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"The St. Nicholas Historic District, known colloquially as "Striver's Row", is a historic district located on both sides of West 138th and West 139th Streets between Adam Clayton Powell Jr. Boulevard (Seventh Avenue) and Frederick Douglass Boulevard (Eighth Avenue) in the Harlem neighborhood of Manhattan, New York City. It is both a national and a New York City district, and consists of row houses and associated buildings designed by three architectural firms and built in 1891–93 by developer David H. King Jr. These are collectively recognized as gems of New York City architecture, and "an outstanding example of late 19th-century urban design":
There are three sets of buildings: The red brick and brownstone buildings on the south (even-numbered) side of West 138th Street and at 2350–2354 Adam Clayton Powell Jr. Boulevard were designed by James Brown Lord in the Georgian Revival style; the yellow brick and white limestone with terra cotta trim buildings on the north (odd-numbered) side of 138th and on the south (even-numbered) side of 139th Street and at 2360–2378 Adam Clayton Powell Jr. Boulevard were designed in the Colonial Revival style by Bruce Price and Clarence S. Luce; the dark brick, brownstone and terra cotta buildings on the north (odd-numbered) side of 139th Street and at 2380 Adam Clayton Powell Jr. Boulevard were designed in the Italian Renaissance Revival style by Stanford White of the firm McKim, Mead & White.
The district was designated by the New York City Landmarks Preservation Commission in 1967, and was listed on the National Register of Historic Places in 1975. The district's name reflects the nearby St. Nicholas Park.
David H. King Jr., the developer of what came to be called "Striver's Row", had previously been responsible for building the 1870 Equitable Building, the 1889 New York Times Building, the version of Madison Square Garden designed by Stanford White, and the Statue of Liberty's base. The townhouses in his new project, which were originally called the "King Model Houses", were intended for upper-middle-class whites, and featured modern amenities, dark woodwork, and views of City College. King's idea was that the project would be "on such a large scale and with such ample resources as to 'Create a Neighborhood' independent of surrounding influences."
The houses sit back-to-back, which allowed King to specify that they would share rear courtyards. The alleyways between them – a rarity in Manhattan – are gated off; some entrance gates still have signs that read "Walk Your Horses". At one time, these alleys allowed discreet stabling of horses and delivery of supplies without disrupting activities in the main houses. Today, the back areas are used almost exclusively for parking.
King sold very few houses and the development failed, with Equitable Life Assurance Society, which had financed the project, foreclosing on almost all the units in 1895, during an economic depression. By this time, Harlem was being abandoned by white New Yorkers, yet the company would not sell the King houses to blacks, and so they sat empty until 1919–20, when they were finally made available to African Americans for $8,000 each. Some of the units were turned into rooming houses, but generally they attracted both leaders of the black community and upwardly-mobile professionals, or "strivers", who gave the district its colloquial name.
Between Seventh and Eighth Avenues, is 139th Street, known among Harlemites as 'strivers' row.' It is the most aristocratic street in Harlem. Stanford White designed the houses for a wealthy white clientele. Moneyed African-Americans now own and inhabit them. When one lives on 'strivers' row' one has supposedly arrived. Harry Rills resides there, as do a number of the leading Babbitts and professional folk of Harlem.
By the 1940s, many of the houses had decayed and were converted to single room occupancies (SROs). Much of the original decorative detail inside the houses was lost at this time, though the exteriors generally remained unaltered. With the post-1995 real-estate boom in Harlem, many of these buildings are being restored to something resembling their original condition.
Harlem is a neighborhood in Upper Manhattan, New York City. It is bounded roughly by the Hudson River on the west; the Harlem River and 155th Street on the north; Fifth Avenue on the east; and Central Park North on the south. The greater Harlem area encompasses several other neighborhoods and extends west and north to 155th Street, east to the East River, and south to Martin Luther King Jr. Boulevard, Central Park, and East 96th Street.
Originally a Dutch village, formally organized in 1658, it is named after the city of Haarlem in the Netherlands. Harlem's history has been defined by a series of economic boom-and-bust cycles, with significant population shifts accompanying each cycle. Harlem was predominantly occupied by Jewish and Italian Americans in the 19th century, but African-American residents began to arrive in large numbers during the Great Migration in the 20th century. In the 1920s and 1930s, Central and West Harlem were the center of the Harlem Renaissance, a major African-American cultural movement. With job losses during the Great Depression of the 1930s and the deindustrialization of New York City after World War II, rates of crime and poverty increased significantly. In the 21st century, crime rates decreased significantly, and Harlem started to gentrify.
