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Here is your hand. You are but three weeks old. My hand is much older but I am touched by yours.
This is my promise. I know I am not perfect, but having you makes me strive to be more so. You are my daughter, uncontaminated and pure. It is my job as a parent, and as a father to watch over you, and when the time is right, to let you go. But not yet. Right now I just want to hold your hand.
when looking
forward
or looking back
are there times
when you doubted
were there
moments when
you couldn't
see the reason
or imagine
the outcome
trying to
justify the
pain
or push
through
the stress
in a hearbeat
it can all
be revealed
there is hope
a promise
of change
of growth
of joy
patience is
required
for time is
not something
we command
just hang on
hold on
and know that
the promise
is unspoken
Lemony, "Feels so goooood to get off my little feet!"
Miss Carousella, "Oh look ...another dolly pram full of dollies! Even a cabbage patch doll and cookie monster too!"
New Girl, "I haven't a name yet! Maybe call me Katy Perry - I'll melt your popsicle ...hehe!
Please welcome another new girl! She is a Simply Lilac custom with a dyed scalp. Love her little teeth!
A real antique doll buggy! It is a Wyandotte early pressed steel toy baby doll carriage 1930s
Yes, I still have a few more pics from when the girls were all dressed to model shop dresses. Why not - it was a lot of work dressing them all! :)
It took me a while to figure out how to capture something new with the distant lighthouse on Alcatraz. But with the square masted Balclutha promising the freedom of the seas I found it.
July 3, 2004
Well. No Bob on Thursday (1st) or Friday (2nd). I had called Jenny to say that I wanted to spend another night up in Bear Mountain.
That was all I could manage though. I had promised to get back to town so we could be at her parents house for Forth of July (tomorrow).
The Celebrations were building in both Bear Mountain and Big River, so there was plenty and hustle and bustle. I began thinking what it would be like to celebrate July 4 up in a mountain town here – but knew I would be dead if I didn't get back to the city.
In the absence of Bob, I had made a few more enquiries that would help me get the Buick down from the mountain. I had been introduced to a retired gentleman named George Manning through the ladies at the Historical Society. George had been involved with the mine through to its closure. He had held various jobs at the railway station/loading centre that I had seen earlier in the week.
Fortunately, George also still had the keys to various locks, including the site gate, and through his connection to the Historical Society, had permission to open up the site, including the buildings and road, to people with a legitimate interest.
Lucky for me, George thought I fitted the bill, and didn't require any liquid encouragement for the favour.
After I spent most of Thursday in and out around town waiting to find Bob, I thought I would make better use of Friday, so I asked George if it was ok if he took me for a look through the rail yarding and buildings, and maybe, a drive up the road toward the mine.
George said that was fine. We spent about 2 hours walking around the now disused railway yard. It was obvious though that at its peak dozens of men would have worked there just to keep the place running keeping pace with the mine.
As we walked around, George recalled stories from those times, including some more information about the Buick parked up on the ridge, a bit more information about Doc Charleson and more history of the town and mine.
One of George's last jobs was as the Senior Clerk at the yard. A job that earned him an office, a telephone and a typewriter, from which the official correspondence of the office was handled. This also gave George access to most of the records, and hence, a distinct role within the Historical Society for the preservation of part of the key documented history of the town. Even the payroll records made for some serious record keeping volumes.
Most of the records for the mine were also now located down at the railway yard offices where they were more readily available to their historical 'Minders'.
George was looking through some of these – less business – records, including documented 'Official Visits' by State and National Politicians (mainly during election campaigns) and celebrities during promotions for films or concerts. There were many interesting and unusual press clippings and photographs.
Among these were a handful of photos recorded at the location of the old Buick. From these I learned that it was located at a point known as Wilson's Ridge. The location was beautiful, obviously, but the old car had combined with it as a mini local tourist attraction.
One of my Thursday activities was to purchase a decent topographical map, and I had this spread out on one of the office desks to mark in the location of some of these older landmarks in assisting me to reach the car. Wilson's Ridge was quite clear, but the road was no longer clearly marked, and though the rail line was indicated, it also suggested that it was in significant disrepair and would likely be difficult to locate in places.
Given I had not seen the line when I was by the Buick, I did not doubt this last point.
I had a pretty good set of landmarks though and George had loaned me some old photos and clippings which he said I was free to copy so long as I returned them to the Historical Society shop front in town. Among these was a photo taken in around 1967. It was colour, so it indicated that the Buick's paint job had seen better days, it also showed that the pine trees had started to make one of their journeys up towards the rail line.
