tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-88900717361854390982024-03-13T11:54:21.999-04:00World TravelerMy observations as I travel from day to day through life and around the world.Dakota Bearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01100285210259716346noreply@blogger.comBlogger90125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8890071736185439098.post-49908376612978395842015-10-27T15:08:00.000-04:002015-10-27T15:08:57.862-04:00My Review of the Suspense Novel Lawful Deception <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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A few weeks ago I received an advance copy of the suspense novel Lawful Deception written by Pamela Samuels Young to give a review. I was so excited and overjoyed....doing a happy dance. I had met the author several times in the past at literary retreats offered by Ruth Bridges at Literary Sisters. This is her seventh novel and the fifth in the series.<br />
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Pamela Samuels Young has written another page turning suspense novel Lawful Deception. Once again we are reacquainted with Attorney Vernetta Henderson and her adversary Girlie Cortez, as well as Vernetta's friend Special. As usual she has enlightened us on a subject, that we had no idea or only a vague inkling could be going on. This novel has more than interesting plot. How did Bliss do what she did? Who committed the murder? The sad thing about the author's novel is you will read it in a short period of time, then you realize you will have a long wait until she writes and releases her next book.Dakota Bearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01100285210259716346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8890071736185439098.post-6762799979270353262013-07-02T13:57:00.001-04:002013-07-02T13:57:24.120-04:00Hosta Still Going to Bloom<br />
While I was away in Virginia the deer decided to make a feast out of the beautiful large hostas that are growing at the corner of my house. What a disappointment it is to see that site when I drive up to the front of the house.<br />
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But, this week the hostas are budding to bring forth flowers. The missing leaves are still unsightly, but the flowers will bring forth some joy.<br />
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It is a never ending battle trying to keep the deer at bay from eating up all the plantings. We have treated everything with egg and water, at the moment it is working.Dakota Bearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01100285210259716346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8890071736185439098.post-77135182590252494162013-06-26T16:46:00.000-04:002013-06-26T17:49:47.101-04:00An Afternoon in Washington, DC<p> </p> <p><font size="3">During my trip to Northern Virginia earlier in the month, my family spent an afternoon in Washington DC. </font></p> <p><font size="3">Our trip started off with two of my daughters and two grandchildren handing out cupcakes leftover from my granddaughter’s high school graduation party to the homeless in a DC park.</font></p> <p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-1qrd6EpyPYA/UctS_qR825I/AAAAAAAACnw/FVsLHkHzq8s/s1600-h/DSCF3017%25255B2%25255D.jpg"><img title="Capital Building with a Display of Bones" style="border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px" border="0" alt="Capital Building with a Display of Bones" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-IsQ4p_FN33s/UctTANImqKI/AAAAAAAACn0/0htspPcmv80/DSCF3017_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184"></a><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-YSRPrQygQ9k/UctTBNjqQoI/AAAAAAAACoA/4iNHY7yeE4s/s1600-h/DSCF2986%25255B2%25255D.jpg"><img title="Display of Bones to Bring Awareness of Genocide and Holocaust" style="border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px" border="0" alt="Display of Bones to Bring Awareness of Genocide and Holocaust" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-lb8g4LPfjuQ/UctTBvJWCdI/AAAAAAAACoI/9tVRMKmG6fg/DSCF2986_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184"></a></p> <p><font size="3">The Capital Building with a display of bones. The piles of bone displays were there to bring an awareness of genocide and the holocaust.</font> </p> <p><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-b7vEV-mQsIU/UctTCfmWcJI/AAAAAAAACoQ/qss_bY_STdY/s1600-h/DSCF2981%25255B2%25255D.jpg"><img title="DSCF2981" style="border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px" border="0" alt="DSCF2981" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-ngj_uWlUpLc/UctTC9QQhjI/AAAAAAAACoU/-iGqm6tPt6I/DSCF2981_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184"></a></p> <p><font size="3">I don’t know the name of this building, but I think it has interesting architecture.</font></p> <p><font size="3">The main objective of our visit to DC was to spend time in the Smithsonian Air and Space Museum.</font></p> <p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-vWEC1KmSrzc/UctTDXutLTI/AAAAAAAACog/GSeyU8fBNQM/s1600-h/DSCF2988%25255B2%25255D.jpg"><img title="DSCF2988" style="border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px" border="0" alt="DSCF2988" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-pg4pPKR6Z7o/UctTDhpaMUI/AAAAAAAACoo/lQVEmfJGiTI/DSCF2988_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" height="244"></a><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-rIB1HSSJv78/UctTEaZe-oI/AAAAAAAACow/39MRcHCtEwk/s1600-h/DSCF2993%25255B2%25255D.jpg"><img title="Mercury Capsule 1:3 Scale Model" style="border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px" border="0" alt="Mercury Capsule 1:3 Scale Model" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-du3fR5RGsmE/UctTEglXI-I/AAAAAAAACo4/0X6MqipED8k/DSCF2993_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184"></a></p> <p><font size="3">A few of the space rockets and a 1:3 scale model of the Mercury Capsule.</font></p> <p><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-ZuTa9QFdNMs/UctTFWxEzZI/AAAAAAAACpA/vQGkRj8gDaU/s1600-h/DSCF3001%25255B2%25255D.jpg"><img title="A View of the Wright Brother's Plane" style="border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px" border="0" alt="A View of the Wright Brother's Plane" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-7YGC7_vbjdI/UctTFvT4YFI/AAAAAAAACpI/uEvxyrA5CuI/DSCF3001_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184"></a></p> <p><font size="3">Flying machine of the Wright Brothers. See the figure of a man lying on the wing to maneuver the vehicle. </font></p> <p><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-G60DfoLanGI/UctTGKFUXXI/AAAAAAAACpQ/x_r_K0ajLfg/s1600-h/DSCF3012%25255B2%25255D.jpg"><img title="La Minerve" style="border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px" border="0" alt="La Minerve" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-qv3N2-iSv64/UctTGmMUOCI/AAAAAAAACpY/WuLLmxipWxs/DSCF3012_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" height="244"></a><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-1bAdwCweftc/UctTHOoajGI/AAAAAAAACpg/HyZd8Foqiko/s1600-h/DSCF3013%25255B2%25255D.jpg"><img title="DSCF3013" style="border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px" border="0" alt="DSCF3013" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-xtbYCd9nKIk/UctTHt94GUI/AAAAAAAACpo/71k5_bazdLk/DSCF3013_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184"></a></p> <p><font size="3">The highlight of the trip for me was seeing this balloon. I had seen it many years ago and I wanted to see it again.