The area is served by the New York City Subway and local bus routes. It contains several public elementary, middle, and high schools, and is close to several colleges, including Columbia University, Manhattan School of Music, and the City College of New York. Central Harlem is part of Manhattan Community District 10. It is patrolled by the 28th and 32nd Precincts of the New York City Police Department. The greater Harlem area also includes Manhattan Community Districts 9 and 11 and several police precincts, while fire services are provided by four New York City Fire Department companies.
New York, often called New York City or NYC, is the most populous city in the United States. With a 2020 population of 8,804,190 distributed over 300.46 square miles (778.2 km2), New York City is also the most densely populated major city in the United States. The city is within the southern tip of New York State, and constitutes the geographical and demographic center of both the Northeast megalopolis and the New York metropolitan area – the largest metropolitan area in the world by urban landmass. With over 20.1 million people in its metropolitan statistical area and 23.5 million in its combined statistical area as of 2020, New York is one of the world's most populous megacities, and over 58 million people live within 250 mi (400 km) of the city. New York City is a global cultural, financial, and media center with a significant influence on commerce, health care and life sciences, entertainment, research, technology, education, politics, tourism, dining, art, fashion, and sports. New York is the most photographed city in the world. Home to the headquarters of the United Nations, New York is an important center for international diplomacy, an established safe haven for global investors, and is sometimes described as the capital of the world." - info from Wikipedia.
The fall of 2022 I did my 3rd major cycling tour. I began my adventure in Montreal, Canada and finished in Savannah, GA. This tour took me through the oldest parts of Quebec and the 13 original US states. During this adventure I cycled 7,126 km over the course of 2.5 months and took more than 68,000 photos. As with my previous tours, a major focus was to photograph historic architecture.
Now on Instagram.
"The St. Nicholas Historic District, known colloquially as "Striver's Row", is a historic district located on both sides of West 138th and West 139th Streets between Adam Clayton Powell Jr. Boulevard (Seventh Avenue) and Frederick Douglass Boulevard (Eighth Avenue) in the Harlem neighborhood of Manhattan, New York City. It is both a national and a New York City district, and consists of row houses and associated buildings designed by three architectural firms and built in 1891–93 by developer David H. King Jr. These are collectively recognized as gems of New York City architecture, and "an outstanding example of late 19th-century urban design":
There are three sets of buildings: The red brick and brownstone buildings on the south (even-numbered) side of West 138th Street and at 2350–2354 Adam Clayton Powell Jr. Boulevard were designed by James Brown Lord in the Georgian Revival style; the yellow brick and white limestone with terra cotta trim buildings on the north (odd-numbered) side of 138th and on the south (even-numbered) side of 139th Street and at 2360–2378 Adam Clayton Powell Jr. Boulevard were designed in the Colonial Revival style by Bruce Price and Clarence S. Luce; the dark brick, brownstone and terra cotta buildings on the north (odd-numbered) side of 139th Street and at 2380 Adam Clayton Powell Jr. Boulevard were designed in the Italian Renaissance Revival style by Stanford White of the firm McKim, Mead & White.
The district was designated by the New York City Landmarks Preservation Commission in 1967, and was listed on the National Register of Historic Places in 1975. The district's name reflects the nearby St. Nicholas Park.
David H. King Jr., the developer of what came to be called "Striver's Row", had previously been responsible for building the 1870 Equitable Building, the 1889 New York Times Building, the version of Madison Square Garden designed by Stanford White, and the Statue of Liberty's base. The townhouses in his new project, which were originally called the "King Model Houses", were intended for upper-middle-class whites, and featured modern amenities, dark woodwork, and views of City College. King's idea was that the project would be "on such a large scale and with such ample resources as to 'Create a Neighborhood' independent of surrounding influences."
The houses sit back-to-back, which allowed King to specify that they would share rear courtyards. The alleyways between them – a rarity in Manhattan – are gated off; some entrance gates still have signs that read "Walk Your Horses". At one time, these alleys allowed discreet stabling of horses and delivery of supplies without disrupting activities in the main houses. Today, the back areas are used almost exclusively for parking.
