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Larvae of the Pale Tussock Moth.
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ISO 1000 1/160th @ f/11
The natural beauty of this caterpillar warrants it a place in my gallery, but what brought it to my attention was that it had the temerity to drop down the neck of my shirt whilst I was gardening ! I believe the identification to be correct , but I am no moth expert. If anyone can confirm / deny or identify I should be grateful. It was 3cm long and the spines were pale blue.
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Featuring:
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The war banners had fallen months ago, swallowed by mud and rain in a faraway land forgotten by Gods.
Men who once shouted his name were now names carved into stone, and the steel he carried had grown heavy.
Heavier than it had ever been.
As he arrived, no trumpets were waiting for him. No heralds. No cheering crowd.
Only her.
She was standing there, dressed in autumn's crimson, as if the trees had lent her its last withered leaves.
Tiny lights nestled in the folds of her gown like scattered petals of light.
She had always loved impossible things, and him being back felt like that… impossible.
He stopped before her but could not speak.
There were too many ghosts trapped in his throat.
It felt like moment stopped for a second.
As he was standing there there, she looked at him.
First the dried blood on his halberd.
Then the dents in his armor.
Finaly, his face under the helm
She understood.
No words were needed.
After a moment, she reached for the hand still holding the weapon.
“You came back”, she said.
It was not triumph.
Not accusation.
Only truth.
“I did”, he answered, though it sounded less like victory than surrender.
She stepped closer then, close enough that even the cold iron of him could feel her warmth.
In the fading light of that moment, no kingdom mattered.
No battle remained.
Only them.
He turned toward the road and spoke: “Time to go home.”
Together they walked on.
There was only the long road behind them.
The past was written.
And the life still waiting ahead.
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🏰 Fantasy Faire (23/04 - 10/05)
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• Toggleable Mane and Helmet Holds
• Pristine and Tarnished versions
• Comes with textura HUD
• PBR Textures (Fallback included)
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• Three sizes: Small. Medium. Large
• Animated with 8 Custom Holds, 6 Battle poses
• Comes with Texture HUD
• PBR Textures (Fallback included)
• Includes Blood & Wrap Options
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• PBR Texutres (Fallback included)
• 11 Textures. Hundreds of Combinations
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• Has option to add Plume to Helmet
• Helmet ON and Helmet Holds (Left and Right) options
• Click to toggle Helmet Visor Up and Down
• Customizable Chest Overlay
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• PBR Textures (Fallback Included)
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Bassetts Liquorice Allsorts
Who would have thought that these cheap and frankly horrible liquorice allsorts sweets (candies) would be translucent when a little light is pushed into them from behind. I think the person who had the temerity to name these things liquorice should be put before a judge and jury and asked to put up a defence for this crime against proper liquorice! (Please don't sue me Bassets .)
Shot for the Macro Mondays theme of 'Candy'.
Olympus EM1Markii, Pentax 50mm f/2.8 Macro lens.
While Snugs is very patient of my relationship with the interloper, curmudgeon Lu, here she was showing her non impressed face that Lu had the temerity to enter the house looking for her treats. I don’t allow Lu to stay in the house despite her many attempts but on the occasions of these slips, Snugs doesn’t really react but stays at a distance and keeps a close eye on, the often frantic proceedings, where I am trying to usher Lu out and where she is growling and hissing at my attempts. But when I bring the treats outside to the bowl, Lu retreats and settles down with a purr, growl and munching.
So happy Caturday from a wonderful gentle, patient girl, Snugs and myself, the wayward owner 😊💕☘️
Black head and neck with a white chinstrap. Brown body, varies in shades geographically. Typically in large flocks, pairs or family groups. Grazes on land and up-ends in the water to reach submerged aquatic vegetation. Listen for loud ‘honk.’ (eBird)
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Canada Geese are fierce defenders of their families and are big enough to do damage to intruders. This mother was defending her nest from birders who had the temerity to approach just a little too closely!
Shirley's Bay, Ottawa, Ontario, Canada. May 2011.
Photos and contest are protected by copyright, Gio F. Copyright © 2015 - All rights reserved For any use need my written permission
Pensavo e intravvedevo,
tornando sulla strada con l’auto, e percorrendo piccoli tratti, cose di ogni giorno per qualcuno di voi, il recarsi a fare compere necessarie, con una lista di cose d’acquistare.
E se dellle volte non si fa caso a ciò che passa davanti, oggi guardavo scorrere i paesaggi e sentivo un po’ il richiamo della natura.
Dovendo scegliere fra la strada più breve, ma cementificata e costruita, ho scelto il passaggio fra piccoli paesi e campi, e come il solito coi limiti di velocità.
Nel finesettimana, non è male viaggiare piano e dare uno sguardo fuori.
