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Oulton Park is a great circuit that has yet to be spoilt with run off areas the size of Brighton Beach and, as such, suits historic motor sport down to the ground. Drivers enjoy it as do spectators, who have the freedom to wander and watch almost at will. But it has to be said, today’s racing was boring. Maybe it’s too early in the year, maybe the grids were too small, or maybe the races, one lasting seventy-five minutes, were just too long.
Funnily enough, it was the race with the smallest entry that was the most exciting. Just eight cars started the Old Hall Trophy FF 1600 race but Douglas Crosbie and Samuel Carrington-Yates had a right ding dong battle for second place with neither giving an inch. In the end the two Van Diemans were beaten by the faster Ray GRS09 of Neil Alberico, with Douglas second.
The afternoon began with the Clay Hill Trophy 1970s Celebration Race, an easy win for Russell Paterson in the orange Morgan Plus Eight. The two Porsche 911 RSRs of Mark Bates and Paul Howells followed him home some thirty seconds adrift but it was the sideways Escort RS1800 of Mark Wright that provided a modicum of entertainment. Only eight cars finished.
The Pre-1966 Touring Car Race was jolly good fun with many battles breaking out during the sixty minutes of close encounters. Henry Mann seemed a might surprised to be given the chequered flag in his red Alan Mann Cortina, beating the similar Lotus of David Hall by seven seconds, while the Mustang of Dowd and Cooke went off song and although setting fasted qualifying time struggled to finish third. Further down in the pack, the Nick Smith Mini stormed home fourth leaving ex-F1 driver Roberto Moreno to die a death and retire. Retro-Speed favourites Andy Harrison and Tony Jardine peddled the red peril home to a well-judged thirteenth.
It should have rained for the Knickerbrook Trophy for World Sportscars but it didn’t, so the gaggle of Chevrons fought it out with the lone Lola for overall honours in the dry, depriving the spectators of at least one unpredictable race. That the Minshaws led the field home in their ultra rapid B8 was no big surprise. The same could not be said for the Lyons Lola T70 MK3b that popped and banged its way around the circuit for thirty minutes before eventually finishing well and truly last.
At 16:15 ten Pre-1966 GT cars set of on a seventy-five-minute marathon that had everybody falling asleep. The Mike Whitaker TVR Griffith stormed off into the distance and then slowed to a steady cruise after the Schryver/Hadfield Lotus 26R showed it lacked the consistent pace to mount a challenge. Everyone continued circulating, probably feeling ever lonely and unnecessarily burning fuel, until to everyone’s relief and with darkness in the air, the flag fell. The Marcos 1800GT of Tice and Conoly finished third while the pretty dark blue Diva GT of Aylett and Farrell led the Austin Healey 100/4 home at the tail end.
I came away feeling the Masters Series was jumping the gun. Like the Mille Miglia it needs glamour and sunshine to attract the crowds, both were missing from Oulton Park. For the organisers of this prestigious series of Championship gatherings, surely the season really begins in Barcelona.
Healed picture of my tattoo
I have been toying around with this idea for about 3 or 4 years now, and could never justify getting it because im a volunteer. but thanks to some generous friends and family. this is my late christmas present!
the text is an excerpt of a J.R.R Tolkein quote that goes
“All that is gold does not glitter, not all those who wander are lost; the old that is strong does not wither, deep roots are not reached by the frost.
Like I said, I live in Australia as a volunteer. And have for nearly 3 years. During that time I have not stayed just in one place, I have been up and down the east coast and up several times to Papua New Guinea and now to Thailand and Burma. I dont think I have stayed put for over 4 months in this 3 year span. and dont plan on buckling down long term any time soon…
I guess you can say I have aquired a healthy case of what they call ” wander lust ”
I believe Tolkien in this poem is saying that things are not always as they first appear, nor should you assume that things will stay as they first appear to be.
so this is a reminder, and to signify that I am merely a wanderer with a purpose. I may seem to jump from here to there and back again, aimlessly chasing my whims. But in fact, my roots run deeper than they appear…even if they don’t keep me stuck in one place or opinion for too long. and im actively gaining a perception of things outside of what I would normally know.
The things I have learned while apparantly wandering around and working for free. are some of the most precious things I will ever have in my life. My preceptions of the world, knowledge of different cultures, my love for people and my relationship with God have drastically changed and through it all have gained a new passion for life and wanting to seeing others live.
Woltersdorf ist ein beliebtes Ausflugsziel gleich hinter der Berliner Stadtgrenze im Südosten. Gelegen ist es zwischen zwei großen Seen, dem Kalksee und dem Flakensee, die über die Woltersdorfer Schleuse miteinander verbunden sind
Auf dem Weg zur Riffelspitz in der Hirzerregion
Aufnahme mit Carl Zeiss Flektogon 35mm F2,4 (M42, DDR-Prod.)
Every time I wandered from my hotel I got hopelessly lost in the streets of Venice, Italy which seemed almost like a maze to me because you were shielded from seeing any familiar landmarks by the narrow streets and tall buildings. I guess you could substitute "lost" for "exploration" and feel good about the whole experience, which I eventually did.
