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Taken with a Minolta X-700 with Motor Drive 1, a Fujifilm Fujicolor C200 film and a MD Rokkor-X 50mm f1.4 lens.
This delicate smudge in deep space is far more turbulent than it first appears. Known as IRAS 14348-1447 — a name derived in part from that of its discoverer, the Infrared Astronomical Satellite (IRAS for short) — this celestial object is actually a combination of two gas-rich spiral galaxies. This doomed duo approached one another too closely in the past, gravity causing them to affect and tug at each other and slowly, destructively, merge into one. The image was taken by Hubble’s Advanced Camera for Surveys (ACS).
More information: www.spacetelescope.org/images/potw1701a/
Credit:
ESA/Hubble & NASA
keep trying..keep believing..and miracles will come...at least thats what i told myself when im stucked...
well..this shot was quite a faillure..lol..see the bokeh circles infront of danbo??thats something im experimenting..i rarely(infact..never) put any bokeh circles infront of my subject b4..as i always think that its distracting...but after sooo many bokeh shots i've done..i think i shouldnt limit myself with that..so now im sourcing and experimenting new way of creating bokehs..as well as new positions..well even tho the result was miles away from what im expecting..but i guess i shouldnt give up after only 1 try.. ^^ so yea..witness my failure here..and i'll bounce back!! bwahahahaha~ *evil*
btw..the origami crane thingy was made by my gf(using the left over paper used to create the front bokeh)..it was really really small..only around 8mm(W) x 6mm(H) x 5mm(D)..
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Remember When - Alan Jackson
When I do count the clock that tells the time,
And see the brave day sunk in hideous night;
When I behold the violet past prime,
And sable curls, all silvered o'er with white;
When lofty trees I see barren of leaves,
Which erst from heat did canopy the herd,
And summer's green all girded up in sheaves,
Borne on the bier with white and bristly beard,
Then of thy beauty do I question make,
That thou among the wastes of time must go,
Since sweets and beauties do themselves forsake
And die as fast as they see others grow;
And nothing 'gainst Time's scythe can make defence
Save breed, to brave him when he takes thee hence.
William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Sonnet XII
When it's 100 during the day, people come out at night. Even in the rain! These streets were full of little restaurant, bars, and tourist traps. Plenty of county fair type games, and even a few traditional Japanese archery rooms.
Near Lanmodez, Brittany, France. A fascinating view. The sun is still shining, but you can see the dark clouds coming closer and closer. The sea sparkles, and the little isles are bathing in sunlight... but not for long. Thunder is rolling already...
I was heading to Tokyo's national museum then i saw them working so hard & i felt like taking a photo of them
Thoughts. We cannot see them. We cannot always predict them. But we cannot deny this about them: They define our lives. Think well, live well. Think poorly, live poorly. It’s no wonder that God urges us to “be careful how you think” (Proverbs 4:23). God loves us too much to let us lead a life marked by poor thinking. He made our brains. He can retrain our brains.
I embrace and cherish a Christian worldview. Namely, God made us, saves us, pastors us, and is coming back for us. The promise of heaven thrills me, and the assurance of God’s love sustains me.
The secret sauce for thought management is a genuine faith in the God of the Bible. Invite Jesus to change you by changing your thoughts.
Tame Your Thoughts: Three Tools to Renew Your Mind and Transform Your Life
Read more Tame Your Thoughts: Three Tools to Renew Your Mind and Transform Your Life -Max Lucado
Day 3 of my roadtrip: Another one from Christmas Eve, when I got plenty of gifts from the skies! :)
Please feel free to leave a comment and/or critique. Favs are welcome too! ;)
Brief History of Maryborough.
