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Beans, mashed potatoes, coleslaw. ($3.50 each)
Beasley's Chicken and Honey
Raleigh, North Carolina
(November 18, 2013)
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Portuguese side street during a day of local calibrations.
Villagers gathered in the square for drinks and food
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The Desert Lion king looks to expand his kingdom by assaulting the border 'Dragon' castle of the Chin.
The castle is a centre of trade for the region and the road to the gate doubles as a dry moat in times of siege.
The Desert Lions dig a trench to get them closer to the walls without exposing themselves to the deadly Chin crossbows. They pepper the defenders with ballista bolts while their heavy infantry attempt to gain access to the battlements via the ladders.
However, the Chin defenders are repelling any assaults and the king must reconsider his strategy.
Day 219 of 365: a year in songs and photos
Song: Depeche Mode, Personal Jesus
A few years or so ago I called myself an atheist. I'm more on the agnostic side of things now. I believe in something, I'm just not sure what. Not an all-seeing god, I know that much. But....something. A power, a force, a thing that guides the universe through its life. Nature. Fate. Something.
Did you ever try to think of this place as nothing? Before there were planets, before there were stars, before the sun and the moon and all the space matter between. Was there ever nothing? It literally blows my mind to try to perceive that in my head. I have to stop myself from thinking about it because it feels like it will short circuit my brain. Nothing. Was there ever a time when there was nothing? This place had to get here somehow. And if some force created some dust that eventually became our universe, where did that force come from? Where did that dust come from?
I'm a scientific person by nature. I'm cynical and I disbelieve a lot of what is told to me. So believing in God was always a struggle for me, even though I was raised Catholic. Always in the back of my mind there was a thought of, how is that possible? And when I would ask someone that question, they would just respond with, with faith all things are possible. I never had that blind, unwavering faith needed to fully believe in God and heaven and all that the Bible teaches us. So for me, believing that an all powerful being created everything we see around us with just a wave of his hand is incomprehensible.
I was sitting in church during my grandfather's funeral mass last year and I looked around at all the stained glass, the statues, the crucifix, all the signs of faith and devotion that were scattered among the church. I looked at my friends and relatives around me, all of them reciting the words to prayers with meaning, if not fervor. I found myself caught up in the rise and fall of the sit/stand/kneel rhythm, reciting the words along with the crowd. I still knew all these prayers and all the motions. There was a time when all that ritual and recitation meant something to me, but now it was like reciting a passage from Macbeth in front of my 9th grade English class. So why did I join in? For my grandfather, I suppose. Because in my mind, there is always that little slice of space I save for my what ifs and a big one is what if I'm wrong? What if there is a God and a heaven? What if Jesus was not just a regular man with mission and a posse, as I believe, but the true son of God who could perform miracles? What if I'm wrong? And that's not about me. It's not about me getting up to heaven and being turned down because I didn't believe. It's about the ritual prayer surrounding the dead and dying. What if prayer means something? What if every prayer counts? So I say the Hail Mary and the Our Father because I don't want to short change Grandpa on a prayer. I don't want him to be up there in heaven looking down on his funeral and wondering why I was unraveling the thread on my sweater instead of saying a Hail Mary for him. I know that sounds strange to most of you, but it's what goes through my head.
Which is what leads me to recognize that I am not an atheist. If I am leaving that door open that I could be wrong, then I am not a true atheist. But that door is wide and it opens to a big place that encompasses more than the Catholic God. In fact, it opens to no god at all, but to the idea of something god-like. Possibilities. Fate, Nature, a spaghetti monster.
I do believe there is something guiding us. Something that lays out a path for us. Whether or not we follow that path is our own choice. Everything we do has a purpose in this world. Every choice we make, every mile we walk. I may not believe in a greater god, but I do believe in a greater purpose.
My daughter gave a reading at grandpa's funeral. Ecclesiastes 3:1-8.
To everything there is a season,
and a time to every purpose under the heavens
I spent the entire ride to the cemetery thinking about that, which lead to thoughts about faith and hope and belief. Looking out at miles and miles of the dead laid end to end at St. John's Cemetery, the inscriptions on their headstones testaments to faith. The families that erected these statues and headstones and memorials have true faith that their loved ones have gone to a better place. They have true faith that there is somewhere beyond here where souls gather to watch over the living, a place with no pain and no sorrow. It's an incredible thing to believe. It has to be a great comfort to the living to know that the loved one they are burying is seated in a kingdom with their god. It must help to ease the pain of loss. I wouldn't know. I don't have that faith. I don't have that belief.
