Marshall
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Tamme Marshall
United States
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Jim Marshal
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Marshall Alexa...
Netherlands
228 creative works found
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Also available on black
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It has been suggested that the original thank you cleveland design should be available with a nice chunky white outline so it can be purchased on a black t-shirt – the only colour any self respecting rock pig would be seen dead in. I’m kinda liking it on the new yellow too! Thanks to Kara for pointing this out!
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Robbie Marshall flipping his yz250. Camera – Canon EOS 400D Shutter Speed – 1/500 / Aperture – 5.0 / ISO 400 / exposure compensation +1 1/3
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Classic Icon of the music industry
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P.Hamilton on his AQHA Gelding Right Badger on an AQHA Ride in Tuscumbia,Alabama.Oct. 2008 *SOLD as a mounted Print to the owner/rider! /
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The view on a miserable, cold, frosty, misty day across the River Stour from the bridge on Mill Lane by White Mill between Shapwick and Sturminster Marshall, Dorset, England. This narrow (about 9’ [3m]) bridge covers a rather wide span of the river. The span is increased at this point by an extra loop of river cut out to flow under the mill, which stands behind me. The build allowed for small recesses (see shot) in the road between each arch to let pedestrians stand aside from traffic. White Mill bridge is described as ‘the oldest and most beautiful in the county’. There are references to the building of a ‘Bridge on the River Stour adjacent to the White Mill’ in the year 1175. An investigation into the foundations showed that the bridge stands on timber pilings. These have been carbon dated to the 12th C. The original arches were rebuilt in the 16thC. The bridge, built principally of heathstone and Purbeck stone, possesses eight arches, and has undergone extensive repairs in the 20thC, although the original oak piles still remain in place. It has never been widened, this may well be the result of its being of a generous width for a medieval bridge in the first place.
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There are references to the “Whitemill” (the building of ‘A Bridge on the River Stour adjacent to the White Mill) in the year 1175 and again in 1326. What is, perhaps, significant is that other places appear to have taken their names from Whitemill (Whitemill Farm, Whitemill Bridge) rather than the mill taking its name from the village. In 1326 we find a deed: “John Chyke to Peter le Boyt – all his tenements at Wytemull… together with part of his mill” which hints that the mill may once have been “Wytemull Mill”. It is possible that an earlier building on the site, presumably of timber framed construction, might have been limewashed. A more likely explanation ties in with the fact that a former chalk pit (now the car park) behind the mill, and that the west end of the building appears to stand on an artificial island made largely from chalk. So it wouldn’t just have been the mill that was white, the whole area would have been white from all the chalk. The mill was rebuilt in 1776 on much older foundations, on a site that is older still. The present mill worked under water power until 1866 when a severe winter flood breached the diversionary works in the river so severely that they were deemed beyond economic repair. By this time the miller was also the local baker so, rather than simply closing the mill, he converted one half of it to run from a portable steam engine in order to keep his bakehouse supplied with flour. Commercial milling however appears to have ended with the flood. With the retirement of the last miller, around the end of the Nineteenth century, the working life of the mill came to an end and the millstones came to rest. After the turn of the century, the tenancy changed hands a couple of times in quick succession and the building spent the next 85 years rotting away as little more than a farm shed. Whitemill, along with the rest of the Kingston Lacy estates, was bequeathed to the National Trust by Ralph Bankes in 1982, but it wasn’t until 1994 that the Trust found the resources (£300,000) to begin the painstaking conservation of the property. The body of the current mill is built of brick, but the Wheelchamber is of quality stone construction. This stonework dates, we are told, to sometime in the fourteenth century, around the period when the Duke of Lancaster held the manor as a grant from the King. It is clear that when it came to the 1776 re-build, the builders considered that the power-plant was good enough to retain even though the superstructure (probably timber framed) was ruined. This fourteenth century dating is reinforced by the discovery of timbers in the foundations, during the underpinning of the river end wall, which have been radio-carbon dated to the same era. It is probable that the current mill is simply the last in a long line of rebuilds on the same foundations.
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An old rusted wire cable sitting on top of a fence, at the site of an old wool scouring works along the Barwon River, Geelong. Taken just after dawn on a foggy morning. Pentax istDS Camera. An HDR image with three exposures bracketed and processed using Dynamic Photo HDR.
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Just something I decided to make out of boredom. No real deep purposeful meaning behind this one. Unless you of course find one, which I’d be happy to read. :)
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An afternoon of shoot with a friend, we actually came to this beach, called marshall beach. Loved the view of the water and the bridge. A must go to spot for any photographer!! Hope you enjoy!!
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This is the bridge at Sturminster Marshal in Dorset. / The river is the Stour, which rises in Wiltshire, and enters the sea at Christchurch/Mudeford. I am glad the horse riders were crossing the bridge, as it gives more of a country look, and adds scale to the picture. / I also added an extra layer and gave it a slight blur to give a sense of movement in the horses. Thank you for looking. / Hope you like it.