This fertile area of Queensland was the fifth area to be settled when it was still part of NSW. The first settlement in QLD was at Redcliffe (and later Moreton Bay) as a convict colony in 1824. This was followed by white settlement at Ipswich in 1842 and further inland in the mountains at Warwick in 1847. The NSW government sent explorers to the Mary River area in 1842 which was when the river was named. Then in 1847 inland from the Mary River a town was surveyed but not gazetted until 1849. It was Gayndah which now claims to be the oldest town in QLD. The establishment of Gayndah is remarkable given transport difficulties. Near the coast Maryborough was the site of a wharf for pastoralists in 1847 and later a small town was created in 1850 making Maryborough the fifth settlement in what is now QLD. The first land sales at Maryborough were in 1852 although a general store had opened before this time on leased land in 1848. The new town of Maryborough was sited on the Mary River which rises near the Glasshouse Mountains inland from the Sunshine Coast. It generally flows northwards to enter the sea a few miles downstream from the town of Maryborough. The Mary River was named after Lady Mary Lennox the wife of the Governor of NSW Charles Fitzroy. The little town struggled to establish itself but once QLD got independence from NSW in 1859 Maryborough began to grow more quickly as free white settlers spread around the new colony. The delays in growth were partly caused by local Aboriginal resistance to the white pastoralists. Between 1847 and 1853 twenty eight white settlers were killed by Aboriginal people. A white massacre of around 100 Aboriginal people in the early 1850s brought some calm to the area and broke the resistance of the Gubbi Gubbi people. The Gubbi Gubbi people were called the Gin Gins by white settlers hence the name for that town north of Maryborough. Like so many Australian towns Maryborough’s growth was fuelled by mining discoveries. Maryborough was declared an official QLD port in 1859 and the first ship load of immigrants disembarked directly at Maryborough in 1860. Most were female and instead of obtaining work as servants immediately accepted offers of marriage from the men of the district. Maryborough became a municipality in 1861. It soon had a Customs House, a Courthouse and School of Arts but it really grew with the discovery of gold inland at Gympie. Maryborough served as the pot for goods going to and from Gympie from 1867 onwards. The QLD Land Acts of 1867 also opened up the pastoral leasehold lands to farmers for the first time. The main crops grown were maize and sugar. At about the same time as the Gympie gold rush Maryborough got its first sugar mill, a timber mill and John Walker of Ballarat opened a foundry and engineering works to produce mining equipment just as he had done previously in Ballarat. The port expanded and the town grew. A new Post Office (1869), hotels and general stores opened to cater for the miners and the townspeople. By 1871 Maryborough had 3,500 residents with its own newspaper’s, churches and schools. The wider district population was 9,000 people. By 1876 the population had swelled to 5,700 people. The first railway opened in Maryborough in 1881 when a line connected the port with Gympie gold fields.
Maryborough South Sea Islander Hospital. The Kanaka indentured labour system was introduced to QLD in 1863. The Polynesian Hawaiians called themselves kanakas. This was the term used in the 19th century to cover the South Sea Islander indentured labourers. Most who came to the Maryborough region (and Bundaberg too) were from the Solomon Islands and the New Hebrides (now Vanuatu). Some Islanders were also taken as indentured labourers to Chile, to Canada, to California and to Fiji. The arrival of the first indentured islanders coincided with the beginnings of
the sugar industry in the Maryborough region. Sugar is a very intense labour crop and in the USA, the Caribbean and
South America African slaves were used for such work until the mid-19th century. The Americans had their tragic Civil War to end slavery there. British colonies were not allowed to have slaves by the 1830s century including all of the Australia colonies. African slaves were gradually freed in the Caribbean and elsewhere in the mid-19th century. South America had its slaves all freed by the 1870s. Although descendants of the South Sea Islanders like to refer to themselves as the Sugar Slaves this term would be highly offensive to all descendants of African slaves of the Americas and Caribbean. Indentured labour was a common labour system in the 19th century and continued into the 20th century. In Australia the Commonwealth government ran a similar indentured labour scheme for young British men who wanted to be farm labourers. They served a three year term, with no pay until they had completed their indenture, and they needed government permission to buy work boots or any other item. In SA this scheme was known as the Barwell Boys (Barwell was the SA premier at the time) scheme but it operated in WA and other states too. This indentured labour system ended in 1925.
