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...Happy Easter, my friends...I hope you all have a wonderful day of celebration. I'll be gone for most of this day, but I'll be back later.
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...this is the end of Spring Break for me, so it's back to work tomorrow, and off Flickr for the week...I hope you all have a safe, wonderful week ahead, my friends, and I thank you for your friendship and continued support...take care. :~}
Someone gave my father a magnifying glass for his birthday. Grace loved it and listened when I told her to look through it.
This is the house I lived in from age 10 to 18ish...through college. Permanently moved out when I was 22...to NYC.
We lived in another house about 1/4 of a mile around the corner from this one from when I was born until the April of my 10th year.
I think my parents will only be here for about 5 more years.
Then they will move on up to the westside.
Oh, and it really is in the middle of the street...almost exactly.
Bridgewater, NJ
Grace gave the flower to my gram, her great-gram and then gave her a hug.
The collective "awwwww" was deafening.
Deli warding off her sleeping quarters from prying eyes. I'm not sure if the wicker was chewed off the basket to maximise visibility of intruders or just because of her love for wicker.
This is where Deli sleeps when we're at my parents house, notice the stuffing from a cushion behind her, pulled out to obtain maximum comfort during bunny nap.
View from my sister's window towards the church (at sunrise).
The sky is on fire!
(This picture is unedited)
Theme of The Week - Dear Photograph
My sister and I. She was 3 and I was 6. She wanted to look out the window and was just heavy enough that I couldn't lift her. My mom had July written on the back, but those are most definitely Easter baskets... that was the only problem with film, especially when your camera predated the date imprint.
Here's a shot from a year when quite a lot went on and I had my first big loss (and first big gain!). It was 'Fawklands year' and my brother started to get ill and he spent quite a lot of time in hospital before passing away in the July. But at the same time, I started going out with Tim for rides on his motorbike, hence the helmet, and a romance quickly developed! So here I am in 1982 at home in my parents' house in Broad Street, Old Portsmouth. This is our front room, which was where Dad's record player and piano lived and you can also see one of Dad's paintings on the wall behind me!
Now called 'Elmer-Fryar-Ring'
From 1945 to 1998, there was a US garrison in Augsburg with up to 17,000 US soldiers in the city. Together with their families, this resulted in a population of over 30,000 in a city with barely more than 200,000 inhabitants at the time. Furthermore, the barracks and residential areas of the Americans were concentrated in the west of the city (and the neighboring communities). For this reason, a German police officer and an American military police officer always patrolled these districts together.
The photo shows the former housing estate for senior officers. It is located in the immediate vicinity of my parents' house in Leitershofen near Augsburg. So the Americans were our neighbors, and I can say that they were good neighbors. For example, one day when my parents were away, I invited a whole bunch of friends over for a barbecue and we ran out of charcoal. No problem with neighbors like that! They helped me out as a matter of course.
Of course, my friends and I, who were rather pacifist and extremely critical of the Vietnam War, for example, had a rather ambivalent relationship with our American neighbors. But we still felt that their presence was enriching and their departure a loss. This had primarily to do with music, but that's no small thing. I really miss the AFN radio program, especially the extremely sexy voice of a certain female nighttime announcer who managed to get me and some of my friends to rush home from the pub early just to hear her.
When I see now what this country has become, how utterly rotten, how fascist it has become from the top down, it makes me want to throw up! The news that reaches me day after day from this country is becoming increasingly repulsive and disgusting!
Theme Of The Week - DIY Effects
My parents have a red cut glass serving bowl. This is what it looks like when the sun shines through it.
Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don't matter and those who matter don't mind.
~Dr. Seuss
Happy Monday:)
Explored #87
so yesterdays shifts pretty much killed me... ugh i am so tired..
i slept till 1:30 today lol.. lost half my day.. i am going to spend the evening with my work mates and chill out.. while definately, most definately not serving anyone, ANYONE any drinks. lol
took a series of shots in this stream of light coming in my parents dining room but i don't have any time to sift through them right now so i picked this shot at random and here you are...
not sure if it will become my todays 365...
hooooooray for days off.
Adam and I went over to my parents to wash clothes (I broke our washer, oops) and he said "Let's make a Snuggie!" I took him seriously and made him this seriously Frankensteined Snuggie. But it WORKS and it's just as a good as a REAL Snuggie, so there!
I had to make it wearing one boot because I couldn't use the sewing machine with my boot on. Ha! :)