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This is my third cover using my own handwriting, and to me, I think they are my best covers. At first with this cover, I used the cutout that Alex had done, and tried textures behind it, but I just couldn't get it to work, so then I used this other picture, and although I loved the colours of it, I think it was a bit too plain. I then used selective colouring and kept the brightest things in colour, apart from the blue because to me, it was too much. I then had to find the right brush to be able to write 'Confident' which took me a while, but I think it looks good now.
Hope you guys like it!
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Our most recent visit to a cottage in the Anderson Valley. Woody after a day of roaming, sniffing, chomping, and sunbathing.
Cadet Alana Oliveros, University of Illinois at Chicago, completes the swing, stop and jump event on the confidence course after standing on her feet on the log after swinging across the obstacle on a rope. The 3rd Brigade Operation Agile Leader Field Training Exercise was held on Camp Atterbury, Ind. from August 3 - August 9, 2020. | Photo by Lindsay Grant, U.S. Army Cadet Command Public Affairs
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"Be Confident"
Being Confident is something necessary specially when others depending on you...specially in bike riding.
Strobist Info: 580EX II in TTL mode, camera left.
Triggered via pocketwizard MiniTT1 and FlexTT5.
Model: Anastasia
My best friend got her braces taken off yesterday and the day before! So we did another photoshoot!
this is the best photo of capturing mood, because Dre has that "I am the GOAT" look in his facial expression and the lighting reveals his confidence.
Owner and mastermind behind Threaded Revival, a vintage clothing business on the seller's website Etsy. Nicole Schatz kept her head held high selling her vintage under the scortching California Sun Sunday (8/14/11).
Last autumn, we felt confident enough to start arranging things in the new year. One of these was a show by Chinese acrobats that Jools wanted to see. She got Jen, Sylv and a friend to go. And yesterday was the day of the show. I made it clear it wasn't for me, but I would go up to rephotograph some City churches and we would meet up afterwards for a meal before coming home.
When we arrange things, we don't know what slings and arrows fate might throw at us. In Tuesday's case, it was a Tube drivers strike, and no last minute talks fixed that. I could arrange my trip to avoind using public transport other than the train up and back home, which were unaffected. Jools thought they would be OK, as their tickets were for the Odeon, which she thought was in Leicester Square, but it turned out was the old Hammersmith Apollo. Now, usually this would not have been a problem, but on Tuesday it was.
They arranged to leave an hour earlier than planned and try to get a taxi, which they did after waiting in line for an hour, getting to the theatre just half an hour before showtime, leaving them only time to get a snack.
Their journey up was done outside rush hour, the show ened at five, and they had to get back to St Pancras. Which would prove to be an adventure.
For me, however, it was a walk in the park. And to add to the pleasure of the day, I would meet up with my good friend, Simon, owner of the Churches of East Anglia website, just about every word and picture done by his own hand. His website also covers the City of LOndon churches, so I asked if he wanted to meet up; he did, so a plan was hatched to meet and visit a few churches, one of which, King Edmund, he had not been inside. He wouldn't arrive until jsut after ten to get the offpeak ticket prices, I would get up early as a couple of the churches would be open before nine.
A plan was made, and I had a list of chuches and a rough order in which to visit them.
The alarm went off at five, and we were both up. I having a coffee after getting dressed and Jools was to drop me off at the station, and as we drove in the heavy fog that had settled, I realised there was a direct train to Cannon Street just after seven, could I make it to avoid a half hour layover at Ashford?
Yes I could.
Jools dropped me off outside Priory station, I went in and got my ticket, and was on the train settled into a forward facing seat with three whole minutes to spare.
The train rattled it's way out of the station and through the tunnel under Western Heights, outside it was still dark. So I put my mask on and rested my eyes as we went through Folkestone to Ashford, an towards Pluckley, Headcorn, Marden to Tonbridge, Sevenoaks and so onto south east London. The train filled up slowly, until we got to Tonbridge which left few seats remaining, and at Sevenoaks, it was standing room only, but by then its a twenty minute run to London Bridge.
After leaving London Bridge station, the train took the sharp turn above Borough Market and over the river into Cannon Street. I was in no hurry, so enoyed the peace and space of an empty carriage before making my way off the train then along the platform and out onto the street in front. A heavy drizzle was falling, so I decided to get some breakfast and another coffee. Just up Walbrook there was an independent sandwich place, so I went in and asked what I wanted: faced with dozens of choices, all made to order, I had no idea.
