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“The winds, the sea, and the moving tides are what they are. If there is wonder and beauty and majesty in them, science will discover these qualities... If there is poetry in my book about the sea, it is not because I deliberately put it there, but because no one could write truthfully about the sea and leave out the poetry.”
― Rachel Carson
© Cathrine Halsør
This smallest little scrap of speed fluttered to a halt and dropped just as shown here, looked around while I'm sat on the grass bank maybe 15-18ft away in full view, I superslowly eased the camera up in the hopes of getting - anything at all really. The bird allowed all this, and let me run a few dozen exposures with adjustments. Then after maybe a couple of minutes - when her modelling session was over - off and up she went. And here's the proof of it. There was no hint of alarm on arrival, during the short stay, and certainly none on departure - just a decision made and executed. I felt quite honoured, to be truthful.
...having a bud.
Well not really. It was only 2pm.
199/365.
22nd July 2010.
Seriously...hurrah for Piknic...because I just deleted this photo off Flickr by accident!!! So any comments anyone made will have disappeared...sorry!! I swear I haven't had a beer!
A few *ahem weeks* ago I was tagged by Elisa, Fedora, Marianne LoMonaco and possibly some others...and finally I've got round to getting it done, soz (as my oldest would say ;)
I decided to do the 10 music facts version which I haven't done up to now...
1. Truthfully, I like any kind of music, unless its blues, rock or country. But there again I quite like Santana which could fall into the first two ish, and Jewel, who I think might fall into the last...so I dunno...i'm a Gemini.
2. I've been to a few concerts, mostly open air ones, combined with beer fests, so don't ask me who I saw! Hmmm, who've I seen...Stranglers, Bad Manners, Miss Dynamite (I bet no one can remember her!). Oh and one of the best concerts I ever went to was to see Kosheen, totally awesome, too noisy, my ears have never been the same since.
3. I don't really listen to depressing songs when i'm down, in fact I don't really get down. I get grumpy sometimes. Thats not the same. My favourite song is Roads by Portishead, I suppose thats quite melancholy, and my favourite band is the Eels, most of their songs sound melancholy. But i'm not. But I suppose I listen to them when i'm in a certain kind of mood. I suppose. And again, just to reiterate, thats just supposition! (I suppose) ;)
4. My other kind of musical mood includes lots of noise like Garbage (another favourite) and Kasabian, Empire is a total classic album.
5. This is harder than I thought. Oh, I love to listen to loud energetic music occasionally and especially when i'm online late at night (with my earphones in) ...in fact i'm concluding that might be one of the reasons I find it hard to wind down and go to bed! And I won't even mention playing the air drums.
6. In my time I have attempted to learn the trombone...I have no idea why...and the drums...because it seemed cool, but in actuality I don't play any instruments.
7. My favourite kinds of films - its relevant - are musicals. Rocky Horror is so awesome, Priscilla Queen of the Desert (not a musical per se but still awesome), Fiddler on the Roof, Oliver, and Jesus Christ Superstar is my all time favourite...don't cringe I have good memories associated with it!
8. I do not sing, and I hate Karaoke...well I love watching other people, but you'd never get me up there even if I was blind drunk...which I obviously never would be, but.
9. I really enjoy classical music when i'm in the mood, not the sad depressing stuff, although Barbars Adagio for Strings is an exception, a bit of Rachmaninov is never to be sniffed at.
10. Hmmm well this was harder than I thought, I don't really have a favourite this or favourite that, I change my mind from moment to moment...although the Eels will always be gods...I just like music, any music, so long as its good.
Well there you go, random music facts done.
I've only tagged the people I've tagged to show I did the tag thing. I'm not tagging you because I never do. But you can play if you really want to. Take care!
Time to post a picture and say hi !
The most common thing I hear when people see a Raccoon out in the daytime is that it must be sick. I've heard it a hundred times, yet it's not true. From my experience, the most common reason for a raccoon to be out in the daytime is that it is looking for food. Especially those with kits. Children are a 24 hour a day job! Sometimes the moms stash their babies in a tree and go out alone, but many times they have their little ones with them, like this.
While looking for a link to a reputable site with truthful information, I found several animal trappers still perpetuating the myth for their own profit. Here is a link to the truth.
www.humanesociety.org/animals/raccoons/tips/raccoon_healt...
The Royal Gaitor Tumbas is exactly as it sounds- a tomb for many maharajas. Some of the maharajas include Pratap Singh, Madho Singh II, and Jai Singh II. The site is situated beneath the Nahargarh Fort nestled in a cove between several desert foothills and truthfully, it feels neglected and undiscovered. After pulling up to … —- TripAdvisor
I was fortunate enough to get out for a morning amidst my difficult school semester and catch up on the awakening world (though truthfully I'm not sure it ever fell asleep this winter). An unusually warm February morning with singing Red-winged Blackbirds on territory was definitely a needed splotch of color.
Queen of darkness colour your hair
Let it shine bright. He'll be there
Queen of lies. Magic smile
Spin your web. Watch him die
Queen of sorrow is what you are
Sad and lonely, with no truthful friends
No truthful friends
Queen of darkness with your head in your hands
So full of sorrow just won't understand
No you won't understand
She always had
that about her, that
look of otherness, of
eyes that see things
much too far, and of
thoughts that wander
off the edge of the
world... -JH
Losing myself, in a good way w/ this artist...
