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Wander around the garden looking for something to photograph. The back garage door is getting a bit past it!
Treasure Hunt 36: Hinge.
So like last time, I will do a explanation of what happens in the story. Also if you want to check out the previous story in this universe, (Batman: Reflection) the is an album that you can check out. Anyways, here we go.
1: Unhinged
So this photo shows what Batman has been doing after the events of Reflection, he goes on a murderous rampage and kills all of his enemies.
2: Memories
Again like the last one, this is just to clarify that batman is going insane and killing everybody. Also the grin adds to the madness that he is into.
3: Decision
So when Batman is done killing everyone, he moves onto the people that care about him most. Gordon is on the GCPD building and Batman swings down and aims his gun at him. He is torn between killing him or not. I really didn't show the result of this, but I came up with the conclusion that Gordon was shot and killed.
4: Alone
So after Batman kills Gordon, he reflects on his past and who he has killed and if killing is the right thing. But his madness still is growing rapidly and he snaps out and heads to Wayne Manor
5: Home
So I'd say that Batman has been away from Wayne Manor and the Batcave for about 4 months. So Alfred is shocked to see Bruce with a gun that is aimed at him, Batman walks down the stairs to the Batcave...
6: Confrontation
So after killing Alfred, Bruce brings the limp body into the batcave and sees Robin standing by the Jason memorial. Robin turns to see Batman, and they fight. After a while, Robin grabs the gun and points it at Bruce's head. Robin sees a man of craziness and madness in the suit; Joker. Robin is dealt with the same decision that Bruce was with Gordon; To kill him or not. Robin grip tightens...
7: Silence
Robin shoots Batman and crys over his dead body, losing a mentor and friend. In the reflection of the Jason memorial, Joker is seen gazing down onto Robin...his next victim.
So I hope you guys enjoyed this mini series and like this abstract story style. I think I'm not going to continue it because of how this ended, but time will tell.
Thanks guys for support,
-LegoBatbrick
P.S This explanation isn't edited since I'm in a rush, so sorry for misspelling errors and incorrect grammar
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Well... FINALLY it is here: the promised in-depth photography of my first attempt at a jet, or approximating the F-100 Super Sabre in LEGO. Armed with napalm canisters (inner-wing) and sidewinders (outer-wing), this supersonic jet packed a punch! Used in the Vietnam War by the USAF, it was extremely versatile: it had speed, decent firepower and respectable pilots. Of course, at the time, it was an impressive craft. Nowadays, however, nearly 50 years later, aviation has risen far beyond it. Nonetheless, I thought it would be cool to build this baby: one of the many pioneering aircraft of the jet age. I've approximated its markings using some of Brickmania's Modern Aviation Tile Pack, and swept the wings using three-bladed, studded propeller elements. It also possesses functioning landing gear (though you may need something like a LEGO pickaxe or LEGO harpoon part to unhinge the front gear, being wedged deep within the craft). Seating a mini figure, this ~1:35-1:32 scaled model is something I'm kind of pleased with, given the fact that it's my first attempt at a jet. Hopefully I can keep improving in terms of accuracy, realism and flow ;D.
That's all for now, posting something again soon! Comments and Faves, as usual, are greatly appreciated!
After four generations of imperial adoptions, a male heir was finally born-yet this auspicious occasion led to the ruling dynasty's downfall. Commodus, the eldest surviving son of Marcus Aurelius and Faustina the Younger, inherited an empire largely at peace but grew into an unhinged tyrant. He sentenced many who challenged his rule to death and executed his wife, Crispina, after the marriage failed to produce an heir. Commodus was assassinated in 192, throwing the empire into a state of disarray.
Out of the chaos, Septimius Severus seized power. The first emperor to hail from North Africa, Severus had no familial connection to the previous dynasty, but he retroactively adopted himself into it. Calling himself a son of Marcus Aurelius and a brother of Commodus, he justified his newfound authority through this invented lineage.
As Severan power solidified, portraits of Severus and his wife Julia Domna, who came from an elite family in Roman Syria, diverged from those of their predecessors. As seen here, Severus wore corkscrew curls over his forehead with a divided beard, and Julia wore an elaborate wig (although some historians dispute it's a wig and feel it's just an elaborate hairstyle).
Roman, Imperial, Severan era, early 2nd century CE. Possibly found in Veio, Italy.