King sold very few houses and the development failed, with Equitable Life Assurance Society, which had financed the project, foreclosing on almost all the units in 1895, during an economic depression. By this time, Harlem was being abandoned by white New Yorkers, yet the company would not sell the King houses to blacks, and so they sat empty until 1919–20, when they were finally made available to African Americans for $8,000 each. Some of the units were turned into rooming houses, but generally they attracted both leaders of the black community and upwardly-mobile professionals, or "strivers", who gave the district its colloquial name.
Between Seventh and Eighth Avenues, is 139th Street, known among Harlemites as 'strivers' row.' It is the most aristocratic street in Harlem. Stanford White designed the houses for a wealthy white clientele. Moneyed African-Americans now own and inhabit them. When one lives on 'strivers' row' one has supposedly arrived. Harry Rills resides there, as do a number of the leading Babbitts and professional folk of Harlem.
By the 1940s, many of the houses had decayed and were converted to single room occupancies (SROs). Much of the original decorative detail inside the houses was lost at this time, though the exteriors generally remained unaltered. With the post-1995 real-estate boom in Harlem, many of these buildings are being restored to something resembling their original condition.
Harlem is a neighborhood in Upper Manhattan, New York City. It is bounded roughly by the Hudson River on the west; the Harlem River and 155th Street on the north; Fifth Avenue on the east; and Central Park North on the south. The greater Harlem area encompasses several other neighborhoods and extends west and north to 155th Street, east to the East River, and south to Martin Luther King Jr. Boulevard, Central Park, and East 96th Street.
Originally a Dutch village, formally organized in 1658, it is named after the city of Haarlem in the Netherlands. Harlem's history has been defined by a series of economic boom-and-bust cycles, with significant population shifts accompanying each cycle. Harlem was predominantly occupied by Jewish and Italian Americans in the 19th century, but African-American residents began to arrive in large numbers during the Great Migration in the 20th century. In the 1920s and 1930s, Central and West Harlem were the center of the Harlem Renaissance, a major African-American cultural movement. With job losses during the Great Depression of the 1930s and the deindustrialization of New York City after World War II, rates of crime and poverty increased significantly. In the 21st century, crime rates decreased significantly, and Harlem started to gentrify.
The area is served by the New York City Subway and local bus routes. It contains several public elementary, middle, and high schools, and is close to several colleges, including Columbia University, Manhattan School of Music, and the City College of New York. Central Harlem is part of Manhattan Community District 10. It is patrolled by the 28th and 32nd Precincts of the New York City Police Department. The greater Harlem area also includes Manhattan Community Districts 9 and 11 and several police precincts, while fire services are provided by four New York City Fire Department companies.
New York, often called New York City or NYC, is the most populous city in the United States. With a 2020 population of 8,804,190 distributed over 300.46 square miles (778.2 km2), New York City is also the most densely populated major city in the United States. The city is within the southern tip of New York State, and constitutes the geographical and demographic center of both the Northeast megalopolis and the New York metropolitan area – the largest metropolitan area in the world by urban landmass. With over 20.1 million people in its metropolitan statistical area and 23.5 million in its combined statistical area as of 2020, New York is one of the world's most populous megacities, and over 58 million people live within 250 mi (400 km) of the city. New York City is a global cultural, financial, and media center with a significant influence on commerce, health care and life sciences, entertainment, research, technology, education, politics, tourism, dining, art, fashion, and sports. New York is the most photographed city in the world. Home to the headquarters of the United Nations, New York is an important center for international diplomacy, an established safe haven for global investors, and is sometimes described as the capital of the world." - info from Wikipedia.
The fall of 2022 I did my 3rd major cycling tour. I began my adventure in Montreal, Canada and finished in Savannah, GA. This tour took me through the oldest parts of Quebec and the 13 original US states. During this adventure I cycled 7,126 km over the course of 2.5 months and took more than 68,000 photos. As with my previous tours, a major focus was to photograph historic architecture.
Now on Instagram.
The Gay Games is the world's largest sporting and cultural event organized by and specifically for LGBT athletes, artists, musicians, and others. It welcomes participants of every sexual orientation and every skill level. Originally called the Gay Olympics, it was started in San Francisco in 1982, as the brainchild of Tom Waddell, whose goals were to promote the spirit of inclusion and participation, as well as the pursuit of personal growth in a sporting event. It retains many similarities with the Olympics, including the Gay Games flame which is lit at the opening ceremony.
The Gay Games is open to all who wish to participate, without regard to sexual orientation. There are no qualifying standards to compete in the Gay Games. It brings together people from all over the world, many from countries where homosexuality remains illegal and hidden.
