BAMBOO SHADES
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BORDERLANDS CELL SHADED. CELL SHADED
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Hunter Douglas Cell (honeycomb) Shades with Top-Down Bottom-Up lift in Decatur Eastlake GA These are Hunter Dougla Cell Shades with top-down bottom-up lift mechamism in a master bathroom over the tub. They provide privacy while allowing light in through the top half of the window when placed in this position Epcot The ball totally looks cell shaded. Someone should put that thing in Borderlands! Similar posts: motorized window shade troy sunshade uv roller shades plastic plantation shutters drapes behind bed 2 drapery rods large outdoor canopy embroidered sheer drapery fabric costa rica zip line canopy tour |
BAMBOO SHADES : BAMBOO
BAMBOO SHADES : DIY DOOR CANOPIES. Bamboo Shades
Bamboo Inspired by Chinese bamboo brush paintings. Bamboo Shade Mały eksperymencik z roletą bambusową Similar posts: made to measure blinds quick shade replacement parts replacement blinds slats wrought iron canopy bed between glass window blinds canopy zip line tour drapery rod extenders outdoors shades |
DARK BROWN HAIR COLOR SHADES - DARK BROWN HAIR
Dark brown hair color shades - 10 x 20 carport canopy - Blinds measuring. Dark Brown Hair Color Shades
8 of 365 I have been putting colour in my hair for as long as I can remember, since I was about 14 or so, it has been almost every colour you can think of, dark brown, red, blue, green. It's been bleached and was even a strange honey blonde colour for a while, it has been short, it has been bobbed and briefly in the 80s it was permed! Personally I'm just shocked it survived the crimping phase. More often than not because it is so straight it just gets left to its own devices and a shade of red dye added to give it a bit of shine, I used to use henna a lot but it's difficult to come by these days but I loved the calming routine of it, mixing up the green sludge, adding boiling water, cooling, mixing the bits of leaf and twig and then walking around the house with what looked like a cow pat on your head smelling like stewed tea for about 5 hours, it was a real weekend job :) Yesterday I just put a standard 8 week colour on my hair, it took about half an hour, smelled like chemicals and did the job *shrug* Day 11, oct 26 08 Hello, dark hair, Oh how i've missed you. :) Took FOUR boxes of hair color to do this shade, thankfully, my cousin was here to help. I just took one of my 'happy' pills (The stuff the dentist gave me for my jaw) SO I am feeling prettttttttttttty good :)) I don't want to go to work tomorrow, the weekends always go by too fast :((( Oh well. That's what happens when you grow up. Goodnight :D Similar posts: shutters hotel santa monica hunter green drapes outdoor sun blinds board and batten vinyl shutters wood blinds for french doors brown hair color shades gila solar shades custom made lamp shades shrubs for dry shade |
DUCK PIT BLINDS - PIT BLINDS
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the friction of fiction: chpt. IX Warning: Mature content IX UNCOMFORTABLE SILENCE While Pike’s story thus so far had been as expected, nothing even slightly shy of not remotely amusing at all, to either Hex nor Chaff, his lengthy banter had afforded Chaff a few good moments worth of calm, and he’d used it by fading to the head of the airlock, and out of Pike’s line of sight, to dress his damaged ear as best he could. Cutting a thin strip of cotton free from the inner lining of his damaged environment suit, Chaff had then wadded up the strip and stuffed it into his mangled ear, before gently wrapping a healthy length of electrical tape twice around his head to hold it in place. While the field dressing did little to stop the mind numbing ring in his head, and the bolts of near incapacitating pain, jetting throughout the whole of his skull, that morphine would have been better suited for besting, it had in a fashion offered Chaff some small relief if be it little more then psychological. Content with his work, and paying little attention to Pike’s story, or the fact that his left arm had gone numb for that matter, Chaff was about to find a more comfortable possession to sit in, when something very unexpected happened. Pike said something that drew his uncontested attention back to the open air lock, and his hard bitten opponent. “B-B-B-Bloody hell.” Chaff stammered. “What?” Asked Hex over his shoulder. Without another word, Chaff responded by mobbing the MP5 up into his hands, and hustled back to the open airlock, taking every care to stay as low and against the wall as one with the an over zealous case of vertigo could. Ever vigilant, Hex had remained at the open end of the airlock the entire time, having not once lowered the sights of his Colt Commando, or his eyes for that matter, off the crates their hit was currently hiding behind. Even as Chaff wrestled himself back into a decent firing position, Hex held fast as a statue, doing so little as even letting an eye lid flutter. “What’s the commotion?” Hex finally asked. “Ah, well. I see you’ve finally found some deep hollowed tree stump to salt away that temper of yours.” Chaff chuckled with a clearly uncomfortable drunken like slur. “Mmm, yep. Conspicuously affiliated with your dauntless retreat to the far end of this airlock a moment ago, I might add.” “Cheeky.” Chaff cooed with a sarcastic smile. “Thought you’d like that? Mind offering forth some, Hex is a little curious as to why you’ve suddenly decided to rejoin story time with Pike, information?” “Ah. Take it you weren’t really listening to the little bog stain either.” “Nope.” “Is he still talking?” Chaff asked, while taking a quick peek up towards the shadowed crates for himself. “Yep…Still talkin.” Indeed, from across the mud room, hidden behind the stack of poorly assembled crates, Chaff could still hear Pike’s near monotone voice, hacking aimlessly away about the rendezvous with his new colleges at the Create Steam pub. “I’m pretty sure that was the last time I ever visited Crate Steam to be perfectly honest. You know…I‘m not even sure