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Historic documents relating to the German immigration to British Kaffraria in the 1850's, photographed in the East London Museum, Eastern Cape, South Africa on July 7, 2008. Emigration Contract: Gustav Godeffroy, Sir George Grey and Wilhelm Schulz.
Information relating to the aircraft is on the Cessnock Aerodrome - Hunter Valley Vintage Wings website at www.huntervalleyjoyflights.com.au
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film, sooc.
in honor of spring♥
It’s never easy to be chosen, never easy to be called
Standing on the frontline when the bomb starts to fall
I can see the heavens but I still hear the flames
Calling out my name
I can see the writing on the wall
I can’t ignore this war
At the end of it all
Who am I living for?
Who Am I Living For? - Katy Perry
i really love that song... i didn't know until recently that Katy Perry used to sing gospel and then changed to pop. i think this song reveals her doubts and feelings about her life and salvation. it's really interesting
one thing she says though, i can really relate to and the Bible even validates it. never easy to be called. it really isn't. being a christian and living your life for God isn't easy, but the hope we have for a future, an eternity of perfection, that's what gives us the strength to keep running the race.
Final shot I have relating to this year's Xmas Cracker event alone, seen departing Victoria on Saturday 1st December, it will be heading back to the Museum of Transport.
Thought this would look great in black & white but sadly it didn't exactly turn out the way I expected it to! :(
The Problems Relating to the Management & Excavations of the Archaeological Ruins of Herculaneum / Pompeii as Reported in Foreign Press (1904-2002). "Pompeii - Directors: The Excavations and Restorations 1860-1910." POMPEIVIVA - SSBANeP 2010.
Fonte / source: POMPEIVIVA - "Directors: Pompeii - The Excavations and Restorations 1860-1910." POMPEIVIVA - SSBANeP 2010.
www.pompeiviva.it/pv/en/responsabiliattivitascavo_1860191...
Relates to Leeds TOTW: Comfort
These two Lovebirds took comfort in each other by utilising a steel bench rather than hanging precariously over a balcony!
The gentleman in the background whose curiosity I attracted was a tourist wanting to know about Art Galleries and Museums. I pointed him up Park Row and suggested visiting the Cathedral as an added bonus :)
This was one of the best days of our trip. We took the train from Munich to Fussen. This part of Bavaria is so pretty - I could see us living there. We made it to Neuschwanstein Castle but the tours were sold out for the day so we just ambled around the courtyard. We walked down the hill and ran into a great bratwurst stand with a gnome garden. We ended up wandering around Fussen before heading back to Munich. I'm glad we hit it this day since rain moved in as we were leaving.
I took these photos in mid-October 2016.
This is a Portfolio relate to DC Comic and movie , Restore a role of Batman: Arkaham Asylum.
Harley Quinn/
I created this group of photos in China, an abandoned hospital building, to restore the role of a business works.
The creative process used in the camera, flash, soft umbrella, color film, reflectors, tripods and other props. Thank model Asa, and to help this group of photos I took several support staff.
This group of photos to show the audience a great reduction in the original crazy clown female offenders, if you know cosplay, understand Batman, then this will not be unfamiliar. I think this group of photos into a lot of photography after shooting, restore the role of a work that conveys the role of personality and the whole atmosphere of the original, is a group of the more successful works.
Besides me, there are many creative combinations, of course, I also plan and prepare some of the more impact work. In the future I plan to shoot some surreal landscape and travel photography work
An Art Installation relating to the Cusp Conference which is a Conference relating to people with good ideas, and art. www.cuspconference.com
Posted by Second Life Resident Torley Olmstead. Visit Connected.
Among the anecdotes relating to the bridge, the most popular is that the lions were sculpted without tongues and the sculptor was mocked so much that he jumped into the Danube in shame. Wikipedia
This photo relates to my travel blog at http://www.heatheronhertravels.com/a-cycle-in-the-turia-gardens-in-valencia/
Restaurants
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Various papers relating to Mr.Thomas Wheeler my late Grandfather.Sadly he died when I was just eleven years of age.I do however recall it was he that took me on my very first fishing trip using the first fishing rod and reel that he bought me.The images here are from WWII papers when he was an active serviceman and I only recently found these in an old album of my late father`s.These are the first twenty images in nigh on eighty images of both his army papers and my Great Grandparents (to come later) images.Some images are somewhat the same but have different focus points and apertures,mainly to suit prospective customers on Alamy.com stock images.I sincerely hope you enjoy the images and hope you see,as I did,what I think is one of many of the Identity Card issued during WWII.As you can see my Grandfather first signed up in September 1940 and seved right up until the end of the war 1945.He was then signed up for the reserves.Do Not Use Without Express Permisison From Peter Wheeler.
"Sustainability can relate to the memory and preservation of the traditional craftsmanship and in 1.26, we see an extremely innovative way of preserving a craft that might be seen as obsolete by most. Janet Echelman has been inspired by the traditional craftsmanship of fish net weaving and lace making in the construct of her urban sculptures and has re-intepreted the technique to new heights through the technology that she had utilised, allowing all to appreciate traditional crafts in a new form.
In the piece for i Light Marina Bay 2014, Janet Echelman’s luminous 1.26 sculpture will suspend over the floating platform. The form and content has been drawn from observing Earth’s interconnected systems. Echelman used laboratory research from NASA and NOAA which documented the effects of the 2010 earthquake in Chile — the historic shock resulted in the shortening of the earth’s day by 1.26 microseconds, which became the influence for the installation’s name. The colorful volumetric piece takes the shape of a tsunami sweeping across the ocean. In her studio, she generated a three-dimensional model of the tsunami that resulted from Chile’s earthquake, then used software to create an outline of the rendering’s highest amplitude area, realising the silhouette as a sculptural form. The material underscores connectivity — Echelman’s work utilises Honeywell Spectra fibre, a material that is 15 times stronger than steel by weight. The knotted mesh can withstand high winds, but is engineered specifically to imitate the intricacy of handmade lace.
This piece not only reminds us of today’s ever changing face of the earth and the effects natural disasters have on people, but it is also a piece that highlights the courageousness of the survivors and the interconnected populations who are fighting against these effects of climate change in today’s context."
Dundalk overwhelm Bangor in All Ireland Final
by Roger Corbett
Bangor’s amazing run in the All Ireland Junior Cup came to an abrupt end when they were comprehensively beaten by Dundalk, eventually losing by 55-5.
Where do you start when trying to relate and absorb the events of Saturday’s final at Chambers Park? Firstly, congratulations to worthy winners Dundalk who nullified the Bangor attack, then went on to produce some stunning plays which racked up no less than 8 tries, each by a different player. For Bangor’s part, they were unable to respond to the intensity of Dundalk’s game, and lacked the cutting edge which their opponents used to great effect.
The day started full of promise, as the strong support from North Down made their way to Chambers Park in Portadown, knowing Bangor would be fielding their best team. Once again, the pundits had Bangor as the underdogs – just as they had done so in the previous three rounds! In confounding the experts earlier, Bangor produced some awesome performances against top quality opposition to get to the final. Dundalk had produced some convincing wins in the early rounds of the competition, but had struggled to get past CIYMS in the semi-final, just managing to squeeze ahead at the second time of asking. However, with a number of key players returning to the side in time for this game, they were now back at full strength and would be a formidable force to contend with.
