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Fantastic day! A seemingly endless stream of bikes that went on for hours. The sound of the bikes was so strong you could feel it in your bones. One of the coolest sounds on earth. There are actually 2 separate Rolling Thunder organizations : Rolling Thunder® Motorcycle Rally, Washington DC, Inc. and Rolling Thunder®, Inc, National
...but this is just plain trippy. This grape appears to be half Pinot noir and half Pinot blanc. I'm no geneticist, but shouldn't this be impossible? Jeremy said he's never seen this before.
Synopsis
Saya Otonashi is a seemingly ordinary girl living a mundane life with her adoptive family in Okinawa City. In fact, her only peculiarities are suffering from anemia and being unable to remember any of her life beyond the previous year.
However, Saya's forgotten past quickly comes back to haunt her—one night, she is attacked at school by a creature that feeds on human blood. Just when all hope seems lost, a mysterious man named Haji appears and fends off the creature temporarily. But when her rescuer forces her to drink his blood, Saya suddenly enters a trance and slays the monster with ease, using her own blood as a catalyst.
Saya then learns of an organization named Red Shield, founded for the sole purpose of defeating the hellish beasts. Now Saya and Haji must work together with Red Shield to fight these fearsome monsters and unlock the secrets to the girl's past
How do download the anime series? animesub.in/blood-blood-plus/
Seemingly everywhere in Portugal, the sidewalks are made of these roughly square stones. It is hard to imagine the scale of the work that would have been required - even before the pavement itself was set.
White is the colour of mourning in some cultures, and the pictures I have of Lisbon are tinged with the loss, through failure of a memory card, of the many photos I took in the small city of Leiria.
Seemingly in the middle of nowhere, a cement mold, depicting Jesus' trek to the place where he was crucified. I happened to notice it as I was driving past.
Seemingly going like the clappers, the ro-ro passenger ferry Earl Thorfinn heads out of Orkney with a sailing to Rapness.
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This seemingly large building actually only contains 3 rooms - that we could get into anyway.
Update - for the 'amazing accommodation' group: available to rent via English Heritage www.english-heritage.org.uk/book-and-buy/holiday-cottages...
I recommend 100% - probably the oldest building I've ever slept in, and refurbished to really high standards
A magazine article, seemingly written by my dad about...my dad (and art and mental health issues).
Not sure if it was for The Oldie or if it was for a local interest magazine round Bromley way or what...
Ged did lots of stuff with Art Works In Mental Health...this relates to that, or maybe it was promoting one of his own gallery shows...
Anyways, if you knew him you might like to read this...for various reasons he's been in my head quite a bit recently and I'd been meaning to get round to sharing this...
Here it is.
Peace x
Seemingly unrelated, the sextant, earthquakes, and port gave rise to what we now know as Portugal. In short, the invention of the sextant jump started the “age of discovery” and Portugal’s conquest of Brasil, Spain, Madagascar, Macau and others. Barrels of wine enticed sailors to endure the stench of life abroad. To keep the wine from fermenting into vinegar, brandy and cherries were added and thereby unwittingly creating port. England’s thirst literally fortified Portugal’s economy in the 18th century.
From the 2000 flamingos that winter in the Rio Formosa to the Moorish, Romans and Celtic, Portugal has a history of migrations.
This history is what shapes Portugal’s architecture, language and cuisine abound. For example, centuries of Roman influence account for the number of words that begin with “Al”, the word Arabic sounds like “a rabbit”.
In the Algarve Moorish mosques became Catholic monasteries and are now train depots, police stations, and other public facilities. Castles of various dictators are tourists attractions.
Despite their seemingly diminuitive size, the leaves of broad-leaved twayblade really are quite large, relatively speaking. Some references claim that the common name of Listera convallariodes is actually broad-lipped twayblade, not broad-leaved twayblade. I haven't seen all of the twayblades, but I am struck more by the broadness of the leaves than I am the broadness of the lip. That's the beauty (and bane) of common names -- if a name is commonly used then it becomes a valid "common" name, sometimes adding to the confusion.
Seemingly joined at the branch, two rustic red apples amongst a range of fruit trees in the Walled Garden in Holkham Hall in Norfolk
In the spring of 1865, a seemingly unremarkable dishcloth played a crucial role in ending the Civil War as the South’s flag of surrender at Appomattox. In Monumental Cloth, The Flag We Should Know, textile and social practice artist Sonya Clark debuts six new works across two floors at The Fabric Workshop and Museum. Focusing specifically on this Confederate Flag of Truce, the exhibition explores the legacy of symbols and challenges the power of propaganda, erasures, and omissions. By making the Truce Flag – a cloth that brokered peace and represented the promise of reconciliation – into a monumental alternative to the infamous Confederate Battle Flag and its pervasive divisiveness, Clark instigates a role reversal and aims to correct a historical imbalance. The Fabric Workshop and Museum is housed in a former flag factory, a particularly fitting place to ask questions about the symbolic power cloth can hold in the consciousness of our nation. Monumental Cloth, The Flag We Should Know is a timely catalyst for dialogue about the scars of the Confederacy and America’s ability to acknowledge and reckon with racial injustice.
