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I flunked charm school.

So what.

Can't write anything.

= Jennifer =

Causing considerable consternation
to many fine folk since 1957

Pepper and me ... Seattle 1962

  

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= Jenny the Pirate =

Hoist The Colors

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I am a Blue Star Mother

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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

In The Market, As It Were

 

 

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Contributor to

American Cemetery

published by Kates-Boylston

A Pistol With One Shot

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.

Dying Is A Day Worth Living For

I am a taphophile

Word. Photo Jennifer Weber 2010

Great things are happening at

Find A Grave

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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REMEMBRANCE

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.

David Robert Brooks
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 Do not regret growing older. It is a privilege denied to many.

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Keep To The Code

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You Want To Find This
The Promise Of Redemption

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

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

Photo Jennifer Weber 2010

Not Without My Effects

My Compass Works Fine

The Courage Of Our Hearts

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Daft Like Jack

 "I can name fingers and point names ..."

And We'll Sing It All The Time
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    starring Nancy Kelly, Patty McCormack, Henry Jones, Eileen Heckart, Evelyn Varden
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    starring Jean Arthur, Joel McCrea, Charles Coburn, Bruce Bennett, Ann Savage
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    starring Tilda Swinton, Donald Crowhurst, Jean Badin, Clare Crowhurst, Simon Crowhurst
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    starring William Holden, Gloria Swanson, Erich Von Stroheim, Nancy Olson, Fred Clark
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    starring Cary Grant, Irene Dunne, Edgar Buchanan, Beulah Bondi
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    starring Fred MacMurray, Barbara Stanwyck, Edward G. Robinson, Porter Hall, Jean Heather
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    starring Clark Gable, Claudette Colbert
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That Dog Is Never Going To Move

~ RIP JAVIER ~

1999-2016

Columbia's Finest Chihuahua

Simple. Easy To Remember.

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Wednesday
Nov192014

Let the glory guide

So for me, when the weather cools and the humidity abates, it's time to go graving. We strike while the iron is hot.

I won't say I've done all the work I need to do in cemeteries within a twenty-mile radius of my house, but I will say that I have visited so many cemeteries in the area so many times, it doesn't feel new anymore.

The above statement is in itself strange, because in my years of graving I've learned that as much as cemeteries have in common (aside from the obvious), like the people resting in them, each is unique.

And as with most people who interest us, there is always something new to discover. All you have to do is show up; that's your job.

I would even go so far as to say that every cemetery has a distinct personality. Some, like the personalities of people we know or have known, are uplifting, even edifying. Others, for reasons one cannot always comprehend, are oppressive and dark.

So it was that on a recent Friday, searching for new old cemeterial vistas, my darling daughter Erica riding shotgun, I wended my way a hundred miles north on I-77 to spend several blissful late-day hours at historic Elmwood Cemetery in Charlotte, North Carolina. It would be my first visit -- by no means to Charlotte, but definitely to Elmwood.

From online photos, this city's Elmwood (there seem to be Elmwoods in nearly every major metropolitan area) promised a breathtaking (pardon) graving experience right out of the (appropriately ornate) gate. And we were not remotely disappointed.

There is nothing to equal the tranquility of a mature, tree-laden, parklike cemetery purposely planned and laid out in a way that can only be described as artistic, but which is also meticulously -- even fastidiously -- kept, to thoroughly bless the senses of an eager taphophile.

Even if all you're after is a nature walk, brought-along-snacks enjoyed al fresco -- respectfully, of course; no loud smacking or other raucous behavior, not a smidgen of litter left behind save perhaps a tossed-away mushy grape -- and a touch of light exercise in the fresh air, you'll find all of that and more within the peaceful confines of a smoothly-paved and well-maintained cemetery.

For me, it includes enjoyment of all of the above-mentioned delights. But the true experience I seek is very personal, so much so that I'm not sure I could articulate it. I use my camera for that, to varying levels of success.

But when at first sight it feels like warm honey drenching your soul, you know you're in for a treat. Order from chaos: that is the welcome message I feel in my bones at such times. It's realization of the want-need alignment we crave.