-My attempt at another black/white image. I don't know where to begin. It was in full color before I changed my mind. The moment I started to remove the vibrant colors from it I started to see the depth of my facial expression, the scene, the bottle gripped firmly in my hand, the softness of how it came together.
I'm really enjoying learning what I'm capable of seeing now that my eyes aren't clouded. I use to think there are rules, but truthfully much easier to flow with it.
Hope you like...
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7;] 4 Way Choker & Necklaces/Bangles
220ML - Chronos Beer
=DeLa*= Mesh Hair "Kelsey"
Foxes - Addon Top
Kibitz - Rae rings
Vinyl - Britt Shorts
EMPIRE - Nemesia/Coffin Nails
ipad + sketchbook
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literal translation of the title would be:
"crooked paw hill",
but the more truthful translation would be:
"rough escape route"
Photography should be real, truthful and hit hard at the senses whether it's a man without legs or a lovely sunset.
I do shoot both!
Part of my repertoire is shooting people in pain.
Social outcasts, people who have no advocacy and who survive on the generosity of others due to their disabilities.
I don't see life through rose colored glasses.........
For the last 4 decades I have been a physician, a shooter , a donator and a spiritual humanitarian visitor/ lecturer in international psychiatry on behalf of worldwide charitable organizations.
Here are just some of the organizations i have been associated with.
You can help if you want to. The world needs you. Here are some organizations that could use your involvement ones that i have been exposed to.
SINCE 1990:
1. Medical Benevolence Foundation www.mbfoundation.org/ since 1994.
( INDIA, VIETNAM, BANGLADESH,THAILAND, INDONESIA,HAITI,Dom Rep etc.)
2. Medecins sans frontieres-DOCTORS WITHOUT BORDERS
3. ASHA in DELHI slums INDIA
4. Paraiso Assistance Program- built a hospital in Paraiso in the Domincan Republic
5. CRY AMERICA.ORG helping the impoverished children of INDIA
america.cry.org/site/index.html
6. Presbyterian Church in Thailand, India, Indonesia .
7. RIchardson Leprosy Hospital/Miraj Medical Center INDIA
leprosyhistory.org/database/archive695
8. Lectured and held several conferences, seminars about international psychiatry and culture attitudes towards medicine in both the third world and in the USA.
( INDIA, PERU,VIETNAM, BANGLADESH, THAILAND, etc etc etc )
9. North Village Leper Colony for the aged lepers and AIDS HOSPITAL & Medical OUTREACH IN CHIANG MAI
Dr. James McKean founded this hospice
leprosyhistory.org/geographical_region/site/chaing-mai
10. ROW MISSIONS BEN MATHES A GREAT MAN DOING GREAT THINGS
IN THE WORLD ON THE RIVERS OF THE WORLD
www.missionhope.org/ben-mathes
11.ANGKOR HOSPITAL For CHILDREN in SIAM REAP CAMBODIA
12. St Vincents children hospital
13. Soho house charity for Children with Cancer- Jean Clarkson
14. Tracy Alvas MISSION 4 Multiple Sclerosis- Red Bank NJ.
www.nationalmssociety.org/Chapters/NJM
15. Dr TULSI DAS in BENARES, INDIA has a program that is very poorly funded but visits leprosariums...
in the monkey temple of BENARES aka VARANASI
I recently spent time in three leprosy colonies where untrained volunteers cut through the dead skin of the feet of people with Leprosy. This alleviates some of the pain because although lepers do not feel their lesions the lesions do start to ulcerate and cause pain locally. Under poor lighting and in filthy surroundings this was being done
at all the centers.
www.nippon-foundation.or.jp/en/news/articles/2020/2020022...
16. Miraj- Sangli Indian psychiatrists- recently lectured in Feb 2013
Giving doesn't only mean money. I've visited Presbyterians missions worldwide to provide emotional and monetary support to let these selfless people who work for peanuts helping those who have no voice and no medical help in their countries, know their actions are not overlooked and are what makes the difference to so many millions of the downtrodden & disenfranchised worldwide.
17- Most recently i am involved with the CATHOLIC CHURCH in INDIA helping build homes for LEPERS and their children and schools for the children. The stigma of LEPROSY is huge and though CHILDREN do not have the disease due to ignorance they are not allowed in the general population.
This is being done in PURI, in the state of ORISSA in INDIA.
18-Shriners children hospital
DO SOMETHING TO HELP THOSE LESS FORTUNATE.
