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Cafe Tuxpal, a wet/dry mill for many excellent farms around the Santa Ana region

"I once pulled

a rake all

across a big

lake."

One shot SOOC.

 

Want more? See my new set, "Drawing with Light – III:"

 

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and my previous kinetic sets, "Drawing with Light:"

 

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and "Drawing with Light – II:"

 

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Kinetic: Relating to, caused by, or producing motion.

 

These are called “Kinetic” photographs because there is motion, energy, and movement involved, specifically my and the camera’s movements.

 

I choose a light source and/or subject, set my camera for a long exposure (typically around 4 seconds), focus on my subject and push the shutter button. When the shutter opens I move the camera around with my hands...large, sweeping, dramatic movements. And then I will literally throw the camera several feet up into the air, most times imparting a spinning or whirling motion to it as I hurl it upward. I may throw the camera several times and also utilize hand-held motion several times in one photo. None of these are Photoshopped, layered, or a composite photo...what you see occurs in one shot, one take.

 

Aren’t I afraid that I will drop and break my camera? For regular followers of my photostream and this series you will know that I have already done so. This little camera has been dropped many times, and broken once when dropped on concrete outside. It still functions...not so well for regular photographs, but superbly for more kinetic work.

 

To read more about Kinetic Photography click the Wikipedia link below:

 

en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kinetic_photography

  

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Albeit supremely risky this is one of my favorite ways to produce abstract photographs.

 

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Built in the early 19th century Rakes Mill Pond was the brainchild of Jarman Rakes. Rakes Mill Pond is a dammed up pond and creates a swamp similar to what a beaver dam would do. The pond is located just past Mile Marker 163 going south on the Blue Ridge Parkway. You can pull out and park on site. Walk down to the dam and put your hand in the water. You will see a 15 foot water fall.

About eleven feet wide and 25 long, the raked gravel retains moisture well and keeps the roots of douglas fir tree to the right well protected. I am no monk - I only rake about five times a year. Between rakings some leaves collect in the furrows and animal prints appear overnight.

FO Greggan is taxiing back out - looks like we're going to just miss a sunset eclipse

A long rake of empties passing Peterborough headed by the inevitable Class 66, No. 66118.

Empty Retrofitted Local heading towards Sanpada Carshed via Harbour Line..

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Rake no. 4516-25/Kalwa..

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DOC. 18-1-20.

KTE WDM 3A duo with military rakes between Jakhal Junction - Dhuri Junction

430 369 (11369) drives through the rain with a rake of tanks loaded with aviation fuel

Raking leaves with a few of the neighborhood kids from Eagle Ave.

Do the church day care children get to rake leaves and acorns in the Fall! What fun learning?

In rain puddle, of all things, Camarillo, California

Oh, and another thing I like to do - well actually my wife loves to instruct me to do - is the garden!! Just thought I would (she asked me nicely) to rake up fallen petals and flowers from the last couple of days downpour of rain!

 

7 Days of Shooting Week #3 About Me Thoroughly Abstract Thursday ....

 

Thanks, in advance, to everyone who views this photo, adds a note, leaves a comment and of course BIG thanks to anyone who chooses to favourite my photo .... thanks to you all.

St John the Baptist, Felixstowe, Suffolk

 

With one consuming roar along the shingle

The long wave claws and rakes the pebbles down

To where its backwash and the next wave mingle,

A mounting arch of water weedy-brown

Against the tide the off-shore breezes blow.

Oh wind and water, this is Felixstowe.

 

In winter when the sea winds chill and shriller

Than those of summer, all their cold unload

Full on the gimcrack attic of the villa

Where I am lodging off the Orwell Road,

I put my final shilling in the meter

And only make my loneliness completer.

 

In eighteen ninety-four when we were founded,

Counting our Reverend Mother we were six,

How full of hope we were and prayer-surrounded

"The Little Sisters of the Hanging Pyx".

We built our orphanage. We built our school.

Now only I am left to keep the rule.

 

Here in the gardens of the Spa Pavillion

Warm in the whisper of the summer sea,

The cushioned scabious, a deep vermillion,

With white pins stuck in it, looks up at me

A sun-lit kingdom touched by butterflies

And so my memory of the winter dies.

 

Across the grass the poplar shades grow longer

And louder clang the waves along the coast.

The band packs up. The evening breeze is stronger

And all the world goes home to tea and toast.

I hurry past a cakeshop's tempting scones

Bound for the red brick twilight of St.John's.

 

"Thou knowest my down sitting and mine uprising"

Here where the white light burns with steady glow

Safe from the vain world's silly sympathising,

Safe with the love I was born to know,

Safe from the surging of the lonely sea

My heart finds rest, my heart finds rest in Thee.

