Tiger hunt with the Prince of Wales. c.1905. First row, 2nd from the left, holding a stick, Rao Scindia, Maharajah of Gwalior; dressed in a dark suit, the Prince of Wales, future King George V; last from right, with a colonial helmet under his arm, my great-uncle, Frank Onraet, Chief-of-staff of the Maharajah, and organizer of the hunts. The day’s hunt: one tiger, and two panthers, which I have cut out. Sorry about that. (c)ourtesy my cousin Irene. She has a better copy than I do. 😉
Mother Cheetah and her two big cubs. East Africa, c.2010. (c)ourtesy Gini. Though the Prince of Wales no longer hunts, the preservation status of cheetahs is vulnerable, with only 6,600 left in the wild. That is frightening, I thought there were more… 😦
Colonial church, Minas Gerais, Brazil, 1975.
Gwalior, India, 1887. My great-grandfather’s boss, the Maharajah of Gwalior, Sir Gunpat Rao, father (or uncle?) of the rajah above. My great-grandfather, Henri-Felix Onraet was born in India in Bhagalpur in 1842. He was 15 during the Great mutiny (when many Indian regiments rebelled against British rule). in 1875, Henry-Felix joined the Indian Cvil Service and started working for the Maharajah of Gwalior, as Sarsubha, Inspector general of police. I guess the English placed their men in key positions in the – technically – independent Princely states…
Council of Regency, Gwalior, 1887. Do note the very elaborate beards, moustaches and hats.
The spire and roof of Notre-Dame, 2018. A view gone forever.
“Mr Spock, some our guests look a bit green. Can you arrange for some refreshments to be served against Time-Travel sickness? Thank you.”
“Captain to passengers and crew. Strap on, we may experience some mild turbulences.”
Branding irons and saddle. Late 20th century, Tolima, Colombia. At my Sister-in-law’s country house.
Chinese bamboo. 2006. By Fer.
Minette stalking in the garden. Nairobi, Kenya. c.1968.
A distant cousin of Minette, pacing at the Zoo de Vincennes. Paris, 1972. “Scotty? Ready to hop?”
“I‘m a liberal, because I always do what I like.” Mexico city, 2019.
I got my eyes set on you. Mexico city, 2019. “Scotty. Jump!”
First day envelope. See below:
6 of April 1952. 300 years of Jan Van Riebeeck’s landing at the Cape of Good Hope. (That one is for Dina) 😉
Leeloo in B&W. (c)ourtesy Gini. Mexico city, 2019. “Jump again, Scotty. Thank you.”
University of Alabama, 1977. Anybody knows what this is, is getting as old as I am. 🙂 It’s a computer punch card. 80 columns, 10 digits from 0 to 9. I punched those when I was “running” the Business Game at the U. Every Friday, the participants gave me their Business Game decisions. I had to write the programme and punch their data. Hand the stack of cards to the High Priests at the Computer center. Pick the results on Saturday morning and post them on a board. With tacks. On paper. Not on-line…
Barber-Tattoo salon. Mexico city, 2019. Care for a haircut?
Combos: “King of the jungle”: cut, beard and facial. 550 Pesos. US$27.50″.
“Majestic”. Cut, beard, eyebrows… (what on earth are they doing to the eyebrows?) 22US Bucks.”
“Rough”. Cut + beard or facial. 20 bucks.”
The Dragon kiss. Mexico city, 2019.
Don’t mind me. I’m just here for the ride. Been kissed by a Dragon.
A “fest-noz” (dancing party) in Brittany, celebrating the fires of Saint-John. July 1893. My ancestors dressed – and danced – so, from the 18th to the late 19th, very early 20th century.
Little sister, dressed up for a costume party. Amsterdam, 1966. Dress and lace “coiffe” by my mother. Each region, even city, in Brittany, had its own style of “coiffe” or headdress. I think this particular style is from the city of Rennes, where my mother was born.
Thank you for flying on Equinoxio Time-Space shuttle. Scotty will beam you home. If, by any chance, you do not arrive at your destination (there have been minor computer bugs lately), open the special handheld communicator you were given when you boarded. Type *#* and you should be beamed home. Caution: Android does NOT work for beaming up or down.