Auf dem Weg zur Riffelspitz in der Hirzerregion
Aufnahme mit Carl Zeiss Flektogon 35mm F2,4 (M42, DDR-Prod.)
Blick über das Passeiertal Richtung Stubaier Alpen
Aufnahme mit Carl Zeiss Flektogon 35mm F2,4 (M42, DDR-Prod.)
Blick über das Passeiertal Richtung Stubaier Alpen
Aufnahme mit Carl Zeiss Flektogon 35mm F2,4 (M42, DDR-Prod.)
Hintereggalm und Mahdalm auf dem Weg zur Riffelspitz
Aufnahme mit Carl Zeiss Flektogon 35mm F2,4 (M42, DDR-Prod.)
Today was chilly and rainy and I didn't feel much like going out and doing anything. On days like today, my mind wanders instead. The idea of long-term, long-distance self-powered journeys is a common topic for my mind, which I attribute at least partially to my seafaring-explorer viking heritage. ;-)
The rather improbable (though theoretically possible) journey I dreamed up today: Get in a kayak packed with supplies on Cassadaga Lake, a tiny little lake not far from me. This drains into the navigable Conawango creek, which joins the alleghany river, which joins the ohio river, which flows into the Mississippi river and goes down to the gulf of mexico. There in one of Louisiana's port cities I would find some merchant ship headed for the west coast via the Panama canal that would lend me a ride, and spend the worst of the winter kayaking around the gigantic manmade lakes in panama, maybe learn scuba diving and visit the submerged towns while I'm there. :-) Then find another ship headed up to California, maybe visit some friends in LA, and find a ride down to the start of the Pacific crest trail, which I would then hike up through California and Oregon and Washington to the border of Canada. After that I must admit I have no idea. :-D I stopped thinking about it and took a picture instead.
The map in the background is the Adirondack High Peaks region, and those boots have gone from my first backpacking trip in eight grade to the 'Dacks and finally through 5 countries in South America. They are now comfortably retired. ;-)
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Taken at the underwater video shoot in the Amersfoort swimming pool for the Wander Project we are working on with Zesbaans.
More info at www.zesbaans.nl
Das Silberbachtal befindet sich in einem urigen Waldgebiet bei Horn Bad Meinberg am Egge Osthang.
Eisskulpturen am und im Silberbach.
Langzeitbelichtung mit ND Filter.
Broadway Theater and Commercial Historic District No. 79000484
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Clifton's Cafeteria, Brookdale, 1935
648 S Broadway
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The austere grill covering the front facade makes you wander what treasure could possibly be lurking underneith. Enter through the front doors, and suddenly you don't care. The interior is the real delight of this restaurant. If you're looking for a meal just the way "Mom" or (in some cases) "Grandma" used to make, then this is it. Straight from the can to the pan, Clifton's serves good old fashioned food. You can't help but smile sitting in a dusty forest setting, either.
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-- With a still-existing motto of "Dine Free Unless Delighted",[10] Clifton's second Golden Rule was opened in 1935 when Clifford Clinton purchased the lease of the former Boos Brothers Cafeteria at 648 So Broadway Street in Los Angeles.[2][17]
Having himself spent time as a youth the Santa Cruz Mountains not far from the famous Brookdale Lodge, he chose to redecorate the facility in 1939 to pattern it after the lodge.[17] Working with rock sculptor Francois Scotti, Clifford created a 20 foot waterfall "cascading into a quiet stream" which then "meandered" through the dining room, past faux redwood trees used to conceal the room's steel columns.[17][21] Renowned Los Angeles muralist, Einar C. Petersen, created a life size forest on canvas to cover one wall,[17] and a small chapel was set among the crags to fulfill Clifford's desire to feed the soul as well as the body of depression-weary Angelinos.[17] After refurbishment, he renamed the location "Clifton's Brookdale".[22] The interior includes a stuffed moose head, animated raccoons, and a fishing bear.[8][11][23]
The restaurant is described as one of the last vestiges of Old Broadway in downtown Los Angeles, with an interior that looks like a "slightly down-at-the-heels Disney version of a twilight forest".[16] In June 2006, co-owner Robert Clinton took final steps to purchase the Broadway building they had been otherwise leasing for 71 years.[10][24] With over 600 seats on three floors, and known today simply as "Clifton's Cafeteria",[11] it is noted as the oldest cafeteria in Los Angeles and the largest public cafeteria in the world.[6][10] The third floor includes a party room, a banquet room, and lots of pictures of Clifford and Norma Clinton. There is a secret room on an upper floor. There is also another set of restrooms down the stairs in the bottom basement. The restaurant's busiest period was in the 1940s, with as many as 10,000 customers forming lines down Broadway, but as of 2009 Clifton's still regularly serves 1,800 to 2,000 daily.[10] The restaurant can be seen in the Edmond O'Brien 1950's version of D.O.A.It is now run by Clifford Clinton's son Donald Clinton and his grandson Robert Clinton.
Wikipedia: Clifton's Cafeteria: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Clifton's_Cafeteria