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5 years ago today my life was changed. And since then it's changed more and more. I'm so happy and thankful to have him in my life. As I've helped him grow, he's helped me mature.
Happy birthday "Bucky". I can't wait to see what God has in store for you.
Dylan House - 3/4" scale dollhouse by brinca dada
Full details on the this house are on my blog here:
Fe aeth y cwmpo mas yn drech arnaf felly roedd rhaid rhoi llun Dylan yma -
The bickering got too much so I had to put Dylan's photo up here.
Dylan O'Brien speaking at the 2013 San Diego Comic Con International, for "Teen Wolf", at the San Diego Convention Center in San Diego, California.
Please attribute to Gage Skidmore if used elsewhere.
Dylan (4) has commandeered the house Chromebook, using it primarily to view diggers, Peppa Pig and bus simulators. Hopefully, he will figure out how to click into full screen himself.
Dylan Thomas the Welsh poet used this boat house to write. There are extensive views across the bay which perhaps provided him with inspirations. As you can see the boat house has been left as it was as a shrine to the poet. The furniture came from the main Thomas household.
In this shed, Dylan wrote many of his finest works. The first poem he wrote was "Over Sir John’s Hill" in which he describes the view from the shed, and in which he talks of birds stalking their prey and bringing death in the midst of this beauty. Life, death, beauty, tragedy, eternity and God: Dylan could see them all from his window in this unique place. www.dylanthomasboathouse.com/english/boathouse/history.html
Dylan Moran, who is also main character Bernard Black in the brilliant comedy Black Books touring as part of The Fellas.
Here's a clip of some of the funniest moments of Dylan Moran in Black Books Season 1:
Dylan O'Brien speaking at the 2013 WonderCon at the Anaheim Convention Center in Anaheim, California.
Please attribute to Gage Skidmore if used elsewhere.
Bob Dylan: Dylan 1973
COMPOSERS: various
YEAR: 1973 (1969-1970)
Label: Columbia CBS S 69049 (Holland)
TIME: 33:22
PRODUCER: Bob Johnston
PHOTO: Al Clayton, edit by Richard Kenerson
COUNTRY: US
BOUGHT: LP 10.12.2009 Krp Lm 15 €
GENRE: Rock
FORMAT: LP
Side one
1. Lily of the West (Trad.arr. Davies-Peterson) 3:44
2. Can't Help Falling in Love (Weiss-Peretti-Creatore) 4:17
3. Sarah Jane (Dylan) 2:43
4. The Ballad of Ira Hayes (LaFarge) 5:08
two
1. Mr. Bojangles (J. Walker) 5:31
2. Mary Ann (Trad.) 2:40
3. Big Yellow Taxi (Joni Mitchell) 2:12
4. A Fool Such as I (Bill Trader) 2:41
5. Spanish Is the Loving Tongue (alt. take)(C. Clark) 4:13
Released November 19, 1973
Tracks 1–7 recorded June 1970 for New Morning sessions,
Tracks 8–9 recorded April 1969 for Self Portrait sessions.
How does Dylan sound in the late 60's and early 70's? - Great!
Relaxed. Some classics here too: Mr. Bojangles and surprisingly
Joni Mitchel's Big Yellow Taxi.
Dylan O'Brien speaking at the 2013 San Diego Comic Con International, for "Teen Wolf", at the San Diego Convention Center in San Diego, California.
Please attribute to Gage Skidmore if used elsewhere.
Dylan O'Brien speaking at the 2013 San Diego Comic Con International, for "Teen Wolf", at the San Diego Convention Center in San Diego, California.
Please attribute to Gage Skidmore if used elsewhere.
i always forget how gorgeous dylan is until i take him out for photoshoots *-* andrews are such simple yet beautiful taeyangs
happy monday everyone!! have a great week
I've had this idea for a few weeks now to Illustrate icons of the 20th Century and present them as if they're on baseball cards.
I've got quite a few lined up. This is the first one to decide that it was finished enough to allow me to post online.
