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Continuation.....
Well, I suppose you can guess the rest….
I immediately understood the reason for Wender’s “calling” from my living-room wall. Call it whatever you like, but the fact that his message got through to me can’t be neglected.
Anyway, we ended the day with a great barbeque of spicy pork-sausage and beefsteak made on the hot plate installed in the van, bought with some of the money I donated to this grand cause (I think we ended up eating the profits for this first trial-round, but it was all worth the effort and the jolly good party in Wender’s memory!).
Wender’s father had a little too much beer to drink due to him being overjoyed by what his son had achieved. I went away thinking even stronger than ever before over this former street kid who had made such an impression on my life and who had left his lovely little daughter there to constantly remind me so.
(Not forgetting his wonderful sisters, Keli and Jaqueline in the following Diptych).
This is everyone if I sell my second SecretDoll person.
There is a thread over on resincafe showing doll groups. It made me realize a few things.
This was a good exercise in evaluating my collection. I am very happy with this group.
Front row left to right
Eva( lasher sweetpea) , Lucy (nappynchoo), SOSo, Basil( pipos), Ella, Tassie ( KW tillie), Roo (KW Layla)
Back row left to right
Teddy(need I say more),LooLiu (secretDoll person), tucker (shiwoo elf), KW tillie, Henry ( ltf Bonnie)
The sunset of the first day of Winter was stunning.
This panorama is made from 15 hand held vertical shots.
This was an over exposed photo, last photo in a HDR sequence. By adjusting exposure and some other settings, turning into B/W, it become more useful.
New Scout Books in the shop!
Love these.
We're working on a series of excited statements. Get ready.
This rally formed in the plaza front of the capitol building unlike previous demonstrations, which were held a block away in the opposite direction. There were numerous booths as well whereas previous rallies had one or two.
This needs to be viewed on a desktop computer to experienced in a meaningful way.
This painting was done with watercolors on paper, it's about 9"x12". Original is still available.
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This photo kills me dead. Even if the face is not about the haircut but the confusion over these puppets singing to him, and where they'd been his whole life.
This month I am combining A Doll A Day with the #DollstagramNovemberChallenge2018 on Instagram.
Today's assigned topic: "Details"
This lovely brown eggchair is the brand new january 2019 group gift !!! it comes with several animations and is available at the mainstore! Here is your ride: *OA-MEO*
This was unpainted bare metal when I played in the school playground here in 1965.
I was born in the building blocked by the shining sun. I played on these monkey bars 10 years later. I took this photo during a walk on Tuesday.
This Super Kmart on Washington St in Indianapolis closed December 7,2014. This was my first Super Kmart and it is sad to see another one go.
7425 East Washington Street
Indianapolis, IN 46219
This woodpecker i spotted in Oostvaarders Nationalpark because he made a lot of nose hanging under a fallen tree wich was covered with snow, he was working on the wood like there was no tomorrow
Thanks to Marja: the he is a she
This old barn probably won’t be around very long. Developers are busy grading the land behind it to build homes.
This beautiful fox is a wild fox, but obviously not skittish. It climbed up on this stump and curled up to watch the world go by, just 15 feet from my car (and myself standing behind my car).
This is what's been keeping me occupied lately. The bow is on it's 4th rebuild as of tonight
Once this section of 60 or so studs has been redone, only 300 or so more to go!
I'm committed to getting this done, come war or peace, hell or high water, death, famine, or divorce.....
If all goes to plan this should be my largest and most detailed ship yet...However, failure is always an option.
This shot was taken about an hour before sunrise.I was amazed how much of a red tinge the clouds had so long before the sun was due.
Mind you im not complaining :)
This was taken at cullercoats bay,just behind the lifeboat station for the locals amongst you.In fact its a great place at low tide as the slanted rocks cut out quite far into the north sea.
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This is actually a really colourful Shoreditch wall, but I prefer it desaturated - more intriguing. What do you think those two are talking about?
This is the back-view of the embroidery. Its just the Herrinbone Stitch from this side. One of the most important things is that the emroidery need to be really neat even from the back side ,as the stitches are done on organdy material.
Tribute Head II (1975-76) By Elisabeth Frink (1930-1993) Donated to ‘Artists for Amnesty 1982’
This must have been well hidden because I never noticed it before.
Unveiled by the Lord Mayor of Dublin, Councillor Dan Browne, on South Africa Freedom Day June 26th 1983 in the 20th year of imprisonment of Nelson Mandela, Leader of the African National Congress of South Africa.