 

John Betjeman - Felixstowe, or The Last of Her Order

   

Much as we go to Long Melford to find out about the 15th century, so future historians will come to St John the Baptist to chart the course of the century just ended. For this church is the definitive statement in Suffolk of the liturgy and practice of 20th century High Church Anglicanism. Neither as eclectic as Spooner's Ipswich St Bartholomew, or as provincial as Phipson's Ipswich St Mary le Tower, this mighty church, the last work of the great Sir Arthur Blomfield, is the nearest thing Suffolk has to the grand and uncompromising High Church temples of west London.

 

It has an unparalleled collection of 20th century stained glass; the best of this consists of a range of saints, spanning the century, from St Etheldreda in her high Victorian camp, to the modern Sts Hilda and Bede, both illustrative of the current Celtic revival in Anglican spirituality. Also worthy of note among them are the Arts and Crafts influenced James, Peter and John, the Lady Chapel glass east window of the Suffolk triumverate of Edmund, Felix and Fursey, and, as recently as 1982, St Thomas More, who exists elsewhere in a Suffolk Anglican Church at the extremis of Kettlebaston.

 

Father James Mather informs me that More is at last recognised in the Anglican calendar in the new Common Worship lectionary, but this was not the case in 1982. As the foundations of Anglicanism were bought at the cost of More's life, it is bold indeed that this window commemorates More's martyrdom. Much of the glass is by Powell and co., and forms a document of that studio's work as well.

 

But I am getting ahead of myself. Felixstowe is the nearest thing Suffolk has got to a traditional seaside town, albeit not as brash as Walton-on-the-Naze and Clacton across the river in Essex, or Yarmouth over the Norfolk border. The town separates naturally into a number of areas, each with its own main churches: Felixstowe Ferry, Old Felixstowe, Felixstowe Town, Felixstowe West End, and Felixstowe Docks. Suburbs include the medieval parishes (and medieval churches) of Walton and the two Trimleys, but only Old Felixstowe has a medieval parish church in the town itself.

 

As the town expanded westwards at the turn of the century, the West End grew as an area of substantial red-brick town houses, some of them hotels and guesthouses, some sanitoriums, but the whole piece grander than anything else in urban Suffolk outside of Southwold or the Christchurch Park area of Ipswich. Nestled into this very comfortable area, St John the Baptist on Orwell Road is a beacon, the town's tallest building, a landmark from land and sea alike. It was also the only Suffolk church enshrined in verse by John Betjeman, in his poem Felixstowe, or the last of her order; not surprisingly, since it would be quite at home among the London churches he loved.

 

Edwardian Felixstowe lost its holiday industry long ago. It is now but the favourite destination for daytrippers from Ipswich, the urban sprawl of which lies a bare six miles from the edge of Felixstowe's. But this area still has a holiday town atmosphere. There is a steep descent down the wonderfully named Convalescent Hill to the beach below, with crowds thronging the shingle and the leisure centre; but up here, it is another age, with the comfortable spring sunshine baking the red bricks of the quiet three-storey houses.

 

St John the Baptist's concrete-white spire emerges above its lower stages, the redness of which intensify from a distance. Blomfield had built the rest of the church in the early 1890s, but the spire and the Lady chapel followed in 1899, the year of his death. You enter nowadays through Munro Cautley's 1940 south porch; the main entrance beneath the tower is no longer used. The first impression is of a dimness, the smell of incense, rich light from the coloured glass. Betjeman wrote of St John's "red brick twilight", and the same is true today as then.

 

The windows previously referred to line the walls of the north and south aisles and Lady chapel. The last is in the south aisle, and is now partitioned off by glass doors to enable a prayerful silence when the rest of the building is in use, as at Ipswich St Bartholomew. The lowness of the aisles accentuates the over-arching nave roof, and draws the eyes to the 'Big Six' candlesticks on the high altar. No Vatican II altar in the nave here, for the chancel gates and Suffolk-style screen still contain clergy and choir stalls in front of the tiled and marbled sanctuary. So, as at Ipswich St Mary le Tower, High Church externals are maintained, whatever the liturgy. Either side of the high altar are gilded mosaics illustrating Christ's gift of peace.

 

To the west, a little screened baptistery in the north aisle. The window behind it is the oldest in the church, and illustrates St Felix baptising and preaching. It is dedicated in memory of a child called Felix, who died in the 1890s. One of Blomfield's hallmarks is the way his buildings appear to be a cluster of smaller buildings around the great nave, like a medieval city. That illusion is successfully created here by the way the rooflines contrast, particularly that of the Lady chapel with the nave. From the south east, the direction from which you would commonly approach, this is particularly striking.

