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This charming original vintage litho from 1931 by children's illustrator Viola Ruth Lowe is as fresh as a Daisy; the colors are as crisp as day it was printed back 80 years ago.

 

It measures 7.5 x 9.5" and is printed on heavy paper and it's printed on the back as well, but the paper is nice and thick and nothing shows through.

What to shoot when it's raining in the UK!

 

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Based on the famous poems by Alfredo Arteaga: Cantos: "Crossing the border" and "rebirth" translated into english: "The journey"

Xopan, to Tenochtitlan, /how can I ever forget this place/

"Nosotros descendimos hasta

el rio impasable, buscando la senal: una isla

en las montanas, en las nubes

claras de aguilas, la serpiente

depena, el nopal antipoda.

A una isla mixtitlan, a la isla mixtitlan,

dimos el nombre

isla Xochitepec,"

From Aztlan, the word made motion,

tentli, yollotl, yolotia,

to eagle, to snake, to cactus,

each black.

 

Old man, conquistador,

Bavieca, Tizon and Colada,

father of Coyote, Chanizo,

Sambaigo and Combujo, /towns/

father of Lobo, el Barquino,

of Mulato, father of Mestizo.

"From the darkest corners of Europe's cold black waters

to Tepeyac, Flower of the Mountain,

where sad children shall kneel

before us. In the name of Our Lady

of the Thorns, we shall baptize a

Juan-Diego Oxomoco, a Marina Nightear,

baptize a Maria Castellano Cortes.

a Rodrigo Rio-Bravo"

And west, dark

woman and pearls. "Esplandian!"

Plus Ultra, Esplandian"

Old worlds made blood,

old words made

new.

 

Many mothers, a father who loosed dogs one sad night,

feathers from the quetzal, a

a blackbird who now coos in Spanish.

From the high plateau, from a

gulf town, across desert to one

river, half water, half metal. A mesh of steel and spray, only

threaded by the mad, Railroads

to the MADNESS, HIGHWAYS TO THE

CITIES OF THE MAD, and a boat.

In my dream a beautiful maiden approaches the fence, she offers mezcal,

there is something

dead in the Chamuco, we

drink from the common bottle,

our skins are the same

color, in the darkness

agave and meesquite

seem

ONE.

 

Lone star, bear flag,

Fredonia.

Sea to shining ore.

To San Antonio, Santa Fe,

Monterey. To Tijuana or Juarez

Saturday night, border

Chapultepec: young girls

descent, unfurl to drunken

gringos, young heroicas, "Viva

el pinche DOLAR, "Chapultepec,

Grasshopper hill: a park

devoted to the pleasure of

marines, devoted to

Grasshoppers. Three brown

girls of age stroll by, their color

flagrant.

Long live the land

of plenty.

by Alfredo Arteaga

p.s.

have attempted to illustrate this poignant bed time story more often than I wish to remember, always failing in the attempt, this is my last effort and it depicts the poet awaking from the dead of the past and the possibility of a new life in the "Land of Plenty"

It is best viewed on black.

 

oliver + s bedtime story pj bottoms in rae's new fanfare foxes!

 

more here: probablyactually.wordpress.com/2013/09/30/lounging-in-fan...

DO NOT SMOKE IN BED

It's been a long time, but I still have the scar to prove that messages inside matchbooks are genuine and sincere warnings that should be heeded.

Brothers and sister read a bedtime story togather on the bed in bedroom, kid, child, family, study, education and home work concept

084/365

Evie became bored with the childrens books as she/we have read them all a million times. She tends to love the classics.

Illustrations by Gustaf Tenggren. From "Bedtime Stories" a Little Golden Book c. 1942. MY copy, thirteenth printing, 1972.

Reading bedtime stories to the kids.

 

I miss this the most :(

Soooo this is Fiona's superhero nickname from one of my "famous" bedtime stories. I make them up off the top of my head at the last minute and they are always different, they always have a funny town name, a villian with a sidekick (or as we call it...an evil assissticant), someone calling out for a hero, Fiona being the hero with a different name everytime, she has a different mode of transportation every time (always extremely off the wall and really funny), and a secret weapon that saves the day along with her magic trick that puts everything in the world back to the way it should be (and wards off nightmares). Her magic trick is always the same... She has to wiggle her nose, wiggle her ears, wiggle her butt, wiggle her right foot, wiggle her left foot, do the hokey pokey and turn herself around and then BAM everything is all better. It works every time.

