Birthplace
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I made this last year. It is still one of my favorite works. Thanks for looking! Vonne
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This is my first addition to the International Collaboration Train project… / Jump on!
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A fact never to be underestimated – someone, out there, may still call this their birthplace. It captured my attention while in the car on my way south. A short walk on the gravel road is all it took to reach the old house that parted with its best years sometime in the last millennium. That colour, the textures of decaying wood, rusting roof and the remains of the dead tree, fallen where it lived, still searching with its long fingers for the occupants, long gone. I was mesmerised by the scene. There is something profoundly sad about the remains of buildings, any kind of ruins. Is it because they remind us of the inevitable and our disposability in this world. And all the usual questions: how old is it, who lived in it, and will it make it to the next autumn or even next week? Time to go, I had better move. The sky of ‘I mean business’ colour has been gathering strength for a while. Its forward party already seized the strategic heights from the playful patches of the late afternoon sun. When it hits, it will hit hard. On the way back, just one more look … enough time to take another breath of impressions, to treasure, and an image to share, with you.
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Helen Keller’s birthplace cottage is situated east of the main house and consists of a large room with a lovely bay window and playroom. Originally, the small “annex” was an office for keeping the plantation’s books. When Captain Arthur H. Keller brought his bride, Kate Adams (the bride of his second marriage), home to Ivy Green the office was daintily re-furnished and fitted for them as a bridal suite. Later, the cottage would serve as living quarters for Helen and her teacher, Anne Sullivan. The home and museum room are decorated with much of the original furniture of the Keller family. Each is highlighted by hundreds of Miss Keller’s personal mementos, books and gifts from here lifetime of travel and lectures in 25 countries for the betterment of the world’s blind and deaf-blind. Of particular note is her complete library of Braille books and her original Braille typewriter. The entire estate is nestled under a cooling canopy of English boxwoods (over 150 years old), magnolia, mimosa, and other trees, accented by roses, honeysuckle, smilax, and an abundance of English Ivy (for which the estate receives its name). Location is Tuscumbia, Alabama
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The mighty Murray River at Corowa, New South Wales, Australia.
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Have not been able to find anything on-line about this. But it is sitting in front of the entrance to Helen keller’s home. march 18, 2008 / ive green / tuscumbia, al
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Thank You Louise for buying Birthplace!!!
by RavenSoulLouise / She bought 6 cards and made my day!!! / !http://images-2.redbubble.net/img/art/c…
Louise / She bought 6 cards and made my day!!! /
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Shakespeare’s birthplace, Stratford Upon Avon Warwickshire. / This black and white timber building houses remnants of the poet and Playwright / Shakespeare. The town is thronging with tourists every season and is one of the most visited sites in the UK. They have stopped all traffic in the street here which helps conserve the buildings. The property has a very beautiful garden with shrubs and trees still in evidence from the time of Shakespeare.
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Casterton - "Birthplace of the Kelpie" (dedicated to Timbah)
by Kristy LeeThis will be a long one because it’s about my most beloved thing in the world… / Anyone who knows me really well knows my love of dogs. ...
This will be a long one because it’s about my most beloved thing in the world… / Anyone who knows me really well knows my love of dogs. And in particular – Australian Kelpies. / A certain little kelpie named Timbah being my very favourite of them all. Anyhow, I digress, one of my heroes is the man who discovered and bred the first Kelpies. A stockman by the name of Jack Gleeson. / On my recent trip up the Great Ocean Road, whilst in Portland I realised I was only an hour and a half from Casteron – ‘the birthplace of the Kelpie’ In Casteron, the original Kelpie was born in 1871, coming from a pair of black and tan Collies imported from Scotland. / Now, George Robertson, the owner of these dogs did not want to sell any of his female pups from the stock. / A man named Jack Gleson desperately wanted one however. On seeing this pup, he had to have her. / So in the middle of the night, a nephew of George Robertson took one of the pups his uncle had given him down to the river to meet with Jack Gleeson in secret and trade this special little pup for Jack Gleeson’s stockhorse which the boy had been after for sometime. / Gleeson named the pup ‘Kelpie’ meaning; ‘a malignant water spirit’ / Shortly after this, Jack Gleeson left the distrtict and mated Kelpie with other working dogs along the way…and so the breed became ‘Kelpie’ In Casterton, each year in June there is a huge Kelpie Muster & Festival / But, if you visit any other time of year, there are the ‘Kelpie Trails’ you can walk which take you on a tour of the town and the very spot where Jack Gleeson first met his Kelpie pup. There are some statues along the way so, of course, I had to take some happy snaps… The following poem is an excerpt from the book The Stockmen by Rachael Treasure / originally written by Casterton poet Peter Dowsley. Kelpie A tear rolled down Jack Gleeson’s cheek / For the son he’d never see, / For the dogs he’d never work again, / And what he knew they could be. He’d ridden all the eastern states, / And bred a strain of dogs, in time; / Now he was about to die, / A stockman cut down in his prime. He left his wife and unborn child / And his dogs already famed / His black and tan sheep dog bitch / After which a breed was named… It