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The camera club held a workshop on the beach, early one Sunday morning, just before sunrise. It was grey and cloudy and my attention shifted from the incoming tide to the beach huts up on the prom. Presumably the beer bottle had been left by a late-night reveller the night before, but it reminded me of how my mum used to leave out empty milk bottles for the milkman to collect and replace on his daily round.
I'd have liked this image to have given more space around the top of the hut but the cropped version here actually looks better: sadly the beach hut had a flat roof and a lamp post directly behind it (why don't town planners consider photographers? ;-)
Thanks to BRCC and Roger Crocombe in particular for organising a dawn workshop. It was good to meet up and the rain held off, just until we were ready to leave :-)
with all the beautiful images here on flickr …..strange but there are still some that stick in my mind ...i think they will stay with me forever......this work was inspired by one such picture.
“Surreal Pyramid”....by david4pictures
Entry Number 2 into iPlymouth May Compo' .
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Socially distanced queue waiting outside to order a coffee to take away from the excellent Milkman Cafe on the bottom of steeply curving Cockburn Street (I love that they kept the old "ghost sign" from a long-ago business above the door when renovating).
The young milkman (1919). My colorization of Samuel
Lindskog´s image in the Örebro läns museum archive (Digital Museum).
Samuel Lindskog (1872 - 1953) documented people, life and landscapes in the Örebro (Sweden) area. He also photographed members of the Swedish Royal Court, and was honored with the title Royal Photographer.
A night that changed the world, a woman, a scandal, a person who should have known better. Never trust a milkman or a postman! Actually just don't trust a man 😂
Friday is ‘Pay the Milkman’ day. And ‘yes please’ - Mrs Barrett would like an extra pint of milk today.
George is playing with his teddy in the garden.
Be careful with those flowers, George- don’t let teddy break them - it won’t be him that’s scolded!
cats week ending
Clara and one of her small ones, I think her name was Tzeitel! :-)
(Like one of the daughters from Tevye the milkman.)
Picked up some cheap expired Provia 400F a while back. It seems to have colour-shifted a bit to the warm side, which is not such a bad thing when shooting Fuji in the shade.
The Milkman
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This is the little village of Moelfre on the north-eastern side of Anglesey. The lantern plate photographer seems to have had a photographic holiday on Anglesey in 1904 because he took a number of pictures, at least two of them at Moelfre.
The village is instantly recognisable today from this vantage point because the buildings and harbour are virtually unchanged.
At the top of the hill in this picture a white building has several people looking at it, perhaps it was new, it still stands out in the scene today On the left a delivery man is chatting to the occupant of the shop, by the two shiny containers I think he was the milkman. A few doors further up the hill is the local pub.
The harbour is similar to this view today, it has been tidied up on the street side but at low tide viewed over the shingle this part is just the same.
The community covers the village, harbour and several smaller, dispersed settlements. It includes six scheduled Iron Age hut groups and many other sites of archaeological interest.
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Collection Geoff Dowling
"It takes a lot of imagination to be a good photographer.
You need less imagination to be a painter because you can invent things.
But in photography everything is so ordinary; it takes a lot of looking before you learn to see the extraordinary."
(David Bailey - English fashion and portrait photographer, b.1938)
This picture was shot in a little village near Varanasi (Benaras) where a few workers of the Red Halo team live.
When I come and visit the families I enjoy taking pictures of the ordinary countryside life which I find extraordinary as it reminds me a few images from old Indian movies I used to watch when I was a teenager.
Time has passed living fragments of nostalgia and the illusion that hours, months or years could stop over there...
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British postcard by Star-Graphics, London, no. S 90. Sent by mail in 1997. Robert Redford in The Electric Horseman (Sydney Pollack, 1979).
With his all-American good looks, Robert Redford (1936) was one of the biggest Hollywood stars of the 1970s. In classics as Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid (1969), The Sting (1973) and All the President's Men (1976), he was the intelligent, reliable, sometimes sardonic good guy. He received two Oscars: one in 1981 for directing Ordinary People, and one for Lifetime Achievement in 2002. In 2010, the actor, director, producer, businessman, environmentalist, philanthropist, and co-founder of the Sundance Film Festival was appointed Chevalier of the Légion d'honneur in France.