Having won the toss, captain Jamie Clegg elected to play into the stiff wind in the first half. For the first 5 minutes, Bangor doggedly retained possession and tried to play their way into Dundalk’s half through a series of determined forward moves. However, little ground was made and, when possession was finally lost, the Dundalk back line produced a burst that simply cut through the Bangor defence resulting in an easy touch down under Bangor’s posts for a 7-0 lead.
Bangor stuck to their plan and slowly, but patiently, got their attack moving forward, eventually winning a penalty to the left of Dundalk’s posts, but Mark Widdowson’s kick into the wind drifted just wide of the mark.
The contrast in play between the two teams was becoming clear, with Bangor trying to keep the ball close while Dundalk were throwing it wide. The latter strategy was proving to be the more effective as, with 20 minutes gone, a quick back line move with players looping around resulted in an overlap on the right wing which gave a clear run in to again, score under the posts. A further 9 minutes later, they did it again and, although the Bangor defence had sensed the danger and moved across to cover it, their tackling let them down allowing Dundalk to get over in the right hand corner, taking their lead to 19-0.
By now, Bangor were trying to hang on until half time when they could regroup and come out with the wind at their backs. Dundalk, on the other hand were anxious to press home their advantage and give them a more comfortable lead. To Bangor’s credit, although camped on their own line for lengthy spells, they dug in and managed to hold on until the referee’s half time whistle.
As the teams reappeared from the dressing rooms, it was obvious Bangor were ringing the changes, particularly in the backs. With the wind advantage having lessened considerably, Bangor got the second half underway. It was now Dundalk’s turn to adopt the slow, steady approach, just as Bangor had done earlier. However, their more confident off-loading and support play was, once again, taking play deep into Bangor’s territory. Frustration at not being able to gain possession and take play out of their danger area eventually resulted in a yellow card for Clegg after a succession of penalties. Dundalk kicked the penalty to touch, won their lineout and drove for the line. Although initially held up by the Bangor defence, Dundalk’s repeated drives were eventually rewarded with another converted score, extending their lead to 26-0.
From the touchline, the Bangor faithful had felt that if their players had managed to score first in the second half, they may have been able to mount a fight-back and close the gap to their opponents. As it was, this Dundalk score simply bolstered their confidence and pushed Bangor deeper into trouble. With Bangor still a man down, Dundalk added to the score with a penalty and then another score in the corner. Everything was now working for the Leinster men, as even the difficult touchline conversion into the biting wind successfully split the posts, bringing the score to 36-0.
As the game entered the final quarter, and with Dundalk all but holding the cup, Bangor were now on the ropes. By contrast, the Dundalk players were in almost total control, and were not going to slow down now. In a 10 minute spell, they ran in a further 3 tries, making the scoreline 55-0. By now, any sense of dejection the Bangor supporters may have been feeling was now moved to feelings of sympathy for their players. However, pride was at stake and once again Bangor rallied as the game entered its final minutes. At last, the forwards got within striking distance of the Dundalk line and, although their repeated attacks were repelled, they finally managed to do what their opponents had done so effectively, and quickly passed the ball wide to Davy Charles. Even though they were 55 points ahead, the Dundalk defence made Charles work hard to drive through the tackles and score Bangor’s consolation try, bringing the final score to 55-5.
From Bangor’s point of view, the final score doesn’t tell the whole story of this competition. While the final may have resulted in a sad anti-climax for Bangor, the remarkable journey to get there will be remembered for some time. On the day, Dundalk were by far the better side, and Bangor would have to concede that their game was not up to the usual standard. However, there is no doubt the experience of competing at this level is something to relish and the goal now will be to secure a top four place in the league and try again next year.
Everybody at the club has nothing but the highest respect and praise for what has been achieved this year by not just the 1sts, but all the senior teams, and one poor result isn’t going to change that – the welcome at Upritchard Park for the returning players is testament to that. With that in mind, the players now need to put this disappointment behind them and provide the best possible response against a struggling Portadown side at home in the league next Saturday.
Bangor side: J Leary, A Jackson, P Whyte, F Black, G Irvine, R Latimer, J Clegg, C Stewart, R Armstrong, K Rosson, D Charles, M Aspley, M Weir, M Widdowson, C Morgan
Subs: S Irvine, O McIlmurray, D Kelly, M Rodgers, C Harper, D Fusco, M Thompson
Bangor scores: D Charles (1T)
Dundalk Storm To Title Dundalk 55 v Bangor 5 from KnockOn.ie
Dundalk Scorers: Christopher Scully, Owen McNally, Jonathan Williams, John Smyth, Ultan Murphy, Tiernan Gonnelly, James McConnon and Stephen Murphy 1 try each. Ultan Murphy 6 cons, 1 pen.
Bangor Scorers: David Charles 1 try.
In front of a big crowd at Chambers Park on Saturday afternoon Dundalk delivered a stunning and ruthless display to see off the challenge of Bangor and capture the All Ireland Junior Cup title for the very first time.
Three first half tries had them firmly in control at 19-0 ahead having played with the elements at the Portadown venue during the first half and while the wind dropped somewhat after half time the Dundalk intensity most certainly didn’t as they cut loose scoring five more tries.
Dundalk returned to a heroes welcome at their Mill Road clubhouse on Saturday night after a display of pure brilliance throughout the afternoon.
Precision, pace and skill from the Louth men from start to finish left Bangor playing second fiddle for long periods.
Dundalk overwhelm Bangor in All Ireland Final
by Roger Corbett
Bangor’s amazing run in the All Ireland Junior Cup came to an abrupt end when they were comprehensively beaten by Dundalk, eventually losing by 55-5.
Where do you start when trying to relate and absorb the events of Saturday’s final at Chambers Park? Firstly, congratulations to worthy winners Dundalk who nullified the Bangor attack, then went on to produce some stunning plays which racked up no less than 8 tries, each by a different player. For Bangor’s part, they were unable to respond to the intensity of Dundalk’s game, and lacked the cutting edge which their opponents used to great effect.
The day started full of promise, as the strong support from North Down made their way to Chambers Park in Portadown, knowing Bangor would be fielding their best team. Once again, the pundits had Bangor as the underdogs – just as they had done so in the previous three rounds! In confounding the experts earlier, Bangor produced some awesome performances against top quality opposition to get to the final. Dundalk had produced some convincing wins in the early rounds of the competition, but had struggled to get past CIYMS in the semi-final, just managing to squeeze ahead at the second time of asking. However, with a number of key players returning to the side in time for this game, they were now back at full strength and would be a formidable force to contend with.
Having won the toss, captain Jamie Clegg elected to play into the stiff wind in the first half. For the first 5 minutes, Bangor doggedly retained possession and tried to play their way into Dundalk’s half through a series of determined forward moves. However, little ground was made and, when possession was finally lost, the Dundalk back line produced a burst that simply cut through the Bangor defence resulting in an easy touch down under Bangor’s posts for a 7-0 lead.
Bangor stuck to their plan and slowly, but patiently, got their attack moving forward, eventually winning a penalty to the left of Dundalk’s posts, but Mark Widdowson’s kick into the wind drifted just wide of the mark.
The contrast in play between the two teams was becoming clear, with Bangor trying to keep the ball close while Dundalk were throwing it wide. The latter strategy was proving to be the more effective as, with 20 minutes gone, a quick back line move with players looping around resulted in an overlap on the right wing which gave a clear run in to again, score under the posts. A further 9 minutes later, they did it again and, although the Bangor defence had sensed the danger and moved across to cover it, their tackling let them down allowing Dundalk to get over in the right hand corner, taking their lead to 19-0.
