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As promised, I had the girls put on the lovely candy bracelet that was given to them as gifts from dear Oung :)
Both me and the M&M twins love it ^^
Think these must have been grown in a greenhouse as nothing else seems to be growing at the moment!
[Explored] Took a year off from Explore, think someone's at Flickr has leant on the switch again.
HCS!
lovely weekend to all.....
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Location: Paya Indah Wetland, Dengkil, Selangor Malaysia..
shot from my Canon
i know i know..i'm way way behind on visiting your stream..i promise i will catch up with you real soon...
You'd better hold on to your promises
Because you bet you'll get what you deserve .
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© Luís Campillo 2015
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I’ve always been interested in flying, weather, and the interaction of sunlight and clouds... the Earth, from on high, can be pretty amazing. This image shows two things I’ve never before seen from the air... virga, which is rain that evaporates before it reaches ground, and rainbows. It was taken Saturday between what appears to be about 10-12,000 feet over North Dallas as we’re descending for landing at DFW in the next 15 minutes.
Though they’re not exactly a rarity, from my experience, everyone seems to react similarly to rainbows... with awe and excitement. I’ve never heard anyone say, “Ugh! Another rainbow.” There’s likely good reason for that, as stated in Genesis 9:16, “The rainbow shall be in the cloud, and I will look on it to remember the everlasting covenant between God and every living creature of all flesh that is on the earth.” Before you scoff at this, you should know that at some point in the history of this planet, the atmospheric pressure (and therefore temperature) was much higher than it currently is... a rainbow may not have been possible in those conditions. The flood changed that and the rainbow became a symbol of promise.
Our final destination was Colorado Springs, Colorado. We were there for the interment of Joyce’s Aunt Chris at the United States Air Force Academy Cemetery. Chris was the wife of General Horace Wade, who was Joyce’s mother’s older brother. Though they both had walked in lofty places throughout their lives, Chris and Horace upheld their modest and humble beginnings from the small town where they grew up in Magnolia, Arkansas. He had predeceased Chris by 13 years, and now they would be together again. Ironically, Aunt Chris lived in Macon, Georgia, only about 15 minutes away from my dad in Juliette, Georgia. I had gotten to know her well since my time with Joyce. We were able to visit with her just shortly before she died at age 97... she is among the last of a great generation, a generation of promise to us all.
Horace began his career as a B-24 pilot in World War II, where he saw action in the European, African, and Japanese Theaters. He also flew B-17s and B-29s then as a command pilot... he eventually flew B-36s, B-47s, and finally B-52's before his retirement. With more than 8,450 hours of flying time during his service, he was quite good at it... he was at home with views like this. After the war, he worked closely with General Curtis LeMay to establish the U.S. Air Force out from the Army Air Corp. General Wade was also an advocate for education, and has both an innovation and education award named for him. He also helped to found the Air Force Academy, a promise to generations to come.
What most folks don’t seem to know is that once someone reaches command rank in the services, the first two general stars come from the service itself... the third and fourth stars come from Congress, where not just the recipient, but the family, is vetted for the utmost in character. The reason for that is that higher ranking generals, and often their families, also serve somewhat as ambassadors. Horace rose to the rank of General (designated 4-star rank), and served as Chief of Staff, Supreme Headquarters Allied Powers Europe, in the time of the “Cold War”.
Ambassadors are not kings or presidents. Their function is to carry the message of such people to leaders of other lands. Chris took that role seriously, though often hilariously. She planned many events and functions that brought together such leaders and other ambassadors from many foreign nations. Often she would arrange for adversaries and antagonists to be seated together at these events... and just as often, those folks would leave together in lighthearted conversation, respectful of each other. I wish the world were more capable of that now.
Chris told us of a particular incident at a Christmas party that involved many of the world’s movers and shakers. There was also a young girl there, and she had received a present that no one seemed to be able to figure out... it was the game of jacks. In front of everyone, Chris hiked up her evening gown, got down on her knees, and showed the little girl how to play jacks. She said that her husband was ominously quiet on the ride home that night, so she asked him point-blank what she had done wrong. “Nothing”, he said. “I was just wondering how you knew how to play jacks.” Apparently, growing up in quintessential small-town America has its advantages.