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This pump stands beside a farm dam on a property close to the Barwon River on a rather smoke affected, very foggy morning. Pentax istDS Camera. An HDR image with three exposures bracketed and processed using Dynamic Photo HDR. Please feel free to browse through my website: Phil Thomson IPA Photography I hope you enjoy the experience.
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My nod to a special artist and her musical apex.
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PHOTO BY DEB Camera: SONY A900; F-Stop: f/11; Exposure: 1/640 sec.; ISO Speed: 200; Focal Length: 70mm. The first lighthouse erected at Marshall Point to help mariners entering Port Clyde’s harbor or passing to the west into Muscongus Bay was a 20-foot high rubble-stone tower, the first keeper, John Watts, lived in a stone dwelliing attached to the lighthouse tower, the extant brick and granite lighthouse was built at a cost of $5,000.00 in 1857, the original dwelling was replaced in 1895 after it was destroyed by a lightning caused fire, the light was automated in 1971 and for several years the Coast Guard maintained a LORAN (long range navigation) station in the keeper’s house, in 1980 the station was closed and the house was boarded up, in 1986 the St. george Historical Society undertook the restoration of the house, it was completed in 1990 with the first floor of the house now containing the Marshall Point Lighthouse Museum. Fascinating Fact This lighthouse might be familiar to you from it’s brief appearance in the movie Forrest Gump, or from the children’s book Nellie The Lighthouse Dog. LIGHTHOUSE INFORMATION The Lighthouse – Handbook – New England (The Original Lighthouse Field Guide) By: Jeremy D’Entremont
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By Your Blue Flame
by Jim MarshalI pray beside your satin cheek / my lips an inch or so from yours / I’ve said this prayer for centuries / for a time I can’t fathom …
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The Silken Crane The silken crane / folds in the snowlight of sleep when it wakes we are looped in its prayer. I wake in her vapour / and praise her sweet wings. I know a horizon that bends to the music she sings. Love is longing, / growing like a choir of reeds / on the tender hairline / of speech. Its words I will wear / like ribbons of crystal / chiming in the rain when the sun weeps. A thousand thankyous to mimi yoon for lending me this breathtaking image!
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Pi Kappa Alpha was founded on Sunday evening, March 1, 1868 at the University of Virginia, beginning a great tradition of excellence. The Pi Kappa Alpha Fraternity strives to develop scholarship, leadership, community involvement, high ethical values, and most of all, brotherhood among its members. Pi Kappa Alpha includes 212 chapters and colonies throughout the United States and Canada. Pi Kappa Alpha has been ranked #1 or #2 in an independent survey for the past twelve years among all the other chapters in the U.S., Pi Kappa Alpha has also pledged and initiated more members in 1995-96 and 1996-97 than any other fraternity in the U.S. This Marshall University fraternity house was shut down in August of 2008 for burning furniture in the front yard of the house. Some of the Huntington residents found some humor in this story since there is a bright red fire truck in the yard. Location: Marshall University Frat House-Pi Kappa Alpha / 5th Avenue, Huntington, West Virginia. 2009 They sky was applied with Zenofex. NIKON D60 NIKOR VR 18-55 This photo was taken on the Scott Kelby’s Second Annual Worldwide Photo Walk in Huntington, West Virginia, July 18, 2009.
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These pretty cottages are in the beautiful villiage of Sturminster Marshall, Dorset, UK. / Where a fellow Redbubbler is so lucky to live. Unfortunately we didn’t get the chance to meet her, next time were in Dorset hopefully. It is such a picturesque little villiage. / Edited from RAW in Dynamic Photo HDR FREE DOWNLOAD 1 shot x 3 with Orton Effect. Then Texurised in CS3, and finished off in Picasa3 FREE DOWNLOAD / Thank you so much for looking.
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You’re blessed enough to have me / even though you don’t. / I’ll be your silver sea, you my blonde earth. / I know your time-trapped beauty, / your gracious urn. Your patience / is worth waiting for. Most couples meet in domes of flesh / and greet the sun, its naked rose. / But you and I are not like that, from inside / the temple comes the spire. / Tied to coloured stakes; immortal leaves, / shades of fire. (Jim Marshal)
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The Wonder That Is You
by Jim MarshalIn the shower this morning, a little tipsy from the waxing moon I was reminded mid-soap of that forgotten lens, hidden among the vines of…
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MY LIGHT ON THE SPECTRE THAT IS HAUNTING REDBUBBLE.
