完整版本: Kathy's pics
At 2004/2/7 London Gathering
Royal Ascot 1
Royal Ascot 2
Royal Ascot 3
Royal Ascot 4
冰糖葫蘆
cross stitch
The 319 shooting suspect
Said Business School, Oxford
Opium place, Oxford
拍得不错。said school 从外面看起来简直稀松平常，每次经过的时候甚至都不大留意，没想到里面看起来还是有点味道。相机好像也很好吧。
Thanks matrix. The camera in question is Sony DSC S70.
So did you make it to Snowdonia in the end?
A bit more info about the Said design & architecture below.
I love touring university campuses and libraries, but unfortunately didn't get a chance to see much of Said's interior this time around.
http://www.guardian.co.uk/arts/critic/feat...,641831,00.html
When worlds collide
Jonathan Glancey is seduced by echoes of ancient Rome and the Persian empire amid Oxford's dreaming spires
Monday December 10, 2001
The Guardian
Oxford is, famously, a city of dreaming spires. But a ziggurat? A newcomer to the Oxford skyline, the ziggurat is the copper-clad, stepped tower of the Said Business School designed by Jeremy Dixon and Ed Jones, architects of the Royal Opera House conversion and the subtle extension of the National Portrait Gallery, both in central London. The Oxford ziggurat, says Jones, is based on the tower of Nicholas Hawksmoor's brooding St George's Church in Bloomsbury. Which is, in turn, derived from the form of the legendary Temple of Halikarnassos - in modern-day Turkey, but once part of the Persian empire, and one of the Seven Wonders of the World.
The connection between Oxford and the middle east is not forced. The Said Business School is part and parcel of an Oxford University busily reinventing itself to serve the modern world as well as to research past glories - and it has been funded to the tune of £20m by the billionaire Syrian arms brokers Wafic Rida Said.
A desire on Said's part for a ziggurat fit for an ancient middle eastern king might seem a touch controversial, but then Oxford University's most generous benefactor is no stranger to controversy. He played a part in the multi-billion Al-Yamamah arms deal between the UK and Saudi Arabia, and spent the same weekend in 1993 at the Paris Ritz that saw the fall of Jonathan Aitken. There was also a contentious moment in the press when Tony Blair was accused of trying to hurry the Said school through the planning process.
The Said school was opened this autumn on the site of the former Midland Railway station, and the goods yard and used tyre dump it subsequently became. It has just completed its first term. Outside the building, Dixon and Jones are peering at a red splodge on one of its handsome stone walls. "Red paint," they say, a protest against arms dealing. "It's scrubbed off pretty well. The walls are designed to cope."
What seems odd, though, given the controversy, is how very peaceful the college is. The architects have created a beautiful, serene building that performs the noble trick of appearing to be brand new and very much of our times, yet rooted in the distant past. Few can achieve this balancing act. There is a touch of ancient Rome at its very best - a touch, too, of the very early mosques, including that of the eighth century Ibn Tulun mosque in Cairo.
Charles Holden, who designed the superb modern Roman stations on the northern extension of London Transport's Piccadilly Line in the 1930s, also knew how to connect the ancient with the modern, as did Erik Gunnar Asplund, architect of the peerless Stockholm Library (1928), a kind of Pantheon for our times. Like Dixon and Jones, these inspired architects kept their classicism close-shaved. The richness of the new building resides in its intelligent plan, its rich materials (the bricks are handmade) and a generosity of space.
This is marked from the moment you enter the building. The peristyle lobby - a bright forest of slim, polished concrete columns supporting a smooth, elegant plane of a ceiling - feels much bigger, if not plusher than that of historic Oxford colleges. It has about it a Miesian austerity: simple, yet richly textured, all smooth concrete, polished French limestone and leather seats. Like the lobbies of highly considered corporate headquarters, and Mies's Seagram Building on New York's Park Avenue, this entrance hall feels as subtle and as ordered as a Cistercian monastery.
This pseudo-religious feeling is reinforced by the cloistered garden beyond the lobby. With its formal rows of pruned trees and timeless metal chairs dotted beneath them, it has a touch of the garden of the Palais Royal in Paris about it. Again, though, it is anything but louche.
Beyond the garden rises an amphitheatre for outdoor lectures and other performances, or just for sitting around in during summer. The magic is only dispelled when you climb to the top and peer over. What you see is an estate of brand new executive housing. This, it is hoped, will be hidden by trees growing at the back of the college garden. Looming over the cloister at the other end is the ziggurat, which doubles up as a heat exchanger, part of the college's central heating system. The cloister gives way on its east flank to seminar rooms and, on the right, to three highly distinctive lecture rooms. Lined in strips of varnished timber, these are quite unlike the yawn of lecture rooms known to many students.
Instead of a dais facing banks of seats, the seats wrap around the lecturer, who, as a result, is forced to interact with students. The students here, mostly postgraduates with an average age of 29, are treated very seriously. As they pay £30,000 per year, this is hardly surprising.