if I could even tell you how to get back there now, and I really can’t see a down side to that. The genuine ass hole of the galaxy if you ask me.” Pike continued. Chaff cleared his throat, and then boomed out the hatch. “Hey! Piker!” “Fuck, what dude?” Pike snapped back. “Chaff? Fuck!” Hex bellowed. “What the fuck are you doing? He’s still got a bead, and a round or two. Get the fuck back n‘ shut the fuck up.” Ignoring both Hex and the uncontrollable convolutions that had over taken his body, Chaff continued. “Let me get this s-s-s-s-strait, because I’m having a little trouble understanding a few of the finer details here, and, and, and, I’m pretty sure…I’m pretty sure, as you have noticed, we are running just a hair, A HAIR, short on time.” “Then shut the fuck up, so I can tell the story, you slurtatious son of a bitch.” Pike barked back. “It’s not like I got something better I could be doing right now.” “Did he say where the shit was yet?” Chaff suddenly whispered to Hex. “Naw.” Hex groaned. “Fucking lame.” Chaff muttered under his breath, before returning to his mock Pike interrogation. “The group you put together. The seven Flanigan assembled for his little steal Mr. Nakatater’s-” “Nakayama.” Hex cut in. “Whatever.” Chaff scolded. “Yeah, what of it?” Pike asked. “You’re telling me Rufus Schorzburg was one of the seven?” The mud room feel silent. Moments passed and neither Chaff nor Hex heard so much as a rustle of motion, or even the faint sigh of Pike finally coming to terms with the reaper man. Allowing the uncomfortable pausation to open a floodgate of concern, Chaff offered his oddly focused companion Hex a quick glance, and prepared himself for the possibility that more small arms fire exchange was about to take place. Hex however responded without so much as a flinch, adding only more concern to Chaff’s already cluttered thought process. A process that seemed to be growing more di St. Bonkus, patron saint of failed relationships and blind dates... While St. Bonk might look like a chicken or a whizzed out duck, he appears in a manner that reflects the supplicant's bad relationship: how the person was described or presented is not so far afoot as how St. Bonkus will manifest to the one seeking his wisdom and advice as to how to bounce back from the poor engagement. Contusion Color floods to the spot, dull purple. The rest of the body is all washed-out, The color of pearl. In a pit of a rock The sea sucks obsessively, One hollow thw whole sea's pivot. The size of a fly, The doom mark Crawls down the wall. The heart shuts, The sea slides back, The mirrors are sheeted. --Sylvia Plath Similar posts: house awning internal shutters canopy for twin bed aluminum bahama shutters canopy car ports cordless top down bottom up shade generator canopy glass lamp shades for chandeliers black vinyl blinds tarp and awning |
DRAPERY IDEAS PICTURES. DRAPERY IDEAS
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(Michael Healy) THE HOLY FAMILY MICHAEL HEALY, Stained Glass Artist Thomas MacGreevy In the centuries that followed the Protestant Reformation pretty well all the ecclesiastical buildings which had been erected in Ireland both before and after the Norman invasion were laid in ruins. And until Catholic Emancipation, practically nothing was set up in place of the lovely things which had been destroyed. When church building did start again, the age of bad architecture had arrived. With a few exceptions — most of them in the classical style — the churches and chapels built in the last hundred years or so are, architecturally speaking, of poor quality. It took three generations for an Irish architect of genius, Scott, the designer of the basilica at Lough Derg, to appear. But we have only a very few buildings by Scott. For architecture is the most expensive, as it is the most communal, the least individual, of the arts. The arts that are dependent on architecture, however, sculpture and, in the case of church architecture especially, the art of stained glass painting, these may come to fruition more easily, and be more widely distributed over a given area than good architecture. A big stained glass window costs no more than a small picture of the same quality. And a beautiful window may be set up even in a church that, as architecture, is undistinguished. That is where the subject of this study comes in. Michael Healy was born in Dublin in 1873. He died at Mercer's Hospital, Dublin, in September, 1941. Outside a very small circle his name is hardly known. And yet for forty years he was quietly but unfailingly beautifying our land, doing all that a great artist could do to give worthy expression to the religious life of the people of Ireland. The pioneer artist of the modern Irish stained glass movement, it is largely owing to his genius that to-day there are few places in the country which are more than twenty miles from a major work of modern art. In Dublin and the greater towns something in the way of visual art has, of course, always been happening, if it was no more than the erection of a terrace or crescent or square of well-designed houses. But for hundreds of years the visual arts were practically unknown outside the towns. Nowadays, however, if you drive, say, a hundred miles, through almost any part of Ireland you will find that you can stop at least half a dozen times, go into churches, and look at stained glass windows which represent the most venerated figures and events of religious history, very often of our own religious history, and represent them with an elevated tenderness of feeling, a beauty of draughtsmanship, and a splendour of colour, that were only rarely surpassed in the works of the great stained glass artists of medieval France or the painters of Renaissance Italy. And what is more important than their being there for art-loving travellers is the fact that these windows are there to stir the imagination of people of sensibility who live in remote places. There are there in nearly every county, from Cork to Antrim, from Wexford to Donegal, at Mayfield and Bushmills, Gorey and Letterkenny, in Sligo and