So when the indentured South Sea Islander trade was established in Queensland in 1863 the first labourers were covered by the 1861 Masters and Servants Acts. (All colonies – and later states- had such acts which controlled labour relations right through to the 1980 and 1990s when anti-discrimination and equal opportunity acts watered them down.) Queensland acted quickly after 1863 and introduced the Polynesian Labourers Act in 1868. Amongst the many clauses of the act was the establishment of inspectors of conditions on plantations where South Sea Islanders were indentured. They weighed food rations, inspected housing and clothing. The act was also designed to protect the Islanders’ basic rights and to stop the “kidnapping” of Islanders. All ships captains had to ensure that there was no coercion and that the Islander’s recruitment was consistent with the QLD Polynesian Labourers Act. Although white settlers and Islanders died of fevers and tropical diseases frequently in the Maryborough area it had one of four Islander Hospitals erected by the QLD government in the early 1880s to help alleviate disease and death among the Islander populations in QLD. The first inspector for the health conditions of the Islanders began work in Maryborough in 1875.Their complaints about the conditions under which Islanders lived led to the opening of the 50 bed Maryborough Pacific Islander Hospital and doctor’s residence. Islanders had a higher death rate from disease than whites and extra health care was needed. Thus the Maryborough Hospital opened in 1883 to improve health conditions but it closed just five years later. Like other Islander hospitals it was funded from the wages due to dead Islanders. These wages were diverted to state government coffers. Attached to the hospital was an Islander cemetery which was formally established in 1891 but was used for interments whilst the hospital existed. A total of 363 Islander patients died at the hospital and were presumably all buried in the cemetery. The Maryborough Pacific Islander Hospital buildings were removed in 1892 and some equipment moved to the Maryborough Hospital which established a separate Kanaka ward. The site of the Pacific Island Hospital and cemetery was left vacant until sold off as vacant land in 1911. A controversy arose a couple of years when the Maryborough Council was considering allowing building on the former site. Action were than taken to have the site declared a heritage area. The outcome for this has not yet been decided. If building approval were to happen one can only hope that a suitable memorial and monument is placed there to remind everyone of Maryborough’s role in the South Sea Islander traffic. The site is near Tinana 5 kms west of Maryborough.
The first South Sea Islander labourers arrived at the port of Maryborough in 1867 on the schooner Mary Smith. All were male and found employed straight away with the Maryborough Sugar Company. They were paid £6 per year (paid at the end for the three year contract) compared with a white labourers who would have received up to £30 a year. The Islanders also were fed and housed which the white labourers were not. The Maryborough Sugar Company also paid for the voyage to and from the South Sea Islands. When the Mary borough Pacific Islander Hospital closed in 1888 it was partially because the number for South Sea Islanders was declining in the district. Numbers continued to fall in the 1890s as sugar profits declined. Then all South Sea Islanders were covered by the “White Australia Acts” of the new Federal Government in 1901. At that time the Islander population in Queensland was at its peak with around 9,000 Islanders. Commonwealth legislation banned recruitment from 1904 and started deportation in 1906. By 1908 7,000 Islanders had been deported and about 2,000 were allowed to stay on in Australia because of marriage or health or other issues. Over the life time of the South Sea Islander trade around 60,000 Islanders had been brought into Queensland and of those about a quarter were employed in the Maryborough district.
The Port of Maryborough.
The town actually began with a wharf as once prospective settlers learned that the River Mary was navigable white pastoralist and cotton and maize farmers moved into the district upstream from around 1848. Then in 1859 as the colony of Queensland was created from New South Wales a new international port was created at Maryborough. The town had moved from West Maryborough to the present site. Consequently the first Customs House was erected in 1861. In 1860 the first vessels arrived at the port of Maryborough direct from Europe with a load of immigrants. In 1869 nearly 7,000 immigrants had landed in Maryborough and by 1878 nearly 16,000 had landed here. In fact between 1860 and 1900 around 22,000 immigrants arrived directly in Maryborough from England and Europe. Maryborough also had a coastal steamer service to Brisbane and Rockhampton. From 1867 it also handled all the goods going into and the gold coming out of the goldfields at Gympie. In the last quarter of the 19th century the port of Maryborough handled saw timber, sugar, wool, meat, gold, maize, etc. Before the end of the 19th century when river ports like Maryborough were about to be forgotten because they could not handle larger steamers its imports and exports were roughly in balance in terms of value. The most valuable exports were: gold, silver, copper, fruit, hides and skins, sugar and wool. Of these the most valuable were sugar £50,000, raw and refined, followed by silver/lead £33,000, gold/silver £9,000 and skin/hides £8,000.