By now, Bangor were trying to hang on until half time when they could regroup and come out with the wind at their backs. Dundalk, on the other hand were anxious to press home their advantage and give them a more comfortable lead. To Bangor’s credit, although camped on their own line for lengthy spells, they dug in and managed to hold on until the referee’s half time whistle.
As the teams reappeared from the dressing rooms, it was obvious Bangor were ringing the changes, particularly in the backs. With the wind advantage having lessened considerably, Bangor got the second half underway. It was now Dundalk’s turn to adopt the slow, steady approach, just as Bangor had done earlier. However, their more confident off-loading and support play was, once again, taking play deep into Bangor’s territory. Frustration at not being able to gain possession and take play out of their danger area eventually resulted in a yellow card for Clegg after a succession of penalties. Dundalk kicked the penalty to touch, won their lineout and drove for the line. Although initially held up by the Bangor defence, Dundalk’s repeated drives were eventually rewarded with another converted score, extending their lead to 26-0.
From the touchline, the Bangor faithful had felt that if their players had managed to score first in the second half, they may have been able to mount a fight-back and close the gap to their opponents. As it was, this Dundalk score simply bolstered their confidence and pushed Bangor deeper into trouble. With Bangor still a man down, Dundalk added to the score with a penalty and then another score in the corner. Everything was now working for the Leinster men, as even the difficult touchline conversion into the biting wind successfully split the posts, bringing the score to 36-0.
As the game entered the final quarter, and with Dundalk all but holding the cup, Bangor were now on the ropes. By contrast, the Dundalk players were in almost total control, and were not going to slow down now. In a 10 minute spell, they ran in a further 3 tries, making the scoreline 55-0. By now, any sense of dejection the Bangor supporters may have been feeling was now moved to feelings of sympathy for their players. However, pride was at stake and once again Bangor rallied as the game entered its final minutes. At last, the forwards got within striking distance of the Dundalk line and, although their repeated attacks were repelled, they finally managed to do what their opponents had done so effectively, and quickly passed the ball wide to Davy Charles. Even though they were 55 points ahead, the Dundalk defence made Charles work hard to drive through the tackles and score Bangor’s consolation try, bringing the final score to 55-5.
From Bangor’s point of view, the final score doesn’t tell the whole story of this competition. While the final may have resulted in a sad anti-climax for Bangor, the remarkable journey to get there will be remembered for some time. On the day, Dundalk were by far the better side, and Bangor would have to concede that their game was not up to the usual standard. However, there is no doubt the experience of competing at this level is something to relish and the goal now will be to secure a top four place in the league and try again next year.
Everybody at the club has nothing but the highest respect and praise for what has been achieved this year by not just the 1sts, but all the senior teams, and one poor result isn’t going to change that – the welcome at Upritchard Park for the returning players is testament to that. With that in mind, the players now need to put this disappointment behind them and provide the best possible response against a struggling Portadown side at home in the league next Saturday.
Bangor side: J Leary, A Jackson, P Whyte, F Black, G Irvine, R Latimer, J Clegg, C Stewart, R Armstrong, K Rosson, D Charles, M Aspley, M Weir, M Widdowson, C Morgan
Subs: S Irvine, O McIlmurray, D Kelly, M Rodgers, C Harper, D Fusco, M Thompson
Bangor scores: D Charles (1T)
Dundalk Storm To Title Dundalk 55 v Bangor 5 from KnockOn.ie
Dundalk Scorers: Christopher Scully, Owen McNally, Jonathan Williams, John Smyth, Ultan Murphy, Tiernan Gonnelly, James McConnon and Stephen Murphy 1 try each. Ultan Murphy 6 cons, 1 pen.
Bangor Scorers: David Charles 1 try.
In front of a big crowd at Chambers Park on Saturday afternoon Dundalk delivered a stunning and ruthless display to see off the challenge of Bangor and capture the All Ireland Junior Cup title for the very first time.
Three first half tries had them firmly in control at 19-0 ahead having played with the elements at the Portadown venue during the first half and while the wind dropped somewhat after half time the Dundalk intensity most certainly didn’t as they cut loose scoring five more tries.
Dundalk returned to a heroes welcome at their Mill Road clubhouse on Saturday night after a display of pure brilliance throughout the afternoon.
Precision, pace and skill from the Louth men from start to finish left Bangor playing second fiddle for long periods.
The Problems Relating to the Management & Excavations of the Archaeological Ruins of Herculaneum / Pompeii as Reported in Foreign Press (1904-2002). "Pompeii - Excavations and Restorations 1910 - 1961." POMPEIVIVA - SSBANeP 2010.
Fonte / source: POMPEIVIVA - "Pompeii - Excavations and Restorations 1910 - 1961." POMPEIVIVA - SSBANeP 2010.
The Problems Relating to the Management & Excavations of the Archaeological Ruins of Herculaneum / Pompeii as Reported in Foreign Press (1904-2002). [Prof. Ugo Ojetti] "Italian Antiquities Withholding Of In Formation Criticized," The Times, Nov. 19, 1931. p. 11.
S.v.,
ROMA ARCHEOLOGICA & RESTAURO ARCHITETTURA 2021. Inchiesta su Pompei, parte II. Pompei shock, comunicazione roboante: si pensa alla conservazione? Finestre sull'Arte (18/01/2021); S.v., "Pompei - Italian Antiquities Withholding of Information Criticized," The Times London (19 Nov. 1931): 11. S.v., Finestre sull'Arte (11/01/2021) & Mi Riconosci (20/02/2020). wp.me/pbMWvy-11L
Untitled - 1963
Robert Rauschenberg (1925 - 2008)
Medium - Oil, graphite, and screen print on canvas
“Painting relates to both art and life...I try to act in that gap between the two.”
-Robert Rauschenberg
Rauschenberg and fellow artist Jasper Johns incorporated commonplace images and materials into their work, as seen here in the inclusion of a Coca-Cola sign. These two artists, who shared an intimate personal and artistic relationship, paved the way for the development of Pop Art in the 1960s.
Confronted with a large, sign-filled, silkscreened photograph and hints of readable language, one cannot help but search Rauschenberg’s untitled picture for meaning. Yet the sheer number and variety of marks and symbols in the image frustrates this endeavor, leading us down a series of interpretive dead ends. Ultimately, the work is about the effort of searching for meaning rather than communicating a specific meaning itself.
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This World Class attraction was everything we expected and more. Construction has just begun on a major expansion, but that has been managed in such a way that it does not in any way detract from the experience now.
This album focuses on the artwork inside the buildings and on the other interior spaces including the Eleven Restaurant and the Gift Shop. A separate album posted a few days ago is devoted to the two April mornings that we spent exploring just some of the trails that crisscross the 120 acres of Arkansas forest around the museum.
Alice Walton and her co-creative team can be proud of the vision and execution of everything on this 120 acre site.
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"Crystal Bridges Museum of American Art is a museum of American art in Bentonville, Arkansas. The museum, founded by Alice Walton and designed by Moshe Safdie, officially opened on 11 November 2011. It offers free public admission.
