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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
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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
Photo Jennifer Weber 2010
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1999 - 2016
Columbia's Finest Chihuahua
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2017 - 2021
My Tar Heel Granddog
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~ RIP RAMBO ~
2008 - 2022
Andrew's Beloved Pet
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Sunday, July 25, 2010 at 12:44AM We left First Baptist Church of Columbia late in the day after a wedding on June 5, 2010.
I love the shadows cast everywhere by the building's crisp, clean, modern interpretation of classic Greek Revival architecture.
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Happy Sunday!
Saturday, July 24, 2010 at 12:44AM 
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Down by the ocean
Where water's in motion
Grackles tilt an eye
To weather and the sky.
Likely the notion
Life's only an ocean
Suits the grackle just fine
In breezy-warm sunshine.
But when the ocean
Inspires cold devotion
Grackles do a dance
Feet nimble with romance.
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Thursday, July 22, 2010 at 11:44PM The sky changes so quickly!
Especially at sunset. Especially in summer.
I took these pictures from my backyard on July 14, 2010.
Click to slightly embiggen!
8:15:12 ...
8:16:22 ...
8:16:58 ...
Happy Friday!
Jennifer
I feel a bit foolish. Last night when I posted these pictures I couldn't understand why the sky looked so similar in the first and third photos and so dramatically different in the middle one.
I stared for ages and was unable