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"Each day begins with a prayer of Thank you!" ~ Wayne Dyer~
A prayer for Christina Grimmie, a prayer for all those involved in the Orlando massacre, and those involved in the Constantinople bus attack, a prayer for the war refugees, a prayer for the homeless, a prayer for the abused women and children, a prayer for the missing ones, a prayer for the angry ones, a prayer for the ones that hurt us a prayer for everyone......
We cannot save the world by undertaking BIG campaigns, we can just spread the love, send positive vibes everyday and to everyone, in particular to those who hurt us.
Hold no grudges and practice forgiveness, EVERY DAY! This is the key to having peace! Please do not forget that and take action! We can save this world, don't give up!
"Forgiveness is not for the weak. Being able to forgive those who have wronged you is a mark of spiritual strength and confidence. When you forgive, you grow, your heart begins to heal, your back straightens up, your eyes clear so that you can see the road ahead. Anger is a spiritual sickness; but when you forgive you live!!!"
~Wael Abdelgawad~
*Working Towards a Better World
Never give up. Have hope. Expect only the best from life and take action to get it. -
Catherine Pulsifer
Do not forget to hope and happy be. - John McLeod
No matter the number of times you fail you must be determined to succeed. You must not lose hope. Don't stop in your storm. Don't give up so easily. -
Tony Narams, Top Secret: You Can Fly Like An Eagle
Hope is grief's best music. -Author Unknown
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To our friends and family, we wish you a beautiful entrance in this new year, many new things to learn, a better world, a better health, and success to all of you. Let's enter this year with love and positiveness, a crazy 2020 year said goodbye to us with all its good and bad, and it's our responsability to make 2021 better bigger, happier we love you, from Asamoah Family 💙
Ima & Rawda
Here's Johnny Mercer's 1944 song:
*Don't mess with Mr. In Between... go and look for those 'BENEFICIAL MOMENTS' !
“But your art creates a window into another world...That is a true gift, to help others see the world in a different way.”
― Rebecca Ross
“You have your brush, you have your colors, you paint the paradise, then in you go.”
― Nikos Kazantzakis
“Since we cannot change reality, let us change the eyes which see reality.”
― Nikos Kazantzakis
A magical portal opened inside my mind and conducted me into an astonishing world. ... Before this moment I had divined but had never known with such positiveness that the world is extremely large and that suffering and toil are the companions and fellow warriors not only of Cretan, but of every man. ... that by means of poetry all this suffering and effort could be transformed into dream; no matter how much of the ephemeral existed, poetry could immortalize it by turning it into song.
Nikos Kazantzakis
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Like the song, an all encompassing optimism shines through to me in this candid portrait as he strolls confidently down William Street on his way to Bondi Beach.
Candid Portrait
William Street, Sydney
August, 2019
La luce cinerea della Luna è un fenomeno osservabile durante la prima e l'ultima fase, ossia quando si presenta illuminato solo uno spicchio molto sottile.
In questo momento della fase lunare è facile che la luce del Sole venga riflessa dalla Terra verso la Luna stessa, illuminando la porzione di superficie che altrimenti sarebbe in ombra. Tale fenomeno è stato notato anche da Leonardo da Vinci, che la disegna e ne parla nel Codice Leicester (foglio 2r) e poi più avanti osservato e spiegato da Galileo Galilei che chiamò questo fenomeno "candore lunare".
Wishing each one of you and your loved ones a very happy Christmas, a lovely holiday and a wonderful New Year, and thanks so much for all the enthusiasm, kind words and positiveness I have received from so many of you!! Looking forward to enjoying a lot more still of all of the wonderful work you show us here on Flickr, and to sharing my sights and special moments with you!
This photo I shot at sunset on December 18th, 2022 in Feldkirchen near Ainring, Berchtesgaden region, South East Bavaria, Germany.
This is a painting I did for the exhibition called "Antinomy of War" in which I collaborated with the Moving Ethos Modern Dance Company in 2008.
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Redrum Motorcycle Club is Native American based and their website states Peace, Love, Positiveness & Righteousness. Bringing positivity to plant Earth
A return of The Silly Series and another mickey taker of an english idiom . For those unfamiliar with the meaning of this idiom it means to have success or good fortune despite having being involvement in a negative situation.
Thanks for all faves, comments , positiveness , smiles , grins and laughs .
Plus best seen large for best silly effect : )
It’s the third day of Lego Star Wars Advent Calendar and a Tie Interceptor scouts a remote star system to ensure the safety of a Christmas gifts carrying Starship.
During Christmas holidays people from all over the vast Lego Multiverse set their divergences and quarrels apart to protect the tradition of joy and positiveness.
Well except Kylo Ren, the Tantrum Knight, but the wiser Galactic Empire and Rebel Alliance both work together to protect the Christmas.
The background image is courtesy of NASA and free to use according to their own policy. Thank You NASA :)
May the Brick be with You :)
“We sometimes encounter people, even perfect strangers, who begin to interest us at first sight, somehow suddenly, all at once, before a word has been spoken.”
my perfect-out-of-no-where-stranger:-
hang on luv, your positiveness, strength and hope will take u there. I'll be with u all the way <3
PS: there's so much that im lookin forward to, so u'd better put ur self together gurl =p
Had a jaunt over to Bodiam castle last night and was hoping for a glorious fiery red and orange sunset.
