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Loreo Len-in-a-Cap lens for LOMO style plastic goodness, ISOed to hell. 2nd Curtain Flash sync for neat streaks.
Wed. the 17th time to give my new Olympus 12-40 f2.8 Pro lens a workout.
So across Burnside bridge along Eastside Esplanade on the Willamette River.
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That was quick (not). The tree fell two months ago. It only took the council 60 days to clear up the path at Håga. Good work!
A woman protects a child from the water at their living space in Jaflong stone quarry, Sylhet, Bangladesh.
Samsung digimax 360
This is a close up of the chain which used to raise the ramp for the vehicle ferry.
The background is de-saturated.
So in a game of "rock-paper-scissors" you should always try for "chain".
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June 10th, 2011: Angels Landing is one of those gotta-do's in Zion. So we did... and this is a photo essay of the hike.
I'm sure this has been shared many a time but this week was the first time I've ever read "The Chain". A good friend (Karl Walk) and co-worker of my wife's passed away suddenly this past week and they had this poem printed on his memory card. Thought I'd share.
The Chain
We knew little that morning
That God was going to call your name.
In life we loved you dearly,
In death we do the same.
It broke our hearts to lose you,
You did not go alone.
For part of us went with you,
That day God called you home.
You left us peaceful memories,
Your love is still our guide.
And though we cannot see you,
You are always by our side.
Our family chain is broken,
And nothing seems the same,
But God calls us one by one,
The chain will link again.
This sock is knitted at the cuff, the heel, the bottom of the foot, and eventually the toe. The leg and top of foot if crocheted.
EDIT:
I did finish the sock and you can find my pattern here:
Please don't use this image on websites, blogs or other media without my explicit permission. © All rights reserved
I Am a Horse
You can saddle me or bridle me
You can put a chain around my neck
You can laugh or dock my tail
But my spirit you'll never break.
I'm not a toy to be modeled for fashion
Nor a slave to your every whim
I am a horse, a creature of my own
Like you, I was made by Him.
I will not answer to your call
Yet I will be here until the end
I am not here to be your doll
I was made to be your friend.
I will not run away from you
Nor will I beg for reprieve
I was made to be your companion
So I never shall leave.
You can treat me like a slave
And perhaps you'll never know
That inside, I am something more
Then the horse on which you go.
You can chain me or starve me
Drive a whip into my sides
But you'll never get inside me
Where the angel spirit resides.
-- written by Kit --