The Statue of David created by the magnificent Michelangelo (1501 - 1504) is as we know a huge Tourist attraction when walking through the Galleria dell' Accademia, in Florence, Italy. With pun intended, the Statue of David is larger than life standing three times the size of man at 17 feet (5.1 meters) tall. He was carved out of one unwanted single colossal block of marble. One man's trash was turned into a treasure for Michelangelo that was carved into a masterpiece that planted the 29 year old's reputation solidly.
As many may not realize due to David's uncensored and massive size, he is know as a Biblical Hero. When not being distracted, you may notice clues of who he truly was. Clinching a sling over his left shoulder and clutching a rock in his right hand gives it all away that David was about to come head to head with the vicious giant Goliath. David obviously being the underdog before bringing down Goliath now is famed for his heroic feat.
Though pictured here isn't the actual Statue of David, he has a history of events that the marble statue has gone through during the centuries of his existence. Much too long to list here, possibly this blurb will inspire you to further read about an epic creation who's story isn't quite over yet!
I was gifted this old beautiful Porcelain Doll from a friend that had her kept away in her Sister's basement for several years. She's an amazing conditions other than some age old dust and a few markings that shouldn't be an issue to clean off.
Apparently my friend's Sister has been wanting to rid the doll for quite some time being that her vacant stare was making her feel uneasy. I think she is quite beautiful as she stands three feet tall with a gorgeous blue Victorian era dress.
I'm trying to find out how old she is and who the maker is for there isn't any markings, tags or numbers I have seen as of late. As I clean her up, I might find something. She looks to be from the KB Collection due to the soft look of her angelic face as well as the style and embellishments on her long layered Victorian dress. Also her name is undefinable, so we opted to call her Liza until I find out who she really is.
Hmmm... Retail is so quick to get you in the store and make a fast buck that they cannot take the time to check the garments that you purchase. Associate #442975, you left the Sensor Tag on! BONEHEAD!!!
There's an unknown story that lies within this Fiat 2000 Spider that's been parked in her final resting spot for over two decades. A story that hasn't ended quite yet and when it does, we will not know until it happens.
For starters, it was extremely difficult to capture a clear photograph inside this Spider. Blurriness and glares would prevent me from shooting a shot that would qualify as being somewhat decent. The property and house was occupied with many Spirits and Apparitions. Nothing bad of course, yet very inquisitive of my presence. We have captured orbs outside next to me and in the attic along with figure like images in a few windows.
This classic car was owned and driven by a young man who lived with his parents and younger sister. Never falling in love himself, he was caught up in the evolution of insanity. Always an Usher and never a Groom. He had even caught the Bride's garter once which indicated he was next to marry. This never proved to be true and by no means did it ever happen. As you're reading this, that garter still hangs from the rear view mirror of the Fiat 2000 Spider wasting away along with the vehicle itself.
There has been recent activity on the property where this car sits, but nothing has changed except for a few "No Trespassing" signs posted and a small solar light placed near the front porch. The car and many Spirits and Apparitions still remain waiting for the final chapter of the story that may never culminate.
Spend this time with your family, friends and loved ones as it should be.
And for the record... Today marks the first official day when Santa's Elves are out in full force to recognize if you are all being Naughty or Nice. Just ask the Elf on the Shelf. They are making a list and will be checking it twice, so be good for goodness sake!
The choke is open and the ignition switch on. A press of a button and the gargling sound of the massive diesel engine fires up spewing jet black smoke through her exhaust stacks. Throwing her into gear, she jerks ever so slowly into a forward roll on the broken asphalt. Just a matter of minutes before she's on the road in high gear for the long haul across America with a load of cargo that keeps our country running.
Stashed away for safe Keeping
Someone is hiding this late 1960's Autocar Semi in the woods far behind their house in hopes to restore her. Everything intact and in fine condition. This semi even looks like as if it would start on first try. Let's hope to see her rolling down the interstate once again!
I train myself to be myself, like no other. To do not what others say or what others do, for to suit what others think is right for me. I am free to be myself for only myself, simply just to please me. Not for others to decide what's wrong or right on how I should be. I'm on my own rails, my own tracks that will lead me to my own destination.