</font></p> <p><font size="3">There is so much to see and do in DC, it is a wonderful place to explore. No matter how many times I have been there, I always discover something I haven’t seen before.</font></p> Dakota Bearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01100285210259716346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8890071736185439098.post-84467414433492367742013-06-17T15:11:00.000-04:002013-06-17T15:11:34.111-04:00Visiting the MLK MemorialRecently I was in Northern Virginia to attend the high school graduation of my oldest granddaughter. The majority of my children had flown in to attend the graduation as well. We all made it a vacation that gave us the chance to do some site seeing and have a grand time. <br />
Sunday morning gave me the opportunity to go into DC with my son from Texas to see the MLK Memorial, as well as being close enough to the Jefferson Memorial to take pictures of it as well.<br />
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GRAND ENTRY THROUGH TWO MASSIVE ROCK FORMATIONS WITH A VIEW OF THE JEFFERSON MONUMENT<br />
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TWO OF THE MANY QUOTES OF MLK THAT REALLY STANDOUT TO ME.</div>
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JEFFERSON MEMORIAL</div>
Dakota Bearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01100285210259716346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8890071736185439098.post-90395938555316822182012-03-10T11:56:00.000-05:002012-03-10T11:56:24.888-05:00It Has Been a Long TimeIt has been a very long time since I have posted anything on this blog. Yes, I have been traveling here in the USA as well as in the world. I know I never finished writing about my marvelous trip in Egypt, so I need to finish that. I have sailed in the Greek Isles, spent time in Venice and Milan, trips to Alaska two years in a row, taking in historic Savannah, than cruising from Florida to California through the Panama Canal. WOW! There are a lot of pictures I need to go through than write my opinion of these marvelous places I have experienced.<br />
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See you back here in the very near future.Dakota Bearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01100285210259716346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8890071736185439098.post-29404810615600478722010-06-07T23:41:00.005-04:002011-03-29T00:11:35.526-04:00Trip to Egypt Segment Four<span style="background-color: black;"></span><br />
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This morning (Wednesday) we were able to sleep until six-thirty, be ready to leave the ship at eight for an hour and a half drive in a coach bus to Dendera for a tour of the Temple of Hathor. The sailing on the Nile had been delayed for two days, because the water level was too low in the Nile. During the ride to the temple we were able to see farmers and their fields of cabbages, pumpkins, sesame, cauliflower, etc. We saw the irrigation canals and diesel pumps used to dispense water. We saw the mud brick houses. We saw animals such as cows, donkeys, and horses. The donkeys were pulling small wagons of vegetation and were ridden by people. <br />
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The Temple of Hathor is magnificent, but everything had been blackened by smoke on the interior of the Temple. An ancient times many temples had become hiding places and the occupant fires caused blackening of all the interior surfaces. Today there are people in the process of trying to remove the black layers. The small areas that have been cleaned and restored reveal spectacular colors. <br />
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During lunch today we finally set sail up the Nile. The Nile is one of a few rivers in the world that flows North. Though we were sailing south, thus we were sailing up the Nile. We were able to spend sometime on the deck today taking in the sites as we sailed towards Kom Ombo. When the sun sat the temperature became very cool and chilly. We knew that sometime soon we should be going through Locks at Esna. While we are waiting our ships turn to go through the Locks, we should have an opportunity to participate in the floating market. The vendors throw an object they are selling up on the ship deck. It was very interesting seeing the floating market. Vendors in boats came up to our boat and threw their merchandise on board our boat. Than we were able to look at the item and barter a price. They would throw a pouch on board for us to put in our money. The items we didn’t want we threw back to them. They continued to try and sell their wares until they can no longer reach the boat safely because it is starting to go through the Locks. <br />
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Up to this point the temperature so far has been very pleasant. The highest it has been so far is the very low 80s one day. Outside of all the places we have toured the vendors are a bit pushy at times, the worst was the market on the exit from the Temple of Hatshepsut. They were lined up the whole length and tried to trap you from moving, so you have to keep walking and say no (laa shokran). It is fun haggling and getting a good bargain.<br />
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<a href="http://alwayslivemore.blogspot.com/2010/04/trip-to-egypt-segment-one.html">Egypt Trip Segment One</a><br />
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<a href="http://alwayslivemore.blogspot.com/2010/04/trip-to-egypt-segment-two.html">Egypt Trip Segment Two</a><br />
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<a href="http://alwayslivemore.blogspot.com/2010/05/trip-to-egypt-segment-three.html">Egypt Trip Segment Three</a>Dakota Bearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01100285210259716346noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8890071736185439098.post-10162882176882065112010-05-13T23:46:00.002-04:002010-06-08T20:34:20.769-04:00Trip to Egypt Segment ThreeWe were up early again (Tuesday) at five thirty to leave for a tour of the West bank of the Nile. You might say to yourself, 'I thought they were on vacation so why are they getting up so early everyday'. I will tell you now, it was everyday. This gave us a chance to have a nice buffet breakfast on the boat before we left every morning. It also gave us a jump on the crowds that were coming from further distances. And it gave us enough time to see the sights before the sun was too hot and be back on the boat for a great buffet lunch and time to relax on the boat. On our way to the Valley of the Kings which is on the west bank of the Nile we saw some hot air balloons.<br />
