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Notorious bushranger of the 1870s, Harry Power used this natural vantage point to look out for approaching police.
From the Australian Dictionary of Biography online:
" Henry (Harry) Power (1820-1891), bushranger, also known as Johnson, was born at Waterford, Ireland. He was transported for seven years in 1840 for stealing a pair of shoes, and arrived at Hobart Town in the Isabella on 21 May 1842. He received a ticket-of-leave in November 1847 and certificate of freedom in September 1848, and then moved to the Port Phillip District. He became a horse-dealer at Geelong, but was attracted by the gold discoveries. Stopped by two troopers at Daisy Hill, near Maryborough, in March 1855 on suspicion of horse-stealing, he wounded one of the police. A week later he was arrested whilst attempting to cross the Murray River and was sentenced on 25 September 1855 to thirteen years on the roads.
Confined to the hulk Success, Johnson was implicated with Captain Melville and others in the murder of Owen Owens and John Turner on 22 October 1856, but was found not guilty. After two years and a half in the hulks, he was transferred to Pentridge stockade. As Power he escaped in 1862, and lived at Middle Creek in the Ovens District, where he was assisted by the Kelly, Quinn and Lloyd families. Arrested on a charge of horse-stealing, he was sentenced at Beechworth on 19 February 1864 to seven years on the roads.
Power again escaped from Pentridge on 16 February 1869. He was assisted briefly by Ned Kelly, who was then 13, but the arrangement proved unsatisfactory and thereafter Power operated independently. He held up the mail-coach at Porepunkah on 7 May and another coach on the Longwood-Mansfield Road on the 22nd. These were the first of over a year's depredations, during which Power claimed to have committed over 600 robberies.
In September the Victorian government offered a reward of £200, soon increased to £500, for Power's arrest; as a result he moved to New South Wales. He soon returned to Victoria where police efforts to capture him proved fruitless until he was arrested on 5 June 1870 by Superintendents Nicolson and Hare, who with Sergeant Montford and a black tracker, surprised Power in his hide-out (Power's Lookout) overlooking the Quinn property on the King River. The police were led there by James Quinn, who received the reward of £500. Power was sentenced at Beechworth to fifteen-years hard labour on three counts of bushranging and was again held at Pentridge.
In 1877, after accounts of Power's ill health by the 'Vagabond' in the Argus, he was released on the application of several women, including Lady Janet Clarke. He worked on the Clarke property at Sunbury until he became a guide of the hulk Success in 1891. His body was found in the Murray River; he died 'on or about 11 October 1891 … near Swan Hill from drowning … there is nothing to show how he came into the river'.
Power was a fearless and daring rider and bushman, but never killed police or his victims. He broke from prison several times, defied the police in the Ovens District for a decade and was finally convicted through an informer."
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Before Sabrina's Star School can begin its only fitting you get reacquainted with the mentors.
Your first official mentor. Back to prove that she's the best for the mentoring job, America's BFF Maxine Powers
The GI Joe Adventure Team is on a recon mission along the upper banks of Ralston Creek. Mike Powers the Atomic Man along with a GI Joe Adventurer map and survey the area.
I look down at the man dressed in red for a few moments, allowing him to process what M'gann has just told him. Ever since her encounter with Mr Moth all those weeks ago, I've been attempting to build her confidence by encouraging her to tackle low-time criminals.
So far, it would've appeared to work a charm.
Breaking my train of thought, I lower myself out of the air, phase through the bank doors and then take my place next to M'gann.
"I understand you're having some trouble."
M'gann nods; the man in red stood watching with a gormless expression spreading across his face.
"Get back! I'll kill you both!"
He raises his weapon, and I am suddenly reminded of the fact that if he was to squeeze the trigger, I would be rendered powerless and my defeat would be simple.
If only he knew.
"I mean it! I'll do it!"
Calling his bluff, I walk forwards to his trembling wreck of an arm and pause.
"Let's not get ahead of ourselves, Michael."
The man jolts.
"Wha...what did you call me?"
"Michael Miller. That is your name, is it not?"
His mouth begins to move out of time with his mind, then his trembling arm finally gives way and he lets out a meek whine.
"How do you-"
Miller suitably distracted, I lunge forwards and grasp his crude flame-thrower, and in one efficient movement, I bring the weapon upwards and out of his shaking hands. He attempts what some might call a punch, but one quick kick in his shin soon puts his assault to bed, and Miller to the ground.
"Let's see, what have we here?"
