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We got to see two different sets of cubs while visiting a small area of Lake Clark National park. This was Agro and her three cubs.
It was so much fun watching the 3 cubs play. But the fun was balanced out with some drama the next day. We were cruising on the beach when our guide spotted a bear running. As we got closer, we realized it was a cub without its mother. Our guide quickly checked the meadow, and Agro was there with only 2 cubs. The cub was running in the wrong direction!
Heartbroken, we decided to leave Agro alone in hopes that she would eventually find her cub. The other lodge instructed all the other groups to leave Agro alone.
Fortunately, the next morning had a happy ending. We spotted Agro with 3 cubs.
The lost cub is that darker cub on the right (I think).
Nakameguro (中目黒) is a quiet residential district of Meguro, Tokyo. It is very nice to walk along the Meguro River (目黒川).
Many scenes in the drama series “Matrimonial Chaos” (最高の離婚 Saikou no Rikon) and Shitsuren Chocolatier (Heartbroken Chocolatier / 失恋ショコラティエ) of Fuji TV took place on streets of this area also.
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Izzie and Gabie Smith, #1 and #2 ... aarrgghhhh! They started it all, right after I retired disabled and moved after being so sick with two major cancer battles, then my last dog, Gabe, died. I was heartbroken and knew I'd never have another pet. Then ...
"How much are those kittens in the window?" she asks walking one day downtown in my new historic town of Sebring. They were in a filthy, horrible little bird cage in the window of a groomer's shop. Tiny little creatures who needed me to rescue them. Izzie locked eyes with me through the shop window, and even though I moved and moved, she never broke her beseeching gaze.
I had a third major cancer battle after rescuing so many. I truly think they helped save me ... until Jesus saved my soul in 2006 that is!
So that's how the Smith clan of eleven got started. I rescued feral cats for the next seven years before I moved to Orlando and retired that mission and passion! Well, that's not exactly correct. I moved here with nine, then got taken advantage of by a new neighbor ... and then there were eleven! Abbie and Ashlie are truly, TRULY the last ones! I promise (again), Jesus.
Call this one the big tease.
After 69 years in operation, Colorado's famous Ski Train made its last run on 29 Mar 09 leaving its fans and followers heartbroken. To be fair, the Ski Train had been operating at a financial loss to its owners for 21 years, but the economic collapse, rising liability coverage, and pending and uncertain upgrades at Denver's Union Station were enough to push the Ski Train into the history books.
But in stepped the San Luis & Rio Grande with a plan to continue the 69-year tradition of a passenger train running between Denver and Winter Park, CO. The SLRG had worked out a deal with Union Pacific (who owned the line) and Amtrak (who would run the trains) and the resurrected Ski Train was set to make its first run under new owners on 27 Dec 09! But in the days leading up to the first departure, pending issues remained unresolved. Verbal agreements and good will didn't stand up and things started to fall apart. On 28 Dec 09, the 2009-2010 Ski Train was cancelled. The main issue was that Amtrak could not reach a deal to run the trains citing unsafe equipment.
But none of that drama was in play when I "accidentally" happened out onto the passenger platform at Union Station a week before departure day to snap some shots of the recently leased and arrived SD90MACs which would provide power for the upcoming Ski Train. These things sparkled in the sunshine and I wondered what they would look like heading up the mountains and through the tunnels on their way to Winter Park.
After a brief discussion with a security guard who was quite peeved at my presence, I was on my way with a rare sampling of the Ski Train that never was...
Yesterday, Amy and I helped move our daughter Mara to her new apartment, and new life, in Philadelphia. She is our last child to leave the nest, and while I'm excited for this new chapter of her life to begin, I am also heartbroken to see her go. Love you, Mar! ❤
It is impossible to go through their doors without being heartbroken for all those people walking in & out. Celebrate life !!! ♥️ And just a little fact about me: my mutated Eastern European genes can’t handle alcohol (at all !)
