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Freedom Rock was started by an Iowa boy, Bubba Sorensen. Now, these are found all over the state and are starting to pop up nationwide. This is the work of another artist as inspired by Bubba. Found in Newton, Iowa
(esta imagen fue borrada por equivocación y repuesta para mi satisfacción personal y completar algunos de mis mejores y más queridos momentos que no quisiera perder nunca)
©Exodus Photography
Friday's Food for Thought
Let's face it.... life right now is very tough and it seem to be getting harder everyday. If you are waiting for someone to rescue you in these times you will be waiting for a long time. We all want to live on easy street but getting there is not a smooth ride. I learned a long time ago that anything worth having is hard work. You will find you will have to do work in areas you don't like but if it will get you closer to your dreams you have to swallow your pride and do it! Yes you will have to deal with people you just don't agree with but if it will get you closer to your destiny then get along with them!
When I was growing up I had my plans in life all laid out and it all fell apart. I was frustrated and wanted to throw in the towel. But I remember my mom telling me this, "Son, do what you have to do in order to get where you want to be!" Everyday I live by this. Yes you are right to feel it is not right you have to struggle but sitting around complaining and doing nothing is not going to get you closer. Get in there, do the hard or boring tasks, and you will find you will come out on top.
We spent the 5th of November at my dad's flat in Battersea, overlooking the park with its wonderful firework display.
remember God, not the guy in the picture, me. lol
i was listening to this spiritual music as of posting. just went with it.
music:
|| REMEMBER DECEMBER. ||
aka. Dear Solitude.
And there you are again.
I see you walking through the woods, my right eye never fully left your guise. Your movements as painfully slow as you are, but still way too fast for me. I hear the cracking of dead branches on the ground. My sound.
Felt your cold, black cloak on my skin long before today was here. Well then. Good day, well known being!
I wouldn't say I've missed you, but I've certainly expected you.
Now we stand again, equally at the same place.
Years may have past by, but you're as real as you can possibly be.
I'm weaker than the times before. Those past months, you really scared me frequently. I hate you, but wish you would stop me from falling down. I can barely stand without you. I know it's not your fault. My sweet hope should get the punishment. Again.
I know it's time to say goodbye.
It will take a long time until my left side won't feel numb anymore.
So let's turn away. Away from the window.
It's like walking down the rabbit hole, every step feels like time at the shore. Please take my hand and guide me through this maze of memories. I will follow you. But may I ask again? Why is it always me? Why? Please. I can't do this no more. Searching for my room in a labyrinth of bouncing castles ..
I know this all too well already. But it was never this painful. You really got me good this time. Not in my deepest dreams I could've imagined a twin like that would exist. And if so, I'd thought I'd never meet him. But there he was, like somebody snapped their fingers. Just like that. What did you say? True friendship can be much deeper than love? Ah, I see. This is why it hurts so much.
But tell me, was it really true? „I always tried to get a closer view ..“
Well then, solitude, let's go. We have no need to talk. The worst about our walk out of the labyrinth, are the pictures on the walls. „Shining like a work of art, hanging on a wall of stars.“ Like they say: A picture paints more than a thousand words. Feeling all the things I'm missing now. Thank you for guiding me, old friend. Now it has to begin, the growth of hope and courage. Once more.
I so hope we'll never see each other again.
But as I shake your hand goodbye, I shatter into thousand pieces.
Maybe, I just give up for good.
And if I'll never find a kindred spirit again, I'll bury these memories under a beech and know forever,
that my so called best friend was „always just a little out of reach.“
© Laura Karg. / Woodmouse Art.
Song pieces by Guster, Satellite.
Fall came down where I live with authority this weekend, arriving with a non-stop weekend of rain so far. It's good for our area, though, we need the water and beginning of the snow pack in the mountains.
That still doesn't have me already starting to miss the sunny days of summer! Sure, the sun will be back through fall, but the warmth is now gone. I enjoy all the seasons, but I definitely prefer warm over cold!
After the month long photo challenge participation, I had to take a little time off of photos and flickr. I am looking for my next ideas to get out and shoot though and will be back to posting. Off now to check out flickr friends' streams...
Remembering September 11th and thanking all those who helped and those who lost their lives. May we find peace and not war please God!!!
From Dec 2023 on the Eaton Falls trail. The Eaton Canyon fire, is still burning after destroying a big part of Altadena and parts of Pasadena. It is now moving up into the mountains and spreading into the Angeles National Forest. This location is completely burned. I'm sure the rocks are still there. Nature grows back in time.
