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Europe, the Netherlands, Zuid Holland, Rotterdam West, Vierhavenstraat, HAKA building (cut from B&T)


In my previous post, I’ve shown you a significant part of the Kop van Zuid urban revitalization project. Today's post showcases HAKA, an element of its pendant on the other side of the river Maas: the M4H urban redevelopment project.


The HAKA building at the Lekhaven in Rotterdam was created in 1932 as a coffee roasting and tea mixing plant with and a packaging facility, offices, a warehouse and a grain silo and garage commissioned by the Cooperative Wholesale Association De Handelskamer (HAKA) after a functionalist design by H.F. Mertens and J. Koeman.


The aim of the cooperation was providing workers with ‘good quality food at reasonable prices’. It worked with several dozen customer cooperations scattered all over the country. It supplied bread, coffee, tea and other groceries. In addition to the company building in Rotterdam, there was also a HAKA factory in Jutphaas. in 1947, it was integrated Co-op cooperation.


The offices of the HAKA building were situated on either side of a middle corridor in the left part of the building. On the second floor were large open office spaces; on the fourth floor a lunchroom covering the entire width. In the middle of the building, the silo has been constructed as a separate building with reinforced construction with storage areas situated on the ground floor.

The right part of the building was the coffee and tea factory facilities combined with storage and packaging areas and an expedition area. Factory, workshops, storage and expedition were interconnected by a complex system of conveyor belts, elevators, slides and tubes.


Haka was classified as a National Monument ‘(Rijksmonument’) in 2002. In 2009, the HAKA building was designated to become a campus for cleantech activities. A 'Living Lab' for companies, institutions and governments that pool their knowledge and research in the field of water and energy. A plan was developed (check it out: ) and the building was made ready for temporal office use in 2009 . The Living lab project fell thru and Dudok Project Development bought the building and will transform it.


In 2022 onwards it is supposed to start a new life as an office / recreational building with approximately 10,500 m2 of office and catering space. The industrial and monumental values of the building (and the unique ‘paternoster’ lifts) will be respected.


This is number 2120 of Urban frontiers, 966 of Minimalism / explicit Graphism and 277 of This is number 219 of Urban frontiers and 2777 of Zwart/Wit.

Parker Evans New Image taken at Southern Roots in the Town Square Area!!!



For Kreative People's December 2018 Contest "Social Distortion"


The crystal clear waters of Aspropotamos (Greek for “White River,” toponym of the river Acheloos) invite the traveler or tourist to enjoy their coolness throughout July and August.


The waters are quite Cold, as they gush from the nearby springs of Acheloos, so one feels the adrenaline levels spiking at the moment one dives. The cold temperature of the invigorating, revitalizing waters in combination with the natural coolness at the altitude of ~ 2,789 ft (850 m) makes the Alekos beach a very popular destination, especially for the brave youngsters. Joy is in the air along with summer vibes.

A temporary splash of white on the TD Centre exterior as part of an ongoing revitalization project. Originally designed by Ludwig Mies van der Rohein 1967, in association with B + H and John B. Parkin Associates.

Berlin Maryland, incorporated in 1868 is small town in Worcester County, MD located 7 miles from Ocean City. Popular for its revitalized historic downtown commercial district it was named America's Coolest Small Town in 2014. Print size 8x10 inches.

A view while walking along the shoreline, looking to the east-southeast, across Naknek Lake to Mount Katolinat and other distant mountains and ridgelines on a mostly cloudy and overcast day. I later used a recipe in Color Efex Pro 4 that I came up with to match work I used to do in Capture NX2, after doing some initial post-processing work and making adjustments to contrast, brightness and saturation while playing around as I learned how to work with DxO PhotoLab 3.

Old wooden house in the sunshine.

The building has recently been revitalized.

Low autumn sun position with its counter-lighting in my opinion, she made this street scene vivid.


One of the few oldest wooden buildings in the city. It comes from the 19th century.

Former vodka monopoly plants in Łódź.

Construction started in 1897, production began in 1902.

Last product in 2007.

