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For Our Daily Challenge topic, "Most hated household task." So I put flower petals on floor to make it possible to honor this noisy duty. I appreciate the job my vacuum cleaner does but hate the noise.
My 304th photo to make it into Explore. Thank you so much everyone!
Formerly Randy's Car Wash in Melrose Massachusetts. Vacuums taken at night on Kodak Portra 400 with Minolta Maxxum 9.
I made this time slice image from 324 vertical slices, each slice is from a different frame of the timelapse. It looks like the clouds are being sucked out of Earth's atmosphere and into outer space.
Single ended stereo amplifier.
12AT7 driver & EL84 power tubes
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Scheduled for launch in November, ESA astronaut Thomas Pesquet is travelling the world preparing for his six-month adventure on the International Space Station. At NASA’s Johnson Space Center, in Houston, USA, Thomas is putting his spacesuit to the ultimate test on Earth: all the air is pumped out from the Space Station Airlock Test Article to create a vacuum like he would encounter in outer space.
Though Thomas has no spacewalk planned for his Proxima mission, all astronauts who live on the International Space Station are trained for spacewalks in case they need to head outside.
Thomas will be launched into space together with NASA’s Peggy Whitson and cosmonaut Oleg Novitskiy. The trio will soon be training in Russia and will support their colleagues on the next launch to the Space Station in June.
See more photos on Thomas’ Flickr page and follow his training and spaceflight first-hand on social media: thomaspesquet.esa.int
Credit: NASA-Bill Stafford
Vintage Vacuum Tube from an old Conrac CRT television production monitor. For the Macro Mondays Group. Topic: Technology HMM
Entry for my Iron Builder with Kos brick. The secret ingredient for this round is 2 x 2 Domes in Dark Blue.
Invented in about 1905 by Ambrose Fleming, vacuum tubes were a basic component for electronics throughout the first half of the twentieth century, which saw the diffusion of radio, television, radar, sound reinforcement, sound recording and reproduction, large telephone networks, analog and digital computers, and industrial process control
SLR Class :- Y
Introduction year :- 1969 to 1970
No of Locos :- 28
Loco Nos :- 675 to 702
Builder :- Hunslet Engine Co Ltd
State :-England
Prime Mover :- Rolls Royce - DV 8T
Mode of Power transmission :- Diesel Hydraulic
Power :- 530 H.P.
rpm :- 1800
Weight :- 45 ton
Length :- 25’
Wheel arrangement :- 0-6-0
Brake system : - Vacuum
Max speed :- 37 Km/h
Gauge :- 1676 mm
Type :- Shunting Locomotive
Purpose :- Yard and Station shunting.
680 and 693 repainted Red and Silver for C.M.E. Department use.. 680 again repainted Black.
702 repainted Red and Green colour for 50th Year celebration in 2019.
691 destroyed due to Fire near Bluemendal.
27 Locomotives still on service.
Information as at 01.09.2023
See Tags for processing hints. From the Friday July 28th SE PDX PhotoWalk P5; next PdxNightOwls PhotoWalk Friday August 4th. NB56083 - Happy Sliders Sunday!
Thunderstorm on 10.07.2014 somewhere in Hessen, Germany.
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Gewitteraufzug am 10.07.2014 irgendwo in Hessen zwischen Wetzlar und Limburg.
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UG Minifigures Red Death Flash has got it all!
Front printing, back printing, leg printing, underarm printing, a custom made headpiece, a chromed bat-symbol!
Then on top of all that, the design itself so well replicated that when you look at it, makes you hear Motörhead or Black Sabbath almost immediately :P
Dude! Holy cow! Talk about giving Christo a run for his money! :P
Now, to be fully honest, Christo still has a litttttle better quality custom molded parts, but as far as prints go, this fig takes the cake! I mean, this figure has a chrome print! How cool is that! What a neat idea to vacuum metalize this fig of all figs!
A Dark Knight Metal Death Flash ft. Vaccum Metalized prints! How good is that! :P
...I mean really though, if UG should be known for anything, it should be their chroming of their figs! Like, take a look at their Doctor Fate! :P
There are so many things to appreciate about this figure! The design is fantastic and the finest of details in the helmet mold are amazing! It's a super sleek and clean looking figure! FunnyBrick and UG are blowing my mind with this figure and I’m really glad to own one! :)
This has got to be one of my newest favorite figures I own, with out a doubt in my mind! :)
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And now, words of a wise man that once commented on one of Roman's photos that one time because it was too good not to have written up here in this post about DK Metal! Plus it took a long time to write that comment anyway and yeah... idk, but here it is :P
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Okay boys this is gonna get really complicated really quickly so hold on to your cowls!
