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Like any other college town, Bloomington, Indiana, has its share of bars and taverns where you can drink while cheering on your alma matter on the field or court. Just a couple of blocks from the west edge of Indiana University is Nick's English Hut, an establishment that has been around since 1927.
It was great when it all began.....
I think it was September 2011 when I first visited St Olave. It was an Open House London weekend, and I had not been inside a City of London church before. I was soon to discover this was one of many.
I think since then I have photographed inside and/or inside, or the remains of some 48 City Churches, but this is still something special.
A Norfolk Village church in the City I have heard it described, it is certainly a box of delights, with a whole lot of interesting things, memorials and even a model of a lightship inside.
It nestles down a quiet street near to Fenchurch Street, and seems to be open whenever I walk by. This time I entered through the door on the street, much better to enter through the churchyard, through the macabre gate then down steps into the porch.
Once inside I saw someone asleep in the pews, surrounded by bags of her possessions. I tried not to wake her.
And yet, the church was filled with strong sunlight, tinted after passing through the stained glass.
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St Olave’s survives as a rare example of the mediaeval churches that existed before the Great Fire of London in 1666. The flames came within 100 metres or so of the building but then the wind changed direction, saving a number of churches on the eastern side of the City.
The church was severely damaged in the bombing of World War II, but enough of the fabric and original masonry was spared to permit the building to be lovingly restored in the 1950s and to continue its life and work into the second half of the 20th century and now the 21st.
People entering St Olave’s for the first time are frequently surprised to find the timeless atmosphere of a modest ancient parish church in the heart of the modern City and this surprise more often than not yields to increasing delight as they explore its interior. This truth about St Olave’s was well expressed by The Revd Augustus Powell Miller, the Rector who saw through the post-war restoration:
'Often we remind ourselves that we are the heirs of nine centuries of Christian worship on this hallowed site. For all those long years… the praises of God and the prayers of His people have been ascending to the Throne of grace from this place. The very mental and spiritual atmosphere which you breathe as you step out of Hart Street into this Sanctuary has been gradually created by the worshippers of the past. And many times in recent days when visitors have come in to see the restored church they have confessed to having paused; they entered to view what the craftsmen had wrought but had to own their consciousness of its hallowed atmosphere. "Other men have laboured" and we, in the mercy of God have been given the privilege of "entering into their labours." In the quiet and silence of this Sanctuary we can know that "we are compassed about with a great cloud of witnesses," and that the past mingles with the present and can inspire us for whatever tasks the future has in store for us.'
www.sanctuaryinthecity.net/history-architecture/4588220829
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St Olave Hart Street is a Church of England church in the City of London, located on the corner of Hart Street and Seething Lane near Fenchurch Street railway station.
John Betjeman described St Olave's as "a country church in the world of Seething Lane."[1] The church is one of the smallest in the City and is one of only a handful of medieval City churches that escaped the Great Fire of London in 1666.[2] In addition to being a local parish church, St Olave's is the Ward Church of the Tower Ward of the City of London.
The church is first recorded in the 13th century as St Olave-towards-the-Tower, a stone building replacing the earlier (presumably wooden) construction.[4] It is dedicated to the patron saint of Norway, King Olaf II of Norway, who fought alongside the Anglo-Saxon King Ethelred the Unready against the Danes in the Battle of London Bridge in 1014. He was canonised after his death and the church of St Olave's was built apparently on the site of the battle.[2] The Norwegian connection was reinforced during the Second World War when King Haakon VII of Norway worshipped there while in exile.
