I am finally getting out of the photography studio business. 33 years now in the industry and the edge is gone! I still love good photography and the digital side of it. Photoshop is still a lot of fun to work in and I’ll continue to stay with it. Looking forward to rekindling the spark that first interested me and doing some personal work. I haven’t even carried a camera with me for a while, I’ll have to work myself back into the habit again.
Come again, maybe you can force some words from me!
He was on TV since 1976 every week, a showman and executive director of the planetarium at the Miami Museum of Science and Space Transit. I don’t think he had any formal training in Astronomy, but was an enthusiastic teacher of the sky. We’ll miss you Jack, “Keep looking up!”
I used to see the show and would tease Erika, she was little, There’s your boyfriend!”
Here’s a link to his last show.
The opening act was Mark Digman, a childhood mate of Glen Hansard from Dublin who now lives in Pittsburgh. A little different presentation, but the same hard, all in, emotional style.
Marketa opened the set with “If You Want Me” and had several feature songs during the show. She is so wonderfully shy on stage and has a beautiful voice.
Glen, on the other hand cannot be classified as bashful, his up front personality is made for the stage and his voice ranges from a whisper to a scream. Their songs are a mix of ballads to hard hitting emotional soul rock like “Leave”.
We had great seats just 4 rows back and I just had a great time, as did Lindsay. They ended the set with “Falling Slowly”, their Academy Award winning song, and came back to a rousing encore with 6 more songs. It was a great evening, thanks Lindsay.
This is going to take a while!!!
However, it has made me think again of my own favorite car from my youth, 1967 Firebird. Green metalflake paint, 350 HO with 4 barrel carb outputting 360 HP, factory Hurst shift. Sweet ride! I know that I’m at the age where men tend to want to relive their youth or try to “prove” something, that they aren’t really getting old, maybe that’s part of it. I just would really love to have that car again!
Dream on, old man, dream on!
I guess my goal has been to know a lot about some things and a little about a lot of things.
And that’s all I know about that!
We got there on Friday and got closer with the car than I expected we would. Roads were clogged and in some cases blocked. There were cars parked alongside the road up to 30 miles away. We ditched the car somewhere near the raceway, I remember thinking “I have to remember where the car is”, and walked in. The fences were down and everyone was getting in for free by that time. State cops were around, but being friendly and there was no trouble. We worked our way to a place that was actually pretty good, relatively close to the stage, on a slight slope and planted ourselves. Except for a few trips to find water, we pretty much stayed there. A trip to the line of 1000 porta potties could take you an hour or two. I had packed in my backpack a blanket, space blanket and a jug of wine. I guess that’s all I needed, what more could you want? That night when it rained, I just covered up with the space blanket.
As a music event, it wasn’t all that memorable. The experience was the thing for me. The Grateful Dead, Allman Brothers Band, and The Band were all great bands, but being a part of what to me was an important event in my life was better than the music. The sound check on Friday night turned into a 5 hour long concert in itself with all three bands playing. It was a less politically charged and more laid back party atmosphere than other previous events. The war had ended, Watergate was in full swing, we just wanted to have fun and party and listen to music. It was the last of the rock festivals of it’s kind. The only regret I have is that we left early, I guess we wanted to beat the crowds getting out, I don’t remember.
Not conclusive proof that I was there, but it sure looks a lot like me at that time.
We Mac users have a habit of holding on to our machines like you hold on to those things from your childhood that you will never play with again, but just can’t seem to let go of. Look at them on the shelf and say, “remember when?” We also give our computers names, as if they were real. We’re a little nuts, but happy about it.
So, farewell, rest in peace, or pieces as it were, return again as a plastic bag or metal part and just “remember”.
It put me in mind of the funeral of former District Superintendent Vic Meredith. The sanctuary was filled, mostly Pastors who knew and loved him. The singing that day was so inspiring, filling the space. That time and once while singing at the 2004 Annual Conference were times that I physically felt the presence of the Holy Spirit, WOW!
Music, song, inspiring lyrics. All in all a great night!
So, the question is placed in the reader's heart, What would we do if we had an intimate "real life" conversation with Jesus? I'm sure we all would have questions and concerns enough to fill all the time we had.
