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i have been asked elsewhere for a tighter portrait crop version of this and after a bit of playing around with various crops i think this works best
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This was taken in the desert of Erg Chebbi, Morocco, at sundown. I used a Sigma 17-70mm, f2.8-4.5, which turned out to be very suited for travel photography. It was mounted on my 40D, which was wrapped in a plastic bag for obvious reasons. I was on a rather drunkenly walking dromedary.
I post processed it for contrast and to get the blue sky. It came out a bit too noisy for my taste, but I'm still quite happy with it.
UPDATE: Noise Ninja is wonderful.
Before Beverlee(Zaoll Luv) goes off, here's the comparison you guys have been asking for!
It's missing 3 of my dolls, but they don't have their heads at the moment so okkaaay.
Left - Right
Zaoll Luv | Doll Chateau Bella Boy | Narin Classic | MNF Karsh | Bluefairy Olive Boy
Having seen her Uncle Rupert's cupcake tower, Sophie requested "blue cakes" for her third birthday !
Unfortunately her party was on Sunday and there was no way I could do her cupcakes with all that I had to do for our own party on the Saturday.
So today I made her some blue cakes for her to take to nursery to share with her friends. I made the blue more of a turquoise shade though this time rather than a "blue" blue as I thought it looked a bit more girly !!! :o))
Vanilla butter cakes with vanilla buttercream icing, fondant flowers.
Explore 17.09.2009
requested by alex
taken by jade as well (:
the last of my massive upload, probably not going to post anything for a long while. later, gators
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Seen in a French church : " Maybe you here a call from God when you are entering this cathedral. However, it is very unlikely that He will contact you by phone ! So, please switch off your mobile phones"
For "Smile on Saturday" ; theme : "funny words".
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I did a deep cleaning for move-out for someone who just bought a new house. She said " I want to take a few photos so I can remember the house and neighborhood.. Stand here"
I said " Don't YOU want to be in the photos?!"
She said " No, just want to remember what i saw out my front window for years and my favorite outside gazebo. I don't want pics of me this heavy"
I said: "Okay and was out the on the front lawn with her neighbors house in the background, and then sitting on the couch in her outside shelter. I thought it was odd that she would have photos of her maid in the remembrance photos! is it just me that thinks it was kindof odd?
Carré had two requests:
1. she wanted me to tell everyone that her band, Queen Kwong, has a show thursday night.
On The Rox @ THE ROXY. 9PM HOLLYWOOD, CALIFORNIA
and
2. That I use this particular picture in conjunction with the information. So here's an honest-to-science Polaroid. Mmmm.
Now I personally have never heard her band, but lots of folks like her stuff, famous folks, SUPER FAMOUS FOLKS, so there's got to be something to it.
I'm notoriously bad at making it to these kinds of events, I don't like crowds, my ears are mysteriously bad at handling loud noises, and I really don't like crowds.
But I might be there. Because it's entirely possible she'll hurt me if I'm not.
So, come, maybe see me, DEFINITELY see Carré, IN THE FLESH. Tell her I sent you, and she'll be super happy & giggly, and that is great to see, let me tell ya.
Switching it up, a medium format shot of Carré is up at my blog: blog.louobedlam.com/post/51374467/carr-s-band-queen-kwong...
And another thing! Buy my book by CLICKING HERE. It's great, I recommend it highly, and, most importantly, it's only available for another 7 days. SEVEN DAYS.
Cavendish Mews is a smart set of flats in Mayfair where flapper and modern woman, the Honourable Lettice Chetwynd has set up home after coming of age and gaining her allowance. To supplement her already generous allowance, and to break away from dependence upon her family, Lettice has established herself as a society interior designer, so her flat is decorated with a mixture of elegant antique Georgian pieces and modern Art Deco furnishings, using it as a showroom for what she can offer to her well heeled clients.
However today we are not in Lettice’s flat, rather we have followed her south from London into Sussex to the home of Lettice’s newest potential client, Mrs. Hatchett.
