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"Remember, remember, the 5th of November
The gunpowder, treason and plot;
I know of no reason, why the gunpowder treason
Should ever be forgot."
Falando em lembrar, esqueci onde larguei minha máscara ahhahaha, acabei tirando foto só da capa da HQ mesmo XD
Uma das minhas citações favoritas:
“People shouldn't be afraid of their government. Governments should be afraid of their people.”
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Angel statue surrounded by photos and other items Mrs. Balderama enjoyed, this alter was created by her family members stating their cause! So another unneeded diabetic death will not happen again form lack of attention .
Remember when we vowed the vows
and walked the walk
Gave our hearts, made the start, it was hard
We lived and learned, life threw curves
There was joy, there was hurt
Remember when
* Rolleiflex 2.8F Planar + Fuji Pro 160S *
The Kodak Instamatic 104 was a very good seller back in 1965-68. This was the basic model, & was made in The USA, Canada, Australia, England & Germany.
Having the ability to shoot up to 4 flash pictures without having to swap out the burned out bulbs, plus the easy drop in loading cartridge made it very popular & I remember selling quite a few back then.
Each Easter morning, my grandmother used to go to a Sunrise Service - a Christian meeting that began before dawn and celebrated the rising of the Son. As a child I could never understand why anyone would voluntarily pull herself out of a warm bed in the dark just to go to church! Church was a duty forced upon me, not one that I took up with any spirit or desire of my own and as soon as I could voice my objections forcefully enough, it was one that I first avoided and then rejected all together. Waking up and going out to watch the sun come up may have had a certain attraction to my childish imagination, but not enough of one to get me out of bed! I thought it rather foolish, in fact; and she was a grown-up… she didn’t have to do anything she didn’t want to do!
As time went by, and my grandmother left us, so did my faith in anything greater than the things I could see, or feel or understand. My path has led me in a different direction than my grandmother’s and now, in middle age, I feel foolish in remembering my vanity in losing faith in anything greater than the little which I can comprehend. As I round another section of curve in what I have come to believe is the circle of my life, I find myself awake before the sun this Easter morn and thinking of the small, cheerful woman who rose before dawn, washed and dressed in the dark and took herself out into the night to wait with a group of fellow-believers for the first light to celebrate, to renew her faith in a risen Saviour. I will not follow your example and perhaps (no, almost certainly) I am the poorer for it, but I will see the sun rise and along with a never-ending awe at the repetition of the miracle that is the coming of each new day, I think of you, grandma, who was so often my own saviour and protector against evil and feel you near me once more. For you, for all of the things you were to me, the risen sun is a perfect symbol.
Then he said, "Jesus, remember me when you come into your Kingdom."—Luke 23:42
“and gave thanks to God for it [the bread]. Then he broke it in pieces and said, "This is my body, which is given for you. Do this to remember me."”—Corinthians 11:24
I am thinking that every object in the universe is pervaded by Christ consciousness. Perhaps, Jesus meant, when you look at bread (or any food), remember that I am in it, I am with you. Looking ahead, Jesus knew he was going to die soon, and maybe this thought of remembering him in the bread was a way to comfort the disciples that he is still with them in Spirit whenever they ate. It was to bring awareness.