Torlonia Collection, Rome, on loan for an exhibition at the Art Institute of Chicago (ARTIC)
St Nicholas' Church is a beautiful 15th century building set in
Sheffield's Peak District, with many interesting features. Simon
Jenkins, in "England's Thousand Best Churches" writes that, from
the church, "the view is glorious, enjoyed by the weather beaten
gargoyles peering from under toppling pinacles".
It must have been a sleepy day at the zoo. I saved privately the shots with the rattlesnake's mouth wide open, out of respect for my ophidiophobic friends. As often as I witness it, a snake's ability to unhinge its jaw amazes me.
"I can feel you breathing...When you tear me from within...Unhinged and unraveled...As you rip my fucking skin, there is one thing that I should remember...there is a light at the end of the tunnel...there is a light at the end of the tunnel".
- Words '30 Seconds by A. Carins
Tunnel footpath under L&Y lines near Healey Mills Junction A.
Black and white chosen to reflect the fear we have of being in the dark, as well as the aesthetic pleasure of the contrast.
Taken with iPhone 7, edited with LR.
The wretched streets of Gotham are flooded by noise and paranoia. Among them stand two bold towers. Directly parallel to each other. In the first lives roman sionis. A ruthless criminal fuelled only by his hate for Gothams lower walks of life and the pain of the haunting black mask which clings tightly fused to his scarred and long since forgotten face
Opposite in a slightly taller tower as though to demonstrate power live the falcones, A Noble, well respected crime family who for many decades have ruled Gotham with the will of its ignorant citizens. At the top of the family is don Carmine Falcone. A man who is both admired and feared by his beloved city.
On the very top floor of the Falcone building, Carmine sits behind a grand oak desk which hosts several unneeded ornaments of solid gold. He is surrounded by several of his advisors,lawyers and of course victor zsasz. A merciless sociopath who takes great pleasure in documenting the number of lives he’s taken by carving with his knife, tallies into his own flesh and bone. The thickest cuts are for men. The slightly smaller are for women and the thinnest of all... are for children. He also happens to be loyal to the Falcone name. The only thing he’s loyal to. And at this moment he stands almost completely idle staring into the uncomfortable eyes of Falcones highest payed lawyer, sharpening his knife to the point of oblivion. The suited men discuss profits and deals with Carmine as an uninterested zsasz begins to walk slowly yet loudly towards the giant wooden doors at the end of Falcones more than spacious office. When he gets to them, they just so happen to be knocked and he eagerly pulls them open with a force that would unhinge the doors if they were not worth more than the homes of most of Gotham’s unwillingly humble people . He speaks in an unnerving tone to the unwanted visitor
Zsasz: I could hear you pacing the hallway...like a mouse
Lenny: Here to see the boss. Said he’s got a job for me...on the phone
Victor completely ignores Lenny’s words and is instead transfixed by the sharpened metal teeth and rusted silver plates of Lenny’s “signature” mask. The mask that he’s used since his very first job about 10 years back and will take to his grave
Zsasz: Hmmm...yes...I like that mask. Yes very much...i do....I want it
Lenny: Heh. Too bad...getcha own.
Len pushes his way past zsasz and patting one of falcones lawyers on the back, he helps himself to an armchair
Lenny: Hey boss I came!
Falcone turns in his chair facing Lenny
Falcone: Leonard. So glad you could make it. I’ve got somewhat of a chore for you. You see There’s been some unwanted disturbances in this beautiful city of mine as of late. Particularly from the man they’re calling the “Gotham knight” or more commonly known “the batman”. Now I’ll be frank len. I want him dead. As soon as possible.
Lenny: You being funny right?
Falcone stares right at him saying nothing yet telling everything
Lenny: Oh right. Gotcha
Falcone: And one final request. Take victor with you. I trust his...talents will be of great use to you
Lenny: Ah god. Really? That psychopath?
Zsasz: YES. That psychopath. Let’s go Leonard.
As Len is pulled out of the room by his shoulder, he attempts to regain his dignity
Leonard: getcha filthy hands offa me!
When people run in circles.
Remember back when global warming was the buzzword in every circle? Remember the famous advertisement where the frog was sitting in a pot of water and the temperature slowly rises to a boil, eventually killing the frog? If you don't remember, watch it here.
