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According to tradition, Tzafat (Safed) was founded in the year 70 CE. The city has since come to be considered one of the four holiest cities in Judaism, along with Jerusalem, Hebron, and Tiberias. Much of Tzafat's present character, however, came about relatively recently - in the sixteenth century - when Jewish mystics and other religious scholars moved to Tzefat, in order to escape the Spanish Inquisition in Europe. They gave Tzafat its present distinction as the world center for Jewish mysticism - Kabballah. Tzafat today is an artists' colony and Kabballah center.
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On Thursday I went out to Kranket Island with the workmen from Lae Builders and Construction to put in place the monument for Eunie's grave. The bright, sunny day belied my mood, which was dismal. I have been very anxious to finish this unhappy task before I leave for an extended holiday for some rest and recuperation. I was grateful for the company of an old friend, one of Eunie's pals from a decade ago, Regine Neuhauser, who is visiting Madang for a short while. I needed to be propped up a few times during the day.
It was very hot in the blazing sun and the monument was extremely heavy. It is very solidly built. LBC did a good job.
It took quite a few of us to carry it up the hill from the water's edge to the grave site.
I did not attempt to help the workers lower it into the hole. I was feeling shaky enough already. We were there for four hours. We left as soon as the workmen returned to town to get more cement, as they had discovered that they did not bring enough.
On Saturday morning twelve of us piled into Mike Cassell's boat for the short ride to Kranket Island. Until I got on the boat I thought that I was going to be ok. Then I felt as if I were going to lose it. I asked Mike and Trevor to talk to me. They kept me chatting until we got to the island. Nasty black clouds were gathering over Madang.
I had fretted all evening concerning whether the workmen had dug the hole for Eunie's ashes. As it turned out, they had "forgotten" to do so. I could hear Eunie laughing at me. "Silly man. You expected everything to work smoothly? Did you forget where you are?" After a I made a suitable display of frustration and dismay one of the island residents retrieved a shovel and dug the hole while we all waited inside the small church.
Once again I found that I had no idea what to do. I asked Mike what he thought. Should I pour the ashes into the hole or simply put the whole container in? Mike decided for me that it was suitable to just place the container in the grave and cover it up. Hey, that's what friends are for - to help you when you can't help yourself. We all gathered around and I mumbled a few words of gratitude that we had all worked together to give Eunie the best possible care from the time she became ill. So many people helped - many more than gathered here to say goodbye to her. Finally, I invited all to drop a handful of sand into the grave and speak a few words if they liked. All I could manage was, "Goodbye, Baby."
Here is the small, intrepid group who braved the tropical sun at midday and made the trip to Kranket to bid Eunie farewell. In the background from left to right are Monty Armstrong, Di Cassell, Regine Neuhauser, Jenn Miller, Mike Cassell, Rich Jones and Trevor Hattersley. In the foreground are Meri Armstrong, me, Karen Simmons, Pascal Michon and Maureen Hill.
I was only mildly surprised that Di Cassell had laid on a very nice lunch for us at the Cassell home. We were all happy to recover from the heat and refresh ourselves in good company. It was a celebration of life. I could not help thinking that Eunie was enjoying the party. It is just the sort of gathering which she loved.
I have been very blessed to have gotten through the complex and uncertain processes necessary to lay Eunie's remains to rest in accordance with her wishes. It was something of which I was always aware while she was with me, but in a detached, otherworldly way. Yes, I knew what would be required, but the details proved to be messy and impossible to work out quickly. It took me five months to do the job. All that time Eunie's ashes rested in my closet two metres from my head as I slept. I can't say that I was in any way uncomfortable with this, except that it reminded me that I had not yet fulfilled my promise to her.
I do feel relieved now, but not as much as I thought I would. I still have much to do to recover and build a new life. Most of what I need to do is not going to be much fun. Some of it is very scary. However, in about three weeks I will be off on a major adventure. Never in my life have I made such a journey alone. That, by itself, is a little scary to me, but it is necessary for me to learn to do all things in life alone.
That includes learning to enjoy life alone. This is going to be the most difficult task of all.
I seriously considered trying to Dirty Dance my way across this log to get to the other side. Anyone remember he taught her how to balance on a log over water? Yeah!
I knew the trail well enough to know if I got past this point I'd probably be able to get close enough to Cedar Falls for some pictures. However, I sussed out the situation: sprained ankle, rain, Shoe Carnival galoshes, low cell phone battery, no cell phone signal, a whole lot of expensive new camera gear, and flood waters. I figured it was best not to try my luck. Plus I don't trust the all-weather camera bag submerged in water. I didn't really want to ruin all my gear... Sissy or smart? You be the judge.
Artist Ilona Granet worked with local domestic violence shelters in the creation of her street signs with the aim of aiding the community in its battle against domestic violence. The artist had originally installed a couple of the signs in the Village in the late 1980’s. With support from NYCDOT, they were reinstalled with a few additions to stimulate a discussion and raise awareness about gender and race issues. The signs were installed as part of Jamaica Center for the Arts and Learning’s “Jamaica Flux 2010: Workspaces and Windows."
NYCDOT Urban Art Program, Artervention
Safe Street by Ilona Garnet
Presented with Jamaica Center for Arts & Learning
Jamaica Avenue, Queens
FORT CARSON, Colo. – Major General Joseph Anderson, commanding general, 4th Infantry Division and Fort Carson, and Command Sgt. Maj. Brian Stall, senior enlisted leader, 4th Infantry Division and Fort Carson, wish Soldiers of the division’s 4th Brigade Combat Team a safe deployment to Afghanistan at the Fort Carson Arrival/Departure Airfield Control Group, March 3, 2012.
(U.S. Army photo by Pfc. Andrew Ingram, 4th Inf. Div. PAO)
The wild dog pups saw this tortoise and weren't brave enough to approach. With a few small barks they gave it a wide berth and move on. See video on www.wildcast.net
I took this in Alicante back in 2021 when people still believed in mask protection. About the pic I remember I noticed the girl on the left with that nice dress but initially I walked by. Soon after turned around from a little far and took this only pic which is a huge crop. I didn’t feature the pic in my post btw www.wiseguyofficial.com/europe/alicante
Family photo of participants at the 5th ITF Safer City Streets meeting, 10-11 April 2019, Buenos Aires, Argentina
Joana's boudoir session.
Technical:
Lit with one soft box above the model's head and another unmodified head to blow out the rear curtains (where visible). Aim was to provide a youthful, clean boudoir shot with no lingerie or bare bits showing.
jah isaac brought a granola bar for his weezer and buckled it up into the carseat while we waited on the front steps, and insisted on taking a photo of it, all safe and sound
12.05.2005
Paris
France
An old shot with the old powershot.
*I looked for the original size, but I did not find it. this is another feature of travelling too much! I must learn from HORIZON how to keep my photos Safe and Secure ;)
I heard Frank making all kinds of noise out back and found him smashing the garden apart chasing this baby bird that fell out of his nest. I got the bird before Frank did and tried to place it in the tree but it kept jumping out and Frank was on the prowl. The mother or father was giving me hell so I got the doors indoors and put the baby under the rosebush and left her for mom to hide. I will have to keep an eye on the boys - but there cats and dogs in every yard around here.
Say a prayer for the little fellow.
Black and white scrimshaw on ancient mammoth ivory by David Smith.
Size: 4 2/3"W x 2"D x 4 1/2"H
-- on ScrimshawGallery.com
Rust-Oleum presented their kitchen cabinet and countertop transformation kits during a media event in New Orleans, LA.
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