Charles Robert Redford Jr. was born in Santa Monica, California in 1936. His parents were Martha W. (Hart) and Charles Robert Redford, Sr., a milkman-turned-accountant. Redford's family moved to Van Nuys, California, while his father worked in El Segundo. He attended Van Nuys High School and was interested in art and sports. After high school, he attended the University of Colorado for a year and a half. He travelled in Europe but decided on a career as a theatrical designer in New York. Enrolling at the American Academy of Dramatic Art he turned to acting. In 1959, Redford's acting career began on stage, making his Broadway debut with a small role in Tall Story. It was followed by parts in The Highest Tree (1959) and Sunday in New York (1961). On TV, he appeared as a guest star on numerous programs, including Maverick (1960), Perry Mason (1960), The Twilight Zone (1962), and The Untouchables (1963). Redford earned an Emmy nomination as Best Supporting Actor for his performance in The Voice of Charlie Pont (1962). Redford made his screen debut in War Hunt (Denis Sanders, 1962), set during the last days of the Korean War. This film also marked the acting debut of director Sydney Pollack, with whom Redford would collaborate on seven films. His biggest Broadway success was as the stuffy newlywed husband of Elizabeth Ashley in Neil Simon's Barefoot in the Park (1963). After this smash hit, he was cast in larger film roles. In the war comedy Situation Hopeless ... But Not Serious (Gottfried Reinhardt, 1965) with Alec Guinness, he played a soldier who has to spend years of his life hiding behind enemy lines. In Inside Daisy Clover (Robert Mulligan, 1965), he played a bisexual movie star who marries starlet Natalie Wood. It won him a Golden Globe for the best new star. A success was This Property Is Condemned (Sydney Pollack, 1966), again with Nathalie Wood. The same year saw he co-starred with Jane Fonda in The Chase (Arthur Penn, 1966), also with Marlon Brando. Fonda and Redford were paired again in the film version of Barefoot in the Park (Gene Saks, 1967) and were again co-stars much later in The Electric Horseman (Sydney Pollack, 1979).
After this initial success, Robert Redford became concerned about his stereotype image of the blond 'All American'. At the age of 32, he found the property he was looking for in Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid (George Roy Hill, 1969), scripted by William Goldman. For the first time, he was teamed with Paul Newman and it was a huge success. The film made him a major bankable star. Other critical and box office hits were Jeremiah Johnson (Sydney Pollack, 1972), the hugely popular period drama The Way We Were (Sydney Pollack, 1973) with Barbra Streisand, and the blockbuster crime caper The Sting (George Roy Hill, 1973), the biggest hit of his career, for which he was also nominated for an Oscar. Between 1974 and 1976, exhibitors voted Redford as Hollywood's top box-office name with such hits as The Great Gatsby (Jack Clayton, 1974) and Three Days of the Condor (Sydney Pollack, 1975) with Faye Dunaway. The popular and acclaimed All the President's Men (Alan J. Pakula, 1976), directed by and scripted once again by Goldman, was a landmark film for Redford. Not only was he the executive producer and co-star, but the film's serious subject matter—the Watergate scandal—and its attempt to create a realistic portrayal of journalism, also reflected the actor's offscreen concerns for political causes. He also appeared in the war film A Bridge Too Far (Richard Attenborough, 1977) before starring in the prison drama Brubaker (Stuart Rosenberg, 1980), playing a prison warden attempting to reform the system, and the baseball drama The Natural (Barry Levinson, 1984). With his enormous salaries, he acquired Utah property, which he transformed into a ranch and the Sundance ski resort. In 1980, he established the Sundance Institute for aspiring filmmakers. Its annual film festival has now become one of the world's most influential.
Robert Redford continued his involvement in mainstream Hollywood movies, though with a newfound focus on directing. The first film he directed, Ordinary People (1980), which followed the disintegration of an upper-class American family after the death of a son, was one of the most critically and publicly acclaimed films of the decade, winning a number of Oscars, including the Academy Award for Best Director for Redford himself, and Best Picture. His follow-up directorial project, The Milagro Beanfield War (1987), failed to generate the same level of attention. Out of Africa (Sydney Pollack, 1985), with Redford and Meryl Streep, became an enormous critical and box office success and won seven Oscars including Best Picture. It was Redford's biggest success of the decade and Redford and Pollack's most successful film together. Redford continued as a major star throughout the 1990s and 2000s. His third film as a director, A River Runs Through It (1992) with the young Brad Pitt was a mainstream success. Then, he starred in Indecent Proposal (Adrian Lyne, 1993) as a millionaire businessman who tests a couple's (Demi Moore and Woody Harrelson) morals. It became one of the year's biggest hits. His film Quiz Show (Robert Redford, 1994), starring Ralph Fiennes and Rob Morrow, earned him yet another Best Director nomination. He co-starred with Michelle Pfeiffer in the newsroom romance Up Close & Personal (Jon Avnet, 1996), and with Kristin Scott Thomas in The Horse Whisperer (1998), which he also directed. Redford also continued work in films with political contexts, such as Havana (Sydney Pollack, 1990), playing Jack Weil, a professional gambler in 1959 Cuba during the Revolution, as well as the caper Sneakers (Phil Alden Robinson, 1992), with River Phoenix. He reteamed with Brad Pitt for Spy Game (Tony Scott, 2001). Redford stepped back into producing with The Motorcycle Diaries (Walter Salles, 2004), a coming-of-age road film about a young medical student, Ernesto 'Che' Guevera, and his friend Alberto Granado. He reteamed with Meryl Streep 22 years after they starred in Out of Africa, for his personal project Lions for Lambs (Robert Redford, 2007), which also starred Tom Cruise. The film disappointed at the box office. Recently, he starred in All Is Lost (J.C. Chandor, 2013) about a man lost at sea. He received very high acclaim for his performance in the film, in which he is its only cast member and has almost no dialogue. Next, he appeared in the Marvel Studios superhero film Captain America: The Winter Soldier playing Alexander Pierce (Anthony Russo, Joe Russo, 2014). More recently, he appeared in such films as A Walk in the Woods (Ken Kwapis, 2015) with Nick Nolte and Emma Thompson, Truth (James Vanderbilt, 2015) with Cate Blanchett, The Discovery (Charlie McDowell, 2017) with Mary Steenburgen, and Avengers: Endgame (Anthony Russo, Joe Russo, 2019) with Robert Downey Jr. Between 1958 and 1985, Robert Redford was married to Lola Van Wagenen. The couple had four children: Scott Anthony (1959 - he died of sudden infant death syndrome, aged 2½ months), painter Shauna Jean Redford (1960), writer and producer David 'Jamie' James (1962), and director, and producer Amy Hart Redford (1970). Redford has seven grandchildren. In 2009, Redford married his long-time partner, German painter Sibylle Szaggars. In 2011, Alfred A. Knopf published 'Robert Redford: The Biography' by Michael Feeney Callan, written over fifteen years with Redford's input, and drawn from his personal papers and diaries.
