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The Nancy Brown Peace Carillon Tower has an interesting history.
The 98-foot (30m) tower on Belle Isle was constructed in 1939. Nancy Brown (a pen name of Annie Louise Brown) was an advice column writer for The Detroit News. She had a large following, and she held Sunday services on Belle Isle. The tower was funded by small donations, mainly from Nancy's fans and friends. An estimated 50,000 people attended the dedication of the tower in 1940.
Bells were never installed in the tower, but a sound system played patriotic and inspirational songs, and chimes sounded on the hour. New chimes were installed in 2003.
Belle Isle, an island in the Detroit River, is currently a Michigan State Park. The water shown in the picture is a part of a canal system on the island.
THE LEYOU TOMBS
With twilight shadows in my heart
I have driven up among the Leyou Tombs
To see the sun, for all his glory,
Buried by the coming night.
- Li Shangyin -
Li Shangyin (c. 813–858), courtesy name Yishan (義山), was a Chinese poet of the late Tang Dynasty, born in Henei (now Qinyang, Henan). Along with Li He, he was much admired and "rediscovered" in the 20th century by the young Chinese writers for the imagist quality of his poems. He is particularly famous for his tantalizing "no title" (無題) poems.
As the harvest season slows down, fall colors become abundant. Nature amazes and enchants us with endless shades of red, orange and yellow. It's not only the leaves that change. The colors of autumn have inspired artists and writers for centuries, and today they continue to amaze. As the milky way has worked it's way across the sky during the past year. Fall is the last time the core will show itself this year.
Quote by Om Malik.
"Om Prakash Malik (born September 29, 1966) is an Indian-American web and technology writer. He is the founder and a former senior writer for GigaOM. He is now a partner at True Ventures. " (Wikipedia)
In Europe, the Iron Age is the last stage of prehistoric Europe and the first of the protohistoric periods, which initially means descriptions of a particular area by Greek and Roman writers. For much of Europe, the period came to an abrupt local end after conquest by the Romans, though ironworking remained the dominant technology until recent times
The bird was noted by Anglo-Indian naturalist-writers for the surprising transformation in colours. Phil Robinson described the bird as one that sits all dingy gray and flies all white. During the height of the plume trade, feathers were collected from the "paddy bird" and exported to Britain.
Leire, Danmark
In Europe, the Iron Age is the last stage of prehistoric Europe and the first of the protohistoric periods, which initially means descriptions of a particular area by Greek and Roman writers. For much of Europe, the period came to an abrupt local end after conquest by the Romans, though ironworking remained the dominant technology until recent times. Elsewhere it may last until the early centuries AD, and either Christianization or a new conquest in the Migration Period.
Europe in the year 700 BC, during the Iron Age
Iron working was introduced to Europe in the late 11th century BC, probably from the Caucasus, and slowly spread northwards and westwards over the succeeding 500 years. The Iron Age did not start when iron first appeared in Europe but it began to replace bronze in the preparation of tools and weapons.
It did not happen at the same time all around Europe; local cultural developments played a role in the transition to the Iron Age. For example the Iron Age of Prehistoric Ireland begins around 500 BC, when the Greek Iron Age had already ended, and finishes around 400 AD. The widespread use of the technology of iron was implemented in Europe simultaneously with Asia.[30] The prehistoric Iron Age in Central Europe divided into two periods based on historical events – Hallstatt culture (early Iron Age) and La Tene (late Iron Age) cultures.
Material cultures of Hallstatt and La Tene consist of 4 phases (A, B, C, D phases
Europe, France, Var, Provence, Cote d'Azur, Méditerranée, Porquerolles, Northern coast, Trees, Plage d'Argent (uncut)
Porquerolles is the largest and most westerly of the three Îles d'Hyères and is is about 7 km (4.3 miles) long by 3 km (1.9 miles) wide, with five small ranges of hills. The south coast is mosty craggy, lined with cliffs. On the north coast are the port and the beaches of Notre Dame, La Courtade and Plage d'Argent.
Shown here is the Plage d'Argent, shot while we were touring the island on our rental VTTs (ATBs) which we were allowed to take with us on the ferry.
