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I was having an extremely bad hair day, and my good friend decided to capture the moment for me. How kind.
My friend "Naow" bodyboarding at the Donnant beach. You can see more of him (with friends) here - Taken in Belle-Ile island.
I bought the old embroidered pincushion from a recent garage sale for 50c, it was stuffed inside a plastic lid, ha
Whenever I'm down
I call on you my friend
A helping hand you lend
In my time of need
Listen..
Whenever I'm down
And all that's going on
Is really going on
Just one of those days (and ju-h..)
You say the right things
To keep me moving on
To keep me going strong
(going strong)
(going strong)
Friend Street on Boston Garden Map.
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A 580EXII on cam set to Stroboscopic mode, 1/64 power 4 bursts @ 4Hz.. 3 Vivitar 285HVs at cam top right, left and right at 1/16th power, radio trigger set on a optical slave trigger to set them in sync with the 580EXII..
My friend Fang is a traditional girl,she never smoke.In this pix she pretend to smoke with a cigarette in her hand.it's cool!
A better friend was never had. BearCat was loved by all that met him. He was a unique and loving cat. Our lives were better for him being with us. He will be greatly missed. We love and miss you Bear baby!
Our dear sweet BearCat crossed the bridge today. He was my youngest son's best buddy and was dearly loved by my whole family. Bear has been with us since he was just 8 weeks old. He was more like a dog than a cat. He followed you around and stayed by your side. You could hold him like a baby on his back for as long as you wanted. He never tired of being with his people. He would let you know when it was bed time and would get mad if you ignored him. He was a gentle loving boy.
My son moved to Richmond in July and Bear went to live with him. Today my son called me in tears because he knew it was time to say goodbye to Bear. He drove him the 90 something miles to bring him home. We went to the Vet and Donald bravely passed him to the tech. The tech took him to the back to have the IV put in his old leg. As soon as the tech left the room Bear drew his last breath. The Vet came in devastated that Bear had passed without us being with him but my son was convinced that Bear had held on for him. He felt Bear crossed the bridge on his own terms. My son stood stoic while they put Bear in the box and then cried like a baby once we were in the car.
We brought Bear home with us and my son bravely dug a 3 foot hole and gave Bear the decent burial he deserved. He wanted him to be buried at the home he had spent his life in. My son grew up a lot today. He opened the box one last time before he laid Bear to rest. He gave his old buddy a kiss on the head. Then he said to me that something that is dead is not gross when you love them. May Bear rest in peace free from the pain of his old age.
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I took so many pictures out at my pond. It was so sunny I couldn't even see how many bugs were out there. ( I have a bunch of shots with bugs I didn't see when I took the picture) I was surprised to see this little friend in my picture when I went through them on the computer.
Another illustration I did for my poetry anthology -- this time for Matther Arnold's "To A Friend." I drew what the author's friend probably looked like, a hill, and a stage. The last being described as a "Tmolus hill" and "The mellow glory of the Attic stage" in the poem. Here's the poem and my explication...
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To A Friend
by Matthew Arnold
Who prop, thou ask'st in these bad days, my mind?
He much, the old man, who, clearest-souled of men,
Saw The Wide Prospect, and the Asian Fen,
And Tmolus hill, and Smyrna bay, though blind.
Much he, whose friendship I not long since won,
That halting slave, who in Nicopolis
Taught Arrian, when Vespasian's brutal son
Cleared Rome of what most shamed him. But be his
My special thanks, whose even-balanced soul,
From first youth tested up to extreme old age,
Business could not make dull, nor passion wild;
Who saw life steadily, and saw it whole;
The mellow glory of the Attic stage,
Singer of sweet Colonus, and its child
Explication: In “To A Friend,” Arnold is addressing things he’s been through with a friend. It seems like his friend was someone he’ll never forget and was someone he always enjoyed spending time with. The author implies that he’s been through the good and the bad with his friend. No matter what, they most likely were supportive of each other. I think people that have been friends for a long time can relate to this. Those that could relate to this are those that often reminisce about friends that have moved on in life.
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Mechanical pencil, black pen, and colored pencils.
Санкт - Петербург, Невский проспект,площадь Александро Невского,Александро-Невская лавра,Друг,Россия,