I examine the crude weapon at hand, then hook my fingers under a pressure gauge on the side and tear it off. The thrower makes a hissing sound as some gas escapes, then I detach the piping from the gun and throw it to the ground.
"No dammit!"
Miller squirms on the ground, but stops when the bank doors slam open and various officers from the DPD march in. I look up as I walk around Miller, now on his knees, and position myself to talk to the officers.
"Good afternoon."
They lower their weapons in turn with Miller raising his hand to his face, which now appears to be a brighter shade of red than his flattering outfit.
"Martian Manhunter. Thank god."
The officer steps forwards and looks down at Miller.
"Is that...Michael Miller?"
I nod. The officer turns to one of her colleges stood in the doorway, gun still trained on Miller.
"Call dispatch. Let them know we've got the situation under control."
The man nods as he makes his way to the police car, then the officer's hand goes to a pair of handcuffs hooked around her belt. A though flashes through my mind for a moment, the thought of my younger (and somewhat reckless) version of myself back on Mars. I then think of M'gann; how we met, and how I would act if it were her currently relieving herself in a trembling mess at my feet.
The officer steps forwards and I bring my hand up.
"That won't be necessary, officer."
She pauses.
"I'm sorry?"
"Your handcuffs. They will not required."
A look of uncertainty flashes across her face.
"And why not?"
I look down to Miller.
"Mr Miller here has done no wrong."
She frowns as I continue.
"No one was harmed. He didn't even leave here with any money, and, may I remind you, we are in a bank."
"Weather or not he left with any money does not matter, sir. This is currently being treated as a hostage situation-"
I gesture to a group of adolescents all with their mobile devices out.
"Where the hostages are taking photographs of their 'captor'."
The officer sighs.
"May I ask why you're standing up for this man? I, we, were all under the impression that your sort of people stood up for justice?"
I consider the officer's point for a moment, but another look down at the trembling wreck of a man that is Michael Miller reminds me of my cause.
"You are correct. However, take a look at Mister Miller, officer. Take away the gaudy outfit and those awful judgement skills, and you have a young individual who needs help. I do stand for justice, officer, you're quite right, but this man here,"
Miller looks down.
"Is not an example of a dangerous criminal. Someone who attacks a bank using only a home-made hair-dryer with a little extra firepower, in a city protected by two extraterrestrials with unearthly powers, clearly isn't the sharpest of criminal minds."
The officer turns to her college, and in turn I look to M'gann, stood tending to an inquisitive man in the doorway. The officer turns back to me and sighs.
"Alright, let's say for one minute that he is innocent. What's to stop him from attacking again if we let him go?"
I nod.
"A fair point. He could easily come back just as powerful next time, couldn't he?"
I crane my neck to look at Michael, but as soon as I catch his eye he snaps his neck back downwards.
"But look at him. Do you honestly think he will attempt anything like this again after what's happened today? He won't even be able to look at a dollar bill without trembling. Even the hostages outsmarted him."
Michael fidgets on the ground, but keeps his eyes down.
"His is still in possession of an offensive weapon."
"He was in possession of an offensive weapon. Currently he is in possession of a heap of rather inoffensive metal."
The officer once again sighs, then turns to her college. She whispers something in his ear, and after a few moments, she looks back to me and sighs.
"Alright."
She kneels down to Michael and begins to talk to him.
"Right then Mister Miller, it would appear today is your lucky day. Now god knows why, but thanks to your Martian friend here, we've decided to let you go, under the condition that you will be under a strict curfew for at least eighteen months."
Michael stirs, but I calm him with a hand on his shoulder. The officer stands.
"You're going to have to come with us to go through the details of your curfew, but after that, you're free to go."
She picks Miller up and leads him outside.
"I suggest you thank your lucky stars you've got the Martian Manhunter here. He's turned the end of your free life, into a life of staying indoors after nine o'clock."
The officers, Miller in tow, exit the bank and head for the police car. The woman opens the back passenger door, then turns round and says one last thing to me.
"Why?"
I pause.
"I like to believe there is a bit of good in everybody. At least, in some people. Mister Miller here is certainly no exception. He's young; he's got his whole life ahead of him. Don't bring that crashing down because he had one minor lapse of judgement."
She nods, then Miller gives me one last look before being bundled into the police car.
I walk over to M'gann stood by the doors. She says nothing, instead she just looks up at me, and smiles as we watch the car drive off down the road and into the busy afternoon traffic.
