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She can still show the young 'uns a thing or two...
[Seen at the 2011 "Taste Of The Danforth" food festival in Toronto]
The end of the day and the swap meet, as the parking lot emptied... This couple had actually been to the gun show in a different building, but they couldn't get enough of this old pickup...
A drive up the highway on the weekend to the Red Deer Automotive Swap Meet... It was a packed parking lot, lots of interesting classic cars to take in outside...
A few photos taken over the weekend, on a visit to the amazing Antique Haven. There are so many buildings and grounds to cover that I thought I was lost a few times.
They are open the first weekend of the month, till November.
Hours - 9 to 5
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1V31 57313, Arriva's flagship service connecting North and South Wales heads south at Sutton Bridge, 24.2.12
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who: people/ street
taken pics by car (fiat//panda)
where Pz Ortis Triest, Italy
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"Noel and Gertie" was performed by The Hunter Valley Theatre Company at the Civic Playhouse 9 October -3 November, 1990.
Sheridan Morley "has drawn on (Noel) Coward's autobiography, letters, telegrams and other writings to link excerpts from the handful of plays in which the two were paired".
Cast and Crew Details:
Sher Guhl (Actor)
Brendan Higgins (Actor)
Glenn Keenan (Choreographer)
Noel Coward (Composer)
Sheridan Morley (Playwright)
Noel Coward (Writer)
Source: AusStage
This photograph was scanned from The Hunter Valley Theatre Company Archives (Box A9029). This collection contains images of Theatrical Productions staged by The Hunter Valley Theatre Company, Newcastle, Australia from 1976-1997. This box is held in archives of the University of Newcastle, Cultural Collections.
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I don't know this woman's name. Come to think of it, it's strange that I never asked. Most indians referred to her as "she crazy". She was a little... but all in all an adorable person, wandering around the centre, people barely paying any attention to her. I tried to capture this in this shot. There's something intense in her look, and yet the eye is drawn to what is happening behind her...
My new baby :3
I decided to take her 'cause my first version of her was soooo incomplete :/ (umbrella, boots,...)
now she's great :D !!
Some days I admire those who seem so confident that they have it all figured out. Even when I'm pretty sure they don't.
Blogged at: thehappypainter22.blogspot.com/2011/08/she-said.html
My Minette unicenta body came home today (along with my split partner's doll; she's also getting the unicenta head, and another split partner's outfit and wig!).
As she sits, listening to the sermon being given. She is..there's no other way to say it.
Bored.
She is bored and ready to leave. She has gotten nothing out of this sermon.
Yet.
Yet as the sermon comes to a close and people are pulling theirselves up from their seats and kneeling at the altar to wash theirselves of sin, and being covered with GRACE, she stares.
Envious.
She is envious because she hasn't had that feeling of GRACE overcome her, she bows her head.
Bow.
A fellow friend pulls her up, and drags her to the altar. They pray.
Pray.
She tries to pray, but she has nothing to say to GOD, because she doesn't feel His presense.
Presense.
Ever present is the sense of being watched, they go and sit back down and she rests her face in her hands.
Rest.
The rest is history as she begins to listen to the preacher preach in his last attempt to save every damned teen in the room.
"Why are you holding on to it? Just let it go! You're making it harder than it is, feeling that blanket of grace wash over you is what you want! What is it that is holding you back? God wants you. Just let go of all that sin." the preacher coos into the microphone.
Then she feels it. She sniffs. Then she feels It.
The trickle of a tear rolling down her wrist. She cannot stop it now. The MOTIONS set in GEAR.
She tries to hide the fact that she is crying and she has no idea why.
Yet she does.
She knows exactly why.
"Forgive me father, for I have sinned." It runs through her mind.
She presses her palms into her eyelids, trying to stop the tears, but they are unstoppable. She is waiting, and it is coming.
The hand.
A comforting hand rests upon her back as she's nearly doubled over in tears.
And they come, like a river that was being held back by a dam.
She cries. Oh how she cries. She feels His presense, ever present. Always there. Always knocking. She just never saw nor heard until that moment.
The music starts, the feeling of GRACE is in her and she is no longer envious. She is relieved.
Relieved.
She cries still, sobbing.
Sobbing.
The comforting hand is someone that she never appreciated.
She feels herself being lifted and led to the wooden cross.
A pen and paper are being put in her hand.
"Write what you need to write, just let it out." a shaky comforting voice spills into her eardrums.
The music is loud, but so damn comforting.
She cries and tries to write.
"I need you God. I need to find you." she writes.
Then she stands up with the pride of a woman who wears her tears on her face.
And picks up the hammer. And a nail.
Clok. Clok. Clok.
The repetative banging of the nail being driven into the wood, through the paper she wrote on...
Calms Her.
Calm. GRACE. She is Saved.
She puts down the hammer and leaves the paper there.
Leaves it.
They return to their seats.
And she feels nothing.
But GRACE.
"My chains are gone." The first line of the first verse says. And that's all she can read before breaking down again.
She feels amazing.
She knows what has happened.
She is...
Saved By Grace.
-CVR [me]
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Picture taken by me this past Christmas in New Jersey.