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Street photography from Glasgow, Scotland.
You don't often see a fez in Glasgow! Previously unpublished shot from September 2016 when there were a few be-costumed people wandering around. Enjoy!
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Street photography from Glasgow, Scotland.
She was indeed facing, more or less, Due South at the opening of a Canadian fast food chain in the city during June 2017. I loved the Due South TV series starring Paul Gross and David Marciano in the 90s and it instantly came to mind when I saw this. I hope you like this spontaneous street portrait from my archives.
Hikers admire the wildflowers at Red Rock Canyon State Park.
Cantil, CA - USA
Unedited image.
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Babette Plana 2023
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Street photography from Glasgow, Scotland.
Colour re-edit of a shot from August 2016. Enjoy!
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Street portrait from Glasgow, Scotland.
Black and white re-edit of a portrait of Shannon from my '100 Strangers' street portrait project in Glasgow. Stunning in colour, with her green outfit and red hair, there is an entirely different but equally magical quality in black and white. Memories of happier times as we still linger in lockdown.
Stay safe everyone!
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Waarschuwing
Wanneer ik oud ben ga ik paarse jurken kopen
en zal daar ook een rode hoed bij doen
Dat staat me niet, maar ik zie mezelf al lopen
en ik verspil mijn staatspensioen
Aan drank en handschoenen met knopen
Op maffe muilen loop ik door de warenhuizen
en graai baldadig gratis monsters bij elkaar
Ik druk op bellen tot mijn oren suizen
Ik ratel met een stok langs stalen buizen
en als ik moe word zit ik op 't trottoir
Geen regels kunnen mij nog overbluffen
Ik reken af met mijn beschaafde jeugd
Ik ga op sloffen door de plassen plenzen
Ik jat bloemen uit de tuin van vreemde mensen
Opvallen wordt voor mij een deugd
En ik ga ook proberen om te tuffen.
Gedicht van Jenny Joseph
Enkele leden van deze club kwam ik in de Hoogstraat tegen en wilden graag poseren. Nee, ze hoefden geen bestand per email te ontvangen.
Ik moet wel even kwijt dat ik paars een verschrikkelijk lelijke kleur vindt.
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Street photography from Glasgow, Scotland.
Captured in September 2020. Stay safe my Flickr friends.
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Candid street photography from Glasgow, Scotland.
Colour re-edit of an old shot from October 2017. Wishing you all a fantastic weekend of photography my Flickr friends! Stay safe!
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Candid street photography from Glasgow, Scotland. Proudly sporting a splash of colour on the street where so many, during winter, wear dull and dreary clothes. I loved the back-lighting and framing for this shot. Enjoy!
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Alternate and previously unedited portrait shot of Tami from my 100 Strangers Project. Originally taken in March 2018, Tami was a fashion student in Glasgow. Image given a deep frequency separation edit in Photoshop and some colour grading too. Enjoy!
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Candid street photography from Glasgow, Scotland.
Previously unpublished image from January 2017.
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Candid street photography from Glasgow, Scotland. It was good to get back out shooting street after two weeks away. I couldn't resist the fiery red of her hair for a shot here. Enjoy!
The theme for "Looking Close on Friday" for the 23rd of August is "bicycle". Now I know you are going to say that this should be a macro shot, and it is. What might surprise you is that everything in this photograph a 1:12 size miniature from my extensive collection which I use for photography purposes. If you follow my photostream at all, you will know that I publish a chapter of the lives of two women set in London in the 1920s (a century ago) every Sunday. The series is entitled “Life at cavendish Mews” and revolves around the Honourable Lettice Chetwynd – a society interior designer and daughter of a viscount – and her hard working and aspiring maid, Edith. If you are interested, the series may be found here: www.flickr.com/photos/40262251@N03/albums/72157715517132727/ Now, for those of you who don’t know, Edith is stepping out with Frank Leadbetter, the delivery boy of local grocer Walter Willison. This is his bicycle loaded up with time specific miniature groceries, ready to be delivered, resting against the advertising poster clad wall of Walter Willison’s Grocery. As this is set in 1924, I have given today’s image a sepia tone. I hope you like my choice for this week’s theme, and that it makes you smile.
Frank’s black metal delivery bicycle with its basket on the front came from Kathleen Knight’s Dolls House Shop in the United Kingdom. The sign on the body of the bicycle I made myself with the aid of the brown paper bag in the front of the basket which bears the name “Walter Willison’s Tea and Grocery”. The paper bag is filled with 1920s grocery items, which along with the bag were made by Little Things Dollhouse Miniatures in Lancashire.
Edith’s leather handbag leaning against the bicycle I acquired as part of a larger collection of 1:12 artisan miniature hats, bags and accessories I bought from an American miniature collector Marilyn Bickel. Her small wicker basket I acquired from an online stockist of miniatures on E-Bay.
The brooms leaning against the walls come either from Beautifully Handmade Miniatures in Kettering or Kathleen Knight’s Dolls’ House Shop.
The wooden boxes with their Edwardian advertising labels have been purposely aged and came from The Dolls’ House Supplier in the United Kingdom.
The advertisements along the wall of the shop, aside from the two advertising the British Empire Exhibition which I made myself, are all 1:12 size posters made by the British miniature artisan Ken Blythe. Ken is known mostly for the 1;12 miniature books he created. I have quite a large representation of Ken Blythe’s work in my collection, but he also produced other items, including posters. All of these are genuine copies of real Edwardian posters. To create something so authentic to the original in such detail and so clearly, really does make these items miniature artisan pieces. Ken Blythe’s work is highly sought after by miniaturists around the world today and command high prices at auction for such tiny pieces, particularly now that he is no longer alive. I was fortunate enough to acquire pieces from Ken Blythe prior to his death about four years ago, as well as through his estate via his daughter and son-in-law. His legacy will live on with me and in my photography which I hope will please his daughter.
The brick wall upon which they are stuck is a very special piece, and one of my more recent additions to my miniatures collection. Made painstakingly by hand, this was made by my very dear Flickr friend and artist Kim Hagar (www.flickr.com/photos/bkhagar_gallery/), she surprised me with this amazing piece entitled “Wall” as a Christmas gift, with the intention that I use it in my miniatures photos. Each brick has been individually cut and then worn to give texture before being stuck to the backing board and then painted. She has created several floors in the same way for some of her own miniature projects which you can see in her “In Miniature” album here: www.flickr.com/photos/bkhagar_gallery/albums/721777203007....
What a treat to find not 1… not 2… but 3 Red-Headed Woodpeckers ❤️
The red-headed woodpecker is one of New Jersey’s most distinctive birds with its strong contrasts of red, white and black. It is listed as a threatened species in NJ, and its survival here may be in danger if conditions continue to deteriorate.
While a common species in the 1700's and 1800's, by the 20th century red-headed woodpeckers had suffered population declines due to road strikes, competition with invasive bird species for habitats, and harvesting to provide feathers for hats. Due to population declines, the red-headed woodpecker was listed as a threatened species in New Jersey in 1979. In addition, the National Audubon Society has recognized the red-headed woodpecker as a species of special concern since 1982, and the bird is considered rare in the Northeastern U.S.
Red-Headed Woodpecker
🔎 Melanerpes erythrocephalus
Undisclosed Location 📌
Northern New Jersey 2/24
Nikon D500
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Candid street photography from Glasgow, Scotland.
I hope that you all had a very Happy Christmas Day and I thank each and every one of you for your kind wishes and thoughts. Only 364 days to go now - stay safe out there in the sales though! Thank you all, enjoy!
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Candid street photography from Glasgow, Scotland. I wonder what his favourite colour is? My own annoying shadow gets in the shot at this time of year though when this close with a 24mm lens. Enjoy!
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Street photography from Glasgow, Scotland.
Previously unpublished shot from December 2017.
White it may break records in the UK today for the warmest Christmas Eve on record, there is a chance of snow across high ground in the Scottish Highlands tomorrow. Just one flake makes it a white Christmas. Where I am it is just very wet and incredibly windy, gusting up to 70 mph. Santa might have to practice some crosswind landings!
Take care everyone. My best wishes to you all.
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"can't stop" ...
I worked on the quadriptych for a couple of days, and although the individual images looked better, I felt it was more important to show you the overall campaign.
Yesterday, while cycling in the sun along the Rhine, I suddenly had the idea for the title, because this is about green, and the word deal has taken on a whole new, unpleasant, terrible meaning since Trump. It was very different in Franklin D. Roosevelt's time, when morals and ethics and a cohesive society were still important.
An early use of the phrase "Green New Deal" was by journalist Thomas Friedman. He argued in favor of the idea in The New York Times and The New York Times Magazine. In January 2007, Friedman wrote:
If you have put a windmill in your yard or some solar panels on your roof, bless your heart. But we will only green the world when we change the very nature of the electricity grid – moving it away from dirty coal or oil to clean coal and renewables. And that is a huge industrial project – much bigger than anyone has told you. Finally, like the New Deal, if we undertake the green version, it has the potential to create a whole new clean power industry to spur our economy into the 21st century.
By the 2009 European Parliament election, the European Green Party's manifesto was titled A Green New Deal for Europe and called for:
a Europe of solidarity that can guarantee its citizens a good quality of life based on economic, social, and environmental sustainability; a truly democratic Europe that acts for its citizens and not just narrow industry interests; a Europe that acts for a green future.
The European Green Deal - European Commission
The European "Green Deal" adopted in 2019 is about how the Commission wants to make the EU a modern, resource-efficient and competitive economy and climate-neutral by 2050.
