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The real Iconic Man Ray Image Has A Record-Breaking Reserve Price of $5 Million this is my fun version...
(on 'no more's and 'never again's)
April 2014
© Lise Utne
One of the local 'Stolpersteine', which are cobblestone-sized memorials commemorating victims of the Holocaust; here Kalman Glick
Stolpersteine / [stumbling stones], by artist Gunter Demnig, are now found in many of the countries where the Jewish population was decimated in the Holocaust, including Norway.
The bucket list:
Kicking a bucket into a deep well
is far off comprehensive reality.
But if you can get it out again
and fill it with words to your gain,
checking off some tasks you have do
it's more than what people might mean!
Angela Merkel, chancellor of Germany, said there should be no limits for immigration from the Muslim Middle East to Germany.
Did Merkel just "read out Germany's suicide note"?
MY NOTE:To make it short - just remember WHY they are refugees in such a large number? They flee because they are on a KILLING SPREE among each other. They are on a killing spree to eliminating EACH OTHER as they did for the past 1.400 years in the name of ALLAH and wanting to do the same everywhere they go - feel free to share...
Having bagged his spot on a trolley, a spotter notes down 86030 as it runs through Crewe light engine on 30th May 1978. White Adidas bag is a classic!
Zenit EM Scanned from a Kodacolour negative
in this chris ravenscroft shot of northwich 8f 48272 at it's home shed taken in 1967 the smoke box seems to have been repaired by rivetting on two patches
I keep a paper record of the photos I add to my two 365 groups. This is the list for the daily self-portrait group 365 Days of which (by dint of long-service) I'm one of the admins.
You will note that this is photograph 3543 of my daily selfies. Early in 2007 I saw Flickr folk posting daily self-portraits but I'd missed the obvious starting point of the First of January so I waited until my 65th birthday on 21 April 2007
The hereios of the We're Here! group have paid a visit to a group which we have each set up for the purpose. I have set up the Bulldog clips group. Admission is free to all, but submissions will be ruthlessly moderated. BULLDOG is a registered trademark of Brandsley Limited which is licensed to Faire Bros & Co Limited. Its registration as a trademark in the United Kingdom dates back to 1944.
Stuck for an idea for your daily 365 shot? Try the hereios of the We're Here! group for inspiration.
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I haphazardly collect old and new hymn books. I bought these two from the historical library at Eastern Mennonite University in Harrisonburg, VA, while doing some research there. The open book is The Sacred Hymnal, a shape note tunebook from the Ruebush Kieffer Co., the main focus of my recent research efforts. Edited by J. H. Hall, J. H. Ruebush, and W. H. Ruebush, the book was published in 1899 and intended for worship services, prayer meetings, Sunday school, revivals, and other religious meetings. It contains 200 hymns divided into 7 sections: worship, man’s ruin and redemption, the Christian life, the Christian church, young people’s department, the life beyond, and miscellaneous.
The other book is Sacred Songs No.1, edited by Ira D. Sankey, James McGranahan, and George C. Stebbins. The book is in round notes and published by the Biglow and Main Company of New York in 1896. Sankey and Philip Bliss were instrumental in the formation of gospel music, publishing their first collection of songs for gospel meetings in 1875. The book includes many new songs along with “useful and popular pieces,” making it “practical and desirable.” Many sacred and gospel music publishers in the late 19th century issued new songbooks on a regular basis, suggesting that the public sang regularly from the published books and had an appetite for new songs. The editors express their hope that the book will be useful in churches and prayers meetings, as well as in the home so that “the good old-time custom of singing the praises of God in the home may again be revived.”
A parody of From First To Last's "Note To Self: I Miss You Terribly"
Explore: Aug 18, 2007 #86
Thanks, guys!
An age old form of communication. From the elementary notes passed furtively from desk to desk in the classroom between giggling children to the more serious messages of eternal love penned by lovestruck teenagers then stuck in lockers or jacket pockets. As parents we leave these in our children's lunches for them to find as a treat along with their cookies.
They served their purpose as they still do. Like a love letter they are by nature short and to the point; "see you, love you, til later, til then." Short on paper but long on meaning.