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The D-Day invasion, code named Operation Overlord, one of the most remarkable feats in military history was under way. It had taken over two years of planning, and was one of the best kept secrets of the war.
Operation Overlord was kept so secret that local people were unaware of what was going on and were issued with passes allowing them to go about their daily business. Even the local milkman had to sign the Official Secrets Act before he was allowed to deliver milk to the site canteen.
The site now occupied by the Country Park was a hive of activity. There was a camp of twenty-one army huts situated in the grassy areas above the cliffs and a construction works camp behind the Mulberry Harbour construction site. The present day Restaurant and Information Centre stand on a site once occupied by a barracks and a cobblers shop, where army boots were mended. After the troops left, the barracks were used as a hospital for the wounded brought back from France. Anti-aircraft guns were positioned on the cliffs above the Restaurant, in front of the Coastguard cottages and in other locations. On a number of occasions the guns were fired at enemy aircraft and at V1 flying bombs - the infamous “Doodlebugs”.
Troops and vehicles left from Lepe. Vehicles were loaded onto ships after being driven onto temporary wharves leading to pier heads. The four-legged metal structures that you can see today, were code named “Dolphins”. They were part of the pier heads and were used as mooring points for ships and landing craft. Tanks and other heavy vehicles were loaded directly from the beach after concrete beach hardening mats had been placed over the foreshore to stop them sinking into the shingle.
I prefer the long exposure shot I took a few years ago where the 'dolphins' are more exposed.
This is an image of Clara's Grandfather, Leslie Burt delivering milk in the Batavia, NY area around 1914.
Shortly after this image was taken he was caught between two railroad crossing barriers. He was trying to unhook the horses to get them out of the way when the train hit. The wagon was destroyed one of the horses was killed and he was seriously injured.
According to the Batavia newspaper archives the railroad was sued, the wagon was replaced, an undisclosed sum was paid for the horse and Leslie Burt got $5,000 dollars, a princely sum at that time.
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How to Tour Penkill Castle in No Easy Steps, Part 2
(See previous image for Part 1)
In the last exciting episode of How to Tour Penkill Castle in No Easy Steps, I had just completed what few photographic compositions from up the lane that Penkill Castle would avail. Walking back in total revery of the liquid sunshine of Ayrshire that imbued me, the first thing I noticed was that my bride was missing! See what I did there? The joy of revery receding to panic in the span of one sentence… except there was neither “revery” nor “panic” in that moment. I was drenched to my drawers and Joyce has a way of turning up missing a lot. Walking together once at a nearby Tanger Outlet Mall, deep in conversation, she did not respond to a query. I turned to her and repeated the question… but it wasn’t her. Another woman looked at me with the aforementioned panic. I apparently gave an expression of wonder about how my wife morphed suddenly into altogether different human being. Something in the window two stores back had caught her eye, and she stopped there without uttering a word. I’ve learned to keep a closer eye on her these days or hold hands. She still breaks loose occasionally like Mustang Sally, though when I do lose her now, I text her, “Where am I?” It’s our longest running joke.
Looking around, I wondered that very thing there at Penkill. Having no signal, texting was out of the question. Was she swallowed up by the Scottish wilderness, or – “Hey! Come in out of the rain!” – perhaps the castle? I’m going with castle. Joyce was waiting just inside the formidable wooden door with a nice fluffy towel. “Bless you!” From there, she led me to the upper room of the turret, where hot tea and biscuits (aka cookies) awaited us.
That was likely the best cup of tea I’ve ever had. Between that and that cozy den, my chill was knocked out in a hurry. Sitting in an overstuffed couch next to Joyce, she told me that the housekeeper insisted that she come in from the rain. That dousing, and a similar incident the next day in Northern Ireland, taught me a lesson for subsequent trips to the U.K. I got us each a phenomenal compact travel umbrella by Repel (yes, Amazon has it) that goes with us everywhere… ever the boy scout, and it paid off. Keep it in mind if you’re headed that way anytime soon and leave a little something in the tip jar.