In 1912 Porquerolles was purchased in its entirety by Belgian François Fournier. He planted 500 acres of vineyards which produced a wine that was among the first to be classified as vin des Côtes de Provence. In 1971 the French state bought 80 percent of the island to preserve it from further development. Much of the island is part of the Port-Cros Parc National now.
Its specific setting and character has inspired many writers. For instance, it was s the setting for Georges Simenon's novels, Le Cercle des Mahé[ ("The Mahe Circle") (1946) and Mon Ami Maigret (My Friend Maigret) (1949) and for Valparaiso, a 1964 novel by Nicolas Freeling.
And let’s not forget André-Paul Duchâteau & Tibet (Gilbert Gascard) who placed an episode of their Ric Hochet (called Rik Ringers in Holland) bande desinée (comic strip) series in Porquerolles - Mystère à Porquerolles (1964).
More recently the island was featured in the ‘Dwars door de Middellanse Zee’ travel series of the VRT (Belgium) and aired in Holland by the VPRO.
(Main text source; Wiki, apart from the info about the Ric Hochet comic strip)
This is number 46 of the Cote d'Azur album here.
Europe, France, Var, Provence, Cote d'Azur, Méditerranée, Porquerolles, Southern coast (slightly cut from R & T)
Porquerolles is the largest and most westerly of the three Îles d'Hyères and is is about 7 km (4.3 miles) long by 3 km (1.9 miles) wide, with five small ranges of hills. The south coast is mosty craggy, lined with cliffs. On the north coast are the port and the beaches of Notre Dame, La Courtade and Plage d'Argent. Shown here is a cove of the South coast. Shot while we were touring the island on our rental VTTs (ATBs) which we were allowed to take with us on the ferry.
In 1912 Porquerolles was purchased in its entirety by Belgian François Fournier. He planted 500 acres of vineyards which produced a wine that was among the first to be classified as vin des Côtes de Provence. In 1971 the French state bought 80 percent of the island to preserve it from further development. Much of the island is part of the Port-Cros Parc National now.
Its specific setting and character has inspired many writers. For instance, it was s the setting for Georges Simenon's novels, Le Cercle des Mahé[ ("The Mahe Circle") (1946) and Mon Ami Maigret (My Friend Maigret) (1949) and for Valparaiso, a 1964 novel by Nicolas Freeling. And let’s not forget André-Paul Duchâteau & Tibet (Gilbert Gascard) who placed an episode of their Ric Hochet (called Rik Ringers in Holland) bande desinée (comic strip) series in Porquerolles - Mystère à Porquerolles (1964). More recently the island was featured in the ‘Dwars door de Middellanse Zee’ travel series of the VRT (Belgium) and aired in Holland by the VPRO.
(Main text source: Wiki, apart from the info about the Ric Hochet comic strip)
This is number 46 of the Cote d'Azur album here and 290 of Zwart/Wit.
I’m still exploring techniques to depict the grace and beauty of movement, especially the stunning aerobatics for birds in flight. So, if you are a regular visitor to my photostream:
1) I apologise for the multiple blurry bird photos I am inflicting on you
2) I believe there is medication that can help
3) If you have any suggestions for improvement, I’d be very pleased to read your advice
4) If you have a severe case of bad-punitis or in-growing sarcasm, I believe jotting them down in the comments field and pressing “enter” helps relives the symptoms. Left unchecked there is a danger you will become a sitcom script writer for the BBC. Heaven forbid!
Equipment: Nikon D7000, Nikkor 70-300mm @ 70mm. ISO 100, F32, 1/8sec
Post-production: Colour balance set to “Fluorescent” during RAW import. S-curve applied
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This Red-whiskered Bulbul was seen at the Huntington Library & Botanical Gardens. See below for some interesting info from a 1985 article in the LA Times. The Bulbul started life in Southern California at the Huntington in 1968 !!
www.latimes.com/archives/la-xpm-1985-12-29-ga-25787-story...
BY MARY BARBER
DEC. 29, 1985 12 AM PT
TIMES STAFF WRITER
For the first time since it took up residency in the Huntington Library’s Botanical Gardens 18 years ago, the red-whiskered bulbul is temporarily safe from government officials determined to eliminate it.