Sweet Ella-belle, our dear friend Elizabeth's beautiful golden girl, died yesterday. unexpected and way too young. Cisco and I are heartbroken. we will love her forever. we will miss her forever.
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Joe found a bunch of Heather's sweaters that she hasn't moved out of the house yet.
On his own he pulled them all out and made himself a bed to lay on.
We're both heartbroken to have lost such a special person in our lives.
My Beloved Cat El-Gato "Gats" who passed away Thursday 18-04-2019, he was so gentle, loving and sweet. I am completely heartbroken. I'm going to miss him so much
Sometimes a broken heart is merely an excrutiating, yet necessary transitional state to something even better. Taken in the wee hours of April 17, 2016.
— Bonnie Tyler
I've been wanting to do something like this with these stuff for so long. This one's just an experiment. I've yet to perfect everything and bring out a better shot using the same elements.
Processed Using Adobe Photoshop CS4
P.S. i dont understand Explore aka the so called 'Magic Donkey'. the shots that i think are worth being on Explore never do go on on there and the ones that i put least effort on and dont expect anything from go on Explore. so weird. i've seen this on other people's photostreams too - shots of theirs that truly deserve Explore front page don't even make it to Explore.
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This cloud formation was slowly moving across the plains, sucking up energy and trying to get organized. Slowly it began having lightning bursts. A little later it would be dropping large hail and producing intense cloud to ground lightning displays.
Tomorrow looks like it will be another very dramatic day across the Central States. I'm hoping nothing like what happened in Joplin Missouri will repeat itself in Oklahoma and Kansas, where it looks most likely where the action is going to fire up. I lived near Joplin and was heartbroken to see the town leveled, and unrecognizable. My thoughts are with the many who have lost homes and loved ones.
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Cisco Sugarbear
September 21, 1999 - April 28, 2014
I am heartbroken about the loss of my beloved Sugarbear.
The king of butterflies in honor of the King of Kings! And as Jim said - a caterpillar to represent new life. And after all - Jesus created the miraculous life cycles of this and all caterpillars as well as the miracle (and mystery) of the Monarchs' migration to Mexico. This caterpillar was in the lantana in my flower garden in Georgia.
Here's a heavenly story from a book I'm reading by a woman, Valerie Paters, who was teased as a child because of her difficulties walking and was in a deadly car accident as an adult - and visited Jesus in heaven. She returned to tell about it. If you're skeptical - check out interviews online or her book. Here's an excerpt appropriate for the day:
"Lush green plants & big leafy trees stood on its banks. Butterflies landed on gigantic fruit hanging from branches that arched the river. Melodies from harps, pianos, horns and drums hung in the atmosphere like symphonies applauding the King of heaven. ...
"One moment I was on its banks; the next, I was midstream with Jesus splashing me. I didn't know what to think. He splashed me again, and it was on. We played like children. Without a word, I understood that Jesus didn't want me on the sidelines watching other people having fun. ... He remembered the heartbroken kid who couldn't walk. He knew she still needed to play. Former hurts were washed away. New, holy memories took their place.
"Joy! Joy! Joy! The river sang it, and I thought I heard the trees clap their hands."
(Valerie Paters & Cheryl Schuelke, "Heaven is a Breath Away: an Unexpected Journey to Heaven and Back")
Have a very blessed & Merry Christmas!!! Vicki
“Darkness cannot drive out darkness: only light can do that.
Hate cannot drive out hate: only love can do that.”
― Martin Luther King Jr., A Testament of Hope: The Essential Writings and Speeches
****Novembre 13, 2015***
A tous les Français, recevez mes très sincères condoléances et l’expression de ma plus profonde sympathie.
I wish to send our condolences to your country and Paris in particular. We are heartbroken by this attack on you. You have our deepest sympathy and our hearts and our prayers are with you.
***Also my condolences to the people of Beirut/Lebanon...
www.nytimes.com/2015/11/16/world/middleeast/beirut-lebano...