I wondered a bit about our host as I finished my tea. Joyce and I both had top of the line Galaxy S5 smartphones then but getting 4G information in Scotland using American related tech at the time was frustrating at best. I have since learned that Patrick Dromgoole could best be understood somewhat as Wales’s answer to Ted Turner. He was chairman of HTV Wales, a maverick bucking the BBC hold on communications in the U.K., with much of the programming presented in Welsh (I doubt Wheel of Fortune was among the programs there… you have no idea how hilarious “Can I buy a vowel?” would be concerning the Welsh language). He was also an executive producer, producer, and director of movies and television programming. All I knew as he entered the room was that he had been involved in the entertainment industry, often behind the camera. It also occurred to me that merely the cost for keeping such a structure as Penkill as comfortable as it was required a standard of life a bit higher than I am used to. Robin Leech came to mind in that moment, hobnobbing with the rich and famous. Yet, something about his gracious hospitality to a couple of foreign strangers who just suddenly came a-knockin’ perhaps told me more about him… he’s an artist, always looking for what life has to offer his imagination. I can relate to that. I have met famous people before, but I am never starstruck, as I’ve never met stranger. I tend to go with my strengths… makes me think I should have been a salesman. “Buy this or I’ll kick your dog and pull up your shrubbery!” Well, maybe not. He took note of how wet I was as he came into the room. I told him that I fell in the moat. His laughter set the tone for our time there.
Introductions all around, then Joyce quickly laid out her connection to the Boyd family, and her interest in its history and ancestry. Patrick took an immediate interest, asking Joyce what she knew of the castle. Patrick had purchased Penkill Castle in 1993 for the sum of £650,000. His interest in it was not that of Boyd ancestry, but rather the Pre-Raphaelite artwork associated with it. Of course, to understand that required knowledge of the castle’s overall history. I instantly discerned that he was not simply owner/resident here; he had been a consummate student of the past. ‘If these walls could speak!’ Penkill’s did… he listened.
In writing this, I had to test the rationality of what Patrick stated, if only to make sense to my American mind, though rationality and the World Wide Web are often anything but synonymous… I have hens’ teeth now for show-and-tell, however! Penkill had passed from Boyd Laird to Boyd Laird, all relatives of the Earls of Kilmarnock, from Adam Boyd, the 1st Laird, to Evelyn May Courtney-Boyd, the 16th and final Laird, as she would pass it to private ownership. Some of those Lairds were builders with vision; others were anything but, handled resources poorly and some let things go to ruin. All of that is true, though gleaning much truth beyond that over the internet is seemingly little more than an exercise in futility. Regardless such futility, it does point out a couple more certainties: even (or should I say especially?) aristocrats are given to the human condition, as is the internet. I’ve read historical accounts of Penkill that are contradictory, hearsay, or just downright false. As is always the case, some well-intentioned online know-it-alls are more interested in reducing the world to a reflection of their opinions without once considering those opinions may be mistaken at best. A particular site wrongly attributes Alice Boyd as the 15th Laird of Penkill. The same site also attributes her as the 14th Laird, a glaring contradiction. Who knows what else the author got wrong? From there, it’s evident authors of other sites took liberties with the same false claim, which amounted to poor research. I would have to pour through actual documents to determine such historical aspects conclusively… but my intent here is not to unfold a grand historical account of the castle (allegedly, an unpublished history by a relative of Laird Alice Boyd depicting that period at Penkill is held by Princeton University if anyone is so inclined). It is merely my observation of things heard and seen from one who knew this place intimately, as so few are.
Patrick was as charming as he was gracious. He genuinely seemed to appreciate our company… we were a willing audience and Joyce had questions. At age 83 at the time, his movement was slowed, yet his mind was quick to offer a lifetime of accumulated knowledge with both wit and certainty. In mere moments from his appearance, I found his sense of humor to be quite like mine. Joyce had told him that we were on our honeymoon. He took note that we were nearer the ‘sell by’ date than a typical bride and groom. I told him about Joyce showing her ring at work where she had been a nurse for 25 plus years… the first question from coworkers was “Where are you registered?” We were still sorting that out at the time because, being older, she had stuff, I had stuff, all God’s children had stuff, and we truly didn’t need more. Somewhat flustered, Joyce recounted that at dinner that night with friends. I didn’t miss a beat: “Next time, just tell them that at our age, we’re registered with CVS Pharmacy.” Patrick roared, and we seemed to bond in that moment. At his age, he well understood the progression. In answer to your question, yes, we settled to register with both Samaritan’s Purse and Wounded Warrior Project… with CVS as an alternate. Ha!
Patrick regaled us with a concise understanding of the region and its people. Something in that stood out to me. A few days before, Joyce and I attended the 700th Celebration of the Battle of Bannockburn. Mind you, that’s not so much a celebration of war, but rather Scotland’s stand against England. Think about that… 700 years. Joyce had tickets to a special presentation of how the battle ensued. Walking among the displays, it occurred to me that Scots hold a grudge for a very long time. That is a funny generalization, but it’s close to the truth. The oppressed commoners of Ayrshire were no great respecters of either aristocracy, or of the imposing edifices they lived in. Patrick had to bring in skilled workers out of London for upgrades and repairs to the castle. The locals wanted no part of that, some feeling that it should be left to decay.