Ho scelto di spegnere l’aria condizionata ed abbassare il finestrino, si susseguono,campi di mais con piantine verdi, appezzamenti biondi di grano, qualche gradino di viti ancora acerbe, fiori che vogliono farsi strada dai cancelli, in fondo alberi distanti che osservano stupefatti i colori diversi che accompagnano il volgersi della nascita dei nuovi girasoli.
Ho lasciato alle spalle parte della terra che aveva mio padre, , vi è nato del grano, prima che venga mietuto l’ho voluto riprendere.
Mi fa pensare all’esistenza, c’è una poesia è di emily dickinson, la ricordo per letteratura inglese, parla dell’esistenza è un’insegnamento magnifico:
Di emily dickinson :
Each life converges to some centre
Expressed or still;
Exists in every human nature
A goal,
Admitted scarcely to itself, it may be,
Too fair
For credibility's temerity
To do.
Adored with caution, as a brittle heaven,
To reach
Were hopeless as the rainbow's raiment
To touch,
Yet persevered toward, surer for the distance;
How high
Unto the saints' slow diligence
The sky!
Ungained, it may be, by a life's low venture,
But then,
Eternity enables the endeavoring
Again.
Molto bella e per tutti.
In sostanza dice che ogni esistenza ha un proprio motivo di esistere, parla di vite, di cieli, di arcobaleni, di eternità.
Di unicità di ogni singolo essere, ed è vero, quel che non si può fare lo si completerà.
Questa poesia è la vita. Ad ognuno il proprio ruolo diceva questa scrittrice. L’ho sempre amata.
E’ una di quelle scrittrici che parlava della natura, come se diventasse lei stessa agente all’interno di essa.
Parlavo ad una persona di questo tempo fa, Qui in queste pagine.
Dedico a lei questo senza bisogno di dire, tu comprendi un puntino!.
Non importa se leggerai, se non verrai…
Importa rileggere la poesia e so per certo che tu questo ogni tanto lo fai.
Io la posto ora anche per ricordare…E per dire che la natura tutta la amo, comprese le creature.
Gio
The legend of this castle says that Charles VIII rewarded a certain Lafon, commoner by birth, for his bravery and temerity during the Italian military campaigns by making him a knight.
The king granted him also the privilege of building towers and machicolation, a right then reserved to the nobility.
The knight of Lafon also chose a star for his coat-of-arms, The Castle is in the beautiful village of Autoire , Lot , France
Snowflakes in the air, blowing in the faces of those with the temerity to be outdoors and dusting the ground, but the ocean doesn't notice. A nice view, in good weather and bad. Happy Bench Monday!
Fantasy Faire 2026 is already in full swing
Apr 23 - May 10
Jump in to the Faire at Fairelands Junction maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Fairelands%20Junction/144/...
Shopping Guide : fantasyfairesl.wordpress.com/shopping-guide-2026/
FOE has released 2 new items for the Faire!
High Temerity Halberd
- a fantastic and brutal two handed weapon with poses and multiple textures
Tarnished Texture Pack for the Warrior From The Stars Armor
- level up the amazing Warrior From The Stars Armor with a tarnished look in multiple textures/colours for each piece of the armor.
Pick them up at the Ben Tom Roi land during the Faire
maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Ben%20Tom%20Roi/188/160/62
Both will be available at FOE mainstore after the event
FOE Linktree linktr.ee/_foe
Also at the event from Stelio - Third Eye Mask CORRUPT Version
and from outside the event...
From Utopia at The Men's Department
Apr 5 - 30
maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/TMD/125/169/22
LEON 2.0 EvoX Skin
- 2K
- Brows/no brows
- Made for Velour body skins
- Includes shape for Eon
After the event you can pick up LEON 2.0 from
Utopia Mainstore maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Hashira/207/97/4
From Opulein at The Fifty Event
Apr 25 - May 20
maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/The%20Fifty/94/96/777
"Marrie" Hairstyle
- Includes 2K EvoX Hairbase with unrigged bun with accesory
- 5 Colour Packs
- Tintable version included in B&W pack
- Mod/copy
After the event you can pick up Marrie at
Opulein Mainstore maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Opulein/138/118/21
Other stuff:-
duckie - strangled evox NS Tint (new)
LELUTKA - KRIS 4.0
FOE - Warrior From the Stars Armor (Legacy Male)
MESHBODY - Legacy (m) Athletic (1.7.1)
PICASSO - HOMME Skin for Legacy (FIT/WINTER) Picasso Neck
Dreadmorne - Demonoid Eyes - Inverse Vibrant [Purple] - [Cat]
The Spotted Sandpiper was nonplussed by the intimidation of the Common Merganser (as seen in the previous image www.flickr.com/photos/luminouscompositions/54481501925/in... ), since it had spotted a food item and wasn’t going to let some bluster interfere with procuring the necessities. {And indeed, the larger duck seems uncertain how to take the temerity of its smaller neighbour.} Once the sandpiper had swallowed down its tidbit, it proceeded on its way. This tableau took place at the Inglewood Bird Sanctuary in Calgary, Alberta, Canada.