The normal frisson of fear and/or dread we may endure at the prospect -- however fleeting -- of our own demise, is ameliorated by the flood of beauty so flagrant and yet so unknowable, it speaks to the listening and it says: God is with us. This is His plan. It has to be all right. Fear, move along; there's nothing to see here.

Add to that a city backdrop of towering skyscrapers, long-gone ago juxtaposed with here-today and now, and the metaphor becomes a mysterious exquisite pain.

One tends to spend much of the time walking backwards -- being careful not to fall -- angling for the most effective vantage point from which to capture both the century-plus-old high monuments and the fabulous neo-gothic buildings soaring in the background.

But as Thomas Lynch reminds us: The dead don't care. It is the living -- those whose mortal eyes can still behold and whose mortal souls continue to wonder -- who revel in the beauty of a cemetery.

Autumn, for obvious reasons, is by far the most poignant time of year to embark on this sort of excursion. Spring affords lushly-hued foliage as well, but to me it lacks the drama and heartrending quality of the fall season when late-day light melts just so and one is not hampered by the constant ingestion of pollen.

It happened to be on October thirty-first that we visited Elmwood Charlotte, but the calendar fact of Halloween had zero to do with our choice of day. I sense very little supernatural about a cemetery, unless you count my fervent belief in God and the afterlife as set forth in Scripture.

As such -- and no matter what you believe about all that -- a cemetery is the most natural place in the world.

We chose to set out from Columbia after lunch, making our entrance to the gates of Elmwood at about three o'clock on the last Friday before time-change and the early dark, and the onset of a southern brand of winter.

Indeed, on the next morning much of the Carolinas saw one the earliest significant snowfalls in recorded history. But on this day in Charlotte, the temperature was ideal for a denim shirt thrown over a slip of a dress, with leggings worn for just-in-case warmth.

On the way we met a friendly person who regularly brings his dog, Greta, an Australian Shepherd, to go walkabout in Elmwood. Little-known fact: Dogs love roaming cemeteries.

We found the grave I'd come to see, the pièce de résistance, as it were: the emotional monument to Mary Norcott London Cansler, a Charlotte matron who met her maker in 1919, at the age of twenty-three.

Hers is the type of grave marker taphophile-photographers live to see and memorialize with their camera from every possible angle short of sitting on its head.

There was the profusion of late roses, their wild branches flung like bright banners over walkways strewn with hundreds, thousands, of fire-in-dying hardwood leaves.

I don't touch anything in a cemetery: what I find, if it moves me, I photograph. Should a leaf be resting just so on a tomb or marker, I record it exactly as I found it. In autumn where there is an abundance of trees, the pickings are wonderfully rich.

If you like that sort of thing.

And I do.

We'd wandered our fill and were hungry -- though not at all cold -- by the time the sun began setting over Western North Carolina and the Queen City of Charlotte, and over the crypts and mausoleums and obelisks and ethereal stone figures of Elmwood Cemetery.

It was time to point our automobile towards Columbia once again. We began our mosey gate-ward but my eyes were still anxious. I am forever scanning the landscape for angels, angels I need to see for reasons I do not understand, angels I may have missed.

Erica was busy on her phone looking for the best place to have dinner, when I said stop! and she mashed the brake (we'd only been inching along anyway, and thank heaven she looks up a lot) when I saw her.

Click to embiggen, if you dare.

She was a trifle spooky for sun-going-down time in an old cemetery on the last day of October, but there was a getaway car and besides, I could not resist her any more than you could resist a hot biscuit dripping with butter and that aforementioned warm honey.

My lens met her unseeing eyes and we communed briefly before I left her there.

Then we were gone, promising to return in the spring.

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Happy Shooting

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Tuesday
Oct282014

Daggy and the mummies ... er, mums

Yesterday -- October twenty-seventh -- temperatures soared to the mid-eighties here in the midlands.

I'd say I'm over it, but I don't like to complain (too much) about the weather.

There are better ways of spending one's time: taking pictures of Dagny.

She takes her afternoon nap here with me four days a week, leaving her mother free to tend to one or another of her housecleaning jobs.

