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We're not big on logic
but there's no shortage of irony.
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Nice is different than good.
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Oh and ...
I flunked charm school.
So what.
> Jennifer <
Causing considerable consternation
to many fine folk since 1957
Pepper and me ... Seattle 1962
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Contributor to
American Cemetery
published by Kates-Boylston
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Insist on yourself; never imitate.
Your own gift you can present
every moment
with the cumulative force
of a whole life’s cultivation;
but of the adopted talent of another
you have only an extemporaneous
half possession.
That which each can do best,
none but his Maker can teach him.
> Ralph Waldo Emerson <
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Represent:
The Black Velvet Coat
Ecstatically shooting everything in sight using my beloved Nikon D3100 with AF-S DX Nikkor 18-55mm 1:3.5-5.6G VR kit lens and AF-S Nikkor 50mm f/1.8 G prime lens.
Also capturing outrageous beauty left and right with my Nikon D7000 blissfully married to my Nikkor 85mm f/1.4D AF prime glass. Don't be jeal.
And then there was the Nikon AF-S DX NIKKOR 18-200mm f:3.5-5.6G ED VR II zoom. We're done here.
I am a taphophile
Word. Photo Jennifer Weber 2010
Great things are happening at
If you don't believe me, click the pics.
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Dying is a wild night
and a new road.
Emily Dickinson
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When I am gone
Please remember me
As a heartfelt laugh,
As a tenderness.
Hold fast to the image of me
When my soul was on fire,
The light of love shining
Through my eyes.
Remember me when I was singing
And seemed to know my way.
Remember always
When we were together
And time stood still.
Remember most not what I did,
Or who I was;
Oh please remember me
For what I always desired to be:
A smile on the face of God.
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Do not regret growing older. It is a privilege denied to many.
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Therefore seeing we have this ministry, as we have received mercy, we faint not;
But have renounced the hidden things of dishonesty, not walking in craftiness, nor handling the word of God deceitfully; but by manifestation of the truth commending ourselves to every man's conscience in the sight of God.
But if our gospel be hid, it is hid to them that are lost:
In whom the god of this world hath blinded the minds of them which believe not, lest the light of the glorious gospel of Christ, who is the image of God, should shine unto them.
For we preach not ourselves, but Christ Jesus the Lord; and ourselves your servants for Jesus' sake.
For God, who commanded the light to shine out of darkness, hath shined in our hearts, to give the light of the knowledge of the glory of God in the face of Jesus Christ.
But we have this treasure in earthen vessels, that the excellency of the power may be of God, and not of us.
We are troubled on every side, yet not distressed; we are perplexed, but not in despair;
Persecuted, but not forsaken; cast down, but not destroyed;
Always bearing about in the body the dying of the Lord Jesus, that the life also of Jesus might be made manifest in our body.
For we which live are alway delivered unto death for Jesus' sake, that the life also of Jesus might be made manifest in our mortal flesh.
So then death worketh in us, but life in you.
We having the same spirit of faith, according as it is written, I BELIEVED, AND THEREFORE HAVE I SPOKEN; we also believe, and therefore speak;
Knowing that he which raised up the Lord Jesus shall raise up us also by Jesus, and shall present us with you.
For all things are for your sakes, that the abundant grace might through the thanksgiving of many redound to the glory of God.
For which cause we faint not; but though our outward man perish, yet the inward man is renewed day by day.
For our light affliction, which is but for a moment, worketh for us a far more exceeding and eternal weight of glory;
While we look not at the things which are seen, but at the things which are not seen: for the things which are seen are temporal; but the things which are not seen are eternal.
II Corinthians 4
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On the mountains and in the valleys,
By the banks of the crystal stream,
He wandered whose eyes grew heavy
With the grandeur of his dream.
The seer whose grave none knoweth,
The leader who rent the sea,
The lover of men who, smiling,
Walked safe on Galilee --
All dreamed their dreams and whispered
To the weary and worn and sad
Of a vision that passeth knowledge.
They said to the world: "Be glad!
"Be glad for the words we utter,
Be glad for the dreams we dream;
Be glad, for the shadows fleeing
Shall let God's sunlight beam."
But the dreams and the dreamers vanish,
The world with its cares grows old;
The night, with the stars that gem it,
Is passing fair, but cold.
What light in the heavens shining
Shall the eye of the dreamer see?
Was the glory of old a phantom,
The wraith of a mockery?
Oh, man, with your soul that crieth
In gloom for a guiding gleam,
To you are the voices speaking
Of those who dream their dream.
If their vision be false and fleeting,
If its glory delude their sight --
Ah, well, 'tis a dream shall brighten
The long, dark hours of night.
