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Photograph taken at an altitude of Six metres, at 16:41pm on Saturday 5th July 2013 off the Viking Coastal trail on the sea front in Reculver , a coastal resort about three miles east of Herne Bay in south-east England, in a ward of the same name, in the City of Canterbury, district of Kent.
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Nikon D800 24mm 1/2000s f/2.8 iso200 RAW (14 bit) Handheld. AF-S Single point focus. Manual exposure. Matrix metering. Auto white balance.
Nikkor AF-S 24-70mm f/2.8G ED IF. Jessops 77mm UV filter. Nikon MB-D12 battery grip. Two Nikon EN-EL batteries. My memory 32GB class 10 20MB/s SDHC. Nikon DK-17M Magnifying Eyepiece. Nikon DK-19 soft rubber eyecup. Lowepro Transporter camera strap. Lowepro Vertex 200 AW camera bag. Nikon MC-DC2 remote shutter release. Nikon GP-1 gps unit.
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60 / 120. I remember ....
When I was a child in this neighborhood, the rule among most families was to "return home when the streetlights come on". Until then we ran and rode our bicycles freely through the streets on warm summer evenings - but as soon as those lights went on we would scatter and head for our homes quickly! Many things have changed here over the years, but these lights are the same ... provoking a nice memory when I visited recently ....
Artwork made from a photo I took a while back of a lovely view in Longwood Gardens~ from a wonderful romantic trip my husband and I took together. When you can't go on vacations, then embrace the present and also enjoy the memories you have.
Hope you're enjoying your weekend!
Memory Tree in our backyard beautifully wrapped by foodbabysoul and a piece of Baile de Calaveras cloth covered with skulls, hearts and dancing skeletons. A bunch of fading roses in memory of Baggins of Noble Look my bulldog son whose ashes are buried beneath Jesamy, the stolen angel
MUA/Fire Performer: Memory
Lighting: twin speed lights in a 46 inch gridded umbrella soft box left, single speed light in an Apollo 28x28 soft box right, and a snooted speed light firing along the brick wall for accent.
You left me lost and broken,
I still can’t find my way.
Months have passed real slowly,
But it’s harder every day.
I will never forget you,
Though we are far apart,
I miss you so much,
And love you with all my heart.
Rückseite: "Zum Andenken von Ihrer Kollegin Rosa Mayrhofer. München."
Riverse Side: "In memory from your colleague Rosa Mayrhofer. Munich."
Tissue Memory
© 2013 Kristine Jabbour
Even when the mind forgets
The body remembers.
Put in a certain position
I’ve ground my teeth in rage
Put in another and tears have spouted
A hot spring newly excavated.
In another I’m in bliss, as if born for this.
All the while, my mind is in the dark
No inkling as to why I have these reactions.
1000 hours in meditation might
Illuminate these mysteries
But I probably don’t want to know.
My body is releasing its reservoirs of poison
On its own, in its time, without supervision
And I suspect it’s protecting my conscious self
Knowing how fragile it is
Despite its arrogant bravado.
They say the mind controls the body
But I don’t think that’s completely true.
Whenever my mind falls short
It’s my body that carries me home.
M.W. Bro. Juanito G. Espino and Bro. antefixus (red lapel pin is an IPA pin)
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The 97th Annual Communications of our Craft welcomes our Grand Master who hails from the countryside in the small town of Santa Barbara in Iloilo province. (Prov. of ILOILO) on the Island of Panay, Philippines.
The Man: His simple beginning
Our Grand Master was born on 11 June 1952 and the 4th in the brood of seven (7) children from the marriage of Juanito Sr. and Encarnacion, both from Iloilo province. His father worked as the Chief of Staff of the late Senator Jose C. Zulueta while his mother was busy rearing the children as a simple and lovely housewife. His father’s fame and achievement did not have any reflection on our soon to be Grand Master. His simple beginning was characterized as a probinsiyano whose colorful memories and happy thoughts were spent selling newspaper, needles, and buttons in the busy streets of the City. He spent his childhood with his playmates in the riverbanks of Iloilo City’s waterways.