Saint Olave's was rebuilt in the 13th century and then again in the 15th century. The present building dates from around 1450. According to John Stow's Survey of London (1603), a major benefactor of the church in the late 15th century was wool merchant Richard Cely Sr. (d. 1482), who held the advowson on the church (inherited by his son, Richard Cely, Jr.). On his death, Cely bequeathed money for making the steeple and an altar in the church. The merchant mark of the Cely family was carved in two of the corbels in the nave (and were extant until the bombing of World War II). No memorial to the Celys now remains in the church.[5]
Saint Olave's survived the Great Fire of London with the help of Sir William Penn, the father of the more famous William Penn who founded Pennsylvania, and his men from the nearby Naval yards. He had ordered the men to blow up the houses surrounding the church to create a fire break.[6][7] The flames came within 100 yards or so of the building, but then the wind changed direction, saving the church and a number of other churches on the eastern side of the City.[3]
The church was a favourite of the diarist Samuel Pepys, whose house and Royal Navy office were both on Seething Lane. A regular worshipper, he referred to St. Olave's in his diary affectionately as "our own church"[8] In 1660, he had a gallery built on the south wall of the church and added an outside stairway from the Royal Navy Offices so that he could go to church without getting soaked by the rain. The gallery is now gone but a memorial to Pepys marks the location of the stairway's door. In 1669, when his beloved wife Elisabeth died from fever,[9] Pepys had a marble bust of her made by John Bushnell and installed on the north wall of the sanctuary so that he would be able to see her from his pew at the services. In 1703, he was buried next to his wife in the nave.[2][10]
However, it was gutted by German bombs in 1941 during the London Blitz.[11] and was restored in 1954, with King Haakon VII of Norway returning to preside over the rededication ceremony, during which he laid a stone from Trondheim Cathedral in front of the sanctuary.
Between 1948 and 1954, when the restored St Olave's was reopened, a prefabricated church stood on the site of All Hallows Staining. This was known as St Olave Mark Lane. The tower of All Hallows Staining was used as the chancel of the temporary church.
The church was designated a Grade I listed building on 4 January 1950.[12] St Olave's has retained long and historic links with Trinity House and the Clothworkers' Company.
St Olave's has a modest exterior in the Perpendicular Gothic style.[1] with a somewhat squat square tower of stone and brick, the latter added in 1732. It is famous for the macabre 1658 entrance arch to the churchyard, which is decorated with grinning skulls.[13] The novelist Charles Dickens was so taken with this that he included the church in his Uncommercial Traveller, renaming it "St Ghastly Grim".[14]
The interior of St Olave's only partially survived the wartime bombing; much of it dates from the restoration of the 1950s. It is nearly square, with three bays separated by columns of Purbeck limestone supporting pointed arches. The roof is a simple oak structure with bosses. Most of the church fittings are modern, but there are some significant survivals, such as the monument to Elizabeth Pepys[15] and the pulpit, said to be the work of Grinling Gibbons. Following the destruction of the organ in the blitz, the John Compton Organ Company built a new instrument in the West Gallery, fronted by a large wooden grille; this organ, and the Rectory behind, is ingeniously structured between church and tower.
In the tower, there is a memorial with an American connection. It honors Monkhouse Davison and Abraham Newman, the grocers of Fenchurch Street who shipped crates of tea to Boston in late 1773. These crates were seized and thrown into the waters during the Boston Tea Party, one of the causes of the American War of Independence.[10]
Perhaps the oddest "person" said to be buried here is the "Pantomime character" Mother Goose. Her burial was recorded by the parish registers on 14 September 1586.[16] A plaque on the outside commemorates this event. The churchyard is also said to contain the grave of one Mary Ramsay, popularly believed to be the woman who brought the Plague to London in 1665.[17] The parish registers have the record of her burial, which was on 24 July 1665. Thereafter, in the same year, the victims of the Great Plague were marked with a 'p' after their names in the registers.
On the east side of St Olave's, there is a stained glass window depicting Queen Elizabeth I standing with two tall bells at her feet. She held a thanksgiving service at St Olave's on Trinity Sunday, 15 May 1554, while she was still Princess Elizabeth, to celebrate her release from the Tower of London.[19] She had originally given bell-ropes of silk to the All Hallows Staining Church because its bells had rung the loudest of all London bells on the day of her freedom, but, when All Hallows Staining was merged with St. Olave's in 1870, the bell-ropes went with it.[20]
On 11 May 1941, an incendiary bomb was dropped by the Luftwaffe on the tower of the church. The tower, along with the baptistry and other buildings, was "burned out" and the furnishings and monuments destroyed. The heat was so great that even the peal of the eight bells were melted "back into bell metal". In the early 1950s, the bell metal was recast into new bells by the same foundry that created the original bells – the Whitechapel Bell Foundry, in 1662 and 1694.[21] The new bells were then hung in the rebuilt tower.