Among the early immigrants were shiploads of German settlers from 1860. As the numbers grew the first Lutheran pastor arrived in 1864 followed by a second in 1867. These and later pastors came from Germany or Denmark, mainly the Schleswig district, which was occupied by Germany from 1864 after it defeated the Danes. Between 1860 and 1891 around 180,000 immigrants arrived in Queensland with an assisted government passage and some rights to lease land. Around 16,000 were non British mainly Germans, Danes, Norwegians and Swedes. Other Australian colonies only gave assisted passages to British immigrants except for Tasmania and Queensland. Most of the non-British immigrants were German but the QLD government’s agent I Germany also recruited Scandinavians, Swiss etc. Queensland became the colony with the greatest number of Danes and it had almost as many Norwegians and Swedes as NSW. Some of these non-British immigrant’s landed in Maryborough with the first ship load arriving in March 1871 on the Reichstag from Hamburg. The Scandinavians especially settled at Tiaro and Tinana near Maryborough, around Bundaberg, Pialba at Hervey Bay and in other places like Kingaroy where Sir Jo Bjelke-Petersen lived. The town of Eidsvold, near Gayndah is a Norwegian name and it was established by the Archer brothers from Larvik in Norway. As most of the Scandinavians were Lutheran (but some were Catholic), Danish, Norwegian and Swedish names are often linked to the Lutheran churches of the Maryborough district. Some Scandinavian names (mainly Danish) of Maryborough early settlers include the Jocumsen, Claussen,Madsen, Kehlet, Weinberg, Okeden, Boge, Möller, etc. Many Danish and other Scandinavian names can also be found in the Polson cemetery at Pialba Hervey Bay such as Christensen, Hansen, Mortensen, Nielsen, Petersen, Thomsen etc.
here is my list, in order of preference:
1. To be treated as a human being, with respect and dignity. This is not negotiable. The fact is, this is always the case.
2. To be treated as a woman. Again, I cannot recall the last time anything less happened.
3. To be treated as a beautiful woman. Hey, once in a while this does happen.
4. To find sales, of pretty clothes, in my size
I thought we were in Wales, but apparently Llanymynech is in England.
Just.
Apparently the broder runs two feet outside the front door, making lockdowns very difficult in the village as the pub on the other side of the road, in Wales, would sometimes be open when the Bradford Arms was closed, or closed when the Bradford was open.
But hopefully those days are behind us now, although I think they're not.
But on with the holiday.
After getting up, we went down for a hearty fried breakfast and lots of coffee before deciding that we would visit Oswestry first.
We had never been, and was just a 15 minute drive up the main road from the hotel, and we ended up parking behind the main shopping area.
We saw a narrow passage leading to the centre of town, and despite only just having had breakfast I needed another coffee. So we we called in at a nice place that had just opened, and spent a fine half an hour people watching as customers arrived to meet friends and swap news. Just as they have on market days for centuries.
That done, we walk back to the centre of town, I take a shot of the old building, now a hairdressers, then browse the street market before declaring that we had "done" the town.
What else to do?
The aquaduct?
Pontcysyllte Aqueduct is an engineering marvel, designed by Thomas Telford, constructed out of cast iron and built by navvies.
It is in the village of Trevor.
I kid ye not.
In the Welsh cup draw next year we want to see Barry drawn against Trevor.
For a laugh.
Ha ha ha.
It is a popular place, and we had been here before, parking up and walking along the stub of the canal which must have been wharves back in the day, but is now a fine spot of fishing. Under the low bridge to the canal basin, with the aqueduct at the far end.
We join a line of folks walking across via the narrow path, it gets really tricky when folks come the other way, but we get across, and having been here before, we go no further, instead walk back as the tea barge was calling.
A narrow boat equipped to be a café, we order two teas and a slice of cake, then go and sit to enjoy the snack and do more people watching. This really is a fine way to spend an hour.
Nearby is Llangollan, home to a fine steam failway, and a place I love to visit. It took twenty minutes to drive there, then another twenty to find a place to park, in the end finding the only space in an out of town place.
Jools has come down with a bad cold, so she stays in the car and I walk down into town along the canal, which was very pleasant as giving the impression of being a green tunnel with the overhanging trees.