Currently, after the revitalization of the facilities center called Monopolis. Restaurants, theater stage, museum and more.

Front row #seat to #nature , as it falls into #darkness and I #revitalize myself...



Berlin Maryland, incorporated in 1868 is small town in Worcester County, MD located 7 miles from Ocean City. Popular for its revitalized historic downtown commercial district it was named America's Coolest Small Town in 2014. Print size 8x10 inches. Print Size 13x19 inches. Happy Bench Monday

A fragment of the revitalized housing estate of old workers' houses - Priest's Mill. The photo shows old coal cells. Before renovation, their condition was very bad. Currently, they have been used to create premises for business, artistic and cultural activities.

I am glad that buildings from the 19th century gained a second life.

Post-industrial landscape.

In the background is the former Ludwik Grohman manufacture. The oldest buildings come from the 19th century. Currently, the area of the Łódź special economic zone.

The former factory grounds have been revitalized. Sky and water plus an old factory create a nice whole.

Enchanted areas.

Fallen city.

This area of the city is currently being prepared for revitalization. A significant proportion of people were resettled - but not all.

The place resembles an apocalypse time in the middle of the city.

There is hope that this will change soon.

A separate issue is the lack of programs affecting the state of life of some people in this area and changing their social situation and their perception of the world.

S Barciński in 1884 founded a woolen factory at 6 Tylna Street, and two years later a woolen and semi-woolen spinning mill, weaving and finishing shop was established - one of the first electrically illuminated enterprises in Łódź.


Currently, the area of the Barciński Park housing estate. A successful example of revitalizing former factory areas.

Comix Home Base is a collaborative project by the Hong Kong Arts Centre and the Urban Renewal Authority. … on cultural and creative industries. A revitalization of a cluster of ten pre-war Grade 2 historic buildings on Mallory Street and Barrows Street, Comix Home Base serves as an important connector to the neighborhood. … In fact, Hong Kong is the world's third largest comics market, after Japan and the United States. … The establishment of Comix Home Base … provides a new cultural landmark in Wan Chai .... Besides, Comix Home Base acts as a platform for the communication and interchange between local and overseas artists. … Comix Home Base, a unique "art community", connecting and serving comics artists, animators, other industry players, and community members. …


photo taken at the public open space at ground floor of the Comix Home Base. Main building is on the left, main entrance is on the right, the background is residential neighborhood.


it is panorama of three shots…it just the comic characters are very happy and dancing on the air…


Former coal cellars, also known as Lodz catacombs, during the revitalization of the area. Abramowski's new passage.

before revitalization:


The abandoned old tenements,

area of future revitalization.

Historic Theater, Main Street, Mansfield, TX.


Happy ending!


The Farr Best Theater, an intimate, 158-seat venue in downtown Mansfield, is a gem of Mansfield history.


It was first opened on October 10, 1917 by Milton May Farr who became one of the citys' most prominent citizens and oversaw the installation of the first electric lights in the city and a modernized water system. He named the theatre the Best Farr Theatre and then in 1950 it became known as the Farr Best Theater. For 58 continuous years, it was operated by Milton and Annie Farr and their 9 children.


The Farr Best Theater has seen several owners and uses since then, but was most recently purchased in 2017 by the City of Mansfield to preserve the building and return it to its intended use as a theater. It is currently undergoing a revitalization to retain and enhance much of the original historic charm. It operates as community arts venue hosting concerts, movies, theatrical productions, lectures, dance, magic, and a variety of community events.


The theater was placed on the National Register of Historic places on September 12, 1996.



109 N. Main St., Mansfield, TX 76063


Alley cells for coal and place garbage cans. Recessed into the ground. Unique.

The city has plans to revitalize this space, it will be prettier but disappears special character of the place.

Is that good or badly let everyone judge for himself.