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Today we visited the Valley of the Kings and were able to go into three of the tombs. Unfortunately we were not allowed to take pictures. The tombs we entered were Ramses IV KV2, Ramses IX KV6, and Ramses III KV11. SPECTACULAR is the one word that describes it the best. The surprising things to me : the passage ways were not narrow and low; the paintings, drawings, colors and size of the tombs were spectacular, The yellows, blues, and reds the guide informed us that only one man was responsible for one color. And that is why there is a consistency in the colors. Inside the tomb of Ramses IV, as we entered on the right hand wall there is evidence of Christian occupancy by the crosses and Coptic language engraved in the wall. At the Valley of the Kings there is still a lot of excavation going on to find more tombs We also saw some pieces of pottery that had recently been discovered.<br />
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We than boarded our touring coach to visit the Temple of Hatshepsut. First we arrived at the welcoming building and took an open vehicle ride to the area of the Temple. Once at the Temple we walked up the ramps to experience all the levels. Here I saw the Pillars of Hathor and Statues of Ramses. Along with engravings and paintings. It is amazing how this Temple is built at the base of a high limestone cliff ( As a side it reminded of the Basilica at Monserrat in Spain with the high cliffs surrounding it.)<br />
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Leaving the Temple to catch the open ride back to the welcoming building we had to go through one of the many markets we saw during our time in Egypt. The vendors were very aggressive, so it helped to be able to say no thank you in Arabic. It gave us a good time to practice our bartering to get some great bargains.<br />
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Once again we boarded the tour bus one more time for a stop at the Colossi of Memnon for a photo shoot on our way back to the boat for lunch and an afternoon of relaxing on the boat.<br />
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Our scenic ride back to the boat took us past some of the housing and Nile river farmers with their donkey and cart.<br />
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During the morning the sun was shining brightly, the air was very dry and the temperature that started out rather cool at 6am had warmed up to approximately 80F by 11:30am.<br />
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That evening the dinner was buffet style with very delicious all Egyptian foods. And the passengers and crew were dressed in Galabeya attire. We were entertained during dinner by the crew singing Egyptian and Nubian songs. Later we were entertained by a Swirling Dervish and Nubian dancers. They even got us up to dance with them and to form a conga like line. It was a whole lot of fun.<br />
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<a href="http://alwayslivemore.blogspot.com/2010/04/trip-to-egypt-segment-two.html">Egypt Trip Segment Two</a>Dakota Bearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01100285210259716346noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8890071736185439098.post-76216113709530444152010-04-25T00:03:00.008-04:002010-06-08T20:36:52.071-04:00Trip to Egypt Segment Two<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The next morning (Monday) we had a three AM wakeup call to leave the hotel at four AM for the trip to the Cairo airport for a six AM flight to Luxor, Egypt. Our group consisted of sixteen people from throughout the United States and Canada plus our tour guide/cruise director. Once we arrived in Luxor, after gathering all our luggage, we boarded a Tour coach bus and went to visit the Temple of Karnak. Late in the afternoon we went to see the Temple of Luxor which was lit. Both of these Temples are spectacular sites to see. In between visiting the temples we boarded the brand new Uniworld riverboat named the River Tosca. We found the ship a bit disappointing, because the workmanship was shoddy. However the service had been great and the food was very good. <b>Note</b>: Uniworld took the boat out of service for repairs and the boat is now sailing again.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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<a href="http://alwayslivemore.blogspot.com/2010/04/trip-to-egypt-segment-one.html"> Egypt Trip Segment One</a>Dakota Bearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01100285210259716346noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8890071736185439098.post-70099529996326121472010-04-15T23:15:00.020-04:002010-04-15T23:41:40.651-04:00Trip to Egypt Segment OneThis is an adventure I was going to blog as a traveling journal in real time as it was taking place. That did not happen, even though I had written the text in advance and only had to add the pictures once I accessed the internet. Frustratingly after having bought internet time on the boat more than once I gave up the idea. They didn't have enough signal on the boat to stay connected to the internet long enough.<br />
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Our flight finally left JFK a little after midnight on Saturday November 14th for an eleven hour flight to Cairo, Egypt. We flew on a Delta plane that had us packed in the smallest seats that must exist. We were served dinner, yes dinner at one am in the morning. The flight was long and miserable. Than about what is equivalent to eight-thirty AM EST we were served a salty pizza, salad and cookies for breakfast.<br />
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Cairo was interesting to see and the Marriott Hotel were we stayed for two nights is very large. It was very interesting to see people from the Middle East, some dressed in the long robes and others in ‘Western' dress. <br />
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In the morning (Sunday) we met our tour guide also known as the tour director who would be with us throughout the entire vacation. In the morning we went to the Citadel and Mohammed Ali Mosque. In the afternoon we went to the Egyptian Museum. At the museum we saw the treasures of Tutankhamen, as well as many other interesting objects from Ancient Egypt.<br />
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<b>Interior of the Mosque of Mohammed Ali</b><br />
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In the meantime, I have been reading a lot of scrap book blogs and they were taking up a lot of room on the sidebar of this blog. Yesterday I started a new blog just about scrapbooking. The new blog is http://alwayslivemorescrapping.blogspot.com<br />