I decided on a simple sausage sandwich and a coffee and watched people hurrying to work outside. I had all the time I wanted.
I check my phone and find that opening times were a little different, but St Mary Aldermary was open from half eight, so I check the directions and head there.
It was open, mainly because there is a small cafe inside. I ask if I could go in, they say yes, so I snap it well with the 50mm lens fitted, and decide that something sweet was called for. They recommended the carrot cake, so I had a slice of that and a pot of breakfast tea sitting and admiring the details of the church. Once I had finished, I put on the wide angle lens and finished the job.
Just up the lane outside was St Mary-le-Bow, which should also be open.
It was. Also because they had a cafe. I skipped another brew, and photographed that too, and saw that the crypt was open too, so went down the steps to that. Simon tells me that the church got it's name because of the brick arched crypt: bowed roof.
A five minute walk past The Bank of England was St Mary Woolnorth and St Mary Abchurch: both open, and both recorded by my camera and keen eye.
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St Mary Abchurch is many people's favourite City church, and it is not hard to see why. Sandwiched between the busy thoroughfares of King William Street and Cannon Street, with Bank underground station and the Mansion House not far off, Abchurch Yard comes as a complete surprise, an intimate space with its picturesque church on the northern side. The tower is pretty well invisible from ground level, but the facade is one of Wren's loveliest. The medieval church here had been destroyed in the Great Fire, and for its replacement Wren erected perhaps his squarest, most rational and most protestant church of all. There are no aisles, and on stepping inside it is the roof that takes the breath away, a vast painted dome. It depicts the name of God in Hebrew surrounded by clouds and rays of light, and is a reminder that the non-conformist congregations of the late 17th Century thought of their buildings as synagogues. St Mary Abchurch has never been a non-conformist church, I hasten to add, but the City merchants were the driving force behind early modern protestantism in England, and you can see the influence here.
The dome was practice for the cathedral. The furnishings beneath it are superb. The huge, dominating reredos is by Grinling Gibbons. Almost all the furnishings date from the last thirty years of the 17th Century, with only a tinkering by the Victorians to come. Since the fire at St Mary at Hill, this is the best surviving example of what some quiet, forgotten back-street City churches were like before the Blitz, exactly the kind of place that Betjeman recalled in Summoned by Bells when he used to stand by intersecting lanes among the silent offices and wait, choosing which bell to follow. And, once inside, while a hidden organist sent reedy notes to flute around the plasterwork, from the sea of pews a single head with cherries nodding on a black straw hat rose in a neighbouring pew. The caretaker? Or the sole resident parishioner?
If you visit when the Friends of City Churches attendants are on duty, you may be allowed to do two things. Firstly, the font cover is operated by a central wooden screw - if they let you raise it, you will find it lifts as lightly as air. Secondly, you may be allowed to go down into the crypt which was discovered during the restoration after the Blitz. This is vaulted, but it is not under the church at all - rather, it is under the yard next door, which can never have been a churchyard. Pevsner thought it might have been the undercroft of a 14th Century chancel chapel.
The name Abchurch is often thought to be a corruption of 'upchurch', although there seems no obvious reason for this. Perhaps it more likely refers to the name of a long-forgotten patron. The church suffered considerable blast damage during the Second World War, but was restored exquisitely in the years that followed, and is a must-see for anyone in search of lost time.
Simon Knott, December 2015
Dion Shango, CEO PwC Southern Africa at the World Economic Forum on Africa 2017 in Durban, South Africa. Copyright by World Economic Forum / Jakob Polacsek
60 is a cool age. I feel healthy, confident and ready for the coming war. Yup, war. It’s already begun. This war is a battle for the hearts and minds of mankind. This is THE BIG ONE. There is no firewall for the mind. The propaganda machines are churning out lies and fear based news 24/7/365. People live in constant fear. Anger, stress, anxiety, frustration, doubt, and fear. Not me. I have a strong faith it God. I simply remember his 1st Commandment when I feel uncertain. Love the Lord with all your heart, soul, mind and strength. If you do this, God puts his love and word in your heart. This I know. I never doubt. I never fear. I never worry... because all things work together for good for those that love the Lord. Even that things you may think are bad. I put my faith and my trust in my father in heaven. He knows what you need before you ask. Fear not, America. Fear is the language of the faithless. Fear is the age old tool of the devil - The liar, and never forget that liar lies. My firewall is my faith, true faith. This is what I know in my heart. I don’t doubt, I don’t fear. I live. 👈 via Facebook ift.tt/3jnjSer