To know who The Bat Who Laughs is, requires you to know about DC’s “alternate earths” concept.
So back in the 1940s there was only one earth, until Gardner Fox brought back the JSA in the 1960s. So then there was two earths, then three, then an infinite number of earths and then George Perez killed them all with a giant space alien robot. So because of that there was only one earth again, then there was Hypertime in the 90s which we don’t talk about, then there was a few of them again because Grant Morrison and Geoff Johns or something, then Barry Allen had a Flashpoint and there was 52 of them for what ever reason. Then after a few years, now we’re here in DC Rebirth (kinda) where it’s a little ambiguous how many earths there are right now.
So now take all of that info as if it was written on a piece of paper. One side of the paper is white; that represents all the stuff I just said. On the other side of that paper, it’s all black.
That “other side” of the multiverse is what Scott Snyder calls The Dark Multiverse #spooky
"OKAY SO THE DARK MULTIVERSE IS THIS PLACE OF INFINITE DARK EARTHS WHERE EVERY POSSIBLE THING THAT COULD GO BAD HAS GONE BAD. THE BAT WHO LAUGHS IS FROM ONE OF THESE EARTHS WHERE BATMAN WENT CRAZY AND TURNED INTO THE JOKER AND HAS LITTLE ROBIN GOBLINS FOR PETS. SO HE AND THIS DUDE BARBATOS HOOKS UP WITH A BUNCH OF OTHER DARK MULTIVERSE JUSTICE LEAGUE MEMBERS LIKE BATMAN FLASH AND BATMAN CYBORG AND BATMAN DOOMSDAY ALL BECAUSE BATMAN IS SO F-ING COOL AND MAKES US SO MUCH MONEY OMG" -- The DC Executives
Aaaand that's Dark Knights Metal in a nutshell (this took way to long to write and I left out A LOT of details like about Hawkman being an earth forger and all the stuff about n'th metals and junk about the source wall and shit, plus all the radical costume designs that sound like Death Metal when you look at them).
It's a cool story.
Also...comics are dumb and super complicated :P
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One thing that I find so annoying is when I buy Spinach at the grocery store it doesn't last very long. So, I got myself this nifty vacuum sealer and this is how I store it and it stays fresh much longer!
The lack of graffiti and the strong uniformity of social propriety that makes the thought of defacing your own city and its conveniences, such as this subway and the stations unthinkable is one of the nicest things about South Korea.
I've stated this elsewhere but will say it again here: there are NO POLICE anywhere on any subways or subway stations because the almost total absence of crime in these places does not warrant it.
My favorite illustration of this is that I could put my 10-year-old niece on the subway in eastern Seoul at midnight and send her to the furthest station in the west of Seoul and the chances of her getting there safely are about 100%. In Chicago the chances of her NOT getting there safely are about 100%!
Pentax ist*DS with Pentax 18-55mm lens.
May 2013
M50 mark II and Asahi Super Takumar 50mm F1.4. Model: my Twin Darling vacuum tube amplifier, with CV5311 driver tubes (the small ones) and 1626 power tubes (the big Coke-bottles;)
Octal base metal envelope tubes were introduced by GE in 1935 followed shortly by glass envelopes. Pin 1 (of 8) had been reserved for grounding the metal enclosure, however glass freed pin 1 for more complex designs such as dual triodes and pentodes.
Flickr Friday - Obsolete
I though I’d post an after vacuuming photo as balance to show that I did get a bit of relaxation as well. The outfit is very comfy and perfect for the household chores as well as being ok to wear out for shopping trips. I’ve had a lovely day and am still wearing the outfit, a full day as Jane, my first for ages!
Stay safe,
Jane xxx
A view taken at Prestatyn in May 1984 where BR Sulzer Type 2 Class 25/3 25311 rattles eastbound with an unidentified vacuum-braked freight comprising a BR 20-ton standard brake van and a rake of empty 13-ton open wagons. The LMS had developed these high-sided wooden-bodied wagons with corrugated steel ends to provide greater operational durability and their production continued under BR.
