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Taking 60 of my best lightning strike images, I took the following instant in time image (www.flickr.com/photos/79387036@N07/28788548731/in/datepos...) and applied Photoshop's layer stacking (light) to create this rather interesting image.
The trick in stacking lightning images is to take only a select few that do not interfer with adjacent details and contrast. This image combines about 60 images (22 minutes lapsed time) but the most important one is the brightest since that serves as the base for the other images.
If you look at the star trails, you can see images I didn't use in the sequence as gaps.
Anyway, this is a fun artistic approach to photography that you should try.
Sitting in front of one of the antique shops in Comfort, Texas.
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Homenaje a los libreros y a las librerías que aún cuidan los sentimientos entre los libros y los lectores. Y también a esas novelas que dejan huellas en nuestro interior.
Justo después de la guerra, el padre de Daniel le lleva al clandestino “Cementerio de los Libros Olvidados”, una gran biblioteca de títulos antiguos y olvidados, cuidadosamente conservados por unos pocos iniciados. Según la tradición, aquel que accede a este lugar secreto tiene permiso para tomar un libro que debe proteger de por vida. Daniel selecciona un libro llamado “La sombra del viento” de Julián Carax....
Tribute to booksellers and libraries still surviving caring feelings between books and readers. And also to those novels that have left their mark on the inside.
Just after the war, Daniel's father takes him to the secret "Cemetery of Forgotten Books", a huge library of old, forgotten titles lovingly preserved by a select few initiates. According to tradition, everyone initiated to this secret place is allowed to take one book from it and must protect it for life. Daniel selects a book called "The Shadow of the Wind" by Julián Carax....
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After bumming around and catching the Belt Railway of Chicago's 1500TR crew last week at Pullman, I attempted tracking them down again, starting from Clearing Yard (BRC's base of everything they run). However, a text told me that I had to cut my still-30 minute drive short and shoot directly north to the Pullman/Burnside area to shoot it - the train had departed early. So, we're back at Pullman Junction once again, with a very different take on the area. The weather was substanially more moody - ideal for a railroad like the BRC, and even moreso for dark blue, leased SD40s.
Location-wise, Pullman is an interesting place - besides crossing the branch I pictured last time, the BRC main (obviously) and Norfolk Southern;s former Nickel Plate line run next to each other. Evidence to this is the stack train to the far left - NS 229, who've just started their journey from Landers Yard (further west into Chicago) for Jacksonville, Florida. I would have MUCH preferred nothing in view - oh well, more to fill my already overfilled description.
All of a sudden everyone cares about this guy again, and are flocking to shoot it. Thankfully, notoriously sketchy areas (basically everywhere east of Western Avenue) scare most off - so South Chicago grit is still plentiful for the -very- select few of us!
I was tagged by Beth (LifeLooksLikeASentence) to share 10 random facts about myself, soo here they are!
1. The place in the world I would most like to visit is Iceland
2. My favourite TV show at the moment is probably Grandma's House, a BBC2 sitcom starring Simon Amstell (as himself). Me and my friend are going to see his stand-up show when he tours Australia in April - I can't wait!
3. I detest any form of discrimination, especially sexism and homophobia, which sadly seems to be the most prevalent in today's society.
4. I am terminally sarcastic
5. I don't drink or smoke
6. I love music! My favourite bands would probably be Joy Division, Radiohead, Arcade Fire, The xx, Crystal Castles... just to name a very select few!
7. I will be eligible to vote in the next federal election. I will probably vote for Julia Gillard, purely because she is not Tony Abbott, who is the racist, sexist and homophobic leader of the opposition (www.youtube.com/watch?v=pJTX0iWYX9A).
8. I spend more time thinking about doing my homework than actually working on it.
9. I quit my first part-time job after my first three-hour shift. And people say I have trouble with commitment? (although in my defence, my boss proved himself to be a racist sociopath :/)
10. I am currently going through a childhood nostalgia phase, which means revisiting every aspect of the early-00's - I know, I'm tragic.
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Back to nature...
I am very happy with how this shot turned out and it was just one of those spur of the moment impulse shots as we walked the dog at the park today...
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Appeared as the sun was setting.
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According to Urban Dictionary:
1. Fez Monkey
The highest level of being, the highest point of evolution. Only a select few ever make it to this.
The Fez Monkey is infinitely more advanced than the normal homo sapien.
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Edit: This is featured on the front page of Utata with some awesome text by It'sGreg. Yay!
The Vegetarian Festival is on again; here another image from a previous occasion.
Every year in the 9th lunar month the descendants of Chinese immigrants throughout SE Asia celebrate the festival in honour of the 9 emperor gods. Over a period of 10-20 days the participants purify body and mind through strict diet and abstinence from impure or intoxicating acts and sex, as well as feats of endurance and suffering.
Select few operate as mediums called ม้าทรง (lit. 'horse officially enrolled for duty'). Through rituals including piercing and self-mutilation they demonstrate their commitment, and heightened strength whilst acting on behalf of the gods. Occasionally the piercings are extreme. Some do this as much for show, as others perceive it as a duty and merit for both themselves and their community.
