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He was born by caesarean section on December 25th, 1918, in Madison, Wisconsin. Nearly institutionalized at an early age, he surprised doctors with his above normal intelligence, unusual in such cases. He attended public schools in Madison. His bizarre appearance led to his being ostracized by fellow students. Outside of school one day, he was struck by an open beer can flung from the window of a passing car by some high school bullies. Slowing down, they taunted him with jeers, insults and threats. Speeding off, the car unexpectedly veered to the left, and struck an ancient Oak, killing three of the occupants. A fourth occupant became severely agoraphobic, and confined himself largely in his bedroom closet for the next 41 years. After this, he was left alone by other students. Three days after graduating from high school, he forgot to turn sideways while walking through a door (as he was forced to do his entire life) at a local candy store and knocked himself out cold. He was in a coma for three weeks. When he recovered, he was able to speak fluent Swedish. Doctors never resolved this mystery. Although he had a multitude of eyes, he was blind in two of them, having shot them out with a bee bee gun as a child. As a young adult, he dabbled in painting, and was barely able to make a living by selling his paintings on street corners or at local festivals. People purchased his paintings out of pity or because they thought it was cool to have a painting by that weird looking guy. Unfortunately, no surviving paintings can be located, and no image was ever recorded of them. However, it is said they were all signed with a one inch brush, dipped in Cadmium Red Medium, in Swedish. Andy Warhol is said to have purchased one of his paintings. When he was 25, he inherited a large sum of money from an uncle. He lived with his eccentric mother until her death a few years later. At this time, 47 cats were removed from the home by local authorities. He continued to occupy the house, until his own death in 1972. After his death it was discovered that he had a collection of 1,756 vintage ladies compacts kept in a shopping cart in his bedroom. He had apparently collected them from the local St. Vincent de Paul’s thrift shop over the years. He also had accumulated another 17 cats, one of whom had two tails, and another one of whom was probably half-dog. His body vanished from the funeral home while it was being prepared. Years later, a bizarre skull, matching his unique characteristics, was confiscated during a drug bust in Madison, apparently having been converted into a bong. It wound up in the possession of a distant relative, who had it restored, and then tried to sell it on Ebay. However, the relative forgot to indicate that it was being sold for educational purposes only, and the auction was cancelled. It was later obtained by the Anthropology Department at the University of Wisconsin, Madison, and added to a large collection of pathological specimens in the Social Sciences building. At this time it was photographed. When an inventory was conducted on the collection some years later, the skull turned up missing, along with the skull of the half dog/half cat. The skull clearly shows the ravages of his habitual candy consumption.

From what I can find out, it appears that Dunmore Park was pretty much funded by profit from the slave trade. So here's a thought for you......does that make this abandoned mansion the equivalent of a modern day drug dealers house.....? And if so, should we really mourn it's demise....?


A bit heavy for a Sunday night I know, but I've been thinking about the exploitation behind all these buildings.


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I went to a good friends house to weed her gardens today for her birthday and I found this wee bird skull. I told her I would accept this skull as payment and I believe she thought I was nuts.

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Old Dutch house at museumpark Archeon. This house is a replica of a house built somewhere in the 11th / 13th century. (Delft, The Netherlands.)

It belonged to a woodworker. He also made all kinds of utensils from bones such as combs, dices, chess-pieces and other toys.

Under these circumstances the shutters were normally closed to keep the cold outside. Windows were too expensive for common people in the middle ages.


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and by "sailing" I mean "moving" and by "to warmer waters" I mean "to Los Angeles".


Todd's leaving next week to start, I'll follow along as soon as I get the house on the market and all our stuff packed up.


I have a feeling that between the snowman and me, one of us won't make it...I know he has the sun to worry about, but this move might kill me quicker. ;)


This stable which once housed horses for rent by the Suffolk County Parks Dept. closed several years ago. An unlocked sliding door serves as an entrance into the building, but once inside there's nothing special to see. Just broken boards and a clean floor. Very surprising considering the ease of access from Rte. 24.


Terribly disappointing! I was hoping for a skull or two. Maybe a little grafetti. A spider web at least. Nope, just neat deterioration.

Just another quiet,abandoned postapocalyptic place.

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I went for a walk around Petworth Park to see the deer during the rutting season, strange groaning and belching sounds echoed around the park. The clash of antlers could be heard for miles as the males showed off their virility to potential mates. This stag bellows shortly after winning a dual with a rival, then struts off to take over the harem.


The fallow deer (Dama dama) is a ruminant mammal belonging to the family Cervidae. This common species is native to western Eurasia, but has been introduced widely elsewhere. It often includes the rarer Persian fallow deer as a subspecies (D. d. mesopotamica), while others treat it as an entirely different species (D. mesopotamica).