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title from backstreet boys lyrics.
Helgamine (Big Witch) and her sister Zeldaborne (Little Witch) are citizens and the only two witches of Halloweentown.
Zeldaborne (Little Witch) was engaged to Victor Draculason, but one early morning, he went for a walk and never returned, leaving her a widow. Heartbroken, she turned to witchcraft and has never been the same ever since.
14 days until Halloween
Today I unexpectedly lost my beautiful dog Sammy. I came home to find her coughing up blood and it coming out of her nose on Thanksgiving. I rushed her to the emergency vet and she had cardiac arrest and I had to put her down there was no treatment option. Apparently she had undiagnosed lung and liver cancer that was missed despite regular checkups. They were only found today because the ER vet did an ultrasound. A tumor ruptured in her lungs causing the blood to come out of her nose and for her to not be able to breathe and cough. My heart is broken. Gone but never forgotten 2018-2006. RIP sweet girl I'll always miss you and birding won't be the same without you. This border collie x blue heeler loved birding with me she never chased a bird and helped me find nighthawks and other birds she would sit down and patiently watch them and never chase them. She was a real gem. She was my heart. I am completely heartbroken. I got her from the SPCA 12 years ago as a scared little puppy. I'll miss her forever.
My favourite book of all is Wilkie Collins' "The Woman in White", widely acknowledged as the first mystery novel and the one work Collins instructed to have carved into his tombstone.
I fell in love with the book as a teenager, my Mother's favourite book being Collins' "The Moonstone", and always come back to it when I really want to lose myself in a book.
"The Woman in White" makes me sad, happy, elated, scared, heartbroken and surprised no matter how many times I read it.
I do truly feel part of its pages every time I open my threadbare second copy, the first losing its pages long ago through too many hours spent lost in its pages.
I used a stock photograph for the open book, from ~GothicBohemianStock on deviant art, but the figure is me and the pages that form my silhouette are scanned from my copy...
No books were harmed in making this photograph...my bookbinder Grandpa would never forgive me!!
For today's The Rogue Players..."Book Impression"
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I'm in the middle of watching Bourdain's Parts Unknown in the DRC, and it reminded me of my trip to Tibet. The DRC is one of two trips (with the KKH in Pakistan being the other) that I'm not sure I'll ever be able to do. When I was younger, I watched TV shows about the bush pilots and more recently followed a couple's journey traversing the country. I can only hope the situation in the world improves and I can do both; if not, I am so happy, heartbroken, and stirred to be able to travel with Bourdain tonight.
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Another shot of this 1946-1949 International Dumptruck which sits in a field near Santa Paula, California, USA.
I mentioned in the last one I posted that it is hard to see any more because of all the junk that has since been stacked around it.
Just glued to the television today - feeling shocked, scared, embarrassed, horrified, and completely heartbroken.
Spirit Island, located on Maligne Lake, in the Canadian Rockies.
An ancient First Nations legend holds that once upon a time a boy and a girl from different tribes would meet on Spirit Island once a week. They fell deeply in love, despite the fact their tribes were bitter enemies. When the girl, the daughter of her tribe's Chief, confessed her forbidden love to her father, he banned her from ever returning to the island to see the boy. The boy, heartbroken, continued to return to the island, hoping against hope to see his lover once again. He died on that island, waiting for her to return. It is said that now his spirit still haunts the island, still searching for his lost love.
12.4.14... our wee cat is still missing. I feel horrible. I keep imagining what could have happened to her. Tonight will be the third night where she hasn't been fed or warm or cuddled. We've put up posters and walked through the local woods but there's been no sign of her. My poor kitty. I'm a bit heartbroken.
Week fifty one of fifty two weeks.
Day 208 of 365 days.