Mayo, Roscommon, Leitrim, Fermanagh, Clare, Tipperary, Kilkenny, Laois, Kildare, Meath, in Cork city, Galway city, Dublin city, above all at Loughrea — they are there to induce that mood of meditation and recollection which only genuine works of religious art can induce, and, more profanely considered, to constitute standards of taste and artistic points of departure, and not only for grown-ups but, even more important, for artistically gifted children. Forty years ago, then, a movement was started to break with the bad mass-production pseudo-religious art that was coming in large quantities from abroad. And the pioneer artist of it was this Irishman of the people, sprung from the humbler ranks of society, yet a man of extraordinarily wide range of understanding and power of interpretation, and a master of the richest and most fastidious sensibility both in colour and draughtsmanship, Michael Healy. It was indirectly through Harry Clarke, the most brilliant stained glass artist of a later generation, that I, myself, first came to understand what a great artist Michael Healy was. Harry was a contemporary and friend, and I used sometimes to borrow his bicycle in order to get to places and things worth seeing which were at a distance from a railway station, St. Doulough's church, near Malahide, for instance, and Jerpoint Abbey, near Thomastown. On a Saturday, getting on for twenty years ago now, Harry lent me the bicycle to go to Clongowes to see Mr. Keating's then fairly new Stations of the Cross in the School Chapel. I am not discussing the work of living artists here, so I must not dwell on that remarkable series of modern Irish paintings. What I was not prepared for in the Chapel at Clongowes was a radiantly gleaming window behind the altar which represented scenes from the life of St. Joseph, Josep Cincinnati Art Museum Joos van Cleve. Madonna and Child Who painted what when? To many, that recalls what turned them off art history. I call it an invitation to see. Sometimes, too, it has the appeal of a good mystery. A passion for art A journalism professor from Florida A&M had turned to Renaissance Europe for the secrets of Kabala. In a painting in Cincinnati, he may have discovered as well a story of missionaries, the conquest of the New World, botanical scrutiny, and belief. This may well sound like outtakes from a certain movie, but it does not require murder, self-flagellation, or even lame dialogue. An attribution simply means asking if the artist at hand would have or could have done the job. As I have described for a controversial attribution to Jan Vermeer, an answer hinges on the totality of a painting's subject, style, and technique, which is why art takes words. These in turn direct one to historical documents, close technical examination, and what one can see with the naked eye. And this time, a work's history extends to everything from biology to the history of scientific discovery and to cultural anthropology. In Joos van Cleve's Madonna and Child, which dates from before 1535, the infant Jesus reaches for his mother and for three cherries—the number associated with the Trinity and the fruit with paradise. His affection for Mary and her association with salvation already has doctrinal implications. In the process, the child seems to flee two flowers in his mother's right hand. To a believer, he has every reason to fear. A carnation's nasty thorns and red flowers had made it a symbol of the Passion. When travelers with Hernando Cortés, the Spanish conqueror of Mexico, found a relative with deeper reds and spinier petals, they could hardly resist naming it a passion flower. In the painting, the miraculous new flower tops the older one. They could be growing out of the same stem—if a stem could somehow start over after a burst of pink. However, Michael E. Abrams has a problem with this picture. Word of the discovery did not reach Europe for decades, starting with a physician around 1570 and drawings by Jesuits in 1608. Prints of Passiflora incarnata circulated more widely in Europe only later still. He cites a remarkable series, documenting biodiversity in Virginia and issued in London. Could Joos have somehow had an inside track, both to dozens of then unfamiliar species and to an apparent revelation. Could the attribution to Joos instead have a serious flaw? Abrams wrote the Cincinnati Institute of Fine Arts to ask. Although I can hardly claim to have played a role beyond offering another lay opinion, he also got in touch with me—as has the Tallahassee Democrat. The economy of vision Andy Haslit, the curator, insists on the attribution. He can trace the painting, which entered the collection in 1981, only as far back as 1913. However, he can rely on agreement among other art historians. I hate to judge a work of art in reproduction, but I reached same conclusion. Joos, formerly known as Master of the Death of the Virgin, takes his name from Cleves, on the lower Rhine. He moved to Antwerp around 1510. There, under the influence of Quentin Massys and Jan Gossart, he furthered a style known now as Flemish Mannerism. One can see it in the painting's acrid colors, heavy shadows, and hard finish. At the same time, Mannerism often revisits the past, Joos stood as a classicist. He looked to the early Renaissance, as in a close copy after Jan van Eyck. He also introduces Italian models to Northern Europe, much as Hans Memling had in his portraits many years before. In copying van Eyck's Madonna in a Church, he beefs up her proportions, and the Madonna in Cincinnati has the same weighty folds of drapery and rounded faces. The motif of a carnation goes back to a more famous Madonna in Munich, by Leonardo da Vinci—perhaps his first painting on that theme and among the first paintings to embody High Renaissance ideals. The pyramid here, completed by the arm at left and architecture at right, also recalls Leonardo. Joos, then, almost surely had no contact with flora across the ocean, but plenty of contact with this canvas. Abrams himself, however, realized another possibility, for if Joos had painted the Madonna, another hand could have added the second flower much later. Could someone at least look closely at the painting's surface to see? Major scholars historians who ascribed the painting to Joos, such as Max Friedländer, never thought to ask. I found Abram's third possibility a no-brainer. First, symbolism requires that the natural world speak in an economical language. One flower growing out of another just will not do. Besides, it does not look terribly naturalistic. Moreover, I had to suspect the black background. Black hides a multitude of sins, much as in clothing, and indeed I began to wonder if it effaced the carnation's thorns. Joos himself did as much as anyone to add detailed backdrops, broken Similar posts: vianne glass shades outdoor blinds leaf canopy bed outdoor wood shades porch shutters lace canopy bed covers how to install shade sails canopy shag area rug |
