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* When you are tired and discouraged from fruitless efforts...
* God knows how hard you have tried.
* When you've cried so long and your heart is in anguish...
* God has counted your tears.
* If you feel that your life is on hold and time has passed you by...
* God is waiting with you.
* When you're lonely and your friends are too busy even for a phone call...
* God is by your side.
* When you think you've tried everything and don't know where to turn...
* God has a solution.
* When nothing makes sense and you are confused or frustrated.. .
* God has the answer.
* If suddenly your outlook is brighter and you find traces of hope...
* God has whispered to you.
* When things are going well and you have much to be thankful for...
* God has blessed you.
* When something joyful happens and you are filled with awe...
* God has smiled upon you.
* When you have a purpose to fulfill and a dream to follow...
* God has opened your eyes and called you by name.
* Remember that wherever you are or whatever you are facing...
* GOD KNOWS!!!
"When the Moon hits your eye like a big Pizza Pie, that's Amore!" Tonight on my way home from work, I saw this beautiful orange almost Full Moon rising, and I had to make a stop at Signal Hill Hilltop Park to photograph this beauty! When I edited it on my computer in Lightroom, I saw the amazing details of the craters on the upper right side of this Waning Gibbous Moon! It looked like cheese to me, and then I remembered the Oldies song, "That's Amore!" Good night and sweet dreams, everyone! 🌕🍕📷 ==============================
Saturday, January 11, 2020 at 6:47 PM
Signal Hill Hilltop Park
Nikon D810
Tamron 150-600mm f/5-6.3 G2
600mm at f/11
1/40 seconds exposure
Spot Metering
ISO 100
Edited in Lightroom
When Binbrook shut, it was removed to the ranges at Pendine, and last heard of in 1994.
As they say, ....'There's only fighters, and targets'
The dark mottled water soaked up the bright shades of the houses and sky. From the rocks, the hum of the approaching night was electric, with lights and people moving from the beach to the labyrinth of alleys filled with restaurants and music. (Italian village of Riomaggiore). Follow to learn more - alexgubski.com/detail/When_The_Night_Closes_In
#RememberWhen is the topic for Flickr Friday.
I remember when, before the ball point pen was invented, a fountain pen was the universal writing instrument. Also, since schools aren't teaching cursive anymore, we'll soon be saying, "remember when we used to be able to read and write handwriting?" which, to my way of thinking, is a real tragedy. Cursive is so much smoother to write than printing individual letters, and It pains me to think that our grandchildren may not be able to read the hundreds of handwritten letters and documents that we have saved that chronicle much of our history over the past eight decades.
When Sun rises, it rises for everyone but today a new Sun rises for me … Happy Bengali New Year 1417 !!
When witches go riding,
and black cats are seen,
the moon laughs and whispers,
‘tis near Halloween.
~Author Unknown
It's almost that time ;) We practised a little in last years costume today and she owed me some pics, as she refused to waer this last year halloween. We had some fun with this today though, which made up for it ;) Can;t wait for next week !
Cacha-Pregos
Ilha de Itaparica
Bahia
Brasil
" When Your Lover Has Gone
Vídeo:
Luciana Souza & Trio
www.youtube.com/watch?v=5Nauz6JYWH0
What good is the scheming, the planning and dreaming
That comes with each new love affair
The dreams that we cherish, so often might perish
And leaves you with castles in air
When you're alone, who cares for starlit skies
When you're alone, the magic moonlight dies
At break of dawn, there is no sunrise
When your lover has gone
What lonely hours, the evening shadows bring
What lonely hours, with memories lingering
Like faded flowers, life can't mean anything
When your lover has gone"
www.vagalume.com.br/frank-sinatra/when-your-lover-has-gon...