But yesterday she wasn't sleepy when she arrived, having already enjoyed a morning nap at home.

So I dressed her in a summer outfit and took her out onto the front porch.

Dagny loves to be outside. She will be happy outside indefinitely.

Meaning that as far as that phase of the photo shoot went, she cooperated fully.

I fetched several different quilts and sheets to drape over her bouncy chair and dragged a few pots of porch mums over to add interest and texture to the photos.

Dagny is obsessed with her own hands. She constantly sucks them, chews them, examines them, and drenches them with slobber.

It's so cute, especially when she opens those big shining black eyes as wide as they'll go and looks at you as if to say: My fingers. Mine.

After awhile I began longing for indoors and the air conditioning -- Dagny would have stayed on the porch for another hour, I'm certain -- so we hauled everything back inside.

I changed her outfit, changed the background, propped her chair under my studio lights, and prepared to shoot some more.

But the change of scenery agreed with Dagny not one whit. She got mad and she started to cry.

I got one good shot but you can see the indignation writ large in her face and the tiny ghost of a tear in her eye.

It was time to give our baby a bottle and rock her gently to sleep.

Until next time,

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Sunday
Mar162014

I am To-biased

Last week I was thrilled and privileged to visit briefly with and take the picture of my great-nephew, Tobias.

That's the best shot of the sweetest kid you'd ever want to meet.

My sister Kay is Tobias's beloved "Dwamma" (Grandma) with whom he spends every Wednesday.

Several weeks ago my mother, Tobias's great-grandmother, asked Tobias how he had enjoyed his most recent Wednesday with Dwamma.

"I didn't go to Dwamma's on Wednesday," Tobias informed her.

"Why not?" said my mom.

"Because I pitched a big fit," Tobias revealed.

LOL

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Happy Shooting, Y'all

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Friday
Dec272013

To me, fair friend

Unless I'm reading an assignment or doing a paper or taking a test, I'm thinking about you.

~V.C. Andrews~

Our son was home for Christmas. Two of our three daughters, too.

And we had another guest: Andrew's lovely girlfriend, Meghan.

We're all crazy about Meg.

Or, as we call her: The Megster.

So we decided to have a photo shoot. Or two.

I need the practice and they were willing.

No, there's nothing half so sweet in life as love's young dream.

~Thomas Moore~

The first symptom of love in a young man is shyness; the first symptom in a woman is boldness.

~Victor Hugo~

To me, fair friend, you never can be old, for as you were when first your eyes I eyed, such seems your beauty still.

~William Shakespeare~

To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything and your heart will be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact you must give it to no one, not even an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements. Lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket, safe, dark, motionless, airless, it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. To love is to be vulnerable.

~C.S. Lewis~

If I had a flower for every time I thought of you, I could walk through my garden forever.

~Alfred, Lord Tennyson~

Charity suffereth long, and is kind; charity envieth not; charity vaunteth not itself, is not puffed up, Doth not behave itself unseemly, seeketh not her own, is not easily provoked, thinketh no evil; Rejoiceth not in iniquity, but rejoiceth in the truth; Beareth all things, believeth all things, hopeth all things, endureth all things.

~I Corinthians 13:4-17~

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Happy Shooting ~ Happy New Year

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Monday
Nov112013

For love of family

I had the privilege recently of photographing a beautiful family.

They are a particularly loving family.

First came an extraordinarily loving couple.

And since I find romance between a man and a woman, and familial devotion -- in that order -- to be among the most breathtaking phenomena on earth, I was eager to capture both in equal measure.

I only hoped I could.

But since most people can neither fake nor conceal joy, it turned out to be easy.

It was in their eyes.

It was in their smiles.

It was in their actions.

This family's tenderness for and trust in one another was as obvious as their shared physical likeness.

We will raise a family ...

... a boy for you, a girl for me.

Can't you see how happy we will be?

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We do a disservice to society if we ignore the evidence which shows that stable families tend to be associated with better outcomes for children.

Iain Duncan Smith

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Happy Shooting ~ Happy Week

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