Nope didn't happen again so settled for a cool blue.
You will not evade me forever fiery red sunset, I will get you.
Taken with my new Nikon D7100 whilst playing with the menus trying to sort out the thumb wheels and which way they change things.
Had on my Hoya polariser to try and saturate what colour there was and enhance the reflections in the water.
Used mirror lock up and cable release to get as much detail as possible.
The detail is fantastic but the D7100 doesn't feel as good in the hand as my D300s.
I have ordered a battery grip and will see how that improves things.
Thank you to everyone who offered so much positiveness towards my first Youtube video, it is a lot lot harder than it looks so I appreciate all your confidence boosting comments.
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Just like the way this bee starts each of her days hovering over flowers, locating and enjoying delicious nectars, fragrant perfumes and marvelously picturesque sceneries, I pray that you have a blissfully aromatic & flowery 2010.
I’m so optimistically happy inaugurating the New Year my dear friends. Thinking of what I would write to you today I tried to be less serious. But I admit I failed. My problem is that my mind can’t but takes me deep into the nature of things. In fact, being realistic strengthens my position while I stand firmly on the solid ground of reality. To say so I would add that there is a great wisdom in what each of the four seasons stand for and I’ve always noticed, to speak metaphorically, that their succession is not an orderly one and that they knock at the door of each individual so randomly. I’ve also learned that through faith, self-confidence and persistence I can not only enjoy their ups but also turn their downs into ups again! Believe it or not!
January 1st is the day when we zero the counter of the past 365 days, and seal down the diary of the last year to mark a brand new start…the bad things are gone, so are the good ones (relatively for sure)…here we are today blessed with a new chance to start afresh…following are things I sincerely wish you in 2010…
May family gatherings/reunions warm up your winterS…
And the power of forgiveness melt the snow of discords down so your hearts open up to wonderful springS and you breathe in the aroma of pure love in all its genuine forms…
May vigorous health be the bless that enlivens your summerS even more…
And faith, hope and positiveness form up your perspective in autumnS…
May your guardian angels keep watching over you and that you be saved every temptation and trial…May your 2010 diaries identify love, joy, peace, flourishing health and wealth as your constant companions (and not only frequent visitors) January through December…in the Lord’s Name I ask…Amen and Amen.
EXPLORED ON 27 JULY 2009 - # 423
This man was a delight to photograph. Despite being differently abled, he was extremely happy about life, which he was so positive about.
He could not walk comfortably, as he had a defect in his legs. He would use his arms to move around.
When I asked him if I could take his photo, he said, sure, but take it with my bicycle. Though I happily agreed, I still was curious about how he could manage to ride the two wheeler.
So as I began to click him, I asked him how he got around. He looked at his vehicle and said "I have got wheels. Not Legs," and just burst out laughing.
Before I could inquire further, his wife came from inside the house and invited him over for breakfast.
Even though I did not get the answer to my question, I was extremely happy with the photograph I got here. But I was even more inspired with his attitude to life, despite his handicap. Maybe its time we started looking at life with the same positiveness.
Photograph © Kausthub Desikachar.
Photographed with Canon EOS 5D Mark II and Canon EF 24-105mm F4 IS USM L Lens with Sigma DG UV Filter. Handheld.
Please do not reproduce in any form without prior written consent from the copyright holder. Please contact the photographer through Flickrmail, to inquire about licensing arrangements.
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A candid and perfectly positive street portrait of a perfectly perfect perfectness of a charming young brunette lady who poses for portrait against the background of a fountain on a sunny day of summer. Her girlfriend looks at her with admiration and adoration. What we see here is the beauty, charm and positiveness of youth. May the happiness be with them always.
This life is the final test
as it is i feel like a guest
even then i'm full of zest
u'll see me perform my best
-Singh
She has two faces.
One face that she shows the world, loved ones, and in public.
The smiling one.
The happy, friendly, and talkative one.
The confident one full of laughter and positivity.
The face that everyone is used to.
The second face is the real face.
The one she tries not to show anyone.
The face behind closed doors, when she's alone away from the world, in the security of her own emotions that she doesn't want to show anyone else or have to explain them.
It's exhausting trying to look happy and like nothing is bothering you.
The face that stares off at nothing or patterns on the floor or drapes.
The face that cries in the shower, in bed, car rides alone, cries sitting on the couch, or doing things around for house.
The sad face that stares back at her in the mirror and looks nothing like she used to be.
Well to her anyway. Others say she looks the same. The face that looks strong to the people she knows, but is really just shards of broken glass inside.
Yes, the girl that was there for everyone, and strong for others...is now split into two.
Two faces, one broken spirit.
She can't bear the losses.
It feels like a chapter of a wonderful book closed never to be open again.
All she has are memories and visions in her head that she plays over and over.
Nothing is the same to her.
Everything is different. She can't cope with daily life, her Doctor said. So she writes to help herself, and she has her two faces.