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This weeks Smile on Sunday 26-03-17 theme is 'Animal Paws'. I don't see many animals apart from my cat, so took way too many photos of Henry Sugars paws during the last few days. I even visited a work friend to take some photos of another animals paws. Unfortunately those photos didn't turn out. But I did fall in love with her cat :-}
And with so many photos to choose from ... I narrowed it down but couldn't actually decide which ONE to put up. So I've gone with a collage of a select few ;-p
Happy Smiley Sunday everyone!
[Taken with my Canon PowerShot SX700 HS and Canon EOS 600D cameras]
The most beautiful mountains in the world, according to mountaineer Reinhold Messner. While I have yet to see as many mountain ranges as him, I can take his word for it. No view in the Dolomites is ever ordinary, every step you take among those elegantly crafted rock formations reminds you that you are experiencing a true gem of nature.
Now, in the off season, there's barely anyone there (100% my preferred way to travel, always moving acyclical). And there's something so special about having nature's beauty all to yourself. Can you truly connect to a place while thousands of others are trying to do the same? While the next tourist bus already waits in line?
Maybe it is a selfish wish but I at least want to enjoy the sweet illusion that, for a moment in time, I'm one of the selected few to lay my eyes on this magic. One of the many ironies of human existence 🌈
A local patch that a select few know about.
Nice to see it in full colours again this year.
Dartmoor National Park, Devon.
As requested by Wyvern to do some Dark Bley and Black over molds. I knew this would be a great color combo! Thanks again for the request! The first three are overmolded with 3/32nd aluminum tubing. These wont be available anytime soon. Most likely Brick Cascade ill have a select few.
Easton on the Hill Northamptonshire.
Population 2011 census 1015
A very old village mentioned in the Doomsday book of 1086.
A number of villages were lost through time owing to the Black Death and to the introduction of sheep farming for the main source of revenue to land owners. Old Villages became less populated as people moved to towns to look for work. Some villages became empty and became ruins and to eventually disappear from time completely.
I am pleased to say that this one survived and is still thriving all these years later for a select few that can afford the price.
An Alton & Southern transfer from Gateway Yard to Union Pacific's 23rd Street Yard comes off the MacArthur Bridge at Gratiot in Saint Louis. This is one of a very select few UP SD60Ms active, with most of them stored in recent years. Less than a month after this, the unit has left Alton & Southern property.
Oh, it's 2010 again, but in reality it's June 5, 2021 with CSX C709 easing by the North End of Fairburn, Georgia with one of select few CW40-9s left in service.
Boy naming my builds is not my strong suit. Pretty pleased with this little feller. Not bad considering its my first Tachikoma. Big shout out to the select few who gave much appreciated critiques and praise before it was ready to be unleashed on the population.
Camera: Canon Rebel XSI
Lens: ef-s 18-55mm
Shot with natural light.
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This is the face of Infiernillo, the most poverty stricken district in Mazatlan Mexico. Infiernillo is a large squatters camp where houses are no more than wooden frames wrapped in tar soaked card board and scrap plastic. There is no plumbing and only a select few are lucky enough to have a light bulb to light their huts at night. Infiernillo means "Little Hell", an appropriate name for the place, as much of what you find there is of the most unpleasant and repulsive nature. This place is infested with every plague imaginable, fleas, ticks, lice, mice, rats and mosquitos. Even some diseases that supposedly have long been irradiated still exists in this place.
The one light that shines ever so brightly in the place of darkness is the children. Even in the poorest conditions the children of Infiernillo represent a hope for their families. Poverty means little to a young child. Even in poor conditions children find happiness and joy in the company of of other joyful souls engaged in the wonders of childhood.
Even as a beacon of hope that shines ever so brightly, the children dangle by the most delicate thread that at any moment could break sending them plundering into the darkness. Life is delicate, and this is no more true than for the children of Infiernillo. The squatters camp is situated literally on the edge of a highway, which is like a death trap for any young child. Many of the children of Infiernillo never make it past the age of 8, on the account of this concert monster that never sleeps. Even more horrifying to some children than the risk of geting run over is the even of watching their fiend or sibling fall prey to the lifeless road.
Even through all this, the children of Infiernillo shine as a light in a place of darkness, and hope that one day they can be free.
This is Bartito. In this photo he is three years old. Bartito was raised by his eight year old brother until the age of two and a half, when his brother drowned. At this time he was essentially left to care for himself at the age of three and a half, as both his parents are drug addicts and his father is an alcoholic. Bartito could commonly be seen on the street, filthy and half clothed, fending for himself. Every time we would visit the squatters camp, all the children would come running and creaming to greet us, but none more than Bartito. Bartito craved attention and even the smalest signs of love set his face off in a huge smile. any love and attention you could spare, he would soak up like a dry sponge.
At the age of five, Bartito was run over while riding his bicycle on the street. Though not killed, he suffered injuries that will last his whole life, adding part of him to the toll this place has taken on the children.
I know Bartito will always remember me, and i will always remember him for the smiling wild child he was.
On the vast majority of operating days, the Greenfield Village Railroad only runs a single shuttle train around the property, but during a select few special events, when passenger traffic is high, they'll add a second section. The annual "Old Car Festival" is a great example of such an event. When this happens, the crews often take advantage of the opportunity to have a little fun, in the form of a drag race on the parallel tracks behind the roundhouse. In this view, the regular train, headed by Detroit & Lima Northern #7, has just left Smiths Creek Depot, and is passing the second section, which is on the far track. Although they made a valiant try at a "hard start", the crew on the #1 "Edison" just couldn't get their train up to speed quickly enough and lost this round pretty badly. On the following day, they made a much better effort.