Juaning, as he is fondly called by friends and peers, has been perceived early on to have a colorful and bright future. As his friends would quip, he is a man of few words but a man of action who is known for being light-hearted and compassionate to everyone. While he keeps his busy and overloaded daily schedule on mark, his intense dedication to work and his passion for quality results never diminish. He has this trait of ensuring that everything is done at the end of the day before he retires to bed.
As a craftsman, he never lets a single Ashlar in his trestleboard untouched by his hand and never leaves any of its edge rough and unpolished. He likes to take immediate solutions to problems rather than giving much attention to discussion and argumentation. He extends assistance and medical support to anyone who needs it dearly even if it would mean stretching further his cabletow of support. And true to form, he had proven to be the man who stood when standing seems unbearable for others to be an option.
He is happily married to the former Susana S. Saldaña from Iloilo City and their marriage is blessed with two (2) lovely daughters, Ma. Paula, a medical doctor and a Ph. D. degree holder in Genetics, and Monique, Bachelor of Architecture in Environmental Design graduate, both studied in the University of Manitoba in Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada.
The Man: Education and Career
Our Grand Master is a product of public school education whose intellectual competence had consistently made him a graduate with honors from elementary to high school. He was Iloilo City’s government scholar and graduated at the top ten percent of the class in 1972 at the University of San Agustin, Iloilo City with a degree in Bachelor of Science in Commerce major in Accounting. He became the pride of his family and alma mater when he passed the Licensure Examination for Certified Public Accountants. He also completed his Master in Business Administration at the University of Sto. Tomas and as taken Law Studies at the Aquinas University in Legaspi City, Albay.
This probinsiyano
(1. of a province: belonging to or coming from a province
2. unsophisticated and narrow-minded: unsophisticated and unwilling to accept new ideas or ways of thinking (disapproving)
3. somebody from provinces: somebody from the provinces, as opposed to somebody from a city or the capital)
CPA started to build a name in the private and public sectors. While still a student, he set track to a colorful career in the private sector at I. Diaz & Associates as a part-time auditor; Accounting Instructor at the University of San Agustin; and eventually, Senior Auditor at Sycip, Gorres, Velayo & Co. from 1970-1978.
He finally joined the Commission on Audit in 1978 as Chief of the Auditing Systems Division. He worked his way through and put premiums on competence and hardwork as he rose from the ranks to become Director of major sectors both in central and regional offices. He then assumed the position of Assistant Commissioner, the highest career position in the Commission. He was then the youngest Regional Director of COA Regional Office No. 2 to be appointed at the age of 28. In 2006, he was appointed as the youngest Commission on the Commission on Audit at age 54.
His career flourished in the international arena with his stint as Senior External Auditor of the United Nations Headquarters in New York, USA. He served as the Senior External Auditor of the United Nations in New York, USA and Nairobi, Kenya. For two tears, he served as Auditing Systems Consultant of a World Bank project for the Government of Republic of Sierra Leone, West Africa.
Further to his credit, he chaired the committee on technical matters of the United Nations Audit Committee and took over as the Over-all Chairman; he also chaired the Government Integrated Financial Management Information System (GIFMIS), The Public Sector Auditing Standards Board (PSASB), Audit Committee, Food and Agriculture Organization (FAO), the Risk-based Financial Audit Manual (RBFAM) Steering Committee and the Steering Committee, Harmonization and Managing for Results Project funded by Asian Development Bank.
His commitment to further enhance the development of accountancy and accountability in government was also complimented by his involvement in private organizations. He served as Vice President for External Affairs of the Board of Directors of the Philippine Institute of Certified Public Accountants (PICPA), and National President of the Government Association of Certified Public Accountants (GACPA) for CY 2004-2005. He received various awards, scholarships and grants including the Special Achievement Award in International Professional Development from PICPA; a study visit to Australia sponsored by the Philippines-Australia Partnership for Economic Governance and Reforms (PEGR) and AusAID, November – December 2009; a Fellowship on Infrastructure Audit, US Department of Agriculture Graduate School, Washington D.C., USA, March – April 1982 sponsored by the UNDP; and the 2004 Pasidungog Awards for being the Outstanding Sta. Barbaranon in Government Service, Sta. Barbara, Iloilo Province in November 2004.