Photography’s new conscience
Some of you will need to read what I’m about to tell you with your hands over your eyes. It’s shameful to admit in these parts, although everyone from the inside can tell straight away in any case, but the terrible truth I have to confess is that I’m not Cornish. Nor are my parents, and neither were their parents. My children were both born in Cornwall, but I’m not certain whether either of them believe they’re truthfully Cornish, their mother originally coming from Lancashire. I’ve lived here since I was nine years old, and while I’m generally accepted as being “local,” there are still those who regard me suspiciously and assume I’m from London or somewhere; “London or somewhere” being a cover all for anywhere east of Exeter. People from “London or somewhere,” often tell me I sound like a Westcountry boy, while people from Cornwall usually assume I’m from “London or somewhere.” I’ve never lived in London, nor have I spent more than a couple of consecutive nights there at any time in my life before. People who can trace their lineage back through the generations of the far flung home that clings reluctantly by a short thread of land to the rest of the kingdom hold their Cornish nationality with a warm and loving pride. Try telling a Cornishman he’s English and you might get a funny look in response. My Dad was born in neighbouring Devon, but that’s generally considered to be one step away from being a convicted criminal in these parts.
Ali on the other hand is Cornish. Her elderly parents are both as Cornish as you like and so were their parents. Her paternal grandfather was a tin miner at East Pool Mine, now a National Trust property at the back of the Morrison’s car park. You can’t get more Cornish than that (I don’t mean Morrison’s car park). In all of her sixty years she has never lived more than about three miles away from Redruth. We still have dreams of moving down to Portugal for a few years to escape the long, wet winters and the creaking joints as we get older, but other than that she’d never live anywhere else. It wouldn’t even cross her mind to. One morning while we were away in the New Forest I returned to the van to find her, eyes moistened, cheeks red and watching a performance of “Cornwall My Home” on her phone. We'd only been across the border for five days.
I remember school trips to other parts of the country. My Dad was a teacher and regularly led groups of ten and eleven year olds on boating expeditions to the Norfolk Broads on the other side of the country. I went with them once or twice, always amazed at the open mouthed expressions on the faces of some of those youngsters as we crossed the Tamar and headed into the suburbs of Plymouth. Many of them had never been this far before, never visited a big city with so many houses filling the horizon; in fact a number of them hadn’t even seen the other side of Truro, just a handful of miles from the village they lived in. Some people say you don’t need to go anywhere else when you live in Cornwall, but I disagree. We live in a fantastic place, but it’s not the only fantastic place – your own photos prove that. The Norfolk Broads are pretty special too for that matter. Good photography for us togs in East Anglia too with those huge skies and lonely windmills.
A few weeks ago on a Monday morning I decided that a trip to Holywell Bay was long overdue. Lee and I had stood here in the drizzle for an hour in February before giving up and going home early, and apart from that I hadn’t visited since the previous summer. It’s a beach that always asks me when I arrive “Why don’t you come here more often? I’ve got huge rolling dunes, a river running across the sand, a big tidal range that offers countless patterns on the beach at low water, and I’ve got a pair of matching sea stacks that beg to be photographed. I think I’ve laid on a pretty good bounty for you seascape togs. What more do you want?” “Well, a few less people wandering around, leaving footprints everywhere and generally getting in the way,” is my usual response, but it’s a pretty lame one and really just a matter of timing and placement. It’s a fantastic beach. I really should spend more time here.
Ali, it transpired, Cornish through and through had never been here at all. “What. Never?” I asked incredulously as I drove the van along the Newquay road towards the turn off. “I don’t think so. I’ll know for sure when we get there. Mum and Dad weren’t bothered about the beach when we were kids. They used to take us to Porthtowan and then Dad would go home and come back to collect us later.” Her father is famously oblivious to the beauty of the natural word. I always ask her what “Fither” would say if he were faced by the beautiful vista we’ve just arrived at on our adventures. “Nothing to see here,” she returns with a flawless impression based on a lifetime of observation. Stand him on top of a lonely mountain in the Western Highlands on a clear day and he’d complain that he couldn’t see anything interesting to look at. He is the one person you'd believe really wasn't joking if you were standing with him at the summit of the Pap of Glencoe and he were to say "they want to put a car park up here with a café and toilets over there in the corner." We often say that in jest as a form of compliment to the beauty of a location, but he'd actually mean it. I often scratch my head in confusion. It takes all sorts.
I was still scratching my head after lunch when we marched over the dunes and Ali looked at the sea stacks for the first time. “Nope. Not been here before.” “But you’ve been an adult for more than forty years; you could have come here yourself. It’s only fifteen miles from home.” She shrugged, but at the same time agreed it was somewhere we’d come to again. “I’ve been to Crantock,” she offered as if it were some form of mitigation. We walked up onto the headland and traced the coastal path to Polly Joke, where we paddled at the edge of the cold sea before making the circle back over the common towards the dunes. It had been an excellent afternoon, and the step count requirement had been more than fulfilled.
Later on, after a cup of tea back at the van I pulled the camera bag and tripod from the cab and headed back towards the beach. The sky was beginning to clear and the tide was halfway out, each minute revealing a little more of the perfect untouched sand. More than a few visitors from “London or somewhere” were in attendance. “Are you local? Can you tell me where the Holy Well is?” asked a man who seemed at least to be aware of the notion of the golden hour. “Over that way,” I pointed vaguely. “But you can only access it at low tide.” In truth I realised I wasn’t absolutely certain where it was; I was just here to chase the light. The Holy Well was surely only for tourists and Poldark fans wasn’t it?