As requested, when the steam of the train carrying Lettice from London to Rotherfield and Mark Cross cleared, there stood Mrs. Hatchett’s chauffer, dressed in a smart black uniform. As the Worsley turned into the gates above which the name of the house was emblazoned in wrought iron curlicues, she prepared for the worst, but was pleasantly surprised to find that ‘The Gables’ was in fact a rather lovely Arts and Crafts country house with prominent gabling, from which it obviously took its name, sitting amidst a sympathetic and charming informal English garden.
Now sitting in Mrs. Hatchett’s old fashioned and overstuffed drawing room awaiting tea with her hostess, Lettice tries very hard not to pass judgement on her as she looks about her at all the heavy Victorian furnishings and clutter.
“I did warn you, Miss Chetwynd,” Mrs. Hatchett begins, her apologetic tones bursting the silence only broken by the soft tick of the French barrel clock on the mantlepiece. “It is a bit of a mausoleum.”
Lettice has already counted five vases and just as many photograph frames that needlessly clutter the stylish Georgian style mantle. “No, no,” she interjects diplomatically with a defensive wave of her hands. “Victoriana can be quite charming Mrs. Hatchett. I know the Mater and Pater have plenty of it in our family home.”
“You are kind Miss Chetwynd, but I would imagine that your family home is much grander than ‘The Gables’ and therefore far more able to manage Victorian furnishings elegantly. Please let us not pretend that it is anything more than clutter here.” Mrs. Hatchett looks about her in dismay.
“Well…” Lettice begins, shifting awkwardly on the red velvet button back upholstered armchair.
“I didn’t invite you here today to approve of what you see, Miss Chetwynd,” Mrs. Hatchett interrupts her guest. “But rather for you to reimagine what it could be, if you stripped all this old fashioned tatt out.”
A stifled gasp and a sniff interrupt her as a parlour maid appears at the door with a silver tray laden with tea things and a selection of biscuits.
“Oh! Thank you, Augusta. You may put the tea things here.” Mrs. Hatchett indicates to the oval table between the two women.
“My mistress barely five minutes in her grave,” the maid mutters.
“Thank you, Augusta!” Mrs. Hatchett snaps. “Miss Chetwynd doesn’t care to hear your opinion about the drawing room furnishings.”
Berated, the parlour maid silently sets out the tea things and retreats, but just as she reaches the door she says defiantly, “It’s not ‘tatt’, Madam!” And leaves.
“I’m so sorry Miss Chetwynd, like almost everything in this house, Augusta is the former Mrs. Hatchett’s legacy.” Picking up a photo in an ornate frame on the pedestal table next to her, she continues in a wistful voice, “It wasn’t what I imagined.”
“What wasn’t, Mrs. Hatchett?”
“My marriage.” She hands the portrait of herself and her handsome husband to Lettice. “You don’t imagine when you marry a dashing man in uniform,”
“He was a captain, wasn’t he?” Lettice looks at the stylish wartime couple in the wedding portrait.
“Yes, Charlie was a captain in the air force. He was handsome and smart, and so self-possessed in his stance that he radiated confidence.”
“And you…”
“I was a pretty chorus girl in ‘Chu Chin Chow’*, and he swept me off my feet. We were married after a whirlwind romance.” She smiles. “Well, it was wartime, wasn’t it? There was no time for a lengthy pre-war courtship. And then his leave was over, and I found myself married and rather than living in exciting London like I was used to, I found myself buried here in the country and living under my mother-in-law’s roof with Charlie flying over into France.”
“I see.” Lettice replies.
“Oh, I’m sure you don’t, Miss Chetwynd. You see, I didn’t realise until after the war, what a mummy’s boy I’d married. Handsome, yes, Charlie is handsome, but as soon as the uniform came off, he lost all his self-possession and went straight back to being under his domineering mother’s thumb and following her wishes. We stayed living here rather than have a home of our own, and he just let her undermine me and overrule me as his wife. I was nothing here. She never approved of the ‘chorus girl’. What would I know? No, the respectable Victorian widow knew how to hire and manage staff, plan meals and parties for her son, and was strict about ‘not redecorating’. I couldn’t change anything in the room we were given, which I’m sure was a guest bedroom. I’m surprised I was even allowed to hang my clothes in the wardrobe. Nasty old trout she was: so anxious to fling me out like yesterday’s newspaper!”
