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"You told me to love you, and I did.
Tied my soul into a knot and got me to submit
So when I got away, I only kept my scars
The other me is gone"
Slipknot - Dead Memories
Wound Brushes:
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Eyelashe Brushes:
Gravestone, Havering-atte-Bower
SACRED to the memory of Mr William Hutchings, who died Jany 2nd 1847 aged 81 years.
He lived and died a sincere Christian unformly walking by faith not by sight
It's been so gray, cold, and snowy here the past few days, so I thought it would be refreshing to put up something a little different.
From the archives, here's a beautiful male Lazuli Bunting taken last Spring at the Umtanum Creek Recreation Area - an excellent spring birding location.
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EOS-1D Mark IV + 800mm f/5.6L IS
21 June 2004
Terry and Shoko
Garden of Memory summer solstice concert at the Chapel of the Chimes in Oakland, CA
noun - 1. an imagined memory of a childhood experience; hides another memory of distressing significance.
I met this sweety at Mackinac Island and couldn't resist it..
Zo'n koppie, daar kun je toch niet voorbij lopen?
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Pentax K10D with pop-up flash in wireless mode power -2
on the left remote flash Pentax AF360FGZ in wireless mode
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Weird how some things can just bring back such strong memories, so strong that it actually creates a physical reaction.
In this case it was a good thing - it isn't always! But, really, an amusement park ride? Yep, my whole childhood came rushing back to me.
Rock Creek Cemetery is in the Petworth neighborhood of Washington, D.C. (It's almost due north of the Capitol by about three miles and slightly west, so technically in the northwest part of the city.)
This cemetery predates the nation. It was established in 1719 in the British colony of Maryland. Under the new nation, it became part of the federal district and the cemetery was expanded, in a garden style. (Cemeteries in the 18th century had a park/garden feel where families would often go on weekends to relax.)
This cemetery has a handful of famous (or close-to-famous) folks interred here and also some high quality statuary (both on tombstones and in general).
Among those interred here are Gore Vidal, Upton Sinclair, and George McGovern. Some related-to-famous people include Alexander Graham Bell's father and Edgar Allan Poe's sister.
As for the sculptures you can find here are works by two famous sculptors: Gutzon Borglum (Rabboni-Foulke Memorial, 1909), Augustus Saint-Gaudens (Adams Memorial, 1890), and William Ordway Partridge (Kauffman Memorial, aka Seven Ages or Memory, 1890).
At the end of anything I can say about this place, I'll just say this: It may not be a place you'll ever see as a tourist/visitor, because there are so many other places to visit in town and your time is probably limited, which is understandable. However, if you do have a chance (and interest in cemeteries and the history/culture of burials), this is one of the better cemeteries you could hope to visit. It's relaxing, in a rolling hill setting, and simply pleasant to visit, especially if you catch it during the change of seasons as I did. (I'm curious how it might look in spring, and if there are lots of flowers in bloom here.)
Speaking of going back in time.....our 2.5 year old grandson is staying with us for 5 days so our creative and entertaining minds are being put back into operation. Today we opened up several huge boxes of stored lego that were put away 25 years ago when our youngest son grew out of them. We had three boys who loved lego so we seriously have thousands of pieces. This is a picture of Ethan's feet covered with lego that his father played with 35 years ago. What a trip!
第一次背著單眼外出
第一次從車內向外拍照
第一次為了一個咖啡牛奶罐大老遠跑去那家店
第一次下班後看著夕陽落下
第一次頂著大太陽蹲在鐵門前拍腳踏車
第一次手沖咖啡
第一次拍眼鏡
第一次喝到一個口味很棒的 whisky
第一次把阿愣擺進照片裡
第一次把照片印製成卡片
第一次一次吃五顆荷包蛋.. (思考
Memory is a child walking along a seashore. You never can tell what small pebble it will pick up and store away among its treasured things. ~Pierce Harris, Atlanta Journal
Now that it's November, I think that it can be safely said that it's no longer summer in Austin. And as the seasons are changing, I've got some plans for some changes of my own, which I'll hopefully share here very soon.
But in the meantime, it's nice to look back and at a wonderful middle of the year. This summer saw me reorient my whole life direction, a decision which let me have some heart-filling adventures. I got to see all the land from here to the pacific; work as a photojournalist; see old friends and new family; trek for days across the continental divide; sight a wild moose for the first time (I know, how has it taken me so long?); start a real job in sustainability; cuddle in a tent with the woman I love; spend many evenings cheering on the sun on its downward descent; and overall, in my opinion, reach a new level in my craft and my passion.
So to accompany this textual harvest of fond memories, here’s a literal harvest, one the last photos I took before returning home from my travels this summer and one that always reminds me of the cool breeze of those late summer storms. We are all so lucky to have time on this troubled Eden of a planet.
21 June 2004
Ellen, Terry and Shoko play on the solstice as darkness falls
Garden of Memory summer solstice concert at the Chapel of the Chimes in Oakland, CA
Just had to grab this shot his face says it all.
At a flea market checking out old LPs. This is Llew, he was the drummer for a while for Joe Cocker.
O God of spirits, and of all flesh, who hast trampled down death and overthrown the Devil and given life to Thy world: Do Thou, the same Lord, give rest to the soul of Thy departed servant Jaroslav, in a place of brightness, a place of refreshment, a place of repose, where all sickness, sighing, and sorrow have fled away. Pardon every transgression which he has committed, whether by word or deed or thought. For Thou art a good God and lovest mankind; because there is no man who lives yet does not sin; for Thou only art without sin; Thy righteousness is to all eternity; and Thy word is truth.
For Thou art the resurrection, the life, and the repose of Thy servant, Jaroslav, who is fallen asleep, O Christ our God, and unto Thee we ascribe glory, together with Thy Father, Who is from everlasting, and Thine all-holy, good, and life-creating Spirit, now and ever, and unto ages of ages. Amen.
Grant rest eternal in blessed repose, O Lord, to Thy servant Jaroslav, who has fallen asleep, and make his memory to be eternal!