Photo 2/2
The Blue Jay.
No brigadier throughout the year
So civic as the jay.
A neighbor and a warrior too,
With shrill felicity
Pursuing winds that censure us
A February day,
The brother of the universe
Was never blown away.
The snow and he are intimate;
I 've often seen them play
When heaven looked upon us all
With such severity,
I felt apology were due
To an insulted sky,
Whose pompous frown was nutriment
To their temerity.
The pillow of this daring head
Is pungent evergreens;
His larder -- terse and militant --
Unknown, refreshing things;
His character a tonic,
His future a dispute;
Unfair an immortality
That leaves this neighbor out.
-Emily Dickinson
As noted by JJ Audubon: "The Black-poll Warbler is a gentle bird, by no means afraid of man, although it pursues some of its smaller enemies with considerable courage. The sight of a Canadian Jay excites it greatly, as that marauder often sucks its eggs, or swallows its young. In a few instances I have seen the Jay confounded by the temerity of its puny assailant.
The occurrence of this species so far north in the breeding season, and the curious diversity of its habits in different parts of the vast extent of country which it traverses, are to me quite surprising..". Birds of America.
Forest Lawn Cemetery, Burnaby, BC.
A shot from back in my Rebel days (Canon Rebel that is). I'm still screwing around with old photos in Lightroom while I try to find the temerity to get into Photoshop. Am I the only one who finds PS completely intimidating? It's as if the shear power of the program keeps me away from discovering all it can possibly do for me.
Highlighting new items from GENUS, that work with GENUS MorphTOON. The PIXIE HAZE tears, animated Eyeshine and PIXIES SKIN (in fun tones). Currently this is at Dubai and after at the Mainstore (you can get the MORPHtoon parts at the Mainstore.)
GENUS - PIXIE HAZE - Tears - 2K BOM - Tintable
GENUS - PIXIE HAZE - Eye shine - animated
GENUS - Skin - PIXIE - Lavender - Brows - 2K BOM
At the Mainstore
GENUS MORPHtoon - LipMorph Bubblegum, NoseMorph Snuggle, Head Base BJD Doll Triangle and EyeMorph Oni
New at Fantasy Faire from FOE, the High Temerity Halberd and Tarnished Texture Pack for the Warrior From The Stars Armor. After Fantasy Fair get it at the Mainstore.
FOE x High Temerity Halberd (S)
FOE x the Warrior From The Stars Armor Armor (eBody Reborn)
Random Matter - Eudora - Moth Halo
REBORN by eBODY v2.0
*LODE* Head Accessory - Violets [original]
+ Fairy Wings (size S) Bento + {Aii & Ego}
bonbon - kairo hair - (fit)
More wabi-sabi, this was a lovely white petalled tulip from my wife's front garden that had the temerity to lose its petals, but the leaves remained. I set up the stem upside down, so the top end is the healed spot where it was snipped to drink from a vase of water. As usual, I'm interested the way the forms move around the frame, and the color and texture.
The result of a multi-image focus stack, this image should reward pretty close examination. Maximum viewing size on your computer can be found by opening the image in a separate window, making that window maximum size, typing the letter "L" on the keyboard, and then clicking the cursor as long as a '+' appears in it, typically twice.
If you find this image to your liking, you can find more wabi-sabi - and an account of my understanding of the meaning of that term - in my wabi-sabi album, and more tulips in my Tulips album.
BTW, I've taken to putting a white rim around these images on black because, on my iPhone flickr app, it is otherwise difficult to discern the image's edges. I made it tiny because, while large mats look lovely on my desktop monitor, they make it hard for my tired old eyes to view an image on my iPhone's small screen.
"When I pronounce the word Future,
the first syllable already belongs to the past.
When I pronounce the word Silence,
I destroy it.
When I pronounce the word Nothing,
I make something no non-being can hold."
~ Wisława Anna Szymborska (‘The Three Oddest Words’)
'Nothing', according to the poet and literature Nobel laureate, Wisława Szymborska, is something no non-being can hold. If the double negative in that last sentence gave you a pause, no blame nah be yours. It’s something, that ‘Nothing’! If you allow me, I have gathered three ways to interpret the whims of that last line.
One… the word ‘Nothing’ has a meaning and therefore is not really nothing.