Gradually the light shifted and a diffused sun bathed the sky in soft yellow, as Holywell Bay reminded me why I almost always leave with a smile on my face. In fact the only time I didn’t come away with a shot worth sharing was on that dreary February afternoon when we repaired to the van for mugs of hot chocolate. Still I struggled to come to terms with the notion that this was Ali’s first ever visit here, despite living within half an hour’s drive for all of her life. And then I remembered all those places on the map that I’ve not been to; especially on the Lizard and the Roseland, so close to Falmouth where I grew up and raised a family of my own. All nearby, yet all still unexplored. It’s so easy to overlook the places on your doorstep, even when they’re as gobsmackingly beautiful as the ones near where we live. A good job we’ve got time on our hands to make some amends then.
As you can see my previous Bly helmet got destroyed due to me accidentaly spraying it with gold spray paint instead of gloss, silly me :P
Brand new Commando Atin :D
Thanks to Sander for Bly's decal designs :D
And I made Ahsoka's pupils bigger...
One last thing... inspiration for Atin came from marekunleashed2
if strangers meet
life begins-
not poor not rich
(only aware)
kind neither
nor cruel
(only complete)
i not not you
not possible;
only truthful
-truthfully,once
if strangers(who
deep our most are
selves)touch:
forever
(and so to dark)
~ ee cummings ~
Winter's here! Officially, that is; it has been wintry on the prairie for a few weeks. Back in November, I got out of my car at this spot to check for bunnies - they are often at this location - and noticed my rear tires had tossed up a fine layer of snow obliterating my license plate. No doubt a cop would not be happy to see this, but I've never met a cop in the national park, and I had wiped my plate clean before setting out that morning. It's true! When you drive unplowed roads in winter, this happens.
Anyway, today is the Winter Solstice, and the days will get longer, beginning tomorrow. That is cause for optimism here, north of the 49th parallel, where winter is a huge factor in our daily lives. Truthfully, I enjoy the variety of weather conditions that roll over us in four distinct seasons, and cannot imagine wanting to live in a place where the weather is essentially the same year-round. Just as most who live in more southerly locations probably can't imagine wanting to deal with extremes like this (not that this is extreme by Canadian standards).
Maybe it's about familiarity. I grew up with winter as a simple fact of life. Visually it can be both exciting and incredibly beautiful. Ho, ho, ho.
Photographed in Grasslands National Park, Saskatchewan (Canada). Don't use this image on websites, blogs, or other media without explicit permission ©2024 James R. Page - all rights reserved.
"I took the stars from our eyes, and then I made a map
And knew that somehow I could find my way back
Then I heard your heart beating, you were in the darkness too
So I stayed in the darkness with you"
{Florence and the Machine}
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details on my blog : { Au revoir aubergines }
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“Contemplation should not be exaggerated, distorted, and made to seem great. It is essentially simple and humble. No one can enter it except through the path of obscurity and self-forgetfulness. It implies justice to other people, truthfulness, hard work, unselfishness, devotion to duties of ones state in life, obedience, charity and self-sacrifice. Contemplation is not a kind of magic and easy shortcut to happiness and perfection. It brings one in touch with God in an I-Thou relationship of mysteriously experienced friendship...that peace which Christ promised and which the world cannot give.”
- Thomas Merton from The Inner Experience
Sitting at home social distancing myself has given me plenty of time to reminisce about some of the incredible hikes I've taken, amazing scenery I've been fortunate enough to see, and people I've been able to share those experiences with over the past several years. I've loved landscape photography (especially the work of photographers like Ansel Adams) since I was a teenager, but never had the opportunity to experience American Southwest while growing up (and living) on the east coast. My first photography trip out west was in January 2015 with a couple of good friends, Kevin Benedict and Sky Matthews. Since that first trip, we've taken several other trips together and I credit them both for cranking up my love of the southwest and our national parks to an 11 (Spinal Tap reference).
After taking several photography focused trips out west, I really wanted my wife and kids to see and experience some of the places I was photographing for themselves. Since then, its been a priority to try and visit one or more national parks each year with the family in an effort to share with them something that has become very meaningful to me.
This picture was taken late last summer during one such trip to Glacier NP during an 11 mile round trip hike (through bear country) to Grinnell Glacier, one of the few remaining accessible glaciers remaining in the park. Its a fairly grueling hike, particularly the last 500 meters which are pretty much straight uphill. When we first started our yearly family trips, I wouldn't have even thought about proposing such a long hike (nor do I think my kids would have been interested if I had). Now, only a few years later, everyone was excited for this hike (though perhaps a bit apprehensive about the bears). The hike is visually stunning, teaming with wildlife (I saw a bull moose just off the trail, bighorn sheep and mountain goats - though no bears), and ends at a beautiful glacier fronted by an equally beautiful glacial lake. It was easily the highlight of our trip.
About halfway to the glacier I lost the rest of my family while stopping to take this shot. Truthfully, they ditched me (they will only wait so long while I'm taking pictures). All in all, I was probably a good 50 minutes to an hour behind them when I finally reached the glacier. Despite the incredible scenery, wildlife, and glacier itself (which you cannot see in this picture), the most memorable part of the hike was when, after finally reaching the glacier, my daughters spotted me in the distance and ran up to greet me, followed by my youngest daughter jumping into my arms and yelling excitedly "daddy you did it! We didn't think you would make it!"
