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Betsy has apparently been in our family for over 200 years. At least according to this letter. My Dad gave her to me after I had helped him with my Great Aunt's estate 20 some years ago.
I am starting back up organizing all of the photos and letters we found and put them out on our website. A lot of work, which is why I stopped two years ago. Any how, here is a picture of Theodore with Old Betsy back in the day. www.familyhistoria.com/Ethelred%20Delk/John%20Delk/Joseph...
I apologize for the big watermark, but people were taking my photos and claiming them as their own out on Ancestry.com, which is another story. Enjoy, B.
At Home, March 16, 28
My Dearest Niece
I rec. your most of all kind and welcome letter I ever rec from you. Don't think dear I don't apprciate them all for I surely do. But dear when I see poor old Betsy arived to you all right it lifted a big load of of my mind for I have ben afraid I would drop off before you recievd it. You picture is following close to her. Now I can rest lots better. I read your kind and loving 4 times when I recieved it last eavning with lot tears blind my eyes. I was so glad to hear you were pleased with it. Oh child to hear a good player take hold of it. I can hear her speak to profsor Green in his church work. The most lovely player I ever heard play. He used to tell me many times I could beat any man handling the bow he ever seen in his life. He taught piano & violin in the Boston conservatory of music 5 years 10 dollars per day. Poor man lived with me an my wife at Hood River nearly a year. I gave his board and a nice room. Dear just to hear him play the violin while I played the acompayment on the piano. But it is all pased and gone forever. Your brother must have taken after me a little. I only took lessons in vocal but never took a lesson on an instrument in my life. Well I hope you all well and to from you again soon. I am getting better slow. with love to all. Your Uncle Joe Delk
Mary Dear coppy this side in ink so it will keep.
Now Mary Dear for the reccord and age of Old Betsy. In J.T. Delk's hands traded one 200 Dollar Orgon & one 35.00 violin 15.00 in money to my oldest brother Solimon Bennett Delk in Oceola Iowa. 250.00. kept it 54 years. He got it of Uncle Bill Kerns your Grand Ma's brother. Solimon kept it 35 years. Uncle Bill Kerns got it of his uncle Dave Kerns. Uncle kept it 27 years. He got it of his uncle William Kerns who bought it in Bublin Ireland of a french Italian by the name of Delonzo. William kept it 34 years. He paid for it 42 English Pounds. Thats why I would not sell it. Dear you will laugh when I tell you the truth about what I have been offered for it in Kansas. Pof. Hi Jones one 200 Dol horse one 75 Dol violin one 30 Dol Brood sow and 9 fine 80 and 90 pound pigs. Some trade but no trade. 300 Dollars cash too years ago last August. One violin 300 Dol and 250 Dol in money and from 100 to 150 dollars more than 20 times. That is why I sent it to you Dear for I was aftraid of temtation. But now I am safe. It is yours thank Providence and good luck. By By let me starve Old Betsy is safe.
Your Loving Uncle Joe Delk
Swallows move so quickly and erratically and they are fascinating to watch in flight. When I see them, I always take a few shots in hopes that I'll be on the mark. It does take skill and practice, but it does take a "whole lotta luck" as well.
This is one of the lucky shots. I not only got the Swallow in flight, but I also got his reflection in the water.
This was taken with my 5.6 - 400 mm lens, which doesn't have IS.
Tree Swallow
Tachycineta bicolor
Member of the Nature’s Spirit
Good Stewards of Nature
© 2013 Patricia Ware - All Rights Reserved
I shot my first swim meet last night. Swim meets are hard! This photo was certainly a lucky one. Unfortunately this swimmer was on the other team!
this year seems to have started with the three (btw my favourite number) pointing to the sky, high, high, and luck seems to be arriving.. bonne chance!
With the fall foliage nearing its peak for the season up north, it's no doubt mixing a barn in with some color will make for an even better scene. CMQ #1 is nearing Jackman, where the crew will switch this train, tie it down, and then hop on job #2 to head back east. We all lucked out being treated with a Red Barn leader on both trains. This train consisted CMQ SD40-2F's #9010/#9004/#9020/SD40T-2 (tunnel motor) #2856, and a healthy train of 72 cars. A great day up north on the Moosehead.
2016:366/001 January 1, 2016
So I've done this before, way back in 2010, aka Simpler Times. I finished that year, made it through half of 2011 before burning out and then tried again in 2012. That one lasted a month.
Fast forward to 2016. I wasn't even sure if people still used flickr. I'm still not sure. Nowadays it's Instagram and Twitter and Snapchat and whatever else kids these days are into. But I figured flickr worked back then so it'll probably still work now. It looks a little different than I remember, I guess you can't blame somebody for rearranging the furniture every once in a while.
So anyway, I'm looking forward to taking pictures again. I've been doing videos the last few years so my camera has always been near by. But I've been forgetting to just stop, focus and shoot. So that's why I'm here again. To see if I can do 2010 one better and finish a three-sixty-SIX....or not. But at least pick my camera up and shoot a few pictures I wouldn't have otherwise. With a little luck (and a few black eyed-peas) I just might make it to the end again.