A few of the other All-Stars are going to be a little bit more obscure.
Also, I'm still in two minds about whether to do on of Timmy Mallet or not.
I should really do Harvey Pekar next.
Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan (born Robert Allen Zimmerman; May 24, 1941) is an American singer-songwriter and musician. He has been a major figure in popular music for five decades.Much of his most celebrated work dates from the 1960s when he was at first an informal chronicler, and later an apparently reluctant figurehead of social unrest. A number of his songs such as "Blowin' in the Wind" and "The Times They Are A-Changin'" became anthems for the civil rights and anti-war movements. His early lyrics incorporated a variety of political, social and philosophical, as well as literary influences. They defied existing pop music conventions and appealed hugely to the then burgeoning counterculture. Dylan has both amplified and personalized musical genres, exploring numerous distinct traditions in American song—from folk, blues and country to gospel, rock and roll, and rockabilly, to English, Scottish, and Irish folk music, embracing even jazz and swing.
Dylan was born April 6, 2004. He was 5 lbs., 7 oz. and 19 inches. He had a pretty normal couple of months. He developed irritation. The doctors did a WBC and turns out they had gone sky high.
Further tests were run and come to find out Dylan had JMML. I was taken back. Felt as if it was a dream hoping it would just end. I felt my heart stop as I looked into his eyes you see I lost my sister in 2002 to cancer. So I wasn't really understanding why this was happening all over again and why me. I thought to myself I take care of him and I love him and this happens when I'm a good mother. I didn't deserve this and neither did my Dylan.
Well he had his spleen removed shortly after we got this news. CVLs tubes placed. We then went for a plan of treatment which was a stem cell transplant. It was preformed at Duke medical school (fine fine hospital).. A few days before Dylan was to begin the steps to his stem cell transplant he developed RSV! WHAT A SET BACK! It was hell to be honest like there wasn''t any hope for us. THEN he started to develop red raised marks... Umm yeah more setbacks.
Then he had to radiology and received a couple treatments. After a few weeks of pushing it back it was time to go even though it was even more risky with him had having RSV. One of the doctors told me it wasn't looking that good. So he asked me and his father what we wanted to do. We went ahead and crossed our fingers and did the transplant. He stated intense chemotherapy. My poor baby got hives really bad from the ATG. Then March 2, 2005 he got his doner stem cell transplant. I was so scared. I was confused. I was heartbroken.
So now it was a waiting game for cells to grow. Indeed they grew BUT they were Dylan not the donor. I was in such shock. The doctors were really not sure what was going to happen... They thought he might need another transplant. They just wanted to wait and see just how soon it would be needed. I could do nothing but cry and just feel so so sad for Dylan. I use to pray begging to trade places. I would have walked off the end of the world to see him live. So then we went home just so wait and see wait and see.
Well it's been 3 years post transplant. Dylan could not be doing better. He will be 4 in April of this year (2008). He didn't have another transplant or anything else but medication when sick. He as bone marrow test done twice a year. We also have to go down to Duke once a year for a check-up. Every time they see his. They are speechless. They just say something like "well I can't explain it" . He is doing SO SO great. I owe it all to the doctors nurses and anyone else involved in Dylan care at CHKD (Norfolk, VA). Also Duke hospital (Durham, NC). First and most God. Prayers came north and south east and west.
That is my story of my special Dylan.
Phyllis
March 2008
He's the cutest thing. Look at his face.
Ok, I still need to actually finish season 2 so I can watch Season 3 on Tuesday...
At the climbing gym.
Visiting Dylan and family, October 2022
Only the street shots - thestreetzine.blogspot.com/
Dylan O'Brien speaking at the 2013 WonderCon at the Anaheim Convention Center in Anaheim, California.
Please attribute to Gage Skidmore if used elsewhere.