Patrick’s interest there started with Alice Boyd, the 14th Laird of Penkill. Her father and her brother, both named Spenser, died rather young. Before her brother, the 13th Laird, died, they both had formed a lasting alliance with the British Pre-Raphaelite movement while the castle was under construction. Allow a bit of supposition here on my part, as I’m unable to find exactness here apart from Patrick’s thoughts: the root of that alliance likely came as they, too, had to turn to the place of the best available craftsmen on the British Isles at the time, London. At her brother’s death, Alice assumed lairdship, as Spenser was childless. Under her direction, construction continued, yet more as a transformation influenced by the Pre-Raphaelite Brotherhood. Penkill would become a center to the movement, with many of the brotherhood finding their way through its doors.
Alice would become not just a fine painter herself, but she would find herself accepted into the brotherhood. One of the finest artists of that movement, William Bell Scott, formed an enduring relationship with her and trained her in his style of painting… she began as his student and became his muse. Though she never married, her connection with Scott would become quite the soap opera tryst… he was married, though unhappily, and his muse would become a sought-after prize. I have a working title for the dramatic interpretation of that…Penkill Abbey. Has a ring to it.
In March of 2021, a painting, The Thames from Cheyne Walk, probably a view from Belle Vue House sold at Bonhams, unframed, for £ 237,750 (US$ 322,811). Belle Vue (meaning beautiful view) House in London was occupied by Scott at the time. Alice created that painting while wintering there. Now, art can be defined in a myriad of ways. However, art cannot be defined in every way. Truth can be found in art, ‘truth’ being defined as that which conforms to reality… in this instance, we see evidence of both the existence and depth of their relationship. There is yet another truth about that painting… there is significant worth in Pre-Raphaelite art. After Scott’s wife died, he moved into Penkill Castle. Included in Alice’s additions to the castle was an art studio, where they both set to work converting the castle into an imaginative gallery.
Scott adorned the castle tower staircase with murals based on The Kingis Quair (yes, that’s spelled correctly, meaning The King’s Book), a semi-autobiographical poem written by James I of Scotland, describing the King's capture by the English in 1406 while on his way to France and his subsequent imprisonment by Henry IV. Members of the Pre-Raphaelite Brotherhood modeled as characters in that undertaking. Meanwhile, Alice concentrated on the turret room and the Laird’s bedroom. Other works were done, though we were privileged to see only the staircase, the turret room, and a grand dining hall. From descriptions of Alice’s work on the bedroom, I suspect she was the one who decorated the surround in my image A View from the Turret. Another member of the brotherhood, poet Cristina Rossetti, summed up her thoughts of Penkill in this way, ‘Even Naples in imagination cannot efface the quiet fertile comeliness of Penkill in reality.’ I will never know Naples of her day, yet there is a depth to that statement that Joyce and I could well appreciate.
Even such grandeur needs upkeep. 100 years later, the castle fell into disrepair yet again. Evelyn May Courtney-Boyd, the 16th and last Boyd Laird of Penkill was age 84 at the time she offered the castle for private ownership. Friends remembered her as generous to a fault, though with no head for finances… bills were going unpaid. That, and apparently, she was taken advantage of by many around her, essentially rifling through and absconding with treasured art of the castle. One of those people became quite legendary, though not in a way he would have preferred. Are there any stories about milkmen that end up as anything other than jokes about paternity issues? Patrick had one such story concerning the double portrait of the siblings Alice and Spencer Boyd, painted by William Bell Scott that hangs there in the turret room. That painting is supposedly cursed. Etched above it is a warning, “Move not this picture, let it be, for love of those in effigy.”
According to the tale, of which there appears to be some authenticity, Willie Hume was the milkman who delivered to Evelyn her dairy necessities. While doing so, he also took note of her loneliness. He, along with his wife, finagled their way not just into the Laird’s heart, but eventually into the castle as a resident. Soon thereafter, art from Penkill’s collections found their way to Scottish auction houses. Hmmm… seems like 5-fingered supplemental income transpired right under Evelyn’s nose to my untrained wits. Willie thought the cursed painting should be a prize for some hapless auctioneer, though many knew of its peculiar affliction and wanted nothing to do with it. Unfazed and without taking heed to the warning, Willie attempted to pry the cursed painting from its place… and immediately fell to the floor in bodily distress. Some accounts of this tale have Willie dying on the spot. Others state he died later that night of angina, though more likely of a heart attack, as angina is merely a condition causing chest pain. Of course, what matters here is not the exactness of how or when he died, but rather that the curse has teeth. The double portrait remains where it has been since the etching, and I have a picture to prove it. I’m not one for curses, but I made no effort to touch it or any of the pieces that Patrick allowed me to photograph… no sense tempting fate.