“So that’s why you want to throw all this,” Lettice waves her hands about her. “Out.”
“It’s not just that Miss Chetwynd, although I must confess I’d be happy to erase every last trace of my mother-in-law from this earth. Look, I know you don’t need me as one of your clients when you have duchesses and other titled ladies wanting you to decorate for them. I know that to you, like everyone in your class, that I am just a brash social climber with too much money: the chorus girl who found herself a rich banker. I don’t have the right pedigree, have the right manners or the right clothes. I try too hard to fit in, and the harder I try the more obvious I become.” She reaches out and grasps Lettice’s hand tightly. “But I need you, Miss Chetwynd. Not to try and ape the houses of peers with your taste, but to help support me to support my husband, and the only way I can do that, is to shine out from the tarnished shadow of his mother. Now that she is dead, Charlie has some of that confidence I fell in love with back and is finally embarking on doing something that he wants to do.”
“And what is that?”
“He wants to enter politics. When the war ended, the government announced that the men would come home to ‘homes fit for heroes’, but here we are, two years on since the armistice and there are men who fought for the empire, living in a disused prison in Worcestershire**. Can you imagine how they feel? The intention of the government is there, but where is the will? Charlie wants to represent these men, and that’s why I need you to decorate this house. I want to be able to entertain here to further Charlie’s political intentions, and I can’t do it when it looks like this. Contrary to my dead mother-in-law’s opinion, although I’m sure she knew better, I have confidence. I can entertain the influential and shine brilliantly as a hostess, but in order for me to do that, I need a house that represents Charlie and me.” She looks down at the tea table. “Oh damn that woman!”
“Who?” Lettice queries. “The former Mrs. Hatchett?”
“No, that wretched Augusta, although it may just as well be my scheming mother-in-law commanding from her grave! She has intentionally forgotten the teaspoons in order to show me up in front of you and make you think I’m an uncivilised chorus girl!” She pushes the servant’s bell by the fireplace. “Well, the sooner she is replaced, the better! Oh blast! I forgot the bell in here is out of service awaiting the repair man. I’ll be back in a moment, Miss Chetwynd.” Mrs. Hatchett scuttles away, her receding heels clicking on the polished wooden floor of the corridor outside.
Lettice sits back uncomfortably in her chair and feels terribly guilty. A few minutes later, Mrs Hatchett returns with the missing teaspoons. She puts them down and smiles with satisfaction.
“Mrs Hatchett,” Lettice says, looking squarely at her hostess. “I owe you an apology.”
“Me, Miss Chetwynd? Goodness! What could you possibly need to apologise to me for?”
“For my snobbery, Mrs. Hatchett.”
Mrs. Hatchett waits for Lettice to continue.
“You’re right Mrs. Hatchett. We all read or heard the story about the ‘chorus girl who married the pilot who owned a bank’. None of us bothered… wanted, to know you. We all sit in judgement and laugh as you try with us and fail. So, don’t! Forget society and embrace politics. I really admire what you and your husband are trying to achieve now that I know about it. You may not be the kind of client my family, or even my friends want me to have, but I’m not always one to stick with social conventions. I’ll decorate your home for you, if you would like me to.”
“Yes, Miss Chetwynd,” Mrs. Hatchett smiles gratefully. “I would like you to, very much!”
*‘Chu Chin Chow’ is a musical comedy written, produced and directed by Oscar Asche, with music by Frederic Norton, based on the story of Ali Baba and the Forty Thieves. It was the most popular show in London’s West End during the Great War. It premiered at His Majesty’s Theatre in London on the 3rd of August 1916 and ran for 2,238 performances, a record number that stood for nearly forty years!
** After the Great War, the plan was for house building programs for returned soldiers, dubbed ‘homes fit for heroes’. However, in 1921 European economic crisis saw the withdrawal of these programs. In Britain families were housed in many disused spaces available including a defunct prison in Worcestershire, with a single cell allotted per family!