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<div id="refHTML"></div><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /><!--Session data--><input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden" /><div id="refHTML"></div>Dakota Bearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01100285210259716346noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8890071736185439098.post-25739388046491452542009-10-01T00:00:00.000-04:002009-10-01T00:00:00.743-04:00Thursday Theme=Flight<div style="text-align: center;">Flight is the theme of the week<br />So where have I been?<br />Up up in the air on a flight to Arizona<br />Seated by the window with camera in hand.<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wefpUaQNggE/SsQYmLDatdI/AAAAAAAAAiU/PYDunqPmTgc/s1600-h/IMGP2730.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wefpUaQNggE/SsQYmLDatdI/AAAAAAAAAiU/PYDunqPmTgc/s400/IMGP2730.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387458098323174866" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wefpUaQNggE/SsQaB0yaC4I/AAAAAAAAAic/Yqy81E-MCw0/s1600-h/IMGP2731.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wefpUaQNggE/SsQaB0yaC4I/AAAAAAAAAic/Yqy81E-MCw0/s400/IMGP2731.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387459672894212994" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wefpUaQNggE/SsQagyDIFEI/AAAAAAAAAik/aXB7DOhvtMk/s1600-h/IMGP2732.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wefpUaQNggE/SsQagyDIFEI/AAAAAAAAAik/aXB7DOhvtMk/s400/IMGP2732.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387460204734977090" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wefpUaQNggE/SsQa-qwVlcI/AAAAAAAAAis/pWZ3fnzI7ac/s1600-h/IMGP2733.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wefpUaQNggE/SsQa-qwVlcI/AAAAAAAAAis/pWZ3fnzI7ac/s400/IMGP2733.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387460718173197762" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wefpUaQNggE/SsQbbnSs85I/AAAAAAAAAi0/yrclmFO7Tco/s1600-h/IMGP2734.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wefpUaQNggE/SsQbbnSs85I/AAAAAAAAAi0/yrclmFO7Tco/s400/IMGP2734.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387461215459799954" /></a>Dakota Bearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01100285210259716346noreply@blogger.com31tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8890071736185439098.post-65173776569221266862009-09-24T00:00:00.002-04:002009-09-24T00:00:04.535-04:00Thursday Theme=WildLiving in a wooded area on the side of a hill sometimes can be challenging with the deer eating the vegetation I want to keep. You can read about their latest doings in the blogpost on Sept 2oth. But the pleasure of living among the wildife far out weighs the damage they do.<br /><br />Here are some pictures taken in the past year.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wefpUaQNggE/Srq8M4w42JI/AAAAAAAAAh8/2Q1piNefdtE/s1600-h/IMGP2321.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wefpUaQNggE/Srq8M4w42JI/AAAAAAAAAh8/2Q1piNefdtE/s400/IMGP2321.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384823234056738962" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">One of the deer in the herd of eight that usually pass through.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wefpUaQNggE/Srq6eX56uTI/AAAAAAAAAh0/jh3IC3ujl0M/s1600-h/IMGP2457.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wefpUaQNggE/Srq6eX56uTI/AAAAAAAAAh0/jh3IC3ujl0M/s400/IMGP2457.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384821335450630450" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">Pair of Doves</span><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wefpUaQNggE/Srq9mys8-sI/AAAAAAAAAiE/oKoe5MC2zXA/s1600-h/IMGP2674.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wefpUaQNggE/Srq9mys8-sI/AAAAAAAAAiE/oKoe5MC2zXA/s400/IMGP2674.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384824778617846466" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">Cardinal</span></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wefpUaQNggE/SrrBRQwT93I/AAAAAAAAAiM/DfK5n8-AyOw/s1600-h/IMGP1150.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wefpUaQNggE/SrrBRQwT93I/AAAAAAAAAiM/DfK5n8-AyOw/s400/IMGP1150.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384828806774388594" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">Flock of Wild Turkeys just strolling through.</span><br /></div>Dakota Bearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01100285210259716346noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8890071736185439098.post-63900892283523045042009-09-20T14:55:00.019-04:002009-09-20T15:28:56.163-04:00Visitors<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wefpUaQNggE/SrZ-y3G4uTI/AAAAAAAAAhU/FK0HwnlcWyA/s1600-h/IMGP3562.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wefpUaQNggE/SrZ-y3G4uTI/AAAAAAAAAhU/FK0HwnlcWyA/s400/IMGP3562.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383629816819398962" border="0" /></a><br />Generally we wait for an Autumn frost to come along and kill the Summer flowers, but this year the killing of the flowers is being done by four-legged visitors.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wefpUaQNggE/SrZ_O9AXpRI/AAAAAAAAAhc/A-pdzwZlrZM/s1600-h/IMGP3561.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wefpUaQNggE/SrZ_O9AXpRI/AAAAAAAAAhc/A-pdzwZlrZM/s400/IMGP3561.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383630299439015186" border="0" /></a><br />A couple of weeks ago I opened the bedroom blinds in the morning to see all the beautiful soft pink waxed begonia had been eaten out of the pot that sits on top of the well cover. They didn't touch the upright plant that was also in the pot. I guess it just wasn't part of their diet.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wefpUaQNggE/SrZ_6ZwKnCI/AAAAAAAAAhk/x5Z5n3ZMjL4/s1600-h/IMGP3566.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wefpUaQNggE/SrZ_6ZwKnCI/AAAAAAAAAhk/x5Z5n3ZMjL4/s400/IMGP3566.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383631045890055202" border="0" /></a><br />Now this morning when I looked out the dining room window I saw they had made a feast out of the four hanging plants in a seating area. They not only ate the flowers, but had strewn a couple of the pots on the ground.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wefpUaQNggE/SraBJvvs39I/AAAAAAAAAhs/H6a3B-K0-fc/s1600-h/IMGP3563.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wefpUaQNggE/SraBJvvs39I/AAAAAAAAAhs/H6a3B-K0-fc/s400/IMGP3563.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383632409003352018" border="0" /></a><br />All is not lost at the moment there are still some marigolds bordering a very small garden coming into bloom. I wonder how long it will take before they decide to eat those. Just encase you don't know who the four-legged visitors are. They are a herd of about eight deer who roam this wooded area. I spotted them in the backyard a few days ago.Dakota Bearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01100285210259716346noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8890071736185439098.post-70052122469760971812009-09-17T00:00:00.002-04:002009-09-17T00:00:01.591-04:00Thursday Theme=Over the Hill<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wefpUaQNggE/SrGWWHrn2SI/AAAAAAAAAhM/OeSrA5Nm2Ts/s1600-h/IMGP0757.