The key word there is “allowed.” Patrick asked that I limit my photography only to the pieces he would point out to me as safe to post. It became clear that his interest was not merely the art of the Pre-Raphaelite movement… I sensed his vision in our conversation to resurrect the castle much to the condition that Alice Boyd and William Bell Scott had left it. Take from that what you will, but he had both means and resources to secure that. Understand that “safe” items were a known quantity that even the auctioneers were aware of… and that assumes acquisitions that he would rather keep close to the vest to protect his assets. I think that’s marvelous. Let me explain why.
Several Scottish historical societies clamored for a shot at Penkill as soon as Laird Evelyn May Courtney-Boyd indicated she was letting it go. Their offerings, however, were a mere pittance of Penkill’s value, even considering its poor condition. Much to their horror (gasp!), she sold it to an American interloper, a lawyer, of all things! Most all that I could find out about him was lawyer, lawyer, lawyer. And he was… but there was something about him that stood out to me. As Paul Harvey was prone to say, there’s more to story. Elton ‘Al’ Eckstrand was indeed a lawyer for the Chrysler Corporation, which fed his habit as a National Hot Rod Association (NHRA) super stock drag racer known as ‘The Lawman’… and he truly was a legend, inducted into the Drag Racing Hall of Fame in 2000. That’s where he made his fortune. For those of you who believe straight-track racing is no big deal, super stock dragsters are grizzlies compared to your teddy bear everyday cars. For a super stock racer to make it to the end of that track intact requires precise timing and reflexes to make that work, and control of not just tremendous horsepower, but also the incredible torque that horsepower produces that will kill you anywhere along that track if you don’t keep it reigned in tight. Al, as he was known among pro circuits, held many records doing just that. Yeah, I knew who he was and had seen him race. I just didn’t know of his connection to Penkill until now.
Al died in 2008. It turns out that his obituary was a leading source to that connection: “During the 1980's, Mr. Eckstrand purchased the 15th Century Penkill Castle in Scotland, home to the Pre-Raphaelite artists and officially became the 18th Laird of Penkill. Mr. Eckstrand received numerous awards from the British Government for his efforts in the preservation of the castle and became famous as the American who saved Penkill Castle.” Yet again I’m met with truths and inconsistencies. Indeed, awards came to him from not just the NHRA. Long story short, through his efforts to restore the castle, he affected what the Scottish societies likely never could and saved the castle from ruin. There is one debatable issue here, though. He may have been made an honorary Laird for his efforts, but the 18th? The only way that happens is if the milkman was made the 17th Laird… he was no doubt a resident.
In 1992 Penkill was sold by Eckstrand to Scots-born Canadian businessman Don Brown. A year later, it passed into Patrick’s possession. With a year’s gap, Patrick continued along Al’s path to renovation, again much to the bewilderment of Scottish societies. Chilean-born to Irish parents, Patrick was considered an outsider as well. I took note of a spark to Patrick that I don’t believe any of the society could equal… detail. He was no stranger to a camera, though his experience was with cinematic cameras. As I set about the photography of the artwork, I used the tripod to straighten the perspective of each image. Patrick understood that, though he had no experience with a high-end digital camera. The painting of Spenser Boyd is a rather dark piece that is hung in a dark place where it has always been, the turret room. And it’s a small canvas, about 6 inches by 9 inches in my recollection. Yet, my camera was able to pull detail from the painting that Patrick was unaware of. He was fascinated. A magnifying glass would never show such detail. He got excited about the depth of complexity that he might use to further investigate his acquisitions better.
As an artist, I recognize the interests of the Scottish societies to preserve Penkill. I also know that they have somewhat limited resources. As a photographer, I’ve invested time, effort, money, a depth of knowledge, and passion into my craft. Yet, there have been many well-intentioned folks who hit me with, “Nice camera! I’ll bet it takes nice photos.” They don’t understand that my camera is nothing more than an expensive paperweight until I set it to do what I want it to. I’ve had societies, publications, and individuals approach me with the same expectations as the Scottish societies have to the owners of Penkill. They ‘love’ my work but would rather I give it to them than they invest in it. I’ve learned to say no. Patrick’s desire and aesthetic as a curator with a background in art to return Penkill to its rightful place as the center of the Pre-Raphael art movement should be taken by the societies as a gift. They need to see the value of it. They need to offer that value one day… I believe it will come back to them manyfold.
The last piece Patrick showed me was a bas relief of the Temptation, a depiction of Jesus’ encounter with Satan. It had been part of the turret room fireplace mantle that had rotted and had to be replaced. It was in such poor condition that the only way it could be saved was to have it framed as art in perpetuity… Patrick made certain that details were preserved. Concerning this piece, he told me that there was some confusion as to whether Satan was offering an apple (the round object in his hand) to Eve in this portrayal. I said, “If that’s Eve, women were a lot more rugged back in the day than we knew.” Patrick laughed. It’s Satan tempting Jesus, who created everything from nothing, to follow his command to turn a stone into bread. Artists must be content to create from what has already been created. Patrick was no painter, but with Penkill as his palette, he had created no less than a masterpiece.
