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Doesn't matter who you are or what you've done, you die defending your country you die with honor. I don't have interest in enlisting, but I deeply respect all who have had the guts to put their lives on the line for our beautiful country. God Bless America.
For those few who do not know, this is the USS Arizona Memorial in Pearl Harbor Hawaii. On that fateful day in 1941, Japanese bombers heavily damaged many ships, and sunk 3 of them beyond repair, the Arizona being one of them. Thousands of young men trapped in that ship, rescue came too late, and to this day, the ship remains sitting in the shallow water, the bodies of those poor souls still in the rustic hull beneath the monument.
I can't speak very enthusiastically about this place cause 1: I actually couldn't act like my regular self here, rangers asked those to be quiet as it was still a memorial. And 2: It's almost frightening to think that thousands of waterlogged corpses of people who believed in America were just a few feet beneath me. I saw this composition at the last minute on the way out. I was theorizing how I could shoot the US flag flying above the memorial with just the right frame, and nothing worked. All it took to find the right frame was to stand directly underneath it.
That being said, it didn't make it any easier to edit. The position of the bars were still VERY uneven and needed major correction. Part of the reason probably being I couldn't have my tripod out. I was moving around for around 10 minutes to get myself and my camera in an acceptable position. The flag and clouds were the only things in just the right place.
It almost feels weird that in the same vacation I was here at Pearl Harbor, and then a few weeks later I was in front of the Atomic Bomb Dome in Hiroshima.
World War 2's crazy man, war never changes.
May the wings of the butterfly kiss the sun
And find your shoulder to light on,
To bring you luck, happiness and riches
Today, tomorrow and beyond.
~Irish Blessing
In 1962, President John F. Kennedy signed a proclamation which designated May 15 as Peace Officers Memorial Day and the week in which that date falls as Police Week. The Virginia Beach Fraternal Order of Police hosts this annual memorial service as a tribute to all local law enforcement officers that have died in the line of duty in service to the City of Virginia Beach.
Reminder: Flags should be flown at half-staff on May 15th
This tribute to American law enforcement officers is part of the historic crime bill that President Bill Clinton signed into law in 1994. At the request of the National Law Enforcement Officers Memorial Fund, Public Law 103-322 designates Peace Officers Memorial Day as one of only two days each year during which government agencies, businesses and residents are to fly their U.S. flags at half-staff.
“Just as we honor those who died in military service each Memorial Day, our nation pauses each May 15th to show its appreciation for the more than 20,000 men and women who have made the ultimate sacrifice in protecting our communities and safeguarding our democracy here at home,” said Craig W. Floyd, Memorial Fund Chairman and CEO. “Lowering flags to half-staff on Peace Officers Memorial Day is also a way to remember the family members, friends and colleagues these brave American heroes left behind.”
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1966 FORD Thunderbird Gen. 4 [ 390cui ]
Aachen, Germany - 29th Feb. 2012
46 years old and only in one hand. An old guy who lived for his dreamcar. As you can see on the number-plates, the car was " born " in California. So its like " new ". The hole car was never restored in this long time, hope I can show some details and the interior to see this true facts...
Really, I love this car. Amazing design ...
Canon 5D MK II - ISO 50 - f/4 - 135mm
Remember Polaroid 35mm Instant B&W Slide film. I do. I shot hundreds of rolls. They didn't take to any kind of mishandling and they were terribly difficult to mount in the desert dust. But I sure loved the patina that film had.
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Today is the shortest day of the year, and dreary. Maybe a little color will help brighten things up a bit..
(Pastel painting.)
Remembering WW2, those brave souls too young to vote but not too old to fight and pay the ultimate price so that we may live in a free world.
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Honourable Mention -
Pastel Guild of Europe open online competition.
"‘When there is an interesting story to be told, it invites the viewer to linger. This artist created a very relatable story. The beautiful redroses and dropped petals tie things together"
Remember who you are and what you stand for, don't let anyone try to make you forget.
I was tagged by anneapple . Go check out her photostream, she's awesome :)
1. I'm a vegetarian... and I don't like vegetables. I'll eat some (bean sprouts, carrots, cucumber, corn, lettuce that's not shredded, sometimes tomatoes and spinach) but I hate everything else and have to force whatever I can down and try not to gag.
2. I cried when I looked up Carl Sagan on Wikipedia and found out he was dead.
3. I passionately hate Stephen Harper, as well as several other Canadian politicians. If Harper or someone like him still "runs" the country by the time I finish my undergrad, I plan to emigrate.
4. I love NYC!
5. I'm short. Somewhere around 5' or 5'1"... my goal is to grow above 5'3", but it's starting to seem unlikely. My tripod is taller than me.
6. Despite the fact that my mom is the owner of a Spa/Salon and I live above it, I haven't had nail polish on since my grade 8 graduation... it was pale pink and barely noticeable.
7. goes along with 6... I am not a girly girl. I'm becoming more okay with shopping for clothes, but I hate chick flick romance movies such as Dear John. I also don't like romance novels.