Two… canceling out the double negative, the line reads: ‘Nothing’ can be held by a ‘being’. A being who breathes, feels, suffers, and cries. A being can hold ‘Nothing’ in his existence, heartbeat, or emotion. Occasionally, ‘Nothing’ is everything one can hold. It’s not easy to not hold something while holding the entirety of its mighty weight. ‘Nothing’ is then the being. The being is then ‘Nothing’.
Three… with the temerity of a snail that wants to travel the world… I interpreted that last line as the photograph above. In layers, ‘Nothing’ is everything, which no non-being can hold.
His tail slightly fanned in agitation at several American Goldfinches that had the temerity to be using HIS feeder. He scared them off pretty quick and had a good snack.
This slightly cropped shot from yesterday afternoon of what I think is a juvenile female greater-spotted woodpecker (Dendrocopos major) (thank you Graham and Gary) as there is no red on the nape of its neck. She attacked a Starling that had the temerity of trying to feed from the other side of the feeder! She was back this morning with the feeder to herself while 16 Goldfinches squabbled over who should feed from the 10 seed feeding perches.
Far from the usual wisdom of my photos of Venice, here is a colorful fantasy that will allow me to support this gray and rainy day :-) Excuse my temerity!
Have a good end of week!
Loin de la sagesse habituelle de mes photos de Venise, voici une petite fantaisie colorée qui me permettra de supporter cette journée grise et pluvieuse :-) Pardonnez mon coup de folie!
Bon week-end à tous!
Lontano dalla consueta saggezza delle mie foto di Venezia, ecco una fantasia colorata che mi permetterà di sostenere questa giornata grigia e piovosa :-) Perdona il mio ardire!
Buon fine di settimana!
It is the Distinguished Company at the Bijou Planks!
Today we see John Paul Jones. John Paul Jones was a Revolutionary War hero known as the father of the U.S. Navy. Born in Scotland in 1747, Jones came to America as a merchant sailor. When the American Revolution broke out, Jones sided with the colonists and joined the Continental Navy, with his greatest victory coming from his against-all-odds defeat of the British warship Serapis in 1779.
In his early command, Jones sailed from the Delaware River in February 1776 aboard Alfred on the Continental Navy's maiden cruise. It was aboard this vessel that Jones took the honor of hoisting the first U.S. ensign−the Grand Union Flag−over a naval vessel.
With great skill and temerity, Jones began attacking British ships off the American coastline and expanded his operations from there. He captained the USS Providence, sailing to Nova Scotia and capturing British vessels.
Soon after, he took command of Ranger and set course to France, where his vessel was saluted by the French Admiral La Motte Piquet — the first American vessel ever to be recognized by a foreign power.
In 1779 Jones would go down in history as one of the greatest naval commanders of the Revolutionary War. En route to raid British shipping, Jones’ warship, Bon Homme Richard (named after Benjamin Franklin), came head to head with the more powerful English warship HMS Serapis off the North Sea.
After three hours of relentless gun fire between the two vessels, Jones slammed Bon Homme into Serapis, strategically tying them together. When the British asked if Jones was ready to surrender, he famously responded: “I have not yet begun to fight!”
After Jones and his crew continued their attack on Serapis, causing severe damage, it was the British who ultimately surrendered. Jones’ surprise victory against the better-equipped British naval ship had turned him into an international hero.
John Paul Jones. A distinguished individual!
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A year of the shows and performers of the Bijou Planks Theater.
National Historical Society
John Paul Jones
Fine Pewter
1980
We all know that the highest compliment one artist can give to another is "I wish I had done that." I find myself saying that a lot when I look at the work of Larry Tuckman.
The piece he is holding is one that he recently displayed at an art show. I had seen it online before, but I absolutely fell in love with it when I saw the print. I told Larry I would NEVER hang another photographers work in my place, but in this case, I would gladly make an exception.
When he came in to work today, he had the picture printed and framed. I wouldn't have the temerity to show the whole piece (in my mind, that reeks of plagiarism), but I felt I had to pay some kind of homage to someone whose work I truly respect.
Dennis PAX V with Dennis bodywork at Holywell Cross Chesterfield Derbyshire September 1995. New in 1968 to Llandudno Urban District Council later Aberconwy.
It comes as a reminder of those heady days of a mini bus war during the mid-90s, when upstart Peakbus had the temerity to 'poke the bear' that was Chesterfield Transport. With an eclectic mix of buses and coaches the battle lines were drawn, no less than with this bus, one of two originally supplied to Llandudno UDC to serve the town and the Great Orme. Am led to believe that it still exists in the hands of a preservationist. Built long before the advent of low-floor, as one climbed into its step entrance, you felt a great achievement upon reaching your seat. The battle was short but not sweet, although it certainly provided much entertainment for the enthusiast.