A train leavs the station out of my fiew, but the noise of the steam locomotove, working hard, as it leaves the station echoes around the valley. It sounded very good. To me.
The town was full. With more people arriving all the time, it was no place to linger. So I walked to the bridge over the railway and river, took some shots and watched a gonk shunting, and was done.
It was nearly two, and we had had no lunch, but there were three pubs on the way back to the hotel, we would call in there.
We stopped at the Crossed Guns in the village of Pant.
I kid ye not.
It was a family pub, but the food good and came quick. We had steak sandwiches which came with salad and fries, and was a meal in itself and not the snack it claimed to be.
Back to the hotel at four to relax, and for Jools to take more drugs and get her head down as she didn't sleep well that night.
We go down for dinner and eat just the one course this time, toast our host and his wife before going to be at nine.
Just like being at home.
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You'll remember me when the west wind moves
Upon the fields of barley
You'll forget the sun in his jealous sky
As we walk in the fields of gold
So she took her love
For to gaze awhile
Upon the fields of barley
In his arms she fell as her hair came down
Among the fields of gold
Will you stay with me, will you be my love
Among the fields of barley
We'll forget the sun in his jealous sky
As we lie in the fields of gold
See the west wind move like a lover so
Upon the fields of barley
Feel her body rise when you kiss her mouth
Among the fields of gold
I never made promises lightly
And there have been some that Ive broken
But I swear in the days still left
We'll walk in the fields of gold
We'll walk in the fields of gold
Many years have passed since those summer days
Among the fields of barley
See the children run as the sun goes down
Among the fields of gold
You'll remember me when the west wind moves
Upon the fields of barley
You can tell the sun in his jealous sky
When we walked in the fields of gold
When we walked in the fields of gold
When we walked in the fields of gold.
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I'm not really a Sting-oholic, but that's what came to my mind when I was capturing this photo. ...and I love the song too!
"field" in Armenian is "dasht"
"gold" = "voskee"
Thanks for you visit and have an unforgetable day! :)
When the sun was baking every one and every thing outside, birds, like this Northern Mockingbird, came for a few quick sips at our fountain.
The overhead sun would peek through the branches, causing a glare on the water and the window, but the birds didn't care as long as the bubbling water kept flowing.
Sometimes when I'm photographing the underside of Covered Bridges I might see some wood carvings or graffiti but this is the first time I've seen placards with Bible Scriptures, in this case, parts of Psalm 119:5-16, affixed to the underside structure of a bridge. The Siegrist's Mill Covered Bridge was originally built in 1885 in West Hempfield Township, Lancaster County, Pennsylvania. In 2011 flood waters from tropical storm Lee lifted the bridge off its abutments and it floated downstream. The roots of a large sycamore tree stopped the bridge's progress and two large cranes were used to lift the bridge out of the Chiques Creek and onto dry land.
The decision to rebuild the bridge was made and two companies, Rettew Associates and Timber Frames, worked together to do the rebuild. They dismantled the existing bridge and marked salvageable parts that would go into the rebuild. Thirty of the existing timber pieces were used and 365 new pieces were added. In May of 2013, a 300 ton crane positioned the bridge on its new foundation which had been elevated by two feet from the original level to help prevent future flood damage. The rebuilt bridge, just like its predecessor, uses pine boards and battens and iw roofed with cedar shakes. The timber are rough-sawn Douglas Fir.
The bridge has a Burr arch design and is 101 feet long. The WGCB# for the bridge is 38-36-37#2.
Nikon D850 with Nikkor 19mm PC-E F4 perspective correction lens. F11, ISO 100. Oben tripod with Benro 3-way geared head.
I wake up every morning to the peace and beauty that God bestowed on my Nation. It is a different story when I go to sleep at night, distraught over strife caused by people after power, status and money.
Thank God for beautiful God-given mornings...
The view of the Cuyahoga River in Kent, Ohio, along the CSX tracks used to be more open, especially in the winter. This image was made in 2011.
I can't remember where or when I first heard about Nunhead Cemetery, but it has been on my list of places to visit.
Then a couple of weeks ago, a friend visited and took some shots, so put it front and centre in my mind. So, when I realised I had to take a week off, going to Nunhead was upmost in my plans.
And for some reason, I thought that going by train, on the slow train from Ashford, would be the best use of our time.