The decorative little bird’s life has been spared in a showdown between the gardens director and state and county agents who had been shooting to kill on government orders.
Red-whiskered bulbuls, found in the United States only at Huntington Botanical Gardens and in Florida, are on the state’s “A-Pest” list, a designation that targets them for eradication. They qualify because they are not a native bird and are a fruit-eating species considered a threat to agriculture.
But now the birds have defenders who argue that bulbuls have not lived up to their menacing reputation and should be allowed to live happily in the confined habitat they chose in 1968.
I've told the tale before so long time 'listeners' feel free to move along.... :)
To date and probably for the rest of my days, the hike to Indian Henry's cabin/Mirror Lakes from Longmire is the furthest I've gone in a day. After going up and over several ridges and traversing a rather large and unexpected patch of snow I arrived at flat ground and what I thought must assuredly be the cabin that I'd been hoping to see for about a year as my legs were telling me that they were done, but no, after seeing that white peak up there I realized that I still had one more climb and needed to get around Iron and Copper peaks to reach the promised land.
I was being hard headed and was determined to have lunch at the cabin which I eventually did, but acquiesced to my body's needs and had a snack on a rock in the shade next to a small waterfall around the bend there. Listen to your body kids, if you're outta gas, ya gotta fill up.
I just read that the Federal Government is looking to rename this lake. It was named after one of Indian Henry's (So-To-Lick's) three wives and her name thus far has been lost to history. They are striving to find it to better honor her.
For the record, the word “esqua,” “squa”, or “skwa” refers to “the totality of being female”, but over time it has become a derogatory term and as such I concur with the renaming.
Update, it has been renamed Kiya Lake, The newly-renamed Kiya Lake means “Grandmother” in the language of the Puyallup Tribe. Info came from a writer for the Enumclaw Courier-Herald named Ray Miller-Still who used this pic for his online article. I'd put a link to it, but I can't figure out how.... :)
Inside window ledge
green outside moving inside
ivy has its way...
Thanks to my personal haiku writer for this wonderful poem!
Ich hatte zunächst angenommen, dass es sich um eine andere Springkraut-Art handelte und erhielt eine Nachricht, in der meine Annahme korrigiert wurde. Ich habe dann nachgesehen und erkannt, dass der Schreiber der Nachricht Recht hatte. Am nächsten Morgen jedoch war diese Nachricht verschwunden (etwas, was ich bei Flickr vor längerer Zeit schon einmal erlebt hatte). Ich danke dem unbekannten Schreiber für seine Hilfe, die richtige Zuordnung der Pflanze zu finden.
I had initially assumed that it was a different impatiens variety and received a message correcting my assumption. I then checked and realised that the writer of the message was right. However, the next morning this message had disappeared (something I had already experienced on Flickr some time ago). I thank the unknown writer for his help in finding the correct attribution of the plant.
Steeped in magic and mystery, Tintagel’s connection with King Arthur has made the area popular with tourists, artists, and writers for centuries. Situated on a dramatic coastline pounded by the Atlantic, there’s much more to offer than just legends.
In Europe, the Iron Age is the last stage of prehistoric Europe and the first of the protohistoric periods, which initially means descriptions of a particular area by Greek and Roman writers. For much of Europe, the period came to an abrupt local end after conquest by the Romans, though ironworking remained the dominant technology until recent times
Ivana Brlić-Mažuranić (18 April 1874 – 21 September 1938)
was a Croatian writer. Within her native land, as well as internationally, she has been praised as the best Croatian writer for children.
"I was very fortunate to have travelled all over the world working as a travel writer for The Dominion Post. I'd say my favourite country is Spain. The friendliness of the people and the culture left a lasting impression on me"
What country has left a lasting impression you?
This is an small abandoned shop in Woodacre, California, my new home town, population 1393 (2000 census) in West Marin County, 1 hour north of San Francisco. It is mostly a haven for all kinds of artists and writers. For more info visit: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Woodacre,_California
Having got legal advice that he would have to share any inheritance with his dog brother Fudge, Toffee decides to woo Choupette in the hope of getting a slice of the fortune left by Karl Lagerfeld.
He has carefully composed his letter after consulting 'Everybody's Complete Letter Writer for Ladies and Gentlemen.'