The main feature of the Photo is the war memorial situated in the middle of North Bridge, and is in commemoration to the soldiers of the King's Own Scottish Borderers killed in campaigns between 1878 and 1902.
Then reading the photo from left to right
The “Gothic Tower” (circa 1792) siting behind the circular “Dugald Stewart Monument” (1831) was the location of the original Edinburgh City Observatory. The Observatory is now in the building with the appearance of a “Greek temple” called the Playfair Building, after its designer William Playfair.
The Obelisk in the fore ground, was erected in 1844 by The Friends of Parliamentary Reform, to the men that were martyred in 1793 and 1794 when they were transported to Australia, for having the temerity to ask for the vote for ordinary working men.
To the far right top is the “Nelson Monument” which sits on the highest point of “Calton Hill”, On top of the tower is a time ball, a large ball which was raised and lowered to mark the time. It was installed in 1853 to act as a time signal to the ships in Edinburgh's port of Leith, and to ships at the anchorage in the Firth of Forth.It is raised just before 1pm, and at precisely 1pm, is dropped from atop the mast and signals the firing of “The One O’Clock Gun” from Edinburgh Castle.
The Turreted building on bottom right is the Governor’s House (1817) and is all that remains of “Calton Jail”, once the largest prison in Scotland, until recently it was used as offices for Scottish Government.
As noted by JJ Audubon: "The Black-poll Warbler is a gentle bird, by no means afraid of man, although it pursues some of its smaller enemies with considerable courage. The sight of a Canadian Jay excites it greatly, as that marauder often sucks its eggs, or swallows its young. In a few instances I have seen the Jay confounded by the temerity of its puny assailant.
The occurrence of this species so far north in the breeding season, and the curious diversity of its habits in different parts of the vast extent of country which it traverses, are to me quite surprising..". Birds of America.
(Sturnella neglecta) near Eagles Nest Ranch, Sidley Mtn Rd, Bridesville, BC.
This series, longer than it needs to be, is my response to jerry Herzig from Lethbridge, AB, who had the temerity to chide me some weeks ago because my Meadowlark images failed to display the V on the bird's upper breast and throat.... Hope you like 'em my friend!
324/365 Work with textures
The Blue Jay
by Emily Dickinson
No brigadier throughout the year
So civic as the jay.
A neighbor and a warrior too,
With shrill felicity
Pursuing winds that censure us
A February day,
The brother of the universe
Was never blown away.
The snow and he are intimate;
I 've often seen them play
When heaven looked upon us all
With such severity,
I felt apology were due
To an insulted sky,
Whose pompous frown was nutriment
To their temerity.
The pillow of this daring head
Is pungent evergreens;
His larder -- terse and militant --
Unknown, refreshing things;
His character a tonic,
His future a dispute;
Unfair an immortality
That leaves this neighbor out.
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Once again my friend Suman has allowed me to work with his beautiful and amazing photos, I'm so grateful and I really found inspiration to work with them.
This is the work that I've been doing so far: Suman's Birds
Textured background by: 'Playingwithbrushes' Thanks a lot Renee!!
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This gray wolf is another radio-collared member of Yellowstone's wild Wapiti Lake pack. Like its mates, it too had been feeding on the bison carcass for several days, so it had plenty of energy to spare. Here it is burning off a little of that energy chasing coyotes that had the temerity to show up and feed on the by-now quite diminished carcass. It was a great demonstration of how "fast-twitch" a wolf can be. The coyotes took off, likewise at top speed, not wanting to tangle with a fellow canid three times their size. The wolves made a show of it but did not pursue the 'yotes, which had scattered across the road from the carcass and proceeded to yip and howl for another 5 minutes. One of them screamed so awfully I thought a wolf had it in its jaws, but it was just being a drama queen and it and its pack-mates would live to return to the carcass for refills later that day.
This Sparrowhawk has been on the prowl for last two days, making multiple visits to my garden. Here it is perched on the back of my pickup truck and was last seen chasing a Blue Tit down my lane, after the Blue tit had the temerity to appear in the hedge just above where this photo was taken.
The Blue Tit returned several minutes later with it's mate so all is well! ... I hope!
This is an oldie that I have kept back until today. The day after I shot this the socials were awash with aurora shots. Some fantastic landscapes that were well composed with beautiful skies. There was also the plethora of novice shots from people who do not know how to set their ISO, shutter speed and white balance and gave us the Kermit in a blender shots. There are those who, to demonstrate their creativity, move all the sliders to the right. In a week when the Royal family are getting slagged off for having the temerity of publishing an edited family shot, I am not moralising. I have both got the settings wrong and oversaturated images in the past......present.......future!!!
