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This is a single Magic-Cube consits of 12 individual Pyramids. Each one connected on two sides and carrying rare-earth magnets to help stabilize the major structures. A single Cube has 36 magnets. There are 5 major shapes that will „fall into place“, meaning the magnets will pull it together and no hinge is left flexible. As a toy the Cube posesses the challenge of a Riddle to unlock the different Shapes or to find the paths of shortest movement between them. As Art it can be left Standing, or with the supplied Wallmount, be displayed as a hanging Object. The beauty of this dissection, displayed in Numbers, are the different sidelengths of a Single Pyramid. Namely: One, Sqareroot of Two and Half Squareroot of Three.
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The temple complex is located on the site of the so-called Grove of the Heart. Fierce battles for the city of Voronezh were fought at this place during the Great Patriotic War, many fighters died defending our Homeland. The grove was so named because it resembled the shape of a heart and was located about a kilometer from the city. Among the soldiers, another name for the grove was fixed - the grove of death. Our soldiers called this place the grove of death among themselves.
The central cathedral of the complex was built in honor of St. Xenia of St. Petersburg and resembles a ship in its shape.
The Orthodox Church celebrates the memorial Day of St. Nicholas.Xenia on February 6th. This saint, who lived in St. Petersburg in the middle of the XVIII century, is known for her feat of foolishness: she devoted the rest of her life to a single task: to beg God's forgiveness for her husband, who suddenly died without repentance. To do this, she disguises herself in her husband's uniform and for 45 years wandered around the city in such an outfit, posing as her dead husband, posing as his name Andrei Fedorovich. Many considered her insane, but the examination did not reveal any abnormalities in the unfortunate widow. She distributed her husband's remaining belongings to the suffering. The feat of Blessed Xenia is a model of sacrificial love, humility and meekness. It is no coincidence that Xenia of St. Petersburg is one of the most revered and beloved saints in Russia.
The church was created in the traditional Old Russian style by architect A.B. Logvinov. It is crowned by nine gilded domes. The height of the temple is about 30 meters.
The lower church was consecrated in honor of St. Nicholas the Wonderworker, the upper one in honor of Blessed Xenia of St. Petersburg with side chapels in honor of the Vladimir and Pochaev icons of the Mother of God.
St. Xenia's Church is loved by Voronezh residents and pilgrims coming from other cities.
People who visit or once visited this church note its majesty, beauty, magnificent decoration, well-groomed and landscaping of the nearby territory, surrounded by greenery and flower beds in summer, on which monuments to Saints Xenia and John of Kronstadt are located. Pilgrims speak positively about the staff and clergy of the monastery.
The Liturgy is celebrated daily at 7 a.m., the beginning of the evening service at 15.30. The current schedule of services can be found on the official website of the temple complex here.
The sacraments of Baptism, Wedding, Unction (Unction), as well as the funeral rite are performed in various temples of the complex: Baptism on Saturdays and Sundays at 11.00 in the church of the Blessed Prince Alexander Nevsky, Unction in the lower church of St. Nicholas the Wonderworker (during Lent they are unction on Saturdays (March 30, 6, 13, 20, 27 April) and on Great Wednesday (May 1) at 17.00). The wedding takes place in the church of Blessed Xenia. For all questions, please contact the church shop.
Before the Baptism, conversations are held with the child's future godparents and his parents (on Thursdays at 5.30 pm in the Sunday School building), before the Wedding - with the bride and groom.
The temple implements the project Social Assistance Center. There is a canteen where the needy are fed free of charge, a bakery is also open where bread is baked and distributed to people on weekends, training is organized for children from large and low-income families who want to learn baking skills. Within the framework of the project, there is a sewing workshop, which also provides charitable services for sewing various products. Here you can also learn the basics of sewing for families in need: children and their mothers.
In the social network in contact there is a page of the complex where you can find not only information about the services, but also the latest news. The youth community Youth Group of the Church of Xenia of St. Petersburg has been created separately, which contains up-to-date information regarding participation in Orthodox events (conferences, forums, festivals, etc.), holding various meetings with clergy, interesting speakers.
There is a Sunday school "Rodnik" at the temple. Classes are held on Saturdays from 15.00 (for preschoolers) and Sundays from 9.00 (for middle and high school age children). The children study the Law of God, the Old and New Testaments, Hagiography, Orthodox worship, the Basics of spiritual morality, the Basics of choral singing and the Church Slavonic language.
The clergy of the temple participate in missionary activities: they hold various thematic talks in secondary and higher educational institutions of the city (about family, spiritual and moral values), take part in conferences, competitions, and in the defense of research projects.