The photo also showed what looked like it may have been the sapling of the mighty tree that now found its home in the Buick's engine bay.
George said I was welcome to keep that one, as it was of less significance to the town than some of the other materials, and that it obviously fascinated me greatly. I said that I would make a copy and give back the original. But it was obvious that I was now piecing together some more of the history of the car, tree growing through it and the town nestled at the bottom of the mountain.
After we had looked through the records, I took George for a drive some way up the road toward the mine in my car.
It was clear that it had not been regularly used for quite some time. There was a lot of debris across the road, and some small pines had planted themselves right into the edges of the road surface in places.
We reached another gate about twelve, windy miles in. George said he had the keys for this gate also, but not on him. He also said that the road became much steeper, and probably in a much worse state of repair from there onwards, as much of had never been sealed in tarmac. The road was very windy, despite its effort to stay close to the rail line, crossing over or under it at points where it passed through cuttings, or over small gorges. It had been a shorter, though steeper climb by foot earlier in the week.
We both got out to stretch and have a look round. The road had already climbed upwards a thousand feet or so, and already the views were opening up spectacularly. It must have been a beautiful daily drive for the Doc, and the miners who rode the train up and down each day as they wound in and out along the ridges and peaks on the way up to the mine.
I took some more photos at the location and made notes in my diary (including making sure I collected the keys to get through the gates). I had most of my camping gear still in the car, so offered George a beer, as we sat in the shade of one of the larger trees, ate some chips (mainly me) and listened to more of George's stories about the town.
After we had driven back down the road and locked the gates to the rail yard, I dropped George back into the main street of the town and headed back into Big River to get some ice-cream and enjoy a good meal in one of the Bars on Friday night leading up to the Forth of July holiday celebration.
I made sure I didn't drink much, and then headed back to Bear Mountain for the night before packing up in the morning.
It was obvious I had run out of time to get the car down the mountain this trip. I would need to head up again in the Fall (autumn) when I had some more time off from work. I would bring Jenny up to, as I was sure she would love to do some paintings of the Fall colours and the stunning scenery.
I then finished packing the car, and headed back to the city. My camera full of photos. My diary full of notes. A bunch of old photographs. The beginning of a plan to get the beautiful old Buick down of the mountain and into my workshop for restoration.
I remember being told the story of Noah's ark, the rainbow, and how that was God's promise to Noah (and, well, creation). I think I've never really separated God/rainbows in my head. I can't see them as just a natural phenomenon, water and light...
Promise, my Volks SD Luna One-Off model painted by Rumina from a 2014 release arrived home today!
I was quick to remove her default Volks glass eyes (as pretty as they are) so that I could replace them with these 18mm Dollflower Kunzite eyes.
I can't believe how much I love this look on her, I might have stumbled upon her "default" look immediately by accident! Still, I look forward to experimenting with her look a little bit more in the future. <3
Model: Janae Fulton
Photographer: Justin Bonaparte
I got up early today and was rewarded with a beautiful snowfall. I got the hiking gear on and packed the new camera and headed out. It was snowing really hard for the first few hours then it began to rain and melt. I was glad I got myself out of bed! I tested the weather proofing of the new camera to it's limits...thank goodness for the microfibre towel stuffed in my camera bag, it certainly came in handy.
A Marks and Spencer hot drink looks very tempting when you're stood out in the blizzard!
Temple of Promise
Dreamers Guild
A Temple’s purpose is to provide a safe space where the diverse and essential needs of the soul can take root and grow or surrender and find solace. This year, the Temple of Promise welcomes participants through an archway soaring 97 feet overhead. Once inside, the structure curves in on itself, tapering in width and height down to just 7 feet tall. Along the way, alcoves formed by the supporting arches, as well as wooden sculptures reminiscent of stones in a stream, create altars and semi-private spaces for individuals and smaller gatherings. The lines of the curved wooden walls draw the eye inward and create a canvas for written messages and mementos. As the path continues to curve, it opens into the contemplative altar and the heart of the Temple: a grove of three sculpted trees. The branches are initially bare. Participants will write messages on long strips of cloth and attach them to the trees, creating the gentle shade of Weeping Willows, increasing as the week progresses.
Day 11
1/11/2025
I can understand how you’d think this was a staged photo. However, I promise that I happened upon this scene on accident. I was told by my 5 year old that this was the top of a castle, and I wasn’t too inclined to argue. The light was great, I grabbed my camera and here we are.