There are currently nine bells at St Olave's Hart Street consisting of one sanctus bell and eight bells hung for full circle ringing, with the tenor of the eight weighing 11-3-23.[22] The bells are usually rung for practices, which take place on Thursday evenings between 7:00pm and 8:30pm during term time, and for Sunday service between 10:15am and 11:00am on the 1st and 3rd Sundays in the month.[23] The bells are currently rung by the University of London Society of Change Ringers (ULSCR) who have a healthy band consisting of past and present members of London Universities.
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A medieval church set in the surprisingly quiet and narrow streets near Fenchurch Street station. One of the most pleasing of the City of London churches, both in its setting and in its interior. It was far enough east to escape the ravages of the Great Fire, much to the relief of Samuel Pepys, whose parish church this was and who worked in the Navy Office next door. In the 1930s Betjeman described it as seeming like an East Anglian country parish church on holiday in the heart of the City. The church did not, alas, survive the Blitz similarly unscathed, but the exterior and setting today appear remarkably similar to postcards and photographs of the 1920s, set on the corner of Hart Street and Seething Lane with a polite little public garden behind. Don't miss the grinning skulls above the gateway.
Since the terrorist bombing of St Ethelburga in 1993, St Olave is the smallest surviving intact medieval church in the City. The interior has been carefully restored and perhaps retains something of its original atmosphere - indeed, the post-war restoration got rid of the worst of the middle-brow 19th Century restorations by Arthur Blomfield and Ewan Christian. Furnishings were brought out of store from All Hallows Staining and St Katherine Coleman, two churches in adjacent streets which had been demolished for building work in the 19th Century. The glass is now all post-war and by two artists whose reputations for fine work are firmly established, Arthur Buss and John Hayward.
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When I traveled to El Chino, Peru, with Be the Change Volunteers in July 2022, I saw the most beautiful bridge in the world. El Chino lies in the heart of the Peruvian jungle. Flights to Lima, then to Iquitos, then a four hour motorboat ride up the Amazon river lands you at El Chino, a village of 200 people. The government built a school here back in the 90s, but the floods of the rainy season cause higher water levels now than they did then, and the school isn’t as accessible as it used to be. BTCV entered the picture several years ago and helped construct a new school building on higher ground near the village, and during the wet seasons, children can get to the school via canoe. But in the shoulder seasons between wet and dry months, they are stuck wading through hip-deep mud, with snakes and spiders and a million icky insects. When BTCV found funding for the bridge, that changed everything about the access to education for this community. Now, at any time, in any season, anyone can walk between the village and the school building in a matter of minutes—without fear of mud, snakes, or spiders. The bridge is practical help—a quarter mile of mud, each way, is no joke. But it’s also a picture of the kind of relationship between BTCV and the community of El Chino. BTCV requires community member participant, meaning that the people they partner with have to work alongside volunteers and help provide supplies. This isn’t a white-man’s-burden kind of project, it’s a multi-year, multi-generational partnership between people of different places, for the sake of building better education for kids of all continents. The Willet Family Bridge to the Future took two months to build. It took HOURS of Americans and Peruvians standing in hip-deep mud, pouring foundation, hauling timbers, and crafting the bridge slowly, piece by piece by piece, knowing that their work then means a better world for their children because they will have access to education. Now that it’s there, the community will never be the same. Every BTCV volunteer and every villager in El Chino remember the love, the partnership, and the unity that made that project happen. The week I spent as a volunteer in El Chino was full of more unity than I’ve felt in any other season of my life. Our team was one unit, and so was the village. The “togetherness” was unbelievable and inexpressible, but it gave me a vision of such hope and healing of the future, that I can’t wait to go back. In addition to returning, I can’t wait to go out and spread the truth of “togetherness” to other spaces I inhabit, to make literal and metaphorical bridges, to listen and learn, and to remember that when we make decisions to invest and are willing to stick it out, the best is yet to come.