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This green gentleman here seems to want to explore the secrets of this photo down to the smallest detail. He probably kept setting off the alarm, but the security staff stayed away and relied on the protective glass...
Gursky's photo ...
Rhine II is a color photograph by the German artist Andreas Gursky from 1999 (at one time the most expensive photograph in the world).
History of creation
The photograph was taken for a second and larger C-print edition with the motif "Rhine". The copies are numbered on the back from 1/6 to 6/6 and signed by hand. Gursky shows a radically reduced landscape. Under an overcast sky, the Rhine flows horizontally between grassy dikes. An asphalted bicycle and footpath can be seen under the front dike. The Lausward power plant, which was originally photographed, and other port facilities in the background as well as a person in the foreground walking their dog were digitally removed by Gursky.
The picture was taken from the dike on Rheinallee in Düsseldorf-Oberkassel between Walkürenstrasse and Hectorstrasse. He had the picture printed using the C-print process in a size of 185.4 × 363.5 cm and mounted with the image side on acrylic glass.
Another motif, "Rhine" (later referred to as "Rhine I"), dates back to 1996 and dealt with the same theme. It was printed in the format 145.8 × 180.8 cm, also in an edition of 6 copies. Copy 3/6 was auctioned at Sotheby's in New York in 2014 for 1,805,000 US dollars. Copy 6/6 achieved 2,098,500 US dollars in a previous auction in 2011. Other copies of "Rhine I" exist in the format 186 × 222 cm.
The Monika Sprüth Gallery in Cologne acquired print 1/6 and sold it to an anonymous German collector. On November 8, 2011, the picture fetched a price of 3.1 million euros at a Christie's auction in New York, making it the most expensive photograph in the world for a time.
The identity of the buyer is not known - as is often the case with auctions by international auction houses, where bidding can also be done by telephone. Another copy (5/6) is in the collection of the Tate Gallery in London. Copy 4/6 is owned by the Pinakothek in Munich.
Other copies are in the Museum of Modern Art, New York and in the Glenstone Collection, Potomac. Since November 2017, a copy has been hanging in the State Chancellery of North Rhine-Westphalia. For the 2002 federal election, Gursky provided the motif for the election campaign of the red-green federal government.
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An dem Quadriptychon habe ich ein paar Tage gearbeitet. Obwohl wieder die Einzelbilder bessser wirkten, war mir doch die Gesamtaktion wichtiger euch zu zeigen.
Gestern beim Fahrradfahren in der Sonne am Rhein kam mir dann plötzlich der Gedanke zum Titel, weil es hier um Grün geht und das Wort "Deal" seit Trump eine ganz neue unangenehme, schreckliche Bedeutung bekommen hat.
Das war zu Franklin D. Roosevelts Zeiten noch ganz anders. Da waren Moral und Ethik und eine Gesellschaft mit Zusammenhalt noch wichtig.
Der Begriff „Green New Deal“ wurde schon früh vom Journalisten Thomas Friedman verwendet. Er sprach sich in der New York Times und im New York Times Magazine für diese Idee aus. Im Januar 2007 schrieb Friedman:
Wenn Sie eine Windmühle in Ihrem Garten oder ein paar Solarmodule auf Ihrem Dach aufgestellt haben, dann können Sie froh sein. Aber wir werden die Welt nur dann grüner machen, wenn wir die Natur des Stromnetzes grundlegend ändern – indem wir es von schmutziger Kohle oder Öl auf saubere Kohle und erneuerbare Energien umstellen. Und das ist ein riesiges Industrieprojekt – viel größer, als Ihnen irgendjemand erzählt hat. Und schließlich hat es, wie der New Deal, wenn wir die grüne Version umsetzen, das Potenzial, eine ganz neue saubere Energieindustrie zu schaffen, die unsere Wirtschaft ins 21. Jahrhundert katapultiert.
Bei der Europawahl 2009 trug das Manifest der Europäischen Grünen Partei den Titel „Ein Green New Deal für Europa“ und forderte:
Ein Europa der Solidarität, das seinen Bürgern eine gute Lebensqualität auf der Grundlage wirtschaftlicher, sozialer und ökologischer Nachhaltigkeit garantieren kann; ein wirklich demokratisches Europa, das für seine Bürger und nicht nur für enge Industrieinteressen handelt; ein Europa, das sich für eine grüne Zukunft einsetzt.
Der europäische Grüne Deal - European Commission
Im europäischen, beschlossenen "Green Deal", von 2019, geht es darum, wie die Kommission die EU zu einer modernen, ressourceneffizienten und wettbewerbsfähigen Wirtschaft und bis 2050 klimaneutral machen will.
Zu meinen Fotos ...
Dieser grüne Herr hier scheint die Geheimnisse dieses Fotos bis ins Kleinste erforschen zu wollen. Er hat wahrscheinlich ständig den Alarm ausgelöst, jedoch blieb das Aufsichtspersonal fern und verlies sich auf das Schutzglas ...
Zum Bild selbst ...
Rhein II ist eine Farbfotografie des deutschen Künstlers Andreas Gursky aus dem Jahr 1999.
Entstehungsgeschichte
Die Aufnahme entstand für eine zweite und im Format größere C-Print-Edition mit dem Motiv „Rhein“. Die Exemplare sind von 1/6 bis 6/6 rückseitig nummeriert und handsigniert. Gursky zeigt eine radikal reduzierte Landschaft. Unter bedecktem Himmel fließt der Rhein horizontal zwischen grasbewachsenen Deichen. Unter dem vorderen Deich ist ein asphaltierter Fahrrad- und Fußweg zu sehen. Das ursprünglich mit abgelichtete Kraftwerk Lausward und weitere Hafenanlagen im Hintergrund sowie eine Person im Vordergrund, die ihren Hund ausführt, wurden von Gursky digital entfernt. Aufgenommen wurde das Bild vom Deich an der Rheinallee in Düsseldorf-Oberkassel zwischen der Walkürenstraße und der Hectorstraße. Er ließ das Bild im C-Print-Verfahren in einer Größe von 185,4 × 363,5 cm ausbelichten und mit der Bildseite auf Acrylglas montieren.
Ein weiteres Motiv „Rhein“ (später als „Rhein I“ bezeichnet) stammte bereits von 1996 und befasste sich mit dem identischen Thema. Es wurde im Format 145,8 × 180,8 cm ebenfalls in einer Auflage von 6 Exemplaren abgezogen. Das Exemplar 3/6 wurde 2014 bei Sotheby’s in New York für 1.805.000 US-Dollar versteigert. Das Exemplar 6/6 erzielte in einer vorhergehenden Auktion 2011 noch 2.098.500 US-Dollar. Weitere Exemplare von „Rhein I“ existieren im Format 186 × 222 cm.
Die Galerie Monika Sprüth in Köln erwarb den Druck 1/6 und verkaufte ihn an einen anonymen deutschen Sammler. Am 8. November 2011 erzielte das Bild in New York bei einer Auktion von Christie’s einen Preis von 3,1 Millionen Euro und wurde damit zeitweise zur teuersten Fotografie der Welt. Die Identität des Käufers ist – wie häufig bei Versteigerungen durch internationale Auktionshäuser, bei denen auch telefonisch geboten werden kann – nicht bekannt. Ein weiteres Exemplar (5/6) befindet sich in der Sammlung der Tate Gallery in London. Das Exemplar 4/6 ist im Besitz der Pinakothek in München. Weitere Exemplare befinden sich im Museum of Modern Art, New York und in der Glenstone Collection, Potomac. Seit November 2017 hängt ein Exemplar in der Staatskanzlei von Nordrhein-Westfalen. Zur Bundestagswahl 2002 stellte Gursky das Motiv für die Wahlwerbung der rot-grünen Bundesregierung zur Verfügung, erzählte mir meine Freundin Wiki ...
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Close-up candid street photography from Glasgow, Scotland. I simply had to keep this shot in colour for the intensity of the blue hat this guy was sporting. Enjoy full screen detail by pressing 'L' or clicking on the image.
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Street photography from Glasgow, Scotland.
Colour re-edit of a shot captured on the day of the 'Glasgow Santa Dash' in December 2016. Enjoy!
The Human Family
A trip to a garden centre with Ray for autumn bulbs and compost resulted in a fortuitous meeting for me with Jan, a member of Waterside Red Devils, a chapter within the Red Hat Society. She was wearing a beautiful outfit, the red hat instantly a clue to her status as a Red Hatter.
Jan told me she was one of 25 ladies who had travelled to the centre by coach for a sociable outing. I wondered if she would have her photo taken and be included in my strangers' portrait project.
She readily agreed but said that she did not make a good photo..... Leaving my camera at home, I had just taken my iPhone with me at the last minute. I recently found it has a portrait setting which seems to work well. Jan was pleased to be offered a photo and I made a note of her email.
The Red Hat Society was started in California in 1998 by Sue Ellen Cooper, inspired by Jenny Joseph's poem 'Warning':
When I am an old woman I shall wear purple
With a red hat which doesn’t go, and doesn’t suit me......
I learnt from Jan that Red Hatters adhere to these first two lines of the poem most of the year, but in their personal birthday month they wear 'red with a purple hat'.
The Society defines itself as:
'a unique international playgroup for women that promotes our passion of fun, friendship, fitness, the freedom to express ourselves in positive ways, and a dedication to the fulfilment of lifelong dreams, gained all through the power of fun!
I quite fancy becoming a Red Hatter - but fear I am not woman enough for some of their adventures which I learnt about from Jan! As we said good-bye I told her she had made my day; she replied that I had made hers.......