It turned out to be the first of many great hikes (and one not so great hike - lets just say I made a wrong turn) and a fun-packed trip that I hope my family will never forget. With my oldest daughter going to college this fall and it being very uncertain whether we will be able to get out west this summer, I know its a trip that I will never forget.
The Cherokee Commandments:
Treat the Earth and all that dwell thereon with respect.
... Remain close to the Great Spirit.
Show great respect for your fellow beings.
Work together for the benefit of all Mankind.
... Give assistance and kindness wherever needed.
Do what you know to be right.
Look after the well being of mind, body and spirit.
Dedicate a share of your efforts to the greater good.
Be truthful and honest at all times.
Take full responsibility for your actions.
I just got this Farrah Fawcett tee in the mail Saturday and had to find a way to post it. Thought "30 secrets" would be good way... This shirt was created by her to bring awareness to the fight against cancer. As well as a fund raiser for research.
I can remember the exact moment my affection for Farrah first began...
It was a Sunday night in March of 1976. We were watching the ABC Sun night movies. I have no idea what movie was playing. But the preview for the following weeks show was the debue movie of "Charlie's Angels".
The whole concept of the show appealed to me. Because it reminded me of "The Mod Squad". Which at that time was my all time fave show... then they showed her. The mass of hair, the smile, face(jaw line!), and voice. From those first few snippets. That was it. SHE was it!!!
I was 15 years old at the time(after re-doing the math... I was 12) and I was full aware of my sexual orientation at a very young age... and I had no problem with it. So my attraction was not overtly sexual in nature. I would certainly never whack off to her.(now her husband was a different story) ;-)... "my bad"
Her appeal has never faltered with me... I've never been fickle. If I like something once. I'm gonna like it forever. On one level of another.
As far as explaining it to friends. I can't... I guess the way Marilyn Monroe apeals to a lot of gay men. In some ways it could be like that... Farrah is my Monroe...
and to be truthful. never a "real" secret. :-)
Truthfully, I do not know the name of this dog. But I barely caught the street name in this frame so I call him Bruce for reference. I snapped this image quickly through the windshield of our car as we stopped at an intersection of a small town. This guy really wanted to cross the street but his dog would not budge. So he quickly scooped up the dog to carry him across. There was a car in the lane beside us. So I had to react fast to capture the scene in the window of time I had. Gosh, the dog looked heavy. I must admit I had to smile when I saw this.
so truthful,
so fragile,
such kindness,
such love,
such fear.
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strobist info: 1 sb900 at 1/2 triggered by pocket wizard ii.
"TO TELL THE TRUTH" is an American television game show created by Bob Stewart[1] and produced by Goodson-Todman Productions that has been aired intermittently in various formats since 1956, hosted by various television personalities. It is one of two game shows in the United States to have aired at least one version every decade for the past five decades. (The other is The Price is Right, also originally created by Stewart for Goodson-Todman and currently American TV's longest running daily game.)
To Tell the Truth has been seen first-run either on network television or in syndication a total of 25 seasons, just exceeding the 24 of What's My Line? and outpacing the 20 of I've Got A Secret.
The basic premise of the show consists of a panel of four celebrities correctly uncovering a contestant's identity from a choice of three possibilities. One of the contestants normally holds an unusual occupation (a premise similar to the show's sister, What's My Line?) or has done something noteworthy, and it is this person that the panel must attempt to identify. Each of the three contestants claims to be this person, and is interrogated in turn by the panel who will then vote whom they think is telling the truth. However, if one of the panel actually knows the guest, then they would abstain from voting, which would automatically count as an incorrect vote for the panel.
Once the votes have been cast, the host asks "Will the real [person's name], please stand up?" The truthful contestant stands, often after some brief playful feinting and false starts among all three guests, and the other two then reveal their proper identity. Prize money is awarded to the contestants based on how many incorrect votes were placed by the panel; the more successfully the contestants bluff, the larger their final cash award.
To Tell the Truth, premiered on Tuesday, December 18, 1956 on CBS in prime time as Nothing But the Truth, but changed its name to To Tell the Truth the following week.[2] A daytime five-day-per-week edition was introduced on Monday, June 18, 1962, running at 3 p.m. Eastern, and 2 p.m. Central.
Bud Collyer was the host of this version; major panelists by the 1960s included Tom Poston, Peggy Cass, Orson Bean, and Kitty Carlisle. Earlier regular panelists had included Johnny Carson, Polly Bergen, Jayne Meadows, Don Ameche, columnist Hy Gardner, Dick Van Dyke, John Cameron Swayze, and Ralph Bellamy
Phenix, Virginia, population 226, at least based on a 2010 census, is nothing more than a Dollar General and a gas station in the middle of nowhere Virginia. Nestled through the trees, the Virginian Ry. runs right through the small town, like it doesn't even exist. In those thick woods, the former siding between Terry and Womacks has been ripped up, but the signals that once guarded the mainline and siding still stand. It is approximately a 1/2 mile hike in those woods to find either signal from the closest public road. And, although the trees obstruct partial view of the former siding CPL, it was still worth the hike into the woods.