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wefpUaQNggE/SrGWWHrn2SI/AAAAAAAAAhM/OeSrA5Nm2Ts/s400/IMGP0757.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382248336447756578" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">Sacre Coeur in Paris, France</span><br /></div><br />This week's theme is over the hill, now what does that mean. According to the definitions found through Google it has many meanings. It can be anyone over the age of 40 or someone who is beyond their prime to play a certain sport or someone who has lived the best part of their lives. Well I can say after the age of 40 I graduated from college with a degree in chemistry and had twenty-five years of a successful career with publications in the field of science. I can also say being over the hill I am still doing a lot of traveling in the world seeing all the places I have read about as an avid reader. As some of you know a trip to Egypt is just two months away. And China is in the next two years. So much for over the hill, it is what one chooses to make of it, I chose to make the most.<br /><br />Here are some pictures of hills taken last year as well as this year. The Sacre Coeur, pictured above, sits on a hill in Paris. One way to reach the Basilica is to walk up, up and up 234 steps. All I can say is you had better be in good shape to get there. Along the way you see many former smokers taking a much needed rest. Last year was my second time to make the walk and it is well worth it. For those who can't make the walk there is a Funicular. Another treat once you get up there is the famous artist plaza (Place du Tertre).<br /><br />St. Guilhem Le Desert was a nice stop on a rainy day on our way from Barcelona, Spain to Arles, France where we started a week cruise up the Rhone River.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wefpUaQNggE/SrGTLLKqFhI/AAAAAAAAAgc/IWmpPVY3-L0/s1600-h/IMGP0384.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wefpUaQNggE/SrGTLLKqFhI/AAAAAAAAAgc/IWmpPVY3-L0/s400/IMGP0384.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382244849869788690" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">Ruins in the hill at St. Guilhem Le Desert</span><br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wefpUaQNggE/SrGUZrZ9hOI/AAAAAAAAAgs/kvhT2rMojdg/s1600-h/IMGP0388.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wefpUaQNggE/SrGUZrZ9hOI/AAAAAAAAAgs/kvhT2rMojdg/s400/IMGP0388.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382246198553707746" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">St. Guilhem Le Desert</span><br /></div><br />These pictures of hills in New Mexico were taken on a tour to Taos while I was spending a long weekend at a book retreat in Santa Fe.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wefpUaQNggE/SrGU6vhuQUI/AAAAAAAAAg0/v8ggXqBRIag/s1600-h/IMGP2785.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wefpUaQNggE/SrGU6vhuQUI/AAAAAAAAAg0/v8ggXqBRIag/s400/IMGP2785.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382246766595686722" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">New Mexico</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wefpUaQNggE/SrGVU7M_h-I/AAAAAAAAAg8/YZyQOYP2ufc/s1600-h/IMGP2809.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wefpUaQNggE/SrGVU7M_h-I/AAAAAAAAAg8/YZyQOYP2ufc/s400/IMGP2809.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382247216406562786" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">New Mexico</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wefpUaQNggE/SrGVzYl_zpI/AAAAAAAAAhE/NcPxfWjf9o8/s1600-h/IMGP2813.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wefpUaQNggE/SrGVzYl_zpI/AAAAAAAAAhE/NcPxfWjf9o8/s400/IMGP2813.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382247739692142226" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">New Mexico</span><br /></div>Dakota Bearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01100285210259716346noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8890071736185439098.post-83668777860345736922009-09-03T11:34:00.011-04:002009-09-03T12:02:12.446-04:00Thursday Theme=Beginning<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wefpUaQNggE/Sp_nhJcGrYI/AAAAAAAAAgE/5GYyED3IlSk/s1600-h/IMGP3526.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wefpUaQNggE/Sp_nhJcGrYI/AAAAAAAAAgE/5GYyED3IlSk/s400/IMGP3526.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377271036759158146" /></a><br />Beginning is the start of something, it might be something you have never done before or it could be the return to something you have done in the past. In the past I had the most beautiful cat. Her name was Shortie. She was all white with pink paw pads. She had one blue eye and one yellow eye just like her mother, Cue. Now she didn't live a very long life. She suddenly dropped dead at the age of two and a half after running through the house. That was about five years ago, at that point I said I would never get another pet, because it was very heart breaking to lose her. Last year I saw the heartbreak of my daughter when her cat Cue was killed by a car and the heartbreak of my son when his cat Khalis had to be put down after a losing battle with cancer. But, they showed me how to start over again with another pet. My son got a cute little dog, Rachel. And my daughter got a tiny kitten, Princess.<br /><br />Well Princess had six kittens this summer and I decided to become the owner of two of them, so they could keep each other company. They are eight weeks old males. One is Black and grey striped with white paws and chest. My daughter had named him Paws and he is keeping that name. The other is Brown and chocolate striped. I have named him Bugzy, because he is such a lovebug. He loves to be cuddled up on my shoulder. I couldn't see naming him Lovebug. Imagine calling Lovebug, Lovebug where are you. Likewise Bug, Bug where are you. Therefore Bugzy is the name.Dakota Bearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01100285210259716346noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8890071736185439098.post-38916109355505549092009-08-26T23:21:00.017-04:002009-08-27T00:12:27.528-04:00Thursday Theme=LimoI have no pictures to show, even though I saw a very, very long stretch limo while I was walking in the Inner Harbor area of Baltimore last Saturday on my way to the parking garage after having dinner at Phillips restaurant.<br /><br />In the past when I was going on a flight I would use the area limo service.That involved slepping my luggage to my car, driving for over half an hour to the limo pickup place. I would than park the car all the time hoping it would still be there when I returned. Riding on the limo with a group of people I didn't know. This particular service after awhile switched from multi passenger cars to small mini buses. When one of these things hit a pothole you were lucky not to break your teeth. The last straw of taking that kind of Limo was the day I had flown back from Paris in November 2001. I had survived flying to Paris and back home by myself. We arrived back in NYC about 10pm. By the time the limo did pickup it was close to midnight. There were about three of us going to our part of Connecticut. We were unlucky to get a driver who didn't know exactly how to get us back to our stop. On the way up RT7 he started weaving. My thought was I have survived the flight, but I'm going to be in an accident. He eventually got us to our destination. That is the last time I used that service.