This is my #133 submission to the Human Family Group. To view more street portraits and stories visit:
En route to a lunchtime concert at Chichester Cathedral yesterday, we paused for coffee. 'You sit down' Ray said 'I'll order.' I chose a table with two comfy armchairs, soon realising that the group of lovely ladies at the adjacent table were Red Hatters.
Thankful that I had taken my camera to Chichester, I approached them for a photo. They graciously agreed and we decided on a group portrait at one side of their table to best use the light from the window.
They are, from extreme right moving clockwise: Carolyn, the Queen of this Chapter 'The Crimson Coasters', Gill, Jasmine and Pamela.
The Red Hat Society was started in California in 1998 by Sue Ellen Cooper, inspired by Jenny Joseph's poem 'Warning':
When I am an old woman I shall wear purple
With a red hat which doesn’t go, and doesn’t suit me
And I shall spend my pension
on brandy and summer gloves
And satin sandals
and say we’ve no money for butter.........
The Society defines itself thus:
'a unique international playgroup for women that promotes our passion of fun, friendship, fitness, the freedom to express ourselves in positive ways, and a dedication to the fulfilment of lifelong dreams, gained all through the power of fun!
I have sent photos to The Crimson Coasters and in return received Red-Hat Hugs. Thank you so much to them all for making my day.
Maybe now is my time to seek out a red hat....
This is my #129 submission to the Human Family Group. To view more street portraits and stories visit:
This beautiful purple Petunia is part of my balcony display. Another one of my favourite colours.
Have you heard of that poem "Warning" by Jenny Joseph (of the Red Hat Society)?
"When I am an old woman I shall wear purple
With a red had that doesn't go and doesn't suit me"
Maybe I'm saying it with flowers!!! Of course I am not old yet, so this is just a warning of what might happen!
Chrysanthema 2024
Die „goldene Blüten“ auf dem Weg nach Europa
Im Namen der Chrysanthemen verbergen sich die griechischen Wörter chrysos für gold und anthemon für Blüte. Neben der goldgelben Blütenfarbe erblüht die Chrysantheme in vielfältigen Blau-, Rot-, Orange- und Lilatönen. Nach Europa brachte 1789 der französische Seefahrer Louis Blanchard die ersten Chrysanthemen aus Macao mit. Von den eingeführten Sorten überlebte nur eine. Erst 1843 gelang es dem Pflanzensammler Hobert Fortune im Auftrag der Royal Horticultural Society eine Reihe von Sorten aus China nach England zu retten. Dort gründete sich schon 1846 die erste Chrysanthemen-Gesellschaft, die heute einige tausend Mitglieder hat. Von England aus eroberte sich die Chrysantheme zunächst Amerika, und über Frankreich schließlich auch das übrige Europa.
The “golden flowers” on the way to Europe
The name of the chrysanthemum contains the Greek words chrysos for gold and anthemon for flower. In addition to the golden yellow flower color, the chrysanthemum blooms in a variety of shades of blue, red, orange and purple. The French sailor Louis Blanchard brought the first chrysanthemums from Macao to Europe in 1789. Of the introduced varieties, only one survived. It was not until 1843 that the plant collector Hobert Fortune managed to save a number of varieties from China to England on behalf of the Royal Horticultural Society. The first chrysanthemum society was founded there in 1846 and today has several thousand members. From England, the chrysanthemum first conquered America, and finally the rest of Europe via France.
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Dilmun is associated with ancient sites on the islands of Bahrain in the Persian Gulf, the Cradle of Civilization.
Dilmun (sometimes transliterated Telmun) is associated with ancient sites on the islands of Bahrain in the Persian Gulf. Because of its location along the sea trade routes linking Mesopotamia with the Indus Valley Civilization, Dilmun developed in the Bronze Age, from ca. 3000 BC, into one of the greatest entrepots of trade of the ancient world.
There is both literary and archaeological evidence for the trade between Mesopotamia and the Indus Valley (probably correctly identified with the land called Meluhha in Akkadian). Impressions of clay seals from the Indus Valley city of Harappa were evidently used to seal bundles of merchandise, as clay seal impressions with cord or sack marks on the reverse side testify.
A number of these Indus Valley seals have turned up at Ur and other Mesopotamian sites. "Persian Gulf" types of circular stamped rather than rolled seals, known from Dilmun, that appear at Lothal in Gujarat, India, and Faylahkah, as well as in Mesopotamia, are convincing corroboration of the long-distance sea trade. What the commerce consisted of is less sure: timber and precious woods, ivory, lapis lazuli, gold, and luxury goods such as carnelian and glazed stone beads, pearls from the Persian Gulf, shell and bone inlays, were among the goods sent to Mesopotamia in exchange for silver, tin, woolen textiles, olive oil and grains. Copper ingots, certainly, bitumen, which occurred naturally in Mesopotamia, may have been exchanged for cotton textiles and domestic fowl, major products of the Indus region that are not native to Mesopotamia - all these have been instanced.
Mesopotamian trade documents, lists of goods, and official inscriptions mentioning Meluhha supplement Harappan seals and archaeological finds. Literary references to Meluhhan trade date from the Akkadian, the Third Dynasty of Ur, and Isin - Larsa Periods (ca. 2350 - 1800 BC), but the trade probably started in the Early Dynastic Period (ca. 2600 BC). Some Meluhhan vessels may have sailed directly to Mesopotamian ports, but by the Isin - Larsa Period, Dilmun monopolized the trade. By the subsequent Old Babylonian period, trade between the two cultures evidently had ceased entirely.
The Bahrain National Museum assesses that its "Golden Age" lasted ca. 2200 - 1600 BC. Its decline dates from the time the Indus Valley civilization suddenly and mysteriously collapsed, in the middle of the 2nd millennium BC. This would of course have stripped Dilmun of its importance as a trading center between Mesopotamia and India. The decay of the great sea trade with the east may have affected the power shift northwards observed in Mesopotamia itself.
Evidence about Neolithic human cultures in Dilmun comes from flint tools and weapons. From later periods, cuneiform tablets, cylinder seals, pottery and even correspondence between rulers throw light on Dilmun. Written records mentioning the archipelago exist in Sumerian, Akkadian, Persian, Greek, and Latin sources.
Dilmun, sometimes described as "the place where the sun rises" and "the Land of the Living" is the scene of a Sumerian creation myth and the place where the deified Sumerian hero of the flood, Ziusudra (Utnapishtim), was taken by the gods to live for ever.
There is mention of Dilmun as a vassal of Assyria in the 8th century BC and by about 600 BC, it had been fully incorporated into the Neo-Babylonian Empire. Dilmun then falls into deep eclipse marked by the decline of the copper trade, so long controlled by Dilmun, and the switch to a less important role in the new trade of frankincense and spices. The discovery of an impressive palace at the Ras al Qalah site in Bahrain is promising to increase knowledge of this late period.
Otherwise, there is virtually no information until the passage of Nearchus, the admiral in charge of Alexander the Great's fleet on the return from the Indus Valley. Nearchus kept to the Iranian coast of the Gulf, however, and cannot have stopped at Dilmun. Nearchus established a colony on the island of Falaika off the coast of Kuwait in the late 4th century BC, and explored the Gulf perhaps least as far south as Dilmun/Bahrain.
From the time of Nearchus until the coming of Islam in the 7th century AD Dilmun/Bahrain was known by its Greek name of Tylos. The political history for this period is little known, but Tylos was at one point part of the Seleucid Empire, and of Characene and perhaps part of the Parthian Empire. Shapur II annexed it, together with eastern Arabia, into the Persian Sassanian empire in the 4th century.
Unlike Egyptian and Mesopotamian tablets and cylinders, the Dilmun legacy has been discovered on circular seals. The primitive forms of images carved on the seal indicate they were used as charms or talisman. Carved on wood, soapstone shells or metal, these images clearly define a complex society. Temples in the center of the agrarian village, towns, city-states, religious, and economic cultural life. All facets of the emergence of an evolutionary society are reflected in the inscriptions about the seals.
Impressions found on pottery and property is a probable usage of the seals. Burying them with the dead was probably to avoid misuse. Tiny fragments found impressed, suggest identifying property. Clearly there was an intrinsic value; each seal tells a story, has an identity.
Seals depict Enki, God of wisdom and sweet water. Gilgamesh as a massive and heroic figure, the 'Bull of heaven' hat. Ladies of the mountains 'Inanas' servants wearing her triangle signs depicting space for her power. 'Nana' is the moon god who was also named 'sin'. Symbol was the bull of heaven head. Inana, goddess of immortality.
From the dreams of Gilgamesh, to the philosophy of life. Seals depicting a harmonious life with nature and god are painted here in the colors and form I hope you enjoy. The colors naturally excite and stimulate, often sexually. Indisputably the ancient myths of immortality and resurrection influenced Dilmun beliefs and are abundantly supported in the seal designs, represented by gods of the sun and moon.
The Mesopotamian texts described Tilmun as situated at the 'mouth' of two bodies of water. The Sinai peninsula, shaped as an inverted triangle indeed begins where the Red Sea separates into two arms - the gulf of Suez on the west, and the Gulf of Elat (Gulf of Aqaba) on the east.
The texts spoke of mountainous Tilmun. The Sinai peninsula is indeed made up of a high mountainous southern part, a mountainous central plateau, and a northern plain (surrounded by mountains), which levels off via sandy hills to the Mediterranean coastline. Sargon of Akkad claimed that he reached as 'washed his weapons' in the Mediterranean; 'the sea lands' - the lands along the Mediterranean coast - 'three times I encircled; Tilmun my hand captured'. Sargon II, king of Assyria in the eighth century BC, asserted that he had conquered the area stretching 'from Bit-Yahkin on the shore of the salt Sea as far as the border of Tilmun'. The name 'Salt Sea' has survived to this day as a Hebrew name for the Dead Sea - another confirmation that Tilmun lay in proximity to the Dead Sea.