The crowning glory of the college is less its colourful ziggurat than its great barrel-vaulted library set on top of the building's extensively glazed entrance front. The roof is a vast, smooth wave of copper. It sweeps daylight beneath it and washes this over an even smoother white ceiling inside. The views outside seem distracting - the gownish cloistered garden to one side, the townish bustle of the street snarling towards the shabby new station on the other. The students, though, have eyes only for their computer screens. There are very few books. This is, despite its underlying references to the ancient middle east, a decidely modern place.
In planning terms, the Said school helps enormously in giving a rather ugly part of Oxford both definition and character. It stretches the university quarter west to the railway bridge that acts as a gate to the city centre. The old Midland Railway station that stood here previously was a scion of Joseph Paxton's Crystal Palace. What remains of it has been shipped to the Quainton Road railway centre, Buckinghamshire. This was where the old Brill branch of the Metropolitan Line chugged slowly to the foot of Brill Hill before it stopped. Once there were plans to extend the line to Oxford, so that the city of dreaming spires would have become a London suburb.
It was London that reached out to the world then, while Oxford studied and dreamed. Now, through the Said Business School, it has plugged itself firmly into the global economy. But Dixon and Jones have kept it happily rooted in history.
So did you make it to Snowdonia in the end?
A bit more info about the Said design & architecture below.
I love touring university campuses and libraries, but unfortunately didn't get a chance to see much of Said's interior this time around.
http://www.guardian.co.uk/arts/critic/feat...,641831,00.html
When worlds collide
Jonathan Glancey is seduced by echoes of ancient Rome and the Persian empire amid Oxford's dreaming spires
Monday December 10, 2001
The Guardian
Oxford is, famously, a city of dreaming spires. But a ziggurat? A newcomer to the Oxford skyline, the ziggurat is the copper-clad, stepped tower of the Said Business School designed by Jeremy Dixon and Ed Jones, architects of the Royal Opera House conversion and the subtle extension of the National Portrait Gallery, both in central London. The Oxford ziggurat, says Jones, is based on the tower of Nicholas Hawksmoor's brooding St George's Church in Bloomsbury. Which is, in turn, derived from the form of the legendary Temple of Halikarnassos - in modern-day Turkey, but once part of the Persian empire, and one of the Seven Wonders of the World.
The connection between Oxford and the middle east is not forced. The Said Business School is part and parcel of an Oxford University busily reinventing itself to serve the modern world as well as to research past glories - and it has been funded to the tune of £20m by the billionaire Syrian arms brokers Wafic Rida Said.
A desire on Said's part for a ziggurat fit for an ancient middle eastern king might seem a touch controversial, but then Oxford University's most generous benefactor is no stranger to controversy. He played a part in the multi-billion Al-Yamamah arms deal between the UK and Saudi Arabia, and spent the same weekend in 1993 at the Paris Ritz that saw the fall of Jonathan Aitken. There was also a contentious moment in the press when Tony Blair was accused of trying to hurry the Said school through the planning process.
The Said school was opened this autumn on the site of the former Midland Railway station, and the goods yard and used tyre dump it subsequently became. It has just completed its first term. Outside the building, Dixon and Jones are peering at a red splodge on one of its handsome stone walls. "Red paint," they say, a protest against arms dealing. "It's scrubbed off pretty well. The walls are designed to cope."
What seems odd, though, given the controversy, is how very peaceful the college is. The architects have created a beautiful, serene building that performs the noble trick of appearing to be brand new and very much of our times, yet rooted in the distant past. Few can achieve this balancing act. There is a touch of ancient Rome at its very best - a touch, too, of the very early mosques, including that of the eighth century Ibn Tulun mosque in Cairo.
Charles Holden, who designed the superb modern Roman stations on the northern extension of London Transport's Piccadilly Line in the 1930s, also knew how to connect the ancient with the modern, as did Erik Gunnar Asplund, architect of the peerless Stockholm Library (1928), a kind of Pantheon for our times. Like Dixon and Jones, these inspired architects kept their classicism close-shaved. The richness of the new building resides in its intelligent plan, its rich materials (the bricks are handmade) and a generosity of space.
This is marked from the moment you enter the building. The peristyle lobby - a bright forest of slim, polished concrete columns supporting a smooth, elegant plane of a ceiling - feels much bigger, if not plusher than that of historic Oxford colleges. It has about it a Miesian austerity: simple, yet richly textured, all smooth concrete, polished French limestone and leather seats. Like the lobbies of highly considered corporate headquarters, and Mies's Seagram Building on New York's Park Avenue, this entrance hall feels as subtle and as ordered as a Cistercian monastery.
This pseudo-religious feeling is reinforced by the cloistered garden beyond the lobby. With its formal rows of pruned trees and timeless metal chairs dotted beneath them, it has a touch of the garden of the Palais Royal in Paris about it. Again, though, it is anything but louche.