I apologize for being SO absent. Literally it has been over a week I've uploaded, but I have been out doing more amazing things. I'm about 2 months behind in my 365 day project and a week behind my 52 project which ends next week. On Monday, I left for New York City with the band, orchestra, and choir at my school. After 17 hours on the bus, we arrived in NYC. The first day we toured Radio City Hall. We went to Grand Central Station, and then saw this beautiful view on the Empire State building. On Wednesday, we went to Central Park for a brief time, and played at Lincoln Center, and also went to The Blue Men Group. On Thursday, we toured Time Square and went to Phantom of the Opera which was so amazing. Then on Friday, we went to the 9/11 memorial, the Harbor Cruise, and China Town. New York was just so amazing. I think someday I will live there because I was heartbroken that we had to leave. I got closer to a lot of people, and just felt so small in such a big city. I realized how blessed I truly am. See you soon, New York.
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Even after a long night of work -
Even after the company of the lavish -
- the opulent,
- the debaucherous,
We can find pleasure in the simple things, like a meal in a hole in a wall after we kick off our giuseppe zanotti heels and let down our hair
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This is Lily. She was a Lynx Ragdoll, and she was the sweetest baby ever. When she was just a few months old, we found out that she had cardiomyopathy, which is a heart defect that can be a problem within the Ragdoll breed. We were heartbroken, but determined to make her short life as happy as possible. I gave her 2 different medications 3 times every day, and she was sweet and content for her 2 years of life.... I still miss her.....
OK maybe not quite yet fierce! Yesterday I was heartbroken to learn that two of the great horned owlet trio I’ve been watching had died. The third also seemed near death but apparently pulled through. At first I thought oh no not the avian flu again, but the symptoms people reported seem more consistent with rodenticide poisoning. Given the urban setting of the nest site it is likely. Representatives from our local raptor center came to pick up the bodies of the two dead owlets and will let a friend of mine know the testing results. Although I did not witness their suffering myself I was beside myself with grief. I will post all my photos and videos to honor them.
Transplanting
BY LEE ANN RORIPAUGH
For my mother, Yoshiko Horikoshi Roripaugh
1. X-Ray
My mother carried the chest x-ray
in her lap on the plane, inside
a manila envelope that read
Do Not Bend and, garnished
with leis at the Honolulu Airport,
waited in line—this strange image
of ribcage, chain-link vertebrae,
pearled milk of lung, and the murky
enigmatic chambers of her heart
in hand. Until it was her turn
and the immigration officer held
the black-and-white film up
to sun, light pierced clean through
her, and she was ushered from one
life through the gate of another,
wreathed in the dubious and illusory
perfume of plucked orchids.
2. Ceramic Pig
Newly arrived in New Mexico,
stiff and crisp in new dungarees,
her honeymoon, they drove
into the mountains in a borrowed car,
spiraling up and up toward the rumor
of deer, into the green tangy turpentine
scent of pine, where air crackled
with the sizzling collision of bees,
furred legs grappling velvet bodies
as they mated midair, and where
they came upon the disconsolate gaze
of a Madonna alcoved against
the side of the road, her feet wreathed
in candles, fruit, flowers, and other
offerings. Nearby, a vendor
with a wooden plank balanced between
two folding chairs and the glossy
row of ceramic pigs lined up across,
brilliant glaze shimmering the heat.
My mother fell in love with the red-
and-blue splash of flowers tattooed
into fat flanks and bellies, the green
arabesques of stem and leaf circling
hoof, snout, and ear. So exotic.
Years later she still describes the pig
with a sigh—heartbroken, the word
she chooses with careful consideration.
She’d filled the pig with Kennedy dollars
from the grocery budget, each half dollar
a small luxury denied at the local
Piggly Wiggly, until one day, jingling
the shift and clink of the pig’s
growing silver weight, she shook
too hard, and as if the hoarded wealth
of her future were too much to contain,
the pig broke open—spilling coins
like water, a cold shiny music, into her lap—
fragments of bright pottery shards
scattering delicate as Easter eggshell.