In April 2010, he was bestowed the Doctor of Humanities degree, honoris causa, by the Lyceum Northwestern University, Dagupan City, Pangasinan, in recognition of his numerous accomplishments and notable humanitarian endeavor in the field of business and finance.
His legacy of dedication and hardwork in the Commission on Audit had been the cornerstone of his 35 years as public servant.
The Man: The Mason
Our Grand Master was raised to the sublime degree of Master Mason November 08, 1991 in Mayon Lodge No. 61, Legaspi City when he was then the Regional Director of COA Region V. His climb of Masonic ladder was regarded as promising and fortuitous that he would one day lead the Lodge as its Worshipful Master.
He affiliated himself at Kagitingan Lodge No. 286 in 2007: he initiated the institution and constitution of the Auditor General Most Worshipful Pedro M. Gimenez Memorial Lodge No. 370, in honor of Auditor General and Past Grand Master in 1963 MW Pedro M. Gimenez. During his tenure as Charter Master and first Worshipful Master, he led the lodge to be eventually known as the Traveling Lodge in our jurisdiction. He now holds dual, honorary, and charter memberships in Camiguin Lodge No. 296, Bernardo Carpio Lodge No. 359, Gov. Luis O. Ferrer Sr. Memorial Lodge No. 366, Batasan Lodge No. 381, Grand Secretary Reynold S. Fajardo Memorial Lodge No. 383, San Leonardo Lodge No. 386, Masonic District Region II-E. He affiliated with the Fil-Can Cabletow Lodge No. 189 in Winnipeg, Canada under the jurisdiction of the Grand Lodge of Manitoba. He also holds membership in Ancient and Accepted Scottish Rite Quezon City Bodies, York Rite Manila Bodies, Order of the Secret Monitor, and Past High Shereef of Maharlika Shriners Club.
In 2009, the Grand Lodge of the Philippines awarded him the medallion for the Outstanding Mason in Government Service while Masonic District NCR E, Quezon City, recognized him as the Most Outstanding Worshipful Master of the District. In 2008, he was awarded the Most Outstanding Master Mason in the field of Public Accountancy by the Grand Lodge of the Philippines during the 92nd Annual Communication in April 2008, Bacolod City.
Through the years, he served as Grand Auditor, Chairman, Vice-Chairman, and Technical Adviser to various committees such as the Committees on Accounts, Resource Generation and Development, Government Assistance, Masonic Cemetery, Formation of New Lodges, and Oplan: Sagip Kalikasan Committee.
In 2010, the 93rd Annual Communications at the SMX Convention Center in Pasay City has successfully brought him to the podium of Junior Grand Warden of the Grand Lodge of the Philippines with a landslide victory over the other candidates.
The Clarion Call to Carry On
As we all travel in the path of time, let us never lose sight of our important duty to continue upholding the tenets of our Craft for its enhancement and development. The 7-Point Agenda in the 5-Year Development Plan of the Grand Lodge show that unity and harmony shall always be the cornerstone of our thrust as a brotherhood in bridging the path of the new millennium towards the betterment of our Craft in Making Good Men Better . Let the clarion call continues to toil and let the brethren take the action in embracing the hallmark of our tenets.
Harmony of memories -Via Girolamo Santacroce - Vomero - Naples-
The park Viviani, an inlet with panoramic views of the Gulf of Naples and organized according to a path that leads to a flat area full of fruit trees, the park Ventaglieri that effectively connects two areas of the city, and finally the park Spanish Quarter, due to the historical abbey complex of the Nuns of the Holy Trinity.
The park Viviani has a very large area of 20,000 square meters. It is located between the Vomero hill and the settlements of the historic center. The entrance to the Vomero panoramic views of the Gulf of Naples. The trail descends down the slope and along a series of rocky crags cleverly organized to accommodate some species typical of the Mediterranean, such as rosemary, olive, pine, which are themselves elements of attraction for wildlife, especially for pollinators. Following the path you will come to a flat area where there are lawns and fruit trees. In parallel to the path that leads to the flat, from the highest part of the park, part of a staircase that leads to a huge cavity-filled, evidently used in past centuries as a quarry, from which you will come to the second entrance.
