A few nice men fitness images I found:
Beagle Ball group, flashlight photo taken at townhall
Image by National Library of Ireland on The Commons
Beagle Balls were always great sport, and I am sure that this one was no exception. Finding the location for this one may not be too difficult, but which Beagles and from where might be a different matter. Following beagles demands a high level of fitness and persistence, and these people look like they participate on a regular basis. Not one of them looks overweight. Bring back the beagles I say, jolly good show!
The consensus is that this image was taken at Waterford’s town hall, and captured a tradition that continued at least into the 1940s. By that time, as per this entry on the Visit Waterford website, the physicality of a group of ball-goers was put to use in freeing some of those affected by a building collapse and landslide. While 9 of their city-men did not survive, we salute the efforts of the beaglers!
Photographer: A. H. Poole
Collection: Poole Photographic Studio, Waterford
Date: c.15 February 1935
NLI Ref: POOLEWP 4073
You can also view this image, and many thousands of others, on the NLI’s catalogue at catalogue.nli.ie
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A design story – The Happy Witch Kite — A Thing Of Beauty (after #marketsprint 2)
Image by Julian Partridge
The #7leveldesign Desirable Behaviour I’ve achieved here is definitely this beautiful kite flying incredibly well, which certainly felt amazing, but it was about much more than just the kite: It was the whole experience.
Of leaving the front door carrying the kite struggling with it in the wind. Catching the attention of the mum across the road with her little boy who’d said, That’s so cool! Of walking the mile or so up to the heath, seeing smiles as I went – that pretty blonde lady in a car looking at the Witch as she turned into the heath road past me. Of walking up the horse track to the top of The Hill. Of unpacking the kite whilst greeting dog walkers milling around there, trying not to get too anxious about leadless dogs mauling my delicate creation that I’d just put days of energy into [there were half a dozen or so with a couple of incursions – one went straight for my half eaten twix in my kiting holdall] and then the build up: attaching the tail, attaching line, preparing my camera and then – here goes! All or nothing! Lifting the kite into the wind, holding the string and the belly line together, feeling it pull. It’s stable! Let it go more. It ducks and dives but it’s still stable! Let it go some more. The kite is getting higher. Let it go some more. The kite gets higher again. Let it go faster now. The string is sliding through my hands. It’s starting to burn. Change grip. Put fingers through the tubes. Let the tube of line spin fast. The kite’s soaring higher and higher and higher, my fingers burning burning. Keep it going keep it going keep it going. Up up up up. The line is fully paid out now [god experience had led me to tie the string to the cardbard tube before I had wound it on the other day! – smart move, Julian ;)]
The kite is pulling really hard and it’s so stable – it’s just standing up there! It’s brilliant!! I don’t need to attend to the line. Attach to the horse railing. Stand back. Think to myself: Look at that! What a brilliant result! First time perfect! Shout out: YAAAYYYYYYY. Julian’s very happy. It’s a glorious sunny day, on this beautiful hill. What a fantastic day to fly a kite!
Two men are now talking together a bit further down the hill from me, and looking at the kite flying high. A lady comes up to me and asks: Is it a Chinese kite? No, I say, I made it – it’s a witch flying on a broomstick. Oh yes, I see that now, she says admiringly [in a half motherly sort of way].
More dog walkers pass me by. A man comes up to where I’m standing and says: That’s cheating – you’re supposed to hold the line! I can’t believe my luck, I say, in agreement, What a fantastic day!, I exclaim very happily. Yes, it’s a great day for flying kites, he returns, and walks on smiling.
A brightly keen looking older man with a walking stick appears on the kite side of the horse rail [I think he’d made a fast crossing over the field when he’d spotted me, this stranger flying a huge black kite on the hill, during his afternoon constitutional] – filled with fond boyhood memories of similar things – and starts talking to me. He talks of his childhood. He talks of flying a boxkite (the kind used for sea rescues, packed in a tube for easy launching), how it got lost over the trees to our right, how he and his friends raced makeshift boxcars down the hill road and how it’s too busy to do this safely now – that there was no traffic in his day. He talks of national service – you’re too young you missed doing national service, he says to me quite correctly. I would like to have done it, i say. he says it was terrible for him: he was posted to the Yemen after the second world war. I lived for three months in a hole, he explains. He tells me a story about helping waring, deluded Yemen farmers irrigate their land. [a very interesting observation on the value of outsiders seeing things fresh and authentically: breakthrough impact for enterprise] I’ll tell you some Arabic, he says: Ma-aa-sallama. Goodbye and god bless! Ma-aa-sallama, I repeat, liking his lesson. And you must never show the sole of your foot to them, he says. I ask his name. Richard, he says, what’s yours? Julian, I tell him. Good to have met you, Richard! Ma-aa-sallama, he generously greets me over his shoulder as he parts. Get that boxkite out flying again!, I joke, as he walks away back down off our hill.
Everybody loves kites.
The more the teapot is used, the more beautiful it becomes; the more beautiful it is perceived to be, the more the teapot is enjoyed and used. — Yixing artisan folklore
In this exquisitely petite and precise red-brown earthenware pot, the green tea seems Greener. its smell smells More Aromatic. You! The Tea Maker, The Host and Tea Drinker. Pot Owner, Buyer, and Judge of its Value: Your mood is clearly more at peace with this Thing in your life, than without.
The teapot’s users, seduced, sit up, eyes wide, involuntarily expressing their attraction, smile serenely, watching and being watched, telling nice stories that serve to surround this thing of beauty in a climate of high esteem. The whole picture – the product, its use, the users themselves and their places and times of its usages, all things touched by these events – becomes more beautiful.
The functional breakdown of its fitness for purpose shows exquisite completeness. The lid seals tightly so the tea is brewed losing none of its essences. The spout pours smoothly so the tea making ritual is uncluttered and waste-free. The body absorbs heat shock and breathes, giving longevity. The material reacts with the tea residues to compliment the flavour while maintaining itself in a hygienic state, and the passage of time in constant use continues its process of manufacture, enhancing its presentation and etching into itself its own design for uniqueness: more than just achieving a proportional balance in the forms of its parts, the whole is forming a personal, life-long and cherished, spiritual relationship with its keeper.
See also #jzerotest
Image by Daniel Sallai
This is my personal trainer Ben Sellers.
I’d never done a Fitness type shoot before so he let me do his sponsor shoot. I’m pretty happy with the Images considering It’s my first time using off camera flash.
The mans a weapon!