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took some shots while waiting for my delayed flight to Iloilo city to take place. The weather wasn't good caused by typhoon Kiko. thank god I arrived to my destination safe but traumatized.
For Vaughan and Andrie's wedding we set up a photobooth so guest could essentially take their own pictures. Being a same sex wedding, we set the theme as YMCA, or anything outlandish. My wife bought props, starting with YMCA character hats, but we also added anything else that was bright and fun, including a couple of gay flags.
We set up a camera in our home studio. The reception for 90 odd guests was held in our garden. We provided a black ground to make the colours pop, set up two elinchrom lights, and set the camera on a 10 sec time delay with a remote button. Not all guest took advantage and the kids , including mine, kinda took over.
But we love the results
A thunderstorm delayed the start of the Pittsburgh Pirates game against the Los Angeles Dodgers at PNC Park on August 14, 2012.
My connecting flight to Boston actually didn't take off until 12:55pm thus ensuring that my long day of travel would be even longer. There's no way I'd catch the 2:15pm bus from South Station to Maine. Next one is 6:15pm. If I miss that, I'm outta luck and I'll be spending an unplanned night over in Boston.
Had to keep my car running, too, as the on-and-off had caused an earlier error and I'd been required to push the car off the side of the road. This girder they're lifting - with two cranes - was about 150' long. Pretty cool to watch.
The Quinnipiac softball team and Senior Associate AD Billy Mecca dance during the rain delay at game 1 of their doubleheader vs. Canisius. The Bobcats would go on to win, 2-1, with a walk-off bases loaded walk.
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Students board school buses at the end of the school day at Robert E. Lee High School on Monday, Dec. 7, 2009. Waynesboro and Staunton city schools were delayed 2 hours and Augusta County schools by 1 hour Monday morning.
Llega con retraso. Que le vamos a hacer. Al menos esta vez se ha dignado en avisar con antelación. Asà nos evitamos pasar por lo mismo de otros años. Asà que nos iremos a casa, nos sentaremos tranquilamente y esperaremos. Sabemos que llega con retraso, pero igualmente, sabemos que antes o después debe llegar.
For Vaughan and Andrie's wedding we set up a photobooth so guest could essentially take their own pictures. Being a same sex wedding, we set the theme as YMCA, or anything outlandish. My wife bought props, starting with YMCA character hats, but we also added anything else that was bright and fun, including a couple of gay flags.
We set up a camera in our home studio. The reception for 90 odd guests was held in our garden. We provided a black ground to make the colours pop, set up two elinchrom lights, and set the camera on a 10 sec time delay with a remote button. Not all guest took advantage and the kids , including mine, kinda took over.
But we love the results
A public-spirited Austinite shows up to express his feelings about Tom DeLay's first court appearance for money laundering.
But fans were not dampened
Megan Moroney, despite the delay because of lightning in the middle of her set, and Tyler Hubbard lit up the Bobcat stage at the York State Fair on Friday night, drawing in hordes of enthusiastic fans. The dynamic duo both put on a captivating performance that had the crowd jumping to their feet and singing along to every song. With their spirited tunes and magnetic stage presence, Moroney and Hubbard delivered an unforgettable concert experience that left everyone wanting more. The York State Fair proved to be the perfect setting for this electric show, providing a lively and energetic atmosphere that perfectly complemented the high-octane performance.
LockedIN Magazine photographer Rick "Beetle" Bailey of @bbphotographer58 and @MyMidAtlantic was at the fairgrounds to keep our fans #LockedIN.
Take a moment to #StayActive with #LockedINMagazine and ask yourself #RuLockedIN
Nice graph where you can easly see where the winter period begins and when it's at its worst. check it out.
Also usefull: Expected Traffic Schiphol
Mary Christmas.
MSWC Game Day 7, Rain Delay during game Mexico and Argentina, 18th of June, 2019. Photo Grega Valancic / WBSC
15.5.09
We're driving towards the orphanage. The highway is lonely, save for a few languid trucks ambling along. It is damp too, and a thick fog covers the countryside: a single light here or there provides the only hint of civilization amidst the interminable verdure. Inside the van, the smoke of cigarettes past wafts in the air, lingering like a lost soul. I inhale, and quickly cough. I subsequently open the window to the enveloping darkness outside, so slightly as to not disturb my companions in the back. The roar of the road echoes in my ears.