The cradle of civilization is sometimes referenced by the name Dilmun, or Tilmun. Here, it was said, the god Ea and his wife were placed to institute 'a sinless age of complete happiness'.
Here too animals lived in peace and harmony, man had no rival and the god Enlil `in one tongue gave praise'. It is also described as a pure, clean and `bright' `abode of the immortals' where death, disease and sorrow are unknown and some mortals have been given `life like a god', words reminiscent of the Airyana Vaejah, the realm of the immortals in Iranian myth and legend, and the Eden of Hebraic tradition
Although Dilmun is equated by most scholars with the island of Bahrain in the Persian Gulf, there is evidence to suggest that a much earlier mythical Dilmun was located in a mountainous region beyond the plains of Sumer.
But where exactly was it located Mesopotamian inscriptions do not say; however, the Zoroastrian Bundahishn text and the Christian records of Arbela in Iraqi Kurdistan both refer to a location named Dilamƒn as having existed around the head waters of the Tigris, south-west of Lake Van - the very area in which the biblical Eden is said to have been located.
Furthermore, Ea (the Akkadian Enki) was said to have presided over the concourse of Mesopotamia's two greatest rivers - the Tigris and Euphrates - which are shown in depictions as flowing from each of his shoulders.
This would have undoubtedly have meant that the head-waters, or sources, of these rivers would have been looked upon as sacred to Ea by the cultures of Mesopotamia's Fertile Crescent.
- Zecharia Sitchin The Stairway to Heaven
Dilmun was allegedly a magical land, the birthplace of the gods and the place where the arts of civilization where said first to have been transmitted to men. It was the subject of many legends told by the Sumerians, the people of southern Iraq; it was famed as a land where death and disease were unknown and men and animals lived at peace together.
It was the home of the Sumerian king who was the origin of the myth of Noah, the immortal survivor of the Great Flood, a story retold in the Qu'ran and the Bible.
The first great hero of world literature, Gilgamesh the king of Uruk, journeyed to Dilmun in search of the secret of eternal youth.
He found it deep in the waters of the Persian Gulf, off Bahrain, but lost it when the flower which restored the youth of those who sought it, was stolen by a snake, lurking in a pool as Gilgamesh returned to his kingdom; this is the reason why the snake sloughs his skin.
Symbolism - All is Myth and Metaphor in our reality
* water: flow of consciousness - creation
* restore to youth: move out of the physical body and return to higher frequency forms of sound, light, and color
* snake: DNA - the human bio-genetic experiment in time and emotion
* kingdom - Leo - Lion - King - Omega - closure
Dilmun was also the center of the most important trade routes of the third and second millennia BC. The most important commodity was copper for which Dilmun was famous and the dates for which Bahrain was always celebrated, from ancient times until the present day.
Because Dilmun was so sacred a land, there were many temples built there, the impressive remains of which can be seen today. The largest and most splendid temple surviving in Western Asia is at Barbar on Bahrain's northern shore.
The most famous of all Bahrain's rich archaeological heritage are the 200,000 grave mounds which are a feature of the landscape in the northern half of the island and which, by their size and quality of construction, show how prosperous Bahrain must have been in ancient times.
Dilmun continued to be the most important center of trade in the Gulf region throughout its history.
After the Sumerians, the Babylonians, Assyrians, even the Greeks, settled on the islands, because of their strategic importance in the movement of merchandise, north and south, east and west, by sea and by the land routes to which the seas gave access.
The records of their diplomatic relations with the kings of Dilmun, some of whose names are known from the records, testify to the importance of the islands throughout antiquity.
All left evidence of their presence, preserved today in the Bahrain National Museum and in the immense archaeological sites in which Bahrain is particularly rich.
Bahrain is an open-air treasure house of the past, a unique heritage from the earliest times when men first began to keep records of their hopes, fears and achievements.
It is the contemporary of ancient Egypt with Sumer and the peoples who succeeded them, of the great cities of the Indus Valley.
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Cavendish Mews is a smart set of flats in Mayfair where flapper and modern woman, the Honourable Lettice Chetwynd has set up home after coming of age and gaining her allowance. To supplement her already generous allowance, and to break away from dependence upon her family, Lettice has established herself as a society interior designer, so her flat is decorated with a mixture of elegant antique Georgian pieces and modern Art Deco furnishings, using it as a showroom for what she can offer to her well heeled clients.
Today however, we are south-east of Cavendish Mews, past the British Museum with its classically colonnaded entrance, and beyond Sir Christopher Wren’s architectural masterpiece of St Pauls Cathedral, past Fish Street Hill and Pudding Lane, where the Great Fire of London started. Within sight of the towering monument to the Great Fire of London* with its golden orb atop its Doric column we find ourselves in the south-east corner of the City of London borough in Lower Thames Street near the Billingsgate Dock at the Old Billingsgate Fish Market**. Here we find Edith, Lettice’s maid, who has travelled here with her beau, shop grocer’s boy and sometimes window dresser for grocer Mr. Walter Willison in Binney Street, Mayfair on their Sunday afternoon off. Edith and Frank have been stepping out together for some time now, and hope to make their arrangement formal soon with an official engagement announcement, and they enjoy spending their Sundays off together. In this case, Edith is mixing business with pleasure. She and Frank have come to enjoy watching the hustle and bustle of the market and have some fresh seafood as a Sunday luncheon treat, but Edith also needs to buy some fresh oysters to serve as hors d'oeuvres for the dinner party Lettice is hosting this evening for a group of her Embassy Club coterie friends - fashion designer Gerald Bruton who lives in nearby Soho and married couple Dickie and Margot Channon who live just around the corner from Cavendish Mews in a flat on Hill Street.
Clutching her green leather purse and small wicker basket hooked over her left arm close to her, Edith tries to make herself as unobtrusive as possible to the constant barrage of foot traffic passing through the narrow aisle she stands on the edge of. Old Billingsgate Fish Market is a bustling centre of activity, even though the pre-dawn hours of the handling of fresh catches, and the presence of casual workers and porters has passed. The market is a hive of activity with workers unloading crates, merchants selling their goods, people seeking casual work and the hoteliers, restaurant owners, housewives and maids, like herself, of London buying fish for Sunday luncheon or dinner, or for a meal in the week ahead. Outside the old Victorian market with its ornate cast iron columns, the streets are choked with lorries and horse drawn carts loaded with full and empty crates stamped with different fishmonger names, whilst between them people move precariously in the squashed spaces, coming and going. The sound of blasting horns from impatient drivers, the whinny of horses, the chug of engines, the clop of horses’ hooves, the calls of workmen and the general chatter of people adds to the multi sonorous cacophony of merchants calling out their wares and customers talking, heavy booted footsteps, the slap of fish flesh being tossed about and the rustle of newsprint and butchers’ paper as parcels are wrapped up and handed over into eager hands. The smell of the fish is strong and permeates Edith’s nose, but she doesn’t mind, as fresh fish has always been a treat that she associates with Good Friday fish dinners*** at home with her parents in Harlesden in the north-west of London.
Edith moves and presses herself further back against the edge of a wooden counter belonging to a stallholder as a Billingsgate porter walks past wearing his wood and tarred leather bobbin**** atop his head, upon which he balances fourteen round wicker baskets. She looks agog at the towering pile of baskets, amazed at how casual and cheerful the porter seems as he stops in front of another porter who only has two boxes balanced on his head. The latter lights two cigarettes in his mouth, dropping the match onto the water slicked concrete floor where it is immediately extinguished, and then withdraws one cigarette and offers it to the other porter, who smiles gratefully and thanks him as he takes it, and they chat away casually beneath the cast iron girders of the fish market’s roof.
“You’re starting to look like the fish being sold here, Edith.” Frank’s familiar voice says light heartedly, slicing through the noisy clamour around Edith.
Frank appears before Edith from behind the bulk of rather pudgy fishmonger in a fish blood and gut stained white coverall dustcoat wearing rather incongruously, a rather smart sleek black felt trilby***** hat. In each hand Frank has a sturdy newspaper wrapped parcel.
“Don’t be rude, Frank Leadbetter!” Edith responds, releasing the pent-up breath she didn’t realise she had been holding as she waited for her beau to return to her side.
“Well I’m sorry, Edith,” Frank apologises. “But you do! A slack mouth and eyes agog makes you look very fish like.”
“Oh! Much obliged!” Edith says sarcastically, making a mock bob curtsey. Loosening her hands from where she has them tightly wrapped around her arms, she playfully slaps her sweetheart’s upper arm. “Thank you very much!”
“You know me, Edith. I speak plainly, and I speak as I find.” Frank says as he adjusts the parcel in his left hand.
“Well maybe you shouldn’t when it comes to how you perceive my look.” Edith remarks a little peevishly. “Especially if it is an unflattering one. My Mum always says that if you can’t say anything nice, then you are best to say nothing at all.” She nods seriously.
“Does that mean that when you ask me whether you look pretty in your latest homemade frock you plan to wear to the Hammersmith Palais******, I should say yes, you do?”
“Don’t be cheeky!” Edith slaps Frank playfully again before accepting one of the parcels from him, feeling the warmth of it against her palm through her ecru lace gloves. “And anyway,” she adds. “If I want an honest opinion about my looks, I’ll seek out Hilda, thank you very much.”