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Karate for Kids Testimonial and Review
When my eight-year-old son first asked me if I would let him take Karate for Kids, I was a little worried. Karate seems so dangerous and I was concerned that my boy would end up injured. After talking with my husband, we agreed to give the program a chance and now we are so glad that we did.
First of all, I would like to state that Master Babin is wonderful with the children. While I was apprehensive that the Karate class would be all about fighting, I was relieved to learn that the focus was more on self-defense and moral values. Now my son is healthier than ever, doing an activity that he truly loves.
I would encourage every parent out there looking for a fun exercise-based activity for his or her child to participate in their Karate for Kids program a chance. My son is constantly talking about what he learned in his past karate lessons and practicing his blocks and punches in the living room. He is even playing his video games less.
After my initial reservations, I now cannot imagine my son participating in any other karate program. Consider this my highest recommendation.
David S
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When my son started karate instruction with Karate for Kids, he was timid, had few friends and had trouble paying attention in school. I didn't agree with the doctor who tried to tell me he had Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder and that I should put him on medication to control it. To me, my son just needed some loving guidance, not to be medicated.
That is when I asked my good friend about her children's experiences with the local martial arts Instructor. Like my son, her children did not have a father figure in their lives and suffered greatly as the result. When they were approaching their teenage years, she decided to enroll them in karate at Karate For Kids Within a matter of weeks, I saw her pre-teen son and daughter become more confident, focused and goal-oriented and knew I wanted the same for my child.
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Testimonial and Review on Martial Arts For Men
I am a forty-eight year old man and, until about four months ago, I had really let myself go. Between work-related stress and the other pressures of my day-to-day existence, I made little time for exercise and gave almost no thought to a healthy diet. In short, I was a mess.
One day, a colleague at my office took me aside and recommended that I sign up for the martial arts program offered locally. He had recently signed up for a class and loved it. After some convincing, I agreed to accompany him to his next class.
Fast-forward to today and I now love my martial arts training. Martial Arts for men workouts feels less like training and more like fun. I have been losing weight and now have a new energy when facing the daily grind. I have gone from one class a week to two, and am thinking of adding a third.
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I never would have thought that taking up martial arts, would change me so much as a person and in so many ways. I still use every occasion to thank my friends, for recommending me the Martial Art courses for women taught by a martial arts school that teaches quality skill sets for women
I used to be a very shy person, and had become quite fearful after having my purse stolen one evening. Now, that is no longer the case. Since participating in the martial arts courses, I have felt more empowered than ever. I enjoyed the friendly and encouraging atmosphere right from the start, and did not feel ashamed of my initial clumsiness.
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When I first started delving into this collection I tried to find pictures of Sailor Moon chopsticks on the internet and there just wasn't any... now I have a "Pro" account at Flickr (simple enough to be called "Pro" by just ponying up money like most do...) because I have so many pictures. Not just Chopsticks though. :)
These are better pictures that hopefully showcase the cute designs of the various versions better.
Of course in this series is just the Sailormoon chopsticks and not the other anime ones I have.
These aren't just for eating food. They make very cute and stylish hair accessories.
More hair accessories here.
More Chopsticks here.
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All these (and more) need new homes as I'm going to a different country for an extended stay soon so send me a Flickr Mail message (access through the arrow that appears near my profile photo when mousing over it) if interested.
Lily and Stumpy as young kittens a couple of years ago.
Thanks for more than 10000 views on this unexplored shot !
When i told my friends that I meet snow at the end of may, they asked me if I was sure to be in Sicily ;-).
But, i definetly meet snow on May, 31st on Etna volcano and now, I prove it!