The Federation of Gay Games (FGG) is the sanctioning body of the Gay Games. From its statement of concept and purpose:
The purpose of the Federation of Gay Games is to foster and augment the self-respect of lesbians and gay men throughout the world and to engender respect and understanding from the nongay world, primarily through an organized international participatory athletic and cultural event held every four years, and commonly known as the Gay Games.
Gay Games VIII were held in Cologne, Germany from July 31 to August 6, 2010.
Photo-a-day Lent Calendar for A Hobbling A Day. We strive for sustenance.
Marai Daehne and I talked about doing a Lent Calendar after last December's Advent Calendar.
The Blue Angels' Echelon Parade, photographed on Sunday afternoon.
To view a hi-res version and for more information visit my website:NAS Oceana Air Show 2015
The Gay Games is the world's largest sporting and cultural event organized by and specifically for LGBT athletes, artists, musicians, and others. It welcomes participants of every sexual orientation and every skill level. Originally called the Gay Olympics, it was started in San Francisco in 1982, as the brainchild of Tom Waddell, whose goals were to promote the spirit of inclusion and participation, as well as the pursuit of personal growth in a sporting event. It retains many similarities with the Olympics, including the Gay Games flame which is lit at the opening ceremony.
The Gay Games is open to all who wish to participate, without regard to sexual orientation. There are no qualifying standards to compete in the Gay Games. It brings together people from all over the world, many from countries where homosexuality remains illegal and hidden.
The Federation of Gay Games (FGG) is the sanctioning body of the Gay Games. From its statement of concept and purpose:
The purpose of the Federation of Gay Games is to foster and augment the self-respect of lesbians and gay men throughout the world and to engender respect and understanding from the nongay world, primarily through an organized international participatory athletic and cultural event held every four years, and commonly known as the Gay Games.
Gay Games VIII were held in Cologne, Germany from July 31 to August 6, 2010.
Frickelfest (I love it)
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Why DIY?
Contrary to popular belief, the main reason for DIY is not (or should not be) about saving money. While this is possible in many cases (and especially against 'top of the line' commercial products), there are other, far better reasons to do it yourself.
The main one is knowledge, new skills, and the enormous feeling of satisfaction that comes from building your own equipment. This is worth far more than money. For younger people, the skills learned will be invaluable as you progress through life, and once started, you should continue to strive for making it yourself wherever possible.
Each and every new skill you learn enables the learning processes to be 'exercised', making it easier to learn other new things that come your way.
Alvin Toffler (the author of Future Shock) wrote:- "The illiterate of the 21st century will not be those who cannot read and write, but those who cannot learn, unlearn, and relearn."
This is pretty much an absolute these days, and we hear stories every day about perfectly good people who simply cannot get a new job after having been 'retrenched' (or whatever stupid term the 'human resources' people come up with next). As an aside, I object to being considered a 'resource' for the corporate cretins to use, abuse and dispose of as they see fit.
The skills you learn building an electronics project (especially audio) extend far beyond soldering a few components into a printed circuit board. You must source the components, working your way through a minefield of technical data to figure out if the part you think is right is actually right. Understanding the components is a key requirement for understanding electronics.
You will probably need to brush up on your maths - all analogue electronics requires mathematics if you want to understand what is going on. The greater your understanding, the more you have learned in the process. These are not trivial skills, but thankfully, they usually sneak up on you. Before you realise it, you have been working with formulae that a few years ago you would have sneered at, thinking that such things are only for boffins or those really weird guys you recall from school.
Then there is the case to house everything. You will need to learn how to perform basic metalworking skills. Drilling, tapping threads, filing and finishing a case are all tasks that need to be done to complete your masterpiece. These are all skills that may just come in very handy later on.
Should you be making loudspeakers, then you will learn about acoustics. You will also learn woodworking skills, veneering, and using tools that you may never have even known existed had you not ventured into one of the most absorbing and satisfying hobbies around.
Ok, that's fine for the younger generation(s), but what about us 'oldies'? We get all the same benefits, but in some cases, it is even possible to (almost) make up for a lifetime spent in an unrewarding job. As we get older, the new skills are less likely to be used for anything but the hobby, but that does not diminish the value of those skills one iota.