“For a favourable opinion, more like!” snorts Frank. “Hilda doesn’t know the first thing about fashion, or care, and you know it. She’s not the least bit interested in that stuff. The only reason why she even wears anything remotely fashionable is because you give it to her, or insist she buys it.”
“Hilda’s not that bad, Frank.”
Frank doesn’t answer, but gives her a doubtful look, followed by one of his endearing gormless grins as he starts to tear at the newspaper of his own parcel.
“You took your time,” Edith opines as she starts to tear at her own parcel. “That isn’t because you went and bought some jellied eels******* for us to eat, is it?”
“As if I’d put cold jellied eels in with hot chips!” Frank replies with incredulity, pulling back the last of the newspaper and holding out the pile of steaming hot golden chips in his palm for Edith to see. Before he can react, Edith reaches forward and like one of the many scavenging seagulls around the fish market and Billingsgate Dock, she snatches one of his chips between her right index finger and thumb. “Here!” Frank blasts. “Now who’s being cheeky?”
Edith sighs with satisfaction as she pops the chip into her mouth, lowering her lids with delight as she feels the hot mass of flavoursome potato and batter fill her senses as she chews it. Swallowing she says, ignoring her sweetheart’s remark, “That’s just as well then, because I keep telling you, the best jellied eels come out of the Whitechapel eel, pie and mash house******** in Petticoat Lane********.”
“Says you, Edith.” Frank retorts as he watches Edith with beady eyes as she opens her own parcel of hot chips wrapped in newspaper*********, looking for an opportunity to steal a steaming hot chip from her. “There I must disagree with you. The best jellied eels come from right here in the Old Billingsgate Fish Market.”
“Have you ever tried the eels at Mrs. Cooke’s**********, Frank?”
“No, but I don’t need to,” Frank says with a smirk, as he quickly snatches two chips from atop Edith’s pile. He hurriedly stuffs them into his mouth and gobbles them up greedily, smiling as Edith’s eyes grow wide in surprise before she gives him a forgiving smile that tells him that his sweetheart isn’t really cross with him for taking two of her chips. Swallowing hard with a loud gulp that makes his Adam’s apple bounce up his throat above the line of his stiffened shirt collar*********** and tie, he goes on, “Because the jellied eels here are the best.” He looks at her defiantly. “Have you ever had jellied eels from here, Edith?”
“Well no,” Edith answers. Her look becomes defiant as she parrots Frank. “But then again, I don’t need to, since Mrs. Cooke’s jellied eels are the best. We should go there some time.”
“I’d rather save my pennies and take you for a proper, slap-up, meal at my chum Giuseppe’s little Italian restaurant up the Islington in Little Italy************, Edith.”
“So you said, that first afternoon I introduced you to my Mum and Dad,” remarks Edith as she picks up another hot chip daintily between her thumb and forefinger. “And subsequently, but you’ve yet to take me.”
“Well, we’ll have to remedy that,” Frank replies as he takes up three of his own chips with the fingers of his right hand. “And soon.”
“I’d like that Frank.” Edith opines with a smile.
The pair chuckle good naturedly and much away on their hot chips for a moment in companionable silence whilst around them the hustle and bustle of the fish market continues. “Watch out lad!” a serious voice booms behind Frank, startling him and making him jump. Stepping aside he lets a burly looking porter in a grubby ochre coloured dustcoat with short sleeves over the top of a navy woollen cable knit jumper ease past. The porter pushes a trolley loaded up with long wooden crates stencilled ‘Fleetwood Fish Merchants Association’************* in black lettering stamped crudely against the roughly planed planks of wood making up each box. He is closely followed by a much thinner, more nervous and better dressed older gentleman with a wrinkled face, dressed in a suit and bowler hat, with a silver fob chain************** hanging heavily from his black waistcoat. “There’s a cart waiting outside on Lower Thames Street.” The older man directs with a waving finger that the porter cannot see behind his broad back. As he passes, Frank thinks that with his nose in the air and a superior look on his face, the better dressed man has the appearance and stance of a butler or manservant of some kind. “Be careful with those!” the older man mutters irritably. “They are going to be served at Her Ladyship’s dinner tonight.” Frank nods at Edith with a knowing wink, understanding that she has thought the same of the older man as she sums him up as he passes. “I’m sure ‘er laydeeship and ‘er guests won’t taste no diff’rence wiv these fish once they’ve been fried up good n’ proper, whevva they’s been jostled ‘bout a bit or not.” the porter replies in his Cockney accent with a mirth filled chuckle. “Insolent man!” the toffee nosed butler mutters indignantly in reply. Edith and Frank chuckle again.
“So,” Edith says, returning to their earlier topic of conversation. “Where were you then, if you weren’t fetching me the famously good, but not as good as Mrs. Cooke’s, Old Billingsgate Fish Market jellied eels, then Frank?”
“What?” Frank asks before looking down and stuffing another claw full of greasy chips into his mouth.
“Where were you, Frank?” Edith reiterates, indicating at Frank with the chip she has just picked up.
“Gosh! Look at that one then!” Frank mutters through a mouth of half chewed hot potato and batter as he points to another porter in the middle distance who is parting the milling crowd of customers as he walks with four crates atop his bobbin. “How they don’t get a headache carrying those boxes on their heads, I’ll never know! My head’s sore just looking at him. Don’t you agree, Edith?”
Edith gives her beau a peculiar look. “You’re being remarkably mysterious, Frank.” Her brow crumples. “Are you doing it on purpose?”
“I’m not being mysterious!” Frank says with a disbelieving laugh.
“Then stop changing the subject. Where were you?” Edith persists.
Frank sighs. “Haven’t you ever heard of a queue before, Edith?” he answers.
“Yes, but there is a fish and chippery just over there,” Edith points through the sea of moving people around them to a stallholder selling hot chips and battered fish packaged up in newspaper to the milling crowd. “And you were gone a lot longer than it took for people to get served over there, Frank. And people were queuing.” She takes the chip and slips it into her own mouth, chewing it as she looks expectantly at Frank, awaiting an explanation.
“Well, these aren’t just any old chips you know.”
Edith pulls a doubtful face, her pretty face screwing up dubiously. “Surely you aren’t going to tell me that these hot chips are better than any others served by any of the other fish and chippery stalls here?”
“Now you know that some hot chips are better than others, Edith,” Frank continues, shaking his head. “And he’s the best there is in the Old Billingsgate Fish Market. Says it’s his batter that makes all the difference.” He taps his nose knowingly. “Trust me.”
“Well, they are good,” Edith agrees. “But I still don’t believe you, Frank Leadbetter, and,” she adds. “I still think that you are being mysterious, and are up to something.”
“I’m not up to anything, Edith!”
“I hope you aren’t thinking of proposing to me here in the middle of the busy fish market!”
Frank coughs and splutters, spitting out a few pieces of partially masticated chip pulp, which flies through the air, before handing a short distance away on the ground where it is promptly squashed unknowingly onto the wet concrete floor by the old fashioned pre-war Edwardian boot of an older looking housewife in a black three quarter length coat and matching cloche hat with a steely look of determination on her face as she trudges forth with her wicker basket in the crook of her arm. He muffles his barrage of coughs with the back of his right hand, before delving into his trouser pocket and withdrawing a crumpled white handkerchief.
Whilst he recovers his breath, Edith remarks with a smile, “Well, I’ll take that as a no, then.”
“Are you so desperate… to marry me… Edith Watsford,” Frank huffs as he tries to answer his sweetheart whilst still catching his breath and swallowing gulps of fishy air. “That you’d have… have me propose to you in a busy fish market?” When Edith giggles, he goes on, “I wouldn’t call Old Billingsgate the most romantic of rendezvous to propose marriage in, even if there would be a gawking crowd of onlookers if I bent down on one knee and proposed to you here and now.”
Edith chuckles again. “I suppose you’re right, Frank. And, I wouldn’t want you to propose to me here.”
“Well, I’m glad we have that point settled then.” Frank sighs with a nod.
“Just imagine the stories we’d tell the children on our anniversary when they ask where you proposed, Frank!” Edith chuckles. “Oh, your dad proposed to me in the middle of the Old Billingsgate Fish Market. It was the most romantic moment of my life!”
Frank chuckles. “I imagine that!”
“But you still haven’t told me why you took so long to come back with the chips, Frank.”
“But I have, Edith!” Frank says with exasperation. “I told you, it was the queues. Sidney had the best fish and chips to be had in Old Billingsgate. You have to be patient.”
Edith eats another two chips as her greatly reduce pile disappears. “You’re a terrible liar, Frank.”
Frank sighs in vexation as he finishes the last of his chips and bunches the greasy paper together in a ball in his hands. “How do you know I’m not telling the truth?”
Edith chuckles. “That’s my secret, Frank.”
“That’s jolly unfair, Edith!” Frank bemoans, looking imploringly at Edith with large, doleful blue eyes.
“Oh alright! I’ll tell you, Frank.” Edith accedes.
“Jolly good Edith.”
“But I’m not giving away all my secrets.” she adds. “I need to have some advantages as your future wife.”
“How?” Frank persists. “How do you know that I’m lying? Tell me!”
“We’ve been stepping out together for quite some time now, dear Frank.” Edith says kindly. “So, I’ve had plenty of time to observe you. When you don’t want to tell the truth, you have a habit of pretending you haven’t heard what was said, and trying to change the subject too quickly.” She shakes her head and smiles. “Besides, you won’t look me in the eye when you are telling a lie.”