Beyond the garden rises an amphitheatre for outdoor lectures and other performances, or just for sitting around in during summer. The magic is only dispelled when you climb to the top and peer over. What you see is an estate of brand new executive housing. This, it is hoped, will be hidden by trees growing at the back of the college garden. Looming over the cloister at the other end is the ziggurat, which doubles up as a heat exchanger, part of the college's central heating system. The cloister gives way on its east flank to seminar rooms and, on the right, to three highly distinctive lecture rooms. Lined in strips of varnished timber, these are quite unlike the yawn of lecture rooms known to many students.
Instead of a dais facing banks of seats, the seats wrap around the lecturer, who, as a result, is forced to interact with students. The students here, mostly postgraduates with an average age of 29, are treated very seriously. As they pay £30,000 per year, this is hardly surprising.
The crowning glory of the college is less its colourful ziggurat than its great barrel-vaulted library set on top of the building's extensively glazed entrance front. The roof is a vast, smooth wave of copper. It sweeps daylight beneath it and washes this over an even smoother white ceiling inside. The views outside seem distracting - the gownish cloistered garden to one side, the townish bustle of the street snarling towards the shabby new station on the other. The students, though, have eyes only for their computer screens. There are very few books. This is, despite its underlying references to the ancient middle east, a decidely modern place.
In planning terms, the Said school helps enormously in giving a rather ugly part of Oxford both definition and character. It stretches the university quarter west to the railway bridge that acts as a gate to the city centre. The old Midland Railway station that stood here previously was a scion of Joseph Paxton's Crystal Palace. What remains of it has been shipped to the Quainton Road railway centre, Buckinghamshire. This was where the old Brill branch of the Metropolitan Line chugged slowly to the foot of Brill Hill before it stopped. Once there were plans to extend the line to Oxford, so that the city of dreaming spires would have become a London suburb.
It was London that reached out to the world then, while Oxford studied and dreamed. Now, through the Said Business School, it has plugged itself firmly into the global economy. But Dixon and Jones have kept it happily rooted in history.
he he... my snowdonia trip 
-- no, i didn't make it, thought it'd be too tough in winter. also it seems that when you talk too much about a thing, it actually turns out less likely for you to do it -- ironically.
but instead, i had a 40-mile walk alone along the pennine way ... unfortable!
-- no, i didn't make it, thought it'd be too tough in winter. also it seems that when you talk too much about a thing, it actually turns out less likely for you to do it -- ironically.but instead, i had a 40-mile walk alone along the pennine way ... unfortable!
I hope you bumped into some good company along the way. 40 miles walking by oneself is quite lonely. My Wales trip consisted of taxi rides between the Newport train station and the Celtic Manor Resort, which seemed to be in the middle of nowhere. There were some Roman ruins nearby but I had just come back from Rome the week before so wasn't at all interested.
well, i went there to seek the wild and solitude so loneliness was not a problem at all. there was a day when i didn't see any man until 9 pm i walked into a town. in most time footprints were my companies, and good ones in fact...
i will probably have a go to welse in july, may just follow your 'no where' route -- i haven't been to italy so it should have something for me.
i will probably have a go to welse in july, may just follow your 'no where' route -- i haven't been to italy so it should have something for me.
| QUOTE (yaokathy @ 22 Mar 2004, 21:26) |
| The 319 shooting suspect |
This is so so ....sweet.
| QUOTE (高山 @ 20 May 2004, 17:43) | ||
This is so so ....sweet. |
只可惜沒瞄準。
Edinburgh Military Tattoo 2002
舞台倒影
impressive 
珴珴陎鳶﹝ 
Windsor Castle & Great Park
Windsor Castle & Great Park
| QUOTE (yaokathy @ 4 Jul 2004, 19:03) |
| 謝謝星火。 Windsor Castle & Great Park |
客气，希望能在伦敦好好看看
| QUOTE (yaokathy @ 7 Feb 2004, 22:16) |
| At 2004/2/7 London Gathering |
this is(well, was ) my ice-cream!
英国好地方还是挺多的嘛.
Windsor & Eton Riverside
Side view of Windsor Castle
The highest point of Queen Anne's Ride in Windsor Great Park
Her Majesty on horseback
Windsor, Great Park & the Long Walk
The Big Ben
| QUOTE (yaokathy @ 25 Jul 2004, 17:51) |
| The highest point of Queen Anne's Ride in Windsor Great Park |
Shanghai F1 - 1
Shanghai F1 - 2
Shanghai F1 - 3
Shanghai F1 - 4
Shanghai F1 - 5
Shanghai F1 - 6
Shanghai F1 - 7
Shanghai F1 - 8
人还真多啊~cathy jj回上海去看了啊~ 
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偶来帮你顶一阵．．
Avenue of Star, Tsimshatsui, HK.
The tallest building is the IFC (International Finance Centre) 2.
I'm working in the building inbetween the two tallest buildings in the picture.
I'm working in the building inbetween the two tallest buildings in the picture.
Lovely Xmas lights! Didn't have the tripod with me so it's a bit blurry...
Last one...showing the HK Convention Centre in green.
Happy New Year from HK!
Happy New Year from HK!
Here is one from Beijing - 后海
Shanghai, taken from the Jinmao Hyatt in Pudong.
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