8. No matter how much sunscreen I put on, I still seem to get really tanned in the summer. People mistake me for being Indian/ Italian/ Middle Eastern... usually Italian. I'm actually a mix of British, Scottish and Irish.
9. The string on my finger was insanely difficult to tie on.
10. I feel really nervous walking around with a camera hanging from my neck strap. I'm not afraid that someone's going to steal it, I'm terrified the strap will break and my camera will fall.
Since I don't have many flickr friends, I'm just going to tag my mutual contacts :).
October 23: O.o 150+ views!? Thanks guys!
Your kids are now full grown
With the love and pride you should have known
Back when your country brought you home
Still now you fight the tears and face your fears each day
But the horrors of fact won't go away
For 2300 MIA's or POW's to this day
We remember and pray for you...
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Sweet scooter in the 2016 Vacaville Fiesta Days parade...
Mikey just turned 18 and I took him to the DMV today for his road test. Remember when you got your license to freedom?
Remember me Tomorrow
When the sun came up that early morning she heard them squeal in delight
it's a starfish.. it's a pinwheel.. it looks like a flower ... all three of you are right!
the sunbeams began to shine through the trees and cast a glow across the sky
she watched the kidlets stomp around in the snow and then pretend to fly
gramma, why are the clouds purple today? ..maybe someone spilled the juice
not me, not me, not me they chimed.. goodness it must have been the goose
their giggles echoed off the trees and faded slowly into the grape stained cloud
i can jump.. i can twirl.. i can fly... she grinned at them.. you make me so proud
you are growing right before my eyes.. it won't be long you'll be grown ups
i will be a carpenter, i want to be a nurse, i will be a teacher.. oh my little pups
they played some more in the morning snow..it was time at the end of their stay
their time seemed to go so quickly.. there were never enough hours in their day
there will come a day when you are off in the world...seeing all there is to see
if we grow up and go away and see the world like you say...where will you be
she dug in the snow and found three little rocks.. these are for you to borrow
what are these gramma? ... my heart stones... so you remember me tomorrow
Photograph by Phil Koch ~ Poem by Kelly Schlicht
Does anyone besides myself remember relatives using these in the late 40's and early 50? Seems they are 40ish items. Seen at the Stancil Oil Co. Country Store.
hello there, most of you have probably forgotten me since i haven't posted anything in a really long time due to me losing my password for this and school mostly.. but here i am once again x)
if you don't remember me, hay! im greengiraffex :) / if you do remember me - greaaaaat!
but anyways- im back again and this time forreals. (':
All Saints, Drinkstone, Suffolk
I've been here many times, but one visit stands out in my mind. I remember that it was a spring day, back in 2006. I had left Woolpit, and was cycling out into the hills. Woolpit is a good village, with pubs and shops and fine old houses, as well as one of Suffolk's most interesting churches, despite its faintly ridiculous 19th century steeple. The village is smaller than you'd expect from its centre, and soon I was threading through narrow lanes that dog-legged and climbed beside open fields.
Not long after leaving the houses behind I entered Drinkstone parish, and here side by side were two windmills, both now without sails but majestic still in the early spring sunshine. They are particularly interesting because the 16th Century post mill is the oldest in Suffolk. The smock mill beside it is not much younger, although it has been successively rebuilt over the years. Both were still in use into the 20th Century.
The sky clouded suddenly, and then there was the most tremendous thunderstorm. Soaked to the skin, I came down the hill into the village of Drinkstone. The infant River Blackbourn runs alongside the village street, and you cross it and climb up to All Saints. The rain stopped, the sun came out and the setting was lovely, the church above the road on a soft cushion of green, the old school beside it.
It might surprise you learn that the tower is neither medieval or Victorian. It was one of the earliest Suffolk towers built specifically to accommodate recreational bell-ringing, dating as it does from the last years of the 17th century, when this sport was beginning to take off. We know it was built at the behest of the Rector Thomas Cambourne, who also paid for the bells. A plaque remembering this is set in the west wall of the tower.
It is interesting to compare Drinkstone's tower with earlier Tudor red-brick towers like Hemley and Charsfield, and later 18th century ones ones like Grundisburgh and Cowlinge. It has more in common with the former than the latter, except that here there are classical louvred arches, perfectly designed for the bells to sound out from. If it looks more medieval than it is then it may be because of the lancet in the base stage, part of an 1860s upgrading by Edward Hakewill, whose trademark, a quatrefoil clerestory, is also in evidence above the aisles, looking very like the same thing at his Thurston across the A14. He appears to have raised the nave roof, or at least the angle at which it cuts into the tower, because this now looks rather awkward. If so, the east wall of the nave must also be his. The tracery in the east window certainly is, and that whole face of the chancel has been rebuilt. The 1860s glass in the east window is by Lavers & Barraud.
I find it hard to warm to Hakewill's work. His introduction of high gloom into the churches he restored seems intentional, and is often coupled with low aisles that only increase the austerity. Luckily, the great aisles here make the nave as wide as it is long, and you step in to a feeling of lightness. The great tower arch contains a modern ringing chamber in light wood, which looks splendid, and suggests that Cambourne's work is still very much appreciated.