台南安南區 - 振興三倍券 / 數量不多好玩就好

Before Tainan Annan District - Revitalization Triple Coupon / Not many, just fun

Antes del districto de Tainan Annan - Cupón triple de revitalización / No muchos, solo diversión

台南安南区 - 3倍振興して巻きます / 數量は多くなくて面白くて良いです

Vor Bezirk Tainan-Annan - Revitalization Triple Coupon / Nicht viele, nur Spaß

Avant zone de Tainan Annan - Coupon Triple Revitalisation / Pas beaucoup, juste amusant


Tainan Taiwan / Tainan Taiwán / 台灣台南


管樂小集 2017/01/08 台南孔子廟 Confucian temple Tainan performances 1080P

{ 津軽海峡・冬景色 Tsugaru Strait · winter scene }


{View large size on fluidr / 觀看大圖}


{My Blog / 管樂小集精彩演出-觸動你的心}

{My Blog / Great Music The splendid performance touches your heart}

{My Blog / 管楽小集すばらしい公演-はあなたの心を心を打ちます}

{Mi blog / La gran música el funcionamiento espléndido toca su corazón}

{Mein Blog / Große Musik die herrliche Leistung berührt Ihr Herz}

{Mon blog / La grande musique l'exécution splendide touche votre coeur}


Melody 曲:JAPAN / Words 詞:Sheesen / Singing : Sheesen

{ 夢旅人 1990 Dream Traveler 1990 }



The family lives in nearby the Annan salt river



The next door listens to the rain porch



The sunset Shineing to the Taiwan at once



The left bank white dragon flying in the sky

台南安南區 - 振興三倍券 / 臺灣本土的色彩

Before Tainan Annan District - Revitalization Triple Coupon / Taiwan Native Color

Antes del districto de Tainan Annan - Cupón triple de revitalización / Color nativo de Taiwán

台南安南区 - 3倍振興して巻きます / 台湾の本土の色

Vor Bezirk Tainan-Annan - Revitalization Triple Coupon / Taiwan Native Color

Avant zone de Tainan Annan - Coupon Triple Revitalisation / Couleur native de Taiwan


Tainan Taiwan / Tainan Taiwán / 台灣台南


管樂小集 2017/10/07 台南孔子廟 Confucian temple Tainan performances 1080P

{ 旅笠道中 Wearing hats travel in road }


{View large size on fluidr / 觀看大圖}


{My Blog / 管樂小集精彩演出-觸動你的心}

{My Blog / Great Music The splendid performance touches your heart}

{My Blog / 管楽小集すばらしい公演-はあなたの心を心を打ちます}

{Mi blog / La gran música el funcionamiento espléndido toca su corazón}

{Mein Blog / Große Musik die herrliche Leistung berührt Ihr Herz}

{Mon blog / La grande musique l'exécution splendide touche votre coeur}


Melody 曲:JAPAN / Words 詞:Sheesen / Singing : Sheesen

{ 夢旅人 1990 Dream Traveler 1990 }



The family lives in nearby the Annan salt river



The next door listens to the rain porch



The sunset Shineing to the Taiwan at once



The left bank white dragon flying in the sky

Tiny wild forest stream with rushing water between mossy rocks.

Its such a meditation to sit on the shore of the water stream and contemplate a spring revitalizing nature.


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After a couple of decades of neglect, the scene at Germantown MD has improved greatly by the late 80s. A new reconstruction of the original station has replaced the original which vandals burned down, new platforms and accommodations surround the increasing numbers of rail commuters. It's July 26th 1990, and just two station stops east at Gaithersburg, it happens to be the 2nd birthday of a future railfan and railroader (me!). The condos appeared in the mid 1980s, and my aunt lived in one of the units in the background during the 1990s. Kenneth Lehman photo, JL Sessa collection.


The flight arrived on time; and the twelve hours while on board passed quickly and without incident. To be sure, the quality of the Cathay Pacific service was exemplary once again.


Heathrow reminds me of Newark International. The décor comes straight out of the sterile 80's and is less an eyesore than an insipid background to the rhythm of human activity, such hustle and bustle, at the fore. There certainly are faces from all races present, creating a rich mosaic of humanity which is refreshing if not completely revitalizing after swimming for so long in a sea of Chinese faces in Hong Kong.


