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i know i know..i'm way way behind on visiting your stream..i promise i will catch up with you real soon...
This makes me angry and sad. There have been empty promises about trees being "replaced" with "semi-mature trees" which will look really good in about 30 years time.... Shame on you|!
My guess is they'll be replaced with bus stop and cycle lane. Yay! Much more visually appealing.
It used to look like this in summer
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Now we can only console ourselves with CGI trees instead:
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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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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.
Here at the "I PROMISE YOU PARTY" life is great, vote for me & I promise that I will get a big pay rise & a new car with a few hols abroad, thank you all ;-))
*NOTE*-THIS IS NOT REAL, DON'T VOTE FOR ME, :-))))
Don't do politics but got bored this morning so had a bit of fun ;-))
Two young girls looking down at the crowd as they wait their turn to perform at the Discover India Festival in Heritage Square.
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Phoenix
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.
Please, see surprise (on photo)!
I.
"But where is the penny world*** I bought
To eat................................
The red-eyed scavengers are creeping..."
Thomas S. Eliot
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"Penny world" - candies and cakes that can be had for a penny.
II.
"Grishkin**** is nice: her Russian eye
Is underlined for emphasis...
...................................
Gives promise of pneumatic bliss."
Thomas S. Eliot
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Grishkin - Serafima Astafieva (1876-1934), a Russian dancer from the Diaghilev company. She opened her own ballet school in London. Ezra Pound introduced her to Eliot.
Photo: Figs & mango. They are sold out now everywhere. Even - along a road to Tiberia, Israel.
...to never let go..
...to never leave alone..
...to be together at all times.
Wishing you both a very happy married life.
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.
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
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!
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 :)
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!
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.
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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! ;-)