An unexpected wrench was thrown into our travel plans today. The trip began expediently enough as the bus on which Candy and I rode reached the Shenzhen airport with hours to spare; however, the unscheduled hiccups soon followed. We received an announcement over the public address system notifying us of a flight delay, due to a mysterious military maneuver, we deduced, high in the Shenzhen skies. Several more sonorous reminders came in punctual succession over the next six hours. It seemed as though we would be stuck, stranded really, at the airport forever, or for the day at least. Thankfully, after the police arrested some of the more aggrieved passengers, we finally boarded the plane and took off for central China. We were blessed to be on our way at last, none of us having blown a gasket during the afternoon tedium.
One more pitch black road awaited, down a single lonely lane lined with swarthy trees, standing as though sentries, and at length we arrived at the orphanage. The car stopped in a clearing, and we stepped out, onto a cement lot with soft puddles spread silently beneath our feet. We squinted into the twilight, our eyes trying to make sense of the surroundings. Our bags were unloaded, we made our way to the rooms, and soon enough fell asleep. I think we all enjoyed the repose, rendered especially comfortable by the new guest rooms in which we were staying.
16.5.09
We have only been here for barely 24 hours, yet it feels as though we have been here for much longer, as if time at some point in our journey decided to slow itself to a crawl. Maybe it was because of the litany of activities that we packed into the span of several hours, or perhaps it was the lack of worldly distractions, allowing us to focus solely on our mission, that caused us to suspend the hands of that imaginary clock in our mind. Whatever the case, we've enjoyed every minute at the orphanage; it is time definitely well spent in service!
Morning call was at 6:20; and after a prayer meeting we went down to finally visit the kids. They were playing on the vast driveway of the orphanage, savoring their moment of freedom before breakfast. To see so many friendly faces, in spite of their precarious physical and filial circumstance was definitely encouraging. I made a multitude of new friends; and did my best throughout the day to impact those kids with joy, honesty and patience. It is a powerful cocktail which brings love immediately to many.
The food at the orphanage is without processing, as natural as victuals can be in these days of impersonal industrial production. Large chunks of mantou, steaming bowls of soupy congee, and salty vegetables with slivers of meat have characterized our meals. It is the kind of humble stuff that lengthens life spans, and disciplines the palate.
We presented a wide range of activities - structured and unstructured; whole class and small group - to the kids, in the hope that we would manage them as much as amuse. In the morning, as though breaking the ice once were not enough, we ran through a series of dizzying, if not at times totally incoherent, activities designed to familiarize our dispositions to each other. Later, we established a makeshift fun fair, at which we ushered the children to rooms filled with (board) games, and puzzles, and other, more colorful activities such as face painting and balloon making. The kids couldn't at length contain their enthusiasm, busting into and out of rooms with impunity, soaking in the rapturous atmosphere. In the afternoon, our team attempted to tire them out: running topped the agenda, and by leaps and bounds, the activities, whether straightforward relays or schoolyard classics like duck duck goose and red light, green light, indeed began to tucker our charges out. We, too, were pretty beat by the time night began to creep over the horizon!
17.5.09
Yesterday evening, we surprised the students with a musical performance, followed by forty minutes of bubble-blowing madness; to be sure, the students could not appreciate our somewhat accurate rendition of Amazing Grace so much as the innocent madness of dipping one's hands in a solution of dish detergent and corn syrup and then whispering a bubble to life; and indeed, the moment the Disney branded bubble-making machines churned the first batch of bubbles into the air, with much rapidity weaving their frenetic pattern of fun, chaos erupted in the room. The students stormed the soap basin, and almost overwhelmed my teammates who valiantly held the Snitch and Pooh high above the heads of the clamoring kids.
During the evening's festivities, I grew progressively ill, until at last I dashed out of the room to sneeze. Outside, in the cool of the night, under a cloud of stars beaming so far away in the deep of space, I exploded in a rancor of sneezing. The fit lasted for five minutes, an inexorable depression in my system which sent both my body and my esteem tumbling down. I felt bad, not only for my exceedingly rickety health, but for my teammates and the children who may have been exposed to my sickness as it incubated within me; furthermore, everyone in the classroom was saying goodbye and all I could do was rid myself of a sniffle here and there, in between rounds of bursting from nostrils and sinuses. I was impotent, as though one of my insignificant droplets on the floor!