With a bit of luck the thieving Gulls wont get a free dinner. Nikon D500/300mm + 1.4x TC.
Please click on pic for a larger and nicer view :-)
I haven't had much luck finding bears on many of my recent photo safaris. That changed on my trip to Banff. The highlight of the trip was finding this black bear mother with 4 cubs. And one was white!
It rained most of the time on my trip. This little one was cold, miserable and hungry. Mother was focused on grazing on grasses and weeds, particularly dandelions. She needed her nourishment to feed four hungry cubs. The cub was so adorable and needy I wanted to grab it, cuddle with it and keep it warm. Yeah right........dream on slow runner.
I had seen a rare Kermode, or Spirit Bear, before and thought perhaps they had traveled far from the BC coastal rainforests here. However, white-phase bears, not Spirit Bears, had been seen here earlier so suspect that what's this cold, wet darling bear cub was.
The white-phase black bear is not a genetic anomaly or the product of a recessive gene like the Spirit Bear. Just one of many colors black bears can have.
Naturally I took many shots of the mother and cubs while they were somewhat in the open on the edge of the forest. The mix of bright light and shade made it challenging, as did the weeds and shrubs that the cub walked thru. I did get many decent shots of this special family though that I will share more of in the future.
Explore. March 18, 2009.
What Luck
What luck I can pick
berries in the wood
I thought
there is no wood no berries.
What luck I can lie
in the shade of a tree
I thought trees
no longer give shade.
What luck I am with you
my heart beats so
I thought man
has no heart.
- Rozewicz, Tadeusz
(Polish poet and playwright, one of the leading writers of the post-World War II period.)
[Title and prose by Mike Dumlao*]
*Mike Dumlao, a friend, a respected artist, a dilettante, a poet, a thinker. A New Yorker.
An inspiration.
I regret that I did not get a chance to meet him when I was at the Big Apple. But the inspiration of his works did infuse me with such visual energy and dynamic outlook that I began to photograph NYC the way he would have seen and captured it. This is for you, kaibigan. Peng you.
Times Square
New York City, New York
Interestingness: #07.
mellowcute- brexley at BIG GIRL event july 15th
[Onyx] Good Luck Tattoo at Black Fair Event July edition
A piece of mail art from the inimitable Mr. David Fullarton Esquire, Secretary-Treasurer of the Northern California Chapter of the Donny Osmond Appreciation Society and former Sean Connery Highlander Games record holder in the caber toss.
Taxi service in the bird kingdom. This service is not known for its comfort or its guarantee of taking you where you want to go! Good luck with your trip, little cormorant.
Tigers have been flying fast and furious over the yard for several days. Yesterday, this one came to visit. He really seemed to be enjoying the nectar from the milkweed blooms. That's a good thing because my lantana took a hit during the frost and it's not blooming at the moment. Tigers seem to prefer lantana blooms over all of the other nectar in the yard.
The host plants I have for tigers in my yard are the redbay and swampbay trees as well as two recently purchased black cherry trees. After purchasing the black cherry trees last fall, I started seeing more tigers in the yard. Apparently, they really like to use that plant for their larva. It's funny though, I bought those trees to try and attract the red-spotted purple, not knowing that tigers would use it as a host as well. That was a lucky little surprise for me. If the red-spotted purple show up yay, if not it was still a lucky purchase.
May surprisingly good luck be on your side today. Happy snapping.
I seem to have been able to get Flame Skimmers and Cardinal Meadowhawks whenever I've gone out these past weeks, so I thought I'd do something with a purpose. How would you guys like the secret to getting dragonflies in flight? Okay, so with that in mind, I spent three hours testing some theories - one of which worked - but I came away with this one conclusion: dumb luck!
After two hours, I'd captured a Cardinal hovering and landing, and a Flame skimmer (and a Pied-billed Grebe for variety). I stood in my favorite swamp cove, camera in one hand and answering a call from my brother with the other (*&!^*%* earbud wouldn't answer). He's fine, btw. Just as he was telling me about his latest travels and shots of parades or some such, a large dragonfly came by at 100 mph, wheeled, hovered, and took off only to return. I clicked off three shots from the camera which I was holding by the strap at my waist, and this is the result. I will draw a diagram when I learn how to draw.
Personenzüge ohne Graffiti sind in Kroatien sehr selten. Als ich am Abend bei Vodnjan/Dignano auf einen Personenzug nach Buzet wartete, haute es mich fast von der Leiter, als ein nahezu sauberes Exemplar vor die Kamera fuhr.
Am 28. Juli war der saubere 7122 012 unterwegs als 4712 von Pula nach Buzet und wurde in der Nähe von Vodnjan/Dignano aufgenommen.
Trains without graffiti are very rare in croatia. I had great luck with a clean train.
7122 012 is driving from Pula to Buzet and was photographed at Vodnjan/Dignano.
Bez grafita 7122 012 vozi od Pula do Buzet je fotografiran u Vodnjan/Dignano.