Mosaic at St Peter's
11/22/2004 - Monday: in Rome Roma, the Vatican, train to Florence Firenze
tags: italy
Monday Reality
Left hotel a bit late...not too bad. Tried to get on the subway but there was a line up the stairs. We were going to take a bus, but then we got a cab. 10 euros to take a cab two metro stops...I sort of think that wasn't strictly kosher...but maybe it was. it was still fun. We got to go under a tunnel that we saw yesterday during our ordeal march of being lost.
the idea was to catch the capucin crypts on the way to the vatican. But they were closed...still. so we slipped down back into the subway. We had used our single use tickets when we were turned back by the line at the Termini station, but we decided that the moral constraints were met, so we slipped through and re-used the tickets to get to the vatican. AFter all, we had gone through the gate, but we hadn't gotten on a train...
so the train left at 4:48ish, maybe 4:47...basically right on time ...
Off we rushed to the Vatican museum. We arrived at 10:00...and the english tour was at 10:30, so just enough time to get oriented and rest a bit before the ordeal by marbel floor!
We had a nice tour guide. First she showed us a sort of parchement view of the sistine chapel-two rulls of text and pictures with details of the different scenes. She would wind it down to get the next view.
This was fascinating...I am phenomenally underinformed of art and cultural matters...it is almost a cliche to say that, but egads it it true.
on the other hand, there are things we know today that were unknown 200 years ago. Amazingly...apparantly the whole forum area was under dirt until 18-something. So much dirt that only the tops of the columns were exposed. and even now much remains.
The archeologists cringe over the techniques used to clear what is now exposed. There have been several recent archeological 'campaigns' among the ruins of palatine hill that have excavated pre-roman huts. one of the write ups discussed the findings of 27 flakes of flint, indicating tool maing. So infering thngs based on bits of things found...which is the whole point of archeology.
And it made me realize that they are not done excavating Rome Roma...an odd thing to realize, since only a moment's consideration would reveal how obvious that is! There are Indian mounds that the archeologists are intentionally leaving alone for now, with the expressed plan of letting future archeologists examine them when they have better techniques.
my ears are popping...and the gps lost its lock...I then look out and realize we are going through a tunnel. ah...sense is made.
maybe...perhaps it wasn't a tunnel...I can't tell. several more episodes of pressure changes are occuring.
There are sliding head rests on the cabin walls in back of the seats. they are padded and have vertical supports so that you can lean on them to sleep without falling into the window, or onto your neighbor. they slide up and down to allow you to adjust to your preferences.
We didn't see the capucini crypt, because it was closed, and it was getting dark as we got on the train, but we are doing pretty well.
The vatican tour took two hours...and it seemed that we were moving much of the time. they have these slick radio receivors so you can hear the tour guide even if you are in the next room back.
I had a strong response to a tapestry depicting the slaughter of the chilidren by herod. One baby is being held, barely, by its mother and a soldier has a dagger to the child's heart. The baby is about to die. Other mother's are using their bodies to shield their infants. it is truly horrible.
damn! the pressure changes are really frequent, and amazingly annoying.
I downloaded a bunch of stuff from 'hex'-a friend of Jo and Schuyler's. I'm reading
how to build a reality that doesn't fall apart two days later...file:///Users/admin/wa/web/downlode.org/etext/how_to_build.html
I'm on the train...fighting sleep. I need to pee, but to do that I worry I'll have to wake the gentleman seated in front of the door to our compartment.
passing through orte...at 5:27:00---possibly even got a track point. I had a signal for a moment.
well..more than a moment, but not too long. there is crying in the hall....
The GPS showed us going 115 mph, for a bit. not just one observation. interesting. fast.
The hall of maps was cool because I realized it was, or could have been, not about art and instead was about the simple matter of managing an empire.
I enjoyed the museum, duh, and the Sistine chapel...and then we climbed the dome! I loved that! I truly loved it. We got to the top and I could see radio vatican and the quiet parts of the vatican and various 'stuff.' I don't know why, but seeing vatican radio made me happy.
We descended...heather waited while i ran about St. Peter's one more time. I went back into the catecombs...and reflected again at st. peter's grave, and the crypts of the popes. different passageway's were open from last time...you went in and out on different sides. Saturday we went through more passageways, past bits of monuments, even broken bits, supposedly the memorials for past popes there had been recovered via archeological digs and the like...little rooms, with gates, and some stones mounted on the walls.
Today I looked through a grate and down at a compartment that seemed to be set up as a small chapel. maybe a particularly holy pope was buried there.
When they embalm a pope, or remove anything from one, they send the bits to a particular church in room so the bits don't become relics.
I was struck by how clean and non-catacomb like the area was that we were allowed to tour. There were passageways that looked like they might get more 'creepy' small and twisty, but it was all clean...I guess marble does that for you.