I have cropped this image in post but have left a touch of the moon clipping the top edge above the stones. The point being this was a very bright night and thus the Northern Lights were not showing as a deep green. When friends tell me that they are heading north on holiday, to catch the Aurora, my first, tentative question, is where in its cycle is the moon going to be? So, if you are planning to go on holiday to catch the lights my top tip is to aim to go when the moon is at its smallest in the sky.You can never guarantee seeing the Aurora, but if they do show, you will have a better chance of catching a great show.But, I'm no expert.
Thinking I was being smart, I popped along to these standing stones to get a different foreground, to find a couple of well known local pro's had got there before me!
Dennis PAX V with Dennis bodywork at Holywell Cross Chesterfield Derbyshire September 1995. New in 1968 to Llandudno Urban District Council later Aberconwy.
It comes as a reminder of those heady days of a mini bus war during the mid-90s, when upstart Peakbus had the temerity to 'poke the bear' that was Chesterfield Transport. With an eclectic mix of buses and coaches the battle lines were drawn, no less than with this bus, one of two originally supplied to Llandudno UDC to serve the town and the Great Orme. Am led to believe that it still exists in the hands of a preservationist. Built long before the advent of low-floor, as one climbed into its step entrance, you felt a great achievement upon reaching your seat. The battle was short but not sweet, although it certainly provided much entertainment for the enthusiast.
# 175~365 Work with textures
The Blue Jay
by Emily Dickinson
No brigadier throughout the year
So civic as the jay.
A neighbor and a warrior too,
With shrill felicity
Pursuing winds that censure us
A February day,
The brother of the universe
Was never blown away.
The snow and he are intimate;
I 've often seen them play
When heaven looked upon us all
With such severity,
I felt apology were due
To an insulted sky,
Whose pompous frown was nutriment
To their temerity.
The pillow of this daring head
Is pungent evergreens;
His larder -- terse and militant --
Unknown, refreshing things;
His character a tonic,
His future a dispute;
Unfair an immortality
That leaves this neighbor out.
~~♥~~
Once again my friend Suman has allowed me to work with his beautiful and amazing photos, I'm so grateful and I really found inspiration to work with it.
Textured background by: 'Playingwithbrushes' Thanks a lot Renee !
I also used two textures: SkeletalMess ~SomeWould2
and Shadowhouse Creation (Aged-Frame-Backside)
Thank you very much Jerry !
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A lily (arum lily of some sort?) from the Ninfarium at Aberglasney www.aberglasney.org/index.php?page=ninfarium
A tunnel leading to St James' Cemetery from Liverpool Cathedral, in Liverpool, Merseyside.
It is about 8 feet wide and 12 feet high and follows a downward slope from just to the left of the main Cathedral entrance. While it has been called a natural arch it contains chisel marks on the walls and roof point to the fact that at some point the need was felt to widen it. It is possible that the tunnel used to extended further than today.
In 1832 it was written:
Lighted by only one opening to the surface of the ground, rendering the subterranean passage sufficiently sombre and frightful to inspire the legendry muse with many a rich fireside tale of fairies, sprites and hobgoblins, which, according to the chronicles of those gone by times, performed their nightly vigils on, or near this spot, to the great terror of every schoolboy and nursery-maid who had the temerity to venture through this darksome way.
Today, tombstones line the sides of this tunnel. Visitors are recommended to pay close attention to the walls, where the names of long dead stonemasons have carved their names.
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It has always been a fascination for me to see these boatmen at see in the Wouri , Douala; Cameroon. The dexterity and temerity that they show with their boats are only matched by the incredible fear and mysticism that most in Cameroon attribute to deep sea in general. But make no mistake, these guys are at work too and Douala is lucky to have an endless supply of fresh fish and other ocean delicacies.
Stop me, stop me stop me. Stop me if feel that you've seen this pic before, as this is the original photo I attempted to recreate in charcoal. This is the real Filey Brigg, a long narrow peninsula at the end of Filey bay in North Yorkshire and home to the legend of the Parkin and the Dragon. A legend which some of you had the temerity to question the veracity of. Have faith please dear followers.
If any of you actually read my ramblings you will be all too familiar with some of my nonsense; clearly my family are too. Watching the Pilot whales on Blue Planet this evening, I happened to remark to my kids 'Oh, I made a Whale at work today'. The statement, not without truth I add, was greeted very nonchalantly with a couple of raised eyebrows from Will and Ed and a 'cool' from Emily. I should point out that making whales is not really part of my job description!