18.5.09
We are in a car heading towards a famous historical site in Henan. The driver's drawl slips slowly from his mouth, and what he says resonates intelligibly in our ears. Candy, Tanya and the driver are discussing Chinese mythology, and history, which, for better or for worse seem to be inextricably intertwined. We narrowly just now missed hitting an idle biker in the middle of the road; in dodging our human obstacle, the car swerved into the oncoming traffic, sending us flying inside the cabin. Reciting a verse from a worship song calmed our frazzled nerves.
How to describe the children? Many of them smiled freely, and were so polite when greeted that undoubtedly they had been trained well at some point in the tumult of their life education. Precociousness was also a common characteristic shared by the kids, whose stunted bodies belied the mature, perspicacious thoughts hiding just underneath the skin. Of course, in our time together we were more merry than serious, that quality being best left for the adults working silently in their rooms; and to that effect, the kids brought out their funny bones and jangled them in the air to stir up the excitement and to destroy by a jocular clamor any hint of a dull moment – we really laughed a lot. At last, although not all of them seemed interested in our staged activities – rather than feign enthusiasm and eagerness, some skipped our events altogether – those who did participate, most of them in fact, enjoyed themselves with abandon, helping to create that delightful atmosphere where the many sounds of elation reign.
Of the students whom I had the opportunity to know personally, several still stick out in my mind, not the least for my having christened a few of them with English names! David was bold, and courageous, willing to soothe crying babes as much as reprimand them when their capricious actions led them astray; he had a caring heart not unlike a shepherd who tends to his young charges. Edward, who at 13 was the same age as David, definitely grew emotionally, not to mention physically attached to me. He was by my side for much of the weekend, grabbing onto my hand and not letting go, to the point where I in my arrogance would detach my fingers within his, ever so slightly, as if to suggest that a second more would lead to a clean break - I know now that with the cruel hands of time motoring away during the mission, I shouldn't have lapsed into such an independent, selfish state; he should have been my son. Another child who became so attached to the team as to intimate annoyance was the boy we deemed John's son, because the boy, it seemed, had handcuffed himself to our teammate, and would only free himself to cause insidious mischief, which would invariably result in an explosion of hysterics, his eyes bursting with tears and his mouth, as wide as canyon, unleashing a sonorous wail when something went wrong. On the other hand, Alice remained in the distance, content to smile and shyly wave her hand at our team while hiding behind her sisters. And last but not least, of our precious goonies, Sunny undoubtedly was the photographer extraordinaire, always in charge of the school's camera, snapping away liberally, never allowing any passing moment to escape his shot.
That I learned on this trip so much about my teammates verily surprised me, as I thought the relationships that we had established were already mature, not hiding any new bump, any sharp edge to surprise us from our friendly stupor. So, consider myself delightfully amazed at how a few slight changes in the personality mix can bring out the best, the most creative and the strangest in the group dynamic: admittedly, Candy and Tanya were the ideal foils for John, they eliciting the most humorous observations and reactions from my house church leader, they expertly constructing a depth of character that even last week, in the wake of the Guangdong biking trip, I never knew existed! Most of all, I'm glad to have been a part of such a harmonious fellowship, for the fact that we could prayer together as one, and encourage each other too, and all the more as we saw the day approaching.
This was the point where they were still assuring us that those going on to Amsterdan from Toronto had plenty of time to make their flight, despite Ottawa to Toronto being delayed due to bad weather and an aiport shutdown at Pearson...
I've officially encountered my first serious travel delay. For some reason, most likely weather, my flight is very delayed. Which is a double bummer because I was up very early this morning to be here. I have a connection in LA that is also delayed (thankfully) but there's an open question now about what time I will actually arrive.
Yesterday we woke up at El Manzano and made our way back to San Salvador. We connected with Luis Rodriguez and cupped at his monther-in-law's house. Unfortunately, most of the coffee was already spoken for.
Still, we got to spend some time with Luis and Maria Jose, who showed up with the baby a while later.
That evening we met up with Maria Pacas and Luis and Maria Jose, and also Nancy Majano from Finca Monte Rey came too. It was really nice to see all those folks and to spend time with them. Nancy is always really sweet and we're both very excited about the impending arrival of the coffee. And everything she had from this year is sold, which is a great relief to her.
After dinner we retured to the hotel. The remaining four bros all got to spend a little more time together before calling it a night. I had such a fun experience travelling with these fellas. I think I'll try to get them to join again next year for some pontential collaborative stuff.
And Chris, well, he's such a bro, he lent me a fresh pair of socks. What a guy. And now that I'm in travel limbo, I'm very happy to have them.