Heather was whipped. We walked the .4 miles to cafe ruggio (is that it? The antipasto bar place by gellati millenium. it is in the Rick steve's book. We tried for it Saturday, but it was still closed, and we tried today, but closed Monday. Both faux paws (sic) could have been avoided if we had looked at the book and actually _read_ that listign first.
I have so many books and things that I don't really need...
Well Heather felt really crappy...but we ate at the little place by millenium gellati. It was great. The woman dished me up two plates. First a bowl of pasta, and then a plate with veal, mushrooms, zucchine, and peas with ham. It was in little bowls and I got to pick...heather had a panini. I was jsut positive that I was suffering eyes bigger than my head syndRome Roma, but
(and here the laptop powered down, I was writing on the train, and now it is the next day and some, 1:20 am on the 24th) I ate everything, and had a gellato after. And we went to the big 'M.' We found the M, but there was no metro...it was up another block. We metroed to the train station. Identified a train time, then grabbed our stuff at the hotel.
We spent time at the internet cafe DSC_4285.JPG, DSC_4286.JPG, DSC_4287.JPG ... They didn't support ssh! well I finally did send an email to folks via the webmail at work.
Then the train! The train was great. And we whisked into Florence Firenze. We wandered streets for a bit, then I got lock on the GPS, and knew we were .15 miles, and we wandered. I didn't remember the street name (via nazzionale, #10), but when we stumbled onto it Heather identified it. And we were a half block away.
Check in went smoothly. We fooled around, and then took to the streets. We ate at trattoria Sostanza-Troia (see p285 of Rick Steves). There were tour de france pictures on the walls, and signed photos dating back. We enjoyed it! A bottle of table wine. Tortellini with a house sauce, and then pot roast with beans. Heather had a bean salad and a salad.
Then we wandered back and bought a bottle of wine and some chocolate. Heather studied our books, and I sort of watched the Tony Gatuf movie Swing. I think it was in Italian with French subtitles. After all of that Art, and trying to read the pictures, I watched it in a different way. Paying attention to the cultural signifiers and all of that jazz. Having thoughts like 'why did he frame that shot that way? What does that use of open space say?" etc...
A herd of Wildebeest crossing the Mara river in a very orderly fashion. This was a peaceful crossing in fairly shallow water with no crocodiles nearby.
Regimental number - 6290
Place of birth - Normandy, Victoria
School - Werrangourt State School, Victoria
Religion - Roman Catholic
Occupation - Farmer
AddressByaduk, Victoria
Marital status - Single
Age at embarkation - 35
Next of kin - Mother, Mrs Ellen Bunworth, Byaduk, Victoria
Enlistment date - 30 September 1916
Rank on enlistment - Private
Unit name - 22nd Battalion, 18th Reinforcement
AWM Embarkation Roll number - 23/39/4
Embarkation details - Unit embarked from Melbourne, Victoria, on board HMAT A20 Hororata on 23 November 1916
Rank from Nominal Roll - Private
Unit from Nominal Roll - 22nd Battalion
Fate - Killed in Action 9 June 1918
Place of death or wounding - Ville sur Ancre, France
Age at death - 37
Age at death from cemetery records - 37
Place of burial - No known grave
Commemoration details - Australian National Memorial, Villers-Bretonneux, France
Villers-Bretonneux is a village about 15 km east of Amiens. The Memorial stands on the high ground ('Hill 104') behind the Villers-Bretonneux Military Cemetery, Fouilloy, which is about 2 km north of Villers-Bretonneux on the east side of the road to Fouilloy.
The Australian National Memorial, Villers-Bretonneux is approached through the Military Cemetery, at the end of which is an open grass lawn which leads into a three-sided court. The two pavilions on the left and right are linked by the north and south walls to the back (east) wall, from which rises the focal point of the Memorial, a 105 foot tall tower, of fine ashlar. A staircase leads to an observation platform, 64 feet above the ground, from which further staircases lead to an observation room. This room contains a circular stone tablet with bronze pointers indicating the Somme villages whose names have become synonymous with battles of the Great War; other battle fields in France and Belgium in which Australians fought; and far beyond, Gallipoli and Canberra.
On the three walls, which are faced with Portland stone, are the names of 10,885 Australians who were killed in France and who have no known grave. The 'blocking course' above them bears the names of the Australian Battle Honours.
After the war an appeal in Australia raised £22,700, of which £12,500 came from Victorian school children, with the request that the majority of the funds be used to build a new school in Villers-Bretonneux. The boys' school opened in May 1927, and contains an inscription stating that the school was the gift of Victorian schoolchildren, twelve hundred of whose fathers are buried in the Villers-Bretonneux cemetery, with the names of many more recorded on the Memorial. Villers-Bretonneux is now twinned with Robinvale, Victoria, which has in its main square a memorial to the links between the two towns.