The essence of this tiny railway town comes to full bloom in a select few places; the diesel shed at Jamalpur is one of those.
Comparatively a new addition, this shed was established in 1991 and homes sixty-odd locomotives and multiple units. It sits right beside the Rajmahal range and offers a picturesque view of the low-lying hills.
In-house WDM3A #18992 returns to the shed for a trip schedule while a DEMU rake stands in the background.
May 7, 2016 was a cool and cloudy morning in Virginia's Blue Ridge Mountains, which led to the best mainline photo I ever took of 611. A select few of us hiked into CP Blue Ridge, and got a spectacular show as the crew worked the heavy train up the mountain with expertise. This shot is mostly as it would have been in May 1950 when the 611 was released from the shops in Roanoke. N&W CPL's, mainline steam, and towering mountains made for a show I will never forget.
out of all the random people you meet,...
a select few you connect with,... truly connect with. And you become the best of friends or more.
kindred spirits,... it's called,... to explain away the gaping differences in who you and they are.
on paper, on the face of it,.... we shouldnt have anything in common.
but when you listen to their stories, no matter who they are, where they come from, what they did or do now,...
you become a part of each other's tangled mess,...
and somewhere in there,.. that's where you find what you're looking for.
Tower of London as it is called is the Royal Palace of Her Majesty and a castle with great history situated at the north bank of River Thames in London. William the Conqueror built the castle in the year 1078 and it symbolizes oppression by the selected few in power on the people living in London. The castle has undergone several changes most especially during the reign of king Richard the Lionheart and also King Henry III. The general design as at the late 13th century has remained intact irrespective of the various changes that occurred later on the site. In general, the Tower is made up of several buildings sited within two concentric rings of defensive walls.
Tower of London is an important part when talking about the English history. Its control is of significant value in controlling the country in general and to say the least, it has been conquered many times. It has been used for many purposes including armoury, treasury, Royal Mint etc. since the 14th century up till the time of King Charles II, the monarch has always been in charge of the castle but in his absence, the Constable of the Tower takes charge. During the time of the Tudors, the castle was just occasionally used as Royal residence. The greatest period in castle’s history of been used as a penitentiary was during the 16th and 17th century. During that time, many notable individuals were held prisoners in it including Sir Walter Raleigh, Elizabeth I before she was crowned queen and Elizabeth Throckmorton. This particular function of the Tower gave rise to the popular phrase “sent to the Tower”.
Tower of London has become one of the popular site for tourist attraction in the country.
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Alexander Dennis presents the brand new 100-seat Enviro400XLB three-axle double decker, developed in close collaboration with Lothian Buses and chassis manufacturer Volvo. 42 of these high-capacity buses will enter service in Edinburgh from January onwards. They are manufactured in Falkirk, securing jobs and adding value to the Scottish economy directly and via the extensive local supply chain.
With Lothian’s services in the Scottish capital seeing consistent patronage growth, the operator collaborated with Alexander Dennis to develop the 13.4m Enviro400XLB. Offering 100 seats and able to carry up to 131 passengers in total, it delivers unrivalled capacity for busy routes in the capital, while its front and middle doors will speed-up dwell times at bus stops. It has been built to even higher standards than bus users in Edinburgh are familiar with, with comfortable high-backed seating, WiFi, USB charging, mood lighting and audio-visual stop announcements.
Alexander Dennis’s Enviro400XLB is the first bus for the United Kingdom to be mounted on Volvo’s recently launched three-axle B8L chassis, powered by the efficient 350hp Euro 6 D8K engine.
On Friday 09th November 2018, a select few from Lothian Buses and enthusiasts were specially invited by MD Richard Hall to pay a visit to the Alexander Dennis factory in Falkirk.
Following on from the posting of an eth duff leaving a cloud of clag at Reading on the same day, 50027 is leaving Paddington under a clag cloud as well. The diesel electric types weren't exactly renowned for this but they could do it on occasion. For the Class 50, this one was doing its best.
When it came to audible effort, possibly the hydraulic types were the most notable. However the Class 40's were not behind the door in making a racket, along with the Deltics. Smaller diesel electrics were quite capable of it too but the ones in the higher power range already mentioned all came from English Electric power plants.
As such the Hoovers were a surprise because they set teeth on edge with a penetrating whining noise on tick-over. When sent for overhaul years later this was eliminated probably much to the relief of anyone in the confines of a station.
Whatever the merits or otherwise of the various loco types, there was certainly a loyal following that emerged for most types. Usually this was for a threatened type or a minority one but, as always, there were exceptions. Class 40's were quite plentiful at one time but they had a staunch following.
Which left the Class 47's out in the cold really. Being so numerous was a disadvantage and the real appeal seemed to be those with names like Odin, along with the non boilered ones turning up on passenger working. For the spotting fraternity it was possibly getting one intruding on a working well away from the usual haunts. They were certainly well spread out across the country, but when it came to depot allocations - now referred to as TMD''s - the Southern Region may have had duffs passing over their track but non was allocated to any of the SR depots.
There was possibly no real need as the capable Class 33's could handle anything on the region, even if it needed working in pairs.
On the other hand, there was no chance of a 47 straying into a too narrow tunnel and getting stuck.