 

The feeling of a citadel is further reinforced by the way St John the Baptist is shoe-horned into its site, with barely room to breathe except on the north side, where the former rectory lawn spreads towards the house. In the old days, it must have been pleasant to step from High Mass into a summer fete or garden party. But High Mass has gone, and the rectory is now derelict, alas.

 

More romantic still is the convent that sits to the west of the church, which instantly recalls Betjeman's poem. As one stands outside, with the 'crashing tide' below, the sisters come and go, and it would be romantic to imagine that they are a surviving relic of the extraordinary flourishing of Anglican religious orders at the turn of the 19th and 20th centuries. Indeed, you might almost imagine that this is the very convent that Betjeman had in mind, despite the fact that he suggested himself that these orders were withering away when he wrote this poem in the 1950s. But in fact, this is a Catholic convent, the house of the Religious of Jesus and Mary.

A hay rake is an agricultural rake used to collect cut hay or straw into windrows for later collection (e.g. by a baler or a loader wagon).

 

NO GRAPHICS AND NO INVITES TO GROUPS PLEASE!

  

I over-raked - didn't take the head tube angle change into consideration, so needed to loose about 8 mm of rake. This tool wasn't designed to do this. But the lunar excursion module on the Apollo 13 mission wasn't designed to get astronauts home either. A bit o' the ol' American ingenuity...

Apo Raked

IFI Church of San Sebastian / St. Sebastian

San Narciso, Zambales

Viernes Santo 2009 / Good Friday 2009

 

For more information on San Narciso IFI and see the complete line up of images, please visit: www.flickr.com/groups/semana_santa_filipinas/discuss/7215...

Just like Darth yesterday, Stormy has clearly been raking in the Lego box looking for alternative modes of transport!

Source: Sold on Ebay for $200 Jan. 2012.

 

A.H. Gregg was a prominent business man in Farmer Village, now called Interlaken, NY. They originally produced agriculture machinery, and later moved to Trumansburg, NY and established Gregg Iron Works. The principle article of manufacture was the Meadow King Mower, but other implements were added as the capacity of the works increased as the demand warranted. The Osborn Sulky Plow, Sharpe Horse Rake, Morse Horse Rake, King of the Lawn and Young America Lawn Mowers, and later, reaping machines and twine binders were built to quite an extent.The annual out- put for several years was in the neighborhood of 2,000 mowers, 500 reapers, 1,500 rakes, 1,500 lawn mowers, 500 sulky plows, besides hand plows and miscellaneous tools.

  

This rare pass is signed on front by Gregg, with information on back. There is an embossed stamp on the signature portion as well. In good condition with some wear and light soiling. Please see photo. If you collect 19th century Americana history, World's Fair / Expo, photography, etc. this is a treasure you will not see again! Add this to your image or paper / ephemera collection. Important genealogy research importance too. Combine shipping on multiple bid wins!

     

International Cotton Exposition (I.C.E) was a World's Fair held in Atlanta, Georgia from October 5 to December 3 of 1881. h The location was along the Western & Atlantic Railroad tracks near the present day King Plow development. It planned to show the progress made since the city's destruction during the Battle of Atlanta and new developments in cotton production.

 

Placed a short train ride from downtown, it was designed so that the largest building could later be used as a cotton mill. A quarter of a million people attended generating between $220,000 and $250,000 in receipts split evenly between sales and gate receipts.

 

Founding

 

The idea of holding such an exhibition in the South was first suggested by Edward Atkinson of york who in August 1880 wrote a letter to a New York journal discussing the great waste incident to the methods then in use in the gathering and handling of the cotton crop and advised the exhibition to bring all of those interested in the production of this great Southern staple for the purpose of improvement. The Atlanta Constitution republished and urged the importance of some action in regard thereto. A few weeks after the publication of this letter it was announced that Mr. Atkinson was about to make a Southern trip for the purpose of putting the suggestion in form. Mr. H. I. Kimball being impressed with the importance of the enterprise and personally acquainted with Mr. Atkinson, invited him to Atlanta to address the people on the subject. This invitation Mr. Atkinson accepted, and at the solicitation of many prominent citizens of Atlanta he delivered, on October 28, 1880, an address in the senate chamber, in which he advocated Atlanta as the proper place in which to hold a cotton exhibition, such as would result in devising improved methods in the cultivation of the cotton as well as to be a stimulus to the entire industrial development of this section.

 

Early that november, James W. Nagle and J. W. Ryckman came to Atlanta to ascertain what action the citizens proposed to take in the matter. At their suggestion several preliminary meetings were held. A committee consisting of Governor A.H. Colquitt, Mayor W.L. Calhoun, ex-Governor R.B. Bullock and J.W. Ryckman was appointed to prepare a plan for preliminary organization, which resulted in the formation of such an organization and the election of Senator Joseph E. Brown, president; S.M. Inman, treasurer and Ryckman, secretary.

