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Self Portrait series through photo. It's important to look inward on ourselves.
Think | Reflect | Sense
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I think these guys ended up having the fastest time on the day.
Taken at the Gun Push, a army event where the soldiers had to compete, pushing an anti-aircraft gun 7.5km. The fastest team wins.
Used a 28mm Lens 21mm 1:3.8 and expired black and white film (Kodak BW400CN). More detailed notes to follow. (when I can find my notebook.. )
I think this ship is MacBrayne's SS Chieftain which was briefly in their fleet pre-WWI on the run from Glasgow up the west coast and out to Stornoway. Seen here at Badcall, just south of Scourie in Sutherland. Presumably one of the last calls on the mainland before she turned west to Stornoway.
Day 17:
I was going to upload this last night but my wireless internet connection got all screwed up and wouldn't connect.
This is what happens when you don't have any inspiration to take photos.
The Thinker was originally meant to be Dante in front of the Gates of Hell, pondering his great poem. Rodin himself wrote that "The Thinker has a story". Rodin conceived the idea of the Gates of Hell. Before the door, seated on the rock, Dante thinking of the plan of the poem behind him... all the characters from the Divine Comedy. Rodin ultimately conceived the thinker as a naked man, seated on a rock, his fist against his teeth, dreaming.
I find it amusing to think that just a few years ago people were writing satirical articles about razors with 5 blades. Anyway, apart from the fact that I think it's harder to slash my face with, I don't think it does as good a job as my Gillette M3 power (which only has a poxy 3 blades ;-) ).
We went on an adventure today. I took the kids to the Columbus Museum of Art. This sign was in front of the Columbus College of Art and Design across the street from the parking lot. Love it.
© Stella Luna Photography
Most everyone who knows me, is aware that I am one of those rare souls who actually LIKES Winter. I've had to re-evaluate my thinking -- it isn't "Winter" in itself that I like so much, but the lovely, clean, softness of SNOW -- as it's falling gracefully from the heavens or white-washing the earth's seasonal flaws on the ground or creating masterpieces of beauty in the trees and landscape.
No White Christmas in Dover, Vermont!!!??? Home of Olympic Gold Medal Champion Kelly Clark!!
So OK, then let's just skip Winter this year and move on to Spring. Here's a couple of pics of a Cutie-pie White-breasted Nuthatch from LAST Spring -- I added a bit of vignette, so the images weren't SO unseasonal looking. Bottom photo was taken 4 days ago after a mere dusting of the white stuff ----- Johnny Jump-ups in December!!! Go figure!
And "SOME" (notice I use no name calling tactics, even though it is fast approaching an election year) say Global Warming is a Myth!!! Go figure, again!!!
Have a wonderful weekend everyone!
Mother, do you think they'll drop the bomb?
Mother, do you think they'll like this song?
Mother, do you think they'll try to break my balls?
Mother, should I build the wall?
Mother, should I run for President?
Mother, should I trust the government?
Mother, will they put me in the firing line?
Is it just a waste of time?
Hush now baby, baby, don't you cry
Momma's gonna make all of your nightmares come true
Momma's gonna put all of her fears into you
Momma's gonna keep you right here under her wing
She won't let you fly, but she might let you sing
Momma's will keep Baby cozy and warm
Oooo Babe
Oooo Babe
Ooo Babe, of course Momma's gonna help build the wall
Mother, do you think she's good enough
For me?
Mother, do you think she's dangerous
To me?
Mother will she tear your little boy apart?
Mother, will she break my heart?
Hush now baby, baby, don't you cry
Momma's gonna check out all your girlfriends for you
Momma won't let anyone dirty get through
Momma's gonna wait up until you get in
Momma will always find out where you've been
Momma's gonna keep Baby healthy and clean
Oooo Babe
Oooo Babe
Ooo Babe, you'll always be Baby to me
Mother, did it need to be so high?
I have no idea when it comes to this kind of photography so basically just pointed the camera and pressed buttons
I think this is a weed.. these flowers were soooo tiny.. but I love how the red stems makes a lovely color for the flowers to sit against.
Volunteers Theresa and Rinda worked on the Leo Lionni inspired bulletin board.
Spring 2007 - Storywell
Living in the middle of a planting of white tulips, these two dare to be different. I love the gradation from the olive green of the outer petals to the vibrant print of the inner. Impossible to walk past!