Internet access is sealed in England, it seems. Nothing is free; everything is egregiously monetized from the wireless hotspots down to the desktop terminals. I guess Hong Kong has spoiled me with its abundant, free access to the information superhighway.



Despite staying in a room with five other backpackers, I have been sleeping well. The mattress and pillow are firm; my earplugs keep the noise out; and the sleeping quarters are as dark as a cave when the lights are out, and only as bright as, perhaps, a dreary rainy day when on. All in all, St. Paul's is a excellent place to stay for the gregarious, adventurous, and penurious city explorer - couchsurfing may be a tenable alternative; I'll test for next time.


Yesterday Connie and I gorged ourselves at the borough market where there were all sorts of delectable, savory victuals. There was definitely a European flavor to the food fair: simmering sausages were to be found everywhere; and much as the meat was plentiful, and genuine, so were the dairy delicacies, in the form of myriad rounds of cheese, stacked high behind checkered tabletops. Of course, we washed these tasty morsels down with copious amounts of alcohol that flowed from cups as though amber waterfalls. For the first time I tried mulled wine, which tasted like warm, rancid fruit punch - the ideal tonic for a drizzling London day, I suppose. We later killed the afternoon at the pub, shooting the breeze while imbibing several diminutive half-pints in the process. Getting smashed at four in the afternoon doesn't seem like such a bad thing anymore, especially when you are having fun in the company of friends; I can more appreciate why the English do it so much!


Earlier in the day, we visited the Tate Modern. Its turbine room lived up to its prominent billing what with a giant spider, complete with bulbous egg sac, anchoring the retrospective exhibit. The permanent galleries, too, were a delight upon which to feast one's eyes. Picasso, Warhol and Pollock ruled the chambers of the upper floors with the products of their lithe wrists; and I ended up becoming a huge fan of cubism, while developing a disdain for abstract art and its vacuous images, which, I feel, are devoid of both motivation and emotion.


My first trip yesterday morning was to Emirates Stadium, home of the Arsenal Gunners. It towers imperiously over the surrounding neighborhood; yet for all its majesty, the place sure was quiet! Business did pick up later, however, once the armory shop opened, and dozens of fans descended on it like bees to a hive. I, too, swooped in on a gift-buying mission, and wound up purchasing a book for Godfrey, a scarf for a student, and a jersey - on sale, of course - for good measure.


I'm sitting in the Westminster Abbey Museum now, resting my weary legs and burdened back. So far, I've been verily impressed with what I've seen, such a confluence of splendor and history before me that it would require days to absorb it all, when regretfully I can spare only a few hours. My favorite part of the abbey is the poets corner where no less a literary luminary than Samuel Johnson rests in peace - his bust confirms his homely presence, which was so vividly captured in his biography.


For lunch I had a steak and ale pie, served with mash, taken alongside a Guinness, extra cold - 2 degrees centigrade colder, the bartender explained. It went down well, like all the other delicious meals I've had in England; and no doubt by now I have grown accustomed to inebriation at half past two. Besides, Liverpool were playing inspired football against Blackburn; and my lunch was complete.


Having had my fill of football, I decided to skip my ticket scalping endeavor at Stamford Bridge and instead wandered over to the British Museum to inspect their extensive collections. Along the way, my eye caught a theater, its doors wide open and admitting customers. With much rapidity, I subsequently checked the show times, saw that a performance was set to begin, and at last rushed to the box office to purchase a discounted ticket - if you call a 40 pound ticket a deal, that is. That's how I grabbed a seat to watch Hairspray in the West End.


The show was worth forty pounds. The music was addictive; and the stage design and effects were not so much kitschy as delightfully stimulating - the pulsating background lights were at once scintillating and penetrating. The actors as well were vivacious, oozing charisma while they danced and delivered lines dripping in humor. Hairspray is a quality production and most definitely recommended.



At breakfast I sat across from a man who asked me to which country Hong Kong had been returned - China or Japan. That was pretty funny. Then he started spitting on my food as he spoke, completely oblivious to my breakfast becoming the receptacle in which the fruit of his inner churl was being placed. I guess I understand the convention nowadays of covering one's mouth whilst speaking and masticating at the same time!


