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Alli (left) and Dani (right) were seniors from UCSB I met while out walking. I'm sad several didn't come out so well, but they did great with the lack of direction I gave (shooting buildings is not like people).
I hope a few of these came out for ya'll. Thanks for letting me practice!
There's a pile of rocks on our property.
I like to sit on one of them and contemplate life sometimes.
I guess it's kind of like Steve's Thinking Chair?
I should probably get a Handy-Dandy Notebook.
Pay no mind to the weeds and deer poop; that's just how it is in Texas.
Exposed in this gallery - Exposta nessa galeria:
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Thinking of pageant wishing it could go on forever. with more about outfit at splashingredfashionista.weebly.com/blog/thinking-chilling
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Date: 24-01-2010
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Thinking about the world's problems, dreaming about them, and writing about them. All accomplished on an aircon bus.
I can't stop thinking in squares... Every time I walk around I see squares, because I'm looking for new places to take pictures. There are countless of options, you just need to see them.
Got the idea from Brendon Burton.
All gave some, some gave all: U.S. Army Africa Soldiers honor World War II fallen during North Africa Memorial Day ceremony
By Rick Scavetta, U.S. Army Africa
TUNIS, Tunisia – As the lonely sound of “Taps” drifted over 2,833 bleached-white headstones Monday, dozens of U.S. Army Africa Soldiers raised their hands in salute at the North African American Cemetery.
They were among a group of U.S. service members who traveled to the cemetery to honor the fallen, men who paid the ultimate sacrifice during the North African campaign in World War II.
The ceremony began with a prayer and remarks from Hon. Gordon Gray, U.S. Ambassador to Tunisia. Then Gen. William E. Ward, commander, U.S. Africa Command, stepped to the podium echoing the words of Gen. Omar Bradley, who led U.S. Army II Corps in North Africa.
“We are given one life. The decision is ours whether to wait for circumstances to make up our mind, or whether to act… and in acting, to live,” Ward said. “Those whom we honor today certainly embody this sentiment. The results of their sacrifice live within us and in our way of life.”
Wreaths were laid, anthems played and salutes rendered. But the most moving part of the event followed the ceremony, when U.S. service members fanned out among the seemingly endless rows of white markers.
A strong Mediterranean breeze caught the huge U.S. flag hung at half staff. Tiny American flags next to each grave marker fluttered. Single roses, wilted from the hot Tunisian sun, marked headstones of the unknown that read, “Here rests in honored glory a comrade in arms known but to God.”
In all, there are 2,841 burials in the cemetery, to included 240 unknowns. Amid the graves are fountains surrounded by flowers, where Soldiers sat to contemplate those who gave the ultimate sacrifice in the defense of freedom.
“This should be the first stop for any American planning to visit Tunisia,” said Maj. Philip Archer, a U.S. Army Africa officer who plans the command’s partnership engagements in North Africa. “This is a solemn place.”
For U.S. Army Africa Soldiers, the Memorial Day service was the culmination of a four-day journey through Tunisia’s World War II battlefields.
In late-1942, U.S. forces landed in North Africa with British troops. Their first fights were with Vichy French units, who later joined the Allied cause. Together, they pushed east into Tunisia, where they clashed with German and Italian troops among craggy, cactus-covered hills and washed out wadis.
The battles that followed were retold in detail by Rick Atkinson in his book “An Army at Dawn,” a historical novel that brought the ghosts of the winter of 1943 to life during U.S. Army Africa’s staff ride, dubbed “Lion Torch.”
Maj. Gen. William B. Garrett III, commander of U.S. Army Africa and roughly 30 members of his staff made visits to places of Army legend, such as El Guettar, Longstop Hill and Kasserine Pass. They also paid respects at the resting place of French and British Commonwealth troops who died during the North African campaign.
Retired Army Col. Len Fullenkamp, who guided U.S. Army Africa’s staff ride, said discussions touched on the human dimension of war and the human costs of war.
“When we walk through a cemetery, stop at a marker and read the name of the Soldier, you make a connection. You read out loud the date he was killed and make a connection with a particular battle,” Fullenkamp said. “But there’s also a silent communication between the Soldier living and Soldier dead that is so powerful it reduces grown men to tears.”
Col. Bill Phillips, U.S. Army Africa’s chaplain, walked along the 364-foot limestone wall listing the 3,724 names of those whose remains were buried at sea or never found.