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10 things I learned about landscape photography in 2018.
About this time last year I was wrapping up a photography trip in Iceland. For a month I explored this lonely, otherworldly country from a camper van. So much has happened since then — the intense feeling of isolation turned my personality on its head as I was left to battle goals, dreams, weather and mood swings alone.
That month was full of firsts: my first time in a camper van, first time traveling for a month, first time experiencing crazy short days. I met photographer + YouTuber Thomas Heaton here, and shortly after the phenomenal Mads Peter Iversen, who I was privileged to call a colleague during my time as a staff writer for Fstoppers.com.
That month and the next 3 I spent photographing the UK were life changing, but not in the glowing way I had envisioned. The day before beginning my journey back to Reykjavik for the flight to England, I visited Vestrahorn once more. I was a bit homesick, craving a latte, and feeling like an emotional wreck.
I started chatting with the lady at the gift shop. About weather, about my time here, and about my hopes for the future. She handed me a cup of coffee. I grabbed a selfie.
Then it clicked.
That experience started to change my focus: not every day would have an exceptional landscape for me. But if I took the time, I could meet new and exceptional people. They couldn’t cure the loneliness, but they could give it meaning. They couldn’t give me a perfect landscape, but they created the story behind it.
As I continued to battle with ups and downs, I started to discover just how much individuals have to offer for the photographer who will take time to ask and listen. It transforms the artist into a storyteller.
My last morning at Vestrahorn was as gray as ever, but it was a good deal less dreary.
That isolation set the tone for my time in Charlottesville, Virginia: a sparse place for landscape photography, but rich soil for some of the most meaningful friendships of my life.
Stokksnes, Vatnajökull National Park, Iceland.
Whitey Ford, a New York Yankees Pitcher, died yesterday at the age of 91. Mike Vaccaro, a writer for the NY Post, summed it up: "There has never been a better pitcher in Yankees history than Whitey Ford. And there was never a Yankee who enjoyed his place atop baseball’s pinstriped pantheon more than the Manhattan-born, Astoria-raised Whitey, either."
Ford won almost 70% of games pitched over a 16 year career... a .690 winning percentage, all with the Yanks.
He contributed to 6 World Series Championship teams and 11 American League Pennants. Whitey was known as "Chairman of the Board."
My first 'real' baseball glove, given to me by my Dad, was a Whitey Ford Personal Model circa 1961-1962. Spalding came out with a new design in gloves called, "Trapocket" with "T-Bar Web" which provided a bigger webbing to catch balls.
Whitey's worn out machine-made signature can be seen above "Personal Model."
It is a little ironic that this glove was languishing in my basement for many years but was finally found on the day that Whitey died. May he R.I.P.
For Smile on Saturday
Theme: Leather
Shot 3 of my 4-shot black and white image set: the road and the sky. This is near the entrance to Grasslands National Park. You can't tell from this photo, but we're on an upland plateau; the land drops away dramatically on either side, to Police Coulee on the right and Laouenan Coulee on the left. This one looks very good in colour, but I liked its graphic qualities enough to try a monochrome conversion, and was pleased with the result. Morning light, mid-summer.
This is the second day of a rodeo shoot for me - working with a writer for a magazine story about rodeo bull fighters, often erroneously called clowns. (They do take offence. Theirs is an important job: to distract the angry bull and ensure the thrown rider doesn't get gored or stomped.) It's a real challenge. Today my knees and back are hurting from the two hours I spent kneeling and sitting in the dirt at the edge of the arena last night. So different from my usual photo subjects, and about as far removed as I can imagine from the tranquility of this scene.
One more night, then my time is my own again. In the not too distant future I hope to have rodeo photos to post here.
Photographed in Grasslands National Park, Saskatchewan (Canada). Don't use this image on websites, blogs, or other media without explicit permission ©2023 James R. Page - all rights reserved.
But it's in Saxony. If you're Finnish at least. But then I've also heard people say Maastricht is in Holland, or Scotland in England. And I also heard someone talk about ship bound for Djibouti, in Ethiopia. Except, that was a journalist in a documentary, so he shall be excused. Their little brains are just too strained by remembering who they must never speak bad about. That list just keeps growing longer by the year.