When a select few were chosen to take on the push pull services in Scotland and converted to be able to work the services, some wag suggested they should all be allocated to Dufftown. Needless to say, now that there is a dearth of regular loco hauled services, even the 47's can attract the bashers.
In the run up to Christmas Manchester Division acquired two for top and tail shopper specials on the line out of Manchester to varied destinations, and return, such as Buckshaw Parkway.
Ever heard of it? I hadn't either and it serves a huge housing estate in Lancashire which I didn't know existed. They will build them anywhere, and unsurprisingly it is called Buckshaw. Also unsurprisingly, if you go there by car either take a sat nav to ensure getting out or take provisions so you don't expire - plenty of fuel may be helpful too.
As for the shoppers train services, there was no room on them for shoppers as they were over run by bashers!
How to justify the extra services. Maybe they should try other motive power and see if it generates even more custom. I am sure they could borrow some locos from a Heritage Railway.
Name's gonna need some work, but the build itself is fine. So I've actually had a TIE fighter knocking around for a while now, it's just been a pain to render decently cos...well TIE fighters don't look all too good in renders, way too tall, hard to see everything clearly. The cockpit itself is nicked from....Inthert. Took a while to reverse engineer it, but I did it, but regardless, all credit for the cockpit goes to him.
So, from this TIE, I had a cockpit, which was also knocking around, until this afternoon I had a wave of inspiration, and before I knew it, I had a Tie Pursuer. I'd say this was a special forces type TIE, maybe only a select few pilots get to fly it, it's very odd looking, so it'd be incredibly rare.
Now onto the bit I'm not so sure about. Can it still be called a TIE fighter if the engines are on the wings? Yeah, the bulky bits on the wings are the engines themselves, just to add a bit of variety to it. So, what does it have feature-wise?
- Quad cannons at the front
- Missiles located between the panels
- Hyperdrive
- Room for 1 pilot
And that's about it really. At some point I'll upload a picture of the rear, where you can see a bit more of the engines, and the back of the main body. As always, please lemme know what you think, and if you'd like to see more TIE variants from me in the future :D
Buongiorno 🌞 A tutti è dovuto il mattino, ad alcuni la notte. A solo pochi eletti la luce dell’aurora.
(Emily Dickinson) To all it is due the morning, to some the night. Only a select few are the light of the dawn.
(Emily Dickinson)
Ocotillo Wells, CA - It was that time of year again when a select few gather in the middle of the desert and cause chaos and mischief.
my last exposure of 600 film came out blank.
stacy is very unhappy.
32 days 'til my 18th birthday and 92 days 'til my scotland/england trip!
:)
#322: i don't trust many people, but i tell everything to do the select few i do trust.
Not related to my other techno-fantasy, but rather in the vein of a wargame, this figbarf started as an attempt to use the massive BW armour piece in various contexts. Oh, and the RPG is so tiny (as well-designed as it is) by Lego standards that it worked as an elaborate lightsaber hilt!
Top, then L to R:
1. Assassin. Deadly, silent and expertly camouflaged under the blue-tinged moon orbiting a certain planet.
2. Summoner and the spawn. When the portal opens, nobody knows who or what will emerge thenceforth, though a select few endeavour to tame the forces of chaos.
3. Desert ranger. Unspeakable beasts roam the desert wastelands, and suitable equipment is of paramount importance to every mission.
4. Army general. One way or another, soldiers are led to their deaths, and a leader who embodies the idea becomes both despised and revered.
Roll your dice, ladies and gents!
Prague
Deus Ex: Mankind Divided
Since 2015, the richest 1% owns more than the rest of humanity. Eight mega-billionaires are as wealthy as humanity’s 3.6 poorest.
“Over the next 20 years, 500 people will hand over $2.1 trillion to their heirs - a sum larger than the GDP of India, a country of 1.3 billion people.”
From 1988 - 2011, the incomes of humanity’s poorest 10% increased by less than $3 a year - less than nothing when adjusted for inflation.
Over the same period, the incomes of humanity’s richest 1% increased 182 times as much.
“A FTSE-100 CEO earns as much in a year as 10,000 people in working in garment factories in Bangladesh. A Dow CEO likely earns as much as 20,000 or 30,000 impoverished third-world workers.
Over the last 30 years, income growth of the world’s bottom 50% was zero. The top 1% tripled their income over the same period.
“In Vietnam, the country’s richest man earns more in a day than the poorest earns in 10 years.”
Super-wealth in the hands of a select few used to make obscene greater amounts is incompatible with peace, equity and justice - what so-called Western civilization abhors, exploiting the many by every means imaginable for greater riches, war-profiteering a favorite way.
Mass slaughter and destruction enriches them, unspeakable human misery considered a small price to pay.
Here’s the Oxfam infamous 8:
Bill Gates: Net worth $75 billion
Amancio Ortega: NW $67 billion
Warren Buffet: NW $60.8 billion
Carlos Slim: NW $50 billion
Jeff Bezos: NW $45.2 billion
Mark Zuckerberg: NW $44.6 billion
Larry Ellison: NW $43.6 billion
Michael Bloomberg: NW $40 billion
Beyond the infamous 8, the two Koch brothers have a net worth of nearly $80 billion. The world’s billionaire class in total has a staggering net worth of $6.5 trillion.