“When I hold a piece of bread, I look at it, and sometimes I smile at it. The piece of bread is an ambassador of the cosmos offering nourishment and support. Looking deeply into the piece of bread, I see the sunshine, the clouds, the great earth. Without the sunshine, no wheat can grow. Without the clouds, there is no rain for the wheat to grow. Without the great earth, nothing can grow. That is why the piece of bread that I hold in my hand is a wonder of life. It is there for all of us. We have to be therefore it.”—Thich Nhat Hanh
“A cloud never dies.”—Thich Nhat Hanh
There was a time when Hip-Hop meant something. Summers where filled with switching on that red light in the basement to illuminate a room full of young men eager to express themselves on the mic in fellowship. On any given day a celebrity could pop up in Moving Records on Central. Before the world knew Dana as the Queen and I was the one shooting the jumpers in beginning of her video. When music was fun, yet uplifting and purposeful. When our problems where lyte as a rock and boys were kids and played. House parties where reality not just TV. And children actually went outside. When neighbors knew each other in the hood, thus making neighborhoods. Where Malcolm the fireman kept us in line on the block. Didn't need a police curfew then. We had streetlights and grandma and Mr. Thompson next door and Uncle T before the drugs got him and Uncle Pops who still don't take no crap. And two dollars and a note was all the id needed to buy cigarettes for mom. Ain't No Half Stepping was the jam. Mars Blackmon introduced to the next Greatest. Magic wasn't blue, but black in purple and gold. Mrs. Mary next door always seemed to find a boyfriend that could work on the next step of her home improvement projects. Hip hop was walking cross town to get the swimming pass for public pools. Hip Hop was Sabir's Steak n Take downtown. Hip hop was buying incense from Moorish Fragrance on Halsey. Hip Hop was the Path train to the city. Hip hop was three card Monty. Hip Hop was O.P.P. Illtown down the hill. Little City. South Clinton. Elmwood. Halsted. Central. Harrison. Munn. It was Africuts on Main. It was White Star Diner. It was freestyling in the Booga Basement with Nelly Nel (Wyclef) after Rahkim made a comeback but before Fugee La. Three finger rings where in. Sitting on porches was in. Everyone knew who Bob Ross was but none one ever admitted watching the show. TV turned itself off. No one missed the Cosby's. Families ate dinner. Kids weren't over weight. Super Mario was the game. What happened to hop scotch and Double Dutch. And airless sneakers. Remember Jeepers? And shout shout Lee's are played out. Remember when kids were kids, not having kids? Shaft had a fro not a baldy. If I Ever Fall In Love was the hit. Weed was ses or refer not killer and death and dro. Remember raccoon hats? We were Naught by Nature but still had fun. Orange Park in the summer. Catching the 94 to Irvington. What happened to playground legends? Hip hop used to mean something. We became wireless. And forgot the farther you move away from the source the weaker the signal. How did we ever find our way prior to GPS? We seemed more connected before direct connect and unlimited nights. Respect your adults was practiced not preached. Children were seen but not heard. 45's echoes somewhere in the distance. Turn of the lights, get a lil closer. Red lights. And smoke filled rooms. Card games at the laundry mat. Penny candy! Community Watch. Stop the Violence! We are headed for self destruction. Mike was till black. We are the world. Mary had us searching for real love. Rachelle Ferrell is still whispering Peace On Earth in my ear. Saturday morning cartoons. And Kung Fu Theatre. Karate Kid. The Last Dragon. Revenge of the Ninja. Karate shoes. Remember when water was free? Fire hydrants. The Fresh Prince? I remember.
On 15th April 1989 there was a soccer match between Nottingham Forest and Liverpool to decide who would be one of the finalists in the Football Association’s Cup Final to be held later in the year. The match was played at the “neutral ground” of Hillsborough in Sheffield.
A combination of events resulted in 96 Liverpool supporters being tragically killed, almost all being crushed as they entered the standing terraces at one end of the ground.
In September 2012 it emerged that the Police tried to blame victims to hide their own failings in this disaster and that over 40 of those who died might have been saved with better medical care.
A two year-long inquest ending in 2016 concluded that those who died were unlawfully killed, a finding that ended a 27 year campaign by those seeking justice for the dead.
In 2021 two retired police officers and an ex-solicitor went for trial accused of altering police statements. The judge dismissed the case. Also in 2021, the South Yorkshire and West Midlands police agreed to pay damages to more than 600 people over their admitted cover-up.
A severely brain damaged Liverpool fan died in 2021 making him the 97th unlawfully killed victim.