Frank huffs. “Oh alright! Alright! I just ran into a friend when I went to buy us hot chips.” He looks Edith squarely in the eyes with an earnest look as he speaks. “We were chatting.”
“That’s better!” Edith smiles. “Now I know you are telling me the truth. What friend?”
“Well, he’s one of the chaps who lodges at my boarding house, actually. John Simpkin. But he’s a friend too.”
“What, here?”
“Yes.”
“Well that just shows you, doesn’t it?”
“Shows me what, Edith?”
“How even in a large city like London, you can still bump into friends in the most unlikely of places.”
Frank holds out his hand as Edith finishes the last of her hot chips. He screws up her newspaper into a ball as she hands it to him. He walks to a nearby dustbin and drops both his and her used greasy papers into it before wandering back over to her.
“Well, shall we go and get your Miss Lettice her dozen oysters for tonight’s dinner, then?”
“Yes!” Edith says, taking her beau’s proffered arm, with a smile. “I’d like that, Mr. Leadbetter. Do you know who sells the best oysters here by chance?”
“Right this way, Miss Watsford.” Frank replies, as slowly the pair of sweethearts meld into the slowly moving crowd, jostling for space beneath the cast iron girders of the Old Billingsgate Fish Market.
*The Monument to the Great Fire of London, more commonly known simply as the Monument, is a fluted Doric column, situated near the northern end of London Bridge. Commemorating the Great Fire of London, it stands at the junction of Monument Street and Fish Street Hill, two hundred and two feet in height and two hundred and two feet west of the spot in Pudding Lane where the Great Fire started on the 2nd of September 1666. Constructed between 1671 and 1677, it was built on the site of St Margaret, New Fish Street, the first church to be destroyed by the Great Fire. Another monument, the Golden Boy of Pye Corner, marks the point near Smithfield where the fire was stopped. The Monument comprises a Doric column built of Portland stone topped with a gilded urn of fire. It was designed by Robert Hooke. Its height marks its distance from the site of the shop of Thomas Farriner (or Farynor), the king's baker, where the blaze began. The viewing platform near the top of the Monument is reached by a narrow winding staircase of three hundred and eleven steps. A mesh cage was added in the mid Nineteenth Century to prevent people jumping to the ground, after six people died by suicide there between 1788 and 1842.
**In the 1920s when this story is set, the Old Billingsgate Fish Market was located on Lower Thames Street in the City of London, near the River Thames. It was a bustling riverside market, famous for being the largest fish market in the United Kingdom. The market was housed in a Victorian building that had been constructed in 1876. The first Billingsgate Market building was constructed on Lower Thames Street in 1850 by the builder John Jay, and the fish market was moved off the streets into its new riverside building. This was demolished in around 1873 and replaced by an arcaded market hall designed by City architect Horace Jones and built by John Mowlem and Co., and even though it was a new building, it was still known as the “Old Billingsgate Fish Market”. The building still stands on the site today although it no longer houses a market. In 1982, the fish market itself was relocated to a new site on the Isle of Dogs in the East End. The 1875 building was then refurbished by architect Richard Rogers, originally to provide office accommodation. Now used as an events venue, it remains a major London landmark.
***Eating fish on Good Friday is a tradition rooted in religious customs, specifically within Christianity. Many Christians abstain from eating meat on Good Friday, which is the day they commemorate the crucifixion of Jesus Christ, and fish is often consumed as an alternative. This practice stems from the idea that fish are cold-blooded and therefore distinct from the "flesh" of warm-blooded animals, making them acceptable to eat during periods of abstinence from meat.
****Billingsgate fish porters used specially designed hats, often referred to as "bobbins," to help them balance baskets and boxes on their heads. These hats, typically made from wood and tarred leather, featured a flat, hardened top that provided a stable platform for the cargo. This design allowed porters to carry large, rectangular boxes or stacks of round baskets of fish with relative ease and efficiency.
*****The trilby hat was invented in 1895, during the stage adaptation of George du Maurier's novel "Trilby". The hat gained popularity as a fashion item after the play's debut in London, and was named after the novel's main character.
******The Hammersmith Palais de Danse, in its last years simply named Hammersmith Palais, was a dance hall and entertainment venue in Hammersmith, London, England that operated from 1919 until 2007. It was the first palais de danse to be built in Britain.
*******Jellied eels is a traditional English dish that originated in the Eighteenth Century, primarily in the East End of London. The dish consists of chopped eels boiled in a spiced stock that is allowed to cool and set, forming a jelly. It is usually served cold. Eels were historically a cheap, nutritious and readily available food source for the people of London; European eels were once so common in the Thames that nets were set as far upriver as London itself, and eels became a staple for London's poor.
********The earliest known eel, pie and mash houses opened in London in the Eighteenth Century, and the oldest surviving shop, M.Manze in Peckham, has been open since 1902. At the end of the Second World War, there were around one hundred eel, pie and mash houses in London. In 1995, there were 87. In the present day, there are relatively few eel, pie and mash shops left as Londoners’ tastes change, although jellied eels are sold in some of London’s delicatessens and supermarkets for those who fancy the experience of jellied eels at home.
********Petticoat Lane Market is a fashion and clothing market in Spitalfields, London. It consists of two adjacent street markets. Wentworth Street Market and Middlesex Street Market. Originally populated by Huguenots fleeing persecution in France, Spitalfields became a center for weaving, embroidery and dying. From 1882, a wave of Jewish immigrants fleeing persecution in eastern Europe settled in the area and Spitalfields then became the true heart of the clothing manufacturing district of London. 'The Lane' was always renowned for the 'patter' and showmanship of the market traders. It was also known for being a haven for the unsavoury characters of London’s underworld and was rife with prostitutes during the late Victorian era. Unpopular with the authorities, as it was largely unregulated and in some sense illegal, as recently as the 1930s, police cars and fire engines were driven down ‘The Lane’, with alarm bells ringing, to disrupt the market.
*********Fish and chips were traditionally wrapped in newspaper as a way to keep them warm and absorb excess grease, while also being a readily available and inexpensive packaging material. However, this practice is now largely discontinued due to hygiene concerns, with the potential for ink from the newspaper to leach into the food.
**********F. Cooke is a well-known name in London's pie and mash scene, with a history rooted in East London. While there isn't a specific F. Cooke shop currently in Whitechapel, their history is closely tied to the area and they are one of the oldest pie and mash establishments, originally founded in East London. F. Cooke's has a strong reputation for traditional pie and mash, including eel pies, and is known for its family-run business and classic recipes.
***********Removable or detachable collars were shirt collars designed to be separate from the shirt itself and fastened with studs or other mechanisms. They were popular in the Nineteenth and early Twentieth centuries, primarily among men who wore white shirts as part of their business or formal attire.
************The Italian quarter of London, known commonly today as “Little Italy” is an Italian ethnic enclave in London. Little Italy’s core historical borders are usually placed at Clerkenwell Road, Farringdon Road and Rosebery Avenue - the Saffron Hill area of Clerkenwell. Clerkenwell spans Camden Borough and Islington Borough. Saffron Hill and St. Peter’s Italian Catholic Church fall within the Camden side. However, even though this was the traditional enclave for Italians, immigrants moved elsewhere in London, bleeding into areas like Islington and Soho where they established bars, cafes and restaurants which sold Italian cuisine and wines.
*************The Fleetwood Fish Merchants Association (FFMA) is a group in Fleetwood, the fishing town in Lancashire, focused on the fish and seafood processing industry. Established in the late Nineteenth Century, the Fleetwood Fish Merchants Association helps to represent the community of smaller fisheries and fishermen in and around Fleetwood, helping to supply fresh fish to Londoners.
**************A fob chain, also known as an Albert chain, is a decorative chain, originally designed for pocket watches, that typically features a T-bar or dog clip on one end to attach to the watch and often includes a fob (ornament or charm) on the other end.
This may look like a corner of the busy Old Billingsgate Market to you, with its wooden crates and pallets of fish, but the truth is that this scene is made up entirely with pieces from my 1:12 miniatures collection.
Fun things to look for un this tableau include:
The pallet of fish on ice in the centre of the image comes from Beautifully Handmade Miniatures in Kettering. The fish and all the ice is completely removable, and if you have noticed ice cubes inside some of the wine and champagne coolers in some of my past images from this series, I can tell you that the same ice cubes have been used.
Edith’s handbag handmade from soft leather is part of a larger collection of hats and bags that I bought from an American miniature collector Marilyn Bickel. Edith’s small wicker basket is another miniature from Beautifully Handmade Miniatures.
Made of polymer clay glazed to look oily and stuck to miniature newspaper print, the two servings of golden hot chips on the bench were made in England by hand by former chef turned miniature artisan, Frances Knight. Her work is incredibly detailed and realistic, and she says that she draws her inspiration from her years as a chef and her imagination.
The boxes you see around the fish stall came from a specialist stockist of 1:12 miniatures on E-Bay. They have been aged and weathered on purpose.
The leaves of lettuce sticking out of the top box on the left are artisan made of very thin sheets of clay and are beautifully detailed. I acquired them from an auction house some twenty years ago as part of a lot made up of miniature artisan food.
The brick wall at the back is a very special piece, and one of my more recent additions to my miniatures collection. Made painstakingly by hand, this was made by my very dear Flickr friend and artist Kim Hagar (www.flickr.com/photos/bkhagar_gallery/), she surprised me with this amazing piece entitled “Wall” as a Christmas gift, with the intention that I use it in my miniatures photos. Each brick has been individually cut and then worn to give texture before being stuck to the backing board and then painted. She has created several floors in the same way for some of her own miniature projects which you can see in her “In Miniature” album here: www.flickr.com/photos/bkhagar_gallery/albums/721777203007...