METAL AWNINGS. AWNINGS
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HOME PATIO AWNINGS : HOME PATIO
HOME PATIO AWNINGS : ENTRY DOOR AWNINGS Home Patio Awnings
Awnings added to home This home's back structure had no awnings to provide shade or shelter against the elements. We added three for each of the back yard entry areas. the era of the patio cover comes to an end. Similar posts: playground shade structures plantation shutter parts large bamboo blinds horizontal wood blinds pictures of windows with shutters adhesive window covering outdoor shade tent drum shade roman shade 36 |
GLASS FITTER SHADE. GLASS FITTER
Glass Fitter Shade. Floral Drapery Fabric. Comfortex Shades. Glass Fitter Shade
Fit for a (Drag) Queen OK I confess, I have this problem. I can’t seem to make a bracelet that will fit a small to average woman’s wrist. The style of this particular bracelet makes it really difficult to re-size without tearing it apart and starting all over again. But hey, that’s OK. It’s a gorgeous bracelet. You just need a large wrist – the inside diameter on this one is just over 7 inches. Inspired by a tutorial by Eni Oken, I have hand-wrapped foil-lined glass beads of different shapes in shades of blue and green with yards of hair-fine sterling silver wire. Czech fire-polished beads and Indian cloisonné accentuate the colors and add a lovely textural element. Two sweet insect charms and a hand-hammered spiral clasp finish it off with style. This is a one of a kind item, never to be made again. glass light shade as vase I found this glass light fitting at the thrift store this morning for 3 dollars!! Just picked a few of these branches up in the sand dunes at the beach near or house. Similar posts: shutter repair parts beach shade shelter auto shutter bed canopy rods best hunting blinds make your own blinds rollaway shutters hunter douglas provenance woven wood shades custom shutter company |
HUNTING BLINDS REVIEWS. HUNTING BLINDS
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time for 2009 to sleep Things She Did in 2009 January - She rang in the new year with the girls. She broke up with her boyfriend. She watched MSNBC. She ate pepperoni bread. She reminisced. She rolled her eyes. She smiled. She yawned. She trembled. She painted her bedroom. She listened to the Foo Fighters. She worked. She volunteered. She felt at ease. February - She went on blind dates. She fell asleep watching Beavis & Butthead. She drank the occasional cup of coffee, despite her strong dislike for it. She ate chili. She battled insomnia. She listened. She tried to stay as centered as possible, despite volunteering in a field that made her feel angry, dejected, helpless, and hopeless. She struggled to remind herself of all the things that make it an awesomely anticipatory experience to wake up in the morning instead of a heavy, scary, and pointless one. March - She did yoga. She cooked. She went to Salem, MA. She bought a cowboy hat. She drank Heineken. She drank Irish Car Bombs. She wore green. She celebrated St. Patrick's Day in Philladelphia. She found usefulness in temporary distractions. She reminded herself that there are good people in the world. She listened to The Smiths. She took photos of her dogs in the snow. She worked steadily. She voiced her disapproval of her mother's innappropriate friendship with a taken man. She burnt her tongue on hot chocolate while walking home from Dunkin Donuts. April - She hiked with her dog. She ran herself ragged through volunteer work. She took pride in the fact that she was actively part of making the world better. She refused to get caught up in the drudgery of life that causes it to lose its magic. She kept herself afloat, even if it took the smallest, most insignificant thing to make her smile. She read books. She swam in a quarry. She went to the dentist. She had two teeth extracted. She popped vicodin like candy. She watched the hummingbirds feed. She listened to Billy Joel. She hated her job. She dyed Easter eggs. She cleaned. She slept. She didn't sleep. She sat on the porch and watched the deer. She watched SNL videos at work all day. May - She threw her sister a surprise birthday party. She got shitfaced. She wore sombreros. She ate pistachios. She realized she had been off anti-depressants for a year, and she was okay. She finally started to feel like a real person again. She gained self-assurance. She felt infused with a newfound surge of positivity. She volunteered. She hiked. She almost passed out at work. She attended the annual Pet Expo in Robbinsville. She acquired a BlackBerry. She made bonfires. She made friends. She did yoga. She got frustrated with training new staff only to have them quit after a few weeks, because the working conditions are so intolerable and the boss is crazy. June - She quit her job of two years. She freed herself from a miserable work environment and people she hated. She finished volunteering, having promised herself she wouldn't do it for more than a year (she lasted 9 months). She went to Bamboozle Fest to see No Doubt perform. She went on vacation. She drank like a fish. She went to the beach. She hula hooped. She got banned from a hotel she'd been returning to every summer for 8 years. She got pissed off. She ate nachos. She