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Finally! It's warm enough to be comfortable outside and do things. The big one took advantage of that during the little one's naptime and colored his little heart out on the balkony. Boy is he a happy camper now :)
76/365 - Dropkick Murphys - "The Rocky Road to Dublin"
In the merry month of June from my home I started left the girls of Taum nearly brokenhearted saluted me father dear, kissed me darling mother drank a pint of beer, my grief and tears to smother then off to reap the corn, leave where I was born cut a stout blackthorn to banish ghosts and goblin, brand-new pair of brogues, rattling o'er the bogs frightening all the dogs on the rocky road to Dublin.
In Mullingar last night, I rested limbs so weary started by daylight next morning bright and early took a drop of the pure to keep me heart from sinking that's the daddy's cure when he's on the drinking see the lassies smile, laughing all the while at me darling style, would set your heart a-bubblin' asked me was I hired, wages I required 'til I was almost tired of the rocky road to Dublin.
Chorus:
Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road and all the way to Dublin, whack-fol-la-de-da!
In Dublin next arrived, I thought it such a pity to be so soon deprived a view of that fine city decided to take a stroll all among the quality bundle, it was stole in that neat locality something crossed my mind when I looked behind no bundle could I find upon me stick a-wobblin' crying for a rogue said me connaught brogue wasn't much in-vogue on the rocky road to Dublin.
From there I got away, me spirits never failing landed on the quay just as the ship was sailing captain at me roared, said that no room had he then I jumped aboard a cabin found for Daddy down among the pigs, played some funny rigs, danced some hearty jigs, the water 'round me bubblin' off to hollyhead wished myself was dead or better far instead on the rocky road to Dublin.
The boys in Liverpool, when we safely landed called myself a fool, I could no longer stand it blood began to boil, temper I was losing poor old Erin's Isle they began abusing hooray me soul, says I, let the shellaillagh fly some galway boys were nigh, saw I was a-hobblin' with a loud array, they joined me in the fray and soon we cleared the way on the rocky road to Dublin.
Shots taken for my review of LEGO set 75972, Overwatch's Dorado Showdown, featuring Soldier 76, McCree and Reaper.
LHC view; believe it or not, the keys on this bad boy must be from three different Mini's, each a different degree of yellow.
al matammah, sudan, africa
early 1976
local men, bayuda desert
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sudan, africa
early 1976
local man
part of an archival project, featuring the photographs of nick dewolf
© the Nick DeWolf Foundation
Image-use requests are welcome via flickrmail or nickdewolfphotoarchive [at] gmail [dot] com
150 years of unification in Italy. In words, it seems simple enough. But in fact, it's rather complicated. Italy is very divided: regions, provinces, cities, even down to the 17 separate contrada Siena slices itself into. Small groups with common goals and shared trust are integral to civil society. Yet when the confines of these groups grow too strong, it makes unity difficult. Not everyone was happy about Today's celebrations. Many italians didn't want to recognize the new holiday. Several protested taking a day off of work during this economically fragile time to celebrate a unity they don't feel a part of. Several regions, especially in the north, feel closer ties to their neighbors in Austria and Germany than to their fellow Italians. The more time I spend here, the better I understand the fierce loyalty that many Italians feel toward their region. In most cases, it defines them. The history of this long, skinny country has seen empires, wars, monarchies and insistent change. It's no wonder people cling tightly to their regional identity, in hopes that their area is small enough to resist change. There is certainly an "italian identity". But in my opinion, it doesn't come anywhere close to the strength of regional identity here. Region comes before country. Loyalty can create an isolated companionship.
But here, in Siena, we celebrated. Many italians dressed in green, white and red, store fronts held patriotic displays, flags adorned the walls of this medieval city. I'm glad I could be a part the festivities. It was fascinating to experience a day of patriotism in a country far from my own. I didn't feel excluded, but I was an outsider nonetheless. I didn't know the songs, I couldn't cary a flag and I don't belong to a contrada. Today, I was an observer instead of a participant. But I'm a strong believer in patriotism, and it was nice to see citizens proud of their country, even if it wasn't mine.