What's funny is, the sad face is the face worth a thousand words underneath in the depths of complexity.
While the happy face full of laughter, love, positiveness, and fun...is a straight shooter."
Erja Lyytinen played the blues like I haven't heard in a long time. She and her band had returned home to Finland that very morning from Sweden, but she was joyfully energtic.
A true artist, she communicated with her appreciative audience, told stories, made jokes and was in a splendid mood.
A bit into the concert, the skies turned dark gray and the rain started to fall; Erja laughed and said that what was a bit of rain, it wouldn't bother us, right, people !
Right! The sun came back to reward her positiveness :-)
I really liked her sympathetic attitude onstage and made many photos of her. At a certain point, we had established eye contact and for a short moment, it felt like she was posing for me.
After the concert I went to see her. She was signing CDs and looked so happy.
I called out to her with my camera, she laughed, and once again she posed for me.
Really sweet lady!
Thank you, Erja !
Hello all :) this is me Friday morning alive, awake and happy. Some great warm light was streaming in the window when I woke up, I basked in that for a while which always makes me happy, I had a lot to do so thought I'd get pic done there and then while in that floaty happy mood and deal with editing later.
Thanks everyone how exciting this made explore because of all your positiveness.
- 113 on Wednesday, January 7, 2009 -
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Here is a photo I captured in the Belgian countryside to illustrate my new music compo Simple Innocence.
You can also find a small video clip I made to illustrate this song here: youtu.be/1KaWHGuXPWs
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This picture is #50 in my 100 strangers project. Find out more about the project and see pictures taken by other photographers at the 100 Strangers Flickr Group page
On a very wet Saturday I wondered around Bury Market in Suffolk. It was pretty horrible out but then I saw a guy sat on a nearby bench and was attracted by his unique looking tattoos. He said his name was Ma Tu Ra. What followed was a very positive talk with a guy who seems to give off positive energy. He told me that he was a spiritual life coach . Just in our talk about depression and the high rate of suicide in young men you could tell that time with Ma Tu Ra would help many to see their worthiness. He talked briefly about breathing exercises and much else. I didn't understand half of what he said but I could clearly recognise his positiveness and the his energy.
He was a pleasure to talk to and was happy to have his photo taken .
Listen to It's Just a Play on SoundCloud
Here is a photo I captured in a small village in the Belgian countryside to illustrate my new song about nature, colors, peace, positiveness and harmony. You can listen to it on SoundCloud. You can find the lyrics here below (half in English, the other half in French).
You can also find a small video clip I made to illustrate this song here: youtu.be/k1Z_2Cvr-o4
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It's Just a Play
By Ben Heine
Just let it go
Feel the tempo
Enjoy your day
It's just a play
The sun will glow
In the shadow
The light will stay
Like yesterday
See that rainbow
Through the window
It's the best way
To fly away
Tant de beauté
Bleu azuré
Ayons la foi
Suivons cette voie
Si on dansait
Si on s'aimait
Juste toi et moi
Comme autrefois
Rêve éveillé
Ensoleillé
Doux comme la soie
Le cœur en joie
Song, composition, lyrics, clip and cover photo: © 2015 Ben Heine
Dear friends,
Be very very sensitive to joys and positive thoughts in life.
No matter what we may encounter,
treasure the moment,
be sensitive to every simple joy, kindness and positivesness =)
Michal is posing for me in front of her Whale artwork.
I met her a couple of minutes earlier and had asked her for a portrait. She wondered whether I photographed graffiti, too, and when I said I did, she suggested we'd walk to her mural. It was only a corner of a street away.
Michal, 31 y/o, started her art about five years earlier. If she could give an advice to her younger self she would say: "Don't be afraid to follow your dreams."
And yet, she has no regrets.
Michal loves colours in her artwork. Colours for her mean positiveness, optimism. She believes in looking at the positive side of every situation.
"Even if some of my work emerges from pain, I still look at it in a positive way. It is important to me to make good to the world."
Michal really liked the idea behind my photo project and was impressed that I've been doing it for the past decade.
"I think it's wonderful", she said.
She showed me on her smartphone a couple of her huge whale murals and indicated where I could find them.
It was easy to make photos of Michal, she was natural and when she saw the pictures she said: "I am glad I washed my hair today." :-)
This is my 712th submission to The Human Family group.
Visit the group here to see more portraits and stories: The Human Family
La lunga giornata di lavoro volge al termine... il calore della casa rinfranca le stanche membra mentre pian piano i pensieri svuotano la mente affamata di solo silenzio.
In tutto questo, come se già lo sapessi, mi volto e la trovo lì, che mi guarda da uno spiraglio di finestra, quasi a consolarmi col suo rassicurante sorriso; mi viene da pensare, con una sferzata di egoismo, che lei sia lì, in quel preciso momento e in quella precisa posizione solo per me!
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The long day of work draws to a close ... the warmth of the home refreshes the tired members while the thoughts slowly empty the mind hungry for silence.
In all this, as if I already knew it, I turn around and find her there, looking at me from a window opening, as if to console me with her reassuring smile; it makes me think, with a burst of selfishness, that she is there, at that precise moment and in that precise position only for me!