Alice Walton, the daughter of Walmart founder Sam Walton, spearheaded the Walton Family Foundation's involvement in developing Crystal Bridges. The museum's glass-and-wood design by architect Moshe Safdie and engineer Buro Happold features a series of pavilions nestled around two creek-fed ponds and forest trails. The 217,000 square feet complex includes galleries, several meeting and classroom spaces, a library, a sculpture garden, a museum store designed by architect Marlon Blackwell, a restaurant and coffee bar, named Eleven after the day the museum opened, "11/11/11". Crystal Bridges also features a gathering space that can accommodate up to 300 people. Additionally, there are outdoor areas for concerts and public events, as well as extensive nature trails. It employs approximately 300 people, and is within walking distance of downtown Bentonville."
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Crystal_Bridges_Museum_of_American_Art
crystalbridges.org/nature-trails/
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This concentration photo relates to the current pandemic we are in. This photo shows the extreme and preventative measures we do to stay safe. Many feel as if they are invincible to the virus which causes numbers of infections to rapidly grow. I had my model wear a glove and sanitize his other hand showing that even though he wore gloves he still needs to sanitize. I also had him wear a mask in context to COVID-19. I edited this photo to have a greenish tint giving off the feeling of illness and a dark eerie tone. (For my reshoot I used the feedback and changed the background to the front door to show that they could be leaving or entering their home. I also used an almost empty bottle of hand sanitizer to create a feeling urgency.)
Dundalk overwhelm Bangor in All Ireland Final
by Roger Corbett
Bangor’s amazing run in the All Ireland Junior Cup came to an abrupt end when they were comprehensively beaten by Dundalk, eventually losing by 55-5.
Where do you start when trying to relate and absorb the events of Saturday’s final at Chambers Park? Firstly, congratulations to worthy winners Dundalk who nullified the Bangor attack, then went on to produce some stunning plays which racked up no less than 8 tries, each by a different player. For Bangor’s part, they were unable to respond to the intensity of Dundalk’s game, and lacked the cutting edge which their opponents used to great effect.
The day started full of promise, as the strong support from North Down made their way to Chambers Park in Portadown, knowing Bangor would be fielding their best team. Once again, the pundits had Bangor as the underdogs – just as they had done so in the previous three rounds! In confounding the experts earlier, Bangor produced some awesome performances against top quality opposition to get to the final. Dundalk had produced some convincing wins in the early rounds of the competition, but had struggled to get past CIYMS in the semi-final, just managing to squeeze ahead at the second time of asking. However, with a number of key players returning to the side in time for this game, they were now back at full strength and would be a formidable force to contend with.
Having won the toss, captain Jamie Clegg elected to play into the stiff wind in the first half. For the first 5 minutes, Bangor doggedly retained possession and tried to play their way into Dundalk’s half through a series of determined forward moves. However, little ground was made and, when possession was finally lost, the Dundalk back line produced a burst that simply cut through the Bangor defence resulting in an easy touch down under Bangor’s posts for a 7-0 lead.
Bangor stuck to their plan and slowly, but patiently, got their attack moving forward, eventually winning a penalty to the left of Dundalk’s posts, but Mark Widdowson’s kick into the wind drifted just wide of the mark.
The contrast in play between the two teams was becoming clear, with Bangor trying to keep the ball close while Dundalk were throwing it wide. The latter strategy was proving to be the more effective as, with 20 minutes gone, a quick back line move with players looping around resulted in an overlap on the right wing which gave a clear run in to again, score under the posts. A further 9 minutes later, they did it again and, although the Bangor defence had sensed the danger and moved across to cover it, their tackling let them down allowing Dundalk to get over in the right hand corner, taking their lead to 19-0.
By now, Bangor were trying to hang on until half time when they could regroup and come out with the wind at their backs. Dundalk, on the other hand were anxious to press home their advantage and give them a more comfortable lead. To Bangor’s credit, although camped on their own line for lengthy spells, they dug in and managed to hold on until the referee’s half time whistle.
As the teams reappeared from the dressing rooms, it was obvious Bangor were ringing the changes, particularly in the backs. With the wind advantage having lessened considerably, Bangor got the second half underway. It was now Dundalk’s turn to adopt the slow, steady approach, just as Bangor had done earlier. However, their more confident off-loading and support play was, once again, taking play deep into Bangor’s territory. Frustration at not being able to gain possession and take play out of their danger area eventually resulted in a yellow card for Clegg after a succession of penalties. Dundalk kicked the penalty to touch, won their lineout and drove for the line. Although initially held up by the Bangor defence, Dundalk’s repeated drives were eventually rewarded with another converted score, extending their lead to 26-0.
From the touchline, the Bangor faithful had felt that if their players had managed to score first in the second half, they may have been able to mount a fight-back and close the gap to their opponents. As it was, this Dundalk score simply bolstered their confidence and pushed Bangor deeper into trouble. With Bangor still a man down, Dundalk added to the score with a penalty and then another score in the corner. Everything was now working for the Leinster men, as even the difficult touchline conversion into the biting wind successfully split the posts, bringing the score to 36-0.
As the game entered the final quarter, and with Dundalk all but holding the cup, Bangor were now on the ropes. By contrast, the Dundalk players were in almost total control, and were not going to slow down now. In a 10 minute spell, they ran in a further 3 tries, making the scoreline 55-0. By now, any sense of dejection the Bangor supporters may have been feeling was now moved to feelings of sympathy for their players. However, pride was at stake and once again Bangor rallied as the game entered its final minutes. At last, the forwards got within striking distance of the Dundalk line and, although their repeated attacks were repelled, they finally managed to do what their opponents had done so effectively, and quickly passed the ball wide to Davy Charles. Even though they were 55 points ahead, the Dundalk defence made Charles work hard to drive through the tackles and score Bangor’s consolation try, bringing the final score to 55-5.
From Bangor’s point of view, the final score doesn’t tell the whole story of this competition. While the final may have resulted in a sad anti-climax for Bangor, the remarkable journey to get there will be remembered for some time. On the day, Dundalk were by far the better side, and Bangor would have to concede that their game was not up to the usual standard. However, there is no doubt the experience of competing at this level is something to relish and the goal now will be to secure a top four place in the league and try again next year.
Everybody at the club has nothing but the highest respect and praise for what has been achieved this year by not just the 1sts, but all the senior teams, and one poor result isn’t going to change that – the welcome at Upritchard Park for the returning players is testament to that. With that in mind, the players now need to put this disappointment behind them and provide the best possible response against a struggling Portadown side at home in the league next Saturday.
Bangor side: J Leary, A Jackson, P Whyte, F Black, G Irvine, R Latimer, J Clegg, C Stewart, R Armstrong, K Rosson, D Charles, M Aspley, M Weir, M Widdowson, C Morgan
Subs: S Irvine, O McIlmurray, D Kelly, M Rodgers, C Harper, D Fusco, M Thompson
Bangor scores: D Charles (1T)
Dundalk Storm To Title Dundalk 55 v Bangor 5 from KnockOn.ie
Dundalk Scorers: Christopher Scully, Owen McNally, Jonathan Williams, John Smyth, Ultan Murphy, Tiernan Gonnelly, James McConnon and Stephen Murphy 1 try each. Ultan Murphy 6 cons, 1 pen.
Bangor Scorers: David Charles 1 try.
In front of a big crowd at Chambers Park on Saturday afternoon Dundalk delivered a stunning and ruthless display to see off the challenge of Bangor and capture the All Ireland Junior Cup title for the very first time.
Three first half tries had them firmly in control at 19-0 ahead having played with the elements at the Portadown venue during the first half and while the wind dropped somewhat after half time the Dundalk intensity most certainly didn’t as they cut loose scoring five more tries.