We actually conversed on London life in general, and I praised London for its racial integration, the act of which is a prodigious leap of faith for any society, trying to be inclusive, accepting all sorts of people. It wasn't as though the Brits were trying in vain to be all things to all men, using Spanish with the visitors from Spain, German with the Germans and, even, Hindi with the Indians, regardless of whether or not Hindi was their native language; not even considering the absurd idea of encouraging the international adoption of their language; thereby completely keeping English in English hands and allowing its proud polyglots to "practice" their languages. Indeed, the attempt of the Londoners to avail themselves of the rich mosaic of ethnic knowledge, and to seek a common understanding with a ubiquitous English accent is an exemplar, and the bedrock for any world city.


I celebrated Jesus' resurrection at the St. Andrew's Street Church in Cambridge. The parishioners of this Baptist church were warm and affable, and I met several of them, including one visiting (Halliday) linguistics scholar from Zhongshan university in Guangzhou, who in fact had visited my tiny City University of Hong Kong in 2003. The service itself was more traditional and the believers fewer in number than the "progressive" services at any of the charismatic, evangelical churches in HK; yet that's what makes this part of the body of Christ unique; besides, the message was as brief as a powerpoint slide, and informative no less; the power word which spoke into my life being a question from John 21:22 - what is that to you?


Big trees; exquisite lawns; and old, pointy colleges; that's Cambridge in a nutshell. Sitting here, sipping on a half-pint of Woodforde's Wherry, I've had a leisurely, if not languorous, day so far; my sole duty consisting of walking around while absorbing the verdant environment as though a sponge, camera in tow.


I am back at the sublime beer, savoring a pint of Sharp's DoomBar before my fish and chips arrive; the drinking age is 18, but anyone whose visage even hints of youthful brilliance is likely to get carded these days, the bartender told me. The youth drinking culture here is almost as twisted as the university drinking culture in America.


My stay in Cambridge, relaxing and desultory as it may be, is about to end after this late lunch. I an not sure if there is anything left to see, save for the American graveyard which rests an impossible two miles away. I have had a wonderful time in this town; and am thankful for the access into its living history - the residents here must demonstrate remarkable patience and tolerance what with so many tourists ambling on the streets, peering - and photographing - into every nook and cranny.



There are no rubbish bins, yet I've seen on the streets many mixed race couples in which the men tend to be white - the women also belonging to a light colored ethnicity, usually some sort of Asian; as well saw some black dudes and Indian dudes with white chicks.


People here hold doors, even at the entrance to the toilet. Sometimes it appears as though they are going out on a limb, just waiting for the one who will take the responsibility for the door from them, at which point I rush out to relieve them of such a fortuitous burden.


I visited the British Museum this morning. The two hours I spent there did neither myself nor the exhibits any justice because there really is too much to survey, enough captivating stuff to last an entire day, I think. The bottomless well of artifacts from antiquity, drawing from sources as diverse as Korea, and Mesopotamia, is a credit to the British empire, without whose looting most of this amazing booty would be unavailable for our purview; better, I think, for these priceless treasures to be open to all in the grandest supermarket of history than away from human eyes, and worst yet, in the hands of unscrupulous collectors or in the rubbish bin, possibly.


Irene and I took in the ballet Giselle at The Royal Opera House in the afternoon. The building is a plush marvel, and a testament to this city's love for the arts. The ballet itself was satisfying, the first half being superior to the second, in which the nimble dancers demonstrated their phenomenal dexterity in, of all places, a graveyard covered in a cloak of smoke and darkness. I admit, their dance of the dead, in such a gloomy necropolis, did strike me as, strange.


Two amicable ladies from Kent convinced me to visit their hometown tomorrow, where, they told me, the authentic, "working" Leeds Castle and the mighty interesting home of Charles Darwin await.