He came to me on a street and asked to make his photo. This funny 72-yo man smelled like cocktail of vodka and positiveness on his way to bank))
Day three of being positive.
If even a negative thought appears
I dismiss it at once;
No negativity in this trial of mine.
This is a three day venture of only positive thoughts -
Will I make it?
No, don’t even question it.
Questioning it would be negative
And that would ruin the “positiveness”
Of my positive state.
- C. Webb
Dinagyang Festival
Aliwan Fiesta 2008
On a very wet Saturday I wondered around Bury Market in Suffolk. It was pretty horrible out but then I saw a guy sat on a nearby bench and was attracted by his unique looking tattoos. He said his name was Ma Tu Ra. What followed was a very positive talk with a guy who seems to give off positive energy. He told me that he was a spiritual life coach . Just in our talk about depression and the high rate of suicide in young men you could tell that time with Ma Tu Ra would help many to see their worthiness. He talked briefly about breathing exercises and much else. I didn't understand half of what he said but I could clearly recognise his positiveness and the his energy.
He was a pleasure to talk to and was happy to have his photo taken .
Cavendish Mews is a smart set of flats in Mayfair where flapper and modern woman, the Honourable Lettice Chetwynd has set up home after coming of age and gaining her allowance. To supplement her already generous allowance, and to break away from dependence upon her family, Lettice has established herself as a society interior designer, so her flat is decorated with a mixture of elegant antique Georgian pieces and modern Art Deco furnishings, using it as a showroom for what she can offer to her well heeled clients.
Lettice is far from Cavendish Mews, back in Wiltshire where she is staying at Glynes, the grand Georgian family seat of the Chetwynds, and the home of Lettice’s parents, the presiding Viscount and Countess of Wrexham and the heir, their eldest son Leslie and his wife Arabella. Today she is at Arkwright Bury, a Regency style country house, partially overgrown with creepers, set amidst a simple English park style garden belonging to a neighbour, of sorts, of her parents: Mr. Alisdair Gifford, nephew of Sir John Nettleford-Hughes and his Australian wife Adelina. Belonging to the Giffords for a few generations, Arkwright Bury was destroyed to some degree in a fire in the 1870s, but was then restored. During the ensuing years, when the house passed from Mr. Gifford’s father to Mr. Gifford’s older brother, Cuthbert, the house fell into disrepair. When he committed suicide after the war, the house was inherited by Alisdair Gifford, as Cuthbert had no spouse or offspring. The present Mr. and Mrs. Gifford have spent the better part of the last five years trying to save and restore Arkwright Bury from the ravages of neglect.
Mr. Gifford’s uncle, Sir John Nettleford-Hughes was the one who set the wheels in motion for Lettice to visit Arkwright Bury and his nephew, Mr. Gifford. Old enough to be her father, wealthy Sir John is still a bachelor, and according to London society gossip intends to remain so, so that he might continue to enjoy his dalliances with a string of pretty chorus girls of Lettice’s age and younger. As an eligible man in a time when such men are a rare commodity, with a vast family estate in Bedfordshire, houses in Mayfair, Belgravia and Pimlico and Fontengil Park in Wiltshire, quite close to the Glynes estate, Lettice’s mother, Lady Sadie, invited him as a potential suitor to her 1922 Hunt Ball, which she used as a marriage market for Lettice. Luckily Selwyn Spencely, the handsome eldest son of the Duke of Walmsford, rescued Lettice from the horror of having to entertain him, and Sir John left the ball early in a disgruntled mood with a much younger partygoer. Lettice recently reacquainted herself with Sir John at an amusing Friday to Monday long weekend party held by Sir John and Lady Gladys Caxton at their Scottish country estate, Gossington, a baronial Art and Crafts castle near the hamlet of Kershopefoot in Cumberland. To her surprise, Lettice found Sir John’s company rather enjoyable. As she was leaving to return to London on the Monday, Sir John approached her and asked if she might meet with his nephew, Mr. Gifford, as he wishes to have a room in his Wiltshire house redecorated as a surprise for Adelina, who collects blue and white porcelain but as of yet has no place to display it at Arkwright Bury. Lettice arranged a discreet meeting with Mr. Gifford at Cavendish Mews to discuss matters with him, and was then invited to luncheon with the Giffords at Arkwright Bury under the ruse that she, as an acquaintance of the Giffords with her interest in interior design, had come for a tour of the house. She agreed to take on the job of redecorating the room using a facsimile print of the original papers hanging in what was then called the ‘Pagoda Room’ before the 1870s fire, reproduced by Jeffrey and Company*.
Lettice is taking advantage of a window of opportunity provided with the Giffords taking a short seaside holiday in Bournemouth, arranging for her professional paper hangers from London to come to Arkwright Bury and hang the small quantity of wallpaper produced from a sketch done by Lettice. Now with the smell of wallpaper glue still fresh, Lettice takes a satisfied breath as she admires the hangers’ skill as she runs her hands across the smooth paper covered in stylised pagodas, trees and oriental patterns. Around her the burble of gentle male Wiltshire accents and the sound of crockery against crockery fill her ears as agricultural labourers she has hired for the day from the Glynes estate carefully move furniture intended for use in the room into place and unpack the many boxes of Mrs. Gifford’s collection, carefully laying the pieces out so that Lettice can arrange them all in a pleasing manner.
