Tuesday, December 30, 2008







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Thursday, November 27, 2008

Friday, November 21, 2008

Kitty Reiss / Holocaust Victim



          I am professional photo collector and recently
          purchased this Image.                                                                                                                                   
           
          
                              Kitty  Reiss
  

            born May 9 th 1924 in Vienna  Austria.
           She is shown here on her first day of school in 1931
           On Sept 14 th  1942 she was deported to Maly Trostinec
            She was one of 15,000 jews, between May and October of  1942,
            That were sytematically murdered upon their arrival's

             sorry for the sad story...but it had to be said
             so she could be remembered properly
            

Monday, November 10, 2008

ANNE FRANK !









http://www.socialstudiesforkids.com/articles/worldhistory/lifeofannefrank3.htm



    The greatest writer ever...of course !

      Her struggle to flee the Nazis gave a face to all those others
      that suffered during that time.
      As None other than Nelson Mandela explained... he and his
      fellow prisoners on Robben  Island often read  her diary, and
      recieved spiritual nourishment from it.

      Miep  Gies who helped Anne and her family to hide from
      nazis, and who is still living at age of 99, said of Anne that she
      lived completely "in the moment"..and that she bristled with Life !

      In a moment of sadness..Anne said  

      " I wander from room to room, feeling like a songbird whose wings
       have been ripped off--Hurling itself the bars in its darked cage"

       At first  publishers of  Anne's Diary did not expect it to be nearly
       as popular as it would become..but when a 'Very Impressed' 
       Eleanor  Roosevelt wrote an introduction for doubledays 1952 
       Edition...it took off !
      




Wednesday, November 5, 2008

OBAMA-MANIA !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



                        What a day it was !










                  Bush is gone...OJ's in Jail...Obama's in the  Whitehouse...
                  All is right with the world.




















































           Pepper voted for Obama too !
























Tuesday, November 4, 2008

ELECTION DAY 2008




                  Getting  out the Vote !








                      Checking to see...











                Neighbors coming  to vote







                      The all Important Photographs
















                     The  Loyal  Opposition










                     Obama  Workers...
           Dawn  and  Dustin  Brotherson













          Waited  2 and half hours...finally  arrive











                   Red,  white,  and  Pepper !!!









Friday, October 31, 2008

Halloween











                         














                               A  Super-hero  at my door














               Here they are !











              Pepper  waiting for tricker- treaters





Tuesday, October 28, 2008

The Best poem you will ever Read !

1. Renascence
 
 
ALL I could see from where I stood
Was three long mountains and a wood;
I turned and looked the other way,
And saw three islands in a bay.
So with my eyes I traced the line         5
Of the horizon, thin and fine,
Straight around till I was come
Back to where I’d started from;
And all I saw from where I stood
Was three long mountains and a wood.         10
Over these things I could not see:
These were the things that bounded me;
And I could touch them with my hand,
Almost, I thought, from where I stand.
And all at once things seemed so small         15
My breath came short, and scarce at all.
But, sure, the sky is big, I said;
Miles and miles above my head;
So here upon my back I’ll lie
And look my fill into the sky.         20
And so I looked, and, after all,
The sky was not so very tall.
The sky, I said, must somewhere stop,
And—sure enough!—I see the top!
The sky, I thought, is not so grand;         25
I ’most could touch it with my hand!
And reaching up my hand to try,
I screamed to feel it touch the sky.
I screamed, and—lo!—Infinity
Came down and settled over me;         30
Forced back my scream into my chest,
Bent back my arm upon my breast,
And, pressing of the Undefined
The definition on my mind,
Held up before my eyes a glass         35
Through which my shrinking sight did pass
Until it seemed I must behold
Immensity made manifold;
Whispered to me a word whose sound
Deafened the air for worlds around,         40
And brought unmuffled to my ears
The gossiping of friendly spheres,
The creaking of the tented sky,
The ticking of Eternity.
I saw and heard and knew at last         45
The How and Why of all things, past,
And present, and forevermore.
The Universe, cleft to the core,
Lay open to my probing sense
That, sick’ning, I would fain pluck thence         50
But could not,—nay! But needs must suck
At the great wound, and could not pluck
My lips away till I had drawn
All venom out.—Ah, fearful pawn!
For my omniscience paid I toll         55
In infinite remorse of soul.
All sin was of my sinning, all
Atoning mine, and mine the gall
Of all regret. Mine was the weight
Of every brooded wrong, the hate         60
That stood behind each envious thrust,
Mine every greed, mine every lust.
And all the while for every grief,
Each suffering, I craved relief
With individual desire,—         65
Craved all in vain! And felt fierce fire
About a thousand people crawl;
Perished with each,—then mourned for all!
A man was starving in Capri;
He moved his eyes and looked at me;         70
I felt his gaze, I heard his moan,
And knew his hunger as my own.
I saw at sea a great fog bank
Between two ships that struck and sank;
A thousand screams the heavens smote;         75
And every scream tore through my throat.
No hurt I did not feel, no death
That was not mine; mine each last breath
That, crying, met an answering cry
From the compassion that was I.         80
All suffering mine, and mine its rod;
Mine, pity like the pity of God.
Ah, awful weight! Infinity
Pressed down upon the finite Me!
My anguished spirit, like a bird,         85
Beating against my lips I heard;
Yet lay the weight so close about
There was no room for it without.
And so beneath the weight lay I
And suffered death, but could not die.         90
 
Long had I lain thus, craving death,
When quietly the earth beneath
Gave way, and inch by inch, so great
At last had grown the crushing weight,
Into the earth I sank till I         95
Full six feet under ground did lie,
And sank no more,—there is no weight
Can follow here, however great.
From off my breast I felt it roll,
And as it went my tortured soul         100
Burst forth and fled in such a gust
That all about me swirled the dust.
 
