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Broken promises...TACO should be familiar with them.
The original photos taken in Glacier Bay. Photoleap was used to create this image.
I will be traveling in areas with spotty internet connections for the next week. My online presence may be hit and miss.
I will eventually run out of maid pics and will move on to something else. Hope everyone has or is having a great weekend.
Sitting alone at my favorite beach, my powerful spiritual spot, I was worried and praying for God's help. I have been praying for this for a long time. In the midst of darkening clouds, a bright sunspot occurred, and stayed for some time. I was reminded of the rainbow that God used to promise Noah that the earth would never be destroyed by flood again. I accepted this phenomenon as a promise God had heard my prayer and I should not worry. I now humbly await a miracle...............and will certainly share with you when it happens. I pray everyone reading this will be able to trust that there is a higher Being who knows you personally, loves you, and wants to help you become the best person you can be. Simplistic as this belief seems to many, amazingly, it is true, and this entity can be experienced. I came to know Him through the Bible and the person of Jesus..............but I think there might be other paths. I don't go to church or follow specific man made doctrines..............but have learned that the Bible can be used by God to lead us, teach us and show us Truth. It is also a book of parables, a message told in a simple way that can be understood by the simplest and youngest of us..................and those who feel themselves too intelligent can be tripped up by this. I don't know how one can get through this difficult life without the love and guidance of God. If we ask HIm to help us find HIm..............He will.
Bless you, my friends.
In September, a cold front had just arrived with snow hard on its heels. In the time it took to set up my tripod ice formed along the banks of this tarn on the skirt of Mt. Evans. I got the picture and high-tailed it home.
[VM] VERO MODERO / Airy Dress
For Designer Showcase
(my note : hair SOUP-H 42 -dark brown & ash(already closed))
I drove out to Kelly's Slough the other day even though I knew rain was coming. I made it to Middle Grove Lutheran Church and was gonna wait out the rain in my car. As the rain was ending, I notice there was a rainbow in the sky. So I grabbed my camera and ran out in the sprinkles to get a few shots.
Here's the rainbow over the church. I stitched two shots together and although the field of view looks small, with the two photos stitched together cover a field of probably about 120 degrees. The rainbow was really big.
Enamel shield on a wooden panel , found on a French flea market . Text in French , translation (by this non-native speaker) :" I shall bless all the places where the image of my heart will be exposed and honored" .
(for Flickr Friday - theme : My heart will go on ; and for 7DWF - theme : Hearts)
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 ^^
i know i know..i'm way way behind on visiting your stream..i promise i will catch up with you real soon...
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!
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.
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Riddhima smoothed the blouse over her breasts for the third time, her palms damp despite the cool air of the drawing room. The blouse wasn't something she usually wore, too frilly, too feminine, but her mother had chosen it. The ivory satin blouse shimmered like liquid light, the delicate outline of her matching satin bra just visible beneath. She wanted it buttoned higher… but her mother had insisted this was how a young woman should look tonight, approachable, inviting, but not too slutty.
The house was quiet, apart from the faint ticking of the grandfather clock and the hum of the chandelier. Every detail here spoke of her father’s success... the silk wallpaper, the antique furniture polished to a mirror shine, and yet, all she felt was small.
She had never met him. The man. The one her father said would secure her future, their family’s future. She was told only his name, his wealth, and the way he would "take good care" of her. It sounded more like a transaction than a promise.
She glanced at her reflection, taking in the perfectly styled hair, her mother's shimmering satin blouse, the outline of her bra, and the gold pencil skirt that hugged her curves. She looked like a woman from a glossy magazine, but inside, she still felt like a little girl playing dress-up.
Somewhere downstairs, the front door opened. Her heart thudded. This was it. Tonight she would meet the stranger her father had chosen. A voice inside was screaming, "run... take the car and drive until the road runs out," but that would only bring shame upon her family.
She took a deep breath, forcing her lips into a polite, practised smile, then stepped toward the rest of her life.
Eight years ago today, we bought three pawpaw seedlings (Asimina triloba) in Ann Arbor, Michigan. One survived and thrived. With subsequent plantings in 2022 and 2023, we now have six genetically unrelated pawpaw trees. Today, three of the trees have flower buds! Perhaps this year, for the first time, successful cross-pollination will lead to pawpaw fruit. Faircrest neighborhood, Madison, Wisconsin, USA, April 28, 2025.
I promised one of my contacts that I would share a list of some of my favorite photographers here on flickr. These people have all inspired me. You probably will see how they have all influenced my work in some way.
In no particular order. If you have the time you really need to dig deep into these streams.
www.flickr.com/photos/benoitpaille/ - First up is Benoit P who clearly inspired this particular series. He has an amazing way with colors and makes some of the best portraits I have ever seen.
www.flickr.com/photos/ce28nn/ - I love cinematic photography and Peter is one of the best at this genre. Every image he makes is breathtaking.
www.flickr.com/photos/jamesyeung/ - I had the pleasure of taking a walk around NYC with James when he came in from Hong Kong. His pictures are incredible and when I found his stream it changed everything for me.
www.flickr.com/photos/loomax/ - Max has a way with tones that puts him on another level. His New York set made me look at my own city in a way that I never saw it in 31 years! I also had the pleasure of taking a walk with Maxime when he came back to NY last year.
www.flickr.com/photos/16536699@N07/ - Haunting portraits that you just can't get enough of. His trademark style is really unique and powerful.
www.flickr.com/search/?q=sparth - There is nothing this man can't do. His style is always evolving and his work is exceptional no matter what genre.
www.flickr.com/photos/yeji/ - Sangjun is one of my newer contacts. When I stumbled across his stream I was immediately hooked. He has an an eye for composition and I look forward to his street shots everyday.
www.flickr.com/photos/stocksphotography/ - Michael was one of my first contacts. I actually started following his stream before I got a camera. When I found his work all I could think is how can I make pictures like this!
www.flickr.com/photos/brianday/ - Another one of my early contacts Brian's work has evolved over the years. His images are real works of art and I am constantly in awe of what he does.
www.flickr.com/photos/from-a2b/ - Amazing images from the streets of London. His pictures really pop and his use of light is something we can all learn from.
I could easily list another 10 contacts but I'll save that for next time.
....a glimpse of a meadow's warmth and summer's secret promise.
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I wish YOU all a happy and blessed third Sunday in time of Advent!
May we see what lies beneath the surface of our life and what waits beyond
our small horizons. May we see the hope and the light and the miracle
that is already on its way to us.
"Don't lose hope, your miracle is on the way."
(i read this some years ago on a little paper at the kitchen wall
of an African mother of eight children in a village in Cameroon)
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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
I promise to share her with you very soon, I want to take some nice photos to introduce her!
Thank you so much Volks USA for sending her in time for Christmas, the beautiful gift wrapping and the lovely card. ♥
" 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
The ubiquitous 'behind the scenes' shot. Blogged about here: www.theshoppingsherpa.blogspot.com.au/2013/08/pinky-promi...