111/365
I think I would have much preferred to see some tampo work to the rear lights and badging rather than a license plate but its a small complaint really considering how good the rest of this Hot Wheels Aston Martin DB10 looks which was launched to coincide with all the hype of the latest James Bond film. Its one very smart and perfectly formed little model of this most exclusive of supercars though as this vehicle was designed purely for the film it will be interesting to see whether it ever gets a recolour as interestingly this exact same model reappeared for the 2017 line up in exactly the same colour which is just something which VERY rarely happens at Hot Wheels. One of a few bought from ASDA back in March 2016. Mint and boxed.
St Michael, Boulge, Suffolk
You would not think to look for St Michael unless you knew. These days, a concrete track runs across a nearby field, and approaches the church through the woods at the rear. But even then, the building is hidden from view, and you might easily miss the turning if it wasn't for a sequence of hand-lettered signs. Better, perhaps, to reach the tight little graveyard across the fields - after all, that's been the way for the last 1000 years or so. There is no village to speak of, and the parish is a scattering of hidden lanes without any focus, a patchwork of woods and farms.
St Michael was an estate church in the grounds of Boulge Hall. But the Hall was demolished in the 1950s. Much of the grounds had been turned over to cultivation during World War II, and only the copse of ancient trees marks out this space among the fields, and the tower seen from the Debach road. And yet, St Michael receives many visitors. The church's fame rests on the memory of one person - or, more accurately, two, for at Boulge Hall in the 19th century lived the Fitzgerald family. Their name is everywhere in the church, they virtually rebuilt it. Their huge mausoleum, for many years on the Buildings at Risk register, has been restored, and broods magnificently beneath the tower. But it is one of the Fitzgerald sons not even buried in the mausoleum who is the goal of so many pilgrimages. Edward Fitzgerald was born at adjacent Bredfield. He moved to Boulge Hall when his parents bought it, and then spent most of his adult life living in Woodbridge, where a museum documents his life in some detail, although generally glossing over certain aspects of his life. In 1859, he translated the Rubiyat of Omar Khayyam from the Persian, thus establishing himself as responsible for one of the most famous, and enduring, pieces in English literature. He died in 1883, and was buried here.
Fitzgerald is buried in his own grave, beside his family's mausoleum. The gravestone is long and sombre, typical of the period. A rose bush at the head of the grave is supposed to come from a cutting taken from Omar Khayyam's grave in Iran. It was planted by the Omar Khayyam society, and one assumes that cuttings are regularly taken from it in turn by visitors. Fitzgerald is probably second only to Benjamin Britten in his fame as a creative artist from this part of Suffolk. If Britten's homosexuality was barely acknowledged in his lifetime, you can bet that Fitzgerald's wasn't at all. But for both of them, their sexuality seems to have been an important part of their genius, and in recent years Fitzgerald's friendship with a Lowestoft fisherman has been movingly documented.
Apart from the tiny 16th century tower, completed on the eve of the Reformation, the exterior of the church is thoroughly 19th century, tidy and tight and rather sweet. It conceals one of the most atmospheric Victorian restorations in East Anglia, a time capsule of late-Victorian sentiment. As you approach, the apparent south door is in fact the vestry door, and you must go around to the north side, where you can step through a door in the north wall directly into the tiny nave. On a sunny day this is a step into almost complete darkness, as your eyes struggle to adjust. The small windows are full of thick late 19th and 20th century coloured glass of the highest quality. Just about every window is filled. Subjects include the archangels St Michael and St Gabriel, St Faith and St Nicholas, Christ flanked by St Edmund and St Felix, the Annunciation, the Baptism of Our Lord, and, somewhat strikingly, Queen Victoria.
The overwhelming impression is of a peculiarly East Anglian Anglo-Catholicism. It is probably the best single collection of its kind in any small church in the two counties. The Norman marble font, primitive and brooding and quite different from its jolly lion-bedecked cousin at nearby Ipswich St Peter, sits beneath the tower now, and the tower itself contains one of the bells rescued from the church of Mickfield when it was abandoned in the 1970s. Its story is on the adjacent wall.The restoration is a fairly early one of 1858, by the Habershons. The church as you see it today is pretty much as Fitzgerald would have known it.
Ahead of you as you enter, the south aisle is something quite extraordinary, virtually a family shrine to the Fitzgerald family. The family pew is surrounded by memorials to family members, children, cousins, grandchildren remembered in pious stone and glass. It is a remarkable achievement for what was not a great landed family. And what makes it all the more extraordinary is that, within a few years of its completion, the Fitzgeralds of Boulge had completely died out.To stand here now is to be surrounded by the influence of a landed family at a moment in history when, in an act of extreme piety, they could ensure their place in posterity. Anyone who loathes late-Victorian sentiment will not feel easy here. But for the rest of us this is a marvellous place that will remain long in the memory.