I'm nursing a pint of Green King Ruddles and wondering about the profusion of British ales and lagers; the British have done a great deed for the world by creating an interminable line of low-alcohol session beers that can be enjoyed at breakfast, lunch, tea and dinner; and their disservice is this: besides this inexhaustible supply of cheap beer ensnaring my inner alcoholic, I feel myself putting on my freshman fifteen, almost ten years after the fact; I am going to have to run a bit harder back in Hong Kong if I want to burn all this malty fuel off.


Irene suggested I stop by the National Art Gallery since we were in the area; and it was an hour well spent. The gallery currently presents a special exhibit on Picasso, the non-ticketed section of which features several seductive renderings, including David spying on Bathsheba - repeated in clever variants - and parodies of other masters' works. Furthermore, the main gallery houses two fabulous portraits by Joshua Reynolds, who happens to be favorite of mine, he in life being a close friend of Samuel Johnson - I passed by Boswells, where its namesake first met Johnson, on my way to the opera house.



I prayed last night, and went through my list, lifting everyone on it up to the Lord. That felt good; that God is alive now, and ever present in my life and in the lives of my brothers and sisters.


Doubtless, then, I have felt quite wistful, as though a specter in the land of the living, being in a place where religious fervor, it seems, is a thing of the past, a trifling for many, to be hidden away in the opaque corners of centuries-old cathedrals that are more expensive tourist destinations than liberating homes of worship these days. Indeed, I have yet to see anyone pray, outside of the Easter service which I attended in Cambridge - for such an ecstatic moment in verily a grand church, would you believe that it was only attended by at most three dozen spirited ones. The people of England, and Europe in general, have, it is my hope, only locked away the Word, relegating it to the quiet vault of their hearts. May it be taken out in the sudden pause before mealtimes and in the still crisp mornings and cool, silent nights. There is still hope for a revival in this place, for faith to rise like that splendid sun every morning. God would love to rescue them, to deliver them in this day, it is certain.


I wonder what Londoners think, if anything at all, about their police state which, like a vine in the shadows, has taken root in all corners of daily life, from the terrorist notifications in the underground, which implore Londoners to report all things suspicious, to the pair of dogs which eagerly stroll through Euston. What makes this all the more incredible is the fact that even the United States, the indomitable nemesis of the fledgling, rebel order, doesn't dare bombard its citizens with such fear mongering these days, especially with Obama in office; maybe we've grown wise in these past few years to the dubious returns of surrendering civil liberties to the state, of having our bags checked everywhere - London Eye; Hairspray; and The Royal Opera House check bags in London while the museums do not; somehow, that doesn't add up for me.


I'm in a majestic bookshop on New Street in Birmingham, and certainly to confirm my suspicions, there are just as many books on the death of Christianity in Britain as there are books which attempt to murder Christianity everywhere. I did find, however, a nice biography on John Wesley by Roy Hattersley and The Screwtape Letters by C.S. Lewis. I may pick up the former.


Lunch with Sally was pleasant and mirthful. We dined at a French restaurant nearby New Street - yes, Birmingham is a cultural capitol! Sally and I both tried their omelette, while her boyfriend had the fish, without chips. Conversation was light, the levity was there and so was our reminiscing about those fleeting moments during our first year in Hong Kong; it is amazing how friendships can resume so suddenly with a smile. On their recommendation, I am on my way to Warwick Castle - they also suggested that I visit Cadbury World, but they cannot take on additional visitors at the moment, the tourist office staff informed me, much to my disappointment!


Visiting Warwick Castle really made for a great day out. The castle, parts of which were established by William the Conquerer in 1068, is as much a kitschy tourist trap as a meticulous preservation of history, at times a sillier version of Ocean Park while at others a dignified dedication to a most glorious, inexorably English past. The castle caters to all visitors; and not surprisingly, that which delighted all audiences was a giant trebuchet siege engine, which for the five p.m. performance hurled a fireball high and far into the air - fantastic! Taliban beware!



I'm leaving on a jet plane this evening; don't know when I'll be back in England again. I'll miss this quirky, yet endearing place; and that I shall miss Irene and Tom who so generously welcomed me into their home, fed me, and suffered my use of their toilet and shower goes without saying. I'm grateful for God's many blessings on this trip.