3. Sneeze
My mother sneezes in Japanese. Ké-sho!
An exclamation of surprise—two sharp
crisp syllables before pulling out
the neatly folded and quartered tissue
she keeps tucked inside the wrist
of her sweater sleeve. Sometimes,
when ragweed blooms, I wonder why
her sneeze isn’t mine, why something
so involuntary, so deeply rooted
in the seed of speech, breaks free from
my mouth like thistle in a stiff breeze,
in a language other than my mother’s
tongue. How do you chart the diaspora
of a sneeze? I don’t know how
you turned out this way, she always
tells me, and I think that we are each
her own moon—one face in shadow,
undisclosed seas and surprising mountains,
rotating in the circular music
of separate spheres, but held in orbit
by the gravitational muscle
of the same mercurial spinning heart.
4. Dalmatian
There is an art to this. To shish
kebab the varnished pit of avocado
on three toothpicks above a pickle jar
of cool water, tease down the pale
thirsty hairs of root until one sinewy
arm punches up and unclenches its green
fisted hand, palm open, to the sun.
To discern the oniony star-struck
subterfuge of bulbs, their perverse
desires, death-like sleeps, and conspire
behind the scenes to embroider
the Elizabethan ruffles and festoons
of their flamboyant resurrections.
To trick the tomatoes into letting down
their swelling, tumescent orbs
in the cottony baked heat of the attic
until their sunburnt faces glow
like round orange lanterns under
the crepuscular twilight of the eaves.
Unwrapping the cuttings of succulents
from their moist, paper-towel bandages,
and snugging them down into firm
dimples of dirt and peat, coaxing up
the apple-green serpentine coils of sweet
pea with a snake charmer’s song to wind
around the trellis and flicker their quick
pink-petaled tongues. The tender slips
of mint, sueded upturned bells of petunia,
and slim fingers of pine that pluck
the metal window screen like a tin harp
by the breakfast nook where my father
stirs his morning coffee and waits
for the neighbors’ Dalmatian to hurl
itself over the back fence and hang,
limply twisting and gasping on the end
of its chain and collar like a polka-dotted
petticoat, until my father goes outside
and takes its baleful kicking weight
in his arms and gently tosses it back
over the fence into the neighbors’ yard.
Year after year, the dandelions
and clover are weeded out, summers
come and go, and roots stubbornly inch
down around the foundation of the house—
labyrinthine, powerful and deep.
5. Japanese Apple
She was given an apple on the plane,
round and fragrant with the scent
of her grandfather’s fruit orchards
during autumn, when chestnuts
dropped from their trees and struck
the metal rooftop like the small heavy
tongues of bells, and black dragon-
flies like quick shiny needles darted
in and out of the spin and turn
of leaves fluttering down like soft
bright scraps of silk. She wrapped
the apple in a napkin to save
for later, and it was confiscated
at customs before she had the chance
for even a taste. Over the years it
seemed to grow larger, yellower, juicier
and more delicious, and even though
there were burnished rows of apples
stacked in gleaming pyramids
at the supermarket with quaint
names like Macintosh, Winesap,
and Granny Smith, and even though
there were sunlit apple orchards
at my American grandfather’s ranch,
where rattlesnakes slumbered
in the heat and redolence of fruit
flesh, frightening the horses,
she sampled one after another,
but they never tasted as sweet
or as bright as the apple taken from her,
the one she had to leave behind.
Lee Ann Roripaugh, “Transplanting” from Year of the Snake. Copyright © 2004 by Lee Ann Roripaugh. Reprinted by permission of Southern Illinois University Press.
Source: Year of the Snake (Southern Illinois University Press, 2004)
Cleadon old Windmill at Sunset.
The ruined windmill on the hills was constructed in the 1820s. The mill is built on the highest part of Cleadon Hills on a slight artificial mound. The building incorporates a stone reefing stage, a feature that was peculiar to windmills in the area.