Anyway, I haven't heard much about global warming lately. Most likely because our American economy has flat lined. Lately I have been hearing a lot more about people worrying about losing their homes, losing their jobs, losing their livelihoods. I have been hearing about outrageous taxes (federal, local, school, sales, death, etc etc etc - everything is fucking taxed in America), rising medical costs, rising retirement costs (Social Security is doomed), rising housing costs, rising fuel costs, rising food costs. And all of this on top of the highest unemployment rate in seventy years.
Basically what I hear, and not just from the mass media but from people I know, the word on the street - is that America is dying. Thinking back to that frog, then looking back over the past decades you have to wonder if that frog analogy isn't better suited to our economy? It's not the temperature that is getting too hot, it's the cost of life that is becoming unbearable. It's getting to the point that all of us, the entire American way of life is committing mass suicide. It can no longer be maintained.
We now have ineffective bureaucracies that manage numerous other ineffectual bureaucracies, and we have taxes out the ass to pay the salaries of the ineffectual paper pushers. We have record numbers collecting unemployment, while each month we have record numbers filing to collect - wheres the breaking point?
What it all comes down to is that our entire social system is becoming unhinged - the poor are feeling it, the middle class are definitely feeling it and god forbid but the wealthy are feeling it too. We all feel it - whether you are threatened with job loss, show up to work with a pink slip in your cubicle (like more and more of my friends are), you can't put food on the table, can't pay for day care, can't buy gas for the car - whatever it might be in your life or those around you - you undoubtedly have felt it in one way or another.
Now I often get a bad rap. I am technically not registered for either political party, but I most definitely lean conservative/republican. What I have said above - well it transcends both parties and politics in general. There is no one person to blame, no one party. There is just us.
I blame an entire generation of Americans for our current state. The generation that coddled the American spirit, but at the same time sold out all of our industry and professional jobs to overseas - leaving in it's wake places like those pictured above. A generation of Americans that worried about themselves, and their selves paramount above all others - failing to see that yes, those preceding did practice self-reliance but what made America great was that they were willing to sacrifice and put their own wants, needs and bottom lines aside for the betterment of America as a whole. Of course it wasn't perfect and this might all be the idealist ramblings of a know-nothing, but I just get this feeling...
I get this feeling that currently their is a movement a foot, based in political zealotry from both sides of the aisle, both waving the American flag and thumping the constitution, one armed with God and the other godless - while the real problems of this country go unaddressed and leaving us all teetering at the precipice.
And I think were going to fall.
Doors are fickle, sometimes open and inviting, sometimes closed and uncommunicating, sometimes cheerful, sometimes blue, sometimes dour. Doors are blusterous, whistling in the wind yet yielding to the mildest prod or push. Doors often moan and groan and may become unhinged. It's hard to get a handle on doors.
Back with another model of the terrifying Guardian from The Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild, this time by Legos Unhinged on Youtube! This build is closer to the overall design of a Guardian than the one built by Trixiepasta (whose model I also covered a while back). This build makes better use of the roof pieces as well as those sloped "mini grille" plates that comprise the Guardian's head. Speaking of which, the eye is now a spring launcher brick, and this thing CAN fire laser missiles at all undesirables! Its legs are built this go-round with 1x4 hinge plates that are all connected to ball plates, so the legs can still bend and flex to pose just like the real Guardian!! Also, the head rotates 360 degrees :)
They have a "never throw anything away" policy where I work. I seriously doubt this old door will ever be used for anything ever again, but they keep it just on the off chance that it might be needed one day.
This is my best friend, Dave. We laughed until we cried looking at this shot of him leaping off of a wall on to an unsuspecting sand castle.
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If you saw a heat wave, would you wave back?
Steven Wright
Dogs want to be people. That's what their lives are about. They don't like being a dog. They're with people all the time, they want to graduate. My dog would sit there all day; he would watch me walk by; he would think to himself, "I could do that! He's not that good." That's why the greatest, most exciting moment in the life of a dog is the front seat of your car - you and him in the front seat. It's the only place where your head and his are on the exact same level. He sits up there, he thinks, "This is more like it. You and me together, this is the way it should be." He looks out the front. What's he looking at? He's a dog. "What are you going to make -- a right or a left? I don't even know where I am."
Jerry Seinfeld
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Enjoy.... :))))
Friends; we must have had the hottest weekend of my whole life. Already in the morning of Saturday when we left our house, the outside temperature was 42C (107F)…. We were on Montmartre on for a guided tour and the lead-up was already painful. We could hardly eat our food, it was so scorching hot and we quickly followed up with a wonderful ice cream and an equally great espresso. Then our guide did not show up.... The group of some 30-40 people waited and waited. Nobody informed us; and with my Hero Husband having sacrificed some of his very precious time with me (he's abroad the whole week), we got slightly unhinged, and not only because of the heat. I tried to phone, the given number wasn't 'manned' - a message couldn't go through.... We left the place after 30’, I wrote a mail immediately, so far (Monday eve) I haven’t had any reply.