However, it's not all about learning, it's also about doing. Few people these days have a job where at the end of the day they can look at something they built. Indeed, in a great many cases, one comes home at the end of the day, knowing that one was busy all day with barely time for lunch, yet would be hard pressed to be able to say exactly what was achieved. What would have happened if what you did today wasn't done? Chances are, nothing would have happened at all - whatever it was you did simply wasn't done (if you follow the rather perverse logic in that last statement ).
Where is the satisfaction in that? There isn't any - it's a job, you get paid, so are able to pay your bills, buy food and live to do the same thing tomorrow.
When you build something, there is a sense of pride, of achievement - there is something to show for it, something tangible. No, it won't make up for a job you hate (or merely dislike), but at least you have created something. Having done it once, it becomes important to do it again, to be more ambitious, to push your boundaries.
Today, a small preamp. Tomorrow, a complete state of the art 5.1 sound system that you made from raw materials, lovingly finished, and now provides enjoyment that no store-bought system ever will.
Cease striving and know that I am God.
Psalm 46:10
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I had many things to get done today. Instead, I had to cover for a friend and look after a few guys trying to stay clean and into a rehab program. I initially considered my afternoon wasted... my important 'to-do' list thrown out the window! Thankfully, God lead me to this verse and an understanding that 'my plans' are not always his. I sketched this throughout the afternoon as I enjoyed deep, meaningful conversations with two incredibly fascinating individuals. :)
A 6-wide American sports utility truck, similar to (but not specifically modelled on) the Dodge Ram. Fits 1 minifig (2 at a push) with room in the bed for accessories.
Seen previously in this MOC.
I strive to take images that are a little different , they may not be commercial , or to every body's taste , but behavior is what really interests me.
Here a Snipe having a preen in front of the East Marsh at Brandon, again its a reach for the equipment on a small wader , so my experimental approach with the 2.0x plus 500mm continues. It leads to a lot of failures , but then to some captures that would be other wise not possible.
My advice is to push the equipment you have to the limit, when you have to , you may sometimes be pleasantly surprised by the results.
Camera Canon EOS-1D Mark IV
Exposure 0.001 sec (1/800)
Aperture f/10.0
Focal Length 1000 mm
ISO Speed 1600
Exposure Bias +1/3 EV
Disclaimer: I was asked to do a hard task. The grandmother pulled me aside and asked me to film some shots of the baby so they could make some necklaces to remember her. To have her photo, all dolled up. I am going to post some of them because I am proud to have had her in my life as long as I did. Some might find it "morbid" that I was asked to do this, or that I'm even posting shots of her and other random things from the day (a cross, the setup), but this is my way of coping. There is nothing bad about them really but I know some might not want to see her. Later as everyone was leaving Marla knew something was up because I was still there cleaning up with her mom and she said "You're going to take photos aren't you?". I told her yes that Anne Marie had asked me and as she went to hug me she said, I'd never want any other photographer on this entire earth to photograph my baby than my best friend, thank you and i love you". She walked out and that was that. There I sat all alone to photograph this angel. In my life I separate my art time from my pain and struggle it is my release. This was the first time I truly had my art and lens cause pain. I cried the entire time I was taking these photos. I've not stopped crying almost all day.
How the day went:
Stumbled to the phone stubbing my toe, I had finally fallen into an almost impermeable slubmer. Faces of angels and cries alike flowing through my lobes and I felt sullen. Sullen girl, still looking back and living in the now like you strive to. Running from now. I could not scope the gravity of my sadness. My daughter was everywhere, my best friend was in pain and there was energy from her angel to. Saying works in a foreign language to stop the pain in my toe I was told "The viewing/funeral is at 4-9pm today. I was also given the OK to come regardless of exposure more every single person had the chicken pox and from what we have gathered last night not two days from now is the last day of worry for exposure. My mom looked in her diary to when she first saw bumps appear to when the pain actually started. Maybe she said that but Marla and family said they didn't care if I was doused in them they wanted me there. My mom was in to much pain to go and very sick. Big man was left home with her to get her drinks and stuff when she needed. Only thing she had to do was get her own medicine.