At the invitation of the government, in 2017 Bishop James Jones concluded a report on the lessons to be learnt from this tragedy. To the despair of Bishop Jones, in 2023 (five years later) the government said it would respond to the report 'in due course".
In December 2023 Prime Minister Sunak apologised for the governments delay of its own making and decided compel the police to follow a policy of openness, honesty and transparency.
Despite the unlawful killing and cover-up, no one has ever been convicted.
When today’s matches are over; the supporters have gone home and the ground is silent, empty Hillsborough seats still remember what happened there all those years ago.....
"Remembering games,
and daisy chains
and laughs".
Nikon D200 and Nikkor 50mm f1.8 - Taranto (IT), dec 2011.
I don't remember photographing this horse! Someone remembered, for me, thank goodness! This is Crusher, a National Showhorse Gelding. He was quite the gentleman, and waited for me to approach him, vs. the others, who were a bit naughty! I suppose I didn't recall him because he was neither elegant, like the Saddlebred mare, nor rich in quality, like the fleeting Chestnut Arab mare...but, with horses, there is always more to the story, so I think I will pay more attention to Crusher when I return.
Don't get too excited - this cookie was for Kayley's puppy. Why do they make them so tasty looking!?
Canon AE-1 50mm 1.8
Fujicolour Superia 200
"Remembering Barbara Bush" at Engage at the Bush Center, presented by Highland Capital Management, was held on September 24, 2018. The two-part event celebrated the life and legacy of Mrs. Bush. Moderated by Cokie Roberts, the panels included Barbara Bush, Jenna Bush Hager, Pierce Bush, Jeb Bush, Jr., Ellie LeBlond Sosa, Andy Card, Susan Baker, and Susan Page.
Photos by Grant Miller for the George W. Bush Presidential Center
Do you remember when it was warm and sunny back in the summer, going down to the beach and having a paddle in the sea and a dig in the sand. Seems so long ago now that the dark nights are here.
Scans of my really old photos of Blenheim Palace from the early 1990s. Think it might have been in the summer of 1993 (I simply can't remember when it was). I was aged between 9 and 11 at the time possibly.
Taken on a compact film camera (no digital back then and no screen to see how it came out).
A pond with an obelisk in the centre of it in the grounds of Blenheim Palace.
All I remember about the place is that it was the birthplace of Winston Churchill and ancestral home of his family. Constructed for John Churchill, between 1705 and 1724. It is a monumental country house in Woodstock, Oxfordshire. It is a UNESCO World Heritage Site. It is the only non-episcopal country house in England to hold the title "palace".
Its construction was originally intended to be a gift to John Churchill, the 1st Duke of Marlborough from a grateful nation in return for military triumph against the French and Bavarians at the Battle of Blenheim. However, it soon became the subject of political infighting, which led to Marlborough's exile, the fall from power of his Duchess, and irreparable damage to the reputation of the architect Sir John Vanbrugh. Designed in the rare, and short-lived, English baroque style, architectural appreciation of the palace is as divided today as it was in the 1720s.[1] It is unique in its combined usage as a family home, mausoleum and national monument. The palace is also notable as the birthplace and ancestral home of Prime Minister Sir Winston Churchill.
It is a Grade I listed building.
Country house. 1706-29, by Sir John Vanbrugh and Nicholas Hawksmoor for the Duke
and Duchess of Marlborough; carvings by Grinling Gibbons and interiors by
Laguerre, Thornhill et. al. Limestone ashlar, with rusticated corner towers and
details; lead roofs; stone stacks. House has 4 corner towers, and Great Court to
north flanked by Stable Court to east and Kitchen Court to west. Baroque style.