On the itinerary today is a trip to John Wesley's home, followed by a visit to the Imperial War Museum. Already this morning I picked up a tube of Oilatum, a week late perhaps, which Teri recommended I use to treat this obstinate, dermal weakness of mine - I'm happy to report that my skin has stopped crying.


John Wesley's home is alive and well. Services are still held in the chapel everyday; and its crypt, so far from being a cellar for the dead, is a bright, spacious museum in which all things Wesley are on display - I never realized how much of an iconic figure he became in England; at the height of this idol frenzy, ironic in itself, he must have been as popular as the Beatles were at their apex. The house itself is a multi-story edifice with narrow, precipitous staircases and spacious rooms decorated in an 18th century fashion.


I found Samuel Johnson's house within a maze of red brick hidden alongside Fleet Street. To be in the home of the man who wrote the English dictionary, and whose indefatigable love for obscure words became the inspiration for my own lexical obsession, this, by far, is the climax of my visit to England! The best certainly has been saved for last.


There are a multitude of portraits hanging around the house like ornaments on a tree. Every likeness has its own story, meticulously retold on the crib sheets in each room. Celebrities abound, including David Garrick and Sir Joshua Reynolds, who painted several of the finer images in the house. I have developed a particular affinity for Oliver Goldsmith, of whom Boswell writes, "His person was short, his countenance coarse and vulgar, his deportment that of a scholar awkwardly affecting the easy gentleman. It appears as though I, too, could use a more flattering description of myself!


I regretfully couldn't stop to try the curry in England; I guess the CityU canteen's take on the dish will have to do. I did, however, have the opportune task of flirting with the cute Cathay Pacific counter staff who checked me in. She was gorgeous in red, light powder on her cheeks, with real diamond earrings, she said; and her small, delicate face, commanded by a posh British accent rendered her positively irresistible, electrifying. Not only did she grant me an aisle seat but she had the gumption to return my fawning with zest; she must be a pro at this by now.


I saw her again as she was pulling double-duty, collecting tickets prior to boarding. She remembered my quest for curry; and in the fog of infatuation, where nary a man has been made, I fumbled my words like the sloppy kid who has had too much punch. I am just an amateur, alas, an "Oliver Goldsmith" with the ladies - I got no game - booyah!


Some final, consequential bits: because of the chavs, Burberry no longer sells those fashionable baseball caps; because of the IRA, rubbish bins are no longer a commodity on the streets of London, and as a result, the streets and the Underground of the city are a soiled mess; and because of other terrorists from distant, more arid lands, going through a Western airport has taken on the tedium of perfunctory procedure that doesn't make me feel any safer from my invisible enemies.


At last, I saw so many Indians working at Heathrow that I could have easily mistaken the place for Mumbai. Their presence surprised me because their portion of the general population surely must be less than their portion of Heathrow staff, indicating some mysterious hiring bias. Regardless, they do a superb job with cursory airport checks, and in general are absurdly funny and witty when not tactless.


That's all for England!

Berlin Maryland, incorporated in 1868 is small town in Worcester County, MD located 7 miles from Ocean City. Popular for its revitalized historic downtown commercial district it was named America's Coolest Small Town in 2014. Print Size 13x19 inches. Happy Slider Sunday

Berlin Maryland, incorporated in 1868 is small town in Worcester County, MD located 7 miles from Ocean City. Popular for its revitalized historic downtown commercial district it was named America's Coolest Small Town in 2014. Print size 8x10 inches.

Happy Fence Friday

Knowing the psychology of deception,

He manipulates the crowd,

As if from the dolls of the thread right

Stretch invisibly to us with you.

Excerpt from Over the summer of 2014, STEPS collaborated with street art duo Alexa Hatanaka and Patrick Thompson to transform a derelict rail underpass, plagued by graffiti and litter into a celebrated local landmark, as part of a wider effort by local City Councillor Josh Colle and residents to reclaim the historic York Beltline for public use.