One of the best things about this church is its scattering of 14th and 15th Century glass, Some of which is unusual, but all of it quite heavily restored. In the upper lights of the south chancel window are angels of the Precious Blood swinging censers. Christ in Majesty is at the top, and the two figures either side are two Marys and St John, reset here from a rood group.
The font is set against a pillar in the south arcade in the traditional manner, and is one of those arcaded octagonal fonts you find mainly in the east of the county, usually made from Purbeck marble. Or, at least, it appears to be, but I couldn't help wondering if it was actually an older, square font that had been cut down and decorated by someone locally. It just doesn't have the same finish as other fonts in this style. The benches are Victorian, and there are some hefty bench end carvings. Mortlock thought they might be from the studio of the great Ipswich woodcarver Henry Ringham, whose work is much in evidence up the road in Woolpit, but I wasn't so sure. They don't seem to me to be of the usual delicacy of his work. The dove with an olive branch, for example, looks more like a chicken.
There are also a couple of medieval bench ends at the back, and they repay more than a passing glance. Although the bench ends are very badly damaged, they both have carvings on them. One is an angel who has had his front neatly sliced off, presumably by an iconoclast to eradicate the design on his shield, while the other is a version of the carving at Blythburgh which is often referred to as 'scandal' - a face carved into the poppyhead with an outstretched tongue.There is another near here at Bradfield St George. This version is rather more elaborate than those two, because there are two further heads sticking out their tongues to left and right beneath the top head, and they have not been vandalised like he has.
Despite being repainted, the roodscreen is beautiful, the upper tracery boiling like lace into the air. The roodloft stairway set in the north wall beside it is one of the most complete in Suffolk, retaining all its original steps and even the handrail. There is a very curious stone platform stretching west of here. Today it is used for the lectern, but it may have been part of a tombchest originally, or even what Mortlock calls a preaching platform. It is certainly very unusual.
The drop-sill sedilia in the sanctuary has lost its arching, but the wooden panelling set into the back of it is medieval. Perhaps it came from the roodloft here. It was probably set there during the 19th century restoration, and may have come from anywhere originally, I suppose.
The family at Drinkstone Hall for many years were the Grigbys, and they've left their mark here. Two matching, elegant 18th century memorials with urns on flank the vestry door, with a simpler one above.
But more interesting are two memorials in the nave. Thomas Grigby was killed in the Peninsula war of 1811 - on board a transport bound for Cadiz, he was run down by the Franchise frigate off Falmouth and perished together with 233 souls. Almost forty years later, during the Indian Mutiny, fourth son of the Rector John Peloquin Cosserat was shot in the mouth by a musket ball while commanding his regiment the first Punjaub Cavalry against the rebels at Koorsee, an incident which seems to have stepped out of the pages of The Siege of Krishnapur.
As you can see, All Saints is full of interest. It doesn't wear its heart on its sleeve, and there must be very few of the many hundreds who visit Woolpit every year who ever make it down the road to here. I wandered around the graveyard in the sunshine. Although the area to the west of the tower has been partly cleared, the rest is fun to explore, with lots of 19th century graves and even some 18th century survivals. The massive yew tree by the south porch must have seen a fair few funeral processions in its time. I wandered further eastwards, and, as I approached it, one of the largest cats I've ever seen bestirred itself lazily from the long grass and wandered off. I guess there must be rich pickings for a hunting cat in a place like this.
And there are riches for church explorers in this area, many of them as little known as Drinkstone. The next parishes in each direction are Gedding, Rattlesden, and the wonderful Hessett, all worth an hour of your time, all as open and welcoming as this one.
Almost (but not quite) forgotten Union graves buried deep in the woods, near where they fell in battle at Okolona Mississippi in 1864 during the American Civil War.
236/365 Remember me.
"Go away, while staying in it you feel like in the center of the world, it never does change anything, then you are, a year, two, and when you come back everything changed, the common thread is broken." You don't want to find, your things are no longer.
You have to leave you long time, many years; to find your return to your people, the land where you were born. But it is not now possible. Go away. I don't want to hear more. I just want to hear from you.
And when everything remains equal, the same smell and the way that you feel. Your memories flood your mind".
For this image inspires me in the film "Cinema Paradiso" a fantastic film.
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236/365 Recuerdame
"Marchate, mientras permaneces en ella te sientes como en el centro del mundo, te parece que nunca cambia nada, luego te vas, un año, dos y cuando vuelves todo a cambiado, se rompe el hilo conductor. No encuentras a quien querías encontrar, tus cosas ya no están.
Has de ausentarte mucho tiempo, muchos años; para encontrar a tu vuelta a tu gente, la tierra donde naciste. Pero ahora no es posible. Marchate. No quiero oírte más. Solo quiero oír hablar de ti.
Y cuando todo sigue igual, el mismo olor y la manera en la que te hacia sentir. Tus recuerdos inundan tu mente".
Para esta imagen me inspire en la película "Cinema Paradiso" una película fantástica.