What I do believe in is something I can't put a name on. Something that binds us all and keeps us moving on despite what we have put this world through and what it puts us through. Something that keeps life going, that keeps humanity from dying out and our universe from collapsing. A force that is outside our full understanding, yet exists in each of us in many different forms. A force that moves us along to our destiny, unseen, but felt deeply in thousands of ways.
Maybe love is what I believe in, in all its forms. Love of each other, love of this world, love of your family, love of friends, love of your god, unconditional love, romantic love, love of life. Maybe that is what lights the stars.
A side shot of three TP&W SD40-2s #3442, #3441, and #3443, acquired by G&W after CP spun off its DM&E assets in South Dakota and parts of Minnesota.
This Renault Trafic taxi side entrance is just too high for Northern Ireland PSV regulations. Our side steps help give the correct measurements for DOE testing.
Two of First Bristol's Streetlites are captured waiting to make their separate journeys across Old Market roundabout.
These birds taunted me the whole trip - a new species that I never quite 'got'. Despite lying in wait for hours getting nothing but a tick infestation, and despite seeing or hearing them at five or six locations, this pic (rescued entirely by electronic darkroom magic) is probably the best of 100 attempts. They do tend to keep inside dense stream-side undergrowth but are not particularly shy or retiring.
Stiking colour and markings - in a more complete view the buff sides are quite stunning. Said to be declining due to loss of riverside vegetation from cattle and and burning.
After a total fail of a wander about Newcastle looking for dark spaces to paint in, I ended up in the side crypt of St Nicholas' Cathedral waving the Lenser P14 covered with a red plastic bag as a diffuser. A bit of the yellow and blue LED swirlage could probably have done with not being there.
Beloved Memories Estate Sale
Friday, June 12th, 9 -6 pm - Full Price Sale Days
Saturday, June 13th, 9-5 pm - Full Price Sale Days
Sunday, June 14th, 9-5 pm - Full Price Sale Days
Saturday June 20th 9-5 pm - Sale Day
Rain or Shine
8026 Edgar Industrial Crescent, Red Deer, AB
3 beds complete with bed frames,head/footboards and like new mattresses, headboard and footboard with no mattress, dresser set with end tables, multiple end tables, large variety of lamps, table and chairs, 2 leather love seats, 2 chairs, gardening tools, vintage toys, antique, linens (bedding, towels) ,designer men’s clothing/shoes/coats, metal lockers, wood cabinets, ladders, garden fountain, book shelves, office furniture, antique trainset, original Star Wars toys, artwork, medical equipment, crystal, golf bags, sod roller, saw, tools, dishes, crockpot, coffee pots, Christmas decorations, vintage bike, and the list goes on and on.... still unpacking.
PLEASE READ THE FOLLOWING PRIOR TO SALE:
Due to the quantity of items and short timeframes, we are unable to give pricing and dimensions of items viewed online ahead of the sale. No items will be held or pre-sold.
We ask all shoppers to follow the social distancing regulations, follow the arrow directions for entry and exit, and please stay home if you are sick. There are no public washrooms at the sale. Number of shoppers allowed in the building will be limited. Please be patient.
Please remember all of these items are someone’s Beloved Memories, this is not a garage sale, no bartering will be allowed during the first sale weekend. If you would like to offer a lower price on any specific item you may ask for an offer slip which will be put in a box and reviewed at the end of the full price weekend. Any offers that are accepted will be contacted during the following week and pick up arranged prior to the sale weekend.
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Items are sold as is, where is. Customers are suggested to inspect all items on site prior to purchase. We do test as many items as we can, however we cannot guarantee that all items have been tested.
Children are welcome at the sale, however, they are expected to be supervised at all times. It is important to note that there are fragile, high-volume items at the sale and the parents/guardians will be held financially responsible for any damage caused by a child in your care. Each child is different, so it is the decision of the parent/guardian to know if this is an event that is appropriate for the child. Strollers are not permitted within the sale building.
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The west side of Hong Kong with first mid-levels (with the most expensive appartment in the world) and then Sheung Wan in the foreground and Kowloon with the ICC in the background. November 2009. From the peak trail. 2 image vertical pano.
I'm contemplating buying a printer. I have lined up two so far the Epson 3880 and the Canon 9500 MK II. I saw some B&W of the latter that blew me away. Does anybody own one of these printers?