“My Mrs. has got a dresser full of blue and white china like this.” one worker remarks as he unwraps some Eighteenth Century plates featuring a leaf decoration from a Sunlight Soap** crate and hands it carefully to Lettice who places it facing upwards on the shelf of the little Georgian corner cabinet, the only original feature of the old room to survive the conflagration of the 1870s.
“Get away with you, Bill!” chortles his friend, one of the other workers who busies himself removing a Blue Willow Pattern vase from a much smaller box, where it is nestled next to a similarly patterned teapot. “Your Mrs. wouldn’t have china as fancy as this stuff. Good quality is this.”
“Oh,” Bill exclaims, swiping his tweed flat cap off his head in a sweeping gesture and bowing to his friend. “An expert in china are you, now Len?”
“I know a bit.” Len replies proudly. “Enough to know that what your Mrs. has on her dresser shelves aren’t these.”
“I must remember your expertise, Mr. Musslewhite.” Lettice remarks with a cheeky smirk as she takes another plate from Bill and slips it on top of several others, beneath a blue and white floral teapot. “I could use a man with a little knowledge and a keen eye to peruse the country house auctions down here for me.”
“Oh!” Len clears his throat awkwardly and bows his head over the box. “Begging your pardon, Miss Chetwynd. I didn’t mean to speak out of turn. I meant no disrespect.”
Lettice smiles and chuckles quietly to herself as she looks at the triumphant gleam in Bill Berrett’s eyes as it brightens their vivid blue as he looks down on Len Musslewhite. “That’s alright, Mr. Musslewhite.” she acknowledges.
The room falls into a quiet, comfortable silence as the two labourers and Lettice continue to unpack, the rustling whispers of tissue paper and newspaper and the clunk of pottery being stacked and placed the only sounds to break it aside from a robin somewhere in the nearby grounds outside.
Lettice sighs again as she reflects upon the fine detailing of a large oriental teapot with a wicker handle. She considers it to be one of the finer examples in Mrs. Gifford’s collection thus far and sets it aside along with the early Willow Ware teapot and vase that Len Musslewhite has now unpacked. Her plan is to place three or four of the highlights from the collection in the middle of the room on the beautiful marquetry surface of a loo table*** which currently stands, surface facing outwards in a vertical position against the wall. As she glances at a large footed tazza, which last time she saw on top of Cuthbert Gifford’s old rolltop desk when this room was still a disused study and storeroom, an efficient rapping on the door breaks her consideration of whether the tazza should sit on a small wine table***** on a taller carved wooden pillar.
“Miss Chetwynd?” a polite female voice calls deferentially as a friendly middle-aged face framed by salt and pepper hair set in neat finger waves****** appears from behind the door as it opens.
“Yes Mrs. Beaven?” Lettice addresses the Gifford’s housekeeper.
“Beg pardon, Miss, but there’s a telephone call for you.” the housekeeper replies.
“For me?” Lettice queries. The only people aside from Mr. Gifford who know she is at Arkwright Bury are her parents, and unless they have rung through to the switchboard operator at the Glynes post office, they don’t know the telephone number.
“It’s Mr. Gifford, telephoning from Bournemouth, Miss.” Mrs. Beaven elucidates. “You may take the call in Mr. Gifford’s library downstairs.” The housekeeper eyes the mess of crumpled newspaper, tissue paper and quickly emptying crates littering the clean, dark stained floor.
“Thank you, Mrs. Beaven.” Lettice replies as she carefully works her way through the sea of boxes spewing forth paper and contents, so as not to break any of the china. As she reaches the housekeeper’s side, she sees Mrs. Beaven’s disgruntled look and follows her eyes. “Oh, don’t worry, Mrs. Beaven, Mr. Berrett, Mr. Musselwhite, and I will tidy all this up before we leave.”
“I certainly hope you will, Miss Chetwynd.” the older lady replies with a sniff as she hoists her pert nose in the air. “Your London wallpaper hangers certainly didn’t! They left me with paper scraps to sweep up and glue marks to take off the floor. I’ve only just had Joyce clean this floor, again.” She pauses and emphasises the last word in her sentence as she speaks.
“Ahh, well, I’ll be sure to pass your complaints on, Mrs. Beaven and address your concerns with my paperers.” Lettice replies lightly, not wishing to be reprimanded like a naughty schoolgirl when the issue is not of her making, especially not in front of her father’s labourers, and sweeping that particular topic blithely away. “Now, the library, you said?”
Mrs. Beaven’s face crumples in concern as she looks at their print smudged fingers. “I hope your men don’t expect luncheon in the dining room with you, Miss Chetwynd.”
“Oh no, mum!” pipes up Mr. Berrett as he manoeuvres the now empty Sunlight Soap crate off the top of a second lidded crate yet to be unpacked. “A slice of your finest pork pie and some blackcurrant wine in your lovely kitchen will suit Len and me perfectly.”
