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This is John Ford or John Wayne's Point. Both names are used, John Ford is the most common name.
John Ford is a film director who made numerous famous movies.
It is said that this specific place was the spot John Wayne loved the most to enjoy Monument Valley.
No cowboy or indian out there on the rock, but I actually like this better.
Monument Valley did not shut down because it is not part of the National Park System; It is a so called Navajo Tribal Park.
Costs to enter are only 5 $ per person and you get a very nice authentic road to drive through the area and enjoy all the world famous shots.
We learned that Metallica actually shot a video while playing on top of one of the stone pillars, look up "I disappear - Metallica" or click this link youtu.be/nYSDC3cHoZs The song is not that good ;-)
I also watched the movie Stage Coach on the internet, while over there. It is the John Wayne movie that made Monument Valley famous, but probably would not win any Oscars nowadays...
John is a New Zealand Maori living in Australia. He is wearing his Moko with pride. No two Moko are alike, and the patterns tell a story to those who know how to read it. For example the face scrolls vary according to what number son you are, and the overall pattern is representative of his Tribal lineage, namely that John is a fourth generation descendent from a prominent Maori Chief.
His direct connection to a famous Chief from the past was one of the reasons he was "allowed" to wear the Moko, but he also had to obtain the approval of his tribal Elders before he could proceed with this (and he has more of his body adorned, but told me there's about 100 hours work still to be done).
Some Maori will not allow people to photograph them like this, and even John dislikes sly pictures taken opportunistically. The reason is that they feel it takes away some of their Mana (sort of translates to your personal pride, sense of self, prestige and honor).
It was a privilege to take these photos of John. As a sign of respect to him, please don't duplicate these images.
Re-posting #9
One of my first works with Photoshop. It was a great fun to create this photo. Hope you like it too.
Going home for the weekend. Will stay in hospital another two weeks at Monday.
I wish all my contacts a great and sun y weekend.
You may say that I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
My personal homage to one of the greatest musicans.
Thanks for all your comments!
I am raiding the 2014 archives for this week's Fence Friday shot. The John Oliver Cabin was built in the early 1820’s by John Oliver and his wife, Lurena. It is one of multiple historic structures that are part of the Cades Cove loop drive, located in the Tennessee portion of Great Smoky Mountains National Park.
HFF
This Salisbury Cathedral from the Meadows is a rediscovered preparatory work for one of John Constable’s most celebrated masterpieces, now in the Tate, London.
Having established the ideal viewpoint for his composition, Constable then needed to decide the exact viewing distance for the composition for it, that is to work out much of the picture space might be taken up by the cathedral itself, with its striking silhouette, and how much by the surrounding landscape. Furthermore, given that by August he had settled on presenting the cathedral under stormy conditions, or ‘under a cloud’ as Fisher described it, Constable also needed to consider the balance of light and shade. Altogether there are eight directly related preparatory sketches for the final painting, three in pencil, and five in oils.
[Sotheby’s, New York - Oil on canvas, 45.7 x 61 cm]
John, a 'boy ashore' skinning a dogfish ready for sale at The Stade, Hastings. The picture was one recently exhibited at the Fishermen's Museum, Hastings.
An amazing weekend spent in the company of John Blakemore - possibly the greatest living landscape photographer and printer alive in the UK today. Eighty years plus and still going some.............
Film & the geletin silver print process blow my mind
The John S. Thompsonbrug is a bridge over the Maas River between Grave and Nederasselt in the Netherlands.
John, originally from Dagenham in East London was on his way to the supermarket to get something to drink when I stopped him to ask for his picture. On asking him his name he pulled out his passport to show me, it also showed John as a much younger man and had I been a customs officer I would had seriously had doubts that it was the same person.I didn't check the date but I guess the photo was 10-15 years ago and he was clean shaven with short neatly cut dark hair and wearing a smart suit . He looked like he could work in a bank or some kind of office job.
We then went on to discuss the cost of everything these days and agreed that the typical english breakfast from a workmans cafe is still the best value meal you can get for under a fiver also we chatted about the best place to buy your clothes is the charity shops and he proudly showed me his leather jacket and suit he'd bought for next to nothing . We chatted for a good fifteen minutes and then I told him I better be off but gave him a bit of change to get a bottle of Hock which he was drinking and almost finished .
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PLEASE NO AWARDS , IMAGES , LINKS TO PHOTOSTREAMS OR FLICKRIVER ETC
John was one those guys bundled up in a sleeping bag in the doorway of a business. I was waiting for the business to open. It was raining in LA so the weather seemed like a good topic to start the conversation. John said he was from back East and had spent some time in Texas. He said he had travelled through quite a few states to get here. I asked him about his plans. "Stay dry and keep moving." When I thought about it, I realized that in a way, that's what we are all trying to do.