With the former N&W CPL's on the Altavistsa District running on extremely limited time. I have needed to do some cleanup, and try and at least document the remaining control points. This was the last one I needed, apart from Womacks, which is almost completely blocked by the replacement signal.
I have been fortunate enough to run the entire length of this beautiful stretch of railroad. Even with the signals being replaced I will forever be fond of this section of railroad. Out of all the territory I have run on, this was by far my favorite. The river grade, the many bridges, small towns, and most importantly no PTC...
Unfortunately for Terry, like its siblings at Marysville and Seneca, will be retired in full, and one single control point will be placed at Womacks. While sad, I can't help but be just a little intrigued that the former Virginian will be getting it's first new control point in 30+ years. With Seneca and Marysville being retired completely, Swans will now be the new control point placed exactly halfway between the two. Although not nearly as interesting, it is slightly cool to be able to say that.
Although slightly cringe to say, I have made many fond memories shooting trains along the Altavista District, and I'm thankful that the harder to reach signals have not been overshot. While it is a wedge shot, I'm just glad I have a reminder of each signal along this beautiful stretch of railroad. I reckon these old signals have most definitely earned their keep for the railroad over the last 50+ years. Although the occasional full blown outages when the area got a heavy rain storm, have sidings torn up that they protected, and even having tree limbs fall and break the signal head, they survived each time, by some miracle. But, the world never continues to evolve, and even though it's nice to have a slight reminder of what it was like "back in the day", at the end of the day, the railroad doesn't care. And truthfully, I am shocked they held on for this long. It won't be the same without them anymore, but hey, at least Flickr can let me reminisce from time to time....
AC44C6M 4523 and sister has 106 loads of Tidewater coal in the wind as they roll through Terry, on their way to Norfolk.
The features of life may change into conflicts over matters of life, and concepts change from truthfulness to lie And honesty to betrayal Therefore, whoever wants to protect himself and live in peace, he must withdraw from this life
And to search for calm and tranquility for continuance his life without being contaminated by the surrounding conflicts
This is his 2nd trip around the sun. He wanted to go shirtless for all the ladies :) Truthfully, he made a mess eating his cake.
Joanna Macy writes that the United States ignores despair and anxiety because of social taboos. Even religious communities overlook despair because to express it appears as a lack of faith. The refusal to acknowledge despair produces emotional and sensory deprivation, psychic numbing, and impedes our capacity fully to respond to others. Its cause, Macy argues, is not mere indifference but the fear of confronting despair that “lurks subliminally beneath the tenor of life-as-usual” (Macy 15). She urges us to do “despair work,” because despair cannot be banished by simple injections of optimism or sermons on “positive thinking.”
To feel despair in this cultural setting is isolating, but it may well be a healthy response to ecological and social perils that threaten the globe. And she reminds us that in the spirit of Christian and Buddhist contemplatives, falling apart is not necessarily a bad thing. It may break down the wall of silence, open new worlds, and create new possibilities. Confrontation with despair does not bring loneliness and isolation but renewed life and truer community (Macy 16-28).
Lamentations summons us to our despair, personal and cultural. In honoring Zion's pain it invites us to be truthful about our own, or at least not to discount it as unimportant. It invites us to feel, to permit ourselves to feel, and to find images for sorrow and loss that rise from hidden graves within. To be comforting witnesses, sooner or later, we must face our own pain; there is no other way. Though an arduous process for some, the facing of pain is liberation, release, grace, redemption.
-Lamentations and the Tears of the World, Kathleen M. O’Connor
2nd of the mini-series. To be truthful, it's only mini in terms of what I'll share on social media. The complete set is a lot bigger.
"Be truthful, nature only sides with truth." - Adolf Loos
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Whew; made it! Another crazy day in the office but the nice thing about today was actually being able to check a few items off that ever-growing to-do list! Finally, progress!
Glad to be feeling a bit more caught up; being that far behind leaves you at a constant run and that's not a great pace to keep.
Anyway; one more work day this week! I can do it!
Hope everyone has had a good day!
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I'm quite keen to get your thoughts about this, people.
It is, of course, two shots taken on the same day, in the same light (possibly even of the same jellyfish, although I couldn't swear to it) superimposed one on the other in Affinity. I darkened the background to bring out the delicate colours and shapes.
Don't usually do that much to my photos these days - but I quite liked this. But is my judgement off? Is this nice or nasty? Please be truthful.
'On July 5, 1852, Frederick Douglass gave a keynote address at an Independence Day celebration and asked, "What to the Slave is the Fourth of July?" Douglass was a powerful orator, often traveling six months out of the year to give lectures on abolition. His speech was delivered at an event commemorating the signing of the Declaration of Independence, held at Corinthian Hall in Rochester, New York. It was a scathing speech in which Douglass stated, "This Fourth of July is yours, not mine, You may rejoice, I must mourn."