I realised the other day that I could only think of a few people who actually know me. Like I know heaps of people, but I only really reveal my true personality to a select few. So in a way, I feel like I have two sides. There's the shy person who almost everyone thinks I am and then there's the outgoing, funloving, talkative person that my family and close friends know, and I think I'm ok with that. Now that i'm in my second last year of high school I'm beginning to accept that i'm not comfortable being loud and chatty in public and that the people who stick by me and accept that I have a reserved personality are the people worth being friends with.
So yeah, I know this is bad but that's just what it means :)
And the dress in the t.v. is the dress I wore to my formal [or 'prom' for you American kiddies :P]
So- the point of these pictures was that i was observing people. i decided to wear a cow mask on the train, and photographed people's reactions towards it. i guess you could say it was my own little social experiment - and the results were unexpected. i had oversimplified new yorkers and had believed that from living in new york all my life i would be able to predict their reactions- but i was wrong. i hypothesized that in the hysteria of the hustle and bustle of the subway- my silly cow mask would go unnoticed. but to my surprise, i saw a wide array of reactions and realized that new yorkers can't all be categorized into one stereotype- because there is such a huge disparity from person to person, and that the manifestation of the typical new yorker only exists in a selected few of the population-those handful of people that ignored my silly mask. the rest of the people laughed, were intrigued, striked conversation, rolled their eyes, were confused, and more. so here is my documentation of the people.
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Well this was a lovely find to say the least, I actually ran down the road to catch it stopped at the traffic lights just in time. Wearing perhaps the most suitable plate for a Monza, this is my first spotted in this country outside a show. I always find it interesting how a select few Opels were sold in the UK without the Vauxhall badge. This one is one of the last of the line, top spec model, with the GSE spec and the three litre engine. When first made, it was the fastest ever Opel.
I love the look and shape of this- it was just fantastic to see on a cold and rainy winter day, clearly loved and cherished. It also looks remarkably original, keeping original graphics and wheels.
Looking at the MOT history, it's passed all but one, with no advisories! So in fantastic working condition, sitting on 80,000 miles in June 2015. It appears to have been sitting still for a fair while, at least between 2005 and 2009 when just a few miles were recorded. The original plate was C134 URP.
Registration number: MON 2A
✔ Taxed
Tax due: 01 April 2016
✔ MOT
Expires: 12 June 2016
Many people know of the racing stones of Death Valley. Fewer though know of the racing balls of Nehalem Bay. On any average day at Nehalem Bay the winds are strong enough that any round, lightweight object is blown across the beach, leaving a furrow in the sand behind it. Only a select few hundreds of thousands are lucky enough to be at the beach during these conditions (windy days like this happen only about 364.5 days of the year along the Oregon coast).
My musical selection for today is also something a bit different.
I visited Hopetoun House during the warm spell at Easter 2019. Just got round to processing the photos! Here are a select few.
Anxiety has kicked in!! Besides feeling a bit under the weather, I'm a teeny bit excited to see what's in store for us again when IT unveils the next portion of their 2013 collection. I have a hopeful feeling that it will be FRs and Nuface this time around.
What are all of you looking forward to this year?
I'm curious to see how the collection will look this year since the convention collection will be more glam (assumingly since it's Hollywood themed), will the FR set be more relaxed? Perhaps fall-winter as opposed to last year's spring influenced Style Directive collection?
Anywho, I'm just rambling. It's the anticipation along with the medication and it's early. It's going to be a busy day and I pray I will be able to narrow my list down to just a select few as I promised myself that I won't be preordering like cray-cray (like I have in the past years).
Anyways, that's all for now. List-of-Death coming Monday.
XXXO
Well this was a lovely find to say the least, I actually ran down the road to catch it stopped at the traffic lights just in time. Wearing perhaps the most suitable plate for a Monza, this is my first spotted in this country outside a show. I always find it interesting how a select few Opels were sold in the UK without the Vauxhall badge. This one is one of the last of the line, top spec model, with the GSE spec and the three litre engine. When first made, it was the fastest ever Opel.
I love the look and shape of this- it was just fantastic to see on a cold and rainy winter day, clearly loved and cherished. It also looks remarkably original, keeping original graphics and wheels.
Looking at the MOT history, it's passed all but one, with no advisories! So in fantastic working condition, sitting on 80,000 miles in June 2015. It appears to have been sitting still for a fair while, at least between 2005 and 2009 when just a few miles were recorded. The original plate was C134 URP.
Registration number: MON 2A
✔ Taxed
Tax due: 01 April 2016
✔ MOT
Expires: 12 June 2016
The Vegetarian Festival is on again; here another image from a previous occasion.
Every year in the 9th lunar month the descendants of Chinese immigrants throughout SE Asia celebrate the festival in honour of the 9 emperor gods. Over a period of 10-20 days the participants purify body and mind through strict diet and abstinence from impure or intoxicating acts and sex, as well as feats of endurance and suffering.
Shrines and god figurines are carried through town in daily street processions and purified in a hailstorm of firecrackers. Select few operate as mediums called ม้าทรง (lit. 'horse officially enrolled for duty'). Through them the gods accept offerings and make blessings along the road, face to face with participants or on altars lining the streets.
Some endure the (sometimes extreme) piercings and long processions seemingly clear and in control, some conscious of the representation and show effect; others are in trance and in different spheres altogether.
For me this image conveys how surreal and mad this spectacle can get at times. Tons of firecrackers exploding all around, people moving in all directions, some full of cheer, others in deep prayer and others just taking it all in somehow.
