Of the thousands of images that photographer Michael Galinsky took in malls during the summer of 1989, this one really seems to strike a nerve, but not necessarily because of the big bangs and acid-washed leggings, he says.
Although less well known to tourists, the woman named Tjat who appears in the chapel wall decoration within this tomb at Beni Hasan has been mentioned frequently in scholarly works on the Middle Kingdom. Despite the frequent mentions, other than one article by William Ward, no one has focused much attention on her. She clearly played an important role in Khnumhotep’s household, as she is shown three times in his tomb: in close proximity to Khnumhotep himself in the fowling scene, with Khnumhotep’s wife and daughters in a funerary cult meal scene, and inside the shrine, next to the doorway and a distance behind Khnumhotep’s daughters.
I don't know what it is about the Hobby of Gravestone Rubbing. Maybe it is being in a cemetery that brings a since of excitement, or maybe it is taking down a little piece of history, hopefully your family's history.
Where I live there are amazing towns nearby with such historical places to visit like a Wisconsin Concrete Park. I never knew this park existed until one day we were taking a drive to Phillips, Wisconsin a town about an hour from where i live.
“Railway Track & Structures Streetcars return to Salt Lake City, Dec. 8 Railway Track & Structures S Line cars will feature a distinctive white and silver design that reflects the area's industrial heritage.”
Most of Storyville, the red-light district that existed along Basin Street near the French Quarter between 1897 and 1917, was torn down to make way for the Iberville public housing development before World War II. However, most of Iberville’s large brick buildings are now being demolished, allowing archaeologists and other scholars to take another look at Storyville’s history.
The district of bars and brothels took its name from Alderman Sidney Story, sponsor of an 1897 ordinance that limited prostitution to the area between North Robertson and Basin streets, and from Iberville to St. Louis streets.
Once these stores and factories sold the stuff of children's dreams, but now that they lie abandoned—filled with decaying displays and disembodied doll heads—they are more likely to inspire nightmares.
We may try to control it, but nature really can't be tamed. Case in point -- these hungry, hungry trees munching on everything from signs, to cars to entire buildings. (These trees eat things. Seriously.