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In February 1881, the chamber of commerce proposed and a corporation was organized under the general law, and a charter was obtained from the court. The Atlanta incorporators were those above plus R.F. Maddox, Benjamin E. Crane, Evan P. Howell, M.C. Kiser, Robert J. Lowry, Sidney Root, Campbell Wallace, J.F. Cummings, W.P. Inman, J.C. Peck, L.P. Grant, W.A. Moore, G.J. Foreacre, Richard Peters and E.P. Chamberlin. Associated with them were citizens of several other counties in Georigia and of the states of Pennsylvania, Maryland, Virginia, North and South Carolina, Alabama, Louisiana, Missouri, Massachusetts, New York, Maine, Rhode Island and of London, England. Thus equipped the new enterprise commenced active operations.

 

At first it was only contemplated that the exposition should be confined to cotton and all pertaining thereto, in its culture, transportation, manufacture, etc. The capital stock of the corporation was originally fixed at $100,000 in shares of $100. As the work advanced, however, and as the country became interested in the subject, it was decided to open its doors for the admission of all products from every section, and the capital stock was therefore to $200,000. H.I Kimball was elected chairman of the 25 member executive committee whose mission was to raise the money.

 

It was believed if Atlanta subscribed one-third the amount required, other cities interested in the succedss of the enterprise would contribute the balance. A canvass of the city was made, and in one day the amount proportioned to Atlanta was secured. Mr. Kimball was authorized to visit Northern cities and endeavor to interest them in the undertaking. He visited New York and secured subscriptions to two hundred and fifty-three shares of stock ($25,300); Boston took sixty shares; Baltimore, forty-eight; Norfolk, VA buying twenty-five; Philadelphia, forty-three; Cincinnati, seventy-nine. The gratifying result of Mr. Kimball's work in the North and the apparent interest manifested by the whole country caused the executive committee to take immediate steps to put the whole work of organizing and conducting the enterprise in hand. Kimball was named director-general and CEO.

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Contemporary rendering of the 1881 Exposition

 

Oglethorpe Park was selected as the site of the exposition. It belonged to the city and was located two and one half miles northwest from the railroad depot, and on the line of the Western & Atlantic Railroad. This park was originally laid out and improved under the direction of Mr. Kimball, in 1870 for the use of agricultural fairs, but the work of adapting the grounds and erecting the necessary buildings for the exposition was not an easy task. The work was begun under Mr. Kimball's direction and rapidly pushed to completion and made ready in ample time for the opening of the exposition.

 

The main building was constructed after a general model of a cotton factory, as suggested by Mr. Atkinson, the form being a Greek cross, the transept nearly half the length, the agricultural and carriage annexes extending along the southern side, and the mineral and woods department forming an annex at the extreme western end of the building. Its extreme length was seven hundred and twenty feet, the length of the transport four hundred feet, and the width of the arms ninety-six feet. The dimensions of the remaining principal buildings were as follows:

 

Railroad building, 200x100 fee

Railroad annexes, 40x60 and 40x100 feet

Agricultural implement building 96x288 feet

Carriage annex, 96x212 feet

Art and industry building, 520x60 feet

Judge's hall, 90x120 feet

Horticultural hall, 40x80 feet

Restaurant, 100x200 feet

 

There were several other buildings, as the Florida building, press pavilion, police headquarters, etc, and quite a number of individuals or collective exhibitors erected buildings for themselves.

[edit] Opening

 

The exposition was opened on October 5, 1881 and the occasion formed a memorable day in the history of Atlanta. The event was attended by many governors, senators and congressmen and addresses were made by Kimball, Governor Colquitt, North Carolina Senator Z.B. Vance and Indiana Senator D.W. Voorhees.

 

The exposition was a success in every way. The entire number of exhibits was 1,113 of which the Southern States contributed more than half; New England and Middle States, 341; Western States, 138; foreign, 7. The gross receipts were $262,513, and the total disbursements $258,475. The average daily attendance was 3,816 for the seventy-six days it was open. The largest number of admissions on any one day occurred on December 7th, Planters' Day, when there were 10,293.

 

The Exposition Cotton Mill was opened on the site in 1882 and remained in operation until 1969.[1]

   

SPJ based WDM-2 loco - 18639 is shunting the rake of Jaynagar (JYG) bound 55515 (Samastipur-Jaynagar) Passenger at its tow !!

I've used the leaf motif frequently in my watercolors so I had to bring it here too

There are a few items that belonged to my grandparents that I have kept and used regularly. This rake is one of those things. I love this old metal rake, with its old wooden handle, and I prefer it to any newer rake that is stored in my garage. So I am giving this its own portrait.

Presbyterian Church youth group raking leaves to earn money

Water Rail foraging

Small lucky rakes are little cheaper.

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