There is nothing better than to find one of these jewels, a touching note, a humorous jibe, a reminder to accomplish, or maybe a date. Handy little things these notes are. But mostly, they are a reminder that I'm thinking of you and soon I'll be with you; hopefully sooner, maybe later, but I am thinking about you enough to write it.
This particular love note embellished with one of phyl's anniversary roses.
Love you!
52 of Twenty Eleven - Theme: Love - Week #07
Achei uma pasta de fotos inéditas que esse mês completam um ano de registro. rs
=p
Ps. Fiz a iluminação com a lanterna do Smartphone #notinha
...don't leave your camera lying around. These are NOT my boobs. I carry my camera with me everywhere I go. Today I took it out of my purse and laid it on my desk. A coworker snapped this pic at some point without me knowing it. I think I know who this is and tomorrow i'll ask to see her boobs just to make sure. OK not really but other than me, there is only one other person at work who would do this...
It's been a while since i've posted anything here. I need to get my act together. I've been so busy with work and life and there was an unexpected death last week that just put us in a funk for a few days...not that any death is ever expected.
Some note cards I made at shutterfly.com, with sketches from my moleskine sketchbooks. Tapas sketch was don at Bar Cesar and sushi at Miyuki, both in Berkeley.
See more sketches at the Trumpetvine Sketchblog
Getting a note from our 3 1/2 year-old granddaughter in the mail is a wonderful surprise. Since I didn't have children of my own, it is an especial delight to see an envelope addressed to Nana (amd Papa). And no, I do not know why there's a rocket on here. Or wait, maybe it's something else entirely!
ODC: Note
Read about the project here...
Silvered Sky
Between the boughs I am silvered sky, I am cloud and flock and flare,
I am fox, I am vole, I am badger, mouse, I am otter, stoat and hare.
Minerals aplenty, I am silt and mud and stone,
I am even parts of perished things, I am flesh and blood and bone.
Twisted lines and knotted forms, I am branch and stem and shoot,
Wooded shapes and shadows show I am twig and trunk and root.
Shelter, roost and hideaway, a place to nest and perch,
Texture made of leaf and bark, I am willow, alder, birch.
Beaks and feathers, wings and eyes, I am swoop and brilliant flash,
I am also fin and gill and scales, a twisting, turning dash.
Kingfisher, duck and moorhen, I am swan and heron too,
I am pike and carp and rainbow trout and tench, to name a few.
Come closer and you'll start to see, I am many smaller things,
Fallen leaves and heavy rain, gifts each season brings,
Torrent, trickle, snow and ice, fog and pelting hail,
I am toad and newt and dragonfly, I am beetle, snake and snail.
There’s magic left to show you, a favourite trick of mine,
I’ll flicker bright and beautiful, despite the gloom I’ll shine.
And into dusk we're nearer still, you won’t believe it’s me,
Performance unlike those before, just you wait and see.
I am yellow, orange, pink and red, fluorescent green and blue,
But wait please just a moment, that's not my usual hue.
I think I may be poorly, I am feeling off today,
I am usually quite proud of all my colours on display.
Something’s wrong, I know it now, I am clearly not the same,
And as I swell to ocean, I'll wonder who's to blame.
I am metal and I am plastic, not things I am meant to be,
I should be clean and pure and free, as I become the sea.
Impurities and poisons, no longer just the wild,
I am chemicals and solvents too, it seems I’ve been beguiled.
Ashamed to be pollution, this surely is a crime,
I hope this is reversible, and if so that there’s still time.
When darkness falls and closes in, my midnight show is on,
Ten million lucid stars reborn, I am each and every one.
Between the boughs I am silvered sky, tonight still bold and true,
Consider me is all I ask. Don’t forget I am also you.
David Thackwell
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If anyone wants to know why I have a grey buddy icon ... its a (peaceful) protests against Getty giving away lots of our images to Google without even bothering to ask the contributors if its OK. Google then stripped all the metadata off the images and started giving them away. I had hoped the contributors meant more to Getty than that! :(
Birds on wires in Paull, East Yorkshire. I can't read music, but if I could would these music notes formed by these birds be Leonard Cohen's 'Bird on a Wire"?