Along the high traffic Dufferin corridor, this revitalization project included a large-scale new public artwork, including the two interior walls of the underpass and two pedestrian tunnels, as well as infrastructure improvements, such as new wayfinding signage and enhanced lighting.


This colourful and multifaceted new work, inspired the community’s rich textile history, was designed in collaboration with local residents, particularly with members of the Friends of the Beltline. Countless community members, recruited through local social serving agencies and schools were engaged in the various stages of the work production and celebration, through a series of community paint days and the culminating unveiling.


This project was generously supported by the City of Toronto’s StreetARToronto program, alongside area businesses, including Toronto Hyundai and local residence associations.

First signs of revitalization of the former metropolis were destroyed by the warlike events at the end of the 17th century (Palatine war of succession) and the 18th century (French revolution and Napoleonic conquest). The strived regeneration could first be fulfilled bit by bit a few years after the Congress of Vienna in the first half of the 19th century.


With the opening of the "Binger Loch" ("Bingen hole") as the biggest boat trip barricade at the Middle Rhine river, the subsequent Rhine river regulation and the introduction of steam boats, the historic ware emporium was taken over by the boat landing stages for passenger boats. Since this time, several excursion day cruise boats pushed their way through in place of the former floating crane between Munztor (coin gate) and Zolltor (toll gate). The passengers of these boats, such as Victor Hugo, want to see and admire the Rhine river romanticism in Bacharach

I want the full blast Cherry Blossom!!

Berlin Maryland, incorporated in 1868 is small town in Worcester County, MD located 7 miles from Ocean City. Popular for its revitalized historic downtown commercial district it was named America's Coolest Small Town in 2014. A digital painting. Print size 8x10 inches.

Revitalizing the Brooklyn Navy Yard.

The (increasingly revitalized) first rays of the rising sun bathe the Kluane Range north of Haines Junction, Yukon in a welcome splash of color. Our days are lengthening rapidly now, with a daily increase in daylight of about 6 minutes .

In 1974 the National Parks Service, hoping to revitalized the area surrounding Grants Tomb, hired sculptor Pedro Silva to design and build a series of benches in conjunction with members, mostly children, of the neighboring communities . City Arts, an organization that creates community-based art projects, was enlisted to oversee the work. The resulting piece is a brightly colored, undulating bench that moves around the east, north, and west sides of Grant's Tomb. The images on the bench range from historical depictions of Grant's life, to fanciful, imaginary scenes of castles and dragons, to more contemporary subject matter such as cars. The bench's irregular contour often seems to be designed to accommodate the images in the work as well as elements of the environment such as trees and distant views.


The rounded edges, the color, and the flow of the bench contrasts with the white, straight edges of the monument that it surrounds. While some people have applauded this contrast in styles, others have contested the placement of the bench, and have fought to have it removed. Those who have spoken out strongly against the bench include members of historical and preservation societies, as well as Grant's descendents. However, in 2008, a project was undertaken and completed to renovate the bench! Yeah! (taken from NYC Public Art Cirrculum website, no author's name given. The Yeah is mine.)


To see an excellent video re the creation and restoration of this project click here:

Downtown Lethbridge Revitalization Community Growth


Have a Good Week :)

Decay reflection.

Abandoned tenements have become a medium of expression for the artistic and graphic design.

Until recently, this area was not known for its security.

It is currently undergoing revitalization. A large part of the buildings will remain after reconstruction and reconstruction. Part of the area will change by adding new buildings.

I feel a bit sorry that the place inscribed in urban stories will go away in the shadow of history, but I believe that people will write a new, happier story.

This city is changing.

Księży Młyn in Łódź.

Old school building (from 1877). During revitalization.


Street of change

Old buildings (left) for revitalization and a new office center on the right (soon to be opened). Skladowa Street in Lodz.

The holy place Mata Kalyaneshwari temple is situated adjacent to Maithon. By the grace of the Divine Mother I got the excellent view wherever I have focussed my camera. Every moment was becoming worth and revitalized.

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