The incredibly unreliable transport system of Paris caused further heat and grief. We climbed our train with the clearly stated terminus – by the time (much delayed) it set off, the direction of the train had changed and we risked our lives by hurling through tunnels, stairs up and down to catch a correspondence – impossible to understand the given information (on the outside of the train only, the train was absolutely packed to its limits)! We were dead on our feet by the time we returned to our cool and wonderful home – lost 5 hours of our precious day and missed the much looked-forward instructive tour. Shame, shame and shame again.
Sunday was terribly hot again; I measured 39C (102F) in the late afternoon. I had to wait until after 8pm before I dared watering the garden; and I wondered what such heat waves do to our elderly, to the bone dry lands and how many fires would be started by carelessness or foul intention over these days. I was contemplating the wonderful wines we should get with such quantities of sunshine and no rain but also the suffering of both animals and humans – the draught that certain regions have and the chance of a change (little for this week). When I finally watered my not so green paradise, I was smiling at the song that erupted around me; many birds started to sing in their trees and shrubs, praising no doubt the arrival of some water…. I also fill clay basins with fresh water every day but of course this water turns into a boil in no time and the birds can’t ‘wash’ or drink.
What amazes me is that those very hot and lasting scorchers are all relating to the word DOG: CAN(E)icule, HUNDstage, DOG days…. And I wondered where this link comes from. When I found the information, I remembered having read about this before. In the ‘free dictionary’ it says: Hot period of the summer reckoned in ancient times from the heliacal rising of Sirius (the Dog Star).
HERE some great explanations that I found TODAY!!! (seems the theme is of some actuality!)
Stay cool! As did this dog that had its ears flapping in the wind until the car had to stop next to us at a red light :)
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and even fewer with Giorgio and Lucia, their children.
These were generated by animating one still image. Anyone can do it. It makes me wonder how close we can get to seeing 'them' whilst grappling with these apps attempting to make them 'Instagrammable'.
Fighting 'American Teeth' might be key, though children can have them (at a pinch), adults seldom did. Joyce had particularly bad teeth, with John Quinn and others, a stellar cadre of indomitable women (see three posted below), who lionised him, referring to the state of his teeth relative to his eye problems, making a questionable connection (whilst shamefully avoiding another more likely possibility).
Lucia became mentally unhinged as she matured. Some blame her unrequited love for Samuel Beckett, Joyce's on-and-off 'secretary'. Others considered her derangement as possibly inherited, or congenital.
'Contra-glam' might just be a new movement.
I can see why Nora became Molly Bloom. She manifests another type of overlooked beauty entirely, and Joyce plainly saw it.
I love that their letters to each other are unabashedly sexy, shameless even, and some of the most torrid love-letters I have ever had the privilege to read.
In recent months it has become clear that Putin has lost his grasp of reality, inflicting a nightmare on the Ukraine and his own people as he pursues a demented plan warped by wishful thinking and manic desires.
His end is near.
You will find more than 184 of my poems HERE. fno.org/poetry/index.html
Putin unhinged
He became unhinged
Verging on insane
But hiding it well
An Emperor with no clothes
But crazy dreams
And many yes men
Singing his praise
Praising his plans
While stealing from the army
And raking in the rubles
As supply trucks sank into decline
The great army a sham
Until one day
Whispering began
And doubts surfaced
While thousands lay dying
His soldiers retreating
His army in shambles
His pipe dream a war crime
His mastery a myth
Until one day they cursed him
Declaring him unfit
A maniac
A madman
A criminally incompetent fool
Whose time had come
A dose of polonium-210
Slipped into his Lomonosov tea pot
Ended finally
His war
His nightmare
And his regime
© Jamie McKenzie, all rights reserved
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The Docks are a dominant feature both of Great Grimsby's geography and economic history, and the Dock Tower, rising 309' above the town, looms over Grimsby and Cleethorpes as a stately reminder of this. Perhaps ironically for such a monumental structure it has been redundant for most of it's life, and as such a doubly suitable symbol for a declining industrial town. In the past it has been proposed that it be dismantled, and only the prohibitive cost has prevented it. Though had such a thing been attempted the people of Grimsby would surely have been up in arms, such is the pride held in the tower.