<br /><br />Now days when I travel, I take a private limo. I pack the luggage and leave them to the porch. The limo driver arrives, puts the luggage in the trunk of the car and he drives me to the airport. They generally arrive in a Lincoln Town Car. But one time to my shock they decided to pick me up in a stretch limo. Being the only person traveling I felt totally lost. So I have requested that they don't surprise me like that again. The nicest thing when I return the driver is there waiting at the airport. He drives me home and leaves the luggage on the porch. Since I use the same limo service for the past eight years, I have come to know most of the drivers and we have some interesting conversations. Oh my, it's time to make reservations for my next trip to the airport.Dakota Bearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01100285210259716346noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8890071736185439098.post-7078386448160009542009-08-13T00:01:00.000-04:002009-08-13T00:01:01.701-04:00Theme Thursday=Festivals<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wefpUaQNggE/SoNVquhateI/AAAAAAAAAfg/hCOj5HOdRkE/s1600-h/IMGP3366.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wefpUaQNggE/SoNVquhateI/AAAAAAAAAfg/hCOj5HOdRkE/s400/IMGP3366.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369229373286823394" border="0" /></a>Village fair view from north end of the Green<br /></div><br /><br />There are numerous types of festivals: religious, political, musical, artistic and civic.<br /><br />In the early 1960s I loved reading the gothic novels written by Victoria Holt. One of the common threads in these novels was the yearly festival in the village. Everyone on the estates were all excited because they were going to take part in the festivities. The nanny or the governess, who were the heroine of the novels, were able to dress up and go into town to attend the festival. I thought this was so exciting.<br /><br />I live in a small New England town that has an beautiful Green. As anyone knows about small New England towns they are very quaint and quiet. Back in the early 1960s you knew at 6pm they “rollup” the sidewalks. About 43 years ago our town held it first village fair. This fair was held for two days on the Green. There were tents and booths that featured the different business and civic organizations in our town. There were food and drink stands. There also were craft booths. At the early village fair they even had the water dunking booth. It was an invigorating and exciting time in town for two days and than at the end of Saturday night the sidewalks were again “rolled up” for another year.<br /><br />The fair has grown over the years quite a bit. This year I was able to attend it with my two youngest grandsons and their mother. She had the thrill of watching her sons scamper all over the tank that sits at the south end of our Green. She reminisced how she had climbed all over the tank when she was a young child. Every year when I attend the village fair it reminds me about the festivals that were mentioned in the Victoria Holt novels.Dakota Bearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01100285210259716346noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8890071736185439098.post-59918054934360154382009-08-05T16:19:00.014-04:002009-08-05T23:49:58.390-04:00Theme Thursday=KissA Kiss is just a kiss or is it?<br /><br />Most of us think of a kiss as a form of endearment, but it can and has been so much more. In the Holy Bible, Judas used the kiss as a sign of betrayal of Jesus. I suppose that is where we get the term “kiss of death”. Also in the Holy Bible New Testament we are instructed to greet each other with a holy kiss.<br /><br />When traveling in Europe, especially in France, you see people greeting each other with a kiss on each cheek. And there is nothing more thrilling than having a Frenchman greet you by taking your hand and kissing it. In Paris during a trip there eight years ago I first saw lovers kissing freely on the street. It only took a few days of being there to get accustomed to that. I thought it was so romantic, than everything is romantic in Paris.<br /><br />There is nothing sweeter than the kisses you receive from a toddler or giving kisses to a baby. Even though my oldest grandson is twenty-six years old he still likes me to give him what he calls “butterfly kisses” on his cheek. Some might ask what are “butterfly kisses"? It all started when he was a baby and I would give him a very fast series of kisses on his little cheek. When he became old enough to talk, he said they felt to him like the fluttering of butterfly wings.<br /><br />Whether a kiss is given to a child, or a greeting or to a lover they all make us happy. So give someone a kiss (if you don’t believe in kisses than try a hug) today it might lower their level of stress.Dakota Bearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01100285210259716346noreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8890071736185439098.post-47482350942086052232009-07-29T23:01:00.042-04:002009-07-30T00:07:54.147-04:00Theme Thursday=ButtonIn January I did a blog critiquing <a href="http://alwayslivemore.blogspot.com/2009/01/curious-case-of-benjamin-button.html">The Curious Case of Benjamin Button</a>. So, if you would like to read it just click on the highlighted title. Instead I am displaying two grouping of different types of buttons that are a representative part of my life.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wefpUaQNggE/SnERnGY4JqI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/i4udYcNxGy0/s1600-h/IMGP3390.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wefpUaQNggE/SnERnGY4JqI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/i4udYcNxGy0/s400/IMGP3390.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364087994602497698" border="0" /></a><br />The first grouping of buttons represent the time in my life when I did a lot of sewing. When my three oldest daughters(yes, Debo Hobo is one of these daughters) were young I always made a lot of their clothes. Matter of fact at this time of the year I was very busy making all their new clothes for the start of the school year. A few days before school started my modeling daughters would put on their new clothing and act like the hallway of our house was a runway. They would prance down the hall into the living room make their turns and return to their bedrooms to change into more outfits..... Pleasant memories.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wefpUaQNggE/SnEUOd_HApI/AAAAAAAAAfY/Be9QX5wVqCk/s1600-h/IMGP3385.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wefpUaQNggE/SnEUOd_HApI/AAAAAAAAAfY/Be9QX5wVqCk/s400/IMGP3385.