From 1918 to 1924
Austria-Hungary lost the World War I and capitulated at the end of 1918. New countries of the postwar Europe arose on the wrecks of the Monarchy. At the beginning of the war Italy was on the Central Powers' side, but on May 25, 1915 it took the Allies' side in conformity with the secret London agreement signed on April 26, 1915. By the agreement, Italy was promised, in the case of the victory, a considerable expansion on the Eastern coast of the Adriatic. It should have gotten the whole Istria up to the Kvarner Bay and the province of Dalmatia, but not Rijeka. Under Article 5, the North Adriatic coast, from Volosko to the North Dalmatian border, was expected to be left to Croatia. When the Italians came to know what the agreement was all about, they started the propaganda to annex to Italy even the rest of the territory, primarily Rijeka. At the end of 1918 three political options were active in Rijeka: the Italian National Council (Consiglio Nazionale Italiano di Fiume) demanding the annexation of Rijeka to Italy, the Autonomists led by Zanella, and the People's Committee assembling Croats from Rijeka, Sušak and surroundings.
By the dissolution of Austria-Hungary, on October 29, 1918 Rijeka became an integral part of the just formed State of Slovenes, Croats and Serbs. On October 30, 1918 the National Council read the Proclamation on the annexation of Rijeka to Italy. It was afterwards claimed to be a referendum on the annexation. Rijeka remained within Croatia until November 17, 1918 when general Di San Marzano relieved Dr. Rikard Lenac of his post and took power.
The Allied Administration was formed, and the executive branch of government in the city was taken over by the National Council giving order to withdraw Hungarian postage stamps from circulation until December 2, 1918 and then overprint them with the FIUME overprint. It was possible to exchange Hungarian stamps until December 28, 1918. In terms of the order of the Allied Administration, the stamps mustn't have born any political notes that might influence future solution to the question of Rijeka. The National Council stuck to it considering only temporary postage stamps with the FIUME overprint. The stamps with pro-Italian characteristics already appeared in the first set of postage stamps, present also in further issues. The stamps were mostly designed in conformity with the policy of the National Council, the executive branch of government, the whole time working on the annexation of Rijeka to Italy.
A distinguished Italian fascist Gabriele D'Annunzio who, helped by his legionaries, took over Rijeka , was the way out of the allied demand from the middle of 1919 to dissolve the National Council and the Volunteer-legion of Rijeka. The situation had an adverse effect on the Italian government because the fascists were planning the dissolution of the government and parliament and dethronement of the king Vittorio Emanuele lll. Being pressured by the international actions, on September 8, 1920 D'Annunzio declared the State of Rijeka under the name of the Italian Regency for the Kvarner Bay (Reggenza Italiana del Carnaro). The occupied islands of the Kvarner Bay, Krk and Rab were also included in his state. The Constitution was enacted, making Rijeka the first place in the world in which fascism came into power. The fascist ideology very well reflected on the military stamps of Rijeka, thought out by D'Annunzio himself.
The solution to this problem was the Rapalla treaty signed on November 12, 1920 between the Kingdom of Italy and the Kingdom of Serbs, Croats and Slovenes on the acknowledgement of absolute freedom and independence of the State of Rijeka. The Sate of Rijeka consisted of the former Corpus separatum and of a part southward of the unsurfaced road Zamet – Kastav, all the way to Preluk. Although D'Annunzio was opposed to it, the treaty was effective, and it's very interesting that it was written in Latin characters for Italian language, and in Cyrillic for Serbian language. It was, on one hand, a great success of Italian and Serbian, and on the other, a dismal failure for Croatian politics. Before leaving, on January 18, 1921, D'Annunzio let Rijeka have the 'joy' of a bloody Christmas, when all the bridges on the Rječina were blown up and the Governor's Palace was damaged. On January 1, 1921 Dr. Antonio Grossich, the president of the National Council was elected for the president of the temporary government.
The elections for constituent assembly were held on April 24, 1921. Zanella and his Autonomists won the elections. Fascists couldn't come to terms with it so, on March 3, 1922 followed the attack on the Governor's Palace. The majority of elected members of the assembly and Zanella escaped to Kraljevica of (part of the Kingdom of Serbs, Croats and Slovenes) and didn't come back to Rijeka any more. It created the conditions for Rijeka to be annexed to Italy. On September 18, 1923 Mussolini dismissed the government of Rijeka and appointed general Gaetano Giardino as the military governor of Rijeka. The last questions between Italy and Yugoslavia were solved by the Roman agreement signed on January 27, 1924, defining the border and, long before Berlin, dividing Rijeka by a wall into Fiume and Sušak. From April 1, 1924 Rijeka was within Postal services of the Kingdom of Italy, and the postage stamps of Rijeka became history.