The John Ownby Cabin is a historic cabin in Sevier County, Tennessee, United States. Located in The Sugarlands, it lies within the boundaries of the Great Smoky Mountains National Park. It was built in 1860, and is the last surviving structure from the pre-park Forks-of-the-River community. Repairs were carried out on the dilapidated cabin in 1964, which included replacing the front porch, and the cabin was added to the National Register of Historic Places in 1976.[2] The cabin currently stands along the Sugarlands Nature Trail, an interpretive trail accessible behind the Sugarlands Visitor Center.
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A load of John Deere tractors heading out from most likely Moline, Illinois.
Photo was taken near Sterling, Illinois.
John Knox House, popularly known as "John Knox's House", is a historic house in Edinburgh, Scotland, reputed to have been owned and lived in by Protestant reformer John Knox during the 16th century. Although his name became associated with the house, he appears to have lived in Warriston Close where a plaque indicates the approximate site of his actual residence.
John Tams was born in Stafford Street, Longton in 1837. In around 1865, John Tams entered into partnership with William Lowe, manufacturing in St. Gregory's Pottery, High Street, Longton. In 1873 this partnership was dissolved and in 1874 John Tams bought the Crown pottery, on the corner of Commerce Street and High Street in Longton. At first he specialised in the manufacture of imperial measured ware, mugs, jugs, etc., for hotels and public houses. The increasing use of glass and further government regulations forced him to develop new lines of production, including ornamental and general earthenware. The company continued to trade until Feb 2000 when it became Tams Group Ltd.
There were three men come from the West
Their fortunes for to try,
And these three made a solemn vow:
"John Barleycorn must die."
They plowed, they sowed, they harrowed him in,
Threw clods upon his head,
'Til these three men were satisfied
John Barleycorn was dead.
They let him lie for a very long time,
'Til the rains from heaven did fall,
When little Sir John raised up his head
And so amazed them all.
They let him stand 'til Mid-Summer's Day
When he looked both pale and wan;
Then little Sir John grew a long, long beard
And so became a man.
They hired men with their scythes so sharp
To cut him off at the knee;
They rolled him and tied him around the waist,
And served him barbarously.
They hired men with their sharp pitchforks
To pierce him to the heart,
But the loader did serve him worse than that,
For he bound him to the cart.
They wheeled him 'round and around the field
'Til they came unto a barn,
And there they took a solemn oath
On poor John Barleycorn.
They hired men with their crab-tree sticks
To split him skin from bone,
But the miller did serve him worse than that,
For he ground him between two stones.
There's little Sir John in the nut-brown bowl,
And there's brandy in the glass,
And little Sir John in the nut-brown bowl
Proved the strongest man at last.
The huntsman cannot hunt the fox
Nor loudly blow his horn
And the tinker cannot mend his pots
Without John Barleycorn.
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This is a statue of John Cabot who sailed to North America in 1497.
This is the view as you first arrive to the Klondike Trail on the Bonavista Peninsula in Newfoundland
John's got wood...
lots of it so if you need wood phone John.
Well actually you cant because as much as John would have loved some free advertising I thought it best to edit John's number out.
So don't call John....unless your logman is called John...
John keeps everyone warm.
Day 6 in the bag
John Donne (pronounced /ˈdʌn/ "dunn"; 1572 – 31 March 1631) was an English Jacobean poet, preacher and a major representative of the metaphysical poets of the period. His works are notable for their realistic and sensual style and include sonnets, love poetry, religious poems, Latin translations, epigrams, elegies, songs, satires and sermons. His poetry is noted for its vibrancy of language and inventiveness of metaphor, especially as compared to those of his contemporaries.
Despite his great education and poetic talents, he lived in poverty for several years, relying heavily on wealthy friends. In 1615 he became an Anglican priest and, in 1621, was appointed the Dean of St Paul's Cathedral in London.