This pride is by no means misplaced. Despite being a functional, industrial building, it was designed and built with an eye for grace and elegance which marries the schools of British Industrial architecture with more classical Renaissance and Moorish influences. The result is tall graceful building, reminiscent of a hugely oversized minaret, but in the red brick of Victorian Railway buildings. The main body of the Tower, which housed the pumping mechanisms for the dock's hydraulic lock gates rises 224', yet at it's base is only 28' square. The main body tapers imperceptible to 26' before flaring out to form a balcony, 200 feet above the town, which held the Tower's huge water tanks. Above this is a second section of the tower, like the first in miniature rising another 57' topped with an octagonal Lantern House a further 37 ft tall. The last 100' of the building are purely decorative.
Though Grimsby is famed for it's fishing the Tower was not part of that industry that made the port a boom town as many people believe. Grimsby was founded upon commerce not fishing, and the Tower formed part of the original commercial dock complex, and both the Tower and Grimsby's thriving commercial traffic have survived the towns meteoric economic expansion and decline.
At the time of it's construction in 1849 it was the highest building in Lincolnshire and the tallest brick built building in the country, while its single cast iron spiral staircase was the longest in the world1. It is a landmark visible as soon as one surmounts the Wolds twenty miles away at Caistor, and one of the first sights for sailors coming into the Humber (though now the nearby Titan Chimney is more of a signpost for sea traffic).
Local legends suggest that the Tower is "Built on cotton wool", that exactly one million bricks went into its construction and that the staircase within has a step for every day of the year. And anyone on the South Bank who lives within sight of the tower can call himself a Grimbarian, even if he lives outside the town limits.
The Docks
Early History
When the first settlers came to Grimsby the town was just boulder clay, rising up at the edges of the salt marshes of the Humber estuary. This was an ideal spot for sea trade, saltmaking and fishing, and on these things the town established itself.
The Haven was Grimsby's original natural dock, a small inlet which ran the length of what is now the Alexandra Dock to the Riverhead and on south towards the Wellow area. During the construction of the Riverhead Shopping Centre in the early 1970's and Freshney Place in the early 90's the original 12th and 14th century waterfronts were uncovered here, though now, sadly, they lay amongst the foundations of these neo-vernacular temples of Mammon.
Trade in the Middle Ages was good, but by the 17th Century had floundered as the Haven began to silt up. To revitalise trade, and the town, the nearby River Freshney was diverted into the Haven in 1697. However ships could still not land in this harbour, so keels were required to transport goods from ships into the Haven. Because of this while Grimsby had gone into decline Hull Docks had thrived, and in order that Grimsby might take the surplus of this trade and Act was passed in 1796 to form the Grimsby Haven Company and Johnathan Pickernal of Whitby was commissioned to draw up plans for the new docks, and the Haven became a six acre locked dock in 1800, and was to prove to be of great use in the Napoleonic Wars.
The Railways and the Cofferdams
The construction of the Dock Tower came with the Amalgamate Act of 1846 and the formation of the Grimsby Dock Company, which formulated the plans for a railway into Grimsby and the construction of a new commercial dock and, for the first time, a fish dock. Designed by J M Rendall the two docks were to be built on land reclaimed from the Humber by the construction of a huge cofferdam one and a half miles long, enclosing some 138 acres of new ground and forming a small peninsula. The cofferdams were built by Messrs Lynn of Liverpool. Starting in the spring of 1846, three dams of fir piles were sunk and infilled with chalk and clay, wharves and embankments constructed so that excavation of foundations could be made.
In 1848 the Railway was completed connecting Grimsby to the industrial centres of the North. And the docks themselves were begun, built this time by Messers Hutching, Brown and Wright. In addition to Rendell's docks the Grimsby Dock Company commissioned a low power hydraulic water tower to power the huge lock gates of the various docks.
On April 18th 1849, with the dams in place and the railway in place, Prince Albert came to lay the foundation stone of the new dock walls. The Prince Consort arrived onto the dockside in a railway carriage pulled not by an engine, but by teams of navvies employed in the docks construction. A public park, Prince Albert gardens, was built at the docks entrance, overlooked by a statue of the Prince himself. With the formalities dispensed with construction of the central pier on which the Dock Tower stand was begun.