From the end of World War II Rijeka was within Postal services of the Federal communist Yugoslavia, and from 1990 till today, within Republic of Croatia.
www.fiume-book.net/eng/FIUME_History_of_Post/fiume_histor...
Teachers in the Gulfton and Sharpstown neighborhoods came together August 17 to meet each other and become inspired by a community movement. The Gulfton Promise Neighborhood is a collaboration of community partners and schools who are working together to make education a priority in this community – this event will honor the teachers that have a front row seat to making this happen. A special guest, the City of Houston Mayor Annise Parker, shared the message of ‘Houston’s Promise’.
"SUPPOSE that one day the government of a large and fast-growing economy became convinced that its highest priority was to purge the country of black-economy millionaires hoarding piles of illicit cash."
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/2016_Indian_banknote_demonetisation anniversary...
Nieuwbouw jacht PROMISE ging naar de Noordzee voor proefvaart , maar kreeg problemen en ging een poosje voor anker buiten de vaargeul op de Nieuwe Waterweg om later naar de Noordzee te gaan.
April blocks for the PROMISE circle of do.Good Stitches. These are a plaid block that measure 10.5" square, I made 4 of them for Eschbaugh.
Blogged - www.marcigirldesigns.com/1/post/2014/04/bee-blocks-and-a-...
Temple of Promise
Dreamers Guild
A Temple’s purpose is to provide a safe space where the diverse and essential needs of the soul can take root and grow or surrender and find solace. This year, the Temple of Promise welcomes participants through an archway soaring 97 feet overhead. Once inside, the structure curves in on itself, tapering in width and height down to just 7 feet tall. Along the way, alcoves formed by the supporting arches, as well as wooden sculptures reminiscent of stones in a stream, create altars and semi-private spaces for individuals and smaller gatherings. The lines of the curved wooden walls draw the eye inward and create a canvas for written messages and mementos. As the path continues to curve, it opens into the contemplative altar and the heart of the Temple: a grove of three sculpted trees. The branches are initially bare. Participants will write messages on long strips of cloth and attach them to the trees, creating the gentle shade of Weeping Willows, increasing as the week progresses.
As promised here is the whole cover, so you can see the bar-code, it’s important... And also the table of content of the 152 (!) pages of Photo Analogies #3:
Large features:
Madagascar seen by Arnaud De Grave and Chris Huby, with splendid portfolios from Pierrot Men and Rijasolo,
Timeline, man within personal history and global History, a project achieved and in progress, already done by Arnaud De Grave and the CCCP group in Denmark 2010, and by BOP in 2012…
Beijing Lu, the mythical street crossing Shanghai, by Barthélémy Longueville,
Photoreportage with:
Champark, a theme park in Gaza by Chris Huby,
SOS Méditarranée, rescue boat for migrants, a topic sadly very attuned with our times, by Edouard Elias,
The walnut mill of Pinsot, in le Grésivaudan, by Jean-François Boujut, Arnaud Thurel and Jon Ellis
We collaborate with Thomas Lehne about Caffenol (film developing with instant coffee) with a long interview by Jon Ellis and pictures from Thomas and some BOP members. Then Jean-François Boujut shows his open-source pinhole camera.
BOP archives, this time with Arnaud Rivière and Arnaud Thurel.
Also we interviewed Christian Sauvan-Magnet from Le Pictorium agency concerning the role of film photography in photoreportage and Arnaud Thurel has a discussion with Bernard Plossu in a 16 pages long piece including unreleased pictures from Scotland.
And the traditional guest one-shots: Denis Uzdyaev, Edouard Beau, Benjamin Larderet et Brett Richardson.
We cannot wait to hold a copy in our hands...
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Comme promis voici la couverture en entier... avec le code barre en cadeau, ça manquait.
