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Perhaps the nearest thing you can get to a a drive thru toilet.
Parked right outside is my rental FIAT Doblo, so only a skip and jump to the toilet (or waddle if you are desperate)... and there is even a view when standing at the urinal if the sliding windows are open.
What more could you want?
PERHAPS YOU DO NOT KNOW THAT WE CAN DRINK BEER EATING CAKE AND FRUITS TOO....
SO....
PLEASE, READ THE FOLLOWING:
Lambic is a very distinctive type of beer brewed traditionally in the Pajottenland region of Belgium (southwest of Brussels) and in Brussels itself at the Cantillon Brewery and museum. Lambic is now mainly consumed after refermentation, resulting in derived beers such as Gueuze or Kriek.
Unlike conventional ales and lagers, which are fermented by carefully cultivated strains of brewer's yeasts, lambic beer is produced by spontaneous fermentation: it is exposed to the wild yeasts and bacteria that are said to be native to the Senne valley, in which Brussels lies. It is this unusual process which gives the beer its distinctive flavour: dry, vinous, and cidery, usually with a sour aftertaste.
For more informations, please, follow this links:
www.wikihow.com/Drink-Lambic-Beer
For Timmermans, please, follow these links:
www.beersofeurope.co.uk/cgi-bin/Beers_of_Europe__Timmerma...
www.google.it/search?q=timmermans+beer&hl=it&clie...
www.anthonymartin.be/en/timmermans-brewery.aspx
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Perhaps no one other than the Lord himself has yet to fathom all that He meant when He told Abraham that he would bless the world through his seed. The number of Jewish Nobel Prize winners is but one way to see that blessing fulfilled.
Since 1901 over 20% of all Nobel Prize winners have been Jewish. It is an amazing statistic, including prizes in Literature, Chemistry, Economics, Medicine, Physics, and Peace. In order to lay claim to that many prizes, it is interesting to see the number of successive years that Jewish men or woman of distinction won prizes in separate categories.
In the field of Physics, prizes were won by Jewish men and women in the inclusive years of 1943 to 1945, 1958-63, 1971-73, 1995-97, and 2003-05. In Economics the prize was won in the inclusive years of 1970-73, 1975-78, and 1992-94. In Medicine they won the prize in the successive years of 1944-1947, 1967-70, and 1975-78. In Chemistry they won the prize each year from 1979-1982.
The Lord has blessed the Jewish people with a combination of creative and analytical genius uncommon in the rest of the world. To explore the contributions of this special people in all walks of life would take decades. Through the Diaspora, fully acknowledging its down sides, the presence of the Jewish people around the globe has allowed the goyim to be blessed by their influence on our cultures and our lives. In 2012 Jewish men won Noble Prizes in the fields of Chemistry, Physics, and Economics.
Father, bless Your chosen people. Bless the nation of Israel. Bless the Jews in Israel and around the world. We lift them up to You in prayer and with thanksgiving for all that You have gifted to our lives through them. We pray that You would glorify Yourself by preserving and protecting them wherever they are. We pray for the peace of Jerusalem. (Psalm 122:6)
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Perhaps the color I've been seeing way too often emotionally with photography over the past 6 months.
This is from a wedding list from 1695. It includes the wedding of George Hastings and Mary Hassall who may be my great-something grandparents.
This man, perhaps a coolie came out from the dark of the passage way. It was unfortunate this is not sharp enough due to hand shake and wrong lens (Tokina 12-24mm).
In the Town of Pawley's Island, South Carolina for the much-anticipated nuptials of Morgan and Rich. Much may be said about this wedding, which was glorious in its opulence. Also, the miniature pulled-pork-on-biscuits, offered as one of roughly eighteen species of passed hors d'œuvre served immediately after the ceremony (under whispering trees clearly dating from the eighteenth century carpeted with Spanish moss), were sublime.
But I digress. The nuptial banquet was held under a vast pavilion set up on a lawn in the Brookgreen Gardens, in which Acts I (Drinks By The Fountain), II (The Ceremony), and III (The Cocktail Hour) had transpired. Various pools and statuary were to be found on the grounds with a bit of strolling, and this one was not far from the pavilion itself -- about the distance, in fact, that one would traverse if one were seeking to have a cigarette without impinging on the other guests.
The night was a bit cloudy, the lights from the tent distant but not invisible, and the statue of an oddly-erotically posed Bellerophon astride his equally impassioned steed Pegasus reared out of a perfectly still pool. Snap.
She sort of looks like a cat that might be named "Smokey" to me.
Karen's not so sure just yet.
"Sissy" is "Smokey's" companion, neither having permanent names just yet, who both recently joined our home. Both grey cats, one being a solid grey, and the other having a nice grey tiger-striping. This one, is quite affectionate, loving to be held and continually stroked and nuzzled. That makes it a bit hard to type, as her nose nudges my fingers, looking for some more massaging.