Dundalk returned to a heroes welcome at their Mill Road clubhouse on Saturday night after a display of pure brilliance throughout the afternoon.
Precision, pace and skill from the Louth men from start to finish left Bangor playing second fiddle for long periods.
PICTURE 1- The Determination to Achieve the Dream
Composition
The picture is split vertically by the lockers in the background. The dominant element of the picture is the different objects that all relate to baseball is some way. The light is shining from above from an overhead, which casts the typical dim locker room lighting. It gives the mood of seriousness. The viewer is first drawn to the me, the baseball player, when they first see the picture. But, it is almost as if my arm holding the baseball draws the viewer to the baseball in my hand.
Lighting
The direction of the light is directly above me, the baseball player, which means the angle is high. The intensity is from medium to high because there are shadows in the picture that are darker than the others but there are also some shadows that are pretty light. For instance, the shadow from underneath the bench behind me is darker than the shadows underneath my legs. However, the light in certain areas are high intensity such as on my leg, on my shirt, and on my hat. Therefore, the shadows are medium intensity while the light rays are medium intensity.
Settings
The light colour is greyscale. The exposure was 0.005 seconds (1/200), which was on automatic, with an aperture of f/3.7 and a focal length of 11.6mm. I set the ISO speed on 3200 and set the exposure bias to 0EV since the histogram on my camera had a bell shape, meaning the picture had an average key. If the key was any higher the rays in the picture would make my shirt, hat, and legs seem too bright. If I set the exposure any darker it would be more difficult to see the detail in the picture. The saturation was normal, the sharpness was normal, the flash was turned off, and the white balance was on fluorescent light 2.
Digital Development
Lastly, there was no digital development involved in this picture.
The artist took the picture of the baseball player from the view of another player across the room. The picture is situated to show the determination of the student-athlete to achieve his dream of playing in the big leagues one day. The way this is shown is by the way the baseball player is sitting. His may be down but in a way that looks like he is determined rather than sad. His legs are out, not brought in toward himself, and plus he is looking at the ball differently than a person who is sad may look. There is a backpack on the ground to show he is a student, which is an important factor to any baseball player that plays college baseball. The four baseballs plus the one in his hands, and the practice attire shows that the baseball player has been practicing. The head down low looking at the ball shows the tiredness and determination of him to get to the next level. The t-shirt signifies the baseball player's hometown, Owen Sound, and the Detroit Tigers sweater in the background shows the athlete's favourite team and his dream to play for them some day. The white arm band shows he has had injuries but has battled through them. The WJU baseball hat shows what level and team the athlete currently plays for. The photograph is done very grainy to because it gives more of a doomy look to it but screams out determination and builds up the anticipation. A regular picture with an ISO of, for instance, 100 would not have as much of an emotional appeal or as much impact on the viewer. The baseball player wants to be remembered for the road they take to try and achieve their dream of making it to the big leagues. They do not want to dwell on injures, school, bad performance, or bad luck. They battle through these tough times, which is why it is such a mentally draining game. But baseball players always come out stronger because of it and never want to be remembered for giving up.
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LegCo Subcommittee to Follow Up Issues Relating to Three-runway System at HK International Airport observes three-runway system reclamation works (2017.05.05)
This image relates to my question "Can you tell a person's sexuality by their clothes?" because it is of a woman saying that the man is gay because he is wearing a tighter pink shirt and has his hair fixed neatly. This directly relates to my project because it shoes how people view men (in this case) that wear the color pink in their wardrobe and in this case the woman views him as being gay. And with the look on her face she does not seem to happy about it, she seems concerned that he is gay or the fact that he is wearing a "gay" shirt in public. I wanted to focus on this question because I have been given looks like this and wondered why, just to find out that is was because of how I was dressed. People nowadays are more comfortable with people being gay, but this project is also an examination of people's comfort with homosexuality.
This group photo relates to BANZARE. It has been erroneously linked to Shackleton and the Endurance - both in a book and a film. Once the Australian Newspaper linked it to the AAE and I told them and they acknowledged their mistake. The trouble is that unless people do thorough research then mistakes can be repeated! By the way on the Mawson's Huts Foundation site this photo (colourized version) is in the Photo Gallery, Historical Images - in that small Gallery there is a mixture of AAE and BANZARE images. At least four of the photos (out of 19) in that Gallery are by Eric Douglas and relate to BANZARE. This is officially a Frank Hurley photo, but unofficially taken remotely by Eric Douglas. Eric Douglas Collection.
This is second picture which relates to my son. The first one was www.flickr.com/photos/60585645@N04/17815774488/in/datepos... . Once I did the first one I realized that with all the symbolic content I wanted to expand the series. This one is more related to my work bone marrow donors - my daily work. The two with the third, the one which is still not made, will hang in the examination room where I examine bone marrow donors before they are cleared to donate.
How this picture connects to my son
The first three letters I chose were A, O, U which were actually the first sounds I taught my son when he was weeks old – which he used to repeat. Then I changed the letters to create easier association but I still kept A.
Dundalk overwhelm Bangor in All Ireland Final
by Roger Corbett
Bangor’s amazing run in the All Ireland Junior Cup came to an abrupt end when they were comprehensively beaten by Dundalk, eventually losing by 55-5.
Where do you start when trying to relate and absorb the events of Saturday’s final at Chambers Park? Firstly, congratulations to worthy winners Dundalk who nullified the Bangor attack, then went on to produce some stunning plays which racked up no less than 8 tries, each by a different player. For Bangor’s part, they were unable to respond to the intensity of Dundalk’s game, and lacked the cutting edge which their opponents used to great effect.
The day started full of promise, as the strong support from North Down made their way to Chambers Park in Portadown, knowing Bangor would be fielding their best team. Once again, the pundits had Bangor as the underdogs – just as they had done so in the previous three rounds! In confounding the experts earlier, Bangor produced some awesome performances against top quality opposition to get to the final. Dundalk had produced some convincing wins in the early rounds of the competition, but had struggled to get past CIYMS in the semi-final, just managing to squeeze ahead at the second time of asking. However, with a number of key players returning to the side in time for this game, they were now back at full strength and would be a formidable force to contend with.
Having won the toss, captain Jamie Clegg elected to play into the stiff wind in the first half. For the first 5 minutes, Bangor doggedly retained possession and tried to play their way into Dundalk’s half through a series of determined forward moves. However, little ground was made and, when possession was finally lost, the Dundalk back line produced a burst that simply cut through the Bangor defence resulting in an easy touch down under Bangor’s posts for a 7-0 lead.
Bangor stuck to their plan and slowly, but patiently, got their attack moving forward, eventually winning a penalty to the left of Dundalk’s posts, but Mark Widdowson’s kick into the wind drifted just wide of the mark.
The contrast in play between the two teams was becoming clear, with Bangor trying to keep the ball close while Dundalk were throwing it wide. The latter strategy was proving to be the more effective as, with 20 minutes gone, a quick back line move with players looping around resulted in an overlap on the right wing which gave a clear run in to again, score under the posts. A further 9 minutes later, they did it again and, although the Bangor defence had sensed the danger and moved across to cover it, their tackling let them down allowing Dundalk to get over in the right hand corner, taking their lead to 19-0.