“There are more lost and unknown than there are headstones here,” Phillips said. “That really hit me.”
Phillips also thought of his visit to Hill 609, where the 34th Infantry Division fought in the final days of combat in Tunisia.
“We stood at the foot of the hill looking up, thinking about how they fought their way to the top, now we are here where many of them are laid to rest,” Phillips said. “It’s overwhelming.”
Nearby, Sheila Perks, a Wisconsin-native whose husband works in Tunisia, walked with her daughters Holly, 6, and Lauren, 4. The girls curiously ducked between headstones, asking questions about the men who died.
They wondered why the grave marker of Pvt. Nicholas Minue has a gold star and gold lettering. Minue, a 1st Armored Division Soldier, was awarded the Medal of Honor after braving machine gun fire to charge the enemy with a fixed bayonet. Perks, who thought it was important to bring children to such a place, especially on Memorial Day, spoke to the girls in a way anyone could understand.
“I explained to them, this is why we have our freedom,” Perks said. “These men did not die for you, they lived for you.”
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Gen. William E. Ward, commander of U.S. Army Africa, speaks at the North African American Cemetery and Memoria near Carthage, Tunisia, Monday, during a Memorial Day service attended by several U.S. Army Africa officers
Photo by Rick Scavetta, U.S. Army Africa.
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I'm thinking in another idea for group 2, but I'm not sure... I'm waiting for new fabrics, and new buttons, then I will decide! Maybe not solid gray as backgroun... I will try with another one.
Esta é só uma idéia para o grupo 2, mas eu não tenho certeza... Estou esperando por tecidos novos e botões, ai vou decidir! Talvez não o tecido sólido cinza, eu vou tentar um outro.
at "Torneio Especialistas Turbo-ANNP de Absolutos"
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A Seal (Foca) Team swimmer from Felgueiras
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I did not put him there. he likes to sit in this chair. mostly in the mornings before I wake up, he's sitting here watching me, waiting for me to open my eyes.
he's so weird...
Hi,
After posting a good-bye to Billy on the Lollypop Farm wall on facebook, someone requested that I write a "Happy Tail" about Billy. It took some time, but I think I can do this now.
I can start this story stating that I had a dog, Randi, from the time I was 6 years old until I was 23. We were never parted ... she even went to college with me (reasons why I never lived on campus). When she did die, at age 17, I was DEVASTATED and stated that I would never have another dog ever again.
Seven years later, in September of 2003 I saw Billy at Lollypop West and knew that we should be together. I wasn't sure if it was the "This is all a mistake, and I don't know why I'm here" look on his face, or the way he leaned his entire body into my few fingers placed through the kennel, but I just knew I had to take him home. I had to check with my husband (who was sure I was nuts after I told him it was love at first sight) and my landlord (I was ready to move if he said, "no,") but it was all a "go," and Billy came home with me shortly thereafter. I remember him pulling me from car to car in the parking lot that day (we needed to work on those leash manners), looking up at me with each car as if to say, "Is this one yours? I'm ready to go home."
Our first week at home was rough. I didn't know what toys he liked (I bought a bunch of stuff, just in case), and I was afraid of what he might do. His previous owners stated that he soiled the house and scratched at doors and windows. Luckily, all he did in the first week was eat a bar of Irish Spring soap (the resulting BM from this was not pleasant!), and pulverize a roll of toilet paper. (I later realized that he was just making confetti to celebrate his new home!) OK ... a few more anti-boredom toys were added, and a LOT more exercise. He never soiled the house or scratched at doors and windows.
As I got to know Billy, I remember thinking how strange it was that he didn't know what toys were. I had to teach him to play ball (which became his ULTIMATE pastime) and how to use chewy toys. He had a stuffed animal frog which he loved and carried where ever he went. He slept with it at night, snuggled up under his head. We then started working on basic manners and socialization skills. He progressed quickly, and soon I realized what a "people dog" he was.
He started going to work with me some days at the nursing home, and he loved everyone as much as they loved him. Even those who said they didn't like dogs liked him after they got to know him. From there he went on to earn his AKC Canine Good Citizen award and pass his Therapy Dog International test with no problem.
Billy was a celebrity wherever he went: people would come out of their houses while we were walking to greet him; visitors, staff, as well as residents at the nursing home would seek him out daily, and fuss over what a good dog he was. After he retired, up to this day, people still ask for him and wonder how he is doing.