The Park Viviani, under the Second World War was a military zone ally, deputy to the flak. The vegetation present, in fact, it was originally created to camouflage their anti-aircraft positions shown.
After the War and the advent of the Marshall Plan, some areas of the quarry Tufo present in the descending part of the Park Viviani, were used for the reconstruction of houses and walls of the area the Spanish Quarter of Naples.
"The richness of life lies in memories we have forgotten."
Cesare Pavese (1908-1950), Italian poet, novelist
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The Dell Children's Hospital is built on one corner of the former Robert Mueller Airport. This is the colorful children's play area -- its actually a maze of concentric circles. This view is looking through some of the portholes. June 1, 2007.
Copyright 2007, Steve Hopson.
Dang I wish I could recreate this look in photoshop...I guess you can call this a REAL instagram LOL! Have yet to find a retro or vintage action that can recreate such a look. Anyhow, there are a lot of memories in this photo. The first is the station wagon. A Ford Torino that my mom loved. And, I learned about street racing in. The flowering peach tree. the rose bush under the window. And well, the house I grew up in.
I will start with the car. It was utilitarian that's for sure. Held lots of groceries, carried newspapers stacked in the back from top to bottom, front to rear, to the recycling plant or to our school newspaper drives. Anyone remember those? Parents would drop off bags (brown paper grocery bags usually) that held neatly stacked newspapers they had been saving up. The newspapers were then unloaded in front of the school where each class had its 'space' marked off. At the end of the day, when the recycler would come to pick em all up, we would find out which classroom had the most newspapers. That class would win popsicles as a prize.
Okay, so the street racing part...yea that was fun! Back in the day, we didn't wear seatbelts, we didn't have child safety seats (well none that would actually save a child in a crash. But then again most cars were the size of boats and made of metal too). Mom and I would be sitting at a stoplight on a straight away and a car would pull up next to us. I learned that if a car next to you revs its engine, the next thing to happen was mom saying (without moving her lips...) "hold on!". Next thing I knew we were hauling ass thru the green light and the car that had dared to challenge the 'ol lady in the station wagon' would be left behind wondering what just happened. I can still remember being sucked back in the seat as she hit the gas pedal and bolted forward squealing a tire or two. She never got a ticket and she never lost :).
Another memory about the car, the back seat folded down extended the cargo area quite a bit (which is why it held a lot of groceries and newspapers). She would fold the back seat down and I'd get to ride in the back. Sometimes my nephew, who was a few years younger than me would go along because mom babysat for him a lot. Well, my mom knew all the corners, all the hills, all the pothole pitted streets, and the winding roads around town. And yes, brake checks at stoplights and signs were mandatory. LOL we would slip and slide all over the back of that car because the cargo area was metal and had a colored texture to it...but I think that was just for looks. It was a blast! Flipping back from a sitting position and ending up with your feet in the air and your head smacking that metal 'floor' was a given. It was even more fun if she had just cleaned the car because the back would be wiped down with a rag and armorall. Don't know what she was thinking, I mean who armorall's metal? But going for a slip and slide ride around town was awesome!
The flowering peach tree. Every year mom would look forward to it blooming beautiful pink blossoms. It was usually around Easter time. It didn't bear edible fruit, but she didn't care. She always stood admiring her tree with a smile on her face and always told me how much she loved that thing. It really was pretty. Small as it was, it managed to hold a small tree house. She wasn't exactly happy about nails in her tree, but she let us keep it. Damage was done after all, why not I guess. The tree eventually got a bug and had to be removed. I think she cried when that happened, I do know she never replaced the tree. I also know many Easter Day photos were taken with the tree in full bloom.