Little man dressed in his best outfit, pressed khakis and a dress shirt, we got his hair cut yesterday (free woo!) and he looked sharp. I remember fixing the knot on his tie and thinking. One day I will do this for his wedding, fix his tie already done and he will say "AWW MAH STOP IT"S FINE" and smile large. Next to him I pictured a little girl dancing in a beautiful pink dress, bow tie in the back at her waist, a sun hat atop her head. And I perched my ear real big to try to hear the laughter that was not there. My heart was already breaking. In the car we go and on the way there I try to explain to him the severity of what he is about to see, feel, hear. How do you tell your child about these things without crying? I wiped tears and told him my heart was bursting with sadness and that I loved him. Tears welled up in his eyes as I spoke of the little angel departed. I told him to not be afraid of what he sees and while she might not look like a "normal" baby, normal is overrated and that she is a precious being. Beautiful no matter what. That he not say the words "I'm sorry the baby died, instead to say I'm sorry Ms. Marla and I love you". Pull into the LOVE funeral home; I see Marla's Expedition and grandpas car (her dads). For a while my brain wanted to believe I was in the wrong place at the wrong time, that I was making this all up in my head and I'd wake up soon. Seeing their cars made it real. It took me four tries to actually park the car right. Two tries to lock the car and one try to get little man out of his car seat. In order though, my brain was the one rattled.
Fifteen steps to the brass doors, and the violent red/green rug that just screamed funeral home. It took me to memories of the day we had my daughter's memorial, the day my grand mom died. The hushed dreary music flowing through the halls. Hallway was so long I wanted to run in the opposite direction no matter how hard it was to push my marshmallow feet to find the right room. Anne Marie (Marla's mom) walked out and gave me a huge hug, Marla was walking to the bathroom in the background and had not seen us yet. I asked how she was doing and she replied "I'm being the strong one, but Marla has not spoke a word to anyone". Little man hugged her tight and said he was sorry and loved her. Just like i said, and he meant it. She picked him up and walked him into another room and I went to find the bathroom. Turn the corner and Marla is sitting on a bench staring at a wall. For a split second she was me I was looking at and I was about 8 years younger than now. I knew that look. She saw me and ran right up to me gave me the biggest bear hug and burst into uncontrollable tears, I did to. We sobbed and sobbed and sobbed. My shoulder wet with tears and i told her I loved her and that I was happy she was alive and OK in that way. That I was there for her and to hold her and that no matter what I understood. That it hurt me to hear her cry and go through this, but I was there to go through this together. About five minutes later her mom came in a broke up our sobbing huggy mess so we could spend some time with the angel before others started to arrive. I went into the other room set up for friends to give them some time. Marla found me shortly afterward and escorted me to the front. She said as far as they were all concerned we ARE family and that I was to sit with them in the front the entire time.
Soon my eyes came upon a beautiful bassinet equipped with some small toys and a mobile with stars on them. A little pink hat on the middle. And there she lay. Honestly you are a bit afraid it is normal when you first see a corpse of any type. Natural reaction, it is also normal to fear what she might look like with all the abnormalities and such. Tiny fingers clutched around a rosary and to me she looked like an angel. Not a monster or a child who died due to numerous deformities of internal and external things. There laid a real life angel. One I will call my godchild still. I kneeled at the transportable alter in front of her and said my bit, not so much to god as the day my Paige died so did my religion, but more to her and Georgie. Georgie is Marla's brother who killed himself this past year. I told him and Paige and everyone to look over her. I do believe our love ones look over us once they passed. Went back to sit with Marla and hugged Greg and grandpa and grand mom (Anne Marie) held my hand. We all tried to talk of other things in the world but the stare Marla would get sometimes I knew she was thinking about everything that could have been different.
Pregnant friends and family came to the viewing and every one of them it was like Marla was shooting lasers. I couldn't be in the room with a pregnant woman for ages after I lost Paige. My mom and law was pregnant so it was a hard feet. Many people showed up about two hours after I got there. We talked and she told me the nightmare she dredged through the past few days. Told me she thought it best she went when she did because she didn't want her to be in pain, and that is the solace she has that her baby girl is not suffering. How the moment she passed in her fathers arms this look of peace came over her. We cried and cried and hugged and then BS'd and I made her laugh a little. Her finally talking about this, the first time she did she described all the gruesome details and in that moment i knew she is going to be OK soon. She is open about it, she's not running. She is devastated, who is not?
Her boys and little man where getting a bit out of hand so I opted to bring little man home, given my mom could watch him. I drove back here dropped him off after I set them up with a movie and some dinner. Went to drive back and as soon as I sat in the car torrential downpour. I drove anyway. Stuff flying past me there were some wicked winds, blurry eyes, tear-strewn face. I was a mess .By the time I got back I had enough time to hug her boys and they were off to play at a friends house to just get away.