danced to Michael Jackson songs. July - She turned twenty-three years old. She attended a Fourth of July party next door. She started sleeping with her neighbor. She made new friends. She went to the beach. She went to the tiki bar. She went to the movies. She partied nightly. She ate ice cream. She got a parking ticket. She listened to The Eagles. She met unsavory characters. She criticized. She defended herself. She cried. She laughed. She learned. She threatened. She questioned. She avoided. She confronted. She rolled in from next door at 5 AM every morning. August - She visited family in New York. She went to the beach. Her boyfriend ceased to be her neighbor. She attended a graduation party. She played poker. She drank margaritas. She reconnected with old friends. She went crabbing. She went fishing. She went shopping. She drank root beer flavored vodka. September - She made a conscious effort not to swear like a trucker when meeting her boyfriend's grandmother. She ate birthday cake. She fought with her sister. She went to Home Depot. She broke up with her boyfriend. She spent as little time at home as possible. She got kicked off her friend's property after telling a pirate joke. She went on a blind date. She ate sushi. She smoked weed. October - She went to Atlantic City. She started seeing a new love interest. She drank wine with her creepy neighbor. She watched movies. She ate Kobe beef. She cut up her foot during a drunken walk through the woods at night. She spent a lot of time in Central Jersey. She drank Long Island Iced Teas. She felt frustrated. She distracted herself. She got sick. #4 ZZenarah's: Watching Legend Aer Karu: The crowning of a king. Deep beneeth the peacfull land of karu magic the dark forces gathered a thousand years had passed and small pockets of the gathering darkness reared their ugly heads. Small things began to happen throughout the lands. as the evil tested its power. People began to disapear, some found dead others never heard from again. Sightings of wickedness and of small bands of darkness roamed the peacful lands in the cover of darkness the sightings became more numorus, the closer they came to the sorce of the dark powers. And they all seemed to be heading towards the mountians, as if called, orc's ,dark elves, drow, humans, mages and sorceresses alike. In the lowest levels of the subterranean fortress buried deep beneath the dark moutians, the high mage paced the vained floor of a small tourch- lite cell. Before him two battered and bruised men sat chained to a pair of onyx chairs. one wore the blood and filth covered remnants of a necromancers robes. the other wore the shredded and stained crimson rags that had once been the silken garb of a dark mage, a journeyman practitioner of the vast and ancient arts of magecraft. The high mage's pacing came to an abrupt halt. Luxuriant purple robes swirled about his sparce form. Long bone white hair slid across his shoulders accuentating the pallor of a face that had not seen the sunlight in a thousand years. One beringed hand shot out and his thin fingers closed around a swollen jaw of the journeyman mage. the high mages most trusted right hand man, who had until a few days ago served his master the high mage and done his bidding unquestioned. Now the journeymans sash had been stripped of its jewels of achevements and tied around the mans throat to mock his once proud status as the high mages most acomplished and magicly gifted apprentice. "Capture Him" he hissed, "bring him to me. that was my command" Long ridged nails dug deep into the apprentices skin. "Yet you return empty handed"... "He was to powerful" the apprentice protested weakly..."Not even I could stand against him..." "Powerful ?" Silver eyes snapped with fury and white frost formed on every surface as the rooms temperature plunged in sharp responce. "Of course he was powerful! And YOU let him slip through your fingers...." "What more could i have done master? The elven broke through our defences... "the apprentice mage coughed and groaned as his broken ribs protestsed. "I tried to hold them off, to give the others time to force him into the trap.....but then he.....his magic....just exploded. He suprised us all" "SILENCE!" the high mages free hand shot out with vicious force, despite his great age and increseasingly frail appearance, his fist smashed hard against the apprentice's face. The heavy rings of power on each fingers amplified the force of his blow, and the crack of bones and crunch of breaking cartilage echoed off the stone walls of the chamber. blood sprayed from the apprentice's mouth and nose. A groaning breath wheezed out of his lungs and he slumped senseless in his bonds. The high mage turned to the man in the ragged necromancer robes and whipped a wavy edged onyx blade from the sheath strapped to his waist. He snatched a handful of stringy black hair and yanked hard,pulling back the prisoners head and exposing his throat to the razzor sharp edge of the dagger. Pale gray eyes surrounded by stubby black lashes looked up at him in mute fear. Fresh blood trickled from the mans nostrals and the corners of his mouth,mottled purple bruises from an earler beating swelled across his body. A pulse beat a rappid tattoo in his throat like the wings of a trapped bird trying to flee, his barreled chest rose and fell with short rapid breaths. The necromance swallowed convulsively,the skin of his neck pressed against the razor sharp edge of the onyx blade with each breath. Even that light touch tore a fresh slice in the captive's skin. No blood trickled from the wound. The dagger's thirsty black metal drank every drop before it spilled and the dark carbon stone in the daggers pommel began to flicker with ravenous red streaks. The necromancer froze in breathless silence. The high mage's lips twisted into a snarl..."And you butcher boy, did you seriously think for ....even the tiniest moment that your miserable insignifcant mortal life held any value to me except as a means to capture..Aer Karu..(pronunced Air) The high Mage leaned forward letting his silver eyes turn to dark bottomless wells of blackness, sparkling with red lights as the gathering of powerful black magic swelled within him. The necromancer stared up into those twin pits of blackness and knew he was staring death in the face.He'd seen death before, a few days ago where they had set the trap to capture Aer Karu when he had pulled the sword from its sh Similar posts: awnings cincinnati bamboo roller blinds bifold shutter diy awning frame arizona tent and awning office blinds uk window panel shades sound proof canopy |