In his speech, Douglass acknowledged the Founding Fathers of America, the architects of the Declaration of Independence, for their commitment to "life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness":
“Fellow Citizens, I am not wanting in respect for the fathers of this republic. The signers of the Declaration of Independence were brave men. They were great men, too, great enough to give frame to a great age. It does not often happen to a nation to raise, at one time, such a number of truly great men. The point from which I am compelled to view them is not, certainly, the most favorable; and yet I cannot contemplate their great deeds with less than admiration. They were statesmen, patriots and heroes, and for the good they did, and the principles they contended for, I will unite with you to honor their memory….
Douglass states that the nation's founders are great men for their ideals for freedom, but in doing so he brings awareness to the hypocrisy of their ideals with the existence of slavery on American soil. Douglass continues to interrogate the meaning of the Declaration of Independence, to enslaved African Americans experiencing grave inequality and injustice:
"…Fellow-citizens, pardon me, allow me to ask, why am I called upon to speak here to-day? What have I, or those I represent, to do with your national independence? Are the great principles of political freedom and of natural justice, embodied in that Declaration of Independence, extended to us? and am I, therefore, called upon to bring our humble offering to the national altar, and to confess the benefits and express devout gratitude for the blessings resulting from your independence to us?"
"...Would to God, both for your sakes and ours, that an affirmative answer could be truthfully returned to these questions! Then would my task be light, and my burden easy and delightful. For who is there so cold, that a nation’s sympathy could not warm him? Who so obdurate and dead to the claims of gratitude, that would not thankfully acknowledge such priceless benefits? Who so stolid and selfish, that would not give his voice to swell the hallelujahs of a nation’s jubilee, when the chains of servitude had been torn from his limbs? I am not that man. In a case like that, the dumb might eloquently speak, and the 'lame man leap as an hart.'
But such is not the state of the case. I say it with a sad sense of the disparity between us. I am not included within the pale of glorious anniversary! Your high independence only reveals the immeasurable distance between us. The blessings in which you, this day, rejoice, are not enjoyed in common. The rich inheritance of justice, liberty, prosperity and independence, bequeathed by your fathers, is shared by you, not by me. The sunlight that brought light and healing to you, has brought stripes and death to me. This Fourth July is yours, not mine. You may rejoice, I must mourn...".'
And this remarkable orator, intellectual, and abolitionist went further, to indicate that the great work of bettering this country would not require simple kind words and platitudes, but rather hard work and likely bitter conflict, with what I find to be some of the most poignant words ever written by one of our greatest Americans:
"For it is not light that is needed, but fire; it is not the gentle shower, but thunder. We need the storm, the whirlwind, and the earthquake."
So please join with me in celebrating the remarkable achievements that we commemorate on this day, while also recognizing the work left to be done, and the people who have so often been left out, in part or in full, from the liberties and achievements so celebrated.
Happy July Fourth, everyone!
Truthful Kindness and her pet chickens with "Lap Time" on 21Aug2014 in Fort Bragg California, Mendocino County.
June 7, 2022 - Western Nebraska Nebraska US
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I had forgotten about this set of images... To be truthful, I also found this micro SD card on the floor of my truck about a week ago. Luckily I didn't vacuum it up after the snowstorm...
Went all the way out to Western Nebraska for this chase day. Excellent setup for severe weather on the Nebraska Colorado Border. Though I didn't plan it out correctly to say the least. My timing was off (when does that happen???) when trying to catch this batch of storm cells. Not to be disappointed EVER. I make the most of what's coming my way. If it's photogenic, you know I'll be taking snaps.
Hence my drive home from a bust chase day. Happy I am to find this card a with a few gems on it. My last imagery of 2022.
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Everyone wants to be happy. But what hardly anyone knows is that the path to happiness is increasing our tranquillity.
Stay calm. Relax and enjoy life.
The following are so important for us to have a happy life:
* tranquillity
* truthful
* relaxation
* calm
* contentment
* feeling at ease
* inner peace
* serenity
And of course, don't forget to smile. Life is beautiful and that should make you happy.
You may also view CHARMED, my other picture for today.
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EXPLORE March 13th, 2015
Have a GREAT & RELAXING Weekend my friends & hope you get lot's of great pics if you are out clickin' : ) We are headed out in the boat for fishing and photo-ing : )
FOOD FOR THOUGHT:
"March 11, 1942, was a dark, desperate day at Corregidor. The Pacific theater of war was threatening and bleak. One island after another had been buffeted into submission. The enemy was now marching into the Philippines as confident and methodical as the star band in the Rose Bowl parade. Surrender was inevitable. The brilliant and bold soldier, Douglas MacArthur, had only three words for his comrades as he stepped into the escape boat destined for Australia: "I SHALL RETURN."
Upon arriving nine days later in the port of Adelaide, the sixty-two-year-old military statesman closed his remarks with this sentence: "I CAME THROUGH AND I SHALL RETURN."
A little over two and a half years later---October 20, 1944, to be exact---he stood once again on Philippine soil after landing safely at Leyte Island. This is what he said: "This is the voice of freedom, General MacArthur speaking. People of the Philippines: I HAVE RETURNED!"
MacArthur kept his word. His word was as good as his bond. Regardless of the odds against him, including the pressures and power of enemy strategy, he was bound and determined to make his promise good.