Frink was a member of Amnesty International’s Art for Amnesty project and identified strongly with human rights issues. Art for Amnesty is a global project working with art organisations and artists who believe in human rights. Using their exceptional skills and talents to spread the human rights message across countries and continents and inspire people to act. These concerns are reflected in her Tribute Heads of 1975, a series of four heads each of which was cast six times. With this series Frink turned her attention from the aggressors to the victim. She stated that these heads were: ‘a tribute to all people who have died or suffered for their beliefs. These men are heroes in the sense that they are survivors, but they are also victims stripped of everything but their human courage.’ As universal images of man’s suffering and vulnerability, the facial type is radically different, referencing a more re ned masculine ideal, the eyes are closed in suffering, the mouths pursed in endurance, the faces revealing the scars of relentless torture.
Elisabeth Frink is internationally recognised as a major 20th century British artist. Her sculptures, drawings and prints were, and continue to be, widely exhibited and purchased for public and private collections throughout the world. As a highly successful establishment figure major public commissions flowed in throughout her career. Frink avoided the 1960s wave of abstraction resolutely holding to her figurative ideals as the tide of modern art turned against them.
The themes that preoccupied her included the brutality of war, human fear and anxiety, and the male body. It is her portrayal of the male figure and her understanding of the male condition – his capacity for heroism, for corruption and brutality, for suffering and redemption – that sets her apart and makes her an extremely profound sculptor of the human- condition. Her earliest large-scale head, Warrior’s Head of 1954 is an image of nobility. A decade later in Soldiers Heads i-iv of 1965, the men had taken on a threatening appearance with vicious eyes, heavy jaws and smashed noses executed in a distinctly expressionistic style. Then there was a more sinister evil with Goggle Heads of 1967. These smoothly sculpted pieces illustrate the artist’s response to the Algerian war; they are images of tyranny with protruding jaws, flared nostrils and eyes hidden by menacing goggles.
This guitar is a 7/8 size Strat that was made by Lynn Ellsworth. It has a Gibson 23 3/4 scale length and a walnut body. Eddie Van Halen had a similar guitar made by Lynn. Ed's is mahogany with a Floyd Rose trem.
Set back from the road, this wonderfully sleek and stylised Art Deco villa may be found near to Lake Wendouree in the provincial Victorian city of Ballarat.
The clean uncluttered lines of the villa are very Streamline Moderne in design. The mansion is made almost entirely of clinker brick, with the exception of some brown feature bricks along the angular, flat roofline of the enclosed vestibule, the stepped chimney and in-dispersed amongt the clinker bricks of the vestibule columns. The only real decoration other than he feature bricks is a wrought iron grille that is used as ornamentation over a small window. The villa features a wide circular vestibule and very tall chimneys, both signature design elements of Ballarat’s most renowned architect of the 1930s, Herbert Leslie Coburn (1891 – 1956). Streamline Moderne was known in Australia as Modern Ship Style during the 1930s. This nickname was used because the buildings designed in this style often looked very much like the cascading upper superstructures of ocean liners with their towering decks, railings and porthole windows. The rounded enclosed vestibule with its flat parapet and stepped chimney does not look unlike the prow of a ship with its funnel. The whole property is surrounded by its original clinker brick wall with brown feature brick decorated newel posts.
Ballarat born Herbert Leslie Coburn grew up to be a renowned Ballarat architect, practicing from 1905 to 1956. He taught Architecture and Building Construction at the Ballarat School of Mines from 1922, resigning in 1948 due to ill health. The Royal Victorian Institute of Architects awarded Herbert Coburn a Silver Medal for the designs of an Anglican Gothic Suburban Church in 1913 while he was still a student of the institute. In 1917 Herbert became associated with Percy Richards, and they formed a partnership in 1918, Richards, Coburn, Richards, which lasted until 1933, when they separated owing to artistic differences. Whilst Percy Richards wished to retain a more traditional style in keeping with the popular conservative tastes of their clients, Herbert Coburn wanted to be at the vanguard of architectural design and was very interested in following the sleeker and stylised designs of the Streamline Moderne movement which was coming out of Europe. Herbert Coburn therefore started his own architectural practice. Coburn studied for formal qualifications by correspondence with the International Correspondence School, obtaining an architectural diploma two years later. His rooms were in the Clyde Chambers at 313 Sturt St, Ballarat. He was a Fellow of the Royal Australian Institute of Architects and the Royal Victorian Institute of Architects. Some of Herbert Coburn's architectural achievements include: St Patrick's Primary School in Drummond Street Ballarat (1935), the Shire of Wimmera Council Offices in Firebrace Street Horsham (1936), Paterson's Furniture Store in Horsham (circa 1936), the Railway Hotel in Maryborough (1938) and the clock tower of the Stawell Town Hall (1939). In addition to these, there are many beautiful, well designed and executed modernist Art Deco villas around Ballarat that bear his distinct architectural style.