The rose bush. Another item my mother adored. I don't know where it came from, when it was actually planted, or any other back story. I can only tell you what I personally remember. It produced beautiful large red roses. She took very good care of it, fertilizer, water, pruning, etc. And of course the pride and happiness that always showed on her face when it bore big red blooms. After many years it turned sort of wild, looked different, looked um well, old. But still gave a show with red blooms. Not as large but still pretty. Each year we thought would be the bush's last because its roses were becoming less and less frequent and were smaller and smaller. Yet, the plant held on.
After I had children the rose bush was still there trying its best to be pretty next to the newer roses that had been planted. None of us had the heart to remove the bush and it became a joke that it was so old it forgot how to die. Well, one afternoon, my mom and I pulled into the driveway and we both looked at the rosebush, which had produced several roses just days before, and then looked at each other. It was laying on its side like a fallen tree. A surreal scene that neither of us had words for at the moment. We got out of the car and went to see what was wrong. The rose bush, gallant and gracious as it was with its few green leaves and handful of small rosebuds, had succumbed to a gopher eating its roots. It had to be a good 30 years old when that happened. Mother was bummed and I let her deal with her rose bush...feeling we should bury it or something. The other roses that had been planted I believe were also gopher grub. None were ever replaced.
the house I grew up in. It remains in the family, has been updated, and used to bear the marks of a childs growth on a door frame inside. Lots of birthdays, Holidays, memories and moments were shared in that house. The good, the bad, the in between. It's the nest we all eventually left.
so there you have it. A handful of memories in a snapshot....life frozen in time.
Memories of warmer days, in this case. It's been on the cold side, in the single digits since the recent storm of last week. It's common, we always seem to get a cold spell after a storm, people rush to get the snow cleared, and get back indoors. Didn't work out quite as well as expected around town with the street clearing, the cold came and got the best of us, hardened ice patches a couple of inches thick, with bare spots in between. Ice covered washboard roads, and people driving real slowly, it's almost eerie to see, and with the cold temps, to hear the tires of vehicles squeak as they move along.
This photo to brighten up those thoughts, warm and inviting, lazy days gone by.
Daylight, see the dew on the sunflower
And a rose that is fading
Roses wither away
Like the sunflower I yearn to turn my face to the dawn
I am waiting for the day
Now Old Deuteronomy, just before dawn
Through a silence you feel you could cut with a knife
Announces the cat who can now be reborn
And come back to a different jellicle life
Memory, turn your face to the moonlight
Let your memory lead you
Open up, enter in
If you find there the meaning of what happiness is
Then a new life will begin
Memory, all alone in the moonlight
I can smile at the old days
I was beautiful then
I remember the time I knew what happiness was
Let the memory live again
Burnt out ends of smokey days
The stale cold smell of morning
The streetlamp dies, another night is over
Another day is dawning
Daylight, I must wait for the sunrise
I must think of a new life
And I mustn't give in
When the dawn comes tonight will be a memory too
And a new day will begin
Sunlight, through the trees in the summer
Endless masquerading
Like a flower as the dawn is breaking
The memory is fading
Touch me, it's so easy to leave me
All alone with the memory
Of my days in the sun
If you touch me you'll understand what happiness is
Look, a new day has begun
i have a cold, so i'm not spending as much time on my photos as i should.
anyway, my camera ate my memory card, and i had another broken one lying around, so i figured i'd just shoot them and get it over with. :)
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Nov. 1, 2015: Memories 2013 In photogene cropped and used b&w high contrast preset. In stackables used soft blur. In photocopier used van gogh sonnenblumen color 0, grain 30, texture 30. In ArtistaImpresso used center detail. In TangledFX used sharpening preset. In Formulas used pestilence 100%. Back in photogene desaturated -.60. In Formulas used aeolian border 15 width.
Does anyone ever get that feeling when you listen to a song and you remember random memories linked to it, like everytime? I always remember going to Bournemouth when I hear Train's 'Save me, San Francisco' album and remember a random trip to Ikea when I hear 'Half of my Heart' or 'Who Says' by John Mayer. I find it really weird, but super cool. :-)
"The best thing about memories is making them" So true!!! I took this piccy on a recent photo shoot! It was above the the exit of a doorway! I love it!
A guardrail located in the Rocky Mountains, a visitor log for everyone that has passed through the region.
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