Two storeys. Sashes to all windows. North front has central 9-bay facade,
articulated by giant order of Corinthian pilasters; 3-bay pedimented portico;
carving of the Marlborough Arms in tympanum, figures of Britannia and chained
slaves on pediment and centurions on parapet by Grinling Gibbons; huge cleft
open pediment set behind portico, with clerestory windows to Hall ranged to
rear. Quadrants, articulated by Doric engaged columns, link facade to corner
towers which have banded rustication, arched windows and bracketed cornices;
superstructure to each tower has curved flying buttresses and pinnacles of
reversed fleurs-de-lys, piled-up cannon balls and ducal coronets. Colonnades,
with engaged Doric columns and carved military achievements by Gibbons, are
linked to 11 bay blocks: rusticated archways, in centre of each block and
leading to Kitchen and Stable Courts, are flanked by banded Doric columns and
surmounted by carvings of the Lion of England savaging the Cock of France. Clock
towers behind each archway have interlocking pediments with ball finial. 7-bay
end blocks have rusticated Doric pilasters to pedimented centre of north
facades. East and west fronts each have central full-height bow windows, with
caryatids to west, and similar corner towers to south. South front has tall
9-bay facade to centre, articulated by giant order of Corinthian pilasters
progressing to columns in central portico: entablature of portico surmounted by
bust of Louis XIV, taken from the city gates of Tournai after its sack in 1709.
Roof has finials and military carvings by Grinling Gibbons. Kitchen Court to
west: castellated parapet, and arcaded to north and south with heavy
open-pedimented Doric porches; east gateway, which houses water cistern, has
obelisk-shaped pillars resting on cannon balls flanking cast-iron gates of
c.1890 and garlands and statues in niches by Sir William Chambers, 1766-75.
Orangery to south of Kitchen Court has arcaded front with sashes and heavy Doric
porch of 2 orders with open pediment. Great Court in front of palace remodelled.
by Achille Duchene in 1910: military trophies, flanking steps in front of
portico, carved by Grinling Gibbons; low ashlar walls surrounding Great Court
have piers with wheatear festoons over medallions, and flaming urns to piers in
angles of south-east and south-west corners; wrought-iron gates to front,
flanked by scrolled ironwork panels. Interior: Great Hall, with 3-tier arcades
and Corinthian columns and cornices carved by Grinling Gibbons, has ceiling
painted by Sir James Thornhill in 1716 which shows Marlborough presenting plan
of Battle of Blenheim to Britannia. Vaulted stone corridors link Great Hall to
east and west wings. Stairs to left of Great Hall has iron balustrade continued
in front of gallery above proscenium arch, with arms of Queen Anne carved by
Gibbons, which leads from Hall to Saloon to rear. Saloon: marble fireplace by
Townesend; marble doorcases with carved shells to keys by Grinling Gibbons;
walls and ceiling decorated 1719-20 by Louis Laguerre. Suite of 3 rooms to left
(east) have plasterwork ceilings by Hawksmoor, and marble fireplaces by Sir
William Chambers; scrolls, eagles and phoenixes in coving of ceilings of c.1890,
Suite of 3 State Rooms to right, (west) of Saloon have tapestries by Judocus de
Vos depicting Marlborough's victories, the remainder of the set being elsewhere
in the house: fireplaces by Gibbons and Chambers; Rococo decoration of c.1890,
with inset portraits set in gilt frames; First State Room has portrait of 9th
Duchess by Duran, Second State Room has portrait of Louis XIV by Mignard and
Third State Room has portrait of Colonel Armstrong with Marlborough by Seeman.