Petworth House and Park in Petworth, West Sussex, England, has been a family home for over 800 years. The estate was a royal gift from the widow of Henry I to her brother Jocelin de Louvain, who soon after married into the renowned Percy family. As the Percy stronghold was in the north, Petworth was originally only intended for occasional use.


Petworth, formerly known as Leconfield, is a major country estate on the outskirts of Petworth, itself a town created to serve the house. Described by English Heritage as "the most important residence in the County of Sussex", there was a manorial house here from 1309, but the present buildings were built for the Dukes of Somerset from the late 17th century, the park being landscaped by "Capability" Brown. The house contains a fine collection of paintings and sculptures.


The house itself is grade I listed (List Entry Number 1225989) and the park as a historic park (1000162). Several individual features in the park are also listed.


It was in the late 1500s that Petworth became a permanent home to the Percys after Elizabeth I grew suspicious of their allegiance to Mary, Queen of Scots and confined the family to the south.


The 2nd Earl of Egremont commissioned Capability Brown to design and landscape the deer park. The park, one of Brownâs first commissions as an independent designer, consists of 700 acres of grassland and trees. It is inhabited by the largest herd of fallow deer in England. There is also a 12-hectare (30-acre) woodland garden, known as the Pleasure Ground.


Brown removed the formal garden and fishponds of the 1690âs and relocated 64,000 tons of soil, creating a serpentine lake. He bordered the lake with poplars, birches and willows to make the ânaturalâ view pleasing. A 1987 hurricane devastated the park, and 35,000 trees were planted to replace the losses. Gracing the 30 acres of gardens and pleasure grounds around the home are seasonal shrubs and bulbs that include lilies, primroses, and azaleas. A Doric temple and Ionic rotunda add interest in the grounds.


Petworth House is a late 17th-century mansion, rebuilt in 1688 by Charles Seymour, 6th Duke of Somerset, and altered in the 1870s by Anthony Salvin. The site was previously occupied by a fortified manor house founded by Henry de Percy, the 13th-century chapel and undercroft of which still survive.


Today's building houses an important collection of paintings and sculptures, including 19 oil paintings by J. M. W. Turner (some owned by the family, some by Tate Britain), who was a regular visitor to Petworth, paintings by Van Dyck, carvings by Grinling Gibbons and Ben Harms, classical and neoclassical sculptures (including ones by John Flaxman and John Edward Carew), and wall and ceiling paintings by Louis Laguerre. There is also a terrestrial globe by Emery Molyneux, believed to be the only one in the world in its original 1592 state.


For the past 250 years the house and the estate have been in the hands of the Wyndham family â currently Lord Egremont. He and his family live in the south wing, allowing much of the remainder to be open to the public.


The house and deer park were handed over to the nation in 1947 and are now managed by the National Trust under the name "Petworth House & Park". The Leconfield Estates continue to own much of Petworth and the surrounding area. As an insight into the lives of past estate workers the Petworth Cottage Museum has been established in High Street, Petworth, furnished as it would have been in about 1910.

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Buffalo are slaughterd during Toraja funeral service as a form of sacrifice ritual. The skulls are kept and hang in front of their traditional house, Tongkonan. It becomes a spiritual symbol and status to the owner. Often you find rows of skulls displayed vertically on a wooden pole, visually energising the Tongkonan. Tanah Toraja, Sulawesi, Indonesia.

Just a couple of hours ago, my kids had a trick-or-treat at our neighborhood. I saw this skull in front of our neighbor's house and took a picture of it. My camera was set to full-auto and jpeg but with the help of adobe lightroom, this is how it turned out :) Pardon the noise, the camera automatically set the ISO to 3200 :(


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Winter has me inside more than I like to be, but that means getting creative with some things around the house. Here we have Mortis, the pig skull that was dinner at a feast not long ago and properly gifted to me after.


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Il cimitero delle Fontanelle (in napoletano 'O campusanto d' 'e Funtanelle) è un antico cimitero della città di Napoli, situato in via Fontanelle. Chiamato in questo modo per la presenza in tempi remoti di fonti d'acqua, il cimitero accoglie 40.000 resti di persone, vittime della grande peste del 1656 e del colera del 1836.


Il cimitero è noto perché vi si svolgeva un particolare rito, detto il rito delle "anime pezzentelle", che prevedeva l'adozione e la sistemazione in cambio di protezione di un cranio (detta «capuzzella»), al quale corrispondeva un'anima abbandonata (detta perciò «pezzentella»).




The Fontanelle cemetery in Naples is a charnel house, an ossuary, located in a cave in the tuff hillside in the Materdei section of the city. It is associated with a chapter in the folklore of the city. By the time the Spanish moved into the city in the early 16th century, there was already concern over where to locate cemeteries, and moves had been taken to locate graves outside of the city walls. Many Neapolitans, however, insisted on being interred in their local churches. To make space in the churches for the newly interred, undertakers started removing earlier remains outside the city to the cave, the future Fontanelle cemetery. The remains were interred shallowly and then joined in 1656 by thousands of anonymous corpses, victims of the great plague of that year.