fabricworkshopandmuseum.org/exhibition/sonya-clark-monume...
americanart.si.edu/blog/sonya-clark-art
"This Present Moment: Crafting a Better World showcases the dynamic landscape of American craft today. The exhibition highlights the role that artists play in our world to spark essential conversations, stories of resilience, and methods of activism—showing us a more relational and empathetic world. It centers more expansive definitions and acknowledgments of often-overlooked histories and contributions of women, people of color, and other marginalized communities."
Seemingly suspended in mid-air, this gangly-legged Crane Fly has lit on an almost invisible spiderweb.
Seemingly long forgotten GUV 93723 keeping ex-Sandite coach ADB977618 company in 'The Cambridge Sidings' close to Bletchley TMD.
On a seemingly beautiful day in Northern West Virginia, a big tree fell across Route 857 in Monogalia County, near Cheat Lake.
When I pulled up, there was already a half mile of traffic or so, and we didn't know any easy alternate route so my friend and I left my mom to watch the car, and jumped out to see if there was anything interesting to see.
Apparently the big tree just sort of randomly fell down, and the white car came around the bend a bit fast and wasn't able to stop in time. No one was hurt, but the car had some fairly serious damage (not shown) and the road was blocked for about 30-45 minutes.
Finally, just as the road was being cleared, two state troopers came barreling up the hill. The one, noticing my friend and I taking pictures, asked "what are you boys doing, a school project or something?"
184MB...seemingly miraculously, one of the most spectacular sunsets that I've ever had the privelege of observing , slowly enveloped and impregnated the lone cloud with dazzling reds and pinks and as I snapped dozens of images..almost foaming at the mouth in my excited frenzy..it slowly tore the lone cloud to bits as I and the darkened waters of Kamloops Lake far below.. looked on and on in absolute awe.!! Amen!!
Seemingly, the Safari vehicles come through often enough that most of the animals pay little attention to them, still, she could have bitten my face off if she'd wanted to.
Seemingly chunky birds like this have amazingly supple spines as demonstrated by the contortions demonstrated by this male.
IMG_0514e; Pyrrhuloxia
With seemingly every new turn in Rwanda and Burundi you are greeted with yet another fabulous vista. These two small countries contain some of the most spectacular, and lush, scenery I have ever seen. Lake Ruhondo is dotted with little islands terraced from top to toe with tiny plots of farmland.
Seemingly random shot from SLCC 2006's auditorium...
... until you look who is at the bottom. Mitch Kapor, founding sponsor and advisor of Linden Lab and Second Life, as well as Cory Ondrejka and Philip Rosedale, two of the top jefes at Linden Lab.
Notice how they're not in some super exclusive VIP section or backstage. They believe in their product, they believe in their company, they believe in the people that use it, and they sit with them as part of the community. Now that's just downright cool to see.
Poor Bogart. Even when he lies down to get some loving, some descends on him. . . this time able to tackle his legs and feet, not just his tail. . .
And somehow Curiosity doesn't get why Bogart isn't thrilled to share his mat with him after the play is done. Nothing aggressive at all on Bogart's part, but he does curl up into a little ball with his legs and tail tucked. . . makes sense to me!
[SOOC, f/1.4, ISO 1600, shutter speed 1/250, +5/3 EV]
This one, though seemingly ST spec, is actually an import, arriving in 2001. The car is reasonably local to me, I have spotted it many a time without being able to chase. I saw the next Blue Paseo as I got to a roundabout, I have previously spoken to the owners of that one, and decided to spin round to have a natter with them. I lost them, but as I joined another road this one went past. So long story short I spoke to the lovely couple who own it. They have had it 8 years, and bought it for £600 back in 2004. It has 143k on the clock and still going strong as a daily driver.
On a seemingly beautiful day in Northern West Virginia, a big tree fell across Route 857 in Monogalia County, near Cheat Lake.
When I pulled up, there was already a half mile of traffic or so, and we didn't know any easy alternate route so my friend and I left my mom to watch the car, and jumped out to see if there was anything interesting to see.
Apparently the big tree just sort of randomly fell down, and the white car came around the bend a bit fast and wasn't able to stop in time. No one was hurt, but the car had some fairly serious damage (not shown) and the road was blocked for about 30-45 minutes.
Finally, just as the road was being cleared, two state troopers came barreling up the hill. The one, noticing my friend and I taking pictures, asked "what are you boys doing, a school project or something?"
the eucalytus-lined road between Nakodar and Jandiala. Notice the seemingly precarious passenger situation on the scooter.