So, my task is to restore this photo. It's going to take quite a while and it will be interesting to see what it will look like.
I'll post updates once in a while to show the progress.
Sometimes if it gets too far down the family tree it becomes way too complicated. Genealogy.com has a good article here that explains some of it and has a chart to figure some of your relationships. Basically, my first cousin's kids are second cousins to my kids, and are first cousins once removed from me. OK, I guess it would be easier to just claim us all as "cousins".
Sorry, gotta go watch the movie again!
It reminded me that I have an 1824 printing of this book, so I got it out to look at it again. It's about 3x5 in size, leather bound, we would call it a "pocket size" book. On the front flyleaf are two inscriptions: Sally Stevens' Book, March 18th, 1827 and G H Stevens, Keeneyville, Tioga Co, Pa, Jan. 17, 1892. On the back flyleaf, an elegant hand wrote: Albany March 18th 1827. In earlier years people had a much more intimate relationship with their books, they meant much more to them than they do today. Thomas Jefferson took his library with him when he was in France and increased it when there. Look at yard sales, flea markets, etc. and see all the books that people are trying to unload for a couple of bucks. I've always had a great respect for the books that I owned. Most of them are still with me, and I reread them over time.
In what I'm reading about Ben Franklin, I don't think he would be surprised that his autobiography has been passed down through family members. He seemed to have a philosophy that reached into the future, knowing that what he wrote or printed through his printing business was meant to stand the test of time. Many of his endeavors were more for the future than his own time. These blogs and all the internet content we take advantage of today will never mean as much or last as well as a good book passed to your kids or grandkids. In my mind anyway!
If you're looking for a way to correct some Christmas photos or want to make a good photo better, check out some of the available online photo editors. These are lower on the "complication" scale than Photoshop, but many offer decent abilities to work on your photos.
Some that offer many of the same tools as Photoshop are "pixlr", "splashup", "Phoenix" by Aviary, and "Sumopaint"
These have a similar tool set as Photoshop or Elements but are of course slower due to working over the internet connection. You can still get some decent effects, do some layered imaging, etc.
Then there are the more simple applications that are limited as to the effects you can accomplish. Many still offer enough to be useful and don't take any time at all to learn how to use them. Just upload your picture and go to work on it. Save it back to a folder on your hard drive when you're done, and it's ready for you to print it out for an album or to give to your favorite "art critic". Some of these are "Picnik", "PicMagick", "FotoFlexer", "pixer"
Even Adobe is in on the bandwagon with its "Photoshop.com" which I've found to be way too slow and kludgey to use yet. Just keep in mind with any of these programs that upload time, speed, and mouse response time are greatly increased over a native program on your own computer. If you're willing to put up with a slower yet Free option, then by all means check these out, choose the one you like best and go to work. Also, many of them will link into your online photo storage such as Flickr or Facebook.
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The other day I was in Dunkin Donuts waiting patiently in line. You can see out the drive through window from the counter and a lady jumped out of the passenger side of a car and ran inside, barged right up to the counter and proclaimed - "I'm the next car in the line and I don't have time to wait!" She got her TWO donuts and ran back out, hopped in the car and they took off.
Number 1: I wouldn't have served her if I was the counter person, I'd have made her wait in the inside line.
Number 2: If you are in such a hurry, why in the world are you stopping for donuts!
So many people just can't wait, speed by to get two car lengths ahead before the 5 miles of one lane construction zone! I used to be like them, sure am happy to be on the other side now!
Even from the depths of despair, you can find at least one thing to be thankful for.
This book is filled with 600 pages of "the latest "in "modern" technology and explanations of "how things work". Very interesting then and even now, to look at it in light of the technology of today. Written just a few short years after the Wright Brothers first flight, the section on the "flying machines" or "aeroplane" now read as pretty primitive to us. Several pages tell the story of how sugar is made from the sugar beet. Automobiles; well that speaks for itself, 20 to 30 miles an hour to us is painful. Why is the sky blue? 11 pages on how rope is made. The Wonderful Electric Telegraph System.