She was an unassuming woman in extraordinary times, though she could be stunningly outspoken when the need arose. Though short in stature, she stood tall, as did many in that great generation. I wonder what they would think of so god-less and narcissistic a generation as I’ve witnessed of late. Eighteenth Century British writer and lawyer, Alexander Fraser Tytler, Lord Woodhouselee, describes the inevitable cycle of society in this way:
•From bondage to spiritual faith
•From spiritual faith to great courage
•From great courage to strength
•From strength to liberty
•From liberty to abundance
•From abundance to leisure
•From leisure to selfishness
•From selfishness to complacency
•From complacency to apathy
•From apathy to dependence
•From dependence to weakness
•From weakness back to bondage
Where do you suspect we are along that timeline? Perhaps it's time to get back to a generation that understands why rainbows, however intangible, are nothing less than a promise.
This is the first rose to appear on this new rose bush and it shows some of the wear and tear of planting and handling. However, the scent is wonderful and the next rose should be perfection.
Winner of a 2009 All America Rose Selection, this splendid hybrid tea of softest pink is more than just a beautiful flower. This Pink Promise rose is the official rose of the American Breast Cancer Foundation, with a portion of every sale donated to this cause.
Back in November 2012 I finally saw Madama Butterfly, my all time favourite opera, live. There were evidently a few in the audience who had never seen it or even know of the story - during the applause for the performers, the singer who had the role of B.F. Pinkerton was heckled. In jest, ofcourse.
Then I got to thinking why it is that I like this opera so much. Why do I gravitate towards heart shattering "love" stories where the heroine almost invariably dies (mortally or spiritually) for a man who, on reflection, can more or less be described as the embodiment of fluff... read: Swan Lake (my favourite ballet), The Little Mermaid (the original Hans Christian Andersen story that i first read as a child, not the Disney-ised crap).... Is it because in mortal or spiritual death I can believe that the purity of these heroines' love is preserved?
B.F. Pinkerton offered Cio Cio San nothing but a fog of unreal romance - petals, bubbles, rainbows, glitter... promises of forever, undying love, integrity, songs, poetry... beautiful but fleeting and ultimately insincere.
Why do lesser men, with sweet tongues but with false hearts, attract such extreme devotion and sacrifice? Lately I've been wishing that Cio Cio San had a chance to exact vengeance on Pinkerton...
You took my heart and you held it in your mouth
And, with a word all my love came rushing out
And, every whisper, it's the worst, emptied out by a single word
There is a hollow in me now
So I put my faith in something unknown
I'm living on such sweet nothing
But I'm trying to hope with nothing to hold
I'm living on such sweet nothing
And it's hard to learn
And it's hard to love
When you're giving me such sweet nothing
Sweet nothing, sweet nothing
You're giving me such sweet nothing
It isn't easy for me to let it go
Cause
I've swallowed every single word
And
Every whisper, every sigh
Eats away at this heart of mine
And there is a hollow in me now
So I put my faith in something unknown
I'm living on such sweet nothing
But I'm trying to hope with nothing to hold
I'm living on such sweet nothing
And it's hard to learn
And it's hard to love
When you're giving me such sweet nothing
Sweet nothing, sweet nothing
You're giving me such sweet nothing
And it's not enough
To tell me that you care
When, we both know the words are empty air
You give me nothing
A promise of a good day as you can see by this beautiful sunrise on my way to pick up the newspaper. That's all I had time as Monday is usually a busy day. A good way to start the day and it did turned out to be a great day with a high of 14c
105/365
43/365
Fisheye Friday
I have been tagged by Anam Cara Photography ॐ to share 8 things about me. So here goes ...
A. List 8 habits/quirks/facts about yourself.
B. Tag 8 people to do the same.
1. When I was a child I was always singing. One night I went to a restaurant with my parents and ended up on top of a table entertaining all the guests who, in return, showered me with candy. Hard to imagine now considering I can’t carry a tune to safe my life. One even more embarrassing episode was when I started singing “By the rivers of Babylon” at a funeral. My parents were mortified and I’m never going to live that one down.
2. I have got a severe dislike of nylon and it will not come anywhere near my body. At the age of 8 I decided I could not stand wearing tights any longer and just refused to put them on. I have not even touched them ever since, just the thought makes my skin crawl. And I don’t care if it is freezing outside, for me it is socks and socks only!
3. I can write in reverse so if you hold the paper up to a mirror it will display correctly. Not block letters, proper joint up writing.
4. I’ve always dreamed of owning a classic Beetle Convertible but the men in my life never let me have it. When I was 18 and bought my first car my dad, who is a mechanic, told me straight out that if I buy a Beetle he would refuse to fix it and I have to take it to a garage if something goes wrong. I suppose he had a point, they are not very practical in a country with -40 degrees and snow for 5 months. And now my husband won’t budge either. He did promise that he would buy me one if we ever win the lottery. I’ve already told him it has to be white and I want a big yellow daisy painted on the bonnet.