" Cacha-Pregos é uma pequena vila de pescadores localizada no município de Vera Cruz, na Ilha de Itaparica, no estado da Bahia. A Praia esta localizada do outro lado da ilha de Itaparica em relação à cidade de Salvador. É possível chegar através de uma ponte (Ponte do Funil) que liga o município de Vera Cruz ao município de Jaguaripe no continente, ou tomando transporte marítimo a partir de Salvador e seguindo pela estrada a partir do terminal marítimo de Bom Despacho.
Cacha-Pregos tem três ruas principais. Uma que é beira-mar, outra central e outra que é próxima do mangue, também conhecida como Rua do Porto. A Rua do Porto está sempre cheia de pequenas embarcações ancoradas. Nela também fica localizada a famosa Praça do Pau-Mole. Um pequeno conjunto de mesas e assentos de cimento na qual os pescadores idosos e outros moradores reúnem-se para jogar cartas ou dominó. A rua próxima do mar dá para uma praia tranquila, quase sem ondas, pois localiza-se numa grande enseada. Em dias claros é possível avistar a ilha na qual situa-se Morro de São Paulo."
Your vision will become clear only when you can look into your own heart. Who looks outside, dreams; who looks inside, awakes.
When I went to the city with my mom today we talked about piercings and tattoos. I am a huge fan of both, she said "if you ever get a tattoo..", yeah, and then she sad something very baaad! :P
I sure will have a lot of tattoos later! (Not really these, but the geisha on the back is cool, I want to haver her ;))
And I already have a belly-piercing, I want to have another oone in my tongue :)
Earlier I posted a shot with some things I don´t like. (http://www.flickr.com/photos/kathiisanartistnot/3450700015/in/photostream/) Here things I do like.
My camera and I haven't been too close this last week or so. She wants to head out and hit the trails, and I have to keep denying the chance in favor of, well, those various reasons that always seem to get in the way of doing the things we want to do.
Instead, today, when I'm feeling every one of the years I've seen fly by, I decided to dig into the archives and find a moment when the only thing that mattered was the complete cessation of time. When the day kissed the night and everything stood still.
#AbFav_FUN_and_SMILES_😍
Us, seniors, we do not smile so easily anymore?
But when we do, it is genuine, with our eyes, and THAT is our beauty!
Have a great day and thank you, M, (*_*)
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Disparada desde el polígono 1.
CON EL CAMPO.
Suena una amante de la Fotografía, tal y como queda acreditado, en el vídeo musical de Sarah Jarosz:
Saludos.
The following article was written by Greg Nesteroff - Apr. 17, 2016 for the Trail Times newspaper - OASIS, just north of Trail, was originally called Crockettville after Harrison (Shorty) Crockett (1903-90) and his wife Kathleen (Kate). According to Trail of Memories, the couple “rented the Old Doc Perdue orchard, across the highway from what is now known as Rivervale … In 1938, after living at the Perdue place for about four years, Harry built a house and store … They sold gas, oil, confections, and food: bulk sugar, flour, and canned goods. He built a two-bay garage where he repaired and painted vehicles.” In A Trail to Remember, Harry and Kate’s son Walter writes: “How it came to be I don’t know, but the Trail Times staff marked the outside wrapper with ‘Crockettville.’ I was told that when the Castlegar Transportation Society cars were going to work on afternoon and night shift, the men riding the car from Castlegar would remind the driver ‘Don’t forget to pick up the guys at Crockettville.’” The earliest known mention of Crockettville is in the August 1942 issue of Cominco Magazine: “Harry Crockett, diminutive but energetic ‘Mayor of Crockettville’ and the residents who pitched in and helped, certainly do deserve a big hand for the work they have done in the little community four miles along the Castlegar road from Trail … The entire community boasts a population of only about 35 men, 35 women, and 70 kids.” LINK to the complete article - www.trailtimes.ca/community/place-names-oasis-and-oatescott/
Harrison Junior "Harry" Crockett
(b. 14 June 1903 in Pincher Creek, Alberta - d. 17 November 1990 at age 87 in Calgary, Alberta, Canada) - Occupation - he worked in Trail, B.C. for Cominco from 1929 to 1964 and retired in Calgary. LINK to his newspaper obituary - www.newspapers.com/clip/110092956/obituary-for-harrison-j...
