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No sign of the footpath across Town Fields near Tiverton. A very recently planted field of potatoes needed a bit of hop, skip and jump to negotiate. At least better than the mudbath here for most of the winter! The farmer or a contractor may have returned to create a footpath line or, more likely, walkers and locals will have created it.
An meinem Gerburtstag 2003 haben wir mit drei Paaren im Moor gefeiert. Erst schick essen gehen - und dann mit den eleganten Kleidern rein in den schwarzen Moorschlamm. Das war schön :-) Und kuschelig :-)
You give it water and mud. Plenty of it.
I caught this one just before its mud bath.
Kruger National Park
Mpumalanga Province
South Africa
Deer doing what deer do, Richmond Park, London. Young Red Deer stag keeping a watchful eye before continuing with his mud bath.
Deer doing what deer do, Richmond Park, London. Young Red Deer stag enjoying a roll around in the mud.
Primitive Mud Man Shares Sustainability Symbol.
Photo taken at the Dead Sea of China, Yuncheng, Shanxi Province
LOOK UP! - my dear and sadly missed friend Ilse advised when I bemoaned the fact that I was running out of subjects in my vicinity.
I did heed her advice and I quite often scour the skyline for something worth snapping. And so it was today too, except, I did not plan to land with my full weight into the illustrated mini mud-bath.
The fact that a kind passer by reassured me that people regularly landed in it did not in any way make me feel any better.
Still, my pragmatic problem solving was in gear and went to a Pret a Manger branch on the opposite pavement. A very kind member of staff let me in the code protected toilet and brought me a substantial amount of kitchen roll with the help of which I managed to clean up myself. I never imagined that one day I would be drying my socks in a toilet hand dryer.
An meinem Gerburtstag 2003 haben wir mit drei Paaren im Moor gefeiert. Erst schick essen gehen - und dann mit den eleganten Kleidern rein in den schwarzen Moorschlamm. Das war schön :-) Und kuschelig :-)
Publication:
[Evpatoria, Russia : s.n., ca. 1920]
Language(s):
Russian
Format:
Still image
Subject(s):
Mud Therapy
Nurses
USSR
Genre(s):
Postcards
Abstract:
Nurses giving women mud baths at Saki sanatorium in Evpatoria, Russia.
Related Title(s):
Hidden treasure
Extent:
1 postcard : 9 x 14 cm.
Provenance:
Purchase; Michael Zwerdling; 2004; 04-22.
Technique:
black and white
NLM Unique ID:
101594415
NLM Image ID:
D04423
Permanent Link:
resource.nlm.nih.gov/101594415
NLM Hidden treasure p. 53
This is the trail that leads to the outdoor Tecopa hot springs--aka mudbaths. It's still too hot for anyone to be out here, except, for me, of course. hehe It's a rarity to see this place so desolate.
Young Elephant (Loxodonta africana) having a wonderful time getting all plastered with mud. Image taken in Tarangire National Park of Tanzania.
The Ralston Company's automotive roots stretch right back to the 1910's, but it wasn't until the late 1920's that the low-volume products offered really shone.
Like all luxury automotive companies, however, the Wall Street Crash and ensuing Great Depression upset the grand plans that they had put into place. Prior to WWII the Ralston Group was still based in Finland, where the assembly of it's cars took place. Many of the systems, however, were sourced from other makers or suppliers.
The Ralston Type 8 was launched in 1928 (just in time for the financial crisis), and used the Engine and Driveline supplied by the Cord-Auburn-Duesenberg Corporation, based in Indiana USA. The engine was the mighty straight-8, as used in Duesenbergs, though at this stage the engine was not supercharged. The driveline was fitted to a chassis made by Ralston Engineering works, and bodies were supplied by the world's leading coachbuilders.
The first 'Rhino' model again used systems from Duesenberg. Now upping power with the addition of a supercharger. The more interesting addition was a front axle drive unit developed for the Cord L29. This allowed four-wheel-drive, fitted with the standard bodies (and marginally lengthened wheelbase frame), or more spectacularly, six-wheel-drive or half track options. Along with the front driven axle and transfer case (resulting in the need to offset the engine to the left side within the frame), the car also required a second driven axle at the rear. The two rear axles were approximately located either side of the standard Type-8 rear axle location. This produced a car that was necessarily longer, but also only allowed the fitting of two-door body styles because of the forward position of the first rear axle. Weight was increased significantly over a 'standard' Type-8, by as much as 3/4 ton.
Other fixtures were changed according to purpose - many cars sporting removable fuel tanks mounted outboard ahead of the front doors. Depending on model, fuel consumption varied from horrendous, to abysmal.
The Ralston Rhino Type-8R was an immensely accomplished off-road luxury vehicle. Fit-for-purpose allowed Ralston to charge sums of money unheard of for a motor vehicle. The six-wheel-drive and half-track versions were able to go almost anywhere, and had been designed to do so for very specific reasons.
The Ralston's native Finland is a beautiful place, but not the easiest to traverse by motor vehicle. For much of the year the ground is covered by snow, or if the snow has melted the ground can quickly turn to a mudbath. The ice, snow and mud of Finland is only one location - the other - was Africa. Ralston Industries founder Xavier was fond of big-game hunting. Along with gaming, the luxuries to which the aristocratic class deemed necessary, meant that an appropriate vehicle was of grand proportion, grander power, and in the case of the Rhino - grand capability. The six-wheel-drive prototypes had proved their value on the African Savanah, as well as the North African desert marches.