I say our time, as Jools had the day off too.
So, plans were made and timetables studied, and so we would leave Dover on the 08:52 train to Charing Cross, but getting out at Sevenoaks.
It was a bright morning, but was soon to cloud over. But no rain.
Which was nice.
We had breakfast and loaded the car at quarter past eight, driving into what counts as rush hour traffic around here, into Dover and finding a place to park on one of the narrow, steep streets overlooking the station.
I then hed to negotiate with lady in the ticket office about whether a journey could be broken on the outward or inbound leg. I have always thought it the outbound, and indeed have done so in the past, she said inbound only.
In the end she sold me a ticket and said it wouldn't be her fault.
In fact, it was my fault for wanting to take the slow train up and fast train back. But, hey ho.
We waiting for the slow train, watching the High Speed service leave before us, as travelling on that would have meant us paying double as it arrives in London five minutes before ten, thus making it a peak service. Had it arrived six minutes later, would be an off peak.
Sigh.
Anyway, our train rolled in, so we got our seats and prepared for the 90 minute journey into deepest, darkest Kent. Or Sevenoaks as we call it.
The train filled up as we got nearer London, until we reached Sevenoaks and so we got off as more got on. We crossed over to the far platform for the Thameslink service, but there was confusions, the display was showing the 10:52 cancelled, and that being the next planned departure, but the 10:22, as leaving after, but operating.
A train pulled in, so we got in to see where it would go. It was the 10:22 after all, so all good.
The train trundled along the Darent Valley, past places I knew through churches and/or orchids, until we crossed the M25 and into that London.
I can see for miles and miles We passed through places I have never heard of, parts of the urban sprawl of SE London: Swanley, St Mary Cray, Bromley, all of which are technically in Kent, and each having at least one parish church. Which could mean some urban crawling at some point, but I don't think I will do these historical Kent churches, as they are now London boroughs.
Two hundred and seventy six We arrived at Nunhead, and being just gone 11, were hungry. I knew from GSV there was a café, so we sought it out, and both ordered a medium breakfast and a brew.
Even though this is a few miles from the centre of London, traffic passed outside, sometimes an ambulance or police car with sirens blaring and lights flashing. Houses packed so close together than the selection of wheelie bins made the pavement almost impassable, especially as the London Plane Trees were so mature so that they took half the path.
All Saints Cemetery, Nunhead, Southwark, London After eating up, we made our way through a modern housing estate, through a passageway and found ourselves outside the cemetery.
All Saints Cemetery, Nunhead, Southwark, London Nunhead was one of the "magnificent seven" cemeteries built in the 1840s to find places to bury the city's dead when the churchyards near the centre of the city were full.
All Saints Cemetery, Nunhead, Southwark, London Nunhead is perhaps the least known, and the Victorian part has gotten overgrown, with nature reclaiming the land, with graves and monuments covered in plants and ivy.
All Saints Cemetery, Nunhead, Southwark, London It all makes for fine photography, but also a reminder that in death, we are all equal, as the grand tombs and memorials are claimed by nature now, or partially damaged at a time when it was even more wild than it is now.
All Saints Cemetery, Nunhead, Southwark, London We walked to the ruined chapel, locked, sadly, then up and round a rad, lined with grand tombs and memorials, some at alarming angles due to tree roots.
All Saints Cemetery, Nunhead, Southwark, London We stopped at a bench, and tried to spot the parakeets in the trees above. We could hear them, but not see them.
All Saints Cemetery, Nunhead, Southwark, London We had seen enough, so walked back down tot eh gate, through the estate to the station. We caught a train to Blackfriars, which as it neared the river, weaved through buildings and over roads, passing so close to some flats that I could have reached out and knocked on their windows as we went by.
At Blackfriars we crossed to the other platform to catch a train to Luton, going just two stops up the line, under The City to St Pancras.
We had a 50 minute wait, so I got us a coffee and some honey roast peanuts, so we sat on a bench and watched people passing by, all in a hurry and most carrying luggage.
It's funny, that from the same station you can catch trains to Dover and other places in Kent, Nottingham, Derby and other places in the midlands, trains to Brighton, Gatwick and Luton Airports, Cambridge, as well as Paris and Brussels. Quite an amazing place, and a wide selection of people and passengers.