His wife - Kathleen "Kay" (nee Morris) Crockett
(b. 14 May 1910 in Carnforth, Alberta - d. September 2006 at age 96 in Calgary, Alberta) - they were married - 1 March 1930 in Trail, British Columbia - LINK to their marriage certificate - search-collections.royalbcmuseum.bc.ca/Image/Genealogy/65... - They had four sons and four daughters. LINK to her newspaper obituary - www.newspapers.com/clip/110093242/obituary-for-kathleen-c...
The OASIS Post Office was established - 16 September 1946 - and closed - 2 March 1970.
LINK to a list of the Postmasters who served at the OASIS Post Office - central.bac-lac.gc.ca/.redirect?app=posoffposmas&id=1...
The first Postmaster at OASIS was Leonard Alfred Bond - he served from - 15 September 1946 to - 16 March 1948.
Alfred Leonard "Len" Bond
(b. 31 October 1906 in Colchester, Essex, England - d. 25 August 1956 in Vancouver, B.C.) - occupation - Postmaster / Automotive Garage Operator - LINK to his newspaper obituary - www.newspapers.com/clip/110068907/obituary-for-alfred-leo... - LINK to his death certificate - search-collections.royalbcmuseum.bc.ca/Image/Genealogy/8c...
His wife - Mary Anne / Anna Maria (nee Verzuh) Bond
(b. 9 September 1912 in Grand Forks, British Columbia - d. 22 March 2001 at age 88 in Rossland, British Columbia) - occupation - Retail Manager / Saleslady in a clothing Store - They were married - 29 August 1942 in Trail, British Columbia - LINK to their marriage certificate - search-collections.royalbcmuseum.bc.ca/Image/Genealogy/23... - LINK to her death certificate - search-collections.royalbcmuseum.bc.ca/Image/Genealogy/ee...
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The second Postmaster at OASIS was Horace Mervyn Lewis - he served from - 16 March 1948 to - 18 January 1949.
Horace Mervyn Lewis (known as Mervyn)
(b. 27 December 1920 in Russell, Manitoba, Canada - d. 17 July 1975 at age 54 in Manitoba, Canada) - occupation - Assayer / Postmaster.
His first wife - Phylis Anita (nee Davidson) Lewis - they were married - 22 June 1944 in Russell, Manitoba - divorced - January 1954.
His second wife - Patricia Donalda (nee Simpson) Lewis - they were married - 17 January 1954.
His brother William Russell Lewis replaced him as Postmaster.
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The third Postmaster at OASIS was William Russell Lewis - he served from - 18 January 1949 to - 20 January 1954.
William Russell "Buzz" Lewis
(b. 16 October 1909 in Winnipeg Russell, Manitoba - d. 26 November 1988 at age 79 in Aldergrove, British Columbia) - LINK to his death certificate - search-collections.royalbcmuseum.bc.ca/Image/Genealogy/2c...
He married - Elizabeth "Betty" (nee Senior) Lewis - 13 October 1940 in Nelson, British Columbia - LINK to their marriage certificate - search-collections.royalbcmuseum.bc.ca/Image/Genealogy/c1...
His (first) wife Betty Lewis replaced him and served as Postmistress on - 1 November 1953 (they worked together for about 2 1/2 months)
His second wife - Brenda Alice (nee Vaughan) Tucker / Lewis
(b. 2 February 1915 in Alberta - d. 7 May 1960 at age 45 in Matsqui, British Columbia) - LINK to her death certificate - search-collections.royalbcmuseum.bc.ca/Image/Genealogy/09...
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The fourth Postmistress at OASIS was Betty Lewis / later was Betty Langill - she served from - 1 November 1953 until the Post Office closed - 2 March 1970.
