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Inside my college campus, where the memory remains green. ( Taken by Ishtiaque/ April 2005 / Dhaka College Campus / Bangladesh)
This is one of my favorite shots from my last shoot, it almost looks like the water is stabbing her and going inside her chest.
Its crazy the way a camera can capture water, i love itt.
This surrender card is more about the surrender to one's talent, and to one's need to reinvent oneself, than it is about the surrender to God (as in the Sufi Dervish card) -- but perhaps these are not different?
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01-This is the front of the Karlshorst Berlin May 8th 1945 Surrender building. The sign at the gate says that the Russian-German Museum is closed due to renovations. Notice the T-34 tank at the left side of the building.
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A Faith LO to remind myself to be thankful for everything I have, which is plenty, even when I'm broke, or sick, or sad.
Everything is from the Surrender kit by Tina Williams Designs
font is amandine
tinawilliamsdesigns.com/scrap/index.php?main_page=product...
I surrender... last one from Ultimate... the rest shall reside in the archive hard drive :)
They (the blue team) won btw... I believe it was something like 11-8?
Drafts of Surrender photo project. Drafts of Surrender photo project. The colors don't look right in jpeg form. They look less washed out and have more blue tonal variations in the original files.
my wife has two kinds of server arthritis yet she still goes on walks with me...and puts up with me and my camera...I am so proud of her
The statue “Unconditional Surrender,” which represents a famous photo taken by Alfred Eisenstaedt of a Sailor kissing a nurse in Time Square, New York City 1945, in San Diego.
© Alexandra Meulemans Equine Photography
All rights reserved
If you wish to buy a print, feel free to contact me by email.
John Tweel and Timothy King in "Chupy & The Science Twins," one of the Hope Operas. Comedy Spot, Ballston Mall, 4238 Wilson Blvd, Arlington, VA.
As the sign reads:
Lincoln's Horse
When Confederate Gen. Robert E. Lee surrendered to Union Gen. Ulysses S. Grant at Appomattox Court House, Virginia, on April, 9, 1865, joyous citizens decorated Lincoln's horse, Old Bob, with flags and led him triumphantly through the streets of Springfield. A week later, on April 14, Lincoln was shot and died the next day. On May 4, Old Bob was again decorated - this time in a black mourning blanket - and marched through Springfield for the last time as part of his former owner's funeral procession. Here, Old Bob stands in mourning garb in front of the family home on Jackson Street.
Simple Chores Had Important Cultural Significance
for men in Lincoln's day. A neighbor reports that Lincoln "kept his own horse - fed and curried it, - fed and milked his own cow," It was customary for men of all stripes to care for horses, but for those from Southern backgrounds (which in pre-Civil War Illinois was the majority - including Lincoln) milking was strictly women's work. In following the New England custom of men milking, Lincoln reflected a willingness to adopt "Yankee" attitudes that some of his Southern neighbors found degrading. No one could fault him on cultural grounds, however, over horses. His bodyguard claimed Lincoln was "passionately fond of fine Horses." His opponents ridiculed his appearance in the saddle as being awkward. But Lincoln was apparently a skilled rider. He matched the horsemanship of dashing Gen. George B. McClellan at troop reviews during the Civil War - much to the General's dismay. And years after Lincoln was dead, no less an expert on horsemanship than Gen. Ulysses S. Grant proclaimed that Lincoln was indeed "a fine horseman," having easily handled Grant's own mount, Cincinnati.
Lincoln "Loved His Horse Well"
So said Lincoln's next-door neighbor, James Gourley. Lincoln owned several horses over the years - Tom, Belle, Old Buck, and finally Robin, whom Lincoln nicknamed "Old Bob" to distinguish him from his son Robert, "Young Bob." Old Buck and Old Bob, in particular, spent long hours trodding across many miles of Illinois prairie during the years when their owner was a circuit riding lawyer. A fellow lawyer once described Lincoln riding to court "behind his own horse, which was an indifferent, raw boned specimen." This was probably Old Buck, as others described Old Bob as a "pretty horse" of "bright reddish brown." When Lincoln visited Springfield in 1836, his horse strayed or was stolen. It is not known if he got it back. He was still a resident of New Salem at the time.
On April 9, 1865, Confederate General Robert E. Lee (right) surrendered to Union General Ulysses S. Grant (left), effectively ending the American Civil War. This tableau at the National Presidential Wax Museum in Keystone, South Dakota depicts the event, which took place at a courthouse at Appomattox, Virginia.
Sculpted by the Katherine Stubergh-Keller studio.
"The war is over ... the Rebels are our countrymen again." -- General Ulysses S. Grant
Reenactors of the NWW2A during a 1940s wartime weekend at Fort Paull on Bank Holiday Monday
5 May 2013
Image © Paul David Drabble
The engineer of this eastbound NS stack train waved the white flag (towel, t-shirt, pillowcase?) as he passed by fans assembled at the Iron Triangle in Fostoria. Hiding from the paparazzi?
Have any railfans disappeared from the Iron Triangle?
Hong Kong Museum of History.
This is the replica of the September 1945 surrender document that handed Hong Kong, and its Japanese occupying forces, back to the British.
From Widipedia:
Unconditional Surrender is a series of sculptures by Seward Johnson resembling a photograph by Alfred Eisenstaedt, V–J day in Times Square, but said by Johnson to be based on a similar, less well known, photograph by Victor Jorgensen.
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Unconditional_Surrender_(sculpture)
Very cool surprise to see this while walking down the street.
Te espero cuando la noche se haga día,
suspiros de esperanzas ya perdidas.
No creo que vengas, lo sé,
sé que no vendrás.
Sé que la distancia te hiere,
sé que las noches son más frías,
sé que ya no estás.
Creo saber todo de ti.
Sé que el día de pronto se te hace noche:
sé que sueñas con mi amor, pero no lo dices,
sé que soy un idiota al esperarte,
pues sé que no vendrás.
Te espero cuando miremos al cielo de noche:
tú allá, yo aquí, añorando aquellos días
en los que un beso marcó la despedida,
quizás por el resto de nuestras vidas.
Es triste hablar así.
Cuando el día se me hace de noche,
y la Luna oculta ese sol tan radiante.
Me siento solo, lo sé,
nunca supe de nada tanto en mi vida,
solo sé que me encuentro muy solo,
y que no estoy allí.
Mis disculpas por sentir así,
nunca mi intención ha sido ofenderte.
Nunca soñé con quererte,
ni con sentirme así.
Mi aire se acaba como agua en el desierto.
Mi vida se acorta pues no te llevo dentro.
Mi esperanza de vivir eres tú,
y no estoy allí.
¿Por qué no estoy allí? - te preguntarás -,
¿Por qué no he tomado ese bus que me llevaría a ti?
Porque el mundo que llevo aquí no me permite estar allí.
Porque todas las noches me torturo pensando en ti.
¿Por qué no sólo me olvido de ti?
¿Por qué no vivo sólo así?
¿Por qué no sólo...
Y sin embargo nunca he querido ser un girasol. Pendientes siempre de una estrella, cabizbajos cuando se va. No.
No matter how busy you may think you are, you must find time for reading, or surrender yourself to self-chosen ignorance. - Confucius
Hamilton, NJ; yep, NJ has its own 25 foot tall J. Seward Johnson statue -- just like the one in Sarasota FL that was in San Diego for awhile)
www.trentonian.com/articles/2010/04/27/news/doc4bd6685585...