This overstuffed and cluttered Victorian drawing room would have looked very old fashioned by 1920, and certainly to a young and modern flapper such as Lettice, or even a middle-aged woman like Mrs. Hatchett. This upper-middle-class domestic scene is different to what you might think, for it is made up entirely of 1:12 size dollhouse miniatures, some of which come from my own childhood.
Fun things to look for in this tableaux include:
The family photos on the mantlepiece and Mrs. Hatchett’s wedding photo on the pedestal table at the right of the picture are all real photos, produced to high standards in 1:12 size on photographic paper by Little Things Dollhouse Miniatures in Lancashire. The frames are from various suppliers, but all are metal. The one on the pedestal table and the matching one on the far left of the fireplace I have had since I acquired them from a specialist dolls’ house supplier when I was a teenager.
The marble French barrel clock on the mantlepiece is a 1:12 artisan miniature made by Hall’s Miniature Clocks, supplied through Doreen Jeffries Small Wonders Miniatures in England. Made of resin with a marble effect, it has had the gilding picked out by hand and contains a beautifully detailed face beneath a miniature glass cover.
The vase of flowers on the left-hand side of the fireplace is made beautifully by hand to extraordinary and realistic standards by Falcon Miniatures in England. This vase contains red roses, bearded blue Dutch irises and white lilies.
The walnut sideboard on the right-hand side of the fireplace is made by Babette’s Miniatures, who have been making miniature dolls’ furnishings since the late eighteenth century. The sideboard features ornate carvings, finials and a mirrored back. On it stand three miniature grading jugs, a hand painted fruit bowl that I also bought as a teenager and two cranberry glass vases that have been hand blown and made from real glass by Beautifully Handmade Miniatures in Kettering. Beautifully Handmade miniatures also made the cranberry glass comport in the foreground and the tea set and plate of biscuits set out for Lettice and Mrs. Hatchett. On the sideboard’s upper shelf stands a bust of Queen Victoria made of pewter by Warwick Miniatures in Ireland which has been hand painted by me. The horse trophy on the mantlepiece at the back is also a Warwick Miniatures 1:12 miniature made of pewter.
The Art Nouveau jardiniere and the squat vase next to the wedding photo on the pedestal table were supplied by Karen Ladybug Miniatures in England.
The Victorian red velvet button back suite of gentleman’s and lady’s armchairs, settee, central pedestal table and occasional tables I bought from a high street dolls’ house supplier when I was twelve. Sets like this are still made in their millions today for doll houses around the world, but I have noticed that the quality in detail and finishing has diminished over the ensuing years.
The miniature Persian rug on the floor is made by hand by Mackay and Gerrish in Sydney.
The two Georgian silhouettes of the gentleman and the lady are 1:12 artisan pieces made by Lady Mile Miniatures in England. The other two paintings of horses are also 1:12 artisan pieces made by Amber’s Miniatures in the United States. The wallpaper is William Morris’ ‘Compton’ pattern, featuring stylised Art Nouveau poppies. William Morris papers and fabrics were popular in the late Victorian and early Edwardian period before the Great War.
The wooden Georgian fire surround is made by Town Hall Miniatures, supplied through Melody Jane Dolls’ House Suppliers in England.
A lovely moment along the trail to the Abandoned Carbide Mill in Gatineau Park in Quebec, Canada.
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Stop on request
Watching for passengers expecting his train to stop, a WSR agent wearing a tie leans out of 6990 “Witherslack Hall” approaching Doniford Halt, where the stop is on request. The train moves slowly and will not stop if there are no passengers waiting to board it (the crew is informed in advance about potential offboarding passengers).
The 6990 is a GWR modified 4-6-0,built in 1948 at Swindon is owned and operated by GCR, Great Central Railway.
The train is uphill, coming from Minehead. The background landscape is the Bristol Channel coast.
Photo © JM Frybourg – 240506-5376
Request help in identifying this little one. Taken on the north border of Luther Marsh Conservation Area, Ontario, Canada
For some reason three different people I didn't know asked me to take their photos today, but I didn't mind it too much. It's been a while since I've taken any portrait shots and it was kind of unexpectedly nice to have that opportunity again.