We went up to the platforms above to wait for our train to come in, delays meant there was a shortage of platforms, so as soon as the Margate train left, some 15 minutes late, ours came in, filled up and we slipped back out, into the tunnel under London to Stratford, then out to Dagenham to Dartford, under the river into Kent.
Phew.
We arrived back in Dover at twenty to four, walked to the car and drive back home, getting back at just on the hour, time for Steve on the wireless.
As usual, we were pooped.
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Nunhead Cemetery is one of the Magnificent Seven cemeteries in London, England. It is perhaps the least famous and celebrated of them.[1] The cemetery is located in Nunhead in the London Borough of Southwark and was originally known as All Saints' Cemetery. Nunhead Cemetery was consecrated in 1840 and opened by the London Cemetery Company.[2] It is a Local Nature Reserve.
Consecrated in 1840, with an Anglican chapel designed by Thomas Little, it is one of the Magnificent Seven Victorian cemeteries established in a ring around what were then the outskirts of London. The first burial was of Charles Abbott, a 101-year-old Ipswich grocer; the last burial was of a volunteer soldier who became a canon of Lahore Cathedral.[5] The first grave in Nunhead was dug in October 1840. The average annual number of burials over the ten years 1868–1878 was 1685: 1350 in the consecrated, and 335 in the unconsecrated ground.[6]
In the cemetery were reinterred remains removed, in 1867 and 1933, from the site of the demolished St Christopher le Stocks church in the City of London.
The cemetery contains examples of the imposing monuments to the most eminent citizens of the day, which contrast sharply with the small, simple headstones marking common or public burials. By the middle of the 20th century the cemetery was nearly full, and so was abandoned by the United Cemetery Company. With the ensuing neglect, the cemetery gradually changed from lawn to meadow and eventually to woodland. It is now a Local Nature Reserve and Site of Metropolitan Importance for wildlife, populated with songbirds, woodpeckers and tawny owls. A lack of care and cash surrendered the graves to the ravages of nature and vandalism, but in the early 1980s the Friends of Nunhead Cemetery was formed to renovate and protect the cemetery.
The cemetery was reopened in May 2001 after an extensive restoration project funded by Southwark Council and the Heritage Lottery Fund. Fifty memorials were restored along with the Anglican Chapel.
Notable burials
Robert Abel, 1857–1936, England test cricketer
George John Bennett, 1800–1879, English Shakespearian actor
William Brough, 1826–1870, writer and playwright
Joseph Lemuel Chester, 1821–1882, American genealogist, poet and editor
Bryan Donkin, 1768–1855, engineer who developed a paper-making machine and food-canning process
Edward John Eliot, 1782–1863, Peninsular War soldier
Vincent Figgins, 1766–1844, typefounder
Sir Charles Fox, 1810–1874, civil and railway engineer
Jenny Hill, 1848–1896, music hall performer
Sir Polydore de Keyser, 1832–1898, lawyer and Roman Catholic Lord Mayor of London
Sir George Livesey, 1834–1908, engineer, industrialist and philanthropist
Cicely Nott, 1832–1900, singer and actress
John Proctor, 1836–1914, artist, illustrator and cartoonist
Charles Rolls, 1799–1885, engraver
Thomas Tilling, 1825–1893, bus tycoon
Alfred Vance, 1839–1888, English music hall performer
At 52 acres, Nunhead is the second largest of the Magnificent Seven cemeteries. Views across London include St Paul's Cathedral.[7]
The Victorian part of the cemetery is currently in a poor state of repair, being best described as an elegant wilderness; locals like to call it a nature reserve. Many areas of the cemetery are fairly overgrown with vines, as visible in newer tourist photos. Numerous tombstones lean to the side. Although the Friends of Nunhead Cemetery are doing their best to restore some parts of the cemetery it is badly in need of care and funding. It is about 52 acres (210,000 m2) and is a popular place to walk.
The lodges and monumental entrance were designed by James Bunstone Bunning. There is an obelisk, the "Scottish Political Martyrs Memorial", the second monument (the other is in Edinburgh) dedicated to the leaders of the Friends of the People Society, popularly called the Scottish Martyrs, including Thomas Muir, Maurice Margarot, and Thomas Fyshe Palmer, who were transported to Australia in 1794. It was erected by Radical MP Joseph Hume in 1837. It is immediately on the right on Dissenters Road, when entering through the North Gate.