Photo taken on the South slope of Etna at around 2800m a.s.l. during the after noon of May, 31st, 2012
When the first outsiders showed up in Hawaii in the fall of 1778 it was the beginning of a long winter festival in which sports and sex were pursued with Polynesian gusto. The English explorers thought the Hawaiians did nothing but play! Within just a few years Christian missionaries put a damper on the play. Today's Hawaii is not as laid back as it was in pre-missionary days but it remains one of the most romantic places on the planet. The sun, sand, surf and much of the sex are still there, as this book reveals. The book is available in digital and printed formats from Amazon.com.
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When I came home I removed the rusty safety pin that closed her dress and could check the mark on her back. Yes! She is a Susi doll, by Estrela, Brazil.
I’ve been wanting to take a city break in summer, rather than in the cold months for a while, so rather than heading for the Lake District for a week of toil on the fells when Jayne could get a week off, we took off from Liverpool for Paris. Flight times were nice and sociable but it meant we were on the M62 car park at a busy time in both directions – it’s a shambles! I’ve stopped over in Paris a dozen times – on my way to cycling in the Etape du Tour in the Alps or Pyrenees – and had a few nights out there. Come to think about it and we’ve spent the day on the Champs Elysees watching the final day of the Tour de France with Mark Cavendish winning. We hadn’t been for a holiday there though and it was a bit of a spur of the moment decision. Six nights gave us five and a half days to explore Paris on foot. I had a good selection of (heavy) kit with me, not wanting to make the usual mistake of leaving something behind and regretting it. In the end I carried the kit in my backpack – an ordinary rucksack – to keep the weight down, for 103 miles, all recorded on the cycling Garmin – and took 3500 photos. The little Garmin is light and will do about 15 hours, it expired towards the end of a couple of 16 hour days but I had the info I wanted by then. This also keeps the phone battery free for research and route finding – I managed to flatten that once though.
What can I say – Paris was fantastic! The weather varied from OK to fantastic, windy for a few days, the dreaded grey white dullness for a while but I couldn’t complain really. We were out around 8.30 in shorts and tee shirt, which I would swap for a vest when it warmed up, hitting 30 degrees at times, we stayed out until around midnight most nights. It was a pretty full on trip. The security at some destinations could have been a problem as there is a bag size limit to save room in the lifts etc. I found the French to be very pragmatic about it, a bag search was a cursory glance, accepting that I was lugging camera gear, not bombs around, and they weren’t going to stop a paying customer from passing because his bag was a bit over size.
We didn’t have a plan, as usual we made it up as we went along, a loose itinerary for the day would always end up changing owing to discoveries along the way. Many times we would visit something a few times, weighing the crowds and light etc. up and deciding to come back later. I waited patiently to go up the Eiffel Tower, we arrived on Tuesday and finally went up on Friday evening. It was a late decision but the weather was good, the light was good and importantly I reckoned that we would get a sunset. Previous evenings the sun had just slid behind distant westerly clouds without any golden glory. It was a good choice. We went up the steps at 7.30 pm, short queue and cheaper – and just to say that we had. The steps are at an easy angle and were nowhere near as bad as expected, even with the heavy pack. We stayed up there, on a mad and busy Friday night, until 11.30, the light changed a lot and once we had stayed a couple of hours we decided to wait for the lights to come on. This was a downside to travelling at this time of year, to do any night photography we had to stay out late as it was light until 10.30. The Eiffel Tower is incredible and very well run, they are quite efficient at moving people around it from level to level. It was still buzzing at midnight with thousands of people around. The sunset on Saturday was probably better but we spent the evening around the base of the Tower, watching the light change, people watching and soaking the party atmosphere up.
Some days our first destination was five miles away, this is a lot of road junctions in a city, the roads in Paris are wide so you generally have to wait for the green man to cross. This made progress steady but when you are on holiday it doesn’t matter too much. Needless to say we walked through some dodgy places, with graffiti on anything that stays still long enough. We were ultra-cautious with our belongings having heard the pickpocket horror stories. At every Café/bar stop the bags were clipped to the table leg out of sight and never left alone. I carried the camera in my hand all day and everywhere I went, I only popped it in my bag to eat. I would guess that there were easier people to rob than us, some people were openly careless with phones and wallets.