John Donne was born on Bread Street in London, England, into a Catholic family at a time when Catholicism was illegal in England.[3] Donne was the third of six children. His father, also named John Donne, was of Welsh descent, and a warden of the Ironmongers Company in the City of London. Donne's father was a respected Catholic who avoided unwelcome government attention out of fear of being persecuted for his religious faith.[4][5] Donne's father died in 1576, leaving his wife, Elizabeth Heywood, the responsibility of raising their children.[5] Elizabeth Heywood, also from a noted Catholic family, was the daughter of John Heywood, the playwright, and sister of Jasper Heywood, the translator and Jesuit. She was a great-niece of the Catholic martyr Thomas More.[6] This tradition of martyrdom would continue among Donne’s closer relatives, many of whom were executed or exiled for religious reasons.[7] Despite the obvious dangers, Donne’s family arranged for his education by the Jesuits, which gave him a deep knowledge of his religion that equipped him for the ideological religious conflicts of his time.[6] Donne's mother married Dr. John Syminges, a wealthy widower with three children, a few months after Donne's father died. In 1577, his mother died, followed by two more of his sisters, Mary and Katherine, in 1581.
Donne was a student at Hart Hall, now Hertford College, Oxford, from the age of 11. After three years at Oxford he was admitted to the University of Cambridge, where he studied for another three years.[8] He was unable to obtain a degree from either institution because of his Catholicism, since he could not take the Oath of Supremacy required of graduates.[6] In 1591 he was accepted as a student at the Thavies Inn legal school, one of the Inns of Chancery in London. In 1592 he was admitted to Lincoln’s Inn, one of the Inns of Court[6], where he held the office of Master of the Revels.[3] His brother Henry was also a university student prior to his arrest in 1593 for harbouring a Catholic priest, William Harrington, whom Henry betrayed under torture.[3] Harrington was tortured on the rack, hanged until not quite dead, and then was subjected to live disembowelment.[3] Henry Donne died in Newgate prison of bubonic plague, leading John Donne to begin questioning his Catholic faith.[5]
During and after his education, Donne spent much of his considerable inheritance on women, literature, pastimes and travel.[4][6] Although there is no record detailing precisely where he traveled, it is known that he traveled across Europe and later fought with the Earl of Essex and Sir Walter Raleigh against the Spanish at Cádiz (1596) and the Azores (1597) and witnessed the loss of the Spanish flagship, the San Felipe.[1][5][9] According to Izaak Walton, who wrote a biography of Donne in 1640:
“ ... he returned not back into England till he had stayed some years, first in Italy, and then in Spain, where he made many useful observations of those countries, their laws and manner of government, and returned perfect in their languages. ”
By the age of 25 he was well prepared for the diplomatic career he appeared to be seeking.[9] He was appointed chief secretary to the Lord Keeper of the Great Seal, Sir Thomas Egerton, and was established at Egerton’s London home, York House, Strand close to the Palace of Whitehall, then the most influential social centre in England.
During the next four years he fell in love with Egerton's niece Anne More, and they were married just before Christmas [3] in 1601 against the wishes of both Egerton and her father, George More, Lieutenant of the Tower. This ruined his career and earned him a short stay in Fleet Prison, along with the priest who married them and the man who acted as a witness to the wedding. Donne was released when the marriage was proven valid, and soon secured the release of the other two. Walton tells us that when he wrote to his wife to tell her about losing his post, he wrote after his name: John Donne, Anne Donne, Un-done. It was not until 1609 that Donne was reconciled with his father-in-law and received his wife's dowry.
Following his release, Donne had to accept a retired country life in Pyrford, Surrey.[6] Over the next few years he scraped a meagre living as a lawyer, depending on his wife’s cousin Sir Francis Wolly to house him, his wife, and their children. Since Anne Donne had a baby almost every year, this was a very generous gesture. Though he practiced law and worked as an assistant pamphleteer to Thomas Morton, he was in a state of constant financial insecurity, with a growing family to provide for.[6]
Anne bore him 12 children in 16 years of marriage (including two stillbirths - their eighth and then in 1617 their last child); indeed, she spent most of her married life either pregnant or nursing. The 10 surviving children were named Constance, John, George, Francis, Lucy (after Donne's patroness Lucy, Countess of Bedford, her godmother), Bridget, Mary, Nicholas, Margaret and Elizabeth. Francis, Nicholas and Mary died before they were ten. In a state of despair, Donne noted that the death of a child would mean one less mouth to feed, but he could not afford the burial expenses. During this time Donne wrote, but did not publish, Biathanatos, his defense of suicide.[7] His wife died on 15 August 1617, five days after giving birth to their twelfth child, a still-born baby. Donne mourned her deeply, including writing the 17th Holy Sonnet.[6] He never remarried; this was quite unusual for the time, especially as he had a large family to bring up.