How far we have come since the advancements of this time! Our capacity for invention, improvement, technology seems almost insatiable. We are used to the 18 month cycle of "twice as good for the same or less price" in our electronics, we look forward to the "next great thing".
I'm reminded of the way we have become totally reliant on our technology every time we lose electric during a winter storm. How inconvenient! How are we going to SURVIVE? I don't let it bother me too much, just throw on a warm coat, light a candle or two and settle in to read a good book. But how can I check my email??? It'll be there, don't worry. I "fondly" remember week long stretches when we were snowed in and had to wait for the one and only snow blower in the county to dig us out. I would go out in the summer and ride my bike all over the area, I'm not sure my parents even knew I was so far away from home.
I guess the whole point of this post is to remember to take ourselves less seriously once in a while, get back to basics, take a ride on a bike and just breathe.
It reminded me of one of grandma's poems written because we kids had to play in a lawn with no trees, shrubs and shade when we were little.
ARBOR DAY THOUGHTS
The little farmhouse sits alone
There in the glaring sun;
No shrub or tree to offer shade–
No place for having fun.
Those children in the summer heat,
Where shall their haven be?
No hideout to climb into here–
A fellow needs a tree!
A tree from which to hang a swing;
Bushes for "hide and seek,"
With nesting birds for wonderment;
Lilacs a'smelling sweet.
And what's to tempt the butterfly
Or lure the wandering bee?
And where can all the pirates lurk?
A kiddie needs a tree!
©1973 HB Stevens
Grandpa was an auto mechanic by trade and a Jack-Of-All-Trades beyond that. He had his own business at the family home, and I can still remember the sights, smells and sounds when we would visit the Garage. The floor with years of grease and oil forming almost a hard shell over the concrete in the auto bay. The smells of the tools on the bench along the wall. I have some of his hand tools, which I still use and cherish. He had an office and counter area in a separate room that always fascinated me. The office was cordoned off with a rail and swinging rail gate (I wish we had a picture) The glass case counter held CANDY among other items for sale. I always requested a roll of Necco candy as often as I was allowed.
Grandpa would walk up to the house from the garage, wearing the bib overalls and what I would call an engineer's cap, and remove his shoes and hang up his jacket. The back sink was where he would clean up, I do remember his hands, mechanics hands with the traces of grease under the fingernails. As much as I can remember, I never heard him call Grandma anything but "hey!". I'm sure he meant no disrespect, just the way he called her.
He built several things over the years that I remember so well. The rowboat that he built was special when he would get it down from where it hung from the rafters in the car garage, and we got to row around the small pond in the back yard. We also fished for bass in that pond, always threw them back in when we caught any. And the little red motorized car that he built, what fun! I can see him stepping on the outside lever that started the engine, then reaching down under the dash area to put it in gear for us. Off we'd go to ride around the lawn!
He would bring out the movie camera at Christmas and family occasions, plug in the strip of flood lights to illuminate us and film us opening packages. Then on other visits we got to see the movies and slides. As I got older the word became "endure" the slides. Now, what would we give to recapture those times! Grandpa was hard working, enjoyed his other interests and I think he enjoyed having us come to visit.
Surrounded by Your glory, what will my heart feel
Will I dance for you Jesus or in awe of you be still
Will I stand in your presence or to my knees will I fall
Will I sing hallelujah, will I be able to speak at all
I can only imagine
Just trying to think of what life will be like in Heaven can be overwhelming and comforting at the same time. As humans we want to know everything ahead of time, so we can plan what to pack, I guess. I'm comforted just to know I'll be there at the feet of Jesus. I can wait for the awe and wonder to reveal itself in God's time.
Imagination & creativity are unique gifts from God to us, proof to me that we are created in His image. They say that the church should be the most creative place on earth. Our imagination sparks our entertainment, education, why not our service?
I've always enjoyed radio dramas. I remember listening to them as a kid at the kitchen radio. I'll admit I still listen to them today, even kids shows. One of the best is "Adventures in Odyssey". It's a place where kid's imagination can take them to places and events in the bible or learn life lessons along with their favorite characters.
Imagination - Don't leave home without it!