We didn’t enter the big attractions, it was too nice to be in a museum or church and quite a few have a photography ban. These bans make me laugh, they are totally ignored by many ( Japanese particularly) people. Having travelled around the world to see something, no one is going to stop them getting their selfies. Selfies? Everywhere people pointed their cameras at their own face, walking around videoing – their self! I do like to have a few photos of us for posterity but these people are self-obsessed.
Paris has obviously got a problem with homeless (mostly) migrants. Walk a distance along the River Seine and you will find tented villages, there is a powerful smell of urine in every corner, with the no alcohol restrictions ignored, empty cans and bottles stacked around the bins as evidence. There are families, woman living on mattresses with as many as four small children, on the main boulevards. They beg by day and at midnight they are all huddled asleep on the pavement. The men in the tents seem to be selling plastic Eiffel Tower models to the tourists or bottled water – even bottles of wine. Love locks and selfy sticks were also top sellers. There must be millions of locks fastened to railings around the city, mostly brass, so removing them will be self-funding as brass is £2.20 a kilo.
As for the sights we saw, well if it was on the map we tried to walk to it. We crossed the Periphique ring road to get to the outer reaches of Paris. La Defense – the financial area with dozens of modern office blocks – was impressive, and still expanding. The Bois de Boulogne park, with the horse racing track and the Louis Vuitton Centre was part of a 20 mile loop that day. Another day saw us in the north east. We had the dome of the Sacre Couer to ourselves, with thousands of tourists wandering below us oblivious of the entrance and ticket office under the church. Again the light was fantastic for us. We read that Pere Lachaise Cemetery or Cimitiere du Pere Lachaise was one of the most visited destinations, a five mile walk but we went. It is massive, you need a map, but for me one massive tomb is much the same as another, it does have highlights but we didn’t stay long. Fortunately we were now closer to the Canal St Martin which would lead us to Parc de la Villette. This was a Sunday and everywhere was both buzzing and chilled at the same time. Where ever we went people were sat watching the world go by, socializing and picnicking, soaking the sun up. As ever I wanted to go up on the roof of anything I could as I love taking cityscapes. Most of these were expensive compared with many places we’ve been to before but up we went. The Tour Montparnasse, a single tower block with 59 floors, 690 foot high and extremely fast lifts has incredible views although it was a touch hazy on our ascent. The Arc de Triomphe was just up the road from our hotel, we went up it within hours of arriving, well worth the visit.
At the time of writing I have no idea how many images will make the cut but it will be a lot. If I have ten subtly different shots of something, I find it hard to consign nine to the dark depths of my hard drive never to be seen again – and I’m not very good at ruthless selection – so if the photo is OK it will get uploaded. My view is that it’s my photostream, I like to be able to browse my own work at my leisure at a later date, it’s more or less free and stats tell me these images will get looked at. I’m not aiming for single stunning shots, more of a comprehensive overview of an interesting place, presented to the best of my current capabilities. I am my own biggest critic, another reason for looking at my older stuff is to critique it and look to improve on previous mistakes. I do get regular requests from both individuals and organisations to use images and I’m obliging unless someone is taking the piss. I’m not bothered about work being published (with my permission) but it is reassuringly nice to be asked. The manipulation of Flickr favourites and views through adding thousands of contacts doesn’t interest me and I do sometimes question the whole point of the Flickr exercise. I do like having access to my own back catalogue though and it gives family and friends the chance to read about the trip and view the photos at their leisure so for the time being I’m sticking with it. I do have over 15 million views at the moment which is a far cry from showing a few people an album, let’s face it, there’s an oversupply of images, many of them superb but all being devalued by the sheer quantity available.