 

Sometime, I need to record our stories. They're really good. A little unusual, but in a funny way. Her name in the title was from a story set in the village of Rhymetown. I had to rhyme the entire bedtime story off the top of my head. It was fun and had a moral and I even got in the end. That was her favorite one, next to the "say it don't spray it one". Don't ask, you really had to be there to appreciate that one..hehe.

"Lo pasado ha huido, lo que esperas esta ausente, pero el presente es tuyo"

Please do not use any of my images on websites, blogs or other media without my written permission. © All rights reserved.

  

At the end of each year I create a photo calendar of my son which has between one and four photos for each week of the year. With this year end project in mind I try as much as possible to capture our lives and and Sam growing up from every angle. In the image above I wanted to record the nightly ritual of the bedtime story and the smiles it produces.

  

To ensure the light given off by the bedside lamp was preserved I didn't use flash but instead used a very shallow depth of field and a high ISO.

"I've become impossible holding on to when,everything seemed to matter more.

The two of us,

All used and beaten up.

Watching fate as it flow down the path we

Have chosen."

 

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Eva and Neo.

Best friends sharing common ground. Broken hearts searching for some comfort and forgetting all the bruises.

She has not felt safe since...since when exactly? When she had been guarded by a professional. That is when she felt safe. But she had not handled herself professional at all. Her heart went all fluttery, uncertain and excited. She had fallen in Love with a man who was freedom inpersonated. Telling Neo about this felt good. Feeling comforted felt desperately appropriate.

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Spring pajama pants for Kids Clothes Week Challenge using Oliver & S pattern.

More deets and photos @ Bambino Steps

This charming original vintage litho from 1931 by children's illustrator Viola Ruth Lowe is as fresh as a Daisy; the colors are as crisp as day it was printed back 80 years ago.

 

It measures 7.5 x 9.5" and is printed on heavy paper and it's printed on the back as well, but the paper is nice and thick and nothing shows through.

Sometimes taking pictures is just playing to transform your daughter into her favorite fairy tales characters.

  

I'm not your b*tch, don't hang your sh*t on me!!

This charming original vintage litho from 1931 by children's illustrator Viola Ruth Lowe is as fresh as a Daisy; the colors are as crisp as day it was printed back 80 years ago.

 

It measures 7.5 x 9.5" and is printed on heavy paper and it's printed on the back as well, but the paper is nice and thick and nothing shows through.

Today is the last day that I'm using words

They've gone out, lost their meaning

Don't function anymore

 

Let's, let's, let's get unconscious honey

Let's get unconscious honey

 

Today is the last day that I'm using words

They've gone out, lost their meaning

Don't function anymore

 

Traveling, leaving logic and reason

Traveling, to the arms of unconsciousness

Traveling, leaving logic and reason

Traveling, to the arms of unconsciousness

 

Chorus:

 

Let's get unconscious honey

Let's get unconscious

Let's get unconscious honey

Let's get unconscious

 

Words are useless, especically sentences

They don't stand for anything

How could they explain how I feel

 

Traveling, traveling, I'm traveling

Traveling, traveling, leaving logic and reason

Traveling, traveling, I'm gonna relax

Traveling, traveling, in the arms of unconsciousness

 

(chorus)

 

And inside we're all still wet

Longing and yearning

How can I explain how I feel?

 

(chorus)

 

Traveling, traveling (repeat twice)

Traveling, traveling, in the arms of unconsciousness

 

And all that you've ever learned

Try to forget

I'll never explain again

 

(Bedtime Story - Madonna)

British postcard in the Film Shots series by Film Weekly. Edward Everett Horton, Baby LeRoy and Maurice Chevalier in A Bedtime Story (Norman Taurog, 1933). Photo: Paramount.

 

It seemed like American actor Edward Everett Horton (1886-1970) appeared in just about every Hollywood comedy made in the 1930s. He was always the perfect counterpart to the great gentlemen and protagonists of the films. Horton specialised in the fretful, woebegone 'Nervous Nellie' types.