I missed the sermon, that is Ok though I'm' not religious.
Then HIS family started to arrive some very respectful, one of them kept getting calls on her cell phone and I just saw Marla getting more and more pissed off. I marched right up to her (don't know what got in to me!) and told her to either shut it off or get the hell out of the building. She turned it off, and didn't say a word. Marla gave me a wink and a thank you on that one. Eventually we talked about the things she is going to hear "everyone is going to tell you, you can have another. Or that it was gods will, or that things happen for a reason. She said "nothing will ever make this right, I'll just have to learn to deal with it but there is no God-given or any type of true right of this wrong. I told her 8 years later I agree with her. I still can't shop for little girl outfits, my mom shopped for the baby shower. When I see a little girl I think looks like what Paige would have, i burst into tears.
No parent should bury his or her child.
We are so much alike and she told me she felt comfort in my being there because she knows I was there for her and that she could say and talk about anything with me, but mostly because she knows I have been right where she is. In so many words, that I really understood.
Everyone paid their respects, Marla finally had to leave because her feet and legs were so swollen she couldn't bend them! She delivered not so long ago and has been on her feet since pretty much, Greg and her waked up to the bassinet and lifted the hood back. At the same time they bent down and gave the baby a kiss on each cheek and I lost it I had to walk out of the room. They gathered some of the roses and random flowers that had been sent. One last goodbye I witnessed and then the discussion about the photography came in. Anne Marie stayed behind to get the rest of the other things and left me for the most part alone in this large room with the baby to shoot what I thought would look good on the necklace and just some photos for the family.
I was crying so hard I could barely turn on my camera but I did, for them. I was the last in the room with the baby; she is to be cremated tonight. I gave her a tiny kiss on her cheek and told her to kiss angel wings. That we all loved her even though she only stayed here on earth 23 and half hours. That we will all see her soon and that she is so loved more loved than any could imagine and that I was happy she wasn't in pain. To give Paige a hug from mommy.
Looked back over my shoulder while I was walking away trying to get out of my mind that it was the last and first time I had ever seen her.
Slowly I shut the French doors behind me right after I took a final shot.
Fell out in the hallway and finally gathered myself up enough to drive back to Marla's'. Stayed a few minutes they put Marla to bed, drove home and here I am.
I'm a mess and in photo post, these were the hardest set of photos I have ever taken.
Today was beautiful and horrible and wonderful and sad, and closure.
Rest in Peace dear Angelita, rest in peace.
Designer: Shanghai renmin chubanshe propaganda group (上海人民出版社宣传画创作组)
1973, April
Strive for abundant harvest, amass grain
Duo fengshou guangji liang (夺丰收广积粮)
Call nr.: BG G2/49 (Landsberger collection)
More? See: chineseposters.net
Part of Michael Rawling’s Elemental Series striving to represent the the world more completely than traditional Fine Arts: Liquid, organic and mineral samples are collected at the site of the picture - from the very landscape depicted within the photograph - and bonded with the film. The resulting image created more deeply representative of the physical world.
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An image from my 10 Mile Sprints round the UK coastline
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Site 1
Start: Tolleshunt D'Arcy, Maldon, Essex, South East England
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Organic Materials
Standing water and tidal salt lagoons, earth, salt, algae.
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Talented Art Fair, 2-4th March 2019
The Old Truman Brewery, east London, UK
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(See links). Fort Pulaski National Monument is located on Cockspur Island between Savannah and Tybee Island, Georgia. It is also located about 15 miles away from Historic Savannah Georgia. For much of the 19th century, masonry fortifications were the United States’ main defense against overseas enemies. However, during the Civil War, new technology proved its superiority to these forts. The Union army used rifled cannon and compelled the Confederate garrison inside Fort Pulaski to surrender. The siege was a landmark experiment in the history of military science and invention.
A massive five-sided edifice, Fort Pulaski was constructed in the 1830s and 1840s on Cockspur Island at the mouth of the Savannah River. Fort Pulaski National Monument has one of the best preserved nineteenth century masonry fortifications in the United States.
Fort Pulaski National Monument - Facebook (1)
With diverse terrain ranging from sun-dappled trails to marsh and small beaches, Fort Pulaski is ideal for history buffs and nature lovers alike. Civil War landmark with ranger tours, musket & canon firings plus riverfront hiking & biking trails.