The advertising posters stuck on the brick wall are all 1:12 size replicas of real advertisements for Rinso, Gold Flake cigarettes, Hartley’s Table Jellies, Hovis Bread and Bisto Gravy from the 1920s. They have been printed with quality and high attention to detail on thick card. I acquired them all from Kathleen Knight’s Dolls’ House Shop in the United Kingdom.
Rinso, was a brand of laundry soap and detergent, which was first introduced in the early Twentieth Century by the chemist Robert Spear Hudson (who also invented Hudson’s Soap). In 1908, Lever Brothers acquired R.S. Hudson, including the Rinso brand. Lever Brothers introduced Rinso to the United States in 1918, marking it as one of the first mass-marketed soap powders. Rinso gaining popularity as a replacement for bar soap. Rinso gained popularity for its effectiveness in cleaning clothes and was widely advertised, even sponsoring popular radio programs. While initially successful, Rinso eventually faced declining sales due to competition from newer detergents like Tide in the 1950s. In the mid-1960s, Rinso was rebranded as "Sunshine Rinso" but sales did not improve. By the mid-1970s, Rinso was removed from store shelves, though Rinso Blue, a liquid detergent, remained available in the US until the late 1980s.
W.D. and H.O. Wills, a prominent tobacco company, introduced Gold Flake cigarettes around 1901. The brand became known for its marketing tactics, including the use of cigarette cards to encourage collectability and brand loyalty. At this time, the dangers of smoking were not yet widely known, and cigarette companies were able to advertise and promote their products freely. Over time, Gold Flake adapted its marketing and messaging. While maintaining its association with high quality and a premium feel, the brand expanded its target audience to include youth and lower socioeconomic classes. The messaging also evolved from emphasizing a "gracious" lifestyle to celebrating life experiences. ITC Limited launched the Gold Flake brand in India in the 1970s. The brand was initially positioned as a premium cigarette, targeting the affluent adult male segment of the population. It was associated with a lifestyle of respectability and aspiration. Gold Flake remains a widely sold cigarette brand in India, available in various forms like plain, filtered, and lights. The brand's history reflects the changing landscape of the tobacco industry, including evolving marketing strategies and growing awareness of the health risks associated with smoking.
Hartley's is a British brand of marmalades, jams and jellies. Hartley's products are manufactured at Histon, Cambridgeshire. Hartley's was a grocers founded by the entrepreneur Sir William Pickles Hartley in Colne which is now in the borough of Pendle, Lancashire. In 1871, a supplier failed to deliver a consignment of jam, so William made his own and packaged it in his own design earthenware pots. It sold well, and in 1874, the business moved to Bootle, near Liverpool, and marmalade and jelly was also produced. In 1884, the business was incorporated as William Hartley & Sons Limited and in 1886, it moved to Aintree, Liverpool where a new factory was built. Two years after the new factory had been opened in Aintree, Hartley constructed a purpose built village for the key employees in his company. The village was designed by Leek based father and son architects William Sugden and William Larner Sugden after they had won an architectural competition. The village had a total of forty nine houses, which surrounded a central bowling green, and later expansion took the total number of houses to seventy one. Within the village, all of the streets were named after ingredients in jam, including Sugar Street, Red Currant Court and Cherry Row. A second factory in Bermondsey, South London opened in 1901, supplied with pots and jars in its early decades from a facility in Rutherglen, Scotland acquired in 1898. With production having moved to Cambridgeshire in the 1960s, the Bermondsey factory was later converted into luxury apartments in 2003. The Hartley Village in Aintree was made a conservation area in 2011. In 2020, Hartley's No Added Sugar Apple Jelly Pot won the Lausanne Index Prize - Bronze Award.
Hovis Ltd is a British company that produces flour, yeast and bread. Founded in Stoke-on-Trent, it began mass-production in Macclesfield in 1886. The Hovis process was patented on the 6th of October 1887 by Richard "Stoney" Smith, and S. Fitton and Sons Ltd developed the brand, milling the flour and selling it along with Hovis-branded baking tins to other bakers. The name was coined in 1890 by London student Herbert Grime in a national competition set by S. Fitton and Sons Ltd to find a trading name for their patent flour which was rich in wheat germ. Grime won twenty-five pounds when he coined the word from the Latin phrase hominis vis, "the strength of man". The company became the Hovis Bread Flour Company Limited in 1898. When the abundance of certain B vitamins in wheatgerm was reported in 1924, Hovis increased in popularity.
The first Bisto product, in 1908, was a meat-flavoured gravy powder, which rapidly became a bestseller in Britain. It was added to gravies to give a richer taste and aroma. Invented by Messrs Roberts and Patterson, it was named "Bisto" because it "Browns, Seasons and Thickens in One". Bisto Gravy is still a household name in Britain and Ireland today, and the brand is currently owned by Premier Foods.
4/12/11 NOTES FROM GM HIP-HOP SURVEY SESSION 3 of 3
(also included at bottom is session 1) [ To see the rest of this, if it gets cut off, go to hearingtheword2.posterous.com/41211-notes-from-hip-hop-su... ] HIP-hop session #3 of 3 (B. Santelli leading) : [he's reviewing some books as I arrive] ...Tricia rose, hop hop wars..I took her place at rutgers....another..written colloquial....book..new history of.."big payback"...also nelson George..fellow journalist..jersey,,opinionated, but well-written.I was a rollng stone writer..
'500 greatest albums"..not many hip hop..very white..mtv did a series on greatest hop hop..wanted to go over greatest emcees. 10) ll cool j, 9 eminem, 8) ice cube 7) big daddy kane 6) krx-1 5) nas 4) rakim (william griffin, aka ra) 3) notorious b.I.g, aka biggie, 2) tupac
1) jayzee [conversation]..rock roll hall fame..they put us rolling stone writers..together..sppsd to pick 500..sppsd to be fun, but..by wed we were @ eachothers throats..who's missing? No females. Lauren hill? ..[what about lil wayne?]
...& the albums? 10) pub enemy, nation of millions 9) tupac 8) 7) nwa 6)jayzee 5)run dmc raising hell 4) biggie, ready to die, 3). ..2)? 1)paid in full (eric b. & rakim [spare, stripped down..rhyming, flawless,..his fav, raising hell ..6 of 10 from gangsta rap era ..[has this guy abandoned anglos..has he caved? Or is he speaking to his primary audience ? Only a handful of whites in the room of maybe 50]...hip hop orig was new york centric..like 50's in memphis & orleans..but now things changing..begin. here in L.A. large af am pop in late 80's..lot of kids rapping , deejaying..public enemy (long island), ..why so amazing..first class..am bl roots of hip hop ..we mentioned gil scott herron..changing..g.master flash.. some dies..pub enemy brings it back.chuck d. Knows his ...pub enemy makes a political mess. ..from a white perspective..bob dylan...Fear of a black planet..nation of millions..huge..brought over to white...white intells..get more intrsted..then nwa and tupac..gangsta rap..west coast..using what pub enemy doing back east..more outrageous & angry than pub enemy..
...What we hear..chuck D....at rock of fame..had him come & lecture ..he said it was a refl of blues..language previously couched..in blues..now able to scream it..listen to tupac, ... in harlem..best pedigree..black panther..he was deep into it..early life a mess..what tupac ... shakur.this man had a..he was a 5 tool player....genuine anger..he was intelligent..bitter but intelligent..most important..listen to cadence of words..anyone can rhyme..but cadence.....Eminem..too many words..don't apprec his stuff as much..tupac best ever..right in middle..perfect storm..east west..1990's..mid 90's..bitter rivalry east v west ..ironic ...and tupac ...then ----- killed..neither murder solved..//Why a feud ? East jealous? Tupac..death row l.a..; bad boy east..so 2 diff schools forming..
Then puff daddy..sean combs (aka diddy, p diddy, puff daddy, p daddy) .west... tupac....2 "m words" .1) MEDIA..hip hop mags..source..vibe..'88 mtv raps ..2) MONEY ..early 90's..can make money..on radio...mtv..also white element..beastie boys..middle class white kids in suburbs..
...Bold personalities..incendiary..tupac murdered..later biggie (notorious B.I.G, Real name Christopher Wallace, aka biggie smalls) killed..media gets hold of it ..society says its out of control....when Biggie dies..album..double platinum..