all started on the Warrock run / Where Jack saw dogs that could work sheep, / Collies brought from Scotland / And a pup he wished to keep. George Robertson wouldn’t sell her, / Not to Jack or anyone. / “When you’ve got dogs like this,” he said, / “They pass them father on to son.” But he gave one to a nephew / Who didn’t follow in that course, / He knew Jack Gleeson pretty well / And had a liking for his horse. He said he’d swap the dog / For Gleeson’s stockhorse tall and stout, / By the old Glenelg at midnight / To save his uncle finding out. And so down by the river / On an eerie moonlit night, / When the Red Gums touch the water / And the yellow-belly bite, Jack Gleeson sat there waiting / With the stockhorse on a lead, / Listening to the tippling waters / And the roos and emus feed. Then a rustling from the bushes / Sent a shiver down his spine, / He looked up to see a horseman pause, / Then wave a knowing sign. So Jack rode on towards the ford, / Where Warrock met Dunrobin run, / They exchanged the pup and stockhorse / And the midnight deal was done. Both horsemen rode off quietly / Through the fast descending fog, / Until Jack stopped above the river / To take a good look at his dog. The sky was clear as crystal / And cold air made him shiver / As the full moon cast his shadow / Down across the fogbound river. His thoughts turned back to Ireland, / Of haunted fords and streams, / By the spectre they called Kelpie / And how it filled his early dreams. He could hear a horse at canter / As he fixed a thoughtful gaze / On the tops of lifeless Red Gums / Jutting out above the haze. He glanced down at the pup / Who picked her ears up at his sight, / Then smiled, called her “Kelpie”, / And rode off into the night. Perhaps he knew Jack Gleeson’s Kelpie / Would be known throughout the land, / Her descendants strong-willed working dogs / Just as the stockman planned. Jack headed north with Kelpie / And broke her in along the way, / A station north of Cootamundra / Was where he’d find the work to stay. As he crossed the Murrumbidgee / He met Coonambil Station’s boss. / It was here Jack mated Keplie / With a Collie dog called Moss. From Forbes to Yarrawonga, / Kelpie’s pups would show their guile, / In the woolshed, on the paddocks / With mobs of thousands or at trial. They became, simply, Kelpies, / Sought for their desire to work, / For their pride, for their intelligence, / With so little that they shirk. Now if you’re heading into Casterton / And the sky is crystal clear, / Make a stop down by the river / And if you’re quiet you will hear A whistle through the Red Gums, / A mob of sheep take flight, / Then horses’ hooves and barking / Will echo through the night. But there is no horseman out there, / No real dogs or running sheep, / Just Jack Glesson working Kelpie, / A spectre Casterton will keep. ________ Thank you Casteron..and Jack Gleeson. For my beautiful, courageous, intelligent and loyal best friend, / TIMBAH
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The Murray River at Corowa, New South Wales, Australia.
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The John Foord Bridge spans the Murray River from Corowa, New South Wales to neighbouring Wahgunyah in Victoria, Australia.
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photographic montage in photoshop. inspiration: “at one time I was a bird” (Ulle & kathleen)
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Granny Scholz, the mid-wife who delivered “The greatest batsman the world has ever known” Sir Donald Bradman on 27th August 1908, operated a small private hospital in the front room of this building at 89 Adams Street, Cootamundra, New South Wales, Australia.
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A local interest here is Ivy Green, the birthplace of Helen Keller Built in 1820 only one year after Alabama became the 22nd State of the Union, Ivy Green is a simple, white clapboard home design in typical Southern architecture. The main house is of Virginia cottage construction, with four large rooms on the first floor bisected by a wide hall. Each room boasts an individual fireplace. Upstairs are three rooms connected by a hall. Having survived untouched through the ravages of the Civil War, Ivy Green is maintained to the smallest detail in its original state. Since 1954 Helen Keller’s birthplace has been a permanent shrine to the “miracle” that occurred in a blind and deaf seven-year old girl’s life. At that time Ivy Green was placed on the National Register of Historic Places.
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Ashburnham Road, Greenwich, London, England. Novelist
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Rock & Roll Hall of Fame – Cleveland, OH
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Courthouse, Police Station and Lock-up Located on the beautiful New England Tablelands of northern NSW, Tenterfield is a small town, 700kms north of Sydney and 270km south-west of Brisbane. Gold was discovered in the area in 1858 and by 1860, with a population of just 133, Tenterfield bragged a Post Office, Courthouse, Police Station, Anglican Church and bank. In 1889, Sir Henry Parks (the then Premier of NSW) gave his Federation speech from the School of Arts in Tenterfield, a speech which initiated the Commonwealth of Australia (Declared in 1901).
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watercolour and a dip pen. This a violin town, birthplace of Stradivari.
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Shakesperae’s Birthplace in the snow. Put this pic for a nice contrast, I found this the other day, the first picture I painted.
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I was overcome with a wave of nostalgia for the birthplace of my photography when I uploaded this photo to JPG Magazine’s ‘Surroundings’ theme.
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Copyright © 2008 John Powell. / All Rights Reserved. Best Viewed Large Shakespeare was born and raised in Stratford-upon-Avon, producing most of his known works there between 1590 and 1613. Shakespeare was a respected poet and playwright in his own day, but his reputation did not rise to its present heights until the nineteenth century.
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