Alas, the car was launched as the Great Depression took hold. The Cord-Auburn-Duesenberg group was struggling financially also, though the supply of the front drive unit for the Rhino (based on the Cord L29 system), allowed C-A-D to develop a second generation unit for the V8-engine Cord 810/812 'Coffin Nose' for 1935.
The 'Tiger' line was to have gained access to the C-A-D V8 of the 810, but the financial collapse meant the program was delayed, and the vehicle was launched with Cadillac power in 1938, and without the additional front drive unit available.
Ralston had pre-bought enough front drive units for the limited volume Rhino Type 8R though, and had enough supply to continue buidling limited volume of the Rhino Type-I, all the way into the late 1950s at their Finnish works. Some cars had been specially built during WWII, and many cars that were already in private hands were converted to military staff cars.
The car was launched in 1932, when a mere eight vehicles were produced, reached its peak in a minor update for 1936 at thirty four cars. After the war, Ralston produced an average of five Rhino MkI (D & E) Type 8R vehicles until 1958.
This Rhino MkI Type 8R-32 (1932) Coupe Triple Axle has be built on Lego miniland scale for Flickr LUGNuts 77th Build Challenge, - 'Designing the Ralston Rhino' - a challenge to design the fictitious Rhino 'Truck' model for the fictitious Ralston company. The model must feature a 'X' in the styling, and also follow the themes developed in LUGNuts Challenge 63, - 'Designing the Ralston Tiger'.
You wouldn't think it was the female who likes to get dirty.
Nan was loving her mud bath after a weekend of melting snow (yes, snow in April) and rain. Hudson decided to stay where it was a lot cleaner.
Brookfield Zoo
Polar Bear
Dieses Kleid hatte 1993 mal 800,-- DM gekostet. Nach zwei Schwangerschaften war es 1999 im Schrank geschrumpft *hüstel* und wurde daher zum Badekleid fürs Moorkurbad bestimmt :-)
A walk on a Sunday morning getting my 20-hole DM boots VERY muddy. A photo to serve as one last souvenir of a great morning spent happily splashing through the mud, before I step into the shower, still wearing my boots, and see if can attempt to wash as much of the mud off as I can!
So, I know nothing about Kamiroff and one of the most feared terrorist organizations on the planet might be here in Gotham after....I dunno how the fuck long then since I knocked their jet out of the sky. That's not important though, now. Lemme tell you what is. A little bit ago, Cluemaster returned Turned out it was just a big ruse set up by the man who broke Brucie. Bane, the 'roided luchador. That piece of shit killed 8 people, nearly made me make that 9 when I almost gave Cluemaster a haircut below the neck. His trial was stupid quick. He didn't give himself a lawyer, and pleaded guilty. Didn't even try to weasel his way out. The judge sentenced him to death, and tonight he's being moved to Blackgate for a stay on death row. That's not fucking happening. First, I want his blood. The shitty justice system won't take that from me. Second, there's no way Bane's gonna just call it quits and let them kill him. He's planning something. I'm gonna rip him to shreds before he gets a chance to spring whatever plan that is. Some mass Blackgate breakout or something? Not letting that happen. He's being carried in an armored transport truck, three officers total and him. To get to Blackgate, you need to go through a lovecraftian mudbath called "Slaughter Swamp". Ah shit, the stories you here about this place. They say a giant zombie lives here. I should stay here for the night or something! Anyway, I'm sitting in the Roadblade idling in the thick brush, hidden from anything going down the road in front of me. I look to my right and see the lights of the armor truck heading right where I want it. I put stingers on the road just to be sure, but when I saw the right time, I slam down on the gas and head on a crash course. Anything else would've been caught in the mud. Not the Roadblade. Good job, Arnie. Anyway, the truck hit the stingers and swerved a bit. a second later and I T-bone it The truck goes on it's side and down towards what I think was a creak. I drive up a bit further and see the truck upside-down, the roof sunken a good 6-8 inches in the mud. The back door opens up and a figure staggers out. The orange jumpsuit is a dead giveaway. Bane. No mask, no venom, no robotics. Just a frail old man struggling to walk through the mud. He looks old, anyway. he's ridiculously emancipated and the skin on his face is wrinkled and sagging. It looks like he's struggling to hold himself up. This shit's easy prey. I rev the Roadblade one last time to get his attention before shutting the engine down. I then get out and stand on the rollbars, blade out and ready to do work.
"You wanted me...you got me!"
"The psicópata!..."
"That I am. And you pissed me off. You know what happens when you piss off a psicópata?"
"This wasn't how it was supposed to go..."
"Lo único que va es que....directo al infierno!! HahahaHAHAHAHAAA!!!"
Dieses Kleid hatte 1993 mal 800,-- DM gekostet. Nach zwei Schwangerschaften war es 1999 im Schrank geschrumpft *hüstel* und wurde daher zum Badekleid fürs Moorkurbad bestimmt :-)
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Das war herrlich dreckig :-) Eine Bekannte von mir suhlte sich 1994 genüßlich bei den Schweinen - der Mantel war hinterher tonnenschwer mit Schlamm vollgesogen. Und roch etwas...