no really i need to know
is this the real life, or is this canada
Go check out his other work on dA, it’s amazing stuff!
Obit of the Day: “I’m Not a Female, I’m a Photographer”
In 1942, Helen Brush Jenkins was hired by the L.A. Daily News. It was supposed to last a week. She would last twelve years.
The wife of Daily News photographer, Gil Brush, Mrs. Brush (later Mrs. Jenkins) was encouraged by her husband to get a position at the paper while he was serving in World War II.
When she went to the paper to apply for a photography job an editor told her, “We don’t have any females here.” She replied, “I’m not a female, I’m a photographer.” She was given one week to prove her ability. She was still on staff in 1954 when the Daily News shut its doors.
As the only female photojournalist in L.A.* she had to deal with issues that her male colleagues did not. When covering a minor league baseball game, her editor told her not to wear a tight sweater as it might prove to be a distraction. Simply being a woman was distraction enough and one manager said, “it was hard to play baseball with this pretty girl running around the field.”
Eventually, Mrs. Jenkins photography would become more important than her clothing choices. In 1953, Life magazine printed a photo she had taken of the birth of her own child - “Mother Photographs Her Minute-Old Baby.” (Note: This photograph reminded OOTD of a similar shot taken by Wayne Miller.)
Two years earlier, Mrs. Jenkins earned an exclusive with her rooftop shot of “Atomic Dawn.” At 5:25 a.m. on February 1, 1951 the then-largest atomic explosion was scheduled to for Las Vegas, Nevada. She headed to the roof of the Daily News building and was the only photographer in the city to capture the moment when L.A. seemed to have an early dawn. It made the front page.
Beyond that Mrs, Jenkins took thousands of photographs simply documenting city life. But when the News shut down in 1954 so did Mrs. Jenkins’ photojournalism career.
Helen Brush Jenkins, who met her husband while working at Sid Grauman’s (of Chinese Theater fame) Hollywood Roller Bowl where she performed and taught roller skating, died on June 12, 2013 at the age of the 94.
(Images, all courtesy of the LA Times: Top, Mrs. Jenkins with President Harry Truman during a whistlestop; bottom left, Mrs. Jenkins’ photo of the birth of her baby in 1953 that would end up in Lifemagazine; bottom right, The Feb. 1, 1951 photo of “Atomic Dawn” taken by Mrs. Jenkins from the roof of the Daily News building)
* Mrs. Jenkins believes she was the only female news photographer in the U.S. and Europe when she was hired.
For more great stories of photographers and their work check out Obit of the Day’s Photography page.
Australian WWI poster (1916)
Jeez Germany you didn’t even fucking try to be creative with your naming
Makes you wonder what Germany was going to rename America and Britain and New Zealand…
New New Germany, New New New Germany and New New New New Germany.
I find Kaisermania very inspired, though.
Something that really gets my goat? Chainmail. It’s simply mail or chain. Maille, Norman French, just means chain. Saying chain mail means ‘chain chain’.
Ever since I realized Sherwood Forest literally means Forest Forest Forest, redundancy doesn’t really faze me.
theres something wrong with your door
have you tried turning it off and on again
have you tried unplugging it and plugging it back in again
have you tried blowing on it
have you disengaged the external inertial dampener
You just brought in the entire Star Trek fandom with that last one
“We went to Kineshma, that’s in Ivanovo region, to visit his parents. I went as a heroine and I never expected someone to welcome me, a front-line girl, like that. We’ve gone through so much, we’ve saved lives, lifes of mothers, wives. And then… I heard accusations, I was bad-mouthed. Before that I’ve only ever been “dear sister”… We had tea and my husband’s mother took him aside and started crying: “Who did you marry? A front-line girl… You have two younger sisters. Who’s going to marry them now?” When I think back to that moment I feel tears welling up. Imagine: I had a record, I loved it a lot. There was a song, it said: you have the right to wear the best shoes. That was about a front-line girl. I had it playing, and [his?] elder sister came up and broke it apart, saying: you have no rights. They destroyed all my photos from the war… We, front-line girls, went through so much during hte war… and then we had another war. Another terrible war. The men left us, they didn’t cover our backs. Not like at the front.” from С.Алексеевич “У войны не женское лицо”
In Soviet Union women participating in WWII were erased from history, remaining as the occasional anecdote of a female sniper or simply as medical staff or, at best, radio specialists. The word “front-line girl” (frontovichka) became a terrible insult, synonimous to “whore”. Hundreds thousand of girls who went to war to protect their homeland with their very lives, who came back injured or disabled, with medals for valor, had to hide it to protect themselves from public scorn.
A rhinoceros charges the photographer in Africa, May 1910.
Photograph by A. Dugmore, National Geographic
That Green Lantern one will do, thanks. :)
The last one, omg <3
i love rings like this
Kinda glad they moved the reblog button now… But I WANT THE ONE RING OKAY?!
These are the nerdiest most beautiful rings on the planet!!!!!
The TARDIS rings though oh my god!
I WANT THEM ALL OMFG
oh god WANT
Photos of Patrick Stewart doing things.
(All photos: @SirPatStew)
I’m just going to quietly put him in my list of ‘old men I want to be like when I grow up’
Its a… lengthy list…
That fucking ball-pit picture is just…
I think I read a fanfic about it long time ago…
Because it was always a headcanon for me ;)))
JAMES BOND IS A FUCKING TIMELORD! PLEASE TELL ME THERE IS FIC