Abigail was bullied and chastised throughout her young life by classmates, teachers and neighbors that it was too much for her to bear. It was on the morning of her sixteenth birthday when she walked in despair through the open fields to the one and only tree standing. As Abigail hiked her dress up slightly to advance and climb the tree, she shimmied out on the strongest limb and sat for a moment.
Abigail looked around the field one last time as the tears were rolling down her soft rosy cheeks and vowed that whoever comes and touches this tree will be cursed and for certain die a violent death. And so, she tied a noose and placed it around her neck and jumped.
To this day if anyone touches the tree where Abigail hung herself, they have soon after suffered a horrific illness and passed away. Yet, skeptics not believing the legend test it's real worth that's held in the balance of whether or not they should pursue. The legend of the tree is true and has no mercy for anyone.
Today marks the 42nd Anniversary that we lost the Edmund Fitzgerald
On this day in 1975 the U.S.S. Edmund Fitzgerald sank in Lake Superior during a storm that created waves too intense for the Freighter to endure. All 29 Crew Member perished as the Edmund Fitzgerald snapped in half and plummeted to the lake's bottom. This Freighter in her day was the largest, fastest and could carry the heaviest loads to sail the Great Lakes as her remains are the largest to lay to rest today.
This magnificent disaster has intrigued many as it did the legendary Folk Singer Gordon Lightfoot who read an article entitled: "The Cruelest Month" shortly after the incidence on November 24, 1975. This article inspired Gordon Lightfoot to write the timeless hit: "The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald."
Don't be frightened by my Black Cat nor his name "Voodoo"
Discard what rumors or superstitions you've heard.
Today is "National Black Cat Day"
As you already know Black Cats this time of year decorate many thresholds and windows for Halloween to spook those who fear this majestic creature. Appreciate and adore these feline friends and give them the love they deserve and rid the negative reputation old lore once gave them.
National Black Cat Day is a day to turn that bad reputation around.
Is an International Organization of families who own and enjoy the recreational use of motorhomes. These motorhomes are usually converted and customized buses that can withstand long lasting touring and endure many years of recreational pleasure.
Though like everything, they don't last forever as thousands and thousands of miles bring ware and fatigue to the vehicle. Like this 1970 Motor Coach Industries (MCI) model MC-7 or better known as the "Super 7" she lay to rest at her final destination.
Sometimes structures are too massive to demolish. This structure is no exception after an entire concrete facility was demolished and hauled away due to contaminated ground. Everything that is except this colossal mass of concrete.
To see what the facility looked when abandoned, click here:
My last image of her a year to the day of what was once an iconic Urban Explorer's paradise. Though in despair and dying, she was filled with an angry life that told a story forever changing on her walls. Her fiery heart bursted and burned leaving nothing but the mere memory of her enraged beauty.
So, walking through a vestibule of a major department store the other day, a little Boy around the age of eight years pointed to this and asked his Mother: "Mommy, what is that?" When the Mother replied "A Telephone." The Boy was completely perplexed and confused not comprehending how this could possibly be a phone being he was only accustomed to Smart Phones. There were too many contraptions with buttons, wires and gadgets to be a phone. The Boy continued walking out of the store with his eyes looking over his shoulder affixed to the pay phone!
New Jersey is one of two states in the US that we don't pump our own gasoline, the other state is Oregon. Now, at any given time I can pull up to this one particular gas station and be the only vehicle there wondering if they are truly open. I'lI turn the engine off and it could take anywhere from five to seven minutes before I see the one and only Station Attendant who's there from sunrise to sunset emerge from God only knows where to assist my needs.
I know he wasn't Rotating Tires nor Winterizing cars for it's way too early in the season. He couldn't have possibly be making any oil changes, because there wasn't any vehicles in the garage bays. Where did he come from? Not even from the cheap lawn chair sitting next to the electric heater.
Yet, whenever he comes around, he always has a smile on his face saying "Good Day!' and chats a mile a minute bringing a laugh or two. His subtle charm and grace that makes you forget the inconvenience of waiting so long when pulling up to the pump!