A writer for the local newspaper also recently labeled this park pond "Oulu lake", which I don't remember being its name in the past. It's located beside (and under) Oulu street, named after Leverkusen's partner city, but the name never officially transferred to the park or the lake - wouldn't mind if that changed, actually.
I got a better shot of this wall. I will put up the Writers . For now I see LOOSE. COST. SERVE. GOOMBA . KIKO. BRAZILLIAN STILO.
Can anyone ID who painted the windows on the wall ? It has been there more than 20 years.
Since you're wondering where I've been (you are wondering, right?) I'll just tell you that I've been fine, more or less. 90% of my absence from Flickr can be explained by the fact that, on the day this picture was taken, my wife's camera stopped working. Being a semi-chivalrous dude, and knowing how awful it would be for her not to have a camera, I let her have mine. The other 10% is all work-related; I've never had three busier months than October, November, and December have turned out to be.
While I was gone, I picked up a side gig as a writer for AOL Sports. I'm covering college football but they want me to consider covering basketball too.
I'm not going to go so far as to say that I'm "back" but I'm enjoying taking a little time to catch up on what's been going on with all of you. Thanks for all the "where are you?" queries over the past three months. I'm sorry I didn't reply to very many of them. I really was swamped, and it's hard to remember to check out Flickr when you don't have any pictures of your own to post.
I made it to Day 137 of my 365 Days project. While I thought that I would start the project over, I've decided not to at this time. I'll still be taking some self-portraits (assuming I have a camera) but for now I don't really have much to add to the community. Instead, I'll just sit back and let all of you make my eyes bug out of my head, which is what you always have done best.
"I love this spot. It is really dirty, grimy, London! Rats etc. It's what i'm about. I had to do this dub to balance the books, to cleanse my soul... The rest of the canal pieces were processed, I did this piece as a Writer, for my mates. This was real graffiti for me, it was sexy!". King Robbo, 2011.
Like a symphony played in allegretto, the blossoming of Cherry Blossoms is dazzling, swift and brief. It is nature’s opus to mortality, hope, power and love. Though the flowers themselves are ephemeral, Cherry Blossom symbolism will endure for eternity.
~ Kristina Dems, contributing writer for Bright Hub Education.
Our forty year old Montmorency Cherry Tree still produces fruit. When the tree was young we used to net it. We would freeze the cherries and have delicious pies throughout the year. Now it is much too large to net and the birds get all of the cherries.
Remember Jesus. "Elements of nature."
Element Ag.
Silver has fascinated graffiti writers for decades with its unique characteristics that separate it from other types of spray paint. Silver or 'chrome' as it's referred to within our culture is able to cover all manner of surfaces from raw brick to plastics due to its high opacity. Silver is highly reflective, when catching light it creates an optical brilliance that can be viewed in most conditions. This natural visual effect is enhanced greatly by the sun on a cloudless day. Silver is also a symbol of purity, as in its natural form it has the power to cleanse and purify. Silver spray paint is normally used to paint classic straight letter 'dubs' which only require the silver to be used to fill in and a black to outline…this approach has been the status quo for decades. Appreciating tradition but also strongly advocating innovation, I wanted to expand the use of silver spray paint from being a powerful but yet flat two dimensional base fill, to manipulating it by using new techniques developed while working on my 'hybrid 3D' series to create a truly 'silver three dimensional form'. In the past when trying to simulate chrome or the effects of silver, several shades of blue, brown and orange were used to mimic the supposed external environment (environmental mapping). The simplicity and beauty of this painting comes from the fact that actual silver spray paint was used to create it.
Ken & I had an afternoon to explore a bit in Orlando when we were down- of COURSE we didn't do any of the regular stuff.
We found 1418 Clouser Avenue, where Jack Kerouac was living when he wrote “Dharma Bums.” He wrote it in 10 days- the follow-up to his influential novel, “On the Road.” The house is now an official historic site where the Kerouac Project hosts writers for three month stays.
Portrait of writer, for an upcoming novel.
Lens: Carl Zeiss Distagon T* 1.4/35 (Contax/Yashica, 1970s).
Ken & I had an afternoon to explore a bit in Orlando when we were down- of COURSE we didn't do any of the regular stuff.