The music choice today is courtesy of Lindsey. Following her lovely post yesterday www.flickr.com/photos/lindsey1611/38493916082/in/contacts/ , Cut Out Shapes naturally sprang to mind. This track will you will either love or hate; I'd be interested to know which, but I do think they were a great band, one of the many which I sadly never got to see. Anyway give it 4 minutes and 37 seconds of your life if you can manage that long.
You gotta keep a close eye on little Hector in particular, when you have the temerity to wear nylons in his presence. But even Mittens has his mischievous moments. 😜💖
Great public artworks call out to the passerby. Masterpieces begin a conversation. Stan Douglas’s new mural depicting the 1971 Gastown riots, now suspended in the atrium of the redone Woodward’s building (steps from the site of the actual riots), will strike up more conversation than any other artwork in town. Hanging midair at the heart of the city’s new melting pot, it depicts some of the hundreds of hippies who suffered police brutality after convening at Maple Tree Square one summer day to protest undercover drug squads. Officers charged the crowds on horseback and beat protesters with batons. It’s an embarrassing scene of misconduct that the police have tried hard to put to rest. The finished work is a massive reminder though, stretching 50 by 30 feet. The title Douglas gave it, Abbott & Cordova, 7 August 1971, is dry and prosaic enough to register his interest in historical rigour. In fact, he spent six months researching historical details (“I wanted to know what was right, from the signage down to the garbage can”); then there were six weeks of pre-production (building the elaborate street set); three days of shooting; and two months of post-production. The final computer file cost $550,000 to create and, after construction costs are considered, the price is over $1 million.
We often think of photographs as moments of witnessing. But what Douglas has delivered to the city is a moment of re-witnessing, reassessing. As Vancouver steps toward the 2010 Games, when its citizens will be more policed, more monitored, more scrutinized than ever, this mural insists we have always had the temerity to watch our watcher.
Look at it in original size.
The #FlickrFriday #Tower challenge
This is Big Ben, right? Well, no. Big Ben is the name of the mighty unseen bell inside the tower. It rings hourly, once for every hour shown on the clockface which, being able to maintain constant accuracy to within a second, is among the most accurate mechanical large clocks in the world. Its timing is maintained by a small stack of pre-decimal pennies carried upon the pendulum. Adding or removing a coin affects the timing by +/- 0.4 seconds a day so keeping good time is merely a matter of juggling the pennies. Who needs these atomic clock thingies anyway?
The tower we always call Big Ben forms part of The Palace of Westminster where the British Parliament sits. Formerly known as The Clock Tower, it was renamed in honour of HM Queen Elizabeth II to mark her Diamond Jubilee in 2012.
The large, intimidating, round-shouldered figure, clad in a military greatcoat and leaning on a cane, which frames the tower in my photograph is the statue of Sir Winston Churchill who faces Parliament and glares from Parliament Square at those who may have the temerity to enter it. Queen Elizabeth had been invited to unveil the statue but, while she attended the ceremony, she declined that honour in favour of his widow, Lady Clementine Churchill, a very gracious act and a true mark of the lady. Churchill was the first of Queen Elizabeth’s fifteen prime ministers and was famous for his leadership during The Second World War. He was also famous for his witticisms. They are many, but a favourite of mine occurred when Churchill, upon learning he was to be knighted by King George VI shortly after losing the first post war general election, commented “Why should I accept the Order of The Garter from His Majesty when his people have just given me The Order of The Boot?”
Her Majesty appointed her last prime minister two days before she died, three days ago, her recent passing making The Elizabeth Tower with Churchill, her first prime minister, an appropriate subject for this week’s challenge. Her 70-year reign is a record unlikely ever to be surpassed. Two out of three Brits say they have either met her or seen her in person. Nine out of ten of the world’s population have only ever known one British monarch who has witnessed and overseen huge change while keeping the institution relevant.
Monarchy has its detractors, certainly, and strong, valid arguments are deployed against it. They highlight the cost of the monarchy, but usually fail to count the receipts provided by those who come to visit us because of it, sometimes implicitly assuming that an alternative republican presidential leadership would come free of charge. They disregard the soft power the monarchy provides, ignoring the manner in which Her Majesty was always received by her fellow world leaders, and the crowds who turned out to see her. Its most serious failing is that one can only be preordained to be the British Head of State (ie the monarch). Unless one is born into the right family at precisely the right time, one simply cannot rule as king or queen of The United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland. Queen Elizabeth only became monarch because of the abdication of her uncle, King Edward VIII which caused her own father, the then Prince George (who was King Edward's younger brother) unexpectedly to become King George VI. This led to her, as his eldest child, becoming heir to the throne, and the event altered the line of succession into perpetuity.