Sometime in the late 17th century—according to Andrea De Jorio, a Neapolitan scholar from the 19th century, great floods washed the remains out and into the streets, presenting a grisly spectacle. The anonymous remains were returned to the cave, at which point the cave became the unofficial final resting place for the indigent of the city in the succeeding years—a vast paupers' cemetery. It was codified officially as such in the early 19th century under the French rule of Naples. The last great "deposit" of the indigent dead seems to have been in the wake of the cholera epidemic of 1836.


Then, in 1872, Father Gaetano Barbati had the chaotically buried skeletal remains disinterred and catalogued. They remained on the surface, stored in makeshift crypts, in boxes and on wooden racks. A spontaneous cult of devotion to the remains of these unnamed dead developed in Naples. Defenders of the cult pointed out that they were paying respect to those who had had none in life, who had been too poor even to have a proper burial. Devotees paid visits to the skulls, cleaned them—"adopted" them, in a way, even giving the skulls back their "living" names (revealed to their caretakers in dreams). An entire cult sprang up, devoted to caring for the skulls, talking to them, asking for favors, bringing them flowers, etc. A small church, Maria Santissima del Carmine, was built at the entrance.


The cult of devotion to the skulls of the Fontanelle cemetery lasted into the mid-20th century. In 1969, Cardinal Ursi of Naples decided that such devotion had degenerated into fetishism and ordered the cemetery to be closed. It has recently undergone restoration as a historical site and may be visited.

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Rotting old bed with a few animal skulls. Another gem from rural Ontario!


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Friends, Dorothy and Stephen, made a decision to drive down south on 20 February 2017 and asked if I would like to go with them. As always, my answer was a delighted "Yes, please!" Our mutual friend, Janet, also came along. The weather forecast looked good, especially compared to the forecast snow for the next few days - actually, it has snowed in Calgary the last two days so, if it also snowed south of us, then this whole area will be looking very different now. After meeting at their house, the four of us left at 8:30 am and drove to Nanton. If one travels on Highway 2, Nanton is a 46-minute drive from the southern edge of Calgary, about 72 kms.


From Nanton, we basically drove in a huge circle between Highway 2 and Highway 22, covering such beautiful scenery. Some of these roads were new roads for us, certainly for me. Each year, I take part in the annual Audubon Christmas Bird Count for the town of Nanton, and my small group covers the area to the SW of Nanton, but much closer to the town than the area we explored five days ago.


This farm was somewhere between Nanton and the Porcupine Hills. As you can see, there was very little or no snow to be seen - the lack of moisture must be a concern to some of the local farmers. Most of the fields were completely bare.


My friends' target bird was the Golden Eagle, but all of us were happy as can be to see anything else that we might come across. As it turned out, not only did we not see a single Golden Eagle, there were not many birds of any kind to see all day. A flock of 50+ Starlings, and 25 Common Ravens, various Magpies, a few Pigeons, Canada Geese and a couple of heard Red-breasted Nuthatches were all that we saw. For animals, we saw one Coyote, five Mule Deer and a couple of White-tailed Deer.


However, perhaps our biggest excitement came when we found ourselves in the middle of a cattle drive. We could see the huge herd in the distance, with one lone cowboy on his horse at the rear, coming towards us. The whole procession was following another farmer, driving very slowly with a huge hay bale in the back of his truck. After taking a quick few distant shots, we climbed back into our vehicle and waited, and waited, and waited till the very last cow had walked past us. The cowboy said he appreciated the fact that we had stopped, not wanting to spook any of the animals. As soon as they were past us, we climbed out of the car to take a quick photo or two. I think I've only ever seen a cattle drive maybe twice before. So good to see a genuine cowboy at work, doing what he does so well.


Another interesting stop was when we were driving along part of the Sky View Road. We came across a logging sight, with a couple of large piles of cut logs waiting to be trucked out of the area. Fortunately, it was Family Day, so there were no huge logging trucks on the rough, gravel road leading up the hillside. We were hoping to reach the Lookout in case there were amazing views from up there, but we decided that it might be risky to drive the last part of the road that would have led to the Lookout. We had climbed high enough to already find a lot more snow and the rough, narrow road was not in the best condition. This was where we saw the two White-tailed Deer. We had seen beautiful views already, lower down the road, so we were happy.


"Between the Rockies' vigorous upthrusts and the recumbent lines of the grassland plains, the Porcupine Hills provide a softly rounded interface, gentle contours that stir the heart, They are always so beautiful, from the wildflowers of spring to the hazy shimmer of summer and the sharp gold of fall aspens, and even in the austerity of a landscape under the sharp shadows of snow. The hills bring magic to all the seasons."