Channeling our chi into a spring of magical red power and setting it loose into the Air Services Storm Drain
Nankeen Kestrel, Falco cenchroides
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Any time you think you've got it tough, spare a thought for a male Kestrel.
He has to stand there with a food offering, while she powers in at full tilt, snatching it with sugrical precion from his beak. One small slip on her part and his neck is opened up. She, is in full screech cry at the stage.
Shall it be the spy who shagged the West?
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In dismal conditions 66745 powers north along the deserted Dawlish sea wall on 22nd February 2012 with 6Z51 14:41 Teigngrace-Chirk loaded logs.
The powers that be in State House at Roseau, Dominica, Eastern Caribbean, take themselves seriously.
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The great south window of the transept is the largest of all the Morris & Burne Jones windows in the chapel and dates from 1873 in the final years of Morris, Marshall, Faulkner & Co. (refounded soon afterwards as Morris & CO.). All the main figures are from designs by Edward Burne Jones aside from two by William Morris (who also designed all but one of the angels in the traceries).
Jesus College may not be the oldest of Cambridge's colleges, but regardless it can still boast the oldest chapel. The present cruciform building was formerly the monastic church of St Mary & St Radegund, a convent of nuns founded in 1157. This was dissolved in 1496 when the present college was founded on the same site by Bishop John Alcock with the former convent church adapted to use as the present college chapel, which involved various modifications to its structure including the demolition of various parts including the greater part of the nave. The present chapel is thus a reduced version of the original church, but it is still distinctly different in form from other college chapels, making its former monastic use all the more apparent.
One approaches the chapel from the north west via a cloister (much altered from its original state) and it is immediately clear that much of the nave has been replaced by college buildings, reducing it to similar dimensions to the transepts. The central tower is square and somewhat squat, a late medieval rebuild after the foundation of the college.
Inside the truncated nave there would be a sense of starkness from the plain white walls were it not for the splashes of colour from the windows and the richly decorated ceiling, all beautiful examples of Pre-Raphaelite art by William Morris and his circle, the chapel windows being largely filled with a series of figures from cartoons by Burne Jones. The effect is rich and satisfying and has breathed new life into this ancient building. The choir beyond is partially concealed by rich woodwork, the chancel screen and the elaborately carved stalls which retain some notable examples of late medieval carving. The choir itself is a handsome example of Early English architecture with slender lancet windows, these being filled with Hardman glass, the only windows not adorned with Morris & Co designs.
Jesus College Chapel is one of my absolute favourites, a delightful building with some beautiful glass. Happily it seems to be one of the more visitor friendly colleges in Cambridge having always found it possible to wander around freely whilst somehow avoiding the crowds of tourists that certain other Cambridge colleges attract.
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Niko doing an impression of the amazing film "Powers of Ten" by our hero couple, Charles and Ray Eames.
You can watch "Powers of Ten" here:
Ran into Powers with Dahway walking down the street. I've gotten to know Powers fairly well through my times going out there and he's always got plenty to say. This time, we talked about all the freaky "normal" people that ask the homeless to help out with their fetishes. One man wanted Powers to stand naked and wash his clothes in a sink for $100. Some woman wanted to pay $50 for Powers and another guy to urinate on her. Various men have pulled up and asked to buy their socks. Powers also once allowed himself to be tazed for $80. Now I ask you, who are the "normal" ones?
Well, a return to Amsterdam (not recently that is) and looking through my archives there are still a number of images I have to upload so I might as well include KLM wide-bodies since this is now officially the old colour scheme.
With KLM no longer operating the MD-11, it is now left to the Airbus A330 fleet to operate a large portion of international flights alongside the Boeing 747's and Boeing 777's. Also, let's not forget KLM is due to receive their first Boeing 787 later this year whilst the airline is due to take in the Airbus A350 from 2019.
Currently, KLM have 17 Airbus A330's in its fleet, 12 of which are on the Airbus A330-200 whilst 5 are on the Airbus A330-300. There are now currently no further Airbus A330's on-order with KLM, turning their attention to the Boeing 787.
Oscar Echo is one of 12 Airbus A330-200's in KLM's fleet, delivered new to the airline in August 2006 and she is powered by 2 General Electric CF6-80E1A3 engines.
Airbus A330-203 PH-AOE 'Parliament Square - Edinburgh' powers out of Runway 36L 'Polderbaan' at Amsterdam Schiphol (AMS) on KL677 to Calgary (YYC).
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