The Tower
Building the Tower
The commission to build the Great Grimsby Hydraulic Tower went to a Mr. J.W. Wild. The design fell to Wild upon his return from his grand tour of Egypt, the Mediterranian and the Middle East; some of his notable public buildings were erected in Alexandria and Tehran, and the mark of his travels can be seen in his design. The Tower is based primarily upon the 'Torre de Mangia' clock tower of the Palazzo Pubblico, in Siena, Italy, but Wild combined the feel of this building with the grand scale of the obelisks of Egypt and the minarettes of the great mosques to produce a building of terrific grace, power and beauty.
The central pier between the locks upon which the Tower now stands was constructed at the same time as the locks themselves. The pier area was excavated to a depth of 10', whereupon 35' long fir piles were sunk as foundation and the excavated area capped with 2 ft of concrete. The pier sides were lined with spiked firs and the stone walls laid against them, the blocks 5 1/2' x 4 1/2' and 2' thick were then faced with 6" thick York stone flags. A hardcore foundation then filled the internal cavity - rubble, clay and concrete and only then was the ground laid for the building's 28' x 28' footings.
As stated earlier, local legend suggests that the tower was built on cotton wool, the origin of this lays in another apocryphal story. During the laying of the foundations for the building problems were incurred when the excavations kept filling with water, no amount of bailing seemed to help, when someone suggested soaking the water up using bails of sheep's wool kept in a dockside warehouse. The bails were employed and found successful, and some say the bails are supposedly there to this day beneath the hardcore footings.
The walls that stood on those footings were 28' long and 4' thick and rose a clear 224' 9" to the top of the main tower, by which time they had tapered to an exterior dimension of 26' square and 3ft thick. At this point the building flares out into the beautiful 'balcony' which gives the building much of it's character. It was here 247' up that reservoir tanks holding 30,000 gallons of water were installed. This amount of water a such a height created 100psi of pressure. Above this was the ornamental second tower (57') and lantern House: (37' 10 1/2") which give the building its archetectural grace and symmetry.
The bricks from which the building is constructed were manufactured on the site, the clay dug from the marshes which are still a major feature of the town. And so the building sprang from the earth on which it stands, it defines Grimsby not only because of it's imposing presence, but because it is built from it's very soil. It is supposed to be the tallest brick built structure in the world.
The building of the Cofferdams, the Tower and the two docks cost a total of £1,050,000.
Using the Tower
The Dock Tower began it's working life in 1952 when the Royal Dock was completed. The Dock Tower provided hydraulic power for both the lock gates and the operation of 15 cranes along the dockside. The lock gates were made from Oak, Teak and Mahogany and were over 30' high, and require two people to operate them during the 2 and a half minutes it took for them to open. The Tower also provided the fresh water for the whole of the dock site. The source of the Tower's water was a well sunk directly down into the chalk bedrock, deep beneath the bolder clay on which Grimsby stands. This fresh water rose up the tower through a cast iron pipe 200 feet, where it was pumped into a tank by two 10" diameter force pumps on a 25 horse power engine. This gave enough constant hydraulic pressure to suit the docks needs back in the 1800's, and the Tower went on to witness the opening of Grimsby's original fish dock (1857), Fish Dock No. 1(1866), Fish Dock No. 2(1878), Union Dock (1879) and the Alexandra Dock (1880) servicing their needs for power.
After two years of operation the Docks and the Tower were officially opened in October 1854 by Queen Victoria. The Queen was accompanied by Prince Albert and the Princess Royal who rode to the top of the tower on the wooden lift inside. Following her visit the Tower became something of a tourist attraction, and visitors could take the 225' lift ride for 6d.
In 1892, with the advent of electricity, a second tower was built. This was a small 78' accumulator tower which was capable of providing 8 times as much power. This small castellated building was built in a sympathetic design on the pier to the east of the Dock Tower, where it still stands. After less than 50 years in service the Dock Tower was redundant.
In the slightly unhinged fashion of working class men, on various occasions men have dived from the Tower into the Dock, for no better reason than public spectacle. This practice has declined in popularity since the days of human flies, but remained an infrequent but memorable act of bravado until recently.
The design and construction of the tower was given a great accolade when it remained structurally unscathed in the 1931 Dogger Bank earthquake the strongest recorded in this country. The tower swayed but did not stray in the quake on the 7th of June 1931 which measured 6.1 on the Richter scale and whose epicentre was 50km off the coast on the Dogger Bank - the ports' neighbouring fishing ground - and some 21km below sea level. A Hull woman died of a heart attack in the quake and Filey Church spire was twisted, and the quake was felt in Ireland, Denmark and France, but this pencil like structure remained intact. Perhaps the cotton wool cushioned the blow.