“What cheek!” scoffs the housekeeper.
“The library, Mrs. Beaven?” Lettice persists, reminding the woman that she came to deliver a message, and now needed to take Lettice to the telephone, for even though Lettice has had a tour of Arkwright Bury, she would be hard pressed to remember behind which closed door sist the library and the waiting Mr. Gifford at the other end of the telephone line.
“Right this way, Miss.” Mrs. Beaven says, walking away with measured steps in her sensible black court shoes.
The housekeeper shows Lettice into Arkwright Bury’s library on the ground floor. Although nowhere near as large or palatial as her father’s library, Mr. Gifford’s gives off the same comforting feeling of being cocooned by books, and has the same smell of old books and woodfire smoke. The library, like most renovated rooms in the house, has a classical country house appearance, with comfortable armchairs unholstered in gold satin, a selection of curios and collections reflecting Mr. Gifford’s country pastimes and pursuits and a smattering of antiques. The walls are lined with floor to ceiling shelves full of books, and the large plate glass window gives the room a light and airy feel whilst affording views of the curving gravel driveway and anyone who approaches the house from the front. In the centre of the room stands Mr. Gifford’s large partner desk******* upon which sits his green Bakelite******** telephone.
“Mr. Gifford,” Lettice says cheerfully down the telephone. “I wasn’t expecting to hear from you whilst you are away. How is Bournemouth?”
“Capital, Miss Chetwynd! Capital!” Mr. Gifford replies with equal cheer. “Adelina has just gone for a stroll along the promenade, so I thought I’d quickly telephone whilst she is out of the house and see how you were getting on.” He pauses. “Not that I’m checking up on you at all. I have total faith in you, Miss Chetwynd.”
“Not at all, Mr. Gifford.” Lettice assures him. “No, things are going splendidly. My paperers have done an excellent job, and the room looks so much fresher and brighter now. Oh,” she adds. “I’m afraid my London hangers have rather upset your housekeeper. She was complaining to me about the paper they left and the glue marks on the floor.”
“Pshaw!” Mr. Gifford dismisses Lettice’s summary of Mrs. Beavan’s complaint. “Don’t give it a thought, Miss Chetwynd. Mrs. Beaven is always complaining about how untidy we are. I think she does it to make sure that we know how much work she does about the place, not that she does most of the hard graft, which is done by her underling, the all suffering but sweet tempered Joyce.” Lettice can hear Mr. Gifford chuckle in an amused fashion distantly down the slightly crackling line. “Let Mrs. Beaven complain. It makes her happy. Now, thinking of happy, you are happy with the paper on the walls, Miss Chetwynd?”
“Oh yes, quite, Mr, Gifford.” Lettice assures him. “My men did a lovely, smooth job, and you can barely see the joins. They also cut it expertly around the uneven edges of the old Georgian corner cabinet. I’m sure after a few years, you will be able to tell visitors to Arkwright Bury that this was the original paper from the Pagoda Room.”
“Capital, Miss Chetwynd! Capital!” Mr. Gifford enthuses down the line. “And you found all of Adelina’s collection easily enough from my instructions.”
“Yes thank you, Mr. Gifford. I have two of my father’s men unpacking even as we speak. I’ll spend some time this afternoon arranging and rearranging, and review what I’ve done tomorrow and the day after, just to make sure I’m happy with the arrangement.”
“So, everything will be in place for when Adelina and I arrive home, then, Miss Chetwynd.”
“Of course, Mr. Gifford!”
“Capital, Miss Chetwynd! Capital!” Mr. Gifford chortles.
“I just hope Mrs. Gifford likes how I arrange it, Mr. Gifford.”
“You’ve met Adelina, Miss Chetwynd. You know how delightfully aimable she is.”
Lettice silently considers Mr. Gifford’s choice of words. Whilst she enjoyed Mrs. Gifford’s company, and found her to be a very pleasant luncheon companion, aimable would not be a word Lettice would have used to describe Mrs. Gifford, who is very particular and, also very independent and proud of her own abilities in interior design. However this is a conversation she and Mr. Gifford have already had. Mr. Gifford gave her his assurance that if his wife doesn’t like the design, he will take full responsibility.
“Well,” Mr. Gifford goes on unabated in his positiveness. “I have no doubt that how you set things up will not only delight Adelina, but also my Godfather too. I popped into Southwark Street last week and told him that you were going down this week to decorate. He’s most anxious to receive a progress report.”
“I do hope Mr. Tipping********* isn’t going to pay me a surprise visit, Mr. Gifford.” Lettice says, airing her concerns. “Especially when the room is all at sixes and sevens.”
“Don’t worry, Miss Chetwynd. My Godfather won’t organise to photograph the room for Country Life********** or consider writing the article before Adelina gives the room her approval.”
“Well, that’s a relief, Mr. Gifford.” Lettice sighs.
“Well, I’d best pop off the line now, Miss Chetwynd. I’m not sure how soon Adelina will be back, and I’d hate to be caught as it were, and have to give the surprise up too soon. Goodbye then, Miss Chetwynd. See you very soon.”