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364090869975024274" border="0" /></a>This second grouping of buttons are representative of my high school reunion, the town where I live and raised my five children, my professional life, my religious life, my traveling life ( Paris is my favorite city), my military mother life( third daughter served as a nurse in the Air Force at that time), my love of history and the ambiance of candles.<br /><br />Another use for buttons is embellishment on cards and scrapbook pages. I don't have a representative photo to show you. I have used buttons a few times in that capacity, but I need to do it more often. Because they add an interesting textural character to scrapbook layout pages.Dakota Bearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01100285210259716346noreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8890071736185439098.post-40898334627815894932009-07-22T23:29:00.007-04:002009-07-22T23:39:38.383-04:00Theme Thursday=ShoeWhat came to mind are a few nursery rhymes about the lowly shoe. Here they are to take you back to your childhood and enjoy.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Cobbler, Cobbler</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Cobbler, cobbler, mend my shoe.<br />Get it done by half-past two;<br />Stitch it up and stitch it down,<br />And then I'll give you half a crown.<br /></span></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;">1, 2, buckle my shoe.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;">1, 2, buckle my shoe.<br />3, 4, shut the door.<br />5, 6, pick up sticks.<br />7, 8, lay them straight.<br />9, 10, a big fat hen.<br /></span></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">There Was An Old Woman</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">There was an old woman<br />Who lived in a shoe,<br />She had so many children<br />She didn’t know what to do.<br />She gave them some broth<br />Without any bread.<br />She whipped them all soundly<br />And sent them to bed.</span><br /></div>Dakota Bearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01100285210259716346noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8890071736185439098.post-44296944150784678552009-07-16T00:01:00.000-04:002009-07-16T00:01:01.028-04:00Thursday Theme=Stage<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wefpUaQNggE/Sl6WzeDFtiI/AAAAAAAAAeM/9vaWTImFPDY/s1600-h/IMG_0437.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wefpUaQNggE/Sl6WzeDFtiI/AAAAAAAAAeM/9vaWTImFPDY/s400/IMG_0437.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358886417600984610" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">Opera d' Avignon-Pays de Vaculuse<br /></span></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wefpUaQNggE/Sl6XQWnK0MI/AAAAAAAAAeU/eIQg4DggRKc/s1600-h/IMG_0439.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wefpUaQNggE/Sl6XQWnK0MI/AAAAAAAAAeU/eIQg4DggRKc/s400/IMG_0439.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358886913821036738" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">Closeup of the upper arch of Opera d' Avignon-Pays de Vaculuse<br /></span></div><br /><br /><div style="padding-left: 14px; padding-top: 13px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(55, 93, 87);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;" >All the World's a Stage<br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">by William Shakespeare</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="padding-left: 14px; padding-top: 20px; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: center;"> <span style="font-size:100%;">All the world's a stage,<br />And all the men and women merely players;<br />They have their exits and their entrances,<br />And one man in his time plays many parts,<br />His acts being seven ages. At first, the infant,<br />Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.<br />Then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel<br />And shining morning face, creeping like snail<br />Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,<br />Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad<br />Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier,<br />Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,<br />Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in quarrel,<br />Seeking the bubble reputation<br />Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice,<br />In fair round belly with good capon lined,<br />With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,<br />Full of wise saws and modern instances;<br />And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts<br />Into the lean and slippered pantaloon,<br />With spectacles on nose and pouch on side;<br />His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide<br />For his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice,<br />Turning again toward childish treble, pipes<br />And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,<br />That ends this strange eventful history,<br />Is second childishness and mere oblivion,<br />Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything. </span></div>Dakota Bearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01100285210259716346noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8890071736185439098.post-7555605753943656802009-07-08T23:36:00.030-04:002009-07-09T00:49:32.735-04:00Theme Thursday=Ghost<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wefpUaQNggE/SlVyzl6Pj6I/AAAAAAAAAdk/ZYpiJUQnM9s/s1600-h/IMG_0159.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wefpUaQNggE/SlVyzl6Pj6I/AAAAAAAAAdk/ZYpiJUQnM9s/s400/IMG_0159.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356313562502369186" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">Medieval town of Besalu, Spain</span><br /></div><br />Ghost what can I say about them, I don't really know. I have read and been told they are friendly or menacing. Among the friendly ghosts I have seen on TV are Casper. Remember how cute he was. Another ghost I loved to watch on TV was the sea captain in the Ghost and Mrs Muir. In literature I remember the ghost in Charles Dickens the Christmas Carol. And there was Hamlet's father in the works of William Shakespeare. I wonder how many and what type of ghosts might be wondering around Besalu. These ancient walls have tales to tell, I wonder what they are.<br /><br />What is a ghost? I'm not really certain.<br />Do I believe in ghost? Yes I do.<br />Have I ever seen a ghost? I'm not certain. I can't say if it was a ghost or a spirit. Years ago I was awakened by a spirit that resembled Christ in a white robe. To this day I believe it was a visitation from the Lord. I was not frighten, but at peace when it happened. At the end I was given the answer to a question I had about another person. That's all I have to say about this subject. I'll leave you with a poem.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Our Little Ghost<br />a poem by Louisa May Alcott<br /><br />Oft in the silence of the night,<br />When the lonely moon rides high,<br />When wintry winds are whistling,<br />And we hear the owl's shrill cry,<br />In the quiet, dusky chamber,<br />By the flickering firelight,<br />Rising up between two sleepers,<br />Comes a spirit all in white.