Dylan Dog / Heftreihe
Il Mistero del Tamigi
Story: Tiziano Sclavi
Cover: Angelo Stano
Copyright: Sergio Bonelli Editore
(Milano/Italia; 1990)
ex libris MTP
Dylan looks like a boy but is a girl! :)
She is a Lati Green Ronnie. She is my first BJD!
She is wearing outfit and wig made by Lati.
Any suggestions on where to get clothes for her?
Even if the poet, writer and broadcaster Dylan Thomas (1914-1953) hadn’t lived at the Boathouse in Laugharne for the last four years of his tragically short life, it is a truly remarkable place to visit. In this collage is Laugharne Castle, the wooden statue, the boathouse, his writing shed, Laugharne Castle and the wooded path along the side of the Taf Estuary that leads to the boathouse.
The Boathouse terrace offers wonderful views of the Taf estuary and the Gower beyond – a haven for egrets, lapwings, herons, oystercatchers, seals and otters with fishermen and cocklers continuing the ancient traditions.
The Boathouse tearoom with its locally sourced, home-cooked menu provides a welcome respite for walkers tackling the newly launched Wales Coast Path.
As well as the tearoom, there is a furnished front parlour, an upstairs exhibition area showing a 24 minute film, a shop and toilet facilities.
It was Dylan Thomas, however, who made the Boathouse iconic. It is the building most closely associated with him and the stability of a permanent home meant he enjoyed a creative renaissance. He worked in the Writing Shed above the Boathouse with its remarkable and inspiring views of four estuaries.
The first poem he wrote there was ‘Over Sir John’s Hill’, in which he describes the view from the shed, writing of birds stalking their prey and bringing death in the midst of this beauty.
Over Sir John's hill,
The hawk on fire hangs still;
In a hoisted cloud, at drop of dusk, he pulls to his claws
And gallows, up the rays of his eyes the small birds of the bay
And the shrill child's play
Wars
Of the sparrows and such who swansing, dusk, in wrangling hedges.
And blithely they squawk
To fiery tyburn over the wrestle of elms until
The flash the noosed hawk
Crashes, and slowly the fishing holy stalking heron
In the river Towy below bows his tilted headstone.
Flash, and the plumes crack,
And a black cap of jack-
Daws Sir John's just hill dons, and again the gulled birds hare
To the hawk on fire, the halter height, over Towy's fins,
In a whack of wind.
There
Where the elegiac fisherbird stabs and paddles
In the pebbly dab-filled
Shallow and sedge, and 'dilly dilly,' calls the loft hawk,
'Come and be killed,'
I open the leaves of the water at a passage
Of psalms and shadows among the pincered sandcrabs prancing
And read, in a shell
Death clear as a bouy's bell:
All praise of the hawk on fire in hawk-eyed dusk be sung,
When his viperish fuse hangs looped with flames under the brand
Wing, and blest shall
Young
Green chickens of the bay and bushes cluck, 'dilly dilly,
Come let us die.'
We grieve as the blithe birds, never again, leave shingle and elm,
The heron and I,
I young Aesop fabling to the near night by the dingle
Of eels, saint heron hymning in the shell-hung distant
Crystal harbour vale
Where the sea cobbles sail,
And wharves of water where the walls dance and the white cranes stilt.
It is the heron and I, under judging Sir John's elmed
Hill, tell-tale the knelled
Guilt
Of the led-astray birds whom God, for their breast of whistles,
Have Mercy on,
God in his whirlwind silence save, who marks the sparrows hail,
For their souls' song.
Now the heron grieves in the weeded verge. Through windows
Of dusk and water I see the tilting whispering
Heron, mirrored, go,
As the snapt feathers snow,
Fishing in the tear of the Towy. Only a hoot owl
Hollows, a grassblade blown in cupped hands, in the looted elms
And no green cocks or hens
Shout
Now on Sir John's hill. The heron, ankling the scaly
Lowlands of the waves,
Makes all the music; and I who hear the tune of the slow,
Wear-willow river, grave,
Before the lunge of the night, the notes on this time-shaken
Stone for the sake of the souls of the slain birds sailing.