The mill was severely damaged in a storm at some time during the 1870s, and then suffered the indignity of being a target for gunnery practice during the First World War. A photograph dating from the 1920s shows the rotating cap and the windshaft more or less intact but without the sails, which were presumably destroyed during the storm that put the mill out of business. Nowadays the entrances to the mill are barred and locked, the remains of internal machinery that were visible in the mill during the 1970s are now gone, although broken fragments of a millstone remain.
A local legend relates the story of Elizabeth Gibbon, a heartbroken woman who threw herself from the top of the mill tower and whose ghost apparently haunts the ruin of the mill to this day. The windmill was operated by the Gibbon family at the time the storm took place, which lends some weight to the tale of Elizabeth's suicide.
This boy lives in an apartment adjacent to this one.He was around when i went there to shoot,so i asked him if he'd like to pose for me and he reluctantly agreed.Thankfully!.The result is before you.The image depicts my country's state at the moment.People are generally heartbroken and disgusted with life as senseless killing sprees become more rampant.Just my way of expressing how i feel and what im going through at the moment.Thank you for your interest in my work.Really appreciate it.
Well a few people have been posting on flickr about the recent POTUS results with Superman in the forefront. I wanted to join in.
I've had all day to think about this and one thing that I've come to realize, is that we've gotta keep our heads up! I know myself personally, I'm heartbroken. Pessimism and Aggression have won. Lies and Greed have won. Oppression and Fear Mongering have won today and it's a damn shame.
The US chose the worst kind of person to become the most powerful man in the world and it's scary.
But see that only makes us the underdog now. We've gotta keep fighting! We've got to keep moving forward! Pushing for honesty and kindness before cynicism and hatred! We're all human, we're all still alive, and we can only do better from here!
Don't let it dampen your spirits! In the next coming weeks try your best to be positive and uplifting to those around you! Smile and laugh and love and care for as many people as you can! Because the amount of people hurting right now is only going to get bigger. Keep your friends and families close, and remind them that everything will be okay. That's what Superman would do.
We could use a Superman to give us hope. To right all the wrongs, bring justice to the people, and oppose monsters that want to control the world. But that would be too easy. We've got to do it for ourselves!
Remember to keep kindness in your heart.
I'm gonna leave you guys with a monologue from The Great Dictator performed by Charlie Chaplin. Take a couple minutes out of your evening and just listen.
Breathe.
We'll get through this together.
“I’m sorry, but I don’t want to be an emperor. That’s not my business. I don’t want to rule or conquer anyone. I should like to help everyone - if possible - Jew, Gentile - black man - white. We all want to help one another. Human beings are like that. We want to live by each other’s happiness - not by each other’s misery. We don’t want to hate and despise one another. In this world there is room for everyone. And the good earth is rich and can provide for everyone. The way of life can be free and beautiful, but we have lost the way.
Greed has poisoned men’s souls, has barricaded the world with hate, has goose-stepped us into misery and bloodshed. We have developed speed, but we have shut ourselves in. Machinery that gives abundance has left us in want. Our knowledge has made us cynical. Our cleverness, hard and unkind. We think too much and feel too little. More than machinery we need humanity. More than cleverness we need kindness and gentleness. Without these qualities, life will be violent and all will be lost....
The aeroplane and the radio have brought us closer together. The very nature of these inventions cries out for the goodness in men - cries out for universal brotherhood - for the unity of us all. Even now my voice is reaching millions throughout the world - millions of despairing men, women, and little children - victims of a system that makes men torture and imprison innocent people.
To those who can hear me, I say - do not despair. The misery that is now upon us is but the passing of greed - the bitterness of men who fear the way of human progress. The hate of men will pass, and dictators die, and the power they took from the people will return to the people. And so long as men die, liberty will never perish....