Was the first person I shot and it turned out pretty well I think
Frissell, Toni,, 1907-1988,, photographer.
Gloria Vanderbilt - 1
February, 1966.
1 photograph : color transparency ; 35 mm (slide format)
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Please use digital image: original slide is kept in cold storage for preservation.
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Client: Vogue.
Container Notes: Vogue, Gloria Vanderbilt, Choices, Picnic, 7 slides, Sheet 1.
Information on item: F.
Slides originally grouped together: LC-F905-31940-32078.
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Rights Info: No known restrictions on publication. For information see "Toni Frissell Collection" hdl.loc.gov/loc.pnp/res.070.fris
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Part Of: Toni Frissell photograph collection (DLC) 2009632520
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Higher resolution image is available (Persistent URL): hdl.loc.gov/loc.pnp/tofr.31944
Call Number: LC-F905-31944 [item]
One of my followers requested this combo. It was fun to do, bit tarty, but then deep down us girls like to let go occasionally and be naughty, me included
This is an art request that my older brother asked for. It's his My Hero Academia OC that he uses for an RP game so he needed my to bring him to life, lol.
St Swithun was an Anglo Saxon saint, born in Winchester and Bishop of Winchester from his consecration on 30 October 852 until his death on 2 July 863. However, he is scarcely mentioned in any document of his own time. He died in 863 when King Alfred the Great was still a young man. It is possible that St Swithun was tutor to the young king and accompanied him on a pilgrimage to Rome. His death is entered in the Canterbury manuscript of the Anglo-Saxon Chronicle (MS F) under the year 861. He is recorded as a witness to nine charters, the earliest of which (S 308) is dated 854.
More than a hundred years later, when Dunstan and Æthelwold of Winchester were inaugurating their church reform, Swithun was adopted as patron of the restored church at Winchester, formerly dedicated to St. Peter and St. Paul. His body was transferred from its almost forgotten grave to Æthelwold's new basilica on 15 July 971; according to contemporary writers, numerous miracles preceded and followed the move.
According to legend, St Swithun has a special association with the English weather, a legend which dates from July 971 when the bones of the saint were moved from outside the old Saxon cathedral and brought inside the building, apparently causing a great thunderstorm:
"On St Swithun's Day, if then dost rain,
For forty days it will remain:
St Swithun's Day, if then be fair,
For forty days 'twill rain nae mair."
A Buckinghamshire variation has
“If on St Swithun's day it really pours
You're better off to stay indoors.”
Swithun was initially buried out of doors, rather than in his cathedral, apparently at his own request. William of Malmesbury recorded that the bishop left instructions that his body should be buried outside the church, ubi et pedibus praetereuntium et stillicidiis ex alto rorantibus esset obnoxius [where it might be subject to the feet of passers-by and to the raindrops pouring from on high], which has been taken as indicating that the legend was already well known in the 12th century.
In 971 it was decided to move his body to a new indoor shrine, and one theory traces the origin of the legend to a heavy shower by which, on the day of the move, the saint marked his displeasure towards those who were removing his remains. This story, however, cannot be traced further back than the 17th or 18th century. Also, it is at variance with the 10th century writers, who all agreed that the move took place in accordance with the saint's desire expressed in a vision. James Raine suggested that the legend was derived from the tremendous downpour of rain that occurred, according to the Durham chroniclers, on St. Swithun's Day, 1315.
John Earle suggests that the legend comes from a pagan or possibly prehistoric day of augury. In France, St. Medard (8 June), Urban of Langres, and St. Gervase and St. Protais (19 June) are credited with an influence on the weather almost identical with that attributed to St Swithun in England. In Flanders, there is St Godelieve (6 July) and in Germany the Seven Sleepers' Day (27 June). There is a scientific basis to the weather pattern behind the legend of St Swithun's day. Around the middle of July, the jet stream settles into a pattern which, in the majority of years, holds reasonably steady until the end of August. When the jet stream lies north of the British Isles then continental high pressure is able to move in; when it lies across or south of the British Isles, Arctic air and Atlantic weather systems predominate.
