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During the weekend of the 20/21st August I spend the weekend down in London. As part of the weekend I had a walk about down some of the back streets and I stumbled on this Graffiti. After closer inspection it turned out to be from a famous Graffiti artist called Banksy, more information about him here:
Taken as part of my 2011 photo project "a thousand different ways" - more information here:
I liked the fact that this metal storage closet had a conversion chart from 'liters' (sic - oh, Americans...) to cubic inches. Really I haven't seem much in the States that requires that conversion in a garage. #iphoneography #project365 #vashonisland
(iPhone Camera+; Mac: Photos, Tonality, Noiseless)
This image is a composition of three photos; a tag on a wall, a mannequin in a flea market and painting tasks
When did you send a hand-written Letter do someone you like?
Do you remember the feeling of writing and sending a Letter, or maybe receiving one?
I'd be happy if you tell me your memories in the comment box
Creator: Vernon Orlando Bailey
Local number: SIA2011-1409
Summary: The poem and the drawings of animal tracks are from a field book kept by Vernon Orlando Bailey during his collecting efforts in Nevada and California in 1890-1891. Bailey served as field naturalist for the United States Department of Agriculture Bureau of Biological Survey and its predecessor, Division of Economic Ornithology and Mammalogy.
Dates: 1890-1891
Collection: RU 007267, Vernon Orlando Bailey Papers, 1889-1941 and undated, Box 1, Folder 4.
Repository: Smithsonian Institution Archives
Related blog post: Mammalogy at the Intersection of Mercy and Truth
This only looks good if you press L.
You should always keep faith no matter what you're going through. Whether it's faith in a God, faith in a person or, most importantly, faith in yourself. When everything goes dark, hope and faith can be the only light and sometimes that's all you need to find the end of the tunnel.
I was inspired today. This isn't great, but you still inspired me even when you're in one of your darkest hours.
And I'm not the only one.
"I like writing letters and receiving letters. It's a shame that we've lost the art of letter-writing and saving correspondence. I mourn that"
High end magazines are perhaps the last vestiges for typography. This photograph was taken from a page of the launch issue of the Intelligent Life - the monthly magazine owned by the economist whose production values; especially when launched were of the highest quality.
Dear Readers...
Writing poems are spells left behind,
words that are spread when we're gone.
They are markers as a signature on a stone
to see where we were then and seen now,
to carry various feelings to lay them down.
72/366
I haphazardly collect old and new hymn books. I bought these two from the historical library at Eastern Mennonite University in Harrisonburg, VA, while doing some research there. The open book is The Sacred Hymnal, a shape note tunebook from the Ruebush Kieffer Co., the main focus of my recent research efforts. Edited by J. H. Hall, J. H. Ruebush, and W. H. Ruebush, the book was published in 1899 and intended for worship services, prayer meetings, Sunday school, revivals, and other religious meetings. It contains 200 hymns divided into 7 sections: worship, man’s ruin and redemption, the Christian life, the Christian church, young people’s department, the life beyond, and miscellaneous.
The other book is Sacred Songs No.1, edited by Ira D. Sankey, James McGranahan, and George C. Stebbins. The book is in round notes and published by the Biglow and Main Company of New York in 1896. Sankey and Philip Bliss were instrumental in the formation of gospel music, publishing their first collection of songs for gospel meetings in 1875. The book includes many new songs along with “useful and popular pieces,” making it “practical and desirable.” Many sacred and gospel music publishers in the late 19th century issued new songbooks on a regular basis, suggesting that the public sang regularly from the published books and had an appetite for new songs. The editors express their hope that the book will be useful in churches and prayers meetings, as well as in the home so that “the good old-time custom of singing the praises of God in the home may again be revived.”
Walking a trail, I almost walked into this spider and its web. Note the spider has an insect wrapped up ready to consume.
“Photography, as we all know, is not real at all. It is an illusion of reality with which we create our own private world.”
Arnold Newman
Learn french language with Môsieur J. lesson #10 (les faux-amis)
ne pas confondre : maire et mère
(on nique (généralement) ta mère)
[other lessons here www.flickr.com/search/?w=11445550%40N00&q=learning+fr...]
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