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Vacuum cleaner Galaxy (#M109) in LRGB mode. Around 10 hours of integration. This Galaxy is around 60 Million lightyears away from earth and has a diameter of 110 000 Lightyears. It was post-processed in Astropixelprocessor, Pixinsight and Photoshop.
Camera was #qhy268m
#C11 at 2000mm focal lenght
#EQ8R
#youresa
#astrophotography #longexposure
St Andrew and St Patrick, Elveden, Suffolk
As you approach Elveden, there is Suffolk’s biggest war memorial, to those killed from the three parishes that meet at this point. It is over 30 metres high, and you used to be able to climb up the inside. Someone in the village told me that more people have been killed on the road in Elveden since the end of the War than there are names on the war memorial. I could well believe it. Until about five years ago, the busy traffic of the A11 Norwich to London road hurtled through the village past the church, slowed only to a ridiculously high 50 MPH. If something hits you at that speed, then no way on God's Earth are you going to survive. Now there's a bypass, thank goodness.
Many people will know St Andrew and St Patrick as another familiar landmark on the road, but as you are swept along in the stream of traffic you are unlikely to appreciate quite how extraordinary a building it is. For a start, it has two towers. And a cloister. And two naves, effectively. It has undergone three major building programmes in the space of thirty years, any one of which would have sufficed to transform it utterly.
If you had seen this church before the 1860s, you would have thought it nothing remarkable. A simple aisle-less, clerestory-less building, typical of, and indistinguishable from, hundreds of other East Anglian flint churches. A journey to nearby Barnham will show you what I mean.
The story of the transformation of Elveden church begins in the early 19th century, on the other side of the world. The leader of the Sikhs, Ranjit Singh, controlled a united Punjab that stretched from the Khyber Pass to the borders of Tibet. His capital was at Lahore, but more importantly it included the Sikh holy city of Amritsar. The wealth of this vast Kingdom made him a major power-player in early 19th century politics, and he was a particular thorn in the flesh of the British Imperial war machine. At this time, the Punjab had a great artistic and cultural flowering that was hardly matched anywhere in the world.
It was not to last. The British forced Ranjit Singh to the negotiating table over the disputed border with Afghanistan, and a year later, in 1839, he was dead. A power vacuum ensued, and his six year old son Duleep Singh became a pawn between rival factions. It was exactly the opportunity that the British had been waiting for, and in February 1846 they poured across the borders in their thousands. Within a month, almost half the child-Prince's Kingdom was in foreign hands. The British installed a governor, and started to harvest the fruits of their new territory's wealth.
Over the next three years, the British gradually extended their rule, putting down uprisings and turning local warlords. Given that the Sikh political structures were in disarray, this was achieved at considerable loss to the invaders - thousands of British soldiers were killed. They are hardly remembered today. British losses at the Crimea ten years later were much slighter, but perhaps the invention of photography in the meantime had given people at home a clearer picture of what was happening, and so the Crimea still remains in the British folk memory.
For much of the period of the war, Prince Duleep Singh had remained in the seclusion of his fabulous palace in Lahore. However, once the Punjab was secure, he was sent into remote internal exile.
The missionaries poured in. Bearing in mind the value that Sikh culture places upon education, perhaps it is no surprise that their influence came to bear on the young Prince, and he became a Christian. The extent to which this was forced upon him is lost to us today.
A year later, the Prince sailed for England with his mother. He was admitted to the royal court by Queen Victoria, spending time both at Windsor and, particularly, in Scotland, where he grew up. In the 1860s, the Prince and his mother were significant members of London society, but she died suddenly in 1863. He returned with her ashes to the Punjab, and there he married. His wife, Bamba Muller, was part German, part Ethiopian. As part of the British pacification of India programme, the young couple were granted the lease on a vast, derelict stately home in the depths of the Suffolk countryside. This was Elveden Hall. He would never see India again.
With some considerable energy, Duleep Singh set about transforming the fortunes of the moribund estate. Being particularly fond of hunting (as a six year old, he'd had two tutors - one for learning the court language, Persian, and the other for hunting to hawk) he developed the estate for game. The house was rebuilt in 1870.