The community minded Herbert Coburn was elected a Councillor with the City of Ballarat in 1938, and Mayor in 1945. Herbert’s motivation was the 'proper development and advancement of his city.' He held the position of Councillor until 1952.
This multi-purpose boxcar is seen in Mac Park in North Highlands, CA. Seen in HDR, the graffitti really stands out on this otherwise well maintained car.
-HDR Photo.
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This is on the north side of the channel from Portland Head Light.
A low tide... very low.
The pier to the lighthouse shows the tidal range. The rocks in front of the lighthouse are covered at high tide.
This is part of the final tableau of Mosaicanada depicting the legend of Aataentsic, the name of Mother Earth in the Huron-Wendat legend. She is the root of everything – living beings, vegetable and mineral – and bears witness to the interdependence of man and nature so ubiquitous for North America’s First Nations.
This is the view looking 10° east of due north from map reference ST36064086 along Bell Lane, Cossington, Somerset. Just behind and to the right of the viewpoint is Brookhayes Farm. On the horizon are the Mendip Hills and between the viewpoint and the hills lie the northern Somerset Levels.
As can be seen on the 1902 OS map, many years ago – before the Beeching Axe – just behind the viewpoint, was a bridge over the Bridgwater sub-branch of the Burnham and Evercreech branch of the Southern Railway (formerly the Somerset and Dorset Joint Railway). The parapets can be seen in the photo in one of the comments below and also on Google Street View. Turn about on GSV and you'll see Brookhayes Farmhouse where the cows ended their journey. Note that there was a Brookhays Farmhouse in 1902 but it was just northwest of the Cossington itself.
Outlined in red behind the nearest post lies a village with a church. The oulined area is reproduced top right to approximately twice the scale. The village is either Wedmore or Mark. Its direction makes Wedmore slightly more likely but, in saying that, I am flying in the face of expert opinion.
The photo was originally posted to the Guess Where UK Flickr Group without, of course, the annotation.
This is white alpaca that has had one wash ( I am guessing). It still has quite a bit of dirt and vm ( vegetable matter) in it. Thankfully it does not smell---I was scared to open the plastic bag it arrived in *____*
This beautiful lady kept telling me she's not photogenic! I beg to differ! Press L for a better look!
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This is a boxer that came in this morning. He's a powerful boy, all sinewy and muscled up. Unfortunately, he has a terrible underbite, which has resulted in him losing his front lower teeth. He was a sweet boy, though, well-behaved, and only showed his boxer-ness while I was brushing him out, with his butt wiggling (his tail was just a stump) 90-outta-nothin the whole time.
We decided to go for a city break rather than sun in Tenerife again this September. Other than a few days in the North East we haven’t been away since last March and wanted a change and hopefully some sun. The problem is getting flights from the north of England to the places we want to go to. We chose Valencia as we could fly from East Midlands – which was still a pain to get to as it involved the most notorious stretch of the M1 at five in the morning. In the end we had a fairly good journey, the new Ryanair business class pre-booked scheme worked quite well and bang on time as usual. It was dull when we landed with storms forecast all week, the sky was bright grey – the kiss of death to the photography I had in mind. I was full of cold and wishing I was at work. It did rain but it was overnight on our first night and didn't affect us. There has been a drought for eleven months apparently and it rained on our first day there! The forecast storms didn't materialise in Valencia but they got it elsewhere.
You May notice discrepancies in the spelling of some Spanish words or names, this is because Valencian is used on signs, in some guide books and maps. There are two languages in common use with distinct differences. There may also be genuine mistakes - it has been known!
Over the course of a Monday to Sunday week we covered 75 miles on foot and saw most of the best of Valencia – The City of Bell Towers. The Old City covers a pretty large area in a very confusing layout. There was a lot of referring to maps – even compass readings! – a first in a city for us. The problem with photography in Valencia is that most of the famous and attractive building are closely built around, some have poor quality housing built on to them. Most photographs have to be taken from an extreme angle looking up. There are no high points as it is pan flat, there are a small number of buildings where you can pay to go up on to the roof for a better view and we went up them – more than once!
The modern buildings of The City of Arts and Sciences – ( Ciutat de Las Arts I de les Ciencies ) are what the city has more recently become famous for, with tourists arriving by the coachload all day until late at night. They must be photographed millions of times a month. We went during the day and stayed till dark one evening, I gave it my best shot but a first time visit is always a compromise between ambition and realism, time dictates that we have to move on to the next destination. I travelled with a full size tripod – another first – I forgot to take it with me to TCoAaS! so It was time to wind up the ISO, again! Needless to say I never used the tripod.
