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A foolishly optimistic attempt on my part to get the child to put her tools back. We'll see how this works this year and if little pink hand tools will scatter the lawn or not. Sadly, there's more of their ilk buried in places... does she think planting the shovels will make more little pink shovels grow?
Crew searching for MH370 'optimistic' of finding missing plane
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Crew searching for MH370 ‘optimistic’ of finding missing plane
The crew searching for Malaysia Airlines flight MH370 have said they “remain optimistic” of finding the missing plane in their first statement to media.
Two Malaysian navy officers aboard the search ship, Azmi Rosedee and ...
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Irregular brooch made of air dry clay. Manually moulded, painted and varnished. Set on a pin. The character and the text can be customised at your request.
Outside.
Dull and sour; a metaphor for unwanted company. But the little copper-foiled prickle tips give away the boundless enthusiasm within!
Pate de verre with torch-worked inclusions; epoxy glue and mica; and applied copper foil.
Alan enjoyed the start of our adventure but the deep snow and thin crust made the going very difficult for him
A Great Man, and the Best Dad Ever
Rest in peace, my beloved Dad.
If I had to describe you in just a few words, they would be these: radiant, positive, optimistic. You were a respectful, determined, courageous man. Loving, wise, protective. Thoughtful, punctual, always present. Always smiling, with a rare gentleness. An exceptional father, profoundly caring. You loved to surprise and delight, and your motto — “Go ahead” — still echoes within us: let’s move forward, let’s keep going, let’s never give up. You lived with your heart turned toward others and toward the future.
You left far too soon, after a tough battle that you faced without ever complaining. Until the very end, you showed us that dignity can survive pain, that hope can still shine even on the heaviest days. You taught us to keep fighting, even when everything seems lost. You walked toward the unknown without fear, with that quiet strength that defined you. You left us saying, “I love you,” but above all, “Love each other.” And those words will stay with us forever.
Your brilliant career as an engineer, filled with long journeys in Africa and Eastern Europe, was never more important than what truly mattered: your family, your children, your friends. You sacrificed so much to offer us stability, safety, and love. We are your legacy, your greatest achievement.
You saved lives, supported so many relatives and friends, and stood by countless people. You had unwavering faith in traditional medicine, and you endured two long years of heavy treatments and painful surgeries with admirable strength.
The last days by your side are forever etched in my heart. We reread together the postcards you wrote to me when I was a child. We walked, as much as your body allowed—sometimes only a few steps—moments so simple that they have become treasures. I held your hand for a long time. I cried in your arms like a little boy, and you cried with me. I will never forget all that you gave me.
You are not alone, Dad. You’re reunited with Marraine, Bon Papa, your brother Michel, your friend Guy, and all those who went before you. That thought brings warmth to my heart.
When I learned you were gone, it felt as if the protective hand you always kept on my shoulder had suddenly disappeared. But day after day, I find you again in different ways: in a memory, in an unexpected smile, in a subtle sign. You are here. Differently. But you are here.
Thank you, Dad. Thank you for life, for love, for your openness, for your guidance. I am the man I am today largely because of you. This is not a farewell. It is a see-you-later. We will meet again.
You were — and you remain — my guide, today and for everything that lies ahead.
hoping change will bring more clean water and clean air. Great Blue Heron (Ardea herodias). Photo by Frank
A Great Man, and the Best Dad Ever
Rest in peace, my beloved Dad.
If I had to describe you in just a few words, they would be these: radiant, positive, optimistic. You were a respectful, determined, courageous man. Loving, wise, protective. Thoughtful, punctual, always present. Always smiling, with a rare gentleness. An exceptional father, profoundly caring. You loved to surprise and delight, and your motto — “Go ahead” — still echoes within us: let’s move forward, let’s keep going, let’s never give up. You lived with your heart turned toward others and toward the future.
You left far too soon, after a tough battle that you faced without ever complaining. Until the very end, you showed us that dignity can survive pain, that hope can still shine even on the heaviest days. You taught us to keep fighting, even when everything seems lost. You walked toward the unknown without fear, with that quiet strength that defined you. You left us saying, “I love you,” but above all, “Love each other.” And those words will stay with us forever.
Your brilliant career as an engineer, filled with long journeys in Africa and Eastern Europe, was never more important than what truly mattered: your family, your children, your friends. You sacrificed so much to offer us stability, safety, and love. We are your legacy, your greatest achievement.
You saved lives, supported so many relatives and friends, and stood by countless people. You had unwavering faith in traditional medicine, and you endured two long years of heavy treatments and painful surgeries with admirable strength.