While succession is unambiguous, unlimited (by time) rule through the accident of birth cannot be defended using modern, enlightened argument. Brits are subjects and can never vote in or out their head of state. Neither (currently) may those in the realms such as Australia and New Zealand who retain the British monarch as their own head of state although, being independent, democratic countries, that must be a matter for them to address when and if they feel the need. Constitutional Monarchy is an anachronism, but it works for The UK, so on that basis I will defend it!
First, those who can vote for their head of state may end up with genuine, talented people such as Mr Obama, Mr Mandela, M. Macron or Frau Merkel as their head of state ... but others end up with (err) a different kind of leader. You know who you are guys! Indeed both Hitler and Putin were voted into office. The former could never have been voted out and there seems little prospect of that happening to the latter, either. Recent and current experience therefore demonstrates that the democratic process (or merely an alleged one in some cases) provides no guarantee of quality, a feature it has in common with the accident of birth, but at least the latter may be prepared for their calling, in King Charles' case, for over 73 years, and for over 40 (and counting) for Prince William.
Second, I was never destined for high office and have never so aspired. It follows therefore that I would never have sought any office of president, and I submit that that is the case for most people, and that is just as well. That argument implies that the pool of people who may realistically aspire to be a head of state is really very small. OK, if we have a Mandela, Obama or some such person tucked away, our system may be hard on them, and arguably hard on the rest of us due to us being deprived of their talents. However those incredibly ambitious and talented folk have opportunities for British influence in many fields of endeavour including politics, the armed forces, industry and entertainment. Recognition is available twice a year through the honours system. The hours may well be better in the end too. They may also get to retire.
Third, from the perspective of The Realms (if this Brit may be so presumptuous), they get a head of state for free. We Brits pick up the tab. Their own prime ministers do a perfectly good job of running their countries, so why bother with an extra layer of leadership?. That of course could equally apply to the UK.
Fourth, and inextricably linked to the previous arguments, the British model is ceremonial. The monarch has the right to be informed, to advise and to warn. That is it. They therefore have influence, namely the ear of the elected prime minister who correspondingly is free to accept or reject the counsel of the monarch as seen fit following the weekly audience. The monarch wields no actual power. Although constitutionally a monarch may refuse Royal Assent (approval) of legislation which has already passed through both Houses of Parliament, doing so would cause a serious constitutional crisis. The last time Parliament and monarch confronted each other (in the 1640s), King Charles I literally lost his head following The English Civil War. This defined the supremacy of Parliament over the unelected monarch, resulting in a brief English republic led by Oliver Cromwell who styled himself Lord Protector. He too was unelected, having actually been appointed by force of arms through a parliament which could not exactly claim for itself the moral high ground of universal suffrage. Cromwell ruled as a dictator, becoming so unpopular that the monarchy was reinstated a couple of years after his death, ending the twelve year English experiment with republicanism. Some may believe that over 350 years down the track, it may be time to revisit the question. On the basis that decisions made by societies should not bind their descendants to excess, that would seem fair. Her Majesty's passing places The UK at a crossroads. Like Her Majesty before him, King Charles III will have to prove himself to His subjects, both near and far, and that is as it should be. Revolution is not necessary. Gentle transition however may occur.
Overall, remember that the 96 year old Queen Elizabeth was photographed still at work, looking cheerful but very frail, two days before she died. She had not chosen her vocation. She had no retirement. Instead she fulfilled her vow to serve for all her life. Traditions of all kinds become so for reasons, and one of those reasons may be because, over time, they appear to work well. Disturbing them should therefore be a process approached with care. The British monarchy, albeit refined, especially in recent years, is over 1,000 years old. By all means count its costs but recognise those of its alternatives too, along with its benefits and remember that not all that counts can be counted.
Her Majesty has been succeeded by her eldest son who will reign as King Charles III. It is to be hoped that he will rule better than his two namesake predecessors, the first of whom was so bad he was executed, the second being known as “The Merry Monarch” due to his predilection for parties and debauchery. His twelve known illegitimate progenies were raised at public expense and, as an aside, one will in due course provide a direct ancestral link between him and the future King William (King Charles’ son and now heir to the throne) through King Charles' first marriage to The Late Diana, Princess of Wales. I’m sure he will be fine. His activism, years ago, around organic farming, architecture and environmentalism is now mainstream, some may even say it was visionary. His Prince’s Trust continues to provide opportunities for disadvantaged young people. Members of The Royal Family never score 100% in popularity contests, but then, who does? His Majesty has, at times, ridden a rocky road, most obviously over the fallout from the failure of his marriage to Princess Diana, the reverberations of which were still making headlines this year. But many of his subjects are divorcees too. Surely life experience which many would find very close to their own homes counts for something? Overall it appears to me that that, over many years, he has become a familiar, affable and thoughtful presence in our upper echelons. His accession is a popular one.
God Bless Her Majesty. Long live The King.