On a day when rain was forecast but it stayed fine, albeit a bit dull, we went to the Bioparc north west of the city, a zoo by another name. There are many claims made for this place, were you can appear to walk alongside some very large animals, including, elephants, lions, giraffe, rhino, gorillas and many types of monkey to name a few. It is laid out in different geographical regions and there is very little between you and the animals, in some cases there is nothing, you enter the enclosure through a double door arrangement and the monkeys are around you. It gets rave reviews and we stayed for most of the day. The animals it has to be said gave the appearance of extreme boredom and frustration and I felt quite sorry for them.
The course of The River Turia was altered after a major flood in the 50’s. The new river runs west of the city flanked by a motorway. The old river, which is massive, deep and very wide between ancient walls, I can’t imagine how it flooded, has been turned into a park that is five miles long. There is an athletics track, football pitches, cycle paths, restaurants, numerous kids parks, ponds, fountains, loads of bridges, historic and modern. At the western end closest to the sea sits The City of Arts and Sciences – in the river bed. Where it meets the sea there is Valencia’s urban Formula One racetrack finishing in the massive marina built for The Americas Cup. The race track is in use as roadways complete with fully removable street furniture, kerbs, bollards, lights, islands and crossings, everything is just sat on the surface ready to be moved.
We found the beach almost by accident, we were desperate for food after putting in a lot of miles and the afternoon was ticking by. What a beach, 100’s of metres wide and stretching as far as the eye could see with a massive promenade. The hard thing was choosing, out of the dozens of restaurants, all next door to each other, all serving traditional Paella – rabbit and chicken – as well as seafood, we don’t eat seafood and it constituted 90% of the menu in most places. Every restaurant does a fixed price dish of the day, with a few choices, three courses and a drink. Some times this was our only meal besides making the most of the continental breakfast at the hotel. We had a fair few bar stops with the local wine being cheap and pleasant it would have been a shame not to, there would have been a one woman riot – or strike!
On our final day, a Sunday, we were out of bed and down for breakfast at 7.45 as usual, the place was deserted barring a waiter. We walked out of the door at 8.30 – in to the middle of a mass road race with many thousands of runners, one of a series that take place in Valencia – apparently! We struggled to find out the distance, possibly 10km. The finish was just around the corner so off we went with the camera gear, taking photos of random runners and groups. There was a TV crew filming it and some local celebrity (I think) commentating. Next we came across some sort of wandering religious and musical event. Some sort of ritual was played out over the course of Sunday morning in various locations, it involved catholic priests and religious buildings and another film crew. The Catholic tourists and locals were filling the (many) churches for Sunday mass. Amongst all of this we had seen men walking around in Arab style dress – the ones in black looked like the ones from ISIS currently beheading people – all carrying guns. A bit disconcerting. We assumed that there had been some sort of battle enactment. We were wrong, it hadn’t happened yet. A while later, about 11.30 we could hear banging, fireworks? No it was our friends with the guns. We were caught up in total mayhem, around 60 men randomly firing muskets with some sort of blank rounds, the noise, smoke and flames from the muzzles were incredible. We were about to climb the Torres de Serranos which is where, unbeknown to us, the grand, and deafening, finale was going to be. We could feel the blast in our faces on top of the tower. Yet again there was a film camera in attendance. I couldn’t get close ups but I got a good overview and shot my first video with the 5D, my first in 5 years of owning a DLSR with the capability. I usually use my phone ( I used my phone as well). Later in the day there was a bullfight taking place, the ring was almost next to our hotel, in the end we had other things to do and gave it a miss, it was certainly a busy Sunday in the city centre, whether it’s the norm or not I don’t know.
There is a tram system in Valencia but it goes from the port area into the newer part of the city on the north side, it wouldn’t be feasible to serve the historic old city really. A quick internet search told me that there are 55,000 university students in the city, a pretty big number. I think a lot of the campus is on the north side and served by the tram although there is a massive fleet of buses as well. There is a massive, very impressive market building , with 100’s of stalls that would make a photo project on its own, beautiful on the inside and out but very difficult to get decent photos of the exterior other than detail shots owing to the closeness of other buildings and the sheer size of it. Across town, another market has been beautifully renovated and is full of bars and restaurants and a bit of a destination in its own right.
A downside was the all too typical shafting by the taxi drivers who use every trick in the book to side step the official tariffs and rob you. The taxi from the airport had a “broken” meter and on the way home we were driven 22 km instead of the nine that is the actual distance. Some of them seem to view tourists as cash cows to be robbed at all costs. I emailed the Marriot hotel as they ordered the taxi, needless to say no answer from Marriot – they’ve had their money. We didn’t get the rip off treatment in the bars etc. that we experienced in Rome, prices are very fair on most things, certainly considering the city location.
All in all we had a good trip and can highly recommend Valencia.