Also the tree..acid jazz, socially conscious hip hop, funk jazz, trip hop, some from england ..england didn't embrace hip hop at first ....Arrested development..? Hip hop? Some music lost relevancy..blues, big band ..glenn miller..ragtime..some become "historical"..mid-90's..hip hop not dying, but branching out..moody blues..I hated it...but difference between hating versus respecting [I actually liked moody blues & saw them @ hollywood bowl]...Who else ? Outcasts, wootang, lords of underground, onyx,.[several others shouted out] .hip hop 90's taking over...Now beyond nyc & LA..master P...new orleans..tree exploding..geographic connections..diff sound..good businessman..he also played b-ball..also atlanta...in south, but northern sensib.,,,also houston..health..multi-billion $ business..mainstreaming of hip hop,,,gangsta rap dies out...invention, re-invention.....also, rise of detroit..eminem..major figure...brings detroit to forefront..making detroit hip..and then kid rock ..real..metal..fringe genres..coming together w/ hop hop..limp biscit, korn,...Today? Hip hop becoming irrelevant? ..making lots of money..stop changing..less experimentation..less bold, ..fashion from hip hop ...u know u become mainstream when grammy recognizes u..heresy for me to say but....Recording academy..being in biz..producer, writer, ....[Plays vid eminem & elton jon..given hip hop's homophobic culture..this was seminal] [ was it a seminal moment as the beginning of the END of hip-hop, as it lost its verve?] ..2006 nas comes out saying hip hop dead..didn't want to stay stuck in rut...had nas here....rock hall of fame brings in hip hop, grammy awards..world knows hip hop
...After we did whitehouse thing..state dept..calls..cultural diplomacy..obama revived it.. they asked me to organize hop hop to go to muslim countries.[hip hop to muslim countries as a form of diplomacy ?! Please explain how that would appease muslims or appeal to muslims who already think of America as godless] .as did armstrong & ellington 50 yrs ago ...I couldn't run it....Where is hop hop now ? Ring tone..commercialize..sound same..its on life support now..homogenized..mentions nicky menaj opening for britney spears in upcoming tour..360 degrees ..piracy..economy ....Country music still buys cd's ..loyalty..not download..not w/ hip hop....need audience with means to support act ..when economy of art form goes away..trouble ..younger gen doesn't feel the concept of spportin.."////BELOW are the NOTES from SESSION 1 of 3
(I missed session 2 )
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3/29/11 NOTES FROM HIP-HOP SURVEY COURSE (1 of 3) taught by Bob @ GM: "...learn more abt music forums....like hip hop..whats a middle age white guy teaching hip hop..I'm a musical historian...af am music my specialty..not hip hop.this class not like the elvis class.this is a survey course..3 periods as an overview..will have other courses..hip hop america's pop music now last quarter century..its a survey class..people who live this culture..if u want to add, embellish..can never learn too much..my expertise. Af am music..also reggae..after hip hop comes bob marley exhibit..a hip hop museum ready to launch..in bronx..I'm on board...maybe russel simmons on board..anybody see him here a few weeks ago....others coming chris blackwell, ..pbs special..kate..@ whitehouse..kate did this exhibit..don't need to agree..its interpretive..subjectivity..otherwise just read in book ..used to teach @ rutgers..this is not academia..try to do this in colloquial way..not preach to u..meant to be entertaining..some here b/c I asked u to come..I didn't come quickly to hip hop..even tho I was there in the early 70's...think of 20th century..america's century..come to age as superpower..after fall of comm ..also musically, no country can touch what we have given to the world musically in 20th century..separate bl & wh culture..look @ af am contribs..as to amt..# of new forms..brilliant artists..overall impact.entire world..not all clear cut..jazz black music form..but dig down.others contrib too ..but in general..louis armstrong et al..blues blues jazz, soul, funk, r & b, disco, hip hop, bee bop swing, cool, fusion,,of all these forms..all given due..endorsed exported..except hip hop until now...revol music..challenges..polit..most recent..hasn't gotten its due.celeb gospel blues...maybe too controversial to get credit..still...what made it so..give & take of african cult..also anglo irish..also racism..extra tension..in nutshell..bl & wh celbr..where r we now..first time..af ams bouncing ...haven't had major music..lately..last was grunge..late 80's, 90's..music slowed down ?ess imp..25% decrease in concert att...here to ..soul music..motown..also...and atlantic..golden age..also rock roll..then 1970's..chronolog..musically '63 to '73..that's the 60's music era..hip hop..not 60's ..bronx..how go from soul ..then..to funk...I don't know re hip hop in '73 ..have to wait 6 years..before recorded artifact..rappers delight ..sugar hill gang..why in this ? .69 71 motown losing lustre..stevie wonder..migrated..motown leaves detroit comes here..but not like it used to be..sly & family stone..loses sensib as..couple key bands & artists..2 huge..gil scott herron ..last poets..black..music...."when revol comes.."..gangsta rap..not on radio..last poets..many blacks didn't even know of this music..marvin gaye..more known..cnsdrd greatest of all times..70-73 ..clip.."far too many of u dying.."...[red hat]..also "sounds of philadelphia"..the oj's..signed in cleve but rcrded in phillie.."love train" ....revolution vs love..this is backdrop to bronx ..no q..rock surfaces memphis ..why hip hop fr bronx..music to be created & sustained..not just artist but audience..in bronx..it was like beirut or baghdad..suffered incredibly..ny in bad condition..bronx pushed aside..gangs ..drugs..south bronx..maybe mother cabrini projrcts chicago..maybe south l.a....become so isolated..create in a vacum w/o outside interference or ack..seattle..grunge..a seam..pearl jam, nirvana..already formed b/f world knew..a lot carribeans settled nyc ..jamaicans..brooklyn..1962 jamaica indep..many got out..s. bronx...late 60's..kid campbell..clive ..from jamaica..brings..reggae..sound systems..everything outdoors ..disc jockey....toast over dub plates..jamaicans come to usa with this..clive campbell..longs for jamaica..wonders what he's doing in bronx..sound system..he didn't know he was creating history...invit..come to dj cool hercs party set up jamaica style..earliest hip hop...rap..part of af am cult..verbal battles..here at herks party..af ams and jamaicans together..'73..sudden concept of spinning records..unique way, art form..74 75..another frm..also hispanic & gay..disco..gets no respect...but it was important..w/o disco no m. Jackson, no usher..in manhattan..records..disc spun..if white grate dead, almond bros,..underground movement, black hispanic gay..dance again..mixing..never leave dance floor..77 sat night fever..mst imp of all time..j. travolta..exported disco cult..drugs..all this happ.. bee gees..trammpps...burn baby burn..disco inferno..red & white outfits..early hip hop would borrow from.some day will do disco shoe exhibit....or rush..sex pistols.springsteen..u had to select what u would embrace....people dressed their music..
Then bob marley..new sensib..lively up yourself..all this happening..rappers delight..sugarhill gang....soul train on tv..imp for black..this was seminal..just happened to catch it on camera..not the best
Three main entities..curtis blow..then up to run dmc ..hip hop is developing a consc style.that will explode...grand wizard theatre..scratching..then grand master flash. Popularized it..then .barbada (?)..flash a seminal giant..
Dj & mc..back then dj..was the guy..age of mc in future..dancing why they're spinning records..bee boy bee girl..bboy break dancing..some of best break dancers were latino ..
Tagging..grafitti..becomes part..cey dams..tagging did a piece here ..been dodging cops for 3 decades...there's a f you mentality in bronx..didn't want to be part of discos..taggers..socs & psys studied.. I was in zurich..most expensive place in world..cab..graffitti wall..
[He periodically makes some of his prejudices obvious..re "conservative zurich"..wouldn't apprec it in des moines iowa.."no offense to des moines"..let's "rock n roll"..(it was a term for sexual icourse)..he's talking to white christians....jazz also fr black culture ..means sex icourse.."
The North of the River Christmas Parade has been a nonmotorized event since its inception in 1973. Unedited, candid image.
Oildale, California - USA
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Candid eye contact street photography from Glasgow, Scotland. I loved the opportunity to capture this candidly, especially as her immediate reaction after my shutter press was to smile and burst into laughter. Enjoy!
While getting ready to leave the Vermont Institute of Natural Science, I spied some members of The Red Hat Society beginning a tour of the grounds.
I thought this was a local thing in Connecticut but I guess there are members of this society wearing their own unique red hats all over the place. They even have their own website. www.redhatsociety.com/
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Eye contact street photography from Glasgow, Scotland. Taken almost entirely a year ago in what must have been much warmer and sunnier times. I probably held back from posting due to my perfectionism in the blown out highlights and the framing with blocked corners of the image. Flashback Friday is about taking another look at some of the hundreds of shots I have never published so far that are languishing on my hard drive. Stand and deliver! Wishing all of my Flickr friends a great weekend ahead!
Just happened to be driving by a Red Hat Society convention. These lovely ladies agreed to let me take their pic. Thank you ladies.
All you need is love. But a little chocolate now and then doesn't hurt.
CHARLES SCHULZ, attributed, The Red Hat Society Cookbook
A cake for a lady who has become a fully fledged member of the red hat society ordered for her by her friends in the group.
The Red Hat Society ladies were the official contribution seekers along the route of the parade preceding the competition. I found them in a Subway sandwich shop near the Town Hall.
Apps: Art Studio, Image Blender, Snapseed, Stackables, Pixelmator, Glitche, PhotoToaster
This is one of my first explorations with the app Pixelmator - an app I quickly learned to love - one that will no doubt appear in many, many of my future works. I began this piece with a selfie I took in the car waiting for my son to come out from school. I explored the various tools, and especially the magical brushes in this app and arrived at this. I recall being at lunch with a friend some years ago - and noticed a table filled with women in red hats and purple attire - they were very enthusiastic and I was fascinated by them. This was pre-iPhone days, or I might have some very interesting photos of that lunch! I later learned of the Red Hat Society, which I suppose I am of age to join now, but I don't think I will!
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Candid street photography from Glasgow, Scotland. One of those shots you just can't resist. Captured while in the midst of a conversation with a couple of my street-shooting friends, sorry guys, I just had to take this one when I saw her crossing the road. I had hoped to keep the shot in colour because of her yellow hair and red lipstick but the focus was so soft on the front eye (she was walking quickly!), that it looked better in mono. Enjoy!
Elena Thespian, the tycoon's daughter, high society elite girl and now famous fashion designer is struting down the Hollywood night red carpet event on her way to an evening at the fashion award ceremony. She is being recognized as the up and comer new designer of the year.
As paparazzis are fighting for a freenzy photo opportunity, no one notice a large black male lurking about in a hoody behind the Hollywood reporters. His eyes fixed on Elena as she stroll and sway down the runway in her latest fashion collection.
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