Naturally however the Tower did, and does, need occasional maintenance - a process not without note. In the past, while maintaining the building, sleeplejacks have had to built scaffolds which would hang down precariously from the tower's viewing stage. Postcards of the nineteen thirties show the repair work of the period, with such a three tier scaffold, in progress. One incident occurred between the wars when one steeplejack collapsed on the scaffold during an inspection of work, the logistics of getting him in off the scaffold and down the tower would these days be the stuff of 999 TV documentaries but at the time were taken in the stride of the dock workers on hand, used to dealing with accidents both on boats, in the graving docks and in the filleting sheds.
As trade in the port grew apace, the role of the tower was essentially as a valuable landmark for those coming into port. And the ornamental lantern house was used as beacon to guide shipping. The Tower continues to guide shipping in it's way, it's only functional use now being the platform for various radio aerial and satellite dishes. While the port became the busiest in the world the role of the tower as a tourist attraction became of much less importance and the lift was removed before the second world war.
Having survived the earthquake, the tower went on to survive the bombing of Grimsby town and docks. During the second world war it survived bombing because of it's usefulness as a sighting post for traffic, this time not maritime but aerial traffic, the Luftwaffe using it as a reference point to fly due west to Liverpool, and so evaided bombing the tower itself. In 1948 a plaque was unveiled by Admiral Holt, dedicated to the crews of the mine sweepers which operated from the port during WWII. Eventually in 19?? the immense water tanks were removed from the top of the tower.
Now the building is once again an attraction, though it's current owners, Associated British Ports, are somewhat reluctant to allow access to the building for safety reasons - the cost of adiquate supervision would be prohibitive. Open days are now organised a couple of days a year by the Grimsby Rotary Club2 and visitors can once again go up the tower - now only to the first level - but after climbing two hundred feet up the single spiral staircase, the first level is enough for most! The view is still marvellous, with Grimsby town spread out beneath and the Lincolnshire Wolds to the south, the Humber Bridge off to the west and Spurn Point and the North Sea off to the North east. For those who wish to emulate the brave divers of ears gone by, visitors are even invited to jump off the Tower - although now attached to an abseil rope.
Over the last twenty years the building has been recognised as one of cultural importance and part of our industrial heritage. Various preservation orders have been placed upon it at both a local and national level, it now being a grade one listed building. A the town as, finally, seen fit to illuminate the building at night. Marvellous.
The tower can be found on the quayside, accessed from the end of Eastside Road, Westside Road or North Quay. 500 yards from New Clee or Grimsby Docks Railway Stations. OS ref TA 278 113.3
You know that when I hate you, it is because I love you to a point of passion that unhinges my soul. I never for forgive you because you are not mine. I hate you.
My House, London, England.
I am enthralled by old and/or neglected structures and love to explore them when I get the chance.
I have driven by this barn (and a bigger one across from it) countless times and a few days ago I decided to get some pictures. In the other structure, there is a date written on an interior door in pencil (very faint): 1890. Could this be authentic?? There are also names written in ink in cursive (fountain pen?). So fascinating!
Here we see John Densmore reading excerpts from his book "The Doors Unhinged: Jim Morrison's Legacy Goes on Trial." He is reading the chapter where he plays the band's first album to his parents. Apparently, it was easier for John to read the excerpt this way than to read it from a copy of the book itself.
Stephen Perkins, drummer for Jane's Addiction, looks on and listens to John.
Ah, one of the local Maryland Vacciniums. Vase shaped with a pistil packed with pollen that must be shaken out of a pore (that a lot of alliteration waiting to be exploited, but am feeling kind today, so won't). Anyway there are several Vacc specialist out there many with long heads to better reach into these flowers to get there nectar reward (Andrena bradleyi and Colletes validus are good examples). These species also know how to unhinge their wings to vibrate out the pollen (side bar: honey bees do not know how to do this and thus are not the best at pollinating blueberries unless you put in 1 billion of them.). Not sure of species here, but Helen Lowe Metzman took the picture.
