at 113 sculptures, the people have spoken for this year's Sculpture by the Sea.
And the winner of the People's Choice 2012 is the artist collective Cave Urban for its work mengenang (memory), a collection of propeller-driven bamboo and feather sculptures which turn and sing in the wind.
A tribute to those who died in the Bali bombings (there are 222 poles, each representing a lost life in 2002 and 2005), the work has inspired people to stop, watch and, in a lot of cases, be deeply affected by the sight of the poles as they react to the world around them."
Read more: www.smh.com.au/entertainment/art-and-design/design-group-...
My memories are not lost - In fact they are sparkly clear - I just thought this was a fitting title - Another shot from Bornholm - I liked the moon in this shot - and purposely worked the OOF method in this to fit it nicely towards a polaroid effect - (the polaroid is post process :-).
American Motoring Memories is a classic car restoration shop in Culver City Calif. The owner Jeff Reade concentrates primarily on early Corvette restorations but is known to do total & partial restorations and update maintenance on many of the Big Three (GM, Ford, Chrysler) classics from the '50s to early 70's.
An oil painting of my father. He painted this one in 1985.
Memories of long gone times. A glass and a bottle of Jack-Op beer.
"Why, hello, say, can I buy you another glass of beer, brother..."
I shot this photo in Spring 2019 when scientists’ warning a pandemic was coming seemed possible but not real. Kind of like my brain injury diagnosis. My 23rd anniversary brings reflection. jeejeebhoy.ca/2023/01/15/2023-23-years-since-y2ks-car-cra...
This box was a gift from my Grandma Jeanne to my Grandfather Daniel in December of 1924, when they'd been married a few years. It's always been on my mother's desk, and in Cairo, she had it fitted with a wrought iron frame. When we moved here to Brooklyn, she gave it to us and now it's got all our wedding memories in it.
It is, needless to say, very precious to me. I never met my grandfather but I remember Grandma Jeanne well - and the spidery, neat handwriting dedicating the box on the inside reminds me of her.