By now, Bangor were trying to hang on until half time when they could regroup and come out with the wind at their backs. Dundalk, on the other hand were anxious to press home their advantage and give them a more comfortable lead. To Bangor’s credit, although camped on their own line for lengthy spells, they dug in and managed to hold on until the referee’s half time whistle.
As the teams reappeared from the dressing rooms, it was obvious Bangor were ringing the changes, particularly in the backs. With the wind advantage having lessened considerably, Bangor got the second half underway. It was now Dundalk’s turn to adopt the slow, steady approach, just as Bangor had done earlier. However, their more confident off-loading and support play was, once again, taking play deep into Bangor’s territory. Frustration at not being able to gain possession and take play out of their danger area eventually resulted in a yellow card for Clegg after a succession of penalties. Dundalk kicked the penalty to touch, won their lineout and drove for the line. Although initially held up by the Bangor defence, Dundalk’s repeated drives were eventually rewarded with another converted score, extending their lead to 26-0.
From the touchline, the Bangor faithful had felt that if their players had managed to score first in the second half, they may have been able to mount a fight-back and close the gap to their opponents. As it was, this Dundalk score simply bolstered their confidence and pushed Bangor deeper into trouble. With Bangor still a man down, Dundalk added to the score with a penalty and then another score in the corner. Everything was now working for the Leinster men, as even the difficult touchline conversion into the biting wind successfully split the posts, bringing the score to 36-0.
As the game entered the final quarter, and with Dundalk all but holding the cup, Bangor were now on the ropes. By contrast, the Dundalk players were in almost total control, and were not going to slow down now. In a 10 minute spell, they ran in a further 3 tries, making the scoreline 55-0. By now, any sense of dejection the Bangor supporters may have been feeling was now moved to feelings of sympathy for their players. However, pride was at stake and once again Bangor rallied as the game entered its final minutes. At last, the forwards got within striking distance of the Dundalk line and, although their repeated attacks were repelled, they finally managed to do what their opponents had done so effectively, and quickly passed the ball wide to Davy Charles. Even though they were 55 points ahead, the Dundalk defence made Charles work hard to drive through the tackles and score Bangor’s consolation try, bringing the final score to 55-5.
From Bangor’s point of view, the final score doesn’t tell the whole story of this competition. While the final may have resulted in a sad anti-climax for Bangor, the remarkable journey to get there will be remembered for some time. On the day, Dundalk were by far the better side, and Bangor would have to concede that their game was not up to the usual standard. However, there is no doubt the experience of competing at this level is something to relish and the goal now will be to secure a top four place in the league and try again next year.
Everybody at the club has nothing but the highest respect and praise for what has been achieved this year by not just the 1sts, but all the senior teams, and one poor result isn’t going to change that – the welcome at Upritchard Park for the returning players is testament to that. With that in mind, the players now need to put this disappointment behind them and provide the best possible response against a struggling Portadown side at home in the league next Saturday.
Bangor side: J Leary, A Jackson, P Whyte, F Black, G Irvine, R Latimer, J Clegg, C Stewart, R Armstrong, K Rosson, D Charles, M Aspley, M Weir, M Widdowson, C Morgan
Subs: S Irvine, O McIlmurray, D Kelly, M Rodgers, C Harper, D Fusco, M Thompson
Bangor scores: D Charles (1T)
Dundalk Storm To Title Dundalk 55 v Bangor 5 from KnockOn.ie
Dundalk Scorers: Christopher Scully, Owen McNally, Jonathan Williams, John Smyth, Ultan Murphy, Tiernan Gonnelly, James McConnon and Stephen Murphy 1 try each. Ultan Murphy 6 cons, 1 pen.
Bangor Scorers: David Charles 1 try.
In front of a big crowd at Chambers Park on Saturday afternoon Dundalk delivered a stunning and ruthless display to see off the challenge of Bangor and capture the All Ireland Junior Cup title for the very first time.
Three first half tries had them firmly in control at 19-0 ahead having played with the elements at the Portadown venue during the first half and while the wind dropped somewhat after half time the Dundalk intensity most certainly didn’t as they cut loose scoring five more tries.
Dundalk returned to a heroes welcome at their Mill Road clubhouse on Saturday night after a display of pure brilliance throughout the afternoon.
Precision, pace and skill from the Louth men from start to finish left Bangor playing second fiddle for long periods.
Badbury Clump, near Faringdon, Oxfordshire.
HINGEFINKLE'S LOGBOOK (Twelfth Instalment)
The Ways of the Wodehouse
Were I to describe every single adventure which Gladys Sparkbright and I experienced on our northward journey from I-slip, I fear I should rapidly run out of parchment. But these were adventures of a rather different order from those I have chosen to relate in this little tome, mainly on account of the homeliness of the landscape in those parts. Although there are great heathland “forests” and wonderful, windswept moors, there is little woodland, and there are very few swamps, so that the monsters which have been my lifelong specialism, being deprived of their natural habitats, are comparatively scarce. One day in early Beltane, as we came down from the moorlands and entered a pleasant, green valley inhabited by nothing but cows, sheep, cowherds and shepherds, I remarked as much to Gladys.
“Hum,” I said, munching on some of the local bread and cheese as we sheltered from the summer sun in a cleft in the hillside, “I must confess to being a little disappointed. The local fauna seems to be prosaic in the extreme. No Hydrus hingefinklii; no Draco terribilis pyromanicus! And no sign whatever of cockatrices or harpies. Fiddlesticks!”
And then, as I should have predicted, Gladys cast aside her pickle-pot, threw her hands up in despair at my ignorance, dug about in her little black bag for her latest miniaturised short-range telescope, and dragged me by the forearm to the bank of the stream.
“Raht,” she ordered, “shut yer gob a minute an’ look at them thare damsel-flies. Thar be nowt prosaic abaht them!”
I spent the remainder of that balmy afternoon pursuing various airborne invertebrates through the marginal vegetation, with Gladys’s telescope clapped to my eye. Twice I fell into the river whilst attempting to get a good view of an iridescent member of the genus Agriidae as it perched like a black-bewinged sapphire on a yellow-flag iris. Three times, I fell over backwards with surprise among tufts of Potomogeton and aquatic Ranunculii as I found myself confronted by the magnified compound eyes of a Coenagrion, gazing insolently at me through the lenses of the telescope. Once, I waded out up to my knees to watch a great, green-eyed Cordulegaster as it hovered above the surface of the stream, depositing eggs with its elongated, gold-daubed abdomen. And all around me, members of the aptly-named order Ephemeroptera undulated obsessively in mid-air like a thousand miniature marionettes on invisible strings.
It was dusk by the time I returned, caked with mud and dried algae, to where Gladys was perched with a cup of tea in her hand, on a high knob of rock overlooking the dale.
“Eee,” she said with a satisfied air, “This’d be a raht good spot ter build a castle, me duck. An’ a nahce wee village dahn on t’ banks o’t’stream. A good place fer Gnomes, Ah reckon. No disturbances, lahk - just peace an’ quiet. Perfect fer thinkin’ an’ inventin’.”
“Hum,” I said, lighting my pipe. “What would you call it?”
Gladys looked at me quizzically. “Why - Ah suppose Ah’d call it Castletown, if it ‘ad a castle. Wot else?” Then she paused and looked towards the north. “But it’ll ‘ave ter wait. We’ve got more travellin’ ter do.”