Billy was just an amazing dog: so loving and so smart, so obedient. He loved me so much, and I loved him equally--maybe even more. He went every where with me: work, vacation, swimming, the barn, on trail rides (I've been riding horses since I was 6) and never left my side unless I told him to wait somewhere for me. Regardless of where I told him to wait, or how long he had to wait, he waited right there for me to come back, never moving an inch. He heeled so well, that he was always to the left side of me, with or without a leash. The only exception to this rule was after I had children--he would walk next to the baby in the stroller or walk with the one lagging behind the group, making sure that everyone was OK.
He had a huge variety of tricks he would perform: shaking hands, rolling over, spinning around and around, playing dead, etc. ... and if you had a highly desirable treat in your hand, he may spontaneously start doing all of his tricks--one after another--hoping that one of them was the one he had to do to get that treat! What a ham!!!
Things seemed to be going well until he had an incident (Easter morning) when he woke up howling and dragging his back legs. I had no idea what had happened, but I was so sure that I would be losing him that day. As I drove to Orchard Park Emergency vet clinic, I came to terms with the real possibility that I would have to drive home without him. By the time we got there, he was standing in the back seat, happy and wagging his tail again. X-rays showed that he had, at one time, broken two vertebrae and that he had some degree of deformity from that. The vet noticed some scars on the inside of his legs, and thought that maybe he had been hit by a car at some time in his life. I felt so bad for him, as I also remembered that his previous owners had left him to "roam free" when they were not home. The temporary paralysis was probably caused by him sleeping on a big fluffy bed and might return at any time. After some steroids and the purchase of a new, firmer orthopedic bed, Billy was back to chasing balls around the backyard and had no further issues for years.
Everyone used to ask me what breed he was. Although we will never know for sure, he had the pit bull smile and tongue curl, the howl of a hound (and boy-oh-boy could he tree a 'coon in no time!) and some other breed which made one ear stand up all of the time, and the other ear stand up about 2% of the time. He was very active but could cuddle for hours at night while watching a movie (all 60 pounds of him). If his previous owners were accurate, Billy was 7 going on 8 when they dropped him off at the shelter. He was with me just short of 8 wonderful years.
I had to make the decision to euthanize Billy as I watched him deteriorate. I knew for a while he had some kidney failure, but the damaged area to his spine started to develop further deformities, putting pressure on his spine. While he never complained of pain, I saw the look on his face when he could no longer control his urine (he was truly ashamed of himself, poor thing) and the terror when, on two occasions his back end went out and we had to help him up. At this point I knew it was time. Luckily, our vet said that he would come out to the house.
On July 15 I said goodbye to Billy in the sun, on a favorite blankie, with his "froggie," with lots of hugs and kisses. I swear I could feel my heart breaking. I know that part of me died with him, and I will never, ever again know a dog like him.
What I do know, is that I can love another dog again ... not in the same way, but with the same strength. I brought Bella (a funny setter/spaniel mix with the energy of 10 dogs) home from Lollypop Farm on April 30, as I knew Billy's time was dwindling, and my other dog, Onnie (a mixed breed-Lab/chow/some type of herding dog?--whom I rescued directly from a bad situation), did not do well at home alone.
While Billy is gone, and I miss him dearly, Onnie and Bella are there for me, and I am there for them. Onnie doesn't have the personality to go to work with me, as she is a one-person dog, but Bella has gone to the nursing home a few times and seems to help the residents in the healing of the loss of Billy. She will never be Billy, nor will I ask her to be. I have learned that the benefit of having loved an animal far outweighs the pain of the loss when we lose them.
Billy taught me so much, and filled each day of my life with so much love and happiness, as do each of my other dogs. Billy taught me that I was not being unfaithful to my previous dog by loving another and that, by saying I would never have another dog again, I was depriving myself of so many good times as well as depriving another dog a good, happy home.
Attached are some of my favorite pictures of Billy ... one of sir handsome himself collarless right after a summer outdoor bath, one of him running on the beach, playing ball in Cape Cod, and one of him laying in the sun. I hope all the staff and volunteers at Lollypop Farm feel so good about the job they do, knowing that you are able to provide these animals with another opportunity to find their forever home and brighten so many lives. Thank you so much!
Onnie, Bella and I will see you at Barktober Fest!
Sincerely,
Jennifer R.