HORIZONTAL SHEER SHADES. SHEER SHADES
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Horizontal Volute Spring Suspension M4 Sherman Horizontal Volute Spring Suspension (HVSS). Just going though some old photos taken with my old Canon Powershot SD630...Usually not worthy of HDR processing, but this one seem to work well. " Prettier Horizontal." [28/365] For some reason, the picture looks better horizontal. When I rotate it vertical... it doesn't look as nice. Took this yesterday! More photos from yesterday coming throughout probably days 29-31? =] Similar posts: motorized hurricane shutters black canopy shade cloth for plants red roman shade wood blinds review drapery medallions 1 1 2 wood blinds shades of blond hair coleman event 14 shade sun wall barrel lamp shade |
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Louis A. and Laura Stirn House Grymes Hill, Staten Island, New York City, New York, United States Summary This large neo-Renaissance mansion with Arts and Crafts detailing is an excellent example of early-twentieth- century country house design. The house was built for Louis A. and Laura Stirn in 1908 to the plans of Kafka & Lindenmeyr. One of the few houses of its size and type surviving on Staten Island, it is prominently sited on Grymes Hill where it commands a spectacular view of New York Harbor. Grymes Hill was developed with large estates in the 1830s and 1840s and by the early 1900s, had become a fashionable residential neighborhood favored by wealthy German businessmen. Stirn, a German emigre, was a prominent silk commission merchant and owner of textile mills. His wife, the granddaughter of bridge builder John Roebling, was an expert on botany and horticulture. Modeled after an Italian Renaissance villa, the Stirn house is a two-and-one-half-story structure composed of a symmetrical center block and flanking dependencies. Clad with stucco and capped by red tile hipped roof with dormers and deep bracketed eaves, it has Ionic porticos on the front and rear facades and a gabled porch at the entrance to the kitchen wing. Arts and Crafts details include the polychrome terra-cotta frieze, iron balconies, and stained glass rondels. The building incorporated a number of technologically advanced features including glazed polychrome terra cotta, cast concrete, and Portland cement stucco facings. DESCRIPTION AND ANALYSIS Grymes Hill' Located in northeastern Staten Island, where it commands a magnificent view of New York Harbor and the Verrazano Narrows, Grymes Hill is bounded on the northwest by Victory Boulevard, on the east by Richmond Road and Van Duzer Street, on the south by the Staten Island Expressway, and on the west by Clove Road. This land was part of the 5,100-acre manor which was granted to Governor Thomas Dongan (1634-1715) in 1687 and subsequently passed to his nephews and their heirs. In the 1830s, the hill began to be developed with estates. The neighborhood took its name from Madame Suzette Grymes, wife of the noted New Orleans lawyer John "Randolph Grymes. who began buying property near the present-day intersection of Howard Avenue and Grymes Hill Road in 1836, creating an estate known as Capo di Monte. Other notable landowners included Orondates Mauran, who built a summer house in 1831 on property extending along the west side of Howard Avenue between Eddy Street and Ada Place, and Major George Howard, who purchased forty-two acres on Grymes Hill between 1830 and 1833, including all the land on Howard Avenue between Louis and Eddy Streets. Howard, a former soldier who served as boarding officer for the port of New York and later as keeper of the public stores on Staten Island, built a house for himself on the southwest corner of his land. The northern half of his property was divided into fifty-foot-wide lots which were sold at auction in August 1836. The property now occupied by the Stirn house was part of a larger group of lots purchased by real estate investor Caleb Tompkins Ward. In 1841 Ward sold his Grymes Hill lots to Harvey North, an importer, from New Orleans. In 1853, North moved to France, selling his property to Thomas Eakin of Nashville who built a house known as "East Over" to the designs of James Renwick. In 1879. Eakin's heirs sold a tract of land to the actor- journalist Henry Sedley, owner of the adjoining property at 37 Howard Avenue. In 1895, Henry Sedley sold his house on Grymes Hill to Eleanor Phelps Sedley. In June 1907 she sold the land acquired from on the Eakins family to Louis A. and Laura Stirn. The property had a frontage of about 275 feet on Howard Avenue and extended down the hillside about 600 feet to Sunset Terrace. (The lot now measures 274 feet by 200 feet.) In 1907, when the Stirns bought their property, Grymes Hill was considered one of the most "attractive residential sections of Staten Island" featuring a mix of large estates, suburban houses, and institutions that complemented the residential character of the neighborhood. These included the Church of Our I^ady of Good Counsel (1899) at 44 Austin Place and Notre Dame Academy which was established in an old house (built c. 1850, enlarged 1903) at 21 Howard Avenue in 1904, and moved to its present quarters (built c. 1854- 57, enlarged 1920s, 1930s) at 76 Howard Avenue in 1906. Additions to the neighborhood also included two new enclaves of large developer-built suburban houses: Brighton Heights Park and Morningside (c. 1906). In addition to Louis Stirn, several businessmen were erecting large mansions for their private use. These included silk merchant C. Allan Blyth who built a Craftsman-inspired residence, designed