Donne's earliest poems showed a developed knowledge of English society coupled with sharp criticism of its problems. His satires dealt with common Elizabethan topics, such as corruption in the legal system, mediocre poets, and pompous courtiers. His images of sickness, vomit, manure, and plague assisted in the creation of a strongly satiric world populated by all the fools and knaves of England. His third satire, however, deals with the problem of true religion, a matter of great importance to Donne. He argued that it was better to examine carefully one's religious convictions than blindly to follow any established tradition, for none would be saved at the Final Judgment, by claiming "A Harry, or a Martin taught [them] this."[7]
Donne's early career was also notable for his erotic poetry, especially his elegies, in which he employed unconventional metaphors, such as a flea biting two lovers being compared to sex.[9] In Elegy XIX: To His Mistress Going to Bed, he poetically undressed his mistress and compared the act of fondling to the exploration of America. In Elegy XVIII, he compared the gap between his lover's breasts to the Hellespont.[9] Donne did not publish these poems, although he did allow them to circulate widely in manuscript form.
Donne was elected as Member of Parliament for the constituency of Brackley in 1602, but this was not a paid position and Donne struggled to provide for his family, relying heavily upon rich friends.[6] The fashion for coterie poetry of the period gave him a means to seek patronage and many of his poems were written for wealthy friends or patrons, especially Sir Robert Drury, who came to be Donne's chief patron in 1610.[9] Donne wrote the two Anniversaries, An Anatomy of the World (1611) and Of the Progress of the Soul, (1612), for Drury. While historians are not certain as to the precise reasons for which Donne left the Catholic Church, he was certainly in communication with the King, James I of England, and in 1610 and 1611 he wrote two anti-Catholic polemics: Pseudo-Martyr and Ignatius his Conclave.[6] Although James was pleased with Donne's work, he refused to reinstate him at court and instead urged him to take holy orders.[5] Although Donne was at first reluctant, feeling unworthy of a clerical career, he finally acceded to the King's wishes and in 1615 was ordained into the Church of England.[9]
Donne became a Royal Chaplain in late 1615, Reader of Divinity at Lincoln's Inn in 1616, and received a Doctor of Divinity degree from Cambridge University in 1618.[6] Later in 1618 he became chaplain to Viscount Doncaster, who was on an embassy to the princes of Germany. Donne did not return to England until 1620.[6] In 1621 Donne was made Dean of St Paul's, a leading (and well-paid) position in the Church of England and one he held until his death in 1631. During his period as Dean his daughter Lucy died, aged eighteen. It was in late November and early December of 1623 that he suffered a nearly fatal illness, thought to be either typhus or a combination of a cold followed by the seven-day relapsing fever. During his convalescence he wrote a series of meditations and prayers on health, pain, and sickness that were published as a book in 1624 under the title of Devotions upon Emergent Occasions. Meditation XVII later became well known for its phrase "for whom the bell tolls" and the statement that "no man is an island". In 1624 he became vicar of St Dunstan-in-the-West, and 1625 a Royal Chaplain to Charles I.[6] He earned a reputation as an eloquent preacher and 160 of his sermons have survived, including the famous Death’s Duel sermon delivered at the Palace of Whitehall before King Charles I in February 1631.
It is thought that his final illness was stomach cancer. He died on 31 March 1631 having published many poems in his lifetime; but having left a body of work fiercely engaged with the emotional and intellectual conflicts of his age. John Donne is buried in St Paul's, where a memorial statue of him was erected (carved from a drawing of him in his shroud), with a Latin epigraph probably composed by himself.
John J. Harvey was built in 1931 and named for FDNY pilot John J. Harvey who was killed aboard fireboat Thomas Willett while fighting a fire aboard the North German Lloyd Line's SS Muenchen. Harvey assisted during such notable fires as the Cunard Line pier fire in 1932, the burning of Normandie in 1942, and the ammunition ship El Estero during World War II. She served the FDNY until her retirement in 1994.
On September 11 2001, John J. Harvey was recalled to service by the FDNY and reactivated as Marine Company 2. Alongside the FDNY fireboats Fire Fighter and John D. McKean she pumped water for 80 hours until water mains in lower Manhattan were restored to service. Harvey's action that week was the subject of countless news articles and a 2002 Maira Kalman book.
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Nice full moon and relatively wind free just over a week ago, so I tried out a few long exposure shots at Johns.
The John Oliver Cabin blanketed by a beautiful winter snow display in Cades Cove, Great Smoky Mountains National Park.
John is an alcoholic who I met on the streets of Cheltenham. He was in a pretty bad way but allowed me to take his portrait. He explained that he used to work as a labourer on the railways but had to stop when his crew found a dead child. Booze talking?