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What the town of Ypres was for the British, the Yzer was to the Belgians.
The Yzer is the only river in Belgium that flows into the North-Sea and the basin is surrounded by lowlands.
After several attacks by the German Army, known as the battle of the Yzer, there was fierce fighting for possesion of the Diksmuide-Nieuwpoort railway embankment.
However, the Belgian and French army managed to push back the German army further and further.
In the night of 29 to 30 october, the sea locks in the coastal town of Nieuwpoort were opened to ward off new attacks by the German army and during flood the entire vast polder was flooded.When the polder had turned into an immense and inaccessible expanse of water, the German army reached a stalemate.
The front on the Yzer was deadlocked and the German emporer left the Yser front discouraged, because he had not succeeded in capturing the sea ports of Nieuwpoort and Zeebrugge.
The armies dug into trenches and bombarded each other constantly, gaining not any meter ground.
The cities of Ramskapelle, Nieuwpoort and Diksmuide were incessantly taken under heavy artillery fire and were thus shot to rubble.
Among other things, the German super gun "Langer Max" was used for this heavy bombings.
Everything in the battle of the Yzer shows also insanity and lack of strategic insight because it was abandantly clear that the seaports were not to be captured in any way!
40.000 Belgians and 15.000 French soldiers lost their lives on the Yzer front.
What we see in the picture is a command post of a battery of howitsers of the Belgian army that was then in the middle of the indunation.
On the roof of the bunker lie the so-called "Vaderlanderkes", jute sacks filled with sand an clay that offered some protection against shell impacts.
It was an extremely comfortable hiding place at a good distance from the front with sleeping accomodation and electric supply, a luxury that the average front soldier could not claim....
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This guy gets killed, several times.
Gunfight before the train departs for the Grand Canyon
Along Route 66
Williams, Arizona
November 2007
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Wikipedia link
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Grand_Canyon_Railway
Here's a link to part 7 of the journal of our vacation
www.jimfrazier.com/trips/2007aznm.htm#part7
COPYRIGHT 2007 by Jim Frazier!!! All Rights Reserved. This image may NOT be used for any reason without consent. See Flickr profile for more information.
This is my entry for the "ImperiumDerSteine - Serienjunkies" contest.
Build a moc on 12x12 from a tv show.
2005年7月第一次拍摄这个名为丁河但有九家茶馆的小村庄。这集是展示2006年8月第二次回那里拍摄的工作，那时将前一年所拍照片自己放大好，找到所拍主人并将其送给他们，但已有好几位老者不在了。等到2013年再次去丁河的时候，茶馆只存留下两家了.
In July 2005 when I begun to go to this village for the first time, there were 9 teahouses in this small village of DingHe.
This serie has been done in August 2006 when I came there for the second time to take photos. I used to develop the photos by myself, and I've found almost everybody that I used to portrait one year ago except some old people who had disappeared. So, I could give them the photos of themselves. Waiting Year 2013 when I came back to Dinghe again, only 2 teahouses remained in this village.
Oh my flickr fucknuts, I know you’ve been itching to take another crash course in good music. Today Professor Pimp has just the thing for you. A killer 21 song playlist with songs ranging across 6 decades, ranging every fucking genre from singer/song writer to old sckool 80’s hip-hop to indie rock to disco to Motown to House music and even some new wave 80’s in there. Music you’ve heard, music you haven’t heard, music to dance to or even music to fuck to. It’s all here people. You need go nowhere else for your music needs.
THIS IS WHY YOU COME TO STREAM A LA PIMP. I give you good music, quality pictures, and a big cock to swallow too if that’s your thing.
So sit back, RELAX, and take a load off. No books needed for this music class. All you have to do is click my youtube link playlist provided HERE. By the way while you are at it, here is a video of me talking about a whole bunch of shit. It’s kind of like a real live version of one of my written rants, except you get to see my pretty pimp face.
So again:
1. www.youtube.com/view_play_list?p=E1D10713E4E15667 <- pimp school youtube playlist (see below)
2. youtu.be/5Ho-fdAE_Kk <- my personal public service announcement
The shots at hand? Taken with my iphone at Yosemite. My daughter Chloe and I took a weekend excursion there last week and had a BLAST!
So without further ado..
PIMP SCHOOL PART 7!
1. Electric Light Orchestra – Livin’ Thing
2. Run DMC – Peter Piper
3. Nada Surf – These Bones
4. Crystal Castles - Vanished
5. The Notwist – Consequence
6. The Antlers – Bear
7. Radiohead – Killer Cars
8. Tina Charles – I love to love
9. Mos Def – Auditorium
10. The Radio Dept – Heavens On Fire
11. Jackson 5 – I Want You Back
12. Bucci Bag – More Lemonade
13. Gang Of Four – 5:45
14. Franz Ferdinand – Auf Achse
15. Frank Sinatra – Luck Be A Lady
16. Duran Duran – Rio
17. The Editors – Weight of the World
18. Love and Rockets – So Alive
19. Josef K – Sense of Guilt
20. Daft Punk – Something About Us
21. The Flaming Lips – Yoshimi Battles The Pink Robots Part 1
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Galdreir paused to wipe a hand across his sweaty brow. “We’re nearly there. Renlin, hand me the waterskin, would you?”
Demarion ceased his rowing and chuckled. “Takin’ a rest again so soon? We’re nearly there, it almost seems unnecessary now.”
“I’d rather replenish my thirst now. What if we were spotted and fired upon? No time for a drink then, Demarion.”
“True.”
Galdreir gladly accepted the waterskin from Renlin’s outstretched hand, uncorked it and took a deep swallow.