Elizabeth "Betty" (nee Senior) Lewis / Langill
(b. 16 September 1913 in Anyox, British Columbia - d. 21 February 1990 at age 76 in Trail, British Columbia) - LINK to her death certificate - search-collections.royalbcmuseum.bc.ca/Image/Genealogy/be...
Her first husband - William Russell Lewis
(b. 16 October 1909 in Winnipeg, Manitoba - d. ) - they were married - 13 October 1940 in Nelson, British Columbia - LINK to their marriage certificate - search-collections.royalbcmuseum.bc.ca/Image/Genealogy/c1...
Her second husband - James Nathan Langill
(b. 27 April 1899 in River John, Pictou County, Nova Scotia - d. 27 August 1982 at age 83 in Trail, British Columbia) - they were married - 15 September 1956. LINK to his death certificate - search-collections.royalbcmuseum.bc.ca/Image/Genealogy/a8...
- sent from - / OASIS / PM / JUL 25 / 62 / B.C. / - duplex cancel - this duplex hammer was proofed - 30 August 1946 - (BBC-274 / RF D).
Addressed to - Mr. Lester Small / 1034 Linden Ave / Victoria, B.C.
Lester Earle Small
(b. 21 August 1910 in Calgary, Alberta - d. 18 August 1897 at age 86 in Victoria, B.C.)
Lester Small was a supervisor with the Victoria Post Office for 30 years. Was a life member of the Greater Victoria Philatelic Society and the Vancouver Island Philatelic Society. His special joy was working with Jr. stamp collectors for 37 years, for which he received a special award from the United Nations. He enjoyed life to the fullest, travelling, gardening and most importantly his family. LINK to his complete obituary - www.newspapers.com/clip/110095273/obituary-for-lester-small/
Just out of the nest and being fed by surrogate parents - an ever gaping mouth kept the pippits very busy. Not the clearest shots weather turning bad again! Oh for a bit of sunshine especially seeing something like this when you need good conditions.
Düşlerde sevdim seni söyleyemedim
Sessiz öptüm nefesini söyleyemedim
Sana ben şiirler sözler büyüttüm
Sana ben baharlar yazlar büyüttüm
Sana ben hummalı gizler büyüttüm
Söyleyemedim
Şarkılar yazdım sana okuyamadım
Hep yanımdaydın oysa dokunamadım
Söz: Cevdet Bağca.
Türkü severler Hüseyin Turan'dan dinleyebilirler:)
My boy Cash. He's going on 8 years old now. Oh, how time flies...
I'm in the heart of my crazy summer work season, so if I'm not around much for the next 2-3 weeks, you'll know why. Not much flickr time with 25 stops a day! Hope you're all enjoying your summer... or winter depending on where you live. =)
When a man loves a Wookie
Can't keep his mind on nothin' else
He'd trade the world
For the good thing he's found
If she is bad, he can't see it
She can do no wrong
And turn his back on his best friend
If he puts her down
When a man loves a Wookie
Spend his very last dime
And trying to hold on to what he needs
He'd give up all his comforts
And sleep out in the rain
If she said that's the way, it ought to be
When a man loves a Wookie
I give you everything I've got
Trying to hold on to your precious love
And baby baby please don't treat me bad
When a man loves a Wookie
Deep down in his soul
She can bring him such misery
If she is playing him for a fool
He's the last one to know
Loving eyes can never see
Yes when a man loves a Wookie
I know exactly how he feels
'Cause baby, baby
When a man loves a Wookie
When a man loves a Wookie
When a man loves a Wookie
When a man, when a man
When a man loves a Wookie
View Large On Black Because It Looks Better Than It Sounds
Powerful stuff there from Michael Bolton.... *cough*
*gag*
Original here- www.flickr.com/photos/24329522@N08/4835454917/
When you came in the air went out.
And every shadow filled up with doubt.
I don't know who you think you are,
But before the night is through,
I wanna do bad things with you.
I'm the kind to sit up in his room.
Heart sick an' eyes filled up with blue.
I don't know what you've done to me,
But I know this much is true:
I wanna do bad things with you.