I found myself reflecting, not for the first time, that the determination with which Gladys had pursued our northward course, and the meticulousness with which she had kept us walking along the Zeroth degree of longitude in spite of all meanderings, suggested that she had some kind of premonition about what lay ahead of us - but as always, something in her eyes prevented me from asking. Not knowing what to say, I handed the miniaturised short-range telescope back to her, and was about to begin enthusing about the glories of the Odonata when she tucked the little contraption back into my pocket.
“Ah won’t be needin’ that ol’ thing any more,” she chuckled with a dismissive wave of her hand.
“Hum, whyever not?” I asked, unable to conceive how one could do without such a fine piece of apparatus once one had tried it.
“Wot d’yer think Ah’ve bin doin’ fer t’last six hours, ‘Ingefinkle?” she said with an exasperated look. “Ah’ve been makin’ a new improved model, that’s wot. Twahce th’ magnification, an’ nowt by way o’ colour fringes! Wot else is a woman ter do while t’ol’ codgers’re off chasin’ damsel-flies? Twiddle ‘er thumbs?”
*
Since I was afraid of appearing stupid, I refrained from asking Gladys how that little black bag of hers could possibly be capable of carrying all her provisions, the perfect pocket-watch, and all of the equipment required for the making of a telescope. We spent the night in the great stone cleft above the valley, before moving on with the rising of the sun.
“Tha’ll be gettin’ yer monsters soon enough,” said Gladys as we climbed the opposite hillside. “Tha knows what’s beyond these ‘ills, Ah suppose?”
“Hum,” I said. “No indeed. I have never been this far north before, so how should I know?”
“Eeee,” said Gladys, “tha’s nowt but a great daft owd bugger sometimes. Call yerself a monsterologist, duss tha? Well! We’ve an ‘undred mahles ter go t’th’Arp River, an’ between ‘ere an’ there - thar’s nowt but Wild Lands. Thar’ll be monsters starin’ at yer from every dark corner, you mark mah words, an’ yer won’t see nowt of ‘em but their eyes, glarin’ in t’ darkness! An’ it won’t do no good ter use yer astrolabe; yer won’t be able ter see t’stars fer vegetation!”
I was about to express my enthusiasm in response to this description, but my breath was quite taken away, for at that moment we cleared the brow of the hill, and I saw at once the truth of Gladys’s claims. The Wild Lands stood before us, a countless army of oak and hazel trees, stretching as far as the eye could see to east and west. Wind whistled mournfully through the gnarled branches, and a great flock of rooks soared into the air and circled mournfully above our heads. Before the woods there was a great ditch and rampart, and I could not avoid the impression that the people of those parts had dug the earthworks as a first line of defence against whatever lurked beyond. The first few rows of trees had been pollarded or coppiced some time in the past, but as Gladys tugged me by the sleeve and led me beneath the gnarled oak boughs, I perceived that, not far beyond the rampart, the trees were wild and untended, their trunks swathed at the base, where light permitted, with impenetrable brambles and nettles. The branches hung thick with grey-green lichens, and the fallen timbers were encrusted with fungi, spewing their black spores into the musty currents of air which swept across the forest floor. And as we walked deeper into the Wilds, there was nothing to be heard but the creaking of ancient bark in the wind, and our own footsteps seemed like distant echoes in the dank and mouldering semi-darkness. There was something unnatural about that darkness, but to this day, I would be flummoxed if you asked me what it was.
As Gladys had predicted, creatures watched us from the shadows as we pressed onward hour after hour. Or at least, I presumed that they did, for I would only ever see them in the corner of my eye - a movement in the undergrowth or the glowing of a slitted pupil - and then, when I swung around to face whatever it might be, there would be nothing there, and Gladys would tut and grab me by the arm once more, dragging me further into the spreading blackness. Sometimes, I could have sworn that we were surrounded on all sides by little pinpoints of light, but wherever I directed my gaze, they would extinguish themselves, leaving me confusedly rubbing my eyes.
“Gladys! Wait!” I whispered hoarsely. “I think I see some tracks!” They were quite unmistakable in the light of my lantern; the naked footprints of a large hominid, freshly impressed on the mould. I observed with some dismay that the prints culminated in deeply-scored grooves, suggesting claws of considerable ferocity. “Fiddlesticks! It’s not Goblins, is it? But I can’t smell them!”
Gladys stooped over the great footprints - which, as I noted with some alarm, were roughly twice the size of my own - first looking through her spectacles and then squinting above them. “Nay!” she said at last. “Tha’s got no need ter get all aeriated. No Goblin were ever that big! That thare is a wodehouse footprint. Daft owd clumsy buggers, they be, but they only ever kill people by accident. Nowt ter worry abaht at all!”
“This is - this is absolutely fascinating!” I cried, and realised with a start that my voice seemed to be echoing throughout the entire forest. But I must confess that enthusiasm had quite driven away all fear. The wodehouse is described in great detail in the bestiaries (though some are marred by their erroneous insistence that wodehouses only live in the Indies, where they do battle with centaurs - a quite ridiculous assertion, since centaurs are the purely mythical products of the over-indulged and under-utilised imaginations of Keltia’s former oppressors). It would seem that a far better summary is that contained in the bestiary owned by Druid Agrimony - admittedly not always a reliable source, but in this case at least, well deserving quotation:
Beware the wodehouse of the woods
Who pilfers packs and steals the goods
Of unsuspecting passers-by,
In lands where none may hear their cry
Of disgruntled, dread dismay!
A wodehouse pelt is grizzled grey,
It dangles down about his knees
And oft is thick with grime and grease.
Hairy too his feet and paws
All four of which do end in claws.
His face is fit to curdle milk
For all creatures of his ilk
Possess a most upsetting scowl.
He slobbers oft, his breath is foul,
And gutteral his gurgling gripe.
He may be caught with bits of tripe
Hung upon a simple trap -
Or failing that, a piece of crap
Will entice him just as well
(But once he’s caught, he’ll give you hell).
A wodehouse walks on his hind feet,
His hands reserved to choke and beat,
Batter, bruise, belay and belt:
The fight’s not worth it for his pelt.
You fool! Flee faster while you can!
Don’t rouse the wrath of the wild man!
I was not, needless to say, particularly interested in the wodehouse’s pelt - unless perhaps to determine whether the proverbial greasiness of wodehouse hair is the product of some uropygial gland, or merely a consequence of unrefined eating habits - but the opportunity to observe the creature at close quarters was enticing for other reasons. There was the question of auricles and ventricles, for a start; by means of my stethoscope I hoped to learn something of the relationship between the wodehouse and the other hominid races. I also hoped to be able to determine whether, in addition to walking on its hind legs, the creature was capable of swinging from overhead branches with its hands. My mind reeled with questions: does the wodehouse possess a tail; does its dentition suggest an omnivorous diet or one composed entirely of tripe and manure; does the creature have recourse to the use of tools; does it recognise archetypal gestures such as laughing, frowning or weeping; is its “gurgling gripe” savage and inarticulate - or does it contain the rudiments of language? In short, I could not contain my excitement - and indeed did not attempt to do so, but instead poured all my energies into communicating that excitement to Gladys Sparkbright, inventor of the Humane Hydra Trap.