With that, we had a plane to catch to continue our adventure in Northern Ireland and Patrick had a party to attend shortly. It was the 4th of July, and his neighbor, actor, television host Craig Ferguson, who was quite proud of his American citizenship (2008), was in high celebration spirits. He said that he would give Craig our regards. Nearly a week before, I watched brilliant light from the just risen sun move completely around the cabin of the A380 that we had just crossed the ‘pond’ in… we were moving into position for landing at Heathrow, London. I remember thinking that I was going to meet people that I had only known online. They were all folks that I had come to love and respect…yet this thought just chimed in: “What if they’re jerks?” That thought quickly evolved to “What if I’m a jerk?” My oldest Flickr friend would be picking us up at Heathrow to stay with him for a few days. A retired London surgeon, he would go on to show us his city from his perspective as a photographer. He also gave me good tips for driving in the UK… that’s how to truly immerse yourself in culture. I am so happy that the world is not quite like me… it makes life so much richer. Turns out they were all among the sweetest people I’ve met anywhere, including Patrick.
We lingered at the end of the driveway to sort out ‘British Chick’ (the Mercedes’ GPS) to put us back on the path to Glasgow Airport. “That word is disambiguous… just kidding! You will arrive in 118 miles.” Well, things were looking up! I would be leaving British Chick in Scotland. I wonder if she misses me.
A Old-timer fully loaded with milk churns lined up on the day of Burgh 2016, Burgh-Haamstede
Een Old-timer volgeladen met melkbussen opgesteld op de Burghse dag 2016, Burgh-Haamstede
On this Christmas day spare a thought for all those who have to work, not forgetting our dairy farmers who, for 365 days a year milk their cows so that we can have the milk and cream we take so much for granted!
A milkman passing through burning tyres during jammu bandh in jammu. Call was given by various Sikh organisations to close all shops and business houses in Jammu city Various Sikh organisations condemned the acts of Gurmeet Ram Rahim who is allegedly portraying himself as Guru Gobind Singh, the tenth Sikh guru.
When I wanted to open the door this morning to get the milk from the milkman, I flew over thirty suitcases *laughs* Because last night my brother brought my nephews and nieces over, since they are spending a few days on vacation with us. He had probably left the luggage, the dogs, the dog food, the diapers and the toilet paper in front of the door that night. Yes Perfect I would say hahahahaha, Welcome Rootsman kids
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A real photo postcard of a milkman with his horse and delivery wagon in New York City.
Back when milk was delivered in glass bottles to our doors the milkman and his battery powered milk float were once a common sight on the streets of Briton. In all weathers come rain or shine he was there with our daily pinta. He didn't need a 4X4 to tackle the deepest snow drifts his trusty float was unstoppable.
‘Fiddler on the Roof’ Star Chaim Topol Was an Amazing Jewish Dad
By Lior Zaltzman Mar 9, 2023
Chaim Topol Playing Tevye in Fiddler on the Roof
Chaim Topol’s Tevye in the 1971 movie adaptation of “Fiddler on the Roof” is perhaps the most iconic Jewish father role of all time: The milkman in the Russian town of Anatevka harps about “Tradition” as he watches his three daughters stray away from it.
Topol, who passed away this Wednesday at age 87 after a battle with Alzheimer’s, also broke from the tradition of his Jewish father — a plasterer, whom he fondly recalls as smelling of clean drywall — to become one of the most successful actors to come out of Israel.
Topol’s first claim to fame was the 1964 Israeli comedy “Sallah Shabati,” for which he won a Golden Globe for Most Promising Newcomer — Male. While the film is now controversial for its portrayal of Mizrahi immigration, it remains, in the eyes of many, a classic.
Topol, who then went by just his surname for fear of having his first name butchered, beat out Broadway “Fiddler” Zero Mostel for the role of Tevye in the 1971 film. At the time, he played Tevye in the West End production of the show (Topol had to learn English for the role — taking lessons for eight hours a day. When the film’s crew first met him, they were surprised to see how young he was: Though already a father of three, he was in his early 30s — nothing like the old man he played in “Sallah.”
His iconic performance, his youthful smile, his fourth wall-breaking charm and his wonderful singing earned him another Golden Globe — and an Oscar nomination (he’s still the only Israeli ever nominated in the Best Actor category). It launched an international career for the actor, who went on to star in James Bond films opposite Roger Moore (with whom he became friends) and in the 1975 “Galileo,” to name but a few.
He also took on many Jewish roles. In “Flash Gordon,” he played the Jewish Hans Zarkov; in the “The House on Garibaldi Street,” he played the head of the team in charge of capturing Adolf Eichmann. Two projects, “The Winds of War” and “War and Remembrance” based on the Herman Wouk novels, took Topol to Auschwitz, where the son of Russian Jews had constant nightmares — he said the projects deeply affected his mental health.
Yet Tevye remained his most iconic role. His performance went on to inspire a generation of young actors: Mandy Patinkin played Tevye in a 1972 Kansas University production of the play, and Sacha Baron Cohen’s first acting role was Tevye in University of Cambridge production.