He looked up at the island fortress, the Lion’s Head, standing tall and imposing in the night before them. Torchlight flickered all about, in the tower windows, on the battlements and in the hands of patrolling soldiers.
“Careful with the oars. We don’t want any noise alerting the guards.”
Renlin, Demarion and the others nodded and began to slow their pace to lessen any sounds. The waves lapped across the small beach head that was nestled against the cold jagged rocks. Using his paddle Renlin prodded the waters around the boat to get a feel of the depth.
“I think it’s a bit rocky down there. So we best get closer before we decide to jump out and push.”
Demarion chuckled and gave his oar another strong pull. “What’s the matter, eagle-eye? Don’t want to get your boots wet?”
Renlin raised an eyebrow. “If you want to sneak into the castle with your boots soggy and squishing all about, go ahead!”
Galdreir shook his head in annoyance. “Oh, be quiet you two! I’d rather not get an arrow in the gut just yet. Renlin how’s the seabed now?”
The Elf again shoved the end of the paddle into the ebbing waves. After a few moments of steadying it Renlin calculated the remaining length of the oar.
“The rocks aren’t quite as sharp and I say it’d be better to get out now in case we hit any unseen rocks.”
Demarion narrowed his eyes, “What’re ya lookin’ at me for, Elf? You jus’ want me to get out so we don’t sink. Fine… move over.”
With a swift and silent motion, surprising for one of his size, Demarion slipped into the cold waves. As they neared the shore, Renlin unbuckled his quiver, unsheathed his sword and laid them on his seat. Galdreir quickly followed suit and eased himself into the dark waters.
“Don’t just stand there grinning Demarion, help me steady the boat and get it ashore!”
“I think there should be a saying something like, ‘A soaked Elf is sour company'. What do ya think, Galdreir?”
“I probably shouldn't waste my breath…” was the reply.
While carefully navigating their way through the rocky shoreline, Renlin skillfully stood on top of the boat with a paddle in hand to prevent any close collisions. Galdreir dug his boots into the sandy floor trying to get some sort of foothold without banging his head against the stern. Finally, after scuffing knees numerous times and receiving mind-numbing head bumps, the boat scraped into the soft damp sand. Renlin set his paddle down and began to unwind two thick ropes. Demarion splashed through the shallows and began to wring his cloak out.
“Remind me not to swim with this ol’ thing on, well ya? I nearly drowned!”
Galdreir gave him a rough nudge. “Demarion, keep your voice down!”
“Oi! You didn’t have to do that, Elf!”
Once equipped with the ropes Ehrik and the other two Elves started to climb the jagged rocks that stood as the foundation of the fortress’ outer walls. Demarion followed grudgingly, still complaining about soggy boots and his heavy cloak. Swinging the end of the rope around his head, Ehrik sent it flying up the side of the wall with ease. The rope went over the battlements and hooked the stone snuggly. Ehrik gave it a reassuring tug just in case.
He handed the rope to Demarion and winked, “You could always climb better than me, so after you.”
Demarion snatched the rope from his hand and grunted, “And don’t you forget it! Now give me a boost; I’m double the weight now!”
Ehrik nodded and bent over. Demarion placed a boot into his hands, tightened his grip and pushed off. As Galdreir watched, he climbed slowly, carefully testing his footing before continuing upward. Within a foot of the top, Demarion paused for a few moments and listened intently. The only sounds that greeted his ears were the crackling of the watchmen’s fire and a gurgled snore. Shrugging, he hefted himself up over into a crouch. He looked back and forth across the wall, noticing only a few guards slacking at their post. As he turned, Demarion’s hand instantly went to his axe. Holding his breath, he prodded the slumbering soldier cautiously. The man nearly sniffled and hugged his ale bottle closer to him. Satisfied that the coast was clear, Demarion leaned over the battlements and softly called down to his companions.
“The way is clear, save for an unconscious guard. Step lively lads, we’ve got an Elf to bust out!”
The Elves scaled the wall with noiselessly ease. They spread out over the battlements, alert with weapons at the ready.
Demarion scowled at their seemingly superior skill, but attempted to remain calm. “If you fine fellows are ready, let’s be off.”
Galdreir held up hand before anyone could take a step further. “Should we have a plan in case we split up or our escape is hindered?”
Renlin pulled an arrow from his quiver and notched it. “I think we best think of one quick. Look!”
All heads turned in surprise to where his arrow was pointed. Three soldiers were leading an old man out of a tower into the courtyard below. As they were making their way across the grounds, one glanced up to the top of the wall. Upon noticing half a dozen intruders he did not call out, but rather hurried the rest along to the stairs. Renlin wasted little time before loosing his arrow at the soldiers. A cry of pain broke the calm night air. Realizing they may soon be caught, Galdreir drew his sword and raced down to meet the soldiers. One was hunched over the ground with an arrow protruding from his back with a fellow guard aiding him. Seeing the armed Elves quickly approaching the third soldier waved his arms franticly in an attempt to stop their assault.
“Wait! Don’t attack us! We’re fri-”
Demarion’s axe cut into the man’s helmeted head with a sickening crunch. Before he took a step forward the second soldier, who was helping his wounded comrade, looked up at him. He stopped short. The man’s piercing gaze bore into him.
“Aeridian?”
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This an attempt at a slightly better full picture of Part 7, but it's been a bit of pain to get the lighting to balance and whatnot... :P
And yes, there's almost always room to improve. I'm workin' on it, don't worry. ;)
Thanks again for the push when I really needed. I hope this part is as enjoyable as the previous ones. For the Lands of Classic Castle on the Classic Castle forums, give it a look. You won’t regret it. :)
~ Ductus Exemplo ~
-Aeridian