Nearly 2 years ago, our long time family cat, Johanna, died. Not too much time elapsed and I was ready to open our home to another cat, actually wanting two this time, so they could enjoy each-other's company while we were away from the house. Karen wasn't ready, and that was ok with me for quite a while. Recently, I've been campaigning for us to take the plunge once more. Karen decided that she was ready.
Chris & Jennie must have caught that idea, because shortly after confirming with me that we were ready, we got a visit from them, bearing a card. "From Our Pets to Your Pets" said the card. What? Then Chris brought in the carrier, with gift bows on top, containing our two cats.
Smiles broke out on everyone's face.
So, expect to see some cat photos from me once more, as they become ready-made subjects for a photographer's eye.
The names have not stuck just yet. "Sissy" is still quite shy, until she wants some stroking, or a warm body to snuggle against during the night. "Smokey" is the younger, not quite a year old, and very full of the kittenish imp.
Both are spayed, and in good health, thanks to the wonderful folks at the Springfield, Animal Protective League, a no-kill animal shelter. My thanks to them for our new family members.
Whatever their names end up being, we will cherish their companionship, hopefully for many, many years.
Our thanks to both Jennie & Chris for adding to our family joy.
This is the first time I've spotted this (not so) little guy in the backyard. He is DOMINATING, chasing every other bird away from the feeder. Greedy piggy!
Perhaps my favorite place in Europe, Scotland continues to draw me back time and time again.
These photos were taken on a Canon T3i during a 6 day road trip through the Scottish highlands.
You can learn more about the locations covered and the route I took on virtualwayfarer.com.
Enjoy a shot? Please comment and let me know what you like about it!
Ribeira
Salvador
Bahia
Brasil
"Perhaps Love
Plácido Domingos & John Denver
www.youtube.com/watch?v=xSLRxuggFGw&feature=colike
"Canção do Amor-Perfeito
Cecília Meireles
O tempo seca a beleza.
seca o amor, seca as palavras.
Deixa tudo solto, leve,
desunido para sempre
como as areias nas águas.
O tempo seca a saudade,
seca as lembranças e as lágrimas.
Deixa algum retrato, apenas,
vagando seco e vazio
como estas conchas das praias.
O tempo seca o desejo
e suas velhas batalhas.
Seca o frágil arabesco,
vestígio do musgo humano,
na densa turfa mortuária.
Esperarei pelo tempo
com suas conquistas áridas.
Esperarei que te seque,
não na terra, Amor-Perfeito,
num tempo depois das almas".
Our former bishop is a man named Martel Adams, who lives near us. (It's perhaps a 3-minute walk from our place to his.) He is a successful businessman and owns a couple of restaurants, but he is really a cowboy at heart. He owns a little spread of several acres, right in the middle of a subdivision here in Chandler, Arizona, the population of which has exploded from about 12,000 as recently as 1977 to about 210,000 today. His property was there before the subdivisions arrived.
Bishop Adams, as everyone still calls him, has a rodeo nearly every year on his property, usually sometime in March. Up through 2004, the rodeo was sponsored by our ward (Alma 9th, Chandler Arizona Alma Stake of the LDS Church), but he was told there were liability issues, such that the rodeo could no longer be sponsored under the auspices of the Church. Accordingly, there was no rodeo in 2005.
This year he resumed the rodeo tradition, with no sponsor other than himself. He spent thousands of dollars of his own money and many hours of work, assisted by some volunteers, to stage the event, which was a roaring success. I have only been to one of his previous rodeos, because we moved into the ward in March, 2003, right after that year's event took place; but today I heard several people say they thought this was his best one ever.
I was one of the two volunteer photographers who covered the event, and took over 100 pictures of it with my Nikon D50. A handful of those will appear on Flickr, and the rest will be processed and put on a CD, to be distributed among some of the people who attended the rodeo or otherwise took part in it. This was a labor of love on my part, and some of the images turned out quite well.
This is one of several pictures I took of Martel himself during the rodeo, which he MCed using a remote microphone while mounted on his horse. (Come to think of it, I don't think I saw him dismounted more than once or twice, and only briefly then, during the four hours I was there.) Note his walrus mustache, which he grew after being released as bishop a couple of years ago; it gives him a sort of 19th-century appearance, which I suppose was the idea.
(Update: Bishop Adams, who was highly respected both in the community at large and the church he loved, passed away suddenly on Saturday, February 20, 2010. He will be greatly missed. I have known few men as good as he, and probably none better.)