All set in overmantles over fireplaces. The Long Library, "Hawksmoor's finest
room", has plasterwork by Isaac Mansfield and marble doorcases and giant order
of Doric pilasters with triglyph frieze by Peisley and Townesend; carved wood
bookcases; marble fireplaces, by Hawksmoor or William Kent, have pedimented
overmantels framing paintings of seascape and landscape by Wootton after Poussin
and Ore surmounted by busts by Rysbrack. Statue of Queen Anne and bust of
Marlborough by Rysbrack, the latter on pedestal by Chambers. At ends of Long
Library are galleried bays, with consoles supporting pierced balustrades; organ
of 1871 to north bay. Corridor to Great Hall has marble basin, probably by
Vanbrugh. Private Apartments in East Wing not inspected: central Bow Window Room
has wood Corinthian columns and marble fireplace by Gibbons; fireplaces by
Chambers in Grand Cabinet and Duchess's Drawing Room. Basement noted as having
fireplaces by Gibbons. Chapel: by Hawksmoor, with giant fluted pilasters and
plasterwork. Monument to Duke of Marlborough, 1733, designed by William Kent and
executed by Rysbrack: Baroque figure composition set in niche with medallion
portraits and military trophies to plasterwork panels. Statues of Randolph
churchill, 1895, and 7th Duke of Marlborough, 1883. Organ case, reredos, pulpit
and benches by T.G. Jackson, c.1890. The 8th Duke, who succeeded in 1883, was
chairman of New Telephone Company and installed earliest domestic phone system
in Britain here: late C19 telephone sets in Long Library and estate office in
Kitchen Court. Amongst the notable furnishings are: in west corridor, connecting
Great Hall to Long Library, C18 Flemish statues of nymph and youth (Parodi
workshop); Emperor Vespasian and Caracalla; Cardinal Delfino and Cardinal
Borromeo (C18 Italian); in Great Hall are 2 bronze statues by Soldani, removed
from East Formal Garden; early C18 statue of Bacchus by Michael Vandervoort;
Alexander the Great, partly Roman, and Roman bust of Emperor Hadrian; C18
Emperor Scipio Africanus. Woodstock Park, the site far Blenheim Palace, was
presented by Queen Anne to John Churchill, first Duke of Marlborough, to
commemorate his decisive defeat of the French army at Blenheim in 1704. As a
"Royall and a National Monument" (Vanbrugh) it outclasses English royal palaces
and rivals the Baroque palaces of Europe in size and splendour. Important
influences were Versailles, medieval castle architecture and Elizabethan
architecture especially Wollaton Hall. Amongst the masons employed were the
Peisleys and William Townesend, who worked on other buildings in Blenheim Park.
(Buildings of England: Oxfordshire: pp459-472; National Monuments Record; D.
Green: Blenheim Palace, 1951; K. Downes: Hawksmoor, 1959; K. Downes: Vanbrugh,
1977; Article in Country Life: Vol 25 (1909), pp786-798, 834-844; D. Green and
C. Hussey: "Blenheim Palace Revisited", Country Life: Vol 105 (1949), pp1182-6,
1246-1250; D. Green and M. Jourdain: "Furniture at Blenheim", Country Life:
Vol.107 (1951), pp1184-6; D. Green and T. Rayson: "Restoring Blenheim Palace",
Country Life, Vol.124 (1958), pp1400-01; M. Bennitt, "A Painter on the Grand
Scale: Louis Laguerre", Vol 136 (1964), pp226-8; D. Green: "Rysbrack at
Blenheim", Vol 149 (1971), pp26-28)
Metra 612 leads an Outbound Milwaukee District Scoot around the curve at Canal St. in Chicago, IL. Long before the great view was blocked.
Please, remember me
At Halloween
Making fools of all the neighbors
Our faces painted white
By midnight
sounds and words: Trapeze Swinger by Iron & Wine
“I remember they came with guns and took us to the forest. I was with my friend who still hasn’t returned. At first, we heard a gunfire, we were playing when caught. My mother escaped with another son on foot- they took them very far. Both the rebels and the children were many.
When I was taken, I felt that I have died already- I had very little hope in me left. I am deeply thinking about those who haven’t returned- a friends of mine Bath who is my playmate hasn’t returned. I want to continue my education. Now that I am with my parents, I feel safe.” © UNICEF Ethiopia/2016/Meklit Mersha
Washington DC - More than 660,000 white flags have been displayed in a solemn tribute across a vast expanse on the National Mall in Washington, DC — each representing a life lost to the coronavirus pandemic in a heart-rending exhibit called “In America: Remember.”