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Freedom is a fragile thing and is never more than one generation away from extinction. It is not ours by inheritance; it must be fought for and defended constantly by each generation, for it comes only once to a people. Those who have known freedom and then lost it, have never known it again.
~ Ronald Reagan
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Thursday, October 14, 2010 at 12:44PM Two squares a day ... good for the body, good for the soul.
Antioxidants. Polyphenols. Flavonoids.
Endorphins.
I have my morale to keep up, y'all.
I look forward to the time each evening when I'm able to relax and sloooooowly nibble my divvy of choccie.
It produces a dreamlike state.
True story.
I highly recommend you try this at home.
Meantime, I should be in a Lindt Supreme Dark commercial.
What say you?
Monday, October 11, 2010 at 04:44PM 
Don't you just love bloggy friends?
I do.
Recently I told you about winning a book.
That was because I'm a faithful reader of fascinating Cottage Days & Journeys, a blog owned and operated by the very talented Donna of Knoxville, Tennessee.
If you only add one blog to your reading list, let it be this one. You won't be sorry.
Donna has an official blog greeter, the irrepressible Marty. Marty is a bunny rabbit. He was allowed to pick the name of the book winner out of the hat, and he chose MINE!
I do believe I owe Marty a carrot.
Not only did Donna send me the book I won -- a remarkable pictorial biography of the late Mae Phillips entitled Roll the Wheel -- but she enclosed two beaded bookmarks (which were immediately pressed into service), two beautiful handmade tissue pack covers, and the most cunning little map of Vancouver, British Columbia.
I love to read and I am always reading more than one book at a time, so double bookmarks (with sparkly BEADS!) were most welcome. And I cry a lot (tears of joy mostly), so the double tissue holders will come in very handy.
And the map of Vancouver? Well, I just love ... make that adore ... maps.
But how did Donna KNOW all this? Could it be I am as transparent as the Obama administration claims to be?
I think Marty told her.
Make that two carrots for Marty. Smarty.
To top off something that needed no off-topping, tucked inside the gift box was this incredibly beautiful HANDMADE card created from Donna's original photography:
Which made me totally want to know how to do that, so I asked Donna some questions about it via email, and she sent back at least five links to excellent tutorials about how to make a photograph into a beautiful art-card.
Donna's just like that. Very eager to help when asked. I like that about her.
But I still don't think I can do what she did to that horse and that card, so I will ask Donna to show me some stuff on the computer WHEN I MEET HER and her husband next Monday at their gorgeous new East Tennessee home, Grey Havens!
Yes, I am going to Knoxville and yes, I have been invited to lunch.
How 'bout that for ultra-nice bloggy-friend goings-on?
You know I'll post a full report after the fact.
And tell all your friends I'm planning my second-ever IHATH blog giveaway to take place in November!
Stay tuned. You don't want to miss this.
Sunday, October 10, 2010 at 04:44PM So last Friday I hied my bad court reporter self over to one of my favorite places in South Carolina:
Camden, fourth-oldest city in South Carolina and the site of much Revolutionary War glory, is home to the Carolina Cup.
Now you know.
Like Aiken, Camden is all about these:
If you happen to forget, the signs remind you:
But after the deposition was over I was not in the mood to horse around. Instead I visited this place:
Where, if you wanted to sit around, you'd best not be afraid of heights:
And where the shopkeeper invokes the Almighty to deter would-be shoplifters:
Which is fine, but this t-shirt (and the mask behind it) had already scared me pretty good:
Which was just as well because as it turned out, the only thing I wanted was an antique hatbox, dark brown with old-gold lettering and a genuine leather strap.
Only problem was, there were three little white stickers lined up on the lid and they read, left to right thusly:
not 4 sale
I stared and stared. The two words "not" and "sale" with my next-to-favorite number in between (my favorite number is 44), dramatically increased my hankering for the hatbox.
I was even holding a little deviled-egg plate of clear Depression glass, but I was so depressed about the apparent unavailability of the hatbox, I could not work myself up to purchasing the plate.
So I put it down and turned to go. As I did, I caught the eye of the proprietress. I pulled the most woebegone face I could muster.
It probably looked something like this:
"The only thing I want is not 4 sale," I mourned out loud.
Instantly I saw the glimmer of a dollar sign in her eye. "What is it?" she wanted to know.
I told her.
"I'll go look at it," she promised.
I said I'd wait outside, and I did, and in a little bit she came out to find me. She was holding the hatbox.
I suppose God was minding the store.
She named her price, which was the exact number lodged in my head. I chose not to dicker but claimed my prize, paid the bill, and went on my way.
The hatbox looks gawjus in my den:
And every time I look at it, I do this:
Happy Sunday! Happy October! Happy Shopping!
Friday, October 8, 2010 at 10:44PM The e*trade baby is at it again.
Tsk Tsk.
Cute little rascal.
