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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.
Diego: “Actually, maybe the only time it should make sense is at two in the morning.” *finishes off his toast in one huge bite*
Charley: “I heard what you said to him this afternoon, and it’s been hard for me to accept. I know you told me that you had feelings for me, but I didn’t realize how…*voice tapers off*
Diego: “Intense they were.”
Charley: *picks at the crust on her toast* “I guess I should’ve. You’re an intense guy. But what I don’t understand is how you can love me so much…and hate me, too. And I mean really hate me. Are…are you ever going to forgive me?”
Diego: *mood abruptly sours, eyes glitter with suppressed rage, tightly* “I don’t know how, Charley. I don’t know how I’m *voice dips low into a growl* ever supposed to forgive you for that night.”
Charley: *looks up to meet Diego’s gaze squarely* “I’m sorry, Diego. I’m so sorry. It never occurred to me that someone would…have to find me afterwards. I wasn’t thinking about anyone or anything but myself and escaping by the only means I thought was left to me.”
Diego: *fist clenches* “What if it’d been Molly? Do you know what it’d have done to her? You came onto the scene after she’d finally begun healing from the hell she went through. You don’t know what she was like when I first found her: skin and bones, dead-eyed, dried blood still in her ears from the explosion that blasted out her eardrums. It took years for her to revert back to her annoyingly cheeky self. And you would’ve destroyed it all just because you decided to take the coward’s way out!” *gets up abruptly, chair making an obscenely loud scraping sound, as he turns his back on Charley, and attempts to rein in his temper*
Charley: *voice soft, but steady* “And what if Diego found me? A boy who suffered unimaginable brutality from a father who should’ve loved him, and a mother whose weakness let it all happen. Seeing me like that, covered in blood and lifeless, brought it all back for you. The day you came home from school and found your mother dead on the floor by your own father’s hand. You loved her…but you hated her, too, for refusing to leave. For letting him hurt her over and over again. For letting him hurt you.”
Diego: *back still turned, scathingly* “If that’s your way of accusing me of having an Oedipus complex, then you can shove it up your ass. What? You took one psychology course in college and that qualifies you to analyze me. I don’t love you because you remind me of my effing mother. I don’t know why I love you. I just do. You’re not the only one who has problems putting their feelings into words.”
Charley (dryly): “Yeah, but whereas I just don’t say anything, you say all the wrong things.”
Diego: *breathes in deeply and exhales slowly, turns back around, and resumes his seat* “But most of the time you can take it. And the times you can’t, I know you’ll forgive me. There. That’s one of the reasons why I love you right there.”
Charley: “Do you think you’ll ever forgive me, or will it always be in the back of your mind, festering?”
Diego: “I know you were messed up, Bug. Logically, I get why you did it, but it’s not logic that makes me feel like I’m suffocating every time I think about it. It’s not logic that has me dreaming about it and waking up in a cold sweat. Can I forgive you for cursing me with a memory that haunts me every damn day of my life? That makes me feel helpless like I used to when I was a kid? *shakes head* I don’t know.”
Charley: *presses a hand to her chest, face deeply grieved* “Is there anything I can do to make amends? I may not deserve your forgiveness, but I’m asking for it all the same.”
Diego: “Promise me that you’ll never try to kill yourself again.”
Fashion Credits
***Any doll enhancements (i.e. freckles, piercings, eye color changes, haircuts) were done by me unless otherwise stated.***
Charley
Shorts: Mattel – Barbie Playline – Fashion Avenue
Tank: Jakks Pacific – Hannah Montana
Socks: Mattel – Barbie Playline – Generation Girl Barbie
Doll is a Morning Dew Giselle transplanted to a Poppy body, re-rooted by the inimitable valmaxi(!!!)
Diego
PJ Pants: Kelsie of Mutant Goldfish Designs
Wife-beater: IT – Dynamite Boys – Summer Daze Kyu
Doll is a Rock Steady Romain, eyes, brows, facial hair, and shading by me.
This memorial is dedicated to the troops who passed through Winchester during the First World War, and is situated outside the Great Hall, in Castle Yard, Wincester.
It honours a promise made by the Mayor of Winchester, Alfred Edmeades, in 1919 to commemorate the American soldiers billeted on the hills around Winchester.
The memorial depicts a soldier’s kit left on a railway bench, the viewer is free to sit on the bench and wonder where the soldier has gone. It is designed and carved to honour the millions of troops who passed through Winchester.
The memorial, by Simon Smith, is made of Portland stone and measures 1.8m by 0.8m and was unveiled by HRH Duke of Gloucester on 23rd June 2014.
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. ♥
The ubiquitous 'behind the scenes' shot. Blogged about here: www.theshoppingsherpa.blogspot.com.au/2013/08/pinky-promi...
" 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
If you wait for me
then I'll come for you
Although I've traveled far
I always hold a place for you in my heart
If you think of me
If you miss me once in awhile
Then I'll return to you
I'll return and fill that space in your heart
-Tracy Chapman
© Stella Luna Photography
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!
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".
A lot of buds of Lotus I have seen bloom in this pond at a local jogging track, but never got to see them in full bloom....this time though I was lucky....it seems somebody forgot to take these home!!!!
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!
My entry for day 267 of the 2009photochallenge; the theme for the day was MATH. I'm afraid my picture doesn't demonstrate any profound theorem of algebraic topology or anything (at least none that I know about!). On the plus side, this subject matter can be readily expressed in a visual format. And, most importantly, this gave me another opportunity to play with my newly built light tent. I'll get over that eventually, I promise....
An Azalea bud getting ready for spring. Azaleas and rhododendrons develop their buds in the fall from which the clusters of flowers emerge in spring.
Silently beneath the ground,
A seed lays still and cold;
Yet there within the tiny seed,
Is promise yet untold.
"The Promise" -- An artwork by David Paul Mesler. Pianist, Vocalist, Composer, Songwriter. Seattle, Washington USA. 2013.
SITES: www.davidpaulmesler.com, www.ihearamericasing.com
ALBUMS: www.cdbaby.com/artist/davidpaulmesler
ARTWORKS: www.flickr.com/photos/davidpaulmesler
VIDEOS: www.youtube.com/doublepianomaniac
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I promise, this is absolutely the last shot of Yoni in this outfit. I throw al the other pics away of this serie. I shoot to much and and none of those pics is ugly, blurry, moved, wrong light etc..etc.. Well you know what i mean. If i would i could upload every shot. But this one is the only one with sunlight. Sorry for the spam! ;-)