Lest We Forget

Lest We Forget

For the Fallen
Image © Walker – @WalksOnWalls [All right reserved]

With proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children,
England mourns for her dead across the sea.
Flesh of her flesh they were, spirit of her spirit,
Fallen in the cause of the free.

Solemn the drums thrill: Death august and royal
Sings sorrow up into immortal spheres.
There is music in the midst of desolation
And a glory that shines upon our tears.

They went with songs to the battle, they were young,
Straight of limb, true of eye, steady and aglow.
They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted,
They fell with their faces to the foe.

They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.

They mingle not with their laughing comrades again;
They sit no more at familiar tables of home;
They have no lot in our labour of the day-time;
They sleep beyond England’s foam.

But where our desires are and our hopes profound,
Felt as a well-spring that is hidden from sight,
To the innermost heart of their own land they are known
As the stars are known to the Night;

As the stars that shall be bright when we are dust,
Moving in marches upon the heavenly plain,
As the stars that are starry in the time of our darkness,
To the end, to the end, they remain.

Robert Laurence Binyon (1869-1943)

The poppies are an installation on the old war memorial in Nelson Lancashire and the soldiers are different images taken of the soldier on the war memorial in Slaidburn in Lancashire.

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1980 Dodge St. Regis

1980 Dodge St. Regis

View On Black

Every cloud has a silver lining.

My Dodge Magnum was parked in the driveway, when my Mom’s 85 year old friend came to pick her up. Nobody is real sure what happened, but I suspect the gas pedal was mistaken for the brake. The Magnum was sandwiched between the garage and the misguided 94 Ford Tempo. Fortunately nobody was hurt and not even the 64 Imperial, inside the garage, was harmed. The poor Tempo was a complete loss. Kent’s autobody restored my Magnum to better than before condition. I mentioned the possibility of helping to find a Tempo replacement to a friend and seconds later images were flying by on the computer screen. I yelled out "Wait! what was that?" A small shadowy picture of this car in a driveway caught my eye. This car and tons of South Dakota dust became mine about Thanksgiving time 2009.

www.flickr.com/photos/greggjerdingen/collections/72157631…

Posted by DVS1mn on 2010-12-28 05:03:25

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80 Dodge St.Regis

80 Dodge St.Regis

View On Black

Every cloud has a silver lining.

My Dodge Magnum was parked in the driveway, when my Mom’s 85 year old friend came to pick her up. Nobody is real sure what happened, but I suspect the gas pedal was mistaken for the brake. The Magnum was sandwiched between the garage and the misguided 94 Ford Tempo. Fortunately nobody was hurt and not even the 64 Imperial, inside the garage, was harmed. The poor Tempo was a complete loss. Kent’s autobody restored my Magnum to better than before condition. I mentioned the possibility of helping to find a Tempo replacement to a friend and seconds later images were flying by on the computer screen. I yelled out "Wait! what was that?" A small shadowy picture of this car in a driveway caught my eye. This car and tons of South Dakota dust became mine about Thanksgiving time 2009.

Posted by DVS1mn on 2011-03-23 02:38:29

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Birds on a wire

Birds on a wire

There was a family of several of these beautiful Mourning Doves the other day, 16 July 2014, along one of the gravel roads just within the SW city limits. I’ve never yet seen one perched on a fence post, but always way up on a high wire. Not as sharp as I would have liked.

"A graceful, slender-tailed, small-headed dove that’s common across the continent. Mourning Doves perch on telephone wires and forage for seeds on the ground; their flight is fast and bullet straight. Their soft, drawn-out calls sound like laments. When taking off, their wings make a sharp whistling or whinnying. Mourning Doves are the most frequently hunted species in North America.

The Mourning Dove is the most widespread and abundant game bird in North America. Every year hunters harvest more than 20 million, but the Mourning Dove remains one of our most abundant birds with a U.S. population estimated at 350 million. The oldest known Mourning Dove was 31 years 4 months old." From AllABoutBirds.

www.allaboutbirds.org/guide/mourning_dove/lifehistory

Temperatures got up to around 32C or 33C three days ago. My desk thermometer said it was 32C in my computer room, so I knew I just had to get out for a while, to enjoy the air-conditioning in my car. The backroads SW of the city come in handy when I don’t want to spend too much time on a drive, and I can usually find something of interest to photograph. Didn’t see a whole lot this time, though I did see a Swainson’s Hawk perched on a high power pole and the gorgeous Wilson’s Snipe that I posted the day before yesterday. Think the Hawk must have been the same one that I have photographed before. It was just so laid back, letting me walk past it along the gravel road, so that I wasn’t looking into the sun. Now if only it would perch on a fence post instead : )

Today, the sun is shining, but there are some grey clouds up there. I predict rain – the reason is that yesterday, I washed my car for the first time in several months, and after I’ve done this, it almost always rains (or snows). My arms and shoulders have been just too painful to do this before, but I managed OK yesterday. I have two long drives coming up in the next little while (both of which I’ve never done before – yikes!), so I wanted to get rid of the awful build-up of dried mud and gravel dust. Driving the gravel backroads, which I love to do, means that I rarely have a clean car 🙂

Posted by annkelliott on 2014-07-19 16:29:47

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