Deep in the earth I rested now;
Cool is its hand upon the brow
And soft its breast beneath the head         105
Of one who is so gladly dead.
And all at once, and over all
The pitying rain began to fall;
I lay and heard each pattering hoof
Upon my lowly, thatchèd roof,         110
And seemed to love the sound far more
Than ever I had done before.
For rain it hath a friendly sound
To one who’s six feet under ground;
And scarce the friendly voice or face:         115
A grave is such a quiet place.
 
The rain, I said, is kind to come
And speak to me in my new home.
I would I were alive again
To kiss the fingers of the rain,         120
To drink into my eyes the shine
Of every slanting silver line,
To catch the freshened, fragrant breeze
From drenched and dripping apple-trees.
For soon the shower will be done,         125
And then the broad face of the sun
Will laugh above the rain-soaked earth
Until the world with answering mirth
Shakes joyously, and each round drop
Rolls, twinkling, from its grass-blade top.         130
How can I bear it; buried here,
While overhead the sky grows clear
And blue again after the storm?
O, multi-colored, multiform,
Beloved beauty over me,         135
That I shall never, never see
Again! Spring-silver, autumn-gold,
That I shall never more behold!
Sleeping your myriad magics through,
Close-sepulchred away from you!         140
O God, I cried, give me new birth,
And put me back upon the earth!
Upset each cloud’s gigantic gourd
And let the heavy rain, down-poured
In one big torrent, set me free,         145
Washing my grave away from me!
 
I ceased; and through the breathless hush
That answered me, the far-off rush
Of herald wings came whispering
Like music down the vibrant string         150
Of my ascending prayer, and—crash!
Before the wild wind’s whistling lash
The startled storm-clouds reared on high
And plunged in terror down the sky,
And the big rain in one black wave         155
Fell from the sky and struck my grave.
I know not how such things can be;
I only know there came to me
A fragrance such as never clings
To aught save happy living things;         160
A sound as of some joyous elf
Singing sweet songs to please himself,
And, through and over everything,
A sense of glad awakening.
The grass, a-tiptoe at my ear,         165
Whispering to me I could hear;
I felt the rain’s cool finger-tips
Brushed tenderly across my lips,
Laid gently on my sealèd sight,
And all at once the heavy night         170
Fell from my eyes and I could see,—
A drenched and dripping apple-tree,
A last long line of silver rain,
A sky grown clear and blue again.
And as I looked a quickening gust         175
Of wind blew up to me and thrust
Into my face a miracle
Of orchard-breath, and with the smell,—
I know not how such things can be!—
I breathed my soul back into me.         180
Ah! Up then from the ground sprang I
And hailed the earth with such a cry
As is not heard save from a man
Who has been dead, and lives again.
About the trees my arms I wound;         185
Like one gone mad I hugged the ground;
I raised my quivering arms on high;
I laughed and laughed into the sky,
Till at my throat a strangling sob
Caught fiercely, and a great heart-throb         190
Sent instant tears into my eyes;
O God, I cried, no dark disguise
Can e’er hereafter hide from me
Thy radiant identity!
Thou canst not move across the grass         195
But my quick eyes will see Thee pass,
Nor speak, however silently,
But my hushed voice will answer Thee.
I know the path that tells Thy way
Through the cool eve of every day;         200
God, I can push the grass apart
And lay my finger on Thy heart!
 
The world stands out on either side
No wider than the heart is wide;
Above the world is stretched the sky,—         205
No higher than the soul is high.
The heart can push the sea and land
Farther away on either hand;
The soul can split the sky in two,
And let the face of God shine through.         210
But East and West will pinch the heart
That can not keep them pushed apart;
And he whose soul is flat—the sky
Will cave in on him by and by.
 

      By:     Edna  St. Vincent  Millay

Time Machine





  Have you ever thought of how great it would be to invent a Time Machine ?
  Real Sci-Fi ...Jules Verne type of stuff  huh ?
  Well its already been done....

   A Photograph is the perfect time machine...
   Elusive  time is captured and Tamed in a simple photograph.
   We often take these  little miracles for granted, but we shouldnt.
   




 

Monday, October 27, 2008

The Statue of Liberty ... Thank-You France

























































































                                                      




                                                 BARTHOLDI



                                    Designer of statue of Liberty











                      Your humble photographer visits his favorite place










































          Liberty's torch visited America...years before the lady Herself !
          Here  set up in Madison square in 1876.
          To  raise  funds for  the  base.

           Joseph  Pulitzer  would  later offer to print anyones name in his
            newspaper 'the new york world' who gave to the project,
            however small the donation


                Of  Everything America is or ever will be...                 
                 The Statue of Liberty says it all !