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Photography Information:
Canon Mark II 5D, Zerene Stacker, Stackshot Sled, 65mm Canon MP-E 1-5X macro lens, Twin Macro Flash in Styrofoam Cooler, F5.0, ISO 100, Shutter Speed 200
We Are Made One with What We Touch and See
We are resolved into the supreme air,
We are made one with what we touch and see,
With our heart's blood each crimson sun is fair,
With our young lives each spring impassioned tree
Flames into green, the wildest beasts that range
The moor our kinsmen are, all life is one, and all is change.
- Oscar Wilde
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Want some Useful Links to the Techniques We Use? Well now here you go Citizen:
Best over all technical resource for photo stacking:
Free Field Guide to Bee Genera of Maryland:
bio2.elmira.edu/fieldbio/beesofmarylandbookversion1.pdf
Basic USGSBIML set up:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=S-_yvIsucOY
USGSBIML Photoshopping Technique: Note that we now have added using the burn tool at 50% opacity set to shadows to clean up the halos that bleed into the black background from "hot" color sections of the picture.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Bdmx_8zqvN4
Bees of Maryland Organized by Taxa with information on each Genus
www.flickr.com/photos/usgsbiml/collections
PDF of Basic USGSBIML Photography Set Up:
ftp://ftpext.usgs.gov/pub/er/md/laurel/Droege/How%20to%20Take%20MacroPhotographs%20of%20Insects%20BIML%20Lab2.pdf
Google Hangout Demonstration of Techniques:
plus.google.com/events/c5569losvskrv2nu606ltof8odo
or
www.youtube.com/watch?v=4c15neFttoU
Excellent Technical Form on Stacking:
Contact information:
Sam Droege
sdroege@usgs.gov
301 497 5840
Boots - my mom's cat - has a habit of putting her head through or under the railing to grab a quick snack of some grass. I was able to catch her in mid-bite. Very cute but also... creepy as her jaw looks like it was unhinged from her head.
Ely is making some awesome skull themed posters for the Unhinged charity event. She did my photo @ www.flickr.com/photos/66192916@N07/8133491489/in/photostream and I took some shots of my own. Full credits and blog post coming soon. Unhinged blog is: unhingedsl.com/
Credits:
Big Horns - Illusions
Little Horns - Rue
Eyes - Candy Mountain
Skin - Rue
Claws - Ni.ju
Eyeliner/tattoo - Ni.ju
Corset - Word's End Garden
Teeth - Gauze
Ears - Trap
Demon Fade - The Plastik
Skull prop - Girl Not Included
Pose - Bilo - Sari Poses
Arm Tattoo - Erratic
Hair - Decoy
I've been railfanning for going on 19 years, and I have never run across a snake in all that time...until 24 May 2021. And here it is. I don't know what kind of snake it is, but it was ~3' long, did not have any rattles, and was mighty pissed at my presence.
I was walking in a field near Larkspur, CO, and I was looking at the skull of a deer that I was passing, wondering how it was that the lower jaw was perfectly removed and unhinged from the main skull when all of a sudden and without warning the ground right next to me began to move and hiss. Instinctively, I jumped away and at some point in mid-jump, I recognized that it was a snake.
I jumped down the hill in my reaction while the snake's head ran uphill. When I landed, I felt I was out of the strike zone, didn't hear a rattle, and realized the snake was not coming after me. Its head was coiled and its tongue was trying to figure out what I was. I snapped this photo (the two photos are the same, just cropped differently) then was on my way.
As the heart rate came down, I did some quick research. The snake had a triangular-shaped head, which I somewhat recalled typically meant the snake was venomous, but the only venomous snakes in Colorado are rattlers. So I don't know what this snake was, other than it wasn't a rattlesnake, but I gave that area a wide berth when I walked back out.
I've had a bear run at me at full tilt before, but that didn't freak me out nearly as badly as this encounter did! BTW, the bear got within 10-15' of me before it turned off the road I was standing on. My dad, who was around the bend in the road and who just took a shot at it, came running around the bend asking me if I saw the bear. I told him, yep, I got a real good look at it!
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8 different makeups which includes prim lashes with tiny lil sculpted skulls to be found in the gacha.
Do you love classic board games but wish they had more chaos, power-ups, and geckos?
Well, guess what? Geckomania is here to flip the board (figuratively… maybe). Inspired by the timeless fun of "Cheesy" (or "Ludo" if you're feeling 🇪🇺 European), this game takes things to the next level with ⚡ electrifying power-ups that will keep you on the edge of your seat—possibly even falling off in excitement.
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