<br /><br />A winsome little ghost it is,<br />Rosy-cheeked, and bright of eye;<br />With yellow curls all breaking loose<br />From the small cap pushed awry.<br />Up it climbs among the pillows,<br />For the "big dark" brings no dread,<br />And a baby's boundless fancy<br />Makes a kingdom of a bed.<br /><br />A fearless little ghost it is;<br />Safe the night seems as the day;<br />The moon is but a gentle face,<br />And the sighing winds are gay.<br />The solitude is full of friends,<br />And the hour brings no regrets;<br />For, in this happy little soul,<br />Shines a sun that never sets.<br /><br />A merry little ghost it is,<br />Dancing gayly by itself,<br />On the flowery counterpane,<br />Like a tricksy household elf;<br />Nodding to the fitful shadows,<br />As they flicker on the wall;<br />Talking to familiar pictures,<br />Mimicking the owl's shrill call.<br /><br />A thoughtful little ghost if is;<br />And, when lonely gambols tire,<br />With chubby hands on chubby knees,<br />It sits winking at the fire.<br />Fancies innocent and lovely<br /><br />Shine before those baby-eyes,<br />Endless fields of dandelions,<br />Brooks, and birds, and butterflies.<br /><br />A loving little ghost it is:<br />When crept into its nest,<br />Its hand on father's shoulder laid,<br />Its head on mother's breast,<br />It watches each familiar face,<br />With a tranquil, trusting eye;<br />And, like a sleepy little bird,<br />Sings its own soft lullaby.<br /><br />Then those who feigned to sleep before,<br />Lest baby play till dawn,<br />Wake and watch their folded flower<br />Little rose without a thorn.<br />And, in the silence of the night,<br />The hearts that love it most<br />Pray tenderly above its sleep,<br />"God bless our little ghost!"<br /></div>Dakota Bearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01100285210259716346noreply@blogger.com23tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8890071736185439098.post-61271524819323949542009-07-02T00:01:00.000-04:002009-07-02T00:01:14.467-04:00Thursday Theme=Funky<span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">This week's Thursday theme is Funky. It is a word that is commonly used and we have a general idea what it means. So I wanted to find out what is the actual definition for the word FUNKY. For your information and mine here is the definition for FUNKY.</span><br /><br />Main Entry: 2funky Function: adjective Inflected Form(s): funk·i·er; funk·i·est<br />Etymology: funk offensive odor<br />Date: 1784<br />1: having an offensive odor : foul<br />2: having an earthy unsophisticated style and feeling ; especially : having the style and feeling of older black American music (as blues or gospel) or of funk (a slick, heavy beat that is unmistakably contemporary and irresistibly funky — Jay Cocks)<br />3 a: odd or quaint in appearance or feeling b: lacking style or taste c: unconventionally stylish : hip — funk·i·ly adverb — funk·i·ness noun<br /><br />The song that best fulfills definition two is the song Gonna to Have a Funky Good Time performed by James Brown<a heavy="" beat="" that="" is="" unmistakably="" contemporary="" and="" irresistibly="" funky="" jay="" cocks=""><br /></a><br /><a href="http://%3cobject%20width=%22425%22%20height=%22344%22%3e%3cparam%20name=%22movie%22%20value=%22http//www.youtube.com/v/-I1Gi2ZHy84&hl=en&fs=1&%22%3E%3C/param%3E%3Cparam%20name=%22allowFullScreen%22%20value=%22true%22%3E%3C/param%3E%3Cparam%20name=%22allowscriptaccess%22%20value=%22always%22%3E%3C/param%3E%3Cembed%20src=%22http://www.youtube.com/v/-I1Gi2ZHy84&hl=en&fs=1&%22%20type=%22application/x-shockwave-flash%22%20allowscriptaccess=%22always%22%20allowfullscreen=%22true%22%20width=%22425%22%20height=%22344%22%3E%3C/embed%3E%3C/object%3E"><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-I1Gi2ZHy84&hl=en&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-I1Gi2ZHy84&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></a>Dakota Bearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01100285210259716346noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8890071736185439098.post-57445308839163373402009-06-24T17:04:00.022-04:002009-06-24T17:58:27.590-04:00Thursday Theme=Summer<strong><span style="font-size:130%;">122</span></strong><br /><strong>Emily Dickinson</strong><br /><br /><br />A something in a summer’s Day<br />As slow her flambeaux burn away<br />Which solemnizes me.<br /><br /><br /><br />A something in a summer’s noon<br />A depth an Azure a perfume<br />Transcending ecstasy.<br /><br /><br />And still within a summer’s night<br />A something so transporting bright<br />I clap my hands to see<br /><br /><br />Then veil my too inspecting face<br />Lets such a subtle<br />shimmering grace<br /><br /><br />Flutter too far for me<br />The wizard fingers never rest<br />The purple brook within the breast<br /><br /><br />Still chafes it narrow bed<br />Still rears the East her amber Flag<br />Guides still the sun along the CragHis Caravan of Red<br /><br /><br />So looking on the night the morn<br />Conclude the wonder gay<br />And I meet, coming thro’ the dews<br />Another summer’s Day!<br /><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Summer Sun</span></strong><br />by Robert Louis Stevenson<br /><br />Great is the sun, and wide he goes<br />Through empty heaven with repose;<br />And in the blue and glowing days<br />More thick than rain he showers his rays.<br /><br />Though closer still the blinds we pull<br />To keep the shady parlour cool,<br />Yet he will find a chink or two<br />To slip his golden fingers through.<br /><br />The dusty attic spider-clad<br />He, through the keyhole, maketh glad;<br />And through the broken edge of tiles<br />Into the laddered hay-loft smiles.<br /><br />Meantime his golden face around<br />He bares to all the garden ground,<br />And sheds a warm and glittering look<br />Among the ivy's inmost nook.<br /><br />Above the hills, along the blue,<br />Round the bright air with footing true,<br />To please the child, to paint the rose,<br />The gardener of the World, he goes.Dakota Bearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01100285210259716346noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8890071736185439098.post-27108813168556387882009-06-18T11:32:00.026-04:002009-06-18T13:27:10.011-04:00Theme Thursday=RoofWhile I was cruising the Rhone River last Spring we had a tour of the Charity Hospital Hotel Dieu in Beaume France. One of the first things that struck me as we approached the hostital was the beautiful roof. I am currently not at home and don't have access to the pictures I took of that roof, but click on the link and you can see a picture by Levesque Kevin I found on the internet. <a href="http://imgcache.allposters.com/images/LPIPOD/BN8984_9-FB.jpg">Multi-coloured Tile roof of Charity Hospital Hotel Dieu, Beaune France.</a>Dakota Bearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01100285210259716346noreply@blogger.com10