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The word Love in vine lettering....
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Archigram 7. FREE TIME NODE by Ron Herron & Barry Snowden
I apologise for a missing slither of page on central joint, but no writing and notes are missing.
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Este es un recuerdo del marido de mi abuela, la de los jazmines. Yo no conocí a mi abuelo, al que mataron en la guerra. Este verano, trasteando por google, encontré en ebay este libro, escrito por él, del que no tenía idea. Yo sabía que había escrito libros de política, que nunca he visto. Mi abuela sólo hablaba de la guerra para pedir a Dios que sus nietos nunca vivieran una. Pero las casualidades quisieron poner en mis manos estos "Apuntes de álgebra". Cuando lo recibí, encontré una sorpresa más. Al ser un libro técnico, estaba escrito a máquina por mi abuelo y las fórmulas matemáticas son de su puño y letra. Lo escribió muy joven, con 25 años. Yo soy nula en matemáticas, parece ser que es un libro para primero de Ingeniería. Así que, aquí os dejo otro recuerdo alegre: reencontrarme con mi abuelo en ebay :)
It's almost two years / since I made this light-writing.
(at Manifesta 9, visiting old coal mine museum in Genk, Belgium)
The Sachsenhausen concentration camp Berlin.
In March 1943, a gas chamber was added to “Station Z.” This gas chamber was used until the end of the war. The number of gassed victims is unknown because the transports for gassings were not registered in the entry registers of the camp.
"Job-Printing, Surveying, Conveyancing, &c., attended to by Jesse I. Dauman, notary public, Waynesburg, Chester Co., Pa."
A nineteenth-century sign that dates to the 1870s or 1880s and lists all the services that Jesse I. Dauman could provide. Dauman also published a local newspaper, as mentioned in the History of Chester County, Pennsylvania (1881) (via Google Books): "The Honeybrook Graphic, a weekly paper, was established at Honeybrook (formerly Waynesburg), Feb 15, 1879, by J. Henry Long, and conducted by him until August 8th of the same year, when he disposed of it to Jesse I. Dauman, who has since then been editor and proprietor. Mr Dauman has had a job printing-office at Honeybrook since April, 1869."
Originally posted on Ipernity: Jesse I. Dauman, Job-Printing, Surveying, Conveyancing, Waynesburg, Pa.
Did I ever tell you you are my hero?
You're everything I wish I could be
The Wind Beneath My Wings - Bette Midler
You must listen to this song. It's so beautiful it makes me cry.
You know, I have this weird habit of writing things on my wrists with permanent markers all the time and I'm starting to think I'm actually going to get skin cancer in the future...
Oh! By the way, I wrote both You are and My strength, this means a lot of work, mainly on the right hand since I am right-handed. It was funny and pretty difficult, but I eventually got it x)
I like this a lot :)
A woman deep in though writing on the walcot st in bath
Daz smith is a Bath, U.K. based photographer who loves black and white and street photography.
Would you like a print of my work or would you like to licence or use one of my images - why not contact me @ darryl@nethed.com or www.dazsmithphotography.com
Atelier Ying, NYC
Subpet camera design #15
Across the holidays, our thoughts look to religion and ultimately to redemption, or penitence depending on our outlook. As an opera–lover (I'd just love to go to the Met again), this particular variation looks at life with open eyes as in the Wagner's opera, Tannhauser. I remember sitting in the orchestra section enthralled by the colors of the cyclorama from this opera as the chorus of pilgrims crossed the stage. This opera's theme of redemption spanning across life's journey is architecturally depicted by the bridge cables connecting and holding up the cameras. The street photographer walks on a very lonely pilgrimage like a penitent seeking and convinced only by miracles, or in his case stunning photographs. Here in this mischievous twin sunpet configuration, he is sure to find his way. When your subject on the street looks at you, they will surely feel your pain. Though in the opera the pilgrim's staff is held with two hands, the camera's single handle on the bottom is for one hand while the other clicks the twin shutters. Your subjects on the street will be heartened by the miraculous sprouting leaves of the twin staff, and they will know in their heart of hearts, that they have just had their errant picture taken by a redeemed person.
A ticket for a Sunday school outing to Hershey Park in Hershey, Pennsylvania.
Richland and Newmanstown Joint Sunday Schools' Excursion to Hershey Park
Saturday, July 7, 1917.
Richland, Pa.
Adult's Ticket, 65 cts.
Special train leaves Sheridan at 8:00 A.M., Richland at 8:05. Returning, Leave Hershey 8:15 P.M.
In memory of a fellow light painter Gareth Brooks, gone too soon.
Check out his light art.
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"Lo más temible de la enfermedad del insomnio no era la imposibilidad de dormir, pues el cuerpo no sentía cansancio alguno, sino su inexorable evolución hacia una manifestación más crítica: el olvido. Quería decir que cuando el enfermo se acostumbraba a su estado de vigilia, empezaban a borrarse de su memoria los recuerdos de la infancia, luego el nombre y la noción de las cosas, y por último la identidad de las personas y aun la conciencia del propio ser, hasta hundirse en una especie de idiotez sin pasado"
"Poco después, cuando el carpintero le tomaba las medidas para el ataúd, vieron a través de la ventana que estaba cayendo una llovizna de minúsculas flores amarillas. Cayeron toda la noche sobre el pueblo en una tormenta silenciosa, y cubrieron los techos y atascaron las puertas, y sofocaron a los animales que durmieron en la intemperie"
Cien Años de Soledad