can you see the face?
this picture was taking from our frontporch , it was rainning at the time
That's cool! I see "C3PO" (Star Wars) type eyes. Is that what you see?
Yes! I can see the face!That's a really neat picture.Thanks, Janice!Much love,Dee
hay Lisa, it does look like c3poanon~ ya think ;)hi Dee,thanks for stopping by, hope ya are doing good :)
Definately c3po. Great picture Jel. I love photos of water.TomPS. sorry I've been absent. Dawn is still hurting a lot and so we've been busy. Thanks for all the prayers.
Jel...great to see you're still out there! I'm back - should I link to this blog?
Very cool - I see it :)
I vote for CP03 also. Only because I don't want to be in the minority on this one.I also see a lot of places where big drops of rain have fallen in the puddle. :-)..
hey there Tom, Robin, and Jimand Jim, you can say what you thank it is, that's why i asked! ;)
Love all the new pictures!!!!I have not been in blog world in a while, busy with Sr. activities and work. Last week we had prep for the prom and the after graduation party and I enrolled our 4 year old in Kindergarden for next year. With the 4 boys it is very very busy!!!!! Jeremy leaves for the army June 10th (he is the oldest) it makes me sad, but it is what he wants to do. Hope all is well with you.Stacie
you are an artist Jel
hey stacie,good to hear from ya, it does sound like ya have been busy!and thanks !thanks amrita,but God is the artist, I just shoot what I see ( with a camera that is) ;)
I see CP30 too. Looks like you have a lot of rain coming down.Take care and don't get too wet.
When I was little, I had many, many close calls with death and destruction and it carried on into my adult years. I determined I have an Angel watching over me. (Thank You, Lord) Maybe this is a glimpse of yours! Here's a P and an S: I posted the poem, "The Shack Just South of Town," in case you would like to read it. I hope you don't mind. CaIn 1970 I was privileged to attend Modesto Junior College on the GI bill. In my English Lit class we were asked to write something over the weekend; a story, poem or whatever. I wrote the following poem in about an hour.The Shack Just South of TownThe day was long, the sun was hot,The flies came swarmin' 'roundThe garbage can that sat besideThe Shack Just South of TownThe door was open; nothin' stopped the insects in their flight,And in and out they flew as if they thought they had the rightTo come and go whene'er they pleased and be a social pest,And never let a body really settle down and rest.You'd think the shack was empty and not a soul around,To look at all the bugs and flies and know the only soundWas comin' from these pesky things, as back and forth they flew,Both in and out the open door and through the windows, too.You'd think that, 'til you had a look inside this filthy denThat reeked of human odors and the acrid smell of gin,And food that lay uneaten nigh on a week, I'd say.'Twas better had you never known the woman anywayWho lived inside these wretched walls, this place that she called home,Or heard her mumble in her sleep, or heard her drunken moan.But if you'd listen close enough, you'd hear a name or twoMixed faintly with the mumblings and the curses of this shrew.The names of those a long time gone but unforgotten still;Recalled from memories of the past; the days this shack was filledWith sounds of love and laughter made by the family here;The woman and her husband, and a tiny baby, dear.So dear the child to both of them, it filled their hearts with joyTo know that heaven had blessed them with this happy baby boy.The man was nothing special, the least on looks, you'd say,But hard work never slowed him down, he'd start at break of dayAnd work the land from dawn to dusk and seldom stop for restWith no complaints, content to know he'd always done his bestTo see his family always had enough to eat and such,And clothes to keep 'em from the cold; they'd never want for much.And the woman loved her husband, they were happy with their life,And the little child to bless them; both the husband and the wife.But it couldn't last forever, if forever be a year,For a thing was soon to happen that would banish all their cheer.All the crops were ripe for harvest when a norther came aroundAnd without such as a warning, drove it all into the ground!This would be a long, cold winter with no light to fill the gloom,For the man could buy no oil for the lantern in the room,And no food would grace the table, for the crops they counted onTo suffice them through the winter and to fill their needs was gone.So a desperate decision by the man and wife was found;He would have to leave his family and to look for work in town.But the work was hard to come by and the man was gone from homeWeeks on end in search of labor, and the girl was left alone.For a while she took it calmly; then her thoughts began to flyTo the tavern they had visited in the little town nearby;And the more she thought about it, all the more she'd like to goAnd be with those happy people, and the man would never know.She would just be gone an hour, and the babe would be all right,Were he left alone no longer than it took her on this night.Such a grand time she was having, being with these folks again;She was offered, and accepted, just a little sip of gin;Then another and another, 'till the room began to blur, -And she sank into a stupor, and no one could waken her!When she woke up in the morning from the stable where she lay,With the hostler there beside her, lying naked in the hay, -Then the thought crushed in around her of this dreadful thing she'd done,-Of her desecrated marriage; then her thoughts ran to her son,And in frantic desperation toward the little shack she flew,Filled with dread and deep foreboding, closer to the house she drew.There she came up to the pathway and she saw the open door,And the dread anticipation flooded o'er her all the more.As she stumbled through the portal close to where the babe had slept,Then she saw the crib was empty, and with piercing scream she leaptThrough the back of the cabin!! --There she saw the new made mound,And she saw the man, her husband, kneeling there upon the ground.He had picked some silly flowers that were covered up with frost,And he'd made a little garland and had hung it on the cross.Then he rose and faced the woman; there was nothing she could say,-Not a word the husband uttered, but just turned and walked away.Now the woman lives alone there,Where a family once did dwell;Lives alone there with the knowledgeThat she'd brought about this hell;Lives there with these rancid odors,-With the flies the only sound;In this little dingy cabin;In this Shack Just South of Town.Finis
hey PW, David, and stooglelover,thanks for stopping by!thanks CA,yup,I say that we both have giving our Guardian angel a workout watching over us! :)and thank you for the poem, it was very good but it was sooooooo sad!take care!
Oh yes, yes I can see the face..Jel, I have just got my photo blog up and running..you can get to it via my musings link..
yes! i see it. cool!
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