Don’t think that it was all walking and photography, we had a great break and spent plenty of time in pavement bistros having a glass of wine and people watching. I can certainly understand why Paris is top of the travellers list of destinations
The waves were large, rough and banging up to the sand bank. The surfer studied the waves before choosing the moment to rush into the water paddling furiously to get past the breaking surf.
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When we are on a trip I usually take a backup camera and photos as well, In Nice the Canon G1X was mainly used in the first three, very wet days. I can keep the smaller camera dry in a pocket and quickly use it and put it away. These photos are of the same places as those taken later with the 5D but in entirely different conditions, dull, wet and in the dark – the umbrella photos! I had good fun grabbing shots in the dark on the streets, shops, diners, waiters, people with their heads down and brollys up as the rain came down. The Cote d’Azur is milky white, I guess due to the colour of the water that enters the sea from the two rivers. The rivers were carrying a fair volume down from the mountains and it was just like milk in colour. There was a distinct line in the sea, azure and milky white, were the two met but didn’t mix immediately. The streets wet and reflecting the lights, the rooftop photos saturated with colour due to being wet.
We had our January break in Nice this year. This is our combined Christmas and Jayne’s birthday present, which suits me as I can ignore Christmas and no presents to buy. A good result all round. We knew that the weather was forecast to be bad for at least three days which was a bit depressing but there’s nothing you can do about it. We flew from Liverpool, a nice little airport, landed in heavy rain – and it rained almost non-stop for three days. South East France suffered flooding, landslips, airlifts – and deaths! Home from home. Despite having walking gear, waterproofs etc., I had to buy an umbrella. I have never seen as many people with umbrellas, even the young lads had them. They are obviously used to rain – but without the wind to rip the brolly to shreds.
Nice has a pebble beach, the sea was rough on arrival but what we realised later, was that the pebbles were three foot deep on top of the concrete bases that the hotels across the road have bars, settees and tables set up on. For a couple of days tracked Bobcats moved hundreds of tonnes on pebbles, later in the week there were carpets and immaculately laid tables set out on the beach every day, even in January. Every day people swam in the sea and in some cases sunbathed. The temperature peaked at 15C but with the lack of wind it was pleasant, at times though it was cold and snow appeared overnight on the distant mountains, the beginning of the Southern Alps I think.
We walked over 90 miles in seven days and for three days in pouring rain, weighing up the photo possibilities, with the intentions of going back when the weather picked up. On Monday, day four, things improved, on Tuesday and Wednesday it was gorgeous, Thursday was duller. If we had had better weather we would have visited Cannes and Monaco etc. but as it was we stayed within walking distance of Nice. We walked up Castle Hill ( Colline du Chateau) several times in different weather, likewise Mont Boron and Mont Alban. The views were stunning. A peninsula below us was Cap Ferrat and we had an epic day out there, over twenty miles including the 14 Km path around the entire peninsula – the second most expensive place in the world to buy a home apparently. The gates on the driveway would cost more than a small house in Huddersfield. A beautiful place though.
We went to the old Town (Vieux Nice), Cimiez, Villefranche-sur-Mer, the fantastic Russian Cathedral, Pretty much everywhere it was worth walking in the time we had. We walked from 8.30 am until 8.30 pm with barstops for a glass or two of French wine – got to keep it civilised! I had a pretty heavy backpack on with my camera gear and waterproofs etc.
All in all we had a great time but! I made a big mistake, I inadvertently put an 8 Gb CF card back in my camera, formatted it - without checking what was on it – and put another 250 photos on it. I realised when I got home that there was a problem. These photos were the best of the trip, Our second visit to the Russian Cathedral, it was closed the first time, in stunning light, and no crowds. I spotted a giant Cumulonimbus over the snow covered mountains, just as the sun was setting and turning it pink and orange. It was similar to the one I photographed at home recently, A photo of which was on the BBC weather coincidentally. I couldn’t believe my luck, the only way I could get a view of it was by taking a ride on the giant Ferris wheel nearby. We ran to it and they took us around five times, each time I fired away and got some fantastic photos – all gone! At the time I was extremely disappointed but you have to put these things in perspective – it’s nobody’s life. We were there for a break and a change of scenery and we got it, the photos make the trip for me but I still have a thousand great photos, there might have to be a next time though.