The only thing to do with good advice is to pass it on. It is never of any use to oneself.
- Oscar Wilde
“there is no such thing as line in nature, only areas of colour, one against another” - Edouard Manet
So I went to my cabin this weekend and I haven't been in at least a year and I was reminded of the quiet beauty of simply being alone in the forest. When I was younger my sister and I used to dread going to the cabin, it meant a weekend away from friends, technology, yadda ya basically we were naive and stupid and I really kick myself now for not appreciating it more then. We used to play with the neighbor girl, Michelle and we would pretend it was a magical forest, like Narnia, we even named our woods Trinima. Funny how memories come flooding back so casually. I really didn't fare well against the mosquitos, I only took three photos and thankfully I managed to get the shot I wanted and throw my shirt back on. I had to edit out like a million mosquitos that covered my back.
Habíamos recorrido miles de kilómetros para fotografiar trenes en diversas regiones españolas pero, como de costumbre, regresábamos a casa con un pírrico botín. Necesitábamos que un golpe de suerte mejorara las sensaciones de un fin de semana en el que las nubes y las tormentas habían sido las auténticas protagonistas. Y pese a que Burgos nos ofrecía más de lo mismo, optamos por encontrar la redención entre las poblaciones de Quintanapalla y Pancorbo. De la primera localidad salimos espantados por culpa de una brutal tormenta que no dejó de golpearnos sin piedad durante 50 interminables kilómetros. A pesar de las circunstancias, desde el coche íbamos escudriñando el cielo en busca de un providencial cambio de tendencia que no se produjo hasta que llegamos al pueblo que da nombre al mítico desfiladero. En la estación, el panorama era infinitamente mejor pero, como seguía lloviendo con fuerza, nos quedamos dentro del coche a la espera de que el paso a nivel nos avisara de la llegada de algún tren. En el cielo comenzó a perfilarse un tímido arco iris y al salir del coche para fotografiarlo nos encontramos con la grata sorpresa de que en la playa de vías de Pancorbo se encontraba estacionada esta preciosa 319 completamente libre de grafitis. La alegría que me invadió fue tremenda porque en casi treinta años haciendo fotos de trenes era la primera vez que fotografiaba uno con un arco iris de fondo. Si esta no es una prueba de la infinita paciencia que tenemos los fotógrafos de trenes, a ver si existe alguien capaz de imaginar una evidencia más explícita....
We had traveled thousands of kilometers to photograph trains in various Spanish regions but, as usual, we returned home with a pyrrhic loot. We needed a stroke of luck to improve the feelings of a weekend in which clouds and storms had been the real stars. And despite the fact that Burgos offered us more of the same, we chose to find redemption between the towns of Quintanapalla and Pancorbo. From the first town we left scared because of a brutal storm that did not stop beating us mercilessly for 50 interminable kilometers. Despite the circumstances, from the car we were scanning the sky in search of a providential change in trend that did not occur until we reached the town that gives its name to the mythical gorge. At the station, the panorama was infinitely better but, as it was still raining heavily, we stayed inside the car waiting for the rail crossing to notify us of the arrival of a train. A timid rainbow began to appear in the sky and we got out of the car to photograph it, finding ourselves pleasantly surprised that this beautiful 319 was parked completely free of graffiti at the Pancorbo station. The joy that invaded me was tremendous because in almost thirty years taking pictures of trains it was the first time I had photographed one with a rainbow in the background. If this is not proof of the infinite patience we train photographers have, is there anyone who can imagine more explicit evidence?
After I saw this nearly full moon and took this photograph, I shot a number of additional photos of this moon that were not through the trees. (Digital photography being what digital photography is, that's a very large number.) But after looking at them all, I decided that I liked this photo the best, even though --and perhaps because-- the tree obscures part of the moon.
This photo, as with the other low-light photographs, was taken without a tripod or other support. I relied on luck, a sometimes steady hand, the camera's image stabilization hardware, and the absence of any biting insects that might cause me to move. I tweaked my camera's fixed lens (it's not a DSLR) into having a focal length of 750mm by dropping the image resolution to 3 megapixels.
Photo taken in Washington, DC.
I love my little camera, which Lloyd gave me for Christmas several years ago, so it breaks my heart more than a little when I bump up against its limitations. I've been fiddling with the flash, trying to keep the cables on the Dunadd wrap from getting washed out, but so far I haven't had any luck. Nevertheless, I'm really honking proud of my cables, and I'm going to brag on them, even if it means rassling with the camera. :)
Went out to shoot the elevators at Napinka MB when I got lucky, and had a train show up and stop to throw the switch. These elevators are slated to be torn down in the near future.
GOOD luck for once! I happened to run into this hawk near the Schulenberg Prairie. Pure happenstance. He did some showing off for me and my camera, and I thank him for it.
“There are some things, after all, that Sally Owens knows for certain: Always throw spilled salt over your left shoulder. Keep rosemary by your garden gate. Add pepper to your mashed potatoes. Plant roses and lavender, for luck. Fall in love whenever you can.”
― Alice Hoffman, Practical Magic
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