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Built in 2012, this one-of-a-kind 9/11 Memorial features a twisted piece of steel “floating” in the center, 30 tons of American granite as the towers, and a bright eternal flame at its base.
Curlew Hills Memorial Garden
Palm Harbor, FL
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The photograph shows the village of Pali and its harbour, on the volcanic Dodecanese Greek island of Nisyros in the Aegean Sea. In the background the island of Gyali, also volcanic, and beyond that, on a clearer day one would make out the south coast of Kos.
On our 1,000 mile sailing trip from Croatia to Turkey we had decided to stop off and tie up on the town quay in Pali (we are the third boat from the right) on Nisyros to rest-up for 24 hours as we had heard the island was home to a currently active (but not erupting) volcano, which might be worth checking out.
What we found and loved about Nisyros was that it was the most friendly, hospitable place one could imagine.
Following arrival we walked into the village for a spot of lunch at the local taverna and after consuming a satisfying selection of Greek antipasto and a plate of freshly caught, deep fried squid in batter we enquired about where we could hire a car in order to visit the volcano. Without any hesitation the Patrons of this wonderful establishment offered us the use of their own car, and declined to take a penny for it. Where else in the world one would find this kind of hospitality is difficult to know.
However, in an effort to repay this kindness the "crew" returned to the taverna that evening for more food and in the course of the evening, along with many friendly locals, virtually drank the place dry of every type of Greek alcoholic beverage known to man.
What a day, what a night! End result, 24 hours that is still fresh in the memory many years later.
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"Rural England. Home again
to ordinary pain which simple weather can dispel,
to fields which don't explode beneath the feet
of running children in nightmare heat"
Extract from War Photographer by Carol Ann Duffy.
That is one of my favourite poems.
R.I.P to all soldiers British, Allied or our enemies. Because all the enemys dead should be remembered too. Because they we're just ordinary men exactly like all the allied troops, they loved the same things and probably shared similar beliefs.I think that is well illistrated in the fact they played football together on Christmas, and for one day they were just men, not nationalities, being men and enjoying themselves side by side. I don't believe your nationality has any effect on the type of person you are, wether you are good or bad, most people want peace and just to lead an ordinary happy life. Neither sides soldiers want what happened.
Today makes me think of the conflicts in Afghanistan and between Isreal and Palestine, and i just wish they could find some way of comprimise, no more people need to die.
I got my film back from boots today :)
This isn't the best but obviously it holds a paticular relevance to today.
I will try to find out the location of this field because its actually incredible, poppies as far as the eye can see. I know it somewhere between Poole and Bristol.
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This is a quilt I made in response to an online challege. The idea was to make a quilt showing how I would want to -- or expect to -- be remembered. All the important things in my life are here:
my faith, my husband, my sons (the stars), literature, friends, joy, and the tree -- blown by the wind-- dances on.
Remember the veterans on this day 2010. Let's take time to thank them for the freedoms we have in this country! (From my collection of Bald Eagle images.) Photographed at the Memphis Zoo.
REMEMBER!
If you'd like to build it make sure you save the files at ORIGINAL SIZE for correct results.
The former Brown Muffs department store. I remember coming to see Father Christmas here, and they also had a very good restaurant.
"Brown Muff & Co were started in 1814 by Elizabeth Brown at 11 Market Street, Bradford as a drapery. By 1822 the shop had branched out to be both a public library and a book shop.
The business grew and in 1828 Elizabeth's son Henry joined the firm, which was renamed Brown & Son. Elizabeth retired in 1834, and Henry ran the store until 1846 when he went into partnership with his brother-in-law, Thomas Muff, to form Brown Muff & Co.
In 1846 the railway arrived in Bradford, and Brown Muff & Co expanded with the new custom. In 1856, they were listed in the Trade Directory as drapers, hosiers, tailors and hatters, with several neighbouring stores being purchased to expand the business. The store was known for its luxurious goods.
The store was demolished and rebuilt in 1870, as part of street improvement plans, with the new building being designed by architects Knowles & Wilcock. This building still stands today.
In 1905, Brown Muff & Co were incorporated as a private limited company, with Henry, Charles and Frederic Muff and George and Richard Walker as shareholders. The business continued to expand with new departments including a Beauty Parlour opening in 1927. However during the 1930s Great Depression the store struggled and moved away from the luxury market to a populist approach.