“Goodbye Mr. Gifford. Enjoy the remainder of your stay in Bournemouth.”
As Lettice hangs up the receiver of the telephone in the cradle it utters a small strangulated final ting. She sighs and leans against Mr. Gifford’s partner desk. Quietly, Lettice hopes that Mrs. Gifford will like the room as she has it arranged. A second article in Country Life under the favourable penmanship of Henry Tipping would only add to her already increasing reputation as one of the best young and upcoming interior designers. The story may also eventually reach far flung Durban, where she quietly hopes against hope that Selwyn is still thinking fondly of her in spite of their enforced separation at the hands of his mother.
*Jeffrey and Company was an English producer of fine wallpapers that operated between 1836 and the mid 1930s. Based at 64 Essex Road in London, the firm worked with a variety of designers who were active in the aesthetic and arts and crafts movements, such as E.W. Godwin, William Morris, and Walter Crane. Jeffrey and Company’s success is often credited to Metford Warner, who became the company’s chief proprietor in 1871. Under his direction the firm became one of the most lucrative and influential wallpaper manufacturers in Europe. The company clarified that wallpaper should not be reserved for use solely in mansions, but should be available for rooms in the homes of the emerging upper-middle class.
** Sunlight Soap was first introduced in 1884. It was produced at Port Sunlight in Wirrel, Merseyside, a model village built by Lever Brothers for the workers of their factories which produced the popular soap brands Lux, Lifebuoy and Sunlight.
***A loo table, also known as a tip-top table, is a folding table with the tabletop hinged so it can be placed into a vertical position when not used to save space. It is also called a tip table and a snap table with some variations known as tea table or pie crust tilt-top table. These multi-purpose tables were historically used for playing games, drinking tea or spirits, reading and writing, and sewing. The tables were popular among both elite and middle-class households in Britain and America in the Eighteenth and Nineteenth Centuries. They became collector's items in the early in the Twentieth Century.
****A tazza is a shallow cup or vase on a pedestal. First used in Britain in 1824, it comes from the Italian for cup, as well as derivations in Arabic and Persian dialects.
*****A wine table is a late Fifteenth Century device for facilitating after dinner drinking, the cabinetmakers called it a "Gentleman's Social Table." It was always narrow and of semicircular or horseshoe form, and the guests sat round the outer circumference. The wine table might be drawn up to the fire in cold weather without inconvenience from the heat.
******A finger wave is a method of setting hair into waves that was popular in the 1920s and early 1930s. Silver screen actresses such as Josephine Baker and Esther Phillips are credited with the original popularity of finger waves. The process involved pinching the hair between the fingers and combing the hair in alternating directions to make an "S" shape wave. A waving lotion was applied to the hair to help it retain its shape. The lotion was traditionally made using karaya gum. Over the years, the use of clips (and later tape) also became popular to hold the heavy damp waves until the gel dried. According to ‘Techniques of the 1920s and 1930s’: “Finger waves were developed in the 1920s to add style to, and soften the hard appearance of, the bobbed hairstyles that became very popular during the flapper period.”
*******A partner desk is a large desk with an open kneehole which allows use of the desk by two people seated opposite each other.
********Bakelite, was the first plastic made from synthetic components. Patented on December 7, 1909, the creation of a synthetic plastic was revolutionary for its electrical nonconductivity and heat-resistant properties in electrical insulators, radio and telephone casings and such diverse products as kitchenware, jewellery, pipe stems, teapot handles, children's toys, and firearms. A plethora of items were manufactured using Bakelite in the 1920s and 1930s.
*********Henry Tipping (1855 – 1933) was a French-born British writer on country houses and gardens, garden designer in his own right, and Architectural Editor of the British periodical Country Life for seventeen years between 1907 and 1910 and 1916 and 1933. After his appointment to that position in 1907, he became recognised as one of the leading authorities on the history, architecture, furnishings and gardens of country houses in Britain. In 1927, he became a member of the first committee of the Gardens of England and Wales Scheme, later known as the National Gardens Scheme.
**********Country Life is a British weekly perfect-bound glossy magazine that is a quintessential English magazine founded in 1897, providing readers with a weekly dose of architecture, gardens and interiors. It was based in London at 110 Southwark Street until March 2016, when it became based in Farnborough, Hampshire. The frontispiece of each issue usually features a portrait photograph of a young woman of society, or, on occasion, a man of society.
This rather untidy space, all at sixes and sevens, may not be quite what you think it is. Whilst I know you feel sure you could pick up a teapot or plate, you may need to consider using tweezers, for this whole scene is made up entirely of 1:12 miniatures from my collection.
Fun things to look for in this tableau include:
The blue and white china you see on the floor, spilling forth from boxes and sitting on shelves, are sourced from a number of miniature stockists through E-Bay, but mostly from Kathleen Knight’s Doll’s House Shop in the United Kingdom. The gild edged Willow Pattern teapot is a hand painted example of miniature artisan, Rachel Munday’s work. Her pieces are highly valued by miniature collectors for their fine details.
The round loo, which is tilted like a real loo table can be tilted, is an artisan miniature from an unknown maker with a marquetry inlaid top, and also came from Kathleen Knight’s Dolls House Shop. So too did the Georgian corner cabinet with its delicate fretwork and glass shelves.