The year before, the Prince had begun to glorify the church so that it was more in keeping with the splendour of his court. This church, dedicated to St Andrew, was what now forms the north aisle of the present church. There are many little details, but the restoration includes two major features; firstly, the remarkable roof, with its extraordinary sprung sprung wallposts set on arches suspended in the window embrasures, and, secondly, the font, which Mortlock tells us is in the Sicilian-Norman style. Supported by eight elegant columns, it is very beautiful, and the angel in particular is one of Suffolk's loveliest. You can see him in an image on the left.
Duleep Singh seems to have settled comfortably into the role of an English country gentleman. And then, something extraordinary happened. The Prince, steeped in the proud tradition of his homeland, decided to return to the Punjab to fulfill his destiny as the leader of the Sikh people. He got as far as Aden before the British arrested him, and sent him home. He then set about trying to recruit Russian support for a Sikh uprising, travelling secretly across Europe in the guise of an Irishman, Patrick Casey. In between these times of cloak and dagger espionage, he would return to Elveden to shoot grouse with the Prince of Wales, the future King Edward VII. It is a remarkable story.
Ultimately, his attempts to save his people from colonial oppression were doomed to failure. He died in Paris in 1893, the British seemingly unshakeable in their control of India. He was buried at Elveden churchyard in a simple grave.
The chancel of the 1869 church is now screened off as a chapel, accessible from the chancel of the new church, but set in it is the 1894 memorial window to Maharaja Prince Duleep Singh, the Adoration of the Magi by Kempe & Co.
And so, the Lion of the North had come to a humble end. His five children, several named after British royal princes, had left Elveden behind; they all died childless, one of them as recently as 1957. The estate reverted to the Crown, being bought by the brewing family, the Guinnesses.
Edward Cecil Guinness, first Earl Iveagh, commemorated bountifully in James Joyce's 1916 Ulysses, took the estate firmly in hand. The English agricultural depression had begun in the 1880s, and it would not be ended until the Second World War drew the greater part of English agriculture back under cultivation. It had hit the Estate hard. But Elveden was transformed, and so was the church.
Iveagh appointed William Caroe to build an entirely new church beside the old. It would be of such a scale that the old church of St Andrew would form the south aisle of the new church. The size may have reflected Iveagh's visions of grandeur, but it was also a practical arrangement, to accommodate the greatly enlarged staff of the estate. Attendance at church was compulsory; non-conformists were also expected to go, and the Guinnesses did not employ Catholics.
Between 1904 and 1906, the new structure went up. Mortlock recalls that Pevsner thought it 'Art Nouveau Gothic', which sums it up well. Lancet windows in the north side of the old church were moved across to the south side, and a wide open nave built beside it. Curiously, although this is much higher than the old and incorporates a Suffolk-style roof, Caroe resisted the temptation of a clerestory. The new church was rebenched throughout, and the woodwork is of a very high quality. The dates of the restoration can be found on bench ends up in the new chancel, and exploring all the symbolism will detain you for hours. Emblems of the nations of the British Isles also feature in the floor tiles.
The new church was dedicated to St Patrick, patron Saint of the Guinnesses' homeland. At this time, of course, Ireland was still a part of the United Kingdom, and despite the tensions and troubles of the previous century the Union was probably stronger at the opening of the 20th century than it had ever been. This was to change very rapidly. From the first shots fired at the General Post Office in April 1916, to complete independence in 1922, was just six years. Dublin, a firmly protestant city, in which the Iveaghs commemorated their dead at the Anglican cathedral of St Patrick, became the capital city of a staunchly Catholic nation. The Anglicans, the so-called Protestant Ascendancy, left in their thousands during the 1920s, depopulating the great houses, and leaving hundreds of Anglican parish churches completely bereft of congregations. Apart from a concentration in the wealthy suburbs of south Dublin, there are hardly any Anglicans left in the Republic today. But St Patrick's cathedral maintains its lonely witness to long years of British rule; the Iveagh transept includes the vast war memorial to WWI dead, and all the colours of the Irish regiments - it is said that 99% of the Union flags in the Republic are in the Guinness chapel of St Patrick's cathedral. Dublin, of course, is famous as the biggest city in Europe without a Catholic cathedral. It still has two Anglican ones.