*Earplugs and sturdy glasses highly recommended.
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Not my first glimpse of the Eiffel Tower but one of my favorites. This is seen from the top of the Montparnasse Tower, which is the second tallest building in Paris, just a hair shorter than the Eiffel Tower.
One must buy tickets to go up Montparnasse, which we did ahead of time on-line (much cheaper by the way). There is a cafe/gift shop/historical center that most people hang out in that has floor to ceiling windows that offer impressive views of the city. Then you can climb a couple flights of stairs to the very tip top of the tower where there is an open-air observation area. This is where most people congregate for sunset, and it can get quite crowded. Photographers take note: the observation platform is walled in by thick, clear glass that has been smudged and abraded by countless hands and faces pressed up against it. There are a select few narrow openings in the glass that are ideal for sticking a camera lens through but space is limited and the photographers cram into these areas like pigs to a trough. So if you go, you should get up there early with your tripod (at least an hour before sunset) and stake out your spot, otherwise you are going to have to be leaning on someone, or photographing under their arm or standing on someone's back just to get a clear angle for your camera.
Of course, with that many photographers in one small area the absurdity of the situation was not lost on me that all these photographers were using the same equipment at the same time to rapidly fire away making the same photos as each other. At one point I glanced over my shoulder and noticed that the entire center of the platform was completely empty with the exception of some photographer's non-photographic-significant other taking a short nap while they waited for their spouse to do his/her thing. So I peeled away from the windows and stepped back myself and looked to make some images not just of Eiffel, but the interaction that occurred up there. I definitely got some pretty photos from the window, but this one is my favorite from up there, I think.
I have the most amazing group of friends...not many (like the 1,286 “friends” one has on facecrack) but rather a select few who make a difference. Whether it’s an email that exudes love and encouragement, and brings me to tears, or a kind gesture like a ride to a recording studio, or a phone call from far away that makes me laugh (when I wanted to cry that day), or feeling like you belong to a family (kids included!), or being invited into someone’s life to watch her grow into a creative genius, or having someone cradle you and comfort you when you cannot cry anymore, or this...a beautiful piece of art made to uplift me every time I look at it, and remind me not only of where I want to go, but more importantly what I have. Thank you...
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"A selected few get the honor to travel the island. These few are the messengers. Young guys and girls that have the ability to create portals through the realm in order to get anywhere and deliver important messages and packages. Achieved with just a set of mystical keys."
Model: Manuel Hernandez
I’ve been wanting to do this type of shot for a while.
I grouped a number of leaves and the thought came to me to do a ‘life cycle’.
I deliberately chose 7 leaves as I’m curious about the ‘rule of odds’ I’ve just studied. Apparently the human brain likes an odd number more than even.
Some of the leaves have a number of blemishes. It occurred to me that you don’t get to 50+ in years without having some form of blemish.
I love this type of art, and will try and do more . I realise it’s vey subjective and only a select few want to study it. So if that’s you I appreciate your viewing!
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.
Today we are in the very modern and up-to-date 1920s kitchen of Lettice’s flat: Edith her maid’s preserve. It is early morning, which is always Edith’s favourite time of day, for before Lettice arises, she can get a lot of her household chores done without interruption and without interrupting her mistress. With the airing, dusting and straightening of the flat’s main rooms done, as the clock nears eight, Edith can focus on preparing Lettice’s breakfast.
If Lettice were at her family home in Wiltshire, as an unmarried lady she would not be permitted to have breakfast in bed, that luxury reserved for married women like her mother only. However, in London, and under her own roof, no such stricture applies, so Edith sets about preparing her mistress’ breakfast tray. Sighing with satisfaction as she takes in a breath of cool morning air through the open window, the young maid stands at the deal pine kitchen table and places a pretty floral edged plate, and egg cup onto the dark wooden tray where they join a sliver salt shaker and pepper pot. She listens to the chirp of birds as she turns around and goes to the kitchen’s cutlery drawer and withdraws two spoons and a knife which she adds to the tray. Morning is the only time she really hears the birds, as within an hour, the streets around Cavendish Mews will be busy with the splutter of motor cars and the chug of buses and their noise will drown out the pretty songs of the birds who make their homes between the chimney pots and in the gardens of the surrounding Mayfair houses.
The sound of the brass kettle boiling on the stove breaks into her consciousness, and Edith turns and takes it off the hob. She picks up a small brass pan and adds water from the kettle and covers it with a lid and places it over an unlit burner.
Going to the meat safe near the back door Edith withdraws one of the bottles of milk left at the back door of the flat by the milkman even before she was out of bed, and a white carboard box with blue writing on it that proudly advertises eggs from Alexander Auld, by appointment to His Royal Highness the Prince of Wales. “Why on earth the Prince of Wales needs eggs from Aberdeen in Scotland is beyond me.” she mutters to herself as she lifts the lid and takes out a pristine white egg from the box. “Eggs are eggs. They all taste the same, no matter where they come from.” Her beau Frank Leadbetter, who is the delivery boy for Mr. Willison the local grocers, told her that if the Prince of Wales wanted Scottish eggs, who were they to question it, and always adds that she should feel lucky to eat eggs from the same farm that the Prince’s eggs come from. She shakes her head as she takes the egg over to the stove and puts it into the pot of freshly boiled water.