Voici le sommaire de Photo Analogies #3, 152 pages (couverture non comprise) de photographie 100% analogique :
Gros dossiers :
Madagascar vue par Arnaud De Grave et Chris Huby, avec de magnifiques portfolios de Pierrot Men et Rijasolo,
Le concept de Timeline, l’homme dans son Histoire et dans son histoire, projet déjà réalisé par Arnaud De Grave et le groupe de photographes CCCP au Danemark en 2010 et par BOP en 2012 et toujours en cours…
Beijing Lu, une plongée dans la rue mythique de Shanghai par Barthélémy Longueville,
Du photoreportage avec :
Champark, un parc d’attraction à Gaza par Chris Huby,
Le bateau de secour SOS Méditarranée et les migrants, sujet tristement d’actualité, par Edouard Elias,
Le moulin de Pinsot, dans le Grésivaudan, par Jean-François Boujut, Arnaud Thurel et Jon Ellis
Nous collaborons avec Thomas Lehne sur la technique du Caffénol (développement au café soluble), une longue interview menée et illustrée par Jon Ellis et des photos de Thomas et de quelques membres de BOP… En plus, Jean-François Boujut nous montre son sténopé open-source.
Quelques archives BOP avec Arnaud Rivière et Arnaud Thurel.
Nous interviewons Christian Sauvan-Magnet de l’agence Le Pictorium à propos de la place de l’argentique dans le photoreportage et Arnaud Thurel s’entretient avec Bernard Plossu dans un sujet incluant 16 pages de photos inédites d’Ecosse.
Sans oublier nos traditionnels invités en one-shot : Denis Uzdyaev, Edouard Beau, Benjamin Larderet et Brett Richardson.
Vivement que nous ayons un numéro tout chaud sortie de la presse entre les mains !
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Photographes ayant collaborés à BOP PA#3 / photographers in BOP PA#3:
Arnaud Riviere, Arnaud De Grave, Arnaud Thurel (oui oui it's a lot of Arnauds), Barthelemy Longueville, Jon Ellis, Jean-François Boujut, Amanda Thomsen, Jesper NinjaAxel Nielsen, Mike van der Poel, Louise Felding, Dave Stott, David Koji Kariyado Hansen, Pierrot Men, Rija Solo, Thomas Lehne, Edouard Elias, Chris Huby, Christian Sauvan-Magnet, Manoël Pénicaud, Bernard Plossu, Denis Uzdyaev, Benjamin Larderet, Brett Richardson, Edouard Beau
The ring on my hand is a promise I have made. A promise to wait...to save everything I could ever offer...my heart, my love, my whole self and nothing less, for one man.
I don't want to have only a broken heart to offer, or an incomplete one, missing parts I have already given away. He will be worth it, as he is my second self and the love of my life.
Who is he?
I don't know yet...
Temple of Promise
Dreamers Guild
A Temple’s purpose is to provide a safe space where the diverse and essential needs of the soul can take root and grow or surrender and find solace. This year, the Temple of Promise welcomes participants through an archway soaring 97 feet overhead. Once inside, the structure curves in on itself, tapering in width and height down to just 7 feet tall. Along the way, alcoves formed by the supporting arches, as well as wooden sculptures reminiscent of stones in a stream, create altars and semi-private spaces for individuals and smaller gatherings. The lines of the curved wooden walls draw the eye inward and create a canvas for written messages and mementos. As the path continues to curve, it opens into the contemplative altar and the heart of the Temple: a grove of three sculpted trees. The branches are initially bare. Participants will write messages on long strips of cloth and attach them to the trees, creating the gentle shade of Weeping Willows, increasing as the week progresses.
Temple of Promise
Dreamers Guild
A Temple’s purpose is to provide a safe space where the diverse and essential needs of the soul can take root and grow or surrender and find solace. This year, the Temple of Promise welcomes participants through an archway soaring 97 feet overhead. Once inside, the structure curves in on itself, tapering in width and height down to just 7 feet tall. Along the way, alcoves formed by the supporting arches, as well as wooden sculptures reminiscent of stones in a stream, create altars and semi-private spaces for individuals and smaller gatherings. The lines of the curved wooden walls draw the eye inward and create a canvas for written messages and mementos. As the path continues to curve, it opens into the contemplative altar and the heart of the Temple: a grove of three sculpted trees. The branches are initially bare. Participants will write messages on long strips of cloth and attach them to the trees, creating the gentle shade of Weeping Willows, increasing as the week progresses.
A view of the promised land, i.e. Jordan valley and dead sea in the left, as told in Book of Deuteronomy 34. Taken from mount Nebo, Jordan
Teachers in the Gulfton and Sharpstown neighborhoods came together August 17 to meet each other and become inspired by a community movement. The Gulfton Promise Neighborhood is a collaboration of community partners and schools who are working together to make education a priority in this community – this event will honor the teachers that have a front row seat to making this happen. A special guest, the City of Houston Mayor Annise Parker, shared the message of ‘Houston’s Promise’.