“Eeee - Ah don’t rahtly know whether Ah should encourage you, ‘Ingefinkle. Ah’m able ter invent a pocket watch wit’ no friction, a high-resolution oil-immersion mahcroscope, a miniaturahsed short-range telescope - an’ all tha wants from me is traps. Rahtio, then - but this trap’ll be t’ trap ter end all traps - you mark mah words!” And with that, Gladys industriously set about building a wodehouse trap. In the meantime, since our provisions did not appear to include any tripe, I went about the business of procuring a stool (and the means by which I did so must remain my secret). I returned in time to be thrown to the ground by a large explosion which hurled earth up from the forest floor to a height of seven ells. By the time I had staggered to my feet, Gladys was walking towards me, dusting off her hands and cramming her hair back into place with a knitting needle.
“Raht. ‘Ast tha got t’ bait? Eeee! Well done, ‘Ingefinkle - but Ah think Ah’ll let you attach it - to that wee ‘ook hangin’ from that thare bough.”
As I impaled the bait on the hook indicated by Gladys, I surveyed the scene with amazement. Never was a trap so complex, nor so fail-safe: any one of the multitudinous mechanisms of Gladys Sparkbright’s Wodehouse Trap would have been sufficient to secure our quarry. My eyes boggled at the formidable array of trip-wires, bent boughs, greased tree-trunks and divers other contraptions made of chiselled oak-boughs and held together with pieces of knotted string. I deduced that the trap was triggered by the trip-wire, which would cause a piece of twined ivy to wrap itself around the wodehouse’s legs in response to the merest vibration. This in turn would cause one of the bent boughs to swing into the air, carrying the wodehouse with it, where the creature would dangle upside-down above the large, circular pit which had been formed by the explosion.
“Hum,” I said. “An admirable trap, Gladys. If the wodehouse escapes from the ivy rope, it will promptly drop into the pit, which, I perceive, you have smeared with dripping. Well, I doubt whether the dripping will damage the pelt. But you don’t think, do you, Gladys, that the wodehouse might have been frightened away by your explosion?”
“Nay!” Gladys waved her arm dismissively. “Wodehouses’re as deaf as posts. ‘E’ll be in t’ trap bah mornin’, raht as rain!”
*
We retreated into the forest until we were sure that our movements would not frighten our quarry, and then, oblivious to the gaze of a thousand elusive eyes, we sat down and waited. Gladys rummaged about in her little black bag, rearranging things until her ball of string would fit inside. I fiddled with my tinder-box and lit my pipe, and Gladys remarked that she ought to invent an improvement on flint-striking for the making of fire. My smoke rings curled into the darkness; I emptied my pipe and refilled it - once, twice - I know not how many times. Now, the darkness was total, and lighting my lantern, I perceived that Gladys had fallen asleep, exhausted as she was from her exertions.
“Hum,” I said to myself. “I wonder if we’ve caught the wodehouse yet?” and raising my lantern, I wandered off to check the trap.
My dear little Alias - if ever you should find yourself in the environs of the Harp River, do not underestimate the power of the darkness to distort one’s sense of direction. I wandered this way and that, groping on the forest floor in search of the pegs which held the trap, but all I found was mould, mushrooms, and the grooved and pitted bark of ancient treetrunks. At last, I gave up hope, and had just set my mind to finding Gladys again, when there was a loud twang, and my sense of disorientation was magnified by the fact that, so far as my befuddled mind could deduce, I appeared to be hanging upside-down somewhere in the middle of the Wild Lands, my eyes staring into pitch-darkness. To make matters worse, the myriad glowing eyes appeared to have abandoned their furtiveness, and were now gazing hungrily at me to the accompaniment of the licking of a multitude of lips.
“Gladys?” I called, somewhat forlornly at first, but as the eyes increased in diameter, more loudly and with greater urgency. “Gladys? I appear to have met with a mishap. Gladys? Oh fiddlesticks, do wake up!”
But it seemed that Gladys was slumbering blissfully on, and as time crept by and the creatures crept closer, I could feel the blood slowly accumulating at the top of my cranium until my feet felt as though they were encased in ice. Water dripped on me from an overhanging branch, and its inexorable rhythm was driving me to distraction. “Gladys!”
“Eeee! ‘Ingefinkle! What hast tha been up to?” came Gladys’s voice from the darkness. “Yer’ve missed t’ wodehouse, tha knows!”
“What do you mean, I’ve missed the wodehouse?” I cried, feeling quite dizzy and not at all myself.
“Well,” said Gladys, “Ee were with me just now, plain as t’ nose on yer face!”
“Hum. You mean - you caught a glimpse of him?”
“Glimpse? Nay, ‘Ingefinkle, Ah ‘ad meself a nahce long chat with ‘im.”
“You chatted with a wodehouse?” I squeaked. “What did he say?”
“Oh, nowt as could be understood,” replied Gladys consolingly, “an’ ee were a bit deaf - Ah ‘ad ter shout down ‘is lug ‘ole ter make ‘im understand me.”
“I see,” I said, gallantly maintaining my composure, “and what precisely did you do with this wodehouse?”
I could hear Gladys rolling up the sleeves of her cardigan in the darkness. “We ‘ad a nahce ‘ot cup o’ tea, that’s wot!” she said.
“Oh,” I said, because there was very little else worth saying.
“Raht, then,” laughed Gladys. “Well, we’d best be off. Tahme ter be headin’ north again.” The blood at the top of my cranium pounded as I realised that she was walking back the way she had come.
“Gladys!” I blubbered, for I confess that by that stage I was feeling a wee bit of vertigo.
“Eh?” said Gladys’s receding voice. “Wot’s tha gettin’ all aeriated abaht, ‘Ingefinkle?”
“Hum,” I replied. “I don’t suppose you could start inventing a way of getting me down from here, could you Gladys?”
It is at times like those that I wish I had been less ambitious, and chosen to specialise in the Odonata.
I think we can all relate to this. The question is whether we have the courage to "let go" of some of the prideful… t.co/Fwk3x0KGMs (via Twitter twitter.com/Jaime_Hepp/status/824017228513366016)
Education relates evrythin to Science nd Ignorance wid fiction...Education broadenss up our thinkin nd mak u to thnk high nd betr....bt Ignorance compeles u to liv in some fixed boundares...widout makin any progres or markin d destinations !!
Jeremy Corbyn showed heavily-redacted government documents, obtained by campaigners, relating to months of trade talks between the US and the UK.
Then he unveiled 451 pages of uncensored documents which he claimed prove US officials put the NHS on the table in Brexit trade talks. Talks were held between the UK's Department for International Trade and the US Trade Representative (USTR), according to the leaked documents. The documents named civil servants and details of negotiations. After one meeting, UK officials admitted the US was pushing for a no-deal Brexit to get more out of a trade deal with Britain. The document said: "USTR were also clear that the UK-EU situation would be determinative: there would be all to play for in a No Deal situation. But UK commitment to the Customs Union and Single Market would make a UK-US Free Trade Agreement a non-starter."
El Relator Rodrigo Escobar Gil atiende solicitudes de entrevistas con miembros de la prensa hondureña e internacional tras la presentación del Informe sobre la Situación de las Personas Privadas de Libertad en Honduras. 2 de agosto de 2013, entrada principal de la Casa Presidencial, Tegucigalpa.
The Problems Relating to the Management & Excavations of the Archaeological Ruins of Herculaneum / Pompeii as Reported in Foreign Press (1904-2002). "Pompeii - Directors: Excavations and Restorations 1910 - 1961." POMPEIVIVA - SSBANeP 2010.
Fonte / source: POMPEIVIVA - "Pompeii - Directors: Excavations and Restorations 1910 - 1961." POMPEIVIVA - SSBANeP 2010.
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