A memorial commemorates nine Sea Scouts who died in the Leysdown Tragedy off the Isle of Sheppey in 1912, including Percy Baden Powell Huxford aged 12 (named after, but not related to, Lord Baden Powell). The original memorial, designed by Sir Giles Gilbert Scott, was erected in 1914.[8] Most of this was removed after vandalism, and only the base remains.[9] The present replacement memorial was erected in 1992, on the initiative of the Friends of Nunhead Cemetery.
First World War CWGC Australian plot
There are a large number of First and Second World War war graves in the cemetery, the greater proportion (592 graves) being Commonwealth service burials from the former war. Most of those are concentrated between three war graves plots: the United Kingdom plot (Square 89), holding 266 graves, the Australian plot which holds 23 graves, and the Canadian plot (Square 52) which holds 36 graves, including burials of South African and New Zealand servicemen. Those buried in the UK plot and in individual graves outside the three plots are, because of not being marked by headstones, listed by name on a Screen Wall memorial inside the cemetery's main entrance. A second Screen Wall lists 110 Commonwealth service personnel of the Second World War who are buried in another war graves plot (Square 5), and elsewhere whose graves could not be marked by headstones. There is also a Belgian war grave of the First World War
Jedi Master Yoda, designed by Kawahata Fumiaki, folded/interpreted by Boon.
Paper : Elephant Hide, 30x30cm, green acrylic paint applied on one side, wet finished.
Just testing how EH will fare on this model and errr .... generally messing around ... I need the distraction ... :-)
I had been wanting to do something related to the Hokusai Magician for the longest time but hadn't got around to doing it properly. Just recently, I was reminded of Yoda's words of wisdom in someone's FB posting and I just *have* to do this image ... :-)
Not quite there yet. Planning to fold one more Yoda when time permits - promised a friend quite some time ago that I would give him one and he seems to be getting a bit impatient ... :-) Will likely use a slightly larger square and pose it in the manner similar to the diagrams. And will fine tune a bit more, here and there.
When Macy's closed in Bangor, I hit the closing sale, and got a wonderful deal on this dress and others. I just. never had a chance to photograph it till 2021.
When I pre-ordered the Diamond Edition Sleeping Beauty Blu-ray/DVD combo at my local Disney Store on July 28, 2014, I also received the exclusive Lithograph Set. It consists of a large cardboard folder containing four full color 10'' x 14'' lithographs of scenes from the original 1950 animated movie. The cover has an image based on that of the box art on the combo pack. The inside of the folder has a beautiful image of the cottage of Briar Rose and the Three Good Fairies. I am really pleased with this lithograph set. All of the images are memorable and beautiful.
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inspiring music: 10cm - Not That
used photo by www.flickr.com/photos/ownroom/
I've always been drawn to the sea and to ships and boats. Maybe it's because I'm a water sign or maybe I lived by or on the sea in another life. My favorites are filled with photographs of boats. I just love them.
My entry for the Monthly Scavenger Hunt category "When the Ship Comes In".
Day Thirteen:
Those smouldering eyes, those ruby lips, that strong embrace that will take you to heaven. Although the chances of returning from there are perhaps not looking too promising. We all have to eat. And you do look delicious. Those flushed cheeks, the heaving bosom....the....sorry...I got to bosom and started to feel a little overcome.
Ah but my dear we shall live on forever. Children of the night. What music we shall make. Yes I said forever. What's that look for? You do understand the undead immortality that comes with this relationship? Well yes it would be with me. That's kind of the thing that comes with the nocturnal nibbles. No I'm not just after your body. Well not all of it. Just your red gooey centre. Yes I mean blood. You're quite the vintage. Not I don't mean you're old I mean you're...um...mature...no no I didn't say that you're...erm.
Bollocks.
I'm starting to see an issue with this whole vampiric brides thing. Yes there is the innate sexiness of being a creature of the night but that seems to dissipate when I open my mouth and let words come out. And so there I am. Left to a lonesome existence as I slowly meander through time.
Still....at least I'm sexy.