 

Maurice Chevalier (1888-1972) was a French actor, singer and entertainer. His trademark was a casual straw hat, which he always wore on stage with a cane and a tuxedo.

 

And, please check out our blog European Film Star Postcards.

The Newry Highwayman

 

In Newry Town I was bred and born

In Steven's Green now I'll die in scorn.

I served my time to the saddling trade

but I turned out to be, I turned out to be a roving blade.

 

At seventeen I took a wife

I loved her dearly as I love life

And for to keep both fine and gay

I took to robbing, I took to robbing on the King's highway.

 

I never robbed any poor man yet

Nor any tradesman has cause to fret

I rob the lords and their ladies bright

I take their jewels, I take their jewels to my heart's delight.

 

To Covent Garden I make my way

With my dear wife for to see the play

Lord Fielding's corps they did me pursue

And I was taken, I was taken by that cursed crew.

 

My father cried, "Oh, my darling son"

My wife she wept and said, "I'm undone"

My mother tore her white locks and cried,

"'Twas in the cradle, 'twas in the cradle that he should have died."

 

And when I'm dead and in my grave

A flashy funeral pray let me have

With six bold highwaymen to carry me

Give them good broadswords, good broadswords and liberty.

 

Six pretty maidens to bear my pall

Give them white ribbons and garlands all

For when I'm dead, aye they'll speak the truth

He was a wild and a wicked youth.

 

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DISCLAIMER

All rights and copyrights observed by Chatwick University, Its contributors, associates and Agents

 

The purpose of these chronological photos and accompanying stories, articles is to educate, teach, instruct, and generally increase the awareness level of the general public as to the nature and intent of the underlying criminal elements that have historically plagued humankind.

 

No Part of this can reprinted, duplicated, or copied be without the express written permission and approval of Chatwick University.

 

These photos and stories are works of fiction. Any resemblance to people, living or deceased, is purely coincidental.

As with any work of fiction or fantasy the purpose is for entertainment and/or educational purposes only, and should never be attempted in real life.

We accept no responsibility for any events occurring outside this website.

 

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All rights and copyrights observed by Chatwick University, Its contributors, associates and Agents

 

The purpose of these chronological photos and accompanying stories, articles is to educate, teach, instruct, and generally increase the awareness level of the general public as to the nature and intent of the underlying criminal elements that have historically plagued humankind.

 

No Part of this can reprinted, duplicated, or copied be without the express written permission and approval of Chatwick University.

These photos and stories are works of fiction. Any resemblance to people, living or deceased, is purely coincidental.

As with any work of fiction or fantasy the purpose is for entertainment only, and should never be attempted in real life.

We accept no responsibility for any events occurring outside this website.

  

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www.youtube.com/watch?v=qF-7dpQUqkM

 

Watch Panchatantra Stories in Hindi - Chalak Khargosh - Hindi Kahaniya - Short Story for Kids by KSAR Kids

इस कहानी से हमें यह शिक्षा मिलती है कि आदमी शक्ल से नहीं अकल से बड़ा होता है ।

greenville, maine

1972

 

bedtime story ("where's wallace?")

boston family ski trip

 

part of an archival project, featuring the photographs of nick dewolf

 

© the Nick DeWolf Foundation

Image-use requests are welcome via flickrmail or nickdewolfphotoarchive [at] gmail [dot] com

greenville, maine

1972

 

bedtime story ("where's wallace?")

boston family ski trip

 

part of an archival project, featuring the photographs of nick dewolf

 

© the Nick DeWolf Foundation

Image-use requests are welcome via flickrmail or nickdewolfphotoarchive [at] gmail [dot] com

Adam Sandler's 2008 comedy "Bedtime Stories" used several Southern California locations. The home of Courtney Cox was a private residence in Pasadena.

This home is located at 800 Adelaine Ave, Pasadena.

Older photos are such a pain in the ass to edit!

A parent reading bedtime stories to the kids

This charming original vintage litho from 1931 by children's illustrator Viola Ruth Lowe is as fresh as a Daisy; the colors are as crisp as day it was printed back 80 years ago.

 

It measures 7.5 x 9.5" and is printed on heavy paper and it's printed on the back as well, but the paper is nice and thick and nothing shows through.

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