女åã®ï½¢ä½ã§ããããï½£ã«é ãããã®ãã³ãã¯ï¼ãä¾®ãã¨å±ãªãããã®æ¬å¿ãæ¢ã£ã¦ã¿ã¾ãã." t was also published as an illustration in an undated (late Sep 2011) Squidoo blog titled "Entry way bench."******************** In late June, I spent three afternoons walking up and down Broadway, on Manhattan's Upper West Side, from 72nd Street to Columbia University at 115th Street. My objective was to photograph the variety of people sitting on park benches along what is formally known as the "Broadway malls" -- ie., benches located on the north side and south side of the median strip that separates the uptown side of Broadway from the downtown side.Since my travels did encompass three separate days, I saw an even wider variety than I might have seen on a single afternoon; on the other hand, the pictures all reflect a single season. At Toni's suggestion, I'm going to make a similar photo-journal in the fall, winter, and spring -- to see if there are entirely different people, or whether it's basically the same people, but wearing different clothes...In any case, on this occasion I saw young and old, black and white, men and women, rich and poor -- students, children, retired people, widows, widowers, homeless people, construction workers, babysitters, and tourists. As is common in today's society, a remarkable number of them were chatting on cellphones; but it was refreshing to see that many of them were chatting with each other. It was also a little sad to see several people sitting alone, with a wistful, melancholy look on their face.Most of the park benches were occupied, though a few were empty. Most of the empty benches were fairly uninteresting, but a few looked sufficiently inviting that I felt they deserved a photo of their own.For the most part, I ignored the photo opportunities that I saw on the sidewalk as I strolled along. But there were two major exceptions, as you'll see midway through this collection: a young man with a bubble-making gadget, blowing the largest soap-bubbles I have ever seen; and a chess game between two middle-aged men. I also photographed a few of the street signs along the way -- actually, I photographed *every* street sign, so that I could identify (and geotag) the location of all the other photographs.I must have looked fairly serious as I went about my picture-taking activities, for three different people asked me if I was a photographer; and two different people asked me if I liked the Nikon D300 that I was using. As for the subjects of the pictures: most didn't even realize I was photographing them, for I took advantage of a long telephoto lens to shoot them from afar. But a few did notice, and I got a couple of smiles and scowls. If any of them do happen to stumble upon the Flickr site where these pictures will live, I hope they'll feel I've treated them kindly... I love them all ..." data-caption="This was taken on the north side of 75th Street, taken from the east side of Broadway, heading north. This young woman was deeply engrossed in a conversation on her cellphone, and it didn't look like the conversation was going well for her ...Note: this photo was published in a Jan 8, 2009 blog article entitled "女åã®ï½¢ä½ã§ããããï½£ã«é ãããã®ãã³ãã¯ï¼ãä¾®ãã¨å±ãªãããã®æ¬å¿ãæ¢ã£ã¦ã¿ã¾ãã." t was also published as an illustration in an undated (late Sep 2011) Squidoo blog titled "Entry way bench."******************** In late June, I spent three afternoons walking up and down Broadway, on Manhattan's Upper West Side, from 72nd Street to Columbia University at 115th Street. My objective was to photograph the variety of people sitting on park benches along what is formally known as the "Broadway malls" -- ie., benches located on the north side and south side of the median strip that separates the uptown side of Broadway from the downtown side.Since my travels did encompass three separate days, I saw an even wider variety than I might have seen on a single afternoon; on the other hand, the pictures all reflect a single season. At Toni's suggestion, I'm going to make a similar photo-journal in the fall, winter, and spring -- to see if there are entirely different people, or whether it's basically the same people, but wearing different clothes...In any case, on this occasion I saw young and old, black and white, men and women, rich and poor -- students, children, retired people, widows, widowers, homeless people, construction workers, babysitters, and tourists. As is common in today's society, a remarkable number of them were chatting on cellphones; but it was refreshing to see that many of them were chatting with each other. It was also a little sad to see several people sitting alone, with a wistful, melancholy look on their face.Most of the park benches were occupied, though a few were empty. Most of the empty benches were fairly uninteresting, but a few looked sufficiently inviting that I felt they deserved a photo of their own.For the most part, I ignored the photo opportunities that I saw on the sidewalk as I strolled along. But there were two major exceptions, as you'll see midway through this collection: a young man with a bubble-making gadget, blowing the largest soap-bubbles I have ever seen; and a chess game between two middle-aged men. I also photographed a few of the street signs along the way -- actually, I photographed *every* street sign, so that I could identify (and geotag) the location of all the other photographs.I must have looked fairly serious as I went about my picture-taking activities, for three different people asked me if I was a photographer; and two different people asked me if I liked the Nikon D300 that I was using. As for the subjects of the pictures: most didn't even realize I was photographing them, for I took advantage of a long telephoto lens to shoot them from afar. But a few did notice, and I got a couple of smiles and scowls. If any of them do happen to stumble upon the Flickr site where these pictures will live, I hope they'll feel I've treated them kindly... I love them all ..." data-credit="Ed Yourdon/Flickr">
Η αστυνομία του Hampshire αποζημίωσε θύμα βιασμού με 20.000 λίρες, για το λάθος τρόπο με τον οποίο είχαν χειριστεί την καταγγελία της.
Η νεαρή, της οποίας το όνομα δεν μπορεί να κατονομαστεί, είχε μηνύσει τις αρχές βασισμένη στη νομοθεσία για τα ανθρώπινα δικαιώματα. Σύμφωνα με το BBC, ίδια είχε βιαστεί σε ηλικία 17 ετών, όμως η αστυνομία δεν πίστεψε την καταγγελία της και την συνέλαβε για παρακώλυση της απόδοσης δικαιοσύνης. To γεγονός της είχε αφήσει μεγάλο ψυχικό τραύμα, με αποτέλεσμα να κάνει απόπειρα αυτοκτονίας.
Όταν τελικά οι υπηρεσίες των αρχών «Crown Prosecution», οι οποίες διεξάγουν ανεξάρτητες έρευνες σε υποθέσεις που εξετάζει η αστυνομία, διέταξαν την εξέταση των ρούχων της γυναίκας, τα δείγματα DNA έδειξαν πως η ίδια είχε υποστεί βιασμό και τελικά ο θύτης καταδικάστηκε σε 5ετη κάθειρξη το 2013.
O αστυνομικός διευθυντής David Powell παραδέχτηκε πως ο χειρισμός της υπόθεσης δεν ήταν σωστός και δήλωσε ότι οι αρχές απολογήθηκαν στο θύμα.
«Είμαι ευγνώμων που παραδέχτηκαν το λάθος τους. Όμως... αν αυτό συνέβη στην κόρη μου, πόσες άλλες φορές μπορεί να ξανασυμβεί;», δήλωσε η μητέρα του θύματος στο BBC.