In 1950, a new electrical department was opened at 55 Market Street, while in 1956 they restructured Howard House and the main store, and in 1958 opened a food department selling delicacies from around the world.
By 1960, the business had its best ever profits and started a store expansion programme. They first opened a new store in Skipton in 1961 (formerly Amblers Department Store), followed by Bingley in 1963 (formerly Pratts Department Store), before opening a store in Doncaster in 1975. However in 1975, House of Fraser bought a 27.2% shareholding in the company.
The business was suffering during the financial difficulties of the 1970s, and the share holders were advised to sell to House of Fraser. In 1977, the deal was completed and the business of Brown Muff & Co was transferred into the Rackhams division of House of Fraser, with all stores being re-branded Rackhams in 1978. The Bradford store continued to operate within the House of Fraser business until 1995 when the store was closed, while Bingley & Doncaster were also closed. The only store in the Brown Muff empire to still be open as a House of Fraser is Skipton."
あの夏の影を探して✨
世事難料
雖然不知道還能在這邊做多久
但真的很開心
在那個夏天有遇到
一群親切友愛的同學
不管未來發生什麼
這段當老師的時光
都將會是我美好的回憶
記 住 夏 日
尋 找 夏 的 影 子✨
Place：廣州市·廣州大學城
Archibald McLean
Angus McLeod
James McLaren
Duncan McKenzie
Colin McKenzie
George Blyth
Donald McAlpin
Remember always these men who gave their lives for us in the great war 1914 - 1919
On the eve of Yom HaShoah in Israel, there is a state ceremony at Yad Vashem, the Holocaust Martyrs' and Heroes Authority. At 10:00am on Yom HaShoah, throughout Israel, air-raid sirens are sounded for two minutes. During this time, people stop what they are doing and stand at attention; cars stop, even on the highways; and the whole country comes to a standstill as people pay silent tribute to the dead. On the eve of Yom HaShoah and the day itself, places of public entertainment are closed by law. Israeli television airs Holocaust documentaries and Holocaust-related talk shows, and low-key Hebrew and Yiddish songs are played on the radio. Flags on public buildings are flown at half mast ( wikipedia)
"We succeeded in taking that picture [from deep space], and, if you look at it, you see a dot. That's here. That's home. That's us. On it, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever lived, lived out their lives. The aggregate of all our joys and sufferings, thousands of confident religions, ideologies and economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilizations, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every hopeful child, every mother and father, every inventor and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt politician, every superstar, every supreme leader, every saint and sinner in the history of our species, lived there on a mote of dust, suspended in a sunbeam.
The earth is a very small stage in a vast cosmic arena. Think of the rivers of blood spilled by all those generals and emperors so that in glory and in triumph they could become the momentary masters of a fraction of a dot. Think of the endless cruelties visited by the inhabitants of one corner of the dot on scarcely distinguishable inhabitants of some other corner of the dot. How frequent their misunderstandings, how eager they are to kill one another, how fervent their hatreds. Our posturings, our imagined self-importance, the delusion that we have some privileged position in the universe, are challenged by this point of pale light. Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark. In our obscurity -- in all this vastness -- there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves. It is up to us. It's been said that astronomy is a humbling, and I might add, a character-building experience. To my mind, there is perhaps no better demonstration of the folly of human conceits than this distant image of our tiny world. To me, it underscores our responsibility to deal more kindly and compassionately with one another and to preserve and cherish that pale blue dot, the only home we've ever known." Carl Sagan, 1994
During NYCC 2012 at Jacob Javits Center, New York City, NY, USA on October 12 2012 Photo: Jason Chau
Date: October 12 2012
Model: NIKON D800
Lens: AF Zoom 24-70mm f/2.8G
Remember that old movie "The Birds" by Alfred Hitchcock, I know I do. This image was shot with my Nikon coolpix 7100 and the editing done on my IPad 2.
A series of events to mark the centenary of the shelling of Scarborough. Here the actors do a rehearsed reading of "Pierrot" by Bob Harris in the Town Hall Gardens.
Scarborough, North Yorkshire
September 2014