The last days by your side are forever etched in my heart. We reread together the postcards you wrote to me when I was a child. We walked, as much as your body allowed—sometimes only a few steps—moments so simple that they have become treasures. I held your hand for a long time. I cried in your arms like a little boy, and you cried with me. I will never forget all that you gave me.
You are not alone, Dad. You’re reunited with Marraine, Bon Papa, your brother Michel, your friend Guy, and all those who went before you. That thought brings warmth to my heart.
When I learned you were gone, it felt as if the protective hand you always kept on my shoulder had suddenly disappeared. But day after day, I find you again in different ways: in a memory, in an unexpected smile, in a subtle sign. You are here. Differently. But you are here.
Thank you, Dad. Thank you for life, for love, for your openness, for your guidance. I am the man I am today largely because of you. This is not a farewell. It is a see-you-later. We will meet again.
You were — and you remain — my guide, today and for everything that lies ahead.
He only looks lil because he's on the ground and I'm on the porch. No one can deny that pretty face though.
A Great Man, and the Best Dad Ever
Rest in peace, my beloved Dad.
If I had to describe you in just a few words, they would be these: radiant, positive, optimistic. You were a respectful, determined, courageous man. Loving, wise, protective. Thoughtful, punctual, always present. Always smiling, with a rare gentleness. An exceptional father, profoundly caring. You loved to surprise and delight, and your motto — “Go ahead” — still echoes within us: let’s move forward, let’s keep going, let’s never give up. You lived with your heart turned toward others and toward the future.
You left far too soon, after a tough battle that you faced without ever complaining. Until the very end, you showed us that dignity can survive pain, that hope can still shine even on the heaviest days. You taught us to keep fighting, even when everything seems lost. You walked toward the unknown without fear, with that quiet strength that defined you. You left us saying, “I love you,” but above all, “Love each other.” And those words will stay with us forever.
Your brilliant career as an engineer, filled with long journeys in Africa and Eastern Europe, was never more important than what truly mattered: your family, your children, your friends. You sacrificed so much to offer us stability, safety, and love. We are your legacy, your greatest achievement.
You saved lives, supported so many relatives and friends, and stood by countless people. You had unwavering faith in traditional medicine, and you endured two long years of heavy treatments and painful surgeries with admirable strength.
The last days by your side are forever etched in my heart. We reread together the postcards you wrote to me when I was a child. We walked, as much as your body allowed—sometimes only a few steps—moments so simple that they have become treasures. I held your hand for a long time. I cried in your arms like a little boy, and you cried with me. I will never forget all that you gave me.
You are not alone, Dad. You’re reunited with Marraine, Bon Papa, your brother Michel, your friend Guy, and all those who went before you. That thought brings warmth to my heart.
When I learned you were gone, it felt as if the protective hand you always kept on my shoulder had suddenly disappeared. But day after day, I find you again in different ways: in a memory, in an unexpected smile, in a subtle sign. You are here. Differently. But you are here.
Thank you, Dad. Thank you for life, for love, for your openness, for your guidance. I am the man I am today largely because of you. This is not a farewell. It is a see-you-later. We will meet again.
You were — and you remain — my guide, today and for everything that lies ahead.
I saw this while riding my bike. It really was pointing up towards the sun, so I had to take a picture.
Merriam-Webster.com Word of the Day: Panglossian • \pan-GLAH-see-un\ • adjective
: marked by the view that all is for the best in this best of possible worlds : excessively optimistic
I realize that my views are quite panglossian, but I think that parent-teacher conference days are the most productive days of the school year. I learn so much about my students.
Hoping for a catch, the fisherman held on to his rod for a long time, only to give up after half an hour.
Yesterday, I was not too optimistic about producing a quality shot when I left my apartment. The sky was looking dark, and I could see rain in the distance. I have been to this swamp several times before, and I have never been able to find a great composition. It is simply such a chaotic mess of vegetation that finding a clean composition is very difficult. When I noticed that the sun was emitting crepuscular rays, I knew that I needed to have my camera pointed in that direction. Crepuscular rays are one of my favorite types of light phenomena. Having very little foreground to work with, I used the boardwalk as a leading line.
As far as processing is concerned, this image is a hand-blended composite of two exposures. This type of blend is always difficult with the trees in the distance.
As a closing note, always remember that you can't get lucky if you don't try.
When President Trump “pardons” a pair of Thanksgiving turkeys on Tuesday, prisoners will be watching and hoping that Trump breaks with tradition and frees human beings alongside lucky birds.
This year, optimism is fueled by signs that the White House and Justice Department are processing cle...
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