And new generations of children are still falling in love with the actor still. The three-hour movie was on Netflix for a long time and is currently available to stream for free on Freevee. Topol, who won a 2015 Israel Award for his work, is kind of our collective shtetl Jewish dad.
And he was happy to be a one hit wonder. He said he once told Marlon Brando, who was lamenting the fact that he wasn’t getting cast for the roles that he wanted, that “a man needs one movie in his pouch that’s a complete classic,” asking him, “What do you need more than one hit that becomes history?”
In real life, Topol was a devoted family man. He served in the IDF’s famous Nahal Band, but the musical education and experience he got there paled, in his eyes, in comparison to the biggest event of that period in his life — meeting his wife, Galia. The moment he saw her, he couldn’t take his eyes away: “The orchestra in me played a crescendo,” he recalled. Four days later, she was his girlfriend. In an interview with Chanel 12, he very effusively professed that his career would have never become what it did without her help and support, saying that after over 60 years of marriage, the two still just have fun together.
Topol and his wife had three children — daughters Anat and Adi and son Omer. Both Anat and Adi followed in their father’s footsteps and took on acting, though Anat turned to a career in anthropology later in life. Omer worked as a TV director before turning to a career in alternative medicine. Adi, who lived in a floor below Topol in a building built by Gila’s father, even played Chava in the 1994 West End Fiddler revival opposite her father. Her father would often help her with preschool pickup.
In a 2002 interview, Adi discusses how she chose to prioritize parenthood over her career as an actor, saying that she and her father “talked about it a lot. I heard from him how much you need to put into this profession, but he also agrees with my approach: I don’t want to be like those actors whose career is thriving, but don’t notice how their kids grow up.” She also said that her father told her that in acting, “everything is 95% luck and five percent talent.”
Topol and Galia did their best to raise their kids with a routine. Whenever Topol had a project that took him far from home for more than a week or two, they would pack up the kids and move them along with them, where they would try to implement a routine of homeschooling. In one interview, though, Omer said that his childhood was filled with people stopping his father on the street and recognizing him — and that he was always nice and gracious about it (Topol then told the interviewer that he learned that grace from his own son.)
Their family also had a “family whistle” they all whistled together from his days in the Nahal.
Topol was grandfather to nine grandkids — three from each one of his kids. In 2012, he revealed that he accompanied his grandchildren to nightclubs in Tel Aviv. “I watch over them, laugh with them, it’s fun. At 1 AM, Galia and I say goodbye.”
Topol also had a passion for charity — especially when it came to kids. He helped co-found the Israeli branch of Variety, the children’s charity, and in 2012, he founded the Jordan River Village, a camp for kids with disabilities and chronic illnesses from all different backgrounds and walks of life. Inspired by a similar village founded by Paul Newman, Jordan River Village welcomed thousands of kids to the idyllic location for some respite and recreation.
For years, Topol visited the village twice a week, even though it was an hour and a half by car from his home. In an interview with Niv Gilboa, he revealed that he’d often cry during these visits. He called the village “the most significant thing he did in [his] life.”
Topol spent the last years of his life battling Alzheimer’s. The last days of his life, he was surrounded by his loved ones. “He’s with us in the house, surrounded by all his famiy,” his son Omer told Walla. “All the grandchildren have gotten together and are sitting around…. he’s taken care of, surrounded, loved, embraced.”
Through his iconic Tevye, his other roles and his philanthropy, Topol has blessed so many of us. May his memory be always for a blessing.
Gated entrance to a property in Brighton, Melbourne, Victoria with a special box for mild deliveries to the right of the door. Wow, that has to be old.
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Found this picture of my Granny today. I now understand where my obsession with abandoned caravans came from! (although this was obviously not abandoned) - would love to find one like this!
The 1940's ones were a much more appealing shape than the modern ones of today.
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Ecosse - juin 2023 | Scotland - June 2023
L’atypique construction où se trouve le Milkman Coffee.
Edimbourg dans toute sa splendeur et sa magie...partout, l’histoire est imprégnée dans la pierre ; véritable héritage et pont de reliance entre cette succession de moments présents, destinés à devenir l’histoire 🔗
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The unusual building where the Milkman Coffee is located.
Edinburgh in all its splendor and magic...everywhere, history is imbued in stone; true heritage and bridge of connection between this succession of present moments, destined to become history ♾️
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...an outfit has matching accessories, does not mean you need them all. Many create for Zooby Babies more often than Zooby Newborns. Why?
More clothing, accessories, toys, furniture, interactions, HAIR, etc. Zooby Babies can do a lot NOW, and there is MORE to come. Newborns do what new little ones do best, eat, sleep, grow and repeat.
Why not skip this step? Everyone can be a parent/guardian in SL. Stork, magic, cabbage, milkman, test tube, natural, surrogate, CLAM, add water...however you want to rp getting them. YOU choose your start, middle and finish.
Being a single parent in SL is not cheap, but you can budget for what YOU want.