This rare breed of man is almost extinct. Whether an executive or an apprentice, a student or a teacher, a blue collar or white, a Christian or not---rare indeed are those who keep their word. The prevalence of the problem has caused the coining of a term painfully familiar to us in our era: credibility gap. To say that something is "credible" is to say it is "capable of being believed, trustworthy." To refer to a "gap" in such suggests a "breach or a reason for doubt."
Jurors often have reason to doubt the testimony of a witness on the stand. Parents, likewise, have reason at times to doubt their children's word (and vice versa). Citizens frequently doubt the promises of politicians, and the credibility of an employee's word is questioned by the employer. Creditors can no longer believe a debtor's verbal promise to pay, and many a mate has ample reason to doubt the word of his or her partner. This is a terrible dilemma! Precious few do what they say they will do without a reminder, a warning, or a threat. Unfortunately, this is true even among Christians.
Taste the encouragement in God's message to His people in Zephaniah 3:8-13 and chew especially His words about purified and truthful speech. Let them motivate you today to the highest standard---God's standard---of integrity.
Listen to what the Scriptures have to say about keeping your word:
Therefore each of you must put off falsehood and speak truthfully to his neighbor. (Ephesians 4:25 NIV)
And whatever you do, whether in word or deed, do it all in the name of the Lord Jesus. (Colossians 3:17 NIV)
LORD, who may dwell in your sanctuary?
Who may live on your holy hill?
He whose walk is blameless . . .
who speaks the truth from his heart. (Psalm 15:1–2)
It is better not to vow than to make a vow and not fulfill it. (Ecclesiastes 5:5 NIV)
When a man . . . takes an oath to obligate himself by a pledge, he must not break his word but must do everything he said. (Numbers 30:2 NIV)"
Written by: Chuck Swindoll
Pic by Tonic
Thanks to my beautiful sis serenity thirdborn for modelling for the photo XX
Ophelia is one of the most popular Pre-Raphaelite works in the Tate collection. The painting was part of the original Henry Tate Gift in 1894. Millais’s image of the tragic death of Ophelia, as she falls into the stream and drowns, is one of the best-known illustrations from Shakespeare’s play Hamlet.
The Pre-Raphaelites focused on serious and significant subjects and were best known for painting subjects from modern life and literature often using historical costumes. They painted directly from nature itself, as truthfully as possible and with incredible attention to detail.
I Corinthians 13
Valentine's Day is a day of love,
For showing that we care,
And if we read the Bible,
God describes love there:
If we speak like celestial angels
From heaven up above,
All our words mean nothing
If we don’t have Christian love.
Love is patient, love is kind;
It doesn’t brag or boast;
Love conquers pride and envy;
It is never self-engrossed.
Love is not rude or angry;
Forgiveness counters wrong;
Love stays away from evil;
It sings a truthful song.
Love is full of trust and hope;
It always perseveres;
Love never fails; It’s faithful;
To the Bible it adheres.
And if you give this kind of love
To your special Valentine,
You’ll be loving right in harmony
With God’s own sweet design.
By Joanna Fuchs
My battle with this drawing continues. The Chapel of Nine Altars, on the right of the drawing, took several attempts to get right. To be truthful it could do with a bit more work. I am not sure I am completely free of the symptoms I had last week that made me think I was starting with a cold, or worse, feeling tired all the time and having a headache now and then. It certainly seems the right move to not attempt a commission for a reconstruction drawing just yet as that would require a lot more serious thought. Drawn with a Staedtler 0.3mm pencil on A4 cartridge paper.
With the equal and opposite RE-action after holiday, and many of us very low on the feel-good neurotransmitters due to various types of dementia, depression is a consistent battle during January.
... so i sent Friendship card to dementia friends and family during Jan 2022. Attached is the FaceBook version of that card.
Digital painting Copyright Jan 14 by Truthful Kindness. Procreate project on iPad using Apple Pencil and Alaina Jensen Brushes for Acrylic Pour. Invested 64hrs in this picture, then put it thru iColorama "raise" process to better show the brushstrokes, adding scribbles and card sentiment.
-- Truthful Loving Kindness
Truthfully the bird is drinking water in my birdbath and making a nice reflection. Photographed in my backyard. IMG_7610
2017 photo of Truthful Kindness and Service Dog "Hero" (the smaller Hero) at Noyo Harbor in Fort Bragg California 2017.
The face, the most expressive part of our body. At times truthful while at others laden with lies. Both a master of revealing our emotions and a crafty tool for deception.
The Crown Fountains by Catalan artist Jaume Plensa, Millenium Park, Chicago
Canyonlands National Park, Utah
I've seen hundreds of photos of this spot at sunrise and, truthfully, I've never been too excited to photograph it, perhaps because it's just been overdone. We had what looked like a bust of a sunrise, all gray. We'd been at this location reserving our tripod space for hours (yep, that's how popular it is). We decided to call it a day, seeing there wouldn't be any color in the sunrise, so we started our hike back to the car. Suddenly, the sun's rays exploded through the clouds, illuminating the red sandstone just below the arch, radiating the warm color inside the arch. My eyes began to tear up. Not from the extreme cold, extreme wind and windblown sand, but from the incredible beauty that was unfolding before my eyes. Just unforgettable.