We found 1418 Clouser Avenue, where Jack Kerouac was living when he wrote “Dharma Bums.” He wrote it in 10 days- the follow-up to his influential novel, “On the Road.” The house is now an official historic site where the Kerouac Project hosts writers for three month stays.
The Complete Letter-writer For Gentlemen, Ward, Lock & Co. Limited. London and Melbourne, printed 1924
My grandfather, William B. Abbott Jr., in a photograph from 1937.
At that time, he was a staff writer for the Tampa Morning Tribune in Tampa, Florida. HIs interview with Mrs. Beatrice Houdini, widow of the famed magician, appeared on the front page of that newspaper on February 8, 1937.
The interview is part of the story in a new book about Houdini called Lincoln's Ghost, by Brad Ricca.
For more about the book, see:
Art Deco architecture that dominated many of the prominent buildings in Winchester, including the Franklin County courthouse during the 1930s, was followed in 1950 by the Moderne Art style with the construction of the Oldham Theater on the north side of the square in the spot once occupied by the H. B. Franklin Grocery. On Thursday evening, Sept. 14, 1950, the “new” Oldham Theater opened for the first time, according to the manager, Ernest Martin. The opening attraction was “And Baby Makes Three,” starring Robert Young and Barbara Hale. Gene Webb of McMinnville played the Hammond Organ with a half hour concert prior to the showing of the main feature on opening night.
Because the theater was built during the Cold War when the nation was seized by the fear of nuclear war, the building was constructed to be used as a fallout shelter if needed. Bottled water and other supplies, originally stored in case they were needed for a shelter, were found in the basement by the Swaffords, who were the owners in 1993.
In 2009, the downtown area of Winchester also underwent a major renovation and the Oldham followed suit. The Oldham Theatre’s renovation got underway in late summer 2009 and took three years to complete. The upgrade to the theater included incorporating digital projection equipment, installing surround sound, new curtains and new seats.
All information above was found in an article written by Philip J. Lorenz III, Staff Writer for the Winchester Downtown Program website and can be found at:
www.winchesterdowntown.com/promotion/news/oldham-theater-...
Image was taken during my trek to photograph all 95 county courthouses across my home state of Tennessee...now revisiting in order that the courthouses were photographed!
Three bracketed photos were taken with a handheld Nikon D7200 and combined with Photomatix Pro to create this HDR image. Additional adjustments were made in Photoshop CS6.
"For I know the plans I have for you", declares the LORD, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future." ~Jeremiah 29:11
The best way to view my photostream is through Flickriver with the link below:
Flash of Two Worlds
The Flash No.123 (Sept 1st 1961)
Cover by Carmine Infantino
Story by Gardner Fox
This was a big head-turning story for DC Comics. It was not only the return of Jay Garrick into modern continuity, but the introduction to DC's Multiverse. Before this issue The Golden Age (as it is referred to now) was but a distant memory, and Jay himself hadn't seen the pages of a book in about 20 years or so. This story opened up new possibility's for DC's writers and saw the resurgence of many Golden Age Heroes, most notably being the JSA (Hawkman, Allan Scott GL, The Spectre).
But yeah, this issue was written appropriately by Gardner Fox, one of the creators of Jay's origins, and a regular writer with Flash Comics (1940). Now one thing to note, in The Silver Age continuity, Jay Garrick of Earth-1 is a comic book character, despite being a “real” person on Earth-2 (I know, meta). Anyway, at the end of this issue, Gardner Fox makes a cameo when Barry Allan surprises him with the knowledge that the character he created was real the whole time! (I really like that corny stuff)
To his credit, Gardener Fox was a fantastic writer for his time, and arguably, The Father of The Multiverse in my opinion. Seriously though, if you have a favorite DC character, Fox has probably had a hand in their story at one point or another. Go check out his Comicvine page for his anthology and be prepared to have your mind blown.