The monument was named after the Revolutionary War Hero Casimir Pulaski and was established as a National Monument by President Calvin Coolidge in October of 1924.
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Today the National Park Service strives to protect restore and manage the Fort Pulaski National Monument for all people to enjoy The construction of Fort Pulaski began in early 1829 and was initially overseen by Major Samuel Babcock. Unfortunately the Major had some major health issues so the burden of construction fell to a recent West Point graduate Robert E. Lee. Lee was transferred in 1831 and Lieutenant Joseph K. F. Mansfield took charge of the fort’s construction until its completion in 1845.
Fort Pulaski didn’t see very much excitement until 134 men from the State Militia seized the fort a little bit before Georgia officially seceded from the Union on January 19 1861. It was kept under Confederate control for more than a year and then on April 10-11 Union Brigadier General Quincy Adams Gillmore began his assault against the Confederates soldiers in the fort.
After 30 hours of mortars and rifled canons bombarding the fort a breach was made in the south east wall. This forced Confederate Colonel Charles H. Olmstead to surrender. With the union in control the fort was used to house the captured Confederate prisoners and also as a storage area for the ammunition taken from Fort McAllister after its fall in December 1864.
Fort Pulaski, GA. 041123.
So this and the one before this are from yesterday's shoot, I love the mysterious feel of this one and I love the sad feel and vibe of the next one...
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Striving to obtain and maintain all the virtues is very hard work, for sin is so much easier and often more fun in the short term. But why do you and I want to think long term on such mind-boggling serious subjects? Just asking myself and friends, like Plato, Socrates, and others did not too long ago. Have a tremendous Saturday and life long loved.
EXPLORE # 156 on Sunday, September 30, 2007
Kaizen is the Japanese concept of continual improvement, striving for perfection in everything you undertake. It flows from the idea of Ikigai, or having a reason for being. A job is never just a job - it is a chance to do something perfectly. So when some plants in a garden need protection from freezing weather, the gardener doesn’t just throw some plastic sheeting over them. No, he constructs this amazing rice straw armor to battle the elements and emerge victorious in the Spring.
“Things that never die;
the pure, the bright, the beautiful,
that stirred our hearts in youth,
the impulses to wordless prayer,
the streams of love and truth,
the longing after something lost,
the spirit's yearning cry,
the striving after better hopes
- These things can never die.
The timid hand stretched forth to aid a brother in his need,
A kindly word in grief's dark hour that proves a friend indeed,
The plea for mercy softly breathed, when justice threatens high,
The sorrow of a contrite heart - These things shall never die.
Let nothing pass, for every hand must find some work to do,
Lose not a chance to waken love - be firm and just and true.
So shall a light that cannot fade, beam on thee from on high,
and angel voices say to thee - These things shall never die.”
- Charles Dickens
Note:
Roney is one among 15.000 lost children still roaming the streets of São Paulo.
It is in deepest regret and sadness that I inform you of Roney's cold-blooded murder on the early morning hours of January 15th. May he find peace wherever his journey has taken him.......
IMPORTANT NOTE:
On June 27th. we also lost our beloved Claudiney.
We strive to harness the storms within—the insanity, the sadness, the joy—and transmute them. To deny this calling is to surrender to the madness instead…
.ONE HUNDRED THIRTY-SEVEN
“I am satisfied with the mystery of the eternity of life and with the awareness and a glimpse of the marvelous structure of the existing world, together with the devoted striving to comprehend a portion, be it ever so tiny, of the Reason that manifest”
Albert Einstein
"The man with insight enough to admit his limitations comes nearest to perfection." Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
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Sorry for the late post everyone. I've been pretty busy recently and simply haven't had as much time to concentrate on my photography as I should. I know I owe you all some QUALITY images, and am striving to continue to deliver. But please hang with me for a couple of weeks as I wrap up and push some other Extra-Curricular Activities aside (I am involved in WAY too much right now).
ANYWAYS
This shot was taken up top of Tarzan's Tree house. If you've never visited the Tree house during a sunset, I certainly recommend it - as the views there are outstanding! Although if you can, I'd recommend going when Fantasmic is dark but the river is still in service - that way you still get to see the Columbia and Mark Twain instead of some ugly light poles.
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for the imagoism thursday discussion and, as always, dedicated to the vision and prose of Virgie, aka imago2007...you're the best, V! :-)
happy imagoism thursday...HiT na HiT...and have a good thursday, y'all!