Returning to the table she pours creamy white milk into a jug that matches the egg cup and plate and places it on the tray. She picks up the jar of Golden Shred Orange Marmalade* and scoops orange jewel like gelatinous preserve from the jar and deposits it into a silver preserve pot. “Blast!” Edith mutters as a stray drop falls from her spoon and lands on the left cuff of her blue and white striped morning uniform where it seeps and bleeds into the fabric. Scraping what hasn’t been absorbed into the pot, she goes to the sink, runs the cold water tap and soaks a cleaning cloth under the clear stream before sponging the mark before it sets. Returning to the table, shaking her left arm half in irritation and half in a pointless effort to dry her now damp cuff, she puts the lid on the preserve pot.
She returns to the stove and takes up the kettle and pours hot water over the scoops of Lyon’s** tealeaves in the bottom of the floral patterned teapot that matches the rest of the crockery on the tray. With a satisfying clink, she drops the lid into the hole in the top.
“Oh my giddy aunt! The post!” Edith gasps, putting both her hands to her head. “I’d forget my head sometimes if it weren’t screwed on.”
Snatching up the slice of white bread she has freshly cut from the loaf on the table, she puts it in the gleaming silver toaster and takes up the letters and the magazine that have been delivered with the first post of the day.*** Edith goes through what is there.
“Looks like a formal invitation to something.” she murmurs as she holds up to the light one larger envelope of a higher quality than two others, which from the addresses she notes are from tradesmen, and tries to peer through the thick creamy white envelope. “I wonder if it’s an invitation to a ball, now that the Season has started up. Whose I wonder?”
Putting it down she then notices that the magazine that has been delivered is Country Life**** which Lettice does not subscribe to. “That’s odd.” She screws up her face and ponders the magazine featuring the grand colonnaded Georgian façade of a country house with its mistress descending its stairs on the cover. Then gasping with excitement, Edith remembers overhearing her mistress saying something about an interior she completed recently. Friends of Lettice, Margot and Dickie Channon, were gifted a Recency country “cottage residence” called ‘Chi an Treth’ (Cornish for ‘beach house’) in Penzance as a wedding gift by the groom’s father, the Marquess of Taunton when the pair were married in October 1921. Margot in her desire to turn ‘Chi an Treth’ from a dark Regency house to a more modern country house flooded with light, commissioned Lettice to help redecorate some of the principal rooms in a lighter and more contemporary style, befitting a modern couple like the Channons. Lettice decamped to Penzance for a week where she oversaw the painting and papering of ‘Chi an Treth’s’ drawing room, dining room and main reception room, before fitting the rooms out with a lorryload of new and repurposed furnishings, artwork and objets d’arte that she had sent down weeks prior to her arrival from her London warehouse. With the rooms redecorated under Lettice’s adept hands where once there was dark red paint, modern white geometric wallpaper hangs, and where formal, uncomfortable and old fashioned furnishings sat, more modern pieces dispersed by a select few original items give the rooms a lighter, more relaxed and more contemporary 1920s country house feel. The redecoration came to the attention of Dickie’s friend Henry Tipping***** who as well as being Dickie’s chum is also the Architectural Editor of Country Life, and after viewing it, he arranged for it to be featured in the magazine.
Opening the magazine, Edith flits through the different editorials before coming across the one about ‘Chi an Treth’ towards the middle. As she reads and looks at the many photographs of her mistress’ beautiful interior, her neutral face comes to life and she smiles as her eyes glisten. “Oh-ho!” she chortles, her cheeks reddening. “This will be thumb in the eye****** for Miss Lettice’s mother. She won’t be able to be dismissive of her decorating now.”
It is only as she is drinking in the beauty of Mr. and Mrs. Channon’s fashionable looking drawing rom that Edith realises that she has been so absorbed in reading the article that she didn’t hear the toast pop. Turning her head, she sees the slice poking its golden brown top out of the gleaming silvered toaster. Reluctantly putting the copy of Country Life down, she goes and picks up the toast with her right thumb and forefinger and brings it back to Lettice’s breakfast tray where she puts it on the plate. Adding a teacup and saucer in a matching pattern to the plate, egg cup and jug, she returns to the stove and removes the perfectly four minute boiled egg from the pot with a slotted spoon, and deposits it in the egg cup.
Placing the teapot onto the tray, she slips the letters into the pocket on the front of her apron, puts the copy of Country Life under her left arm and picks up the breakfast tray.
“Today is the day.” Edith says aloud with a smile as she pushes at the bottom of the door leading from the kitchen into the flat’s hallway with the toe of her shoe. “The day that Miss Lettice’s work is properly recognised is here. She is going to be so pleased.”
*Golden Shred orange marmalade still exists today and is a common household brand both in Britain and Australia. They are produced by Robertson’s. Robertson's Golden Shred recipe perfected since 1874 is a clear and tangy orange marmalade, which according to their modern day jars is “perfect for Paddington’s marmalade sandwiches”. Robertson's marmalade dates back to 1874 when Mrs. Robertson started making marmalade in the family grocery shop in Paisley, Scotland.
**Unlike today where mail is delivered on a daily or even sometimes only every few days basis, there were several deliveries done a day when this story is set. At the height of the postcard mania in 1903, London residents could have as many as twelve separate visits from the mailman. By 1923 it had been scaled back somewhat, but in London it would not be unusual to receive post three or four times a day.