5. When I first came to London over 13 years ago I shared a house with 12 people from all over the world. We had Aussies, Kiwis, South Africans, Canadians, Irish and English. I stayed there for 5 years and had the best time ever. Always some kind of party going on and lots of BBQs thanks to our friends from the Southern hemisphere.
6. I need my sleep and I LOVE my bed! It has the most comfortable mattress in the world and if I only had 2 items to take to a desert island, my bed would definitely be one of them. After all, a girl needs her beauty sleep, right?
7. I love entertaining and the most pleasurable night for me is having friends around for dinner. I can spend hours going through cookbooks planning the menu and then potter in the kitchen all afternoon. So much more rewarding than going out to a crowded and noisy pub. As a result we often have friends staying for the weekend. When I was off work last summer I even started making towel animals for the guest room. One of my friends almost doubled over laughing when she saw my little towel dog and decided it was definitely time for me to go back to work before I turn into Bree Van de Kamp Hodge.
8. I’m addicted to Crispy Bacon Wheat Crunchies. I usually don’t mind sharing my food but when it comes to them, fingers off! They are mine alone. Unfortunately they only come in little 25g bags and every time I go to the supermarket I secretly hope that they have started packaging them in big family size bags. No luck so far, I’ll have to carry on wishing …
So there it is....I've tagged 8 of you now! Of course PLEASE, PLEASE understand, there's no obligation to answer, but I found it a more fun exercise than I thought, and I'd love to learn more ('cause I'm also nosy) about you..
" I promise to be good
Don't look in the mirror at the face you don't recognize
Help me, call the doctor, put me inside
Put me inside
Put me inside
Put me inside
Put me inside "
www.goear.com/listen/c4e0a2c/A-wolf-at-the-door-radiohead :(
Strobist Info: Cactus V4 + 1 Kf36, bare, 45º left at 1/16.
Model: Anais
I'm weary of traveling the middle earth but every now and then I get a glimpse of the promised land. It gives me courage to carry on the fight. –Chronicles of Ertirdil
As promise, I take a picture of my dear Aria in this wonderful outfit by Hydehim~
My picture doesn't do the justice of how beautiful this outfit is in real life. I am getting rusty lol!
And I used this biscuit brown hime wig on Aria for the first time. I sort of forgot that I own it until I did a major doll-items tidy-up into a new doll cabinet. XDD
My parents just arrived home this evening with a thin-crusted Hawaiian pizza, a box of spaghetti, BBQ chicken, garlic bread, 2 boxes of doughnuts, 4 cheese stick bread, lotus-seeded moon cakes and bananas. (Yep, bananas!) I think if I can eat all of that, I probably can roll instead of walk! ROFL
This was the toughest episode of YDIL that I have pulled together! It took weeks to complete! This is the finale for season 3 and I though it would be nice to include these wedding photos!
Il y a un signe infaillible auquel on reconnaît qu ' on aime quelqu'un d 'amour , c 'est quand son visage et son sourire vous inspire plus de désir physique qu ' aucune autre partie de son corps .....
"Les rêves , les désirs et les espoirs sont les étoiles de nos vies "
This was the toughest episode of YDIL that I have pulled together! It took weeks to complete! This is the finale for season 3 and I though it would be nice to include these wedding photos!
The paths here were delightful and the views were good. Sadie had mentioned the Promised Land and it was on our map - it is a farm. For some weird reason if I don't make an effort I call it "Paradise Lost".
Remodel, Week 18
As promised, on this November 20th (EDIT: 19th. This is what happens when you write the descriptions for "tomorrow" after midnight and the date on your computer has already changed but you still think it's on the same page as you...) we're catching up with some long-overdue Southaven Sam's Club remodel updates, beginning (coincidentally) with photos from my visit exactly one month ago today, back on October 20th! In this panoramic-style shot, we're taking a wide view of the club's exterior post-repaint as seen from the edge of its parking lot. Even though the repaint was pretty much done at the time this was taken, though, some things have still changed since this photo. One of them is the painting of the back section that was left with the old brown paint scheme a few weeks longer than the rest of the store for some unknown reason. The others, I'm saving to discuss in later descriptions...
Sam's Club // 465 Goodman Road E, Southaven, MS 38671
(c) 2017 Retail Retell
These places are public so these photos are too, but just as I tell where they came from, I'd appreciate if you'd say who :)