by the noted architect Henry Atterbury Smith, at 103 Howard Avenue (1907-08) and brewer William Horrmann who erected an eccentric mansion modeled after a Bavarian castle at 189 Howar Louis A. and Laura Stirn House Grymes Hill, Staten Island, New York City, New York, United States Summary This large neo-Renaissance mansion with Arts and Crafts detailing is an excellent example of early-twentieth- century country house design. The house was built for Louis A. and Laura Stirn in 1908 to the plans of Kafka & Lindenmeyr. One of the few houses of its size and type surviving on Staten Island, it is prominently sited on Grymes Hill where it commands a spectacular view of New York Harbor. Grymes Hill was developed with large estates in the 1830s and 1840s and by the early 1900s, had become a fashionable residential neighborhood favored by wealthy German businessmen. Stirn, a German emigre, was a prominent silk commission merchant and owner of textile mills. His wife, the granddaughter of bridge builder John Roebling, was an expert on botany and horticulture. Modeled after an Italian Renaissance villa, the Stirn house is a two-and-one-half-story structure composed of a symmetrical center block and flanking dependencies. Clad with stucco and capped by red tile hipped roof with dormers and deep bracketed eaves, it has Ionic porticos on the front and rear facades and a gabled porch at the entrance to the kitchen wing. Arts and Crafts details include the polychrome terra-cotta frieze, iron balconies, and stained glass rondels. The building incorporated a number of technologically advanced features including glazed polychrome terra cotta, cast concrete, and Portland cement stucco facings. DESCRIPTION AND ANALYSIS Grymes Hill Located in northeastern Staten Island, where it commands a magnificent view of New York Harbor and the Verrazano Narrows, Grymes Hill is bounded on the northwest by Victory Boulevard, on the east by Richmond Road and Van Duzer Street, on the south by the Staten Island Expressway, and on the west by Clove Road. This land was part of the 5,100-acre manor which was granted to Governor Thomas Dongan (1634-1715) in 1687 and subsequently passed to his nephews and their heirs. In the 1830s, the hill began to be developed with estates. The neighborhood took its name from Madame Suzette Grymes, wife of the noted New Orleans lawyer John "Randolph Grymes. who began buying property near the present-day intersection of Howard Avenue and Grymes Hill Road in 1836, creating an estate known as Capo di Monte. Other notable landowners included Orondates Mauran, who built a summer house in 1831 on property extending along the west side of Howard Avenue between Eddy Street and Ada Place, and Major George Howard, who purchased forty-two acres on Grymes Hill between 1830 and 1833, including all the land on Howard Avenue between Louis and Eddy Streets. Howard, a former soldier who served as boarding officer for the port of New York and later as keeper of the public stores on Staten Island, built a house for himself on the southwest corner of his land. The northern half of his property was divided into fifty-foot-wide lots which were sold at auction in August 1836. The property now occupied by the Stirn house was part of a larger group of lots purchased by real estate investor Caleb Tompkins Ward. In 1841 Ward sold his Grymes Hill lots to Harvey North, an importer, from New Orleans. In 1853, North moved to France, selling his property to Thomas Eakin of Nashville who built a house known as "East Over" to the designs of James Renwick. In 1879. Eakin's heirs sold a tract of land to the actor- journalist Henry Sedley, owner of the adjoining property at 37 Howard Avenue. In 1895, Henry Sedley sold his house on Grymes Hill to Eleanor Phelps Sedley. In June 1907 she sold the land acquired from on the Eakins family to Louis A. and Laura Stirn. The property had a frontage of about 275 feet on Howard Avenue and extended down the hillside about 600 feet to Sunset Terrace. (The lot now measures 274 feet by 200 feet.) In 1907, when the Stirns bought their property, Grymes Hill was considered one of the most "attractive residential sections of Staten Island" featuring a mix of large estates, suburban houses, and institutions that complemented the residential character of the neighborhood. These included the Church of Our I^ady of Good Counsel (1899) at 44 Austin Place and Notre Dame Academy which was established in an old house (built c. 1850, enlarged 1903) at 21 Howard Avenue in 1904, and moved to its present quarters (built c. 1854- 57, enlarged 1920s, 1930s) at 76 Howard Avenue in 1906. Additions to the neighborhood also included two new enclaves of large developer-built suburban houses: Brighton Heights Park and Morningside (c. 1906). In addition to Louis Stirn, several businessmen were erecting large mansions for their private use. These included silk merchant C. Allan Blyth who built a Craftsman-inspired residence, designed by the noted architect Henry Atterbury Smith, at 103 Howard Avenue (1907-08) and brewer William Horrmann who erected an eccentric mansion modeled after a Bavarian castle at 189 Howard Similar posts: voile drape canopy bedroom suite polka dot drapes where to buy hunter douglas blinds tinkerbell canopy boat sun canopy hurrican shutters shades swimwear shutter kits commercial building awnings |
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LONG DRAPERY ROD : DRAPERY ROD