*** Lyons Tea was first produced by J. Lyons and Co., a catering empire created and built by the Salmons and Glucksteins, a German-Jewish immigrant family based in London. Starting in 1904, J Lyons began selling packaged tea through its network of teashops. Soon after, they began selling their own brand Lyons Tea through retailers in the UK, Ireland and around the world. In 1918, Lyons purchased Hornimans and in 1921 they moved their tea factory to J. Lyons and Co., Greenford at that time, the largest tea factory in Europe. In 1962, J Lyons and Company (Ireland) became Lyons Irish Holdings. After a merger with Allied Breweries in 1978, Lyons Irish Holdings became part of Allied Lyons (later Allied Domecq) who then sold the company to Unilever in 1996. Today, Lyons Tea is produced in England. Lyons Tea was a major advertiser in the early decades of RTÉ Television, featuring the "Lyons minstrels" and coupon-based prize competitions.
****Country Life is a British weekly perfect-bound glossy magazine that is a quintessential English magazine founded in 1897, providing readers with a weekly dose of architecture, gardens and interiors. It was based in London at 110 Southwark Street until March 2016, when it became based in Farnborough, Hampshire. The frontispiece of each issue usually features a portrait photograph of a young woman of society, or, on occasion, a man of society.
*****Henry Tipping (1855 – 1933) was a French-born British writer on country houses and gardens, garden designer in his own right, and Architectural Editor of the British periodical Country Life for seventeen years between 1907 and 1910 and 1916 and 1933. After his appointment to that position in 1907, he became recognised as one of the leading authorities on the history, architecture, furnishings and gardens of country houses in Britain. In 1927, he became a member of the first committee of the Gardens of England and Wales Scheme, later known as the National Gardens Scheme.
******I am unsure of the origins of the saying “to shove a thumb in one’s eye”, but its meaning is to open someone’s eyes to the obvious, but not necessarily in a welcome way.
This domestic scene may not be all that it appears, for it is made up completely of items from my 1:12 miniatures collection.
Fun things to look for in this tableau include:
The copy of Country Life sitting on the table that is the lynchpin of this chapter was made by me to scale using the cover of a real 1923 edition of Country Life.
The panoply of things required by Edith to make Lettice’s breakfast that cover her deal kitchen table come from various different suppliers. The lacquered wooden breakfast tray and the pretty breakfast crockery came from specialist stockist of miniatures on E-Bay. The box of eggs in the background comes from Shepherds Miniatures in the United Kingdom. The slice of toast on the plate comes from Kathleen Knight’s Doll House in the United Kingdom. The bottle of milk in the background comes from Beautifully Handmade Miniatures in Kettering, as do the pieces of cutlery. The jar of Golden Shred marmalade in the foreground comes Little Things Dollhouse Miniatures in Lancashire as does the box of Lyon’s Tea in the background. The sliced load of bread comes from Polly’s Pantry Miniatures. The lidded silver preserve pot comes from Smallskale Miniatures in the United Kingdom. The silver salt and pepper shakers are part of a larger cruet set made by Warwick Miniatures in Ireland, who are well known for the quality of the detail in their pieces.
Edith’s Windsor chair in the background is a hand-turned 1:12 artisan miniature which came from America. Unfortunately, the artist did not carve their name under the seat, but it is definitely an unmarked artisan piece.
To the left of the sink is the food safe with a mop leaning against it. In the days before refrigeration, or when refrigeration was expensive, perishable foods such as meat, butter, milk and eggs were kept in a food safe. Winter was easier than summer to keep food fresh and butter coolers and shallow bowls of cold water were early ways to keep things like milk and butter cool. A food safe was a wooden cupboard with doors and sides open to the air apart from a covering of fine galvinised wire mesh. This allowed the air to circulate while keeping insects out. There was usually an upper and a lower compartment, normally lined with what was known as American cloth, a fabric with a glazed or varnished wipe-clean surface. Refrigerators, like washing machines were American inventions and were not commonplace in even wealthy upper-class households until well after the Second World War.
Alexander Dennis presents the brand new 100-seat Enviro400XLB three-axle double decker, developed in close collaboration with Lothian Buses and chassis manufacturer Volvo. 42 of these high-capacity buses will enter service in Edinburgh from January onwards. They are manufactured in Falkirk, securing jobs and adding value to the Scottish economy directly and via the extensive local supply chain.
With Lothian’s services in the Scottish capital seeing consistent patronage growth, the operator collaborated with Alexander Dennis to develop the 13.4m Enviro400XLB. Offering 100 seats and able to carry up to 131 passengers in total, it delivers unrivalled capacity for busy routes in the capital, while its front and middle doors will speed-up dwell times at bus stops. It has been built to even higher standards than bus users in Edinburgh are familiar with, with comfortable high-backed seating, wifi, USB charging, mood lighting and audio-visual stop announcements.
Alexander Dennis’s Enviro400XLB is the first bus for the United Kingdom to be mounted on Volvo’s recently launched three-axle B8L chassis, powered by the efficient 350hp Euro 6 D8K engine.
Today a select few from Lothian Buses and enthusiasts were specially invited by MD Richard Hall to pay a visit to the Alexander Dennis factory in Falkirk. More photos will be uploaded next week. Keep watching!!! For now here is a super close up of what to expect.