Against this background then, we arrived at Elveden. The church is uncomfortably close to the busy road, but the sparkle of flint in the recent rain made it a thing of great beauty. The main entrance is now at the west end of the new church. The surviving 14th century tower now forms the west end of the south aisle, and we will come back to the other tower beyond it in a moment.
You step into a wide open space under a high, heavy roof laden with angels. There is a wide aisle off to the south; this is the former nave, and still has something of that quality. The whole space is suffused with gorgeously coloured light from excellent 19th and 20th century windows. These include one by Frank Brangwyn, at the west end of the new nave. Andrew and Patrick look down from a heavenly host on a mother and father entertaining their children and a host of woodland animals by reading them stories. It is quite the loveliest thing in the building.
Other windows, mostly in the south aisle, are also lovely. Hugh Easton's commemorative window for the former USAAF base at Elveden is magnificent. Either side are windows to Iveaghs - a gorgeous George killing a dragon, also by Hugh Easton, and a curious 1971 assemblage depicting images from the lives of Edward Guinness's heir and his wife, which also works rather well. The effect of all three windows together is particularly fine when seen from the new nave.
Turning ahead of you to the new chancel, there is the mighty alabaster reredos. It cost £1,200 in 1906, about a quarter of a million in today’s money. It reflects the woodwork, in depicting patron Saints and East Anglian monarchs, around a surprisingly simple Supper at Emmaus. This reredos, and the Brangwyn window, reminded me of the work at the Guinness’s other spiritual home, St Patrick’s Cathedral in Dublin, which also includes a window by Frank Brangwyn commisioned by them. Everything is of the highest quality. Rarely has the cliché ‘no expense spared’ been as accurate as it is here.
Up at the front, a little brass plate reminds us that Edward VII slept through a sermon here in 1908. How different it must have seemed to him from the carefree days with his old friend the Maharajah! Still, it must have been a great occasion, full of Edwardian pomp, and the glitz that only the fabulously rich can provide. Today, the church is still splendid, but the Guinesses are no longer fabulously rich, and attendance at church is no longer compulsory for estate workers; there are far fewer of them anyway. The Church of England is in decline everywhere; and, let us be honest, particularly so in this part of Suffolk, where it seems to have retreated to a state of siege. Today, the congregation of this mighty citadel is as low as half a dozen. The revolutionary disappearance of Anglican congregations in the Iveagh's homeland is now being repeated in a slow, inexorable English way.
You wander outside, and there are more curiosities. Set in the wall are two linked hands, presumably a relic from a broken 18th century memorial. They must have been set here when the wall was moved back in the 1950s. In the south chancel wall, the bottom of an egg-cup protrudes from among the flints. This is the trademark of the architect WD Caroe. To the east of the new chancel, Duleep Singh’s gravestone is a very simple one. It is quite different in character to the church behind it. A plaque on the east end of the church remembers the centenary of his death.
Continuing around the church, you come to the surprise of a long cloister, connecting the remodelled chancel door of the old church to the new bell tower. It was built in 1922 as a memorial to the wife of the first Earl Iveagh. Caroe was the architect again, and he installed eight bells, dedicated to Mary, Gabriel, Edmund, Andrew, Patrick, Christ, God the Father, and the King. The excellent guidebook recalls that his intention was for the bells to be cast to maintain the hum and tap tones of the renowned ancient Suffolk bells of Lavenham... thus the true bell music of the old type is maintained.
This church is magnificent, obviously enough. It has everything going for it, and is a national treasure. And yet, it has hardly any congregation. So, what is to be done?
If we continue to think of rural historic churches as nothing more than outstations of the Church of England, it is hard to see how some of them will survive. This church in particular has no future in its present form as a village parish church. New roles must be found, new ways to involve local people and encourage their use. One would have thought that this would be easier here than elsewhere.
The other provoking thought was that this building summed up almost two centuries of British imperial adventure, and that we lived in a world that still suffered from the consequences. It is worth remembering where the wealth that rebuilt St Andrew and St Patrick came from.
As so often in British imperial history, interference in other peoples’ problems and the imposition of short-term solutions has left massive scars and long-cast shadows. For the Punjab, as in Ireland, there are no simple solutions. Sheer proximity has, after several centuries of cruel and exploitative involvement, finally encouraged the British government to pursue a solution in Ireland that is not entirely based on self-interest. I fear that the Punjab is too far away for the British to care very much now about what they did there then.
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