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For everything there is a season,
And a time for every matter under heaven:
A time to be born, and a time to die;
A time to plant, and a time to pluck up what is planted;
A time to kill, and a time to heal;
A time to break down, and a time to build up;
A time to weep, and a time to laugh;
A time to mourn, and a time to dance;
A time to throw away stones, and a time to gather stones together;
A time to embrace, And a time to refrain from embracing;
A time to seek, and a time to lose;
A time to keep, and a time to throw away;
A time to tear, and a time to sew;
A time to keep silence, and a time to speak;
A time to love, and a time to hate,
A time for war, and a time for peace.
Ecclesiastes 3:1-8
Me: "These two kids walked into a pharmacy, picked up a box of Tampons and headed to the checkout counter.
The man at the checkout asked the older boy, "Son, how old are you?" "Eight." replied the boy.
The man continued, "Do you know what these are used for?"
The boy replied, "Not exactly, but they aren't for me. They're for him. He's my brother. He's four. We saw on T.V. that if you used these you'd be able to swim and ride a bike. Right now, he can't do either."
Gabe: "You see what I have to deal with?"
From mainland Oregon, Tillamook Rock Lighthouse looks pretty far away.
For lighthouse keepers, stationed on Tillamook Rock for weeks at a time, I bet the mainland seemed impossibly distant and maddeningly close.
Cover song by Eva Cassidy... A beautiful so and extraordinary talent taken too soon
www.youtube.com/watch?v=KWvPOJOYqGA
Time After Time
Cyndi Lauper
Lying in my bed, I hear the clock tick and think of you
Caught up in circles
Confusion is nothing new
Flashback, warm nights
Almost left behind
Suitcase of memories
Time after
Sometimes you picture me
I'm walking too far ahead
You're calling to me, I can't hear
What you've said
Then you say, "go slow"
And I fall behind
The second hand unwinds
If you're lost you can look and you will find me
Time after time
If you fall, I will catch you, I'll be waiting
Time after time
If you're lost, you can look and you will find me
Time after time
If you fall, I will catch you, I will be waiting
Time after time
After my picture fades and darkness has
Turned to gray
Watching through windows
You're wondering if I'm okay
Secrets stolen from deep inside (deep inside)
And the drum beats out of time
If you're lost you can look and you will find me
Time after time
If you fall I will catch you, I'll be waiting
Time after time
If you're lost, you can look and you will find me
Time after time
If you fall, I will catch you, I will be waiting
Time after time
Time after time
I've got a suitcase of memories that I almost left behind
Time after time
Time, time, time
But you say to go slow but I fall behind
Time after time after time (after time, oh)
Sundial in Williamsburg, VA (outside the church)
I regret that I didn't frame this very well when I took it and cut off a bit at the top and left side. However I really love the etching and the shadow.
The goat whisperer was surprised to hear the clink of a small piece of slate tripping on another. The sound came from below him, over the edge towards the dark pit of California. And then the sound again. Goat? He moved silently, lightly on his feet, to the buttress overlooking the precipice, and peered over the slate wall along its top. His eyes quickly locked on to a white goat immediately below him, about twenty feet below. She knew he was there but she strode onwards, confidently and carefully over the loose slate hanging along the lip of the quarry. The sight of her surprised him. She was unlike any other goat he had seen in Dinorwic before: all white, lean, ….looking like she was on a long journey. Her haunches hollowed: she hadn’t had much food. And she was alone, a solitary creature. He noticed too she had shed most of her coat in the summer warmth. But instantly she struck him as special: different.
It was a couple of months later when he saw her again, having found her place in a herd. She looked in the peak of fitness now, her coat freshly regrown. Really pretty….for a goat. The males had fought over her when she first arrived but it was clear now that one had claimed her as his own. Hmmm, with that sort of attitude it was only a matter of time before she gave him the horn....…up the back side!
Me: "Why Yes, I Am The Guy That Posts All Those Coffee Time Pictures."
WHOOSH! *Her Panties Immediately Drop*
(Sorry, sorry...The idea just popped into My melon...I swear, it has to be the out dated meds.)
www.youtube.com/watch?v=VhWTDvPLGTE
And the smoke lunges on the horse
And the moon is on the streets
And the shallow boys are breaking all the laws
And it ceased to be St. Louis
And the wind is making speeches
And the rain sounds like a round of applause
And Napoleon is weeping in a carnival saloon
His invisible fiancee's in the mirror
And the band is going home
It's raining hammers, it's raining nails
It's true there's nothing left for him down here
And it's time, time, time
And it's time, time, time
And it's time, time that you left
And it's time, time, time
And they all pretend they're orphans
And their memory's like a train
And you can see them getting smaller as they pull away
And the things you can't remember
Tell the things you can't forget
And history puts a saint on every dream
She said she'd stick around
Till the bandages came off
But these mama's boys just don't know when to quit
And Matilda asked the sailors
"Are those dreams or are those prayers?"
Close your eyes, son, this won't hurt a bit
And it's time, time, time
And it's time, time, time
And it's time, time that you left
And it's time, time, time
And things are pretty lousy for the cow and the girls
The boys just dive right off the cars and splash into the street
And when she's on the road, she pulls a razor from her boot
And a thousand pigeons fall around her feet
So put a candle in the window and a kiss upon my lips
As the ditch outside the window fills with rain
And just like a stranger with the weeds in your heart
Pin the flicker off until I come back again
And it's time, time, time
And it's time, time, time
And it's time, time that you left
And it's time, time, time
Tom Waits
Rocky Horror Picture Show: The Time Warp
youtu.be/-w0WPkB3XJ4?si=QSy7a9HII2BKACsy
Trying to do something abstracty with the Morning Glory flowers
Earl: "Why Do You Always Carry A Knife?"
Me: "Well, The Last Time I Tried To Open A Bag Of Chips With My 9mm There Were Problems."
This? Oh, Thought You Might Enjoy A Random Beaver Shot.
It's side effects from Sri Lankan Ritalin, Honest.
The view from the very bottom of St. Patrick's Well in Orvieto. It really is time travel of sorts, given how far back in time it was built.
"The Pozzo di San Patrizio (English: "St. Patrick's Well") is a historic well in Orvieto, Umbria, central Italy. It was built by architect-engineer Antonio da Sangallo the Younger of Florence, between 1527 and 1537, at the behest of Pope Clement VII who had taken refuge at Orvieto during the sack of Rome in 1527 by the Holy Roman Emperor Charles V, and feared that the city's water supply would be insufficient in the event of a siege. The well was completed in 1537 during the papacy of Pope Paul III.
The name was inspired by medieval legends that St. Patrick's Purgatory in Ireland gave access down to Purgatory, indicating something very deep.
The architect-engineer Antonio da Sangallo the Younger surrounded the central well shaft with two spiral ramps in a double helix, accessed by two doors, which allowed mules to carry empty and full water vessels separately in downward and upward directions without obstruction. The cylindrical well is 53.15 metres (174.4 ft) deep with a base diameter of 13 metres (43 ft). There are 248 steps and 70 windows provide illumination."
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pozzo_di_S._Patrizio
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