Page 50
When Robert Cremean walked through the seemingly
endless corridors of the Vatican Museum in Rome, he was
struck not only by the vastness of the place but by the
number of sculptures it contains, many of which are
neutered by a fig leaf. To him, the sculptures in the museum
represented an enormous collection of mixed metaphors and
only a rare few met his definition of “transparency.” On the
fourth page of his Preparatory Study for VATICAN
CORRIDOR, A Non-Specific Autobiography he wrote:
The enclosure of one metaphor by another—one culture by
another—one time segment by another. “Paganism” is preserved
through forfeit of genitalia—neutered by a fig leaf. Miles of
historical artifacts enclosed within an historical artifact. And yet
there are a few presences that are not dead—not neutered. A few
glimpses— Man existing without metaphor. A few Transparencies.
Are these not worth the endless walk?
Within the concept “One man=all men,” VATICAN
CORRIDOR, A Non-Specific Autobiography was conceived as
an actual and metaphorical record of the journey through
the life of the artist and, by extension, a projection of the
possibilities we all share and may attain. Within both of the
facing walls are ten carved life-sized figures symbolically
conjoined by arches to form a “corridor of the self. ” As Robert
Cremean wrote:
Each arch represents three years and the Corridor of Self-Analysis
begins with my seventeenth year.
It was within the time span of the First Arch he declared
himself a sculptor.
Prior to acquiring the materials necessary for the actualizing
of the sculpture in wood, he spent two months creating
the detailed preparatory study for the entire work, a process
he had followed on only two prior occasions, one for
DONOR WITH CRUCIFIXION and the other, although more
suggestive than detailed, for HOMAGE TO PAUL APOSTLE.
From the first three pages of searching to the final pages of
resolution, the artist’s graphic description of the threedimensional
work provides us with the opportunity to read
the artist’s philosophical concepts for that specific work of
art and to understand how these concepts are interpreted
symbolically through the human figure. Since this is an
actual and a metaphorical autobiography, the Preparatory
Study for VATICAN CORRIDOR, A Non-Specific Autobiography
literarily addresses both.
Because each of the ten arches in the Preparatory Study
and in the completed sculpture spans a period of three years
in the artist’s life, the Tenth Arch was a projection five years
into the future and was at last updated twenty-two years
later in the writing in 1995, and with the publication by
Manuscript Press in 1996, of THE TENTH ARCH, the sculptural
Tenth Arch realized in the form of a book.
As the name implies, the sculpture is in the form of an
actual corridor. It measures eight feet tall, forty feet in length,
and with a width of ten feet. The facing walls of the corridor
are each formed by ten carved blocks of laminated sugar pine
planks for an overall measurement each of 8' x 24½" x 16".
The first figure of the Outer Wall, the “who,”is nearly fully
revealed in the round. But by the Tenth Arch, it has been transposed
into a negative, much like a waste-mold, only the egg
shape of the final transposition still in place. Block by block
and transposition after transposition, the three-dimensional
figure is displaced by a concavity as the wall that contained it
grows thicker and thicker. The reverse is true in each of the
corresponding figures and blocks of the Inner Wall. Each part
of the human figure is symbolic of a particular sense and/or
concept and with its transference the figure of the Inner Wall,
the “what,” becomes more complete.
Shown here is the final page of the manuscript which
lists the actual parts of the Anatomy of Transposition. It is
followed by the first four pages which serve both as an
explanation of the Preparatory Study and of the concept of
the entire sculpture. Each page of the original manuscript
measures 17" x 14".
Seemingly endless streams of street vendors selling knock-off designer handbags, religious artifacts, perfumes, and much more. There were literally thousands of vendors on streets throughout the city. I ended up purchasing a miniature tripod for my camera from a nice vendor setup near the Coliseum.
On a seemingly beautiful day in Northern West Virginia, a big tree fell across Route 857 in Monogalia County, near Cheat Lake.
When I pulled up, there was already a half mile of traffic or so, and we didn't know any easy alternate route so my friend and I left my mom to watch the car, and jumped out to see if there was anything interesting to see.
Apparently the big tree just sort of randomly fell down, and the white car came around the bend a bit fast and wasn't able to stop in time. No one was hurt, but the car had some fairly serious damage (not shown) and the road was blocked for about 30-45 minutes.
Finally, just as the road was being cleared, two state troopers came barreling up the hill. The one, noticing my friend and I taking pictures, asked "what are you boys doing, a school project or something?"
Seemingly undettered, Abigail settles deep into another book while being climbed over again and again by Eliyah.
Time is seemingly passing by faster, and the fact that we are in the middle of May is unsettling. It seems like basketball season was just starting, and already Spring ball is starting up with football season a few months away. Regardless, I am excited to be shooting football practices as it signifies the beginning of camps, and later on the football season, which is one of my favorite sports to photograph. As a photographer, it is also interesting to watch the players develop from Spring practices to the end of the season. The camaraderie among football players (and athletes in general) is commendable.