Soldiers! don’t give yourselves to brutes - men who despise you - enslave you - who regiment your lives - tell you what to do - what to think and what to feel! Who drill you - diet you - treat you like cattle, use you as cannon fodder. Don’t give yourselves to these unnatural men - machine men with machine minds and machine hearts! You are not machines! You are not cattle! You are men! You have the love of humanity in your hearts! You don’t hate! Only the unloved hate - the unloved and the unnatural! Soldiers! Don’t fight for slavery! Fight for liberty!
In the 17th Chapter of St Luke it is written: “the Kingdom of God is within man” - not one man nor a group of men, but in all men! In you! You, the people have the power - the power to create machines. The power to create happiness! You, the people, have the power to make this life free and beautiful, to make this life a wonderful adventure.
Then - in the name of democracy - let us use that power - let us all unite. Let us fight for a new world - a decent world that will give men a chance to work - that will give youth a future and old age a security. By the promise of these things, brutes have risen to power. But they lie! They do not fulfil that promise. They never will!
Dictators free themselves but they enslave the people! Now let us fight to fulfil that promise! Let us fight to free the world - to do away with national barriers - to do away with greed, with hate and intolerance. Let us fight for a world of reason, a world where science and progress will lead to all men’s happiness. Soldiers! in the name of democracy, let us all unite!”
Heartbroken with the passing of the greatest blues/rock singer of all-time, Gregg Allman (69). He will be buried this Saturday in Macon, Georgia, next to his brother Duane Allman who died in a motorcycle accident in October 1971 at the age of 24. They were The Architects
of Southern Rock in America - Together Again - RIP Allman Brothers
[Gregory Lenoir Allman : December 8th, 1947 - May 27th, 2017]
Brief Band History and Funeral Arrangements
www.youtube.com/watch?v=T6jDBcEdpkU
"Statesboro Blues" - The Allman Brothers Band
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ezPZxfS1jys
"Stormy Monday" - The Allman Brothers Band
www.youtube.com/watch?v=1gDhR1R3S0s
50 Year History of The Allman Brothers Band
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Allman_Brothers_Band
www.facebook.com/allmanbrothersband
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Spring Sunset ~ Boca Raton, Florida
South Florida ~ Florida Everglades U.S.A.
(two more photos 'from this night' in the comments)
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What happened to DUANE ALLMAN?:
the red version of this is still available for the haiti fundraiser at Scribble or the Grim Bros. Mainstore hint hint
This is what www.amazoncares.org is all about. In this case we took a LOT of time to teach this abandoned dog, Calipso, that it was alright to trust people. And her new owner, Lady, does not suffer from the many social prejudices that exist about stray dogs. A match made in Heaven!!
UPDATE MAY 2007: I am heartbroken to report that Calipso has passed away of natural causes. Her heart was just too big and full of love! I have written a memorial essay that I hope you will read and share with others.
Esto es lo que es todo acerca de. En este caso, nosotros tomamos mucho tiempo de enseñar este perro abandonado, Calipso, que lo estuvo bien fiarse de personas. Su nuevo dueño, la Señora, no sufre de los muchos prejuicios sociales que existen acerca de perros perdidos. ¡Un igual hizo en el Cielo!!
ACTUALICE el 2007 de mayo: Soy angustioso para informar que Calipso se ha muerto de causas naturales. ¡El corazón fue justo demasiado grande y lleno de amor!
He escrito un ensayo conmemorativo que espera que usted leerá y compartirá con otros
Came home from vacation to learn that my 15 year old cat, Jinx, had taken a turn for the worse. He had been diagnosed with Megacolon 7 weeks prior and had shown a little improvement after a procedure and medications, so I was hopeful. But he now had completely stopped eating and hadn't had a bowel movement in days, and during the 7 weeks had lost more than 1/2 his weight. Although he still explored the yard and purred like crazy when cuddled, it was clear that he was uncomfortable. Rather than wait for him to inevitably severely suffer, I made the very very difficult decision to let him go yesterday. I have to admit, I am heartbroken.