by Jim MarshalI did not come on to RB much over the weekend, nor yesterday as I was doing non-PC stuff but for the few brief moments I did, I sensed so…
I did not come on to RB much over the weekend, nor yesterday as I was doing non-PC stuff but for the few brief moments I did, I sensed something was amiss. Call me paranoid, or delusional, but even on an internet website, there are certain vibes that are as obvious as dogs’ balls. This place, energetically and psychically has felt, to me, like a graveyard these past few days but without the inherent peace. There has been a wave of chill, empty and uninhabited. I have always been one to avoid the dramas and bickering that can go on on these types of sites and will usually not even get myself up to speed on the latest debates. Admitting to myself however that I am, in some way, a part of this “community” I tried to educate myself about what’s happening with this issue about the closure of a bubbler’s account due to “inappropriateness”. I must say that I am unfamiliar with the work of both people involved and only have the “facts” to go by which I read in someone’s journal. Anything in life is potentially something to learn from, to perceive Power and how it plays out. There is, with all human dramas, a deeper cause, something that exists beyond appearances. All the time, we react to appearances, to what is on the surface. For instance; someone gets up at 6am and steps on a nail when they get out of bed. They then drive to the doctor to get a stitch and they get a speeding ticket. Then they go to work and find out they have been demoted. Dejected, they go downstairs to the cafeteria and someone bumps into them and they spill their coffee. Any other day, they would laugh it off. This day however, they launch a vitriolic no-holes-barred assault on this person and condemn them for every sin they have ever committed. To the person on the end of the assult, all they have is this isolated “Now” moment, it just appears, unsolicited, stark and direct. In that isolated “Now” moment, it is not apparent the history, the cause and effect that has led the other person to this moment. Here is where we enter a great paradoxical difficulty, for the person on the end of the barrage is receiving something out of proportion with the event, and with their own action. In other words, getting something that may be unwarranted in some way. Yet from the other person’s perspective, there day has become a whirlpool of circumstance, where the momentum gets progressively stronger to the point where things have become unstoppable. The words spoken, and the energy behind them, seem to have an existence of their own that extends beyond the speaker or the doer. In this way, how could we rightly say that something is unwarranted, since we are dealing now with something more like an Elemental force? Do we blame the sun for shining ot the wind for blowing? It is futile to try and punish the sun or the wind, yet that is exactly what we try to do with humans. It seems, in this situation, there must ultimately be a winner and a loser and in our current case we are assuming the winner is the one whose membership is intact. From what I have seen, the vast majority of reactions on here are in sympathy for the “loser”, an outrage at the injustice. RB is usually a very free place where people can use colourful language, express emotions even the dark ones and can interact with other souls on a conceptual, word-based level. Yet there is also a level we interact beyond words, we are connected in subtle ways also, energetically. The same magnetic attraction-repulsion laws apply here as they do in physical reality and we may be able to learn from them in a similar way. I do not have a solution, not even an opinion. This is not because I am a fence sitter, but because in this type of scenario it is futile to “take sides”. All I can say is, RB has highlighted a problem that exists across the board in human society and it is not only connected to authority (daddy scolding me for stepping out of line by taking away my membership) but it also is how we split “Now” into fragments, when actually Now is one long constant moment (which paradoxically is also quite short). When you were born, it was Now. When you die, it will be Now. And where you find yourself this very moment is not some different, exotic moment but rather it is the exact same moment as when you were born and when you will die. You will not die “over there” in some forgotten niche of consciousness that is “way off in the distance” and so can be forgotten about or pushed aside. This is the great Illusion that puts us in a trance and allows us to be so easily controlled. A divided house is easy prey. Only seeing beyond this illusion grants us freedom and soverignty, and it only comes about if you are sincerely prepared to unlearn what you have been taught, whatever the cost. In truth, the moment you die will be a moment very much the same as this one you are living right now. The fear of death is not a natural condition, it has been inseminated into humans since “civilisation” (slavery) was founded. Someone who is afraid of dying will split all his Now moments up into discrete categories; now I am eating chocolate cake, now I am fighting my brother, now I am voting for Labour, now I am watching telly, now I am studying for my biology exam, now I am hating Sylvia, now I am loving Max, now I am seeking pleasure, now I am avoiding pain…. and somewhere, way off, though I will pretend it is on a different plane… now I am dying. The result of this segmentation of ourself is extremely tragic, though not many see the full extent of its effects. For every time we identify with something different and say, for instance “I am a feminist” or “I like girls” or “I get sad when I watch the news”, we set up in ourselves a resistance to the rest of ourselves. But the shocking part is that each time we “identify” we do not just change our mood like changing gears in our car. Instead each “identity” is a complete being state, right down to the anatomical level. You look in the mirror when you are depressed and then on another day when you are happy, you will see in your body the way you hold tension and breath have produced two entirely different people Where is the constant “I” that we are told we are? It is not there! As circumstances change, so do we. So how could we honestly expect Red Bubble to see that this person, when she made a remark to someone that held an obvious connection to the situation to her but not to someone else, how could we expect the administrators to see the long version of Now playing out in her life? It was the short version that got her into trouble, and that is what society rewards and punishes with people, the short fragmented stunted expressions of Self, the tiny particles of human expression and not the vast mythic Mural of each individual life-form. How could Red Bubble, being a part of this conditioned way of perceiving Now, possibly see it any differently? All instituitions, even the “free” ones are still institutions and they reflect not the sanity of Heaven but the schizophrenia of society.
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Kissed by a Dolphin
by Jim MarshalOnce a Bear and a Dolphin became aware of one another and it was a most strange scenario. She would cry out in joy several times in one h…
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