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Bartholdi Fountain Bartholdi Fountain. Bartholdi is the man who designed the Statue of Liberty in NY harbor. The Bartholdi Fountain The Bartholdi Fountain, designed by the sculptor of the Statue of Liberty, graces the flower-filled Bartholdi Park near the U.S. Botanic Garden and provides a welcome oasis for visitors. The Bartholdi Fountain is based on Classical and Renaissance forms and is an elegant expression of the Gilded Age in which it was created. The Bartholdi Fountain was designed symmetrically in three identical sections. The fountain has a triangular base with turtles and large shells rises to the pedestal, from which three identical nereids (sea nymphs) rise on thirds. Between their feet are fish and scattered sea shells and coral. The nymphs, with arched backs, are caryatids, following a tradition of sculpture founded in classical Greece. They seem to hold up the large fountain basin, which is actually supported by the central column. The nymphs wear headdresses of leaves. Their clinging drapery, clasped by shells at the waist, reveals their supple figures. Despite its monumental size (it weighs approximately 40 tons and is 30 feet high, and the sculptured female figures are 11 feet tall), each element of the fountain is beautifully detailed. The curved arms of the nereids lead the viewer's eye to the large basin above, which supports twelve lights. The fountain continues with three youthful tritons playfully holding out seaweed and is topped by a mural crown resembling a crenelated city wall. Water spills from the crown over the tritons and splashes into the upper basin, while jets shoot from the mouths of the fish and the turtles. Frederic Auguste Bartholdi (1834-1904) created the Bartholdi Fountain for the 1876 International Centennial Exhibition in Philadelphia. The fountain design was based on a model he had created in 1867. Bartholdi was also working on his design for the Statue of Liberty at the same time. The Bartholdi Fountain, cast in Paris by A. Durenne, was painted to look like bronze and placed at a focal point near the main entrance of the Exhibition grounds in Fairmount Park. At the close of the Exhibition, the Bartholdi Fountain was purchased for $6,000 (half of its estimated value) by the United States government at the suggestion of Frederick Law Olmsted, the famous landscape architect who designed the Capitol Grounds. It was moved to Washington, D.C., in 1877 and placed at the base of Capitol Hill near the center line of the Mall, on what was then the Botanic Garden grounds. When it was created, the fountain fused modern gas-lighting and cast-iron technologies with water and was intended to allegorically represent Light and Water. Bartholdi saw this work as symbolically appropriate for the modern city, and he hoped that many cities throughout the country would purchase castings. Actually only Reims, France, acquired one in 1885, and it is no longer extant. The gas lamps made the fountain a popular attraction since it was one of the first monuments in the city of Washington to be brightly illuminated at night. The lights surrounding the basin were added in 1886, and the round glass globes replaced the original gas fixtures when the fountain was fitted for electric lighting in 1915. During the 1927 relocation of the Botanic Garden, the fountain was dismantled and stored. In 1932, it was re-erected in its present location. The park where the fountain stands was renamed in honor of Frédéric Auguste Bartholdi in 1985. The Bartholdi Fountain was restored in 1986. The rusted supporting bolts and rods and the plumbing and wiring were replaced. Dozens of layers of paint were sandblasted from the cast-iron surface, which was then given a new protective coating. The fountain basins were repaired and leveled so that the water now falls evenly. The top coat of paint was renewed in 1996. Long-Evita-2 Evita drapery hardware installation by Helser Brothers Similar posts: fiamma awnings baby sun shade beach shades modest clothing fancy lamp shades blinds day steel frame canopies waterproof canopy tent |
LIGHTS AND SHADES : AND SHADES
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VENATION BLINDS. BLINDS
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Venation Blind Chloroplast Production; Venation and Nutrient Distribution; Toxicity I've fallen in love with my colocasia plant. Damaged in someone else's yard, the plant was rescued and given the care it needs to recover. The leaf in this drawing is its first new leaf and has been darkening in color. My limited knowledge of chloroplasts might draw me to the wrong conclusion, but I assume the initial leaf carries a fairly low amount of chlorophyll since chloroplasts are expensive for a plant to make. The leaf can now begin photosynthesis in earnest, providing enough energy and nutrients to allow the plant a greater amount of chlorophyll. Hence the darkening color. Another noticeable attribute of this plant is the venation in the leaves. There is a pronounced rib running vertically through the leaf, which branches out in to equally pronounced veins that run horizontally toward the edges of the leaf. In turn, you can plainly see smaller veins that can only be compared to veins of the body. The main ribs are arteries carrying nourishment toward the smaller arteries which then distribute nutrients through the smaller veins and capillaries that reach all the way toward the leaf's edge. It's an efficient and elegant distribution method. The presence of calcium oxalate crystals in the plant's cells mean this is a highly poisonous plant when ingested. Ignorant of that fact and too rushed to research, I took a chance and stuck my tongue in some of the plant's liquid to see if I could detect sweet glucose. About 20 minutes later, my tongue started hurting like hell, prompting me to (finally) research the toxicity of this plant. If boiled, the plant can be ingested harmlessly. Indeed, the nutrient-rich corms of the Colocasia esculenta are edible and sold frozen, bagged in its own juices, or canned. This toxicity would also clearly function as a protective defense mechanism. Leaf Venation I took this photo while I was sitting on the lawn in one area of the Changi Beach Park. I saw this dried leaf which reminded me of my Biology class way back in high-school. Our topic was 'Leaf Venation' and this leaf pretty much sums it all up. Similar posts: designview blinds parts graber solar shades bar canopies grass seed for shaded areas ez snap solar blinds carefree awnings parts window shutter styles how to measure lamp shades different shades of white paint |
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SHADE PULLS : SHADE
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