Alrighty-o, it's like 2:44ish on a sunny Friday afternoon and i just got back from lunch, yay! I had Indian which was really good and well I just have not had Indian food for like awhile so yea it was totally nice. *smiles* So anyway this picture reminds me of Toy Story actually..hmm..I don't know. Today I woke up to the rain on my window, and I was like hey that's kinda nice. I love it when it sorta drizzles in the morning. It gives me some kind of a warm fuzzy feeling. So anyhowadally I got up late.=p saw my clock and was like yipes! 8:00a.m.! I was totally late for work but anyhow I got ready in time thanks to super powered showers!.;) I got to work and have been working on some new skits and announcements to do, oh yea had Indian food for lunch and now in lets say around 5:06ish I am so gonna get myself a new pair of shoes and my sister's pair done! I want like either those puffy vans or a pair of like black chuck taylors. I am stuck, honetly..though I am rather skinny and my jeans tell my stories.;) Hopefully things will change for the better.=)
Perhaps presented by MSU after the season? Found this in Michigan in the early 2000s and it sat forgotten in a box in an attic for many years until I recently found it again while cleaning out old stuff. Happy it is now reunited with him.
92.9 interview with him: bit.ly/2Piy9OD
Perhaps my favourite spice, I thought I'd have a crack at growing it this year, simply by sowing some seeds from a bog-standard Bart jar bought from the supermarket. They make these pretty fern-like plants, and as you can see , there are small seedheads already starting to form.
Perhaps he shouldn't have had that extra strong mint?
Full tutorial on making this picture at photoshopscaresme.com/burning-aerosols-over-a-naked-flame...
¨*•.¸¸.•“Perhaps they are not stars, but rather openings in heaven where the love of our lost ones pours through and shines down upon us to let us know they are happy.”
Eskimo Proverb
Perhaps my favorite P-51D at the show, "Big Beautiful Doll" clearly sports some of the flashiest markings of any P-51 in existence today. To add to her charisma, you can see a vintage map (depicting Normandy no less!) nestled in her left cockpit windscreen.
Filling a roll of Kodak Tmax 400 asa expired 6-2001 with this Canon as we speak. It is a nice handy camera, kinda like it. perhaps it will change owners.
ow btw press 'L' please, much better on black ;-)
A male. It perched with both closed and open wings. Perhaps because of the windy conditions.
December 2019.
Northeastern New Caledonia.
perhaps i mistakenly left you with the impression that after the bathtime antics began, well, after the bath.
no sir. bathtime has rapidly progressed from a relatively routine ritual to an experience that essentially involves attempting to redirect odin in constructive ways while just happening to also give him a bath.
as soon as the clothes come off, odin decides that he must begin his vocal exercises to properly prepare for the baby in the shower door mirror.
so, hopefully you'll enjoy a few images from The Total Bath Time Experience. it might just seem like any other bath to veteran parents, but you'll have to excuse us since from our perspective it sometimes seems like it was only yesterday that we were giving him his very first bath under quite different circumstances.
On the back, it reads "Mrs. Robert Sherk. 374 Cherry St." I don't think this is Mrs. Robert Sherk.
Taken by F. Gutekunst, 712 Arch St., Philadelphia, PA.
PERHAPS c1501 Sir Richard Huddleston and Elizabeth Dacre
Guidebook - Alabaster tomb (judging from the armour and style of lady's dress) is probably that of young Richard Hudlestonl (grandson of Sir John 1494 www.flickr.com/photos/52219527@N00/3275774847/ ) and his wife Elizabeth Dacre. They died c1505 leaving no issue and there is no painted heraldry left to confirm
Elizabeth was the daughter of Humphrey 1st Lord Dacre 1485 and Mabel daughter of Sir Thomas Parr of Kendal and Alice Tunstall of Thurland . (Mabel was a great-aunt to King Henry VIII's 6th wife Catherine Parr, www.flickr.com/photos/52219527@N00/5339030017/ )
Richard was under the guardianship of his stepfather Sir Lancelot Threlkeld, once he came of age being seen as a prize bachelor with wealth and pedigree, he was promptly kidnapped by Mabel Dacre, wife of Humphrey 1st Baron Dacre of the Northand compelled to marry Mabel’s daughter Elizabeth who may have been 17 years his senior.
Richard was dead within the year and neither Mabel or Elizabeth profited from the marriage. Mabel served 9 months imprisonment at Lancaster Castle for her crime of ravishing a royal ward and died within a year of her release. Elizabeth died while tending to her imprisoned mother. Mabel’s son Thomas 2nd Baron Dacre and her son-in-law George Lord Fitzhugh paid part of her recognizance but objected to paying the balance.
The Lordship of Millom followed the male Huddleston line and was transferred to Richard’s uncle John Huddleston. The Nevill estates were divided between Richard’s sisters Margaret and Joan, Margaret receiving Blennerhasset
Elizabeth's aunt Margaret Radcliffe is at Crosthwaite www.flickr.com/photos/52219527@N00/1082721532/
(ALTERNATIVELY this could be Richard's parents Margaret Nevill 1499 and her first husband Sir Richard Huddleston 1484/5 son of John Huddleston 1494 www.flickr.com/photos/52219527@N00/3275774847/ having children Richard, Margaret and Joan. Margaret illegimate daughter of Richard Nevill, Warwick the
Kingmaker, married secondly Sir Lancelot Threlkeld ) nevillfeast.wordpress.com/2011/11/25/marriage-the-nevills...