The most false that the prediction has been, according to the Guinness Book of Records, were 1924 when 13.5 hours of sunshine in London were followed by 30 of the next 40 days being wet, and 1913 when a 15-hour rainstorm was followed by 30 dry days of 40.
St Swithun's Day is celebrated on 15 July. Wikipedia
By special request- driving in fishnet stockings and suede high heels- pumping the accelerator to start!
I don't normally do requests but a regular follower of mine asked to see this dress with the skirt spread out.
So here it is, best thing about this dress! actually two things. Firstly I saw this about a month ago in H&M for a fair penny and decided it wasn't worth the asking price at that time. well as luck would have it I found it in the sales for a tenner so this time I couldn't resist. next problem was what size to go for? normally I would for a UK16 but this time I looked at the 14 I wasn't sure and kept going back to what I know the size 16 but then I changed my mind and picked up the size 14. Had to be worth the gamble and how right I was it fits perfectly :-)
I've been having a clear out over the past few days to free up some space and have had to get rid of a number of size 18 and 16 dresses and a few size 14 skirts. don't panic they all went to a good home. don't think I get any smaller though
He asked me to come in for some private dictation and what does he do, he gives me some paper and a pen!!!
As requested by my flickr friend CooperSky, here is Pink Lemonade wearing Lounge Siren Poppy outfit ...
I have to say that she looks gorgeous and I don't know why but here, she makes me think of our movie star Isabelle Adjani ...
Today's request was for a corkscrew. I didn't seem to have one on my multi-tool, but I did have one on this Waiter's Friend. It also has a little serrated knife for cutting the foil top to the bottle.
Palomino Blackwing soft pencil
Pigma Micron 03 and 05 pens
Faber Castell Brush pen
Posca white brush
Seawhite sketch book
Creator: William Hope (1863 - 1933)
Date: c. 1920
Collection: National Media Museum Collection
Inventory no: 2002-5054/14
Blog: G is for ghosts... the birth and rise of spirit photography
The face of a young woman appears over the woman on the right of the photograph. The reverse of the photograph reads: 'Why is the child always pushing to the front?' and 'Do we get messages from the higher spirits?' - perhaps questions the women wanted answering. One of the sitters, at Hope's request, has signed the plate for authentication.
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The classification of this bird has been much in flux, being put into several bird families. The American Ornithologists' Union now places it in with the "Old World Babblers", giving it the distinction of being the only known babbler in the New World.
Morro Bay State Park, San Luis Obispo County, California, USA.
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Impressionen der zweiten Woche in unserem Sommer-FerienCamp 2016
Ferienlager-Angebot auf dem Erlebnisbauernhof: In den Sommerferien 2016 veranstaltete die DAO KungFu Kindergruppe das traditionelle Sommer-FerienCamp für abenteuerlustige Jungen und Mädchen bereits zum siebten Mal in Folge. In der zweiten und dritten Sommerferien-Woche ging es wieder auf den Ferlhof, einen idyllischen Kunst- und Erlebnis-Bauernhof nördlich von München. Dort verbrachten wir mit den Kindern eine spannende Zeit, umgeben von viel Natur und den Tieren des Bauernhofs. Auf der Web-Site www.camp.daokungfu.de findet Ihr alles Wissenswerte rund um unsere Ferienfahrt.
Mit diesem Fotostream möchten wir den Teilnehmern, deren Eltern und Freunden sowie allen Interessierten einen Einblick in unsere Aktivitäten geben.
Einige der Fotos wurden von den Kindern selbst gemacht.
Wir bitten nachdrücklich darum, das geltende Urheberrecht zu beachten und die Fotos nur für private Zwecke zu verwenden.
Viel Spaß beim Stöbern!
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This bumble bee was enjoying the butterfly milkweed in the small butterfly garden on a walk trail. But it wasn't so happy with me taking its photo. :) Couldn't get very close before it took off. Hard for me to get down low enough for these very short plants. I requested they plant some 5-foot-high ones. :)