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So I suppose we could consider this my second entry into Shane and John's contest in theory. Now I wasn't sure I was gonna get this uploaded in time, because quite frankly, I ordered Jay from Christo a day after he submitted it to his ebay page... That was back in January. So you could see why this nearly didn't happen in time. Working the title/cover images into the photograph takes a bit of time, so personally I felt a little rushed with this, but I made it! (This cover was my first choice, but Jimmy Olsen panned out quicker than this one)
Oh, and on another tangent, a big thanks to Nexus for pushing me to looking into new camera's again (haven't done that in a while). You should check out his page though, he's a real cool dude, and he's got some awesome content :)
Low and behold, BestBuy was holding a sale and the next thing I knew, I was the owner of a new Nikon. So this is the first of possibly many more photos to come!
Christo's figure is fantastic, and I'm extremely glad to own one for myself. I'll post some more photo's tomorrow :)
To see a bit more, check out my Patreon! www.patreon.com/andrewcookston?ty=h
Ken & I had an afternoon to explore a bit in Orlando when we were down- of COURSE we didn't do any of the regular stuff.
We found 1418 Clouser Avenue, where Jack Kerouac was living when he wrote “Dharma Bums.” He wrote it in 10 days- the follow-up to his influential novel, “On the Road.” The house is now an official historic site where the Kerouac Project hosts writers for three month stays.
“And the days pass.
A blessed time for the soil, with sun and showers of rain; the crops are looking well. The haymaking is nearly over now, and they have got in a grand lot of hay.” - Knut Hamsun, "Growth of the Soil" (1920).
For these next two shots I'm borrowing from the great Norwegian Nobel Prize winning novelist, Knut Hamsun. If you want to understand how generations are linked by the land and a direct relationship to living off the land, then Hamsun is the writer for you.
I won't discuss his life here, but when I read his existentialist novel "Hunger" (1890), whilst still in my teens, I was hooked. He was the literary parallel to that other great Norwegian, the painter Edvard Munch. [You've seen "The Scream" even if you didn't know who painted it.]
This part of Tasmania and the west coast, have largely been spared the drought that has gripped the eastern part of our island state. So here we see a truly bumper harvest of hay. Enough to feed the many dairy cattle that are common around Sassafras.
My travels around the UK by car for three weeks with my son. June/July 2019 Wales.
Day Nine .. A Stop at Caernarfon making our way to Hirael where we are staying the night.
Caernarfon is a royal town, community, and port in Gwynedd, Wales.
Gwynedd’s county town, home to Wales’s most famous castle, a UNESCO World Heritage Site. Mighty Caernarfon Castle commands the lion’s share of attention, but the town’s narrow streets and stylishly redeveloped waterfront also merit a visit. The castle, built in the 13th century by Edward I as a royal palace and military fortress, was at the core of a medieval walled town. The Romans left their mark too – 1000 years earlier they constructed their fort of Segontium on the hill above (its foundations still exist). Other attractions include Welsh Highland Railway (which runs for 25 miles to Porthmadog), Hwylfan Fun Centre, Redline Indoor Karting and the scenic Lôn Eifion recreational cycle route. Waterside Doc Fictoria is home to Galeri (contemporary arts complex with theatre and cinema). The Caernarfon Record Office has archives of Gwynedd (documents, images, maps and newspapers) stretching back 400 years. Cae’r Gors at nearby Rhosgadfan was home of Kate Roberts, one of Wales’s most celebrated writers.
For More Info: www.visitsnowdonia.info/caernarfon
Ken & I had an afternoon to explore a bit in Orlando when we were down- of COURSE we didn't do any of the regular stuff.
We found 1418 Clouser Avenue, where Jack Kerouac was living when he wrote “Dharma Bums.” He wrote it in 10 days- the follow-up to his influential novel, “On the Road.” The house is now an official historic site where the Kerouac Project hosts writers for three month stays.
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When one entered Lucy’s Tiger Den, one saw a long bar with dusty pictures of hard and nasty crazy men hanging on the walls. The old jukebox was to the right with such classics like “Walk Of Life."
Tiger was usually there in his wheel chair. He had succumbed to diabetes after a hard life of drinking and life in the fast lane. He had lost a leg, but not his kindness and generosity. He knew how it was to be down and out and showed this when he offered all of us a free hobo meal on Friday nights. I was very appreciative because I was still on a limited budget.
