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Part of the gu zheng ensemble performing at the concourse of the Esplanade.
Nikon D90 with AF-S DX 35 mm f/1.8 lens.
... or should I have said stingers attached... :)
after 3 days in the hospital I had the joy of participating on an angiogram yesterday. It seems so casual when they slide you over onto the narrow table and then say its time to remove all of your clothing... after watching the 8 nurses and technicians prepping me and walking around the room I let go with a few comments that had the whole room in laughter and a couple walked out to compose themselves. Still didn't change the fact that I was all buck and shivering on the table. The good news is there is no blockage in my arteries... the string attached is that somewhere along my travels I have picked up a virus that has attacked my heart and it's now working at about 25%. Boy, when you stop to think about it, there are so many strings attached to our decisions and actions throughout our lives... and the biggie ones are the strings attached to our actions that reach out and touch the lives of those around us......... my sincere prayer this holiday season is that we can all take inventory of the "strings" and attempt to touch as many people as possible with the positive ones.... :)
Blessings.....
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22.02.2013
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"The Madame comes to the Atelier bearing a gift with strings attached."
Gaaaah~! I've been dying to use that SD violin ever since HKDP9, but couldn't—at least, not until it was properly introduced. Hurray for finally making this photostory! ♥
Remember how it was the Madame who enrolled little Frei to violin classes, and how she bought him a violin. Then remember how Ave sent Frei to the Atelier, and then stole the violin from House Zia. Now, the Madame once again bought a violin for Frei, challenging Ave to try and pull the same stunt seven years ago.
do. Good Stitches September blocks. Blogged here: www.quiltsinthequeue.com/2013/09/a-sad-storyand-how-i-got...
In a peculiar way, life is about playing the right strings. And at first, you are blind, but as you gain knowledge, you gain vision of which strings to play. But of course, sometimes you will play the wrong string and make mistakes, but the important thing to remember is there is always a next string that could change everything.
Strings of wool at the Waterside Woolen Mill in Bedford, PA. The Waterside Woolen Mill is one of the oldest woolen mills in the United States which was in operation from 1806 to the 1960's.
Plucked strings class at KlezKanada taught by Jeff Warschauer.
KlezKanada is held annually at Camp B'Nai Brith in Lantier, Quebec, and offers classes and performances in Klezmer & Yiddish music and culture.
"The Madame comes to the Atelier bearing a gift with strings attached."
Gaaaah~! I've been dying to use that SD violin ever since HKDP9, but couldn't—at least, not until it was properly introduced. Hurray for finally making this photostory! ♥
Remember how it was the Madame who enrolled little Frei to violin classes, and how she bought him a violin. Then remember how Ave sent Frei to the Atelier, and then stole the violin from House Zia. Now, the Madame once again bought a violin for Frei, challenging Ave to try and pull the same stunt seven years ago.