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Normally I wouldn't put up 2 deer posts in one day, but I took this after I had already posted my 1st pics of the day and just HAD to share this one!
I couldn't believe my eyes when I was standing at my back door drinking my coffee this morning and saw this doe in Sweet Pea and Sassafras's yard! I NEVER see deer in that yard.....I'm assuming because of the dogs....but there she was!
I grabbed my camera and went out the front door, so that I could circle around her and get a better angle. It was then that I realized that that a huge branch off of an old apple tree had broken off and fallen into the neighbors yard and that's what prompted the deer's bold action.
When I opened the gate to step inside the fenced in area she spooked and went sailing over. I knew she was going to go, and was ready for the shot!
When the cats saw Molly with the boa they wanted in on it. I'm not sure if it was the feathers or the treats but they certainly enjoyed both.
At a time when cars were less popular and milk still arrived in bottles at your front door, the Brisbane CBD and main roads to outlying suburbs lay under a web of tram cables.
The network connected Chermside in the north to Moorooka in the south, and traveled west to Ashgrove and east to Camp Hill.
The first of Brisbane trams rolled along tracks from Logan Road at Woolloongabba to the southern end of the Victoria Bridge on June 21, 1897.
The Brisbane Tramways Company, which started the service, began with 20 trams and expanded to almost 200 more modern trams and trolley buses.
On September 28, 1962, a massive fire at the Paddington tram depot destroyed a fifth of the tram fleet. Layers of elevated wooden platforms soaked with grease and oil from years of tram work ignited, creating green flames visible from nearby suburbs. About 30 firefighters struggled to control the blaze and eventually the depot was destroyed.
The fire is believed to be deliberately lit but no one has ever been charged.
The last tram ran from Balmoral to Ascot on April 13, 1969. Initial moves to stop trams began years earlier under Lord Mayor Clem Jones, and was met with petitions, protests and outrage from Brisbane residents.
Trams are one of the things i enjoy to photograph but out of the 200 we struggle to find more of them. Around 40 where lost in the Paddington fire, 24 sit at the tramways museum, i know of a small handful on private properties. Its believed that when trams where decommissioned they where given out for playgrounds etc but the lead based paint put a stop to this and the trams where destroyed
Remember when we vowed the vows and walked the walk
Gave our hearts and made the start...
[Remember when - Alan Jackson]
Gamla stan, Stockholm (2013)
Pre-wedding photoshoot: Ếch - Mèo
a photo taken while walking through
the caves in Hocking HIlls, OH.
photo by Diane M Kramer
(WE HOPE TO BRING GRANDMA home today)!
I will be catching up soon....
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When a national "hate group" announces they are going to hold a protest at East High School, what do DMPS students do? Hold a Love Rally. Hundreds of students from East were joined by their peers from high schools throughout the city over the lunch hour in a celebration of their school, our diversity and each other.
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Another one from my endless attempts to catch an awesome sunrise at Stevns Klint. This morning the sunrise was OK, but it was just in the "wrong" spot, And there where to many clouds in the horizon, for it to light up the cliffs like I wanted.
Got some time to spend with my family and some really good friends from work yesterday.
When we were winding down from the day, my son, and one of their daughters started blowing bubbles out towards a pond that had a light breeze blowing across it. I found myself taking several hundred pictures of different colored bubbles popping and making wakes across the pond. It's funny how something so simple can put your mind at ease. Here is one of my favorites... Not my best.
I am so thankful for my family and friends. I needed that day out yesterday.
I must say I have to apologize to my flickr friends. I've been looking at your streams from time to time, but I have not been commenting and spending much time as I should on them. For that I apologize. I got my start here, and a lot of people helped to teach me new tips and tricks along the way. I still look to all of my flickr friends for inspiration and knowledge. I owe everyone more than what I am giving.
I will try to do better..... Just so busy all of the time.....