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37091 870203 Preston ECS off 1728 LE-PRES (87002)
The winter of 1986/87 was a cold one with a prolonged cold snap from the beginning of the year stretching into early March. Whilst there was not a lot of snow in the North West the cold in my flat meant it was cheaper and warmer to spend more time out of it than in it!
Unsuprisingly I used to go to the station most evenings and was able to record some of the activity around the station at that time.
One working, a parcels from Manchester would arrive about 7ish and then return with the stock off the 1728 Euston-Manchester which would go to Longsight, and was quite fequently a Rat (Class 25) at the time, but other engines could appear.
On 3rd of Feb 1987 37091 was rostered and is seen waiting the off whilst 87002 sits in Platform 4 with a southbound Freightliner service.
I remember it well
There was wet in your hair
You were stood in the stairs
And time stopped moving ♫
sumida mesmo, mas sempre por aqui :) é a falta de coragem pra mergulhar no tanto de foto que tenho e achar alguma que seja postável rsrsrs. vejo vocês daqui a pouco. blog..
Explore, Aug 15, 2011
On a cold winter morning, it is refreshing to remember a Hawaiian sunset a month and a half ago.
View my - Hawaii Set
View my - Most Interesting according to Flickr
I can still remember sitting next to my Grandmother as she worked the treadle of her sewing machine back and forth. The rhythm of the metal treadle created a tune in my head that stays with me to this day. When she died, I inherited her antique sewing machine....and one day I discovered a treasure trove of antique buttons tucked away in one of the drawers. This button reminds me of the rays of the sun and fills me with warmth as I remember laughing with Grandma. Whenever she was told that more people would be joining us for dinner, she would smile and say, "The more the merrier!" Grandma always sang songs to me as she would braid my hair....and she loved to dance with my Grandpa. Her laughter ringing through the air was one of my favorite memories of this glorious woman....and she has always been my role model in how to approach life.
Almost exactly ONE YEAR AGO, on 27 April 2014, I called in to see the family of Great Horned Owls in a local park and finally got to see the two owlets up on the rim of the nesting cavity. The last time I had seen them, just their heads were visible inside the nest. Various friends had been posting photos of these youngsters climbing up on top of the broken tree, so I knew that if I didn't go very soon, the owlets would have fledged to a different tree and then would be difficult or impossible to photograph. It turned out that these two fluffy owlets did fledge, a couple of days after I took this photo.
The reason that I'm posting this photo is that, sadly, the Great Horned Owl pair that has nested at this location for quite a few years, has had an unsuccessful breeding season this year (2015). We aren't sure what happened, as we did see the male sitting in a tree near the nesting tree and we did see the top of the female's head fairly recently. Then, suddenly, I heard that people were seeing both adults sitting in nearby trees. I have only been down there maybe a couple of very brief times in at least the last couple of months. Maybe people who are there for many hours, day after day, actually saw something happen? Apparently, someone did report seeing three adults in that area recently. Or maybe the eggs did not successfully hatch, or maybe they did hatch and the tiny owlets picked up some infection from deep down in the nesting tree? Feel sad for the adult owls, and I know hundreds, if not thousands, of people will also be feeling sad and so disappointed. These owls have given us so much enjoyment over the years. Hopefully, next year, if the owls stay at this location, they will have a much more successful and happier breeding season.
"With its long, earlike tufts, intimidating yellow-eyed stare, and deep hooting voice, the Great Horned Owl is the quintessential owl of storybooks. This powerful predator can take down birds and mammals even larger than itself, but it also dines on daintier fare such as tiny scorpions, mice, and frogs. It’s one of the most common owls in North America, equally at home in deserts, wetlands, forests, grasslands, backyards, cities, and almost any other semi-open habitat between the Arctic and the tropics.
Great Horned Owls are nocturnal. You may see them at dusk sitting on fence posts or tree limbs at the edges of open areas, or flying across roads or fields with stiff, deep beats of their rounded wings. Their call is a deep, stuttering series of four to five hoots." From AllAboutBirds.
"...that yet move upon society and inspire the people with nobler motives and more heroic patriotism?"
{Henry Ward Beecher}
Honoring those who tragically died 19 years ago.I never thought at the time the significance this picture would mean so much for me this day.
The Image has never been doctored. Back then I just took the shots and filed them away; periodically taking them out of the cobwebs. Taken with the Minolta SRT 101, Kodak Tri X 400, 1976.
Traveling with my young family on the water from Point Pleasant, N.J. to Block Island, Nantucket and Martha's Vineyard. So long ago, but yet it seems like yesterday. A bit unusual for me now, as I find my memory's infirmity.