Panel number, Roll of Honour,
Australian War Memorial - 95
Miscellaneous information from
cemetery records - Parents: Denis and Ellen BUNWORTH. Born at Byaduk, Victoria
Family/military connections - Brother: 5982 Pte Michael BUNWORTH, 8th Bn, killed in action, France, 1 August 1918.
Other details
War service: Western Front
A male Common eider (Somateria mollissima) swimming in the Oslofjord in the Fornebu area during breeding season.
single family house / jswd architekten / köln rodenkirchen, germany
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Showing designs and technologies through the ages, these two very different single-deck vehicles are seen here at Shore Road Car Park, Birkenhead, for the Wirral Bus & Tram Show on 02/10/2022. Nearest the camera is Arriva Merseyside 6005, SM15HWB, a Wrightbus StreetLite Max DF Micro Hybrid 11.5m. It was new to Arriva Merseyside in 08/2015. Alongside is preserved Crosville CSG655, 904OFM, a coach seated ECW bodied Bristol SC4LK. It was new to Crosville in 05/1960 © Peter Steel 2022.
A single rose - I once had 80 plus rose bushes (before I was married). My wife doesn't particulary like roses - except for the single ones. I'm now down to 7 rose bushes. This is her favorite rose.
Fiction: February, 1988. Playing the Devil for this rather macabre magic trick, Brad has just set the steamer trunk on fire with Janice restrained and locked inside in it, affording her not a single minute to escape this hell. Intending to turn his lovely young assistant into a pile of ashes, Brad then extinguishes the fire and dismantles the trunk, only to make a startling discovery. Janice has completely vanished! As Brad, er...I mean the "Devil", soon discovers, Janice has disappeared, leaving behind a flock of flying bluebirds, a pair of unfastened handcuffs, a black belt saying "Brad's Chick", and a bed of roses inside the huge sack...and in Janice's place!
Crayola, Blick Art, and Prismacolor pencils; Crayola permanent markers; Daler Rowney and Derwent charcoal pencils: Crayola Signature brush and detail dual-tip markers, Brea Reese watercolors, Jacquard Products Pearl Ex gold powdered pigment, No. 2 pencil, Paper Mate Ink Joy pens, dry erase markers, Sharpies, coffee, red wine, cherry juice
Arteza mixed media pad
9" x 12"
2021
Before attending the Stirling event I (and my nephew) investigated the Transport Museum - then at Pollockshields,Glasgow. I thought this was a great setting for the locos -and road exhibits - and , like Clapham in London , did not agree with its closure. Here is CR Single No.123 -last seen and photographed in steam at London Victoria station ten years previously (Sep '63) on a special. 28/4/73.
feeding today went pretty quiet for a change
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My last photo from Breezewood, and of the Breezewood Motel. HBO is a huge selling point in old motels.
Camera = Minolta SRT-101.
My friend K is moving into an old 1930s house that had a single owner until now. There are a few interesting details.
The contractors who were supposed to be painting, fixing the floor, putting in kitchen cabinets, etc. "lost" all the art deco doorknobs that were on every door -- except this one.
Every other door currently has NO doorknob (except for the outside doors which had had theirs replaced previously). You can see the marks on the doors around the art deco shape where the doorknobs are missing.
What's worse, the doors and the drill holes are nonstandard sizes, so it is a pain to replace all the knobs, though at least the landlord is paying.
I used Hipstamatic on the iPhone for these pics. It was nighttime and I used no flash, but I like the way they turned out anyway.
Lens: Lucifer VI
Film: Claunch 72 Monochrome
Random film/lens choice.
Video: youtu.be/7G2r37m35rU
The surface divides space into two congruent subspaces.
Inspired by these instructions by Damian.
Just a simple single leaf ... growing on a TINY little tree (you can see the "trunk" on the left side of the picture).
Taken this afternoon on my walk with Sandy though the "Cutlerville Hills Woodlot".
Taken earlier in the summer, this is another SFV tractor, a single cylinder machine, started by first heating a "hot bulb" attached to the cylinder head, with a gas torch, and then turning the flywheel with a crank handle, there is no electric or compressed air starter! Despite it's apparent primitiveness, it was able to run a large threshing & baling machine with ease, which is what is on the other end of the drive belt! In the background is a wartime US Army GM three ton truck. Like the picture of the Lorraine Dietrich, this photo was carelessly underexposed by about five stops!
1953 Agfa Ventura 66 Deluxe, f4.5/85mm Solinar lens. Fomapan 400 @800 in Caffenol C + iodized salt. Coffee 40g/L, Washing Soda(50% water) 40g/L, Ascorbic Acid powder 12g/L, Iodized sea salt 12g/L No pre-soak, 18mins @ 21C, 30 seconds continuous agitation, then 2 gentle inversions every two minutes.