These are the first few lines from the book, "Exploring the Routes Less Travelled - Country Roads of Alberta", by Liz Bryan. This is a book that my daughter gave me a year or two ago and I had forgotten just which journeys it covered. Once I was back home, while I was Googling the area that I had just spent the day exploring with my friends, I came across this book online. The short chapter on this area made interesting reading.


Thanks so much, Dorothy and Stephen, for such a great day, exploring a new area. It was so much fun to see some new things and, of course, the scenery was spectacular. How lucky we are to live within reach of such beauty! Having been out so few times in many weeks, and having taken barely any photos at all, this kind of day was exactly what I needed.

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Bed with assorted skulls in an abandoned house in rural Ontario. On the Roll the Bones Sunday tour!


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Garden find - poss: House Sparrow ? Measures 30mm from back of skull to tip of beak.


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I drove out to Ophir today, a small town about an hour southwest of where I live. I expected there to be something to see out that way but there wasn't much. It is a very small town with some nice homes, a baseball field, the city offices and not much else.


Leaving Ophir I headed back on the road and wounded up in Rush Valley which proved considerably more interesting. There I happened upon an older, abandoned house right on the main street and after asking the farmer next door I hopped the fence to have a look around. Having seen what there was there I continued driving around Rush Valley and noticed many old sheds, barns and then found two other abandoned houses. These two houses were down a dirt road, a short way from the main stretch and happened to be adjacent to a recently mowed field. Off in the distance I noticed a herd of probably three dozen or more whitetail deer. The houses were in serious disrepair, just the sort I like and I managed some good photographs in and around the properties. One of the houses was home to an awfully skinny raccoon whom I frightened near to death when I walked-in.


From Rush Valley I started on the road again, not knowing quite where I was going, but certainly headed in some sure direction. As it would happen I came upon Dugway, where I expected to find a small town. Instead I found the entryway to Dugway Proving Ground a closed military facility, off-limits to the public. While I was aware of the military facility, as I mentioned, I also thought there was a town by the same name.


So having been turned away by the security at the Proving Ground I headed northwest and ventured into the Skull Valley Goshute Reservation where this photograph was taken. Driving along the highway I noticed to houses about 1/2 mile from the road. They seemed rundown and in need of repair, so I expected they were abandoned. Turning my car around I pulled-off to the side, parked and with camera in tow made my way there. The two houses were abandoned and turned out to be my best find that day. Besides the houses there was an old garage and several abandoned vehicles, rusted out trucks, an four-door sedan and an old yellow bus. Though I wasn't mindful of the time I spent more than an hour wandering around out there, exploring the houses, enjoying the scenery and just seeing what was out there.


When I saw what there was to see I headed back to the car and was on the road again. After the Skull Valley Goshute Reservation I didn't see much, but did come upon an old house and some other sort of decrepit building in the middle of a cow pasture. By this time the sun was about set and the lighting had turned flat. I took a few photographs and then with those damn pesky mosquitoes coming after me hightailed it back to the car.


By this time my trip was finished and I headed for home. I drove nearly 200 miles today, circumnavigating much of the Quirrah Mountains, seeing some great scenery, taking some good photographs and overall having a great day. Expect to see many new photographs from the trip over the forthcoming days.

In Kingston Lacey Park, in Dorset, sat within the grounds of Kingston Lacey House (which is owned by the National Trust), off one of the many tendril paths, one will happen upon a small wooden summerhouse. I suppose it was built as a shelter from inclement weather, but to my 4 year old son, Blake, it is the home of an evil witch, an eater of small children. His suggestion was the impetus for this work. The view outside the casement window is as it appears in this image. The child peeping from behind the tree is my son, imported from another image, as is the skull and the pile of old books.


I was in the process of putting this work together, when the MMM group posted its 45th challenge. The object of the challenge was to create a work utilising an image of an old pile of books. For me, it seemed to be an ideal foreground object to accompany the skull.


All photography was undertaken using an Olympus OM-D E-M5 mounted with its kit 12-50mm lens, and editing was carried out in LR3 and GIMP.


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Image of "stack of books" with thanks to ~Brenda-Starr~

Konyaks are the largest tribe among nagas, and speak the local language, Nagamese. They have embraced Christianity and now, Christianity has become the cohesive bond between the Nagas, who, earlier were at constant fight with each other, one who had the maximum skulls of his enemies being considered the mightiest and most powerful. Konyaks still decorate their houses with skulls, hornbill beaks, elephant tusks, horns and wooden statues. Konyaks used to be headhunters before Independence. Some younger Konyaks are giving up their traditional way of life and adopting modern customs.


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'The ghosts of the girl and her dog remained long after the house had fallen into ruins, but her trike was still there all rusted and broken'

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