The boxes you see around the room came from a specialist stockist of 1:12 miniatures on E-Bay.
The ladderback chair on the right of the photo is a 1:12 miniature piece I have had since I was a child. The ladderback chair on the left came from a deceased estate of a miniatures collector in Sydney.
The wallpaper is an Eighteenth Century chinoiserie design of pagodas and would have been hand painted in its original form.
Nikon D90 Sigma 50 mm F 1.4 took it on F 1.4, speed 1/200 iso 100
Sometimes you see from a distance if someone is open, gentle and nice. Ayan was kissing her girlfriend goodbye at the top the Vismarkt, and went further. My intuition was right when I asked her for a photo. She has that energy that positveness you rarely see. She told me she just started her own business. After 6 years working for a marketing company she decided to start her own business. She teaches young people in how to improve their selling skills, in all kind of businesses. I think her positiveness and energy will bring her far...
checkout her website : www.bosscontrol.nl
thx Ayan !
Ritter Peak has always attracted me after reading all of John Muir's stories. Here is his account .. he actually approached it from the west ... his whole adventure of getting there from Yosemite Valley is a really great read:
"At length, I found myself at the foot of a sheer drop in the bed of the avalanche channel, which seemed to bar all further progress. The tried dangers beneath seemed even greater than that of the cliff in front; therefore, after scanning its face again and again, I commenced to scale it, picking my holds with intense caution. After gaining a point about half-way to the top, I was brought to a dead stop, with arms outspread, clinging close to the face of the rock, unable to move hand or foot either up or down. My doom appeared fixed. I must fall. There would be a moment of bewilderment, and then a lifeless tumble down the once general precipice to the glacier below. When this final danger flashed in upon me, I became nerve-shaken for the first time since setting foot on the mountain, and my mind seemed to fill with a stifling smoke. But the terrible eclipse lasted only a moment, when life burst forth again with preternatural clearness. I seemed suddenly to become possessed of a new sense. The other self -- the ghost of by-gone experiences, instinct, or Guardian Angel -- call it what you will -- came forward and assumed control. Then my trembling muscles became firm again, every rift and flaw was seen as through a microscope, and my limbs moved with a positiveness and precision with which I seemed to have nothing at all to do. Had I been borne aloft upon wings, my deliverance could not have been more complete. Above this memorable spot, the face of the mountain is still more savagely hacked and torn. But the strange influx of strength I had received seemed inexhaustible. I found a way without effort and soon stood upon the topmost crag in the blessed light."
Anyhow .. always was a dream of mine to climb it someday ...
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JYANT: LOVE OVERDOSE
ISHAANJANUARY 30, 2016
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Jyant‘s Love Overdose is exactly what its title claims it to be. The album’s 40 solid minutes of lovemaking music pack an intensity greater than anyone could have imagined before pressing play.
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Rather than clinging to the shallow materialism that infests most of the R&B on the radio today, Jyant expresses his sexuality with a mature and respectful sex-positiveness. While devoutly worshiping the act of making love, he spends an equal amount of time exploring the themes of passion and partnership that sex in a relationship should be based upon. On Making Love To You he dreams of being “naked under the stars” with his lover while Sugar Rush sees him singing “I’ll wake up and make you breakfast in the morning/ whatever you wanna eat/ I’ll make a sausage/ If you’re vegetarian I’ll make an omelet”
Jyant’s musical influences are quite audibly put forth in the record. His style borrows from artists like Maxwell (who he name-drops on Making Love To You) and Miguel, and there are moments where the production brings to mind 808s and Heartbreaks-era Kanye West. Pianos, guitars and synthesizers backed by hip-hop beats are smartly used to create a lush and gentle air for Jyant’s smooth voice to cut through.
Love Overdose is a fairly strong effort for a debut album. It would be a pleasure seeing Jyant further develop his bedroom-readiness to greater musical heights.
Favorite Track: Sugar Rush
8.5/10
Track List
1. Love Overdose
2. Making Love To You
3. Sugar Rush
4. The Morning After
5. Show Time
6. Encore
7. Reassurance
8. Guilty Conscious
9. Up In Hur
10. Falling
11. This Ain’t Love
This is Bug.
She is 8 years old.
She's come from a terrible history and is scared of anything and everything.
We got her on 02/15/11. This is as close as I could get to her.
Here's to a long journey of healing and positiveness ahead of us all.
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Flickr is still uploading my pictures funny.
On a very wet Saturday I wondered around Bury Market in Suffolk. It was pretty horrible out but then I saw a guy sat on a nearby bench and was attracted by his unique looking tattoos. He said his name was Ma Tu Ra. What followed was a very positive talk with a guy who seems to give off positive energy. He told me that he was a spiritual life coach . Just in our talk about depression and the high rate of suicide in young men you could tell that time with Ma Tu Ra would help many to see their worthiness. He talked briefly about breathing exercises and much else. I didn't understand half of what he said but I could clearly recognise his positiveness and the his energy.
He was a pleasure to talk to and was happy to have his photo taken .