Standing at the bar would be Allan Dawson who was a writer for the Bangkok Post, the English speaking newspapers that ex pats read in Thailand. He had previously worked for AP and was in Saigon when it fell in 1975. He was a Canadian citizen and managed to stay in country after North Vietnam captured the city. He had written a classic book of these days entitled, FIFTY-FIVE DAYS AFTER. His true claim to fame, however, was the guru of Vietnam War trivia. He was a walking encyclopedia.
Chatting with him, one would find Jason Schoonover, a very slender man who gave tours of Chinese brothels in Bangkok. Both of these adventurous souls had a big brother appeal for me and helped me stay safe and connected in a city prone to coups.
One day Jason appeared at Tiger’s. He had a loose adventurer’s shirt on like the ones that Earnest Hemingway was fond of wearing. I called him an emaciated Earnest Hemingway. We laughed and joked and then he pulled out a letter and read it aloud. He had been inducted into the Explorer’s Club in the United States. I was shocked. I learned then that besides leading a life of debauchery that he went on archeological expeditions around Asia. For example, he was an expert on the devil masks of Sri Lanka, a country he explored regularly. And now he was very famous among the true adventurers in the western world of explorers.
Holding court at the end of the bar in one of the booths, was Jack Shirley the resident CIA operative in Bangkok. His identity was hardly a secret. Among the others who congregated there were Air American pilots, mercenaries and other soldiers of fortune. It was a dangerous and very rowdy crowd. I was careful not to wear out my welcome and not to be a fussy woman. This was a man’s bar, pure and simple.
One Air America pilot named Al told me what he had done right after he arrived in Thailand. He had read extensively of Jim Thompson and had to personally find out what happened to the spy. He had traveled to Malaysia and to the Cameron Highlands. He spoke with people who were still alive who lived close by where Thompson had disappeared. One man claimed that he saw the America walk calmly toward a helicopter that landed, get in and fly away. What a fitting way for the mystery to end in my mind. I have never heard of this account again, but some how I believe that Al solved the mystery.
The image is of a demon holding the Grand Palace in its protection. The superstitious Thai people believe in ghosts and spirits. This demon represents the powerful ancient spirits of nature protecting the countries most important building.
For me, this image represents the mysterious world of Bangkok and haunting lure it has for Westerners! If one lingers long enough in the country, one begins to question what is reality.
"I didn't expect you here !"
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Ken & I had an afternoon to explore a bit in Orlando when we were down- of COURSE we didn't do any of the regular stuff.
We found 1418 Clouser Avenue, where Jack Kerouac was living when he wrote “Dharma Bums.” He wrote it in 10 days- the follow-up to his influential novel, “On the Road.” The house is now an official historic site where the Kerouac Project hosts writers for three month stays.
Batman launches the batarang and readies a grappling hook in his latest daring escape from danger.
Macro Mondays: Fictitious
Batman/Bruce Wayne: created by Bob Kane (artist) and Bill Finger (writer) for Detective Comics (DC), 1939.
In full, this Batman mini-figure is 4" high. Frame is 3" across.
My travels around the UK by car for three weeks with my son. June/July 2019 Wales.
Day Nine .. A Stop at Caernarfon making our way to Hirael where we are staying the night.
Caernarfon is a royal town, community, and port in Gwynedd, Wales.
Gwynedd’s county town, home to Wales’s most famous castle, a UNESCO World Heritage Site. Mighty Caernarfon Castle commands the lion’s share of attention, but the town’s narrow streets and stylishly redeveloped waterfront also merit a visit. The castle, built in the 13th century by Edward I as a royal palace and military fortress, was at the core of a medieval walled town. The Romans left their mark too – 1000 years earlier they constructed their fort of Segontium on the hill above (its foundations still exist). Other attractions include Welsh Highland Railway (which runs for 25 miles to Porthmadog), Hwylfan Fun Centre, Redline Indoor Karting and the scenic Lôn Eifion recreational cycle route. Waterside Doc Fictoria is home to Galeri (contemporary arts complex with theatre and cinema). The Caernarfon Record Office has archives of Gwynedd (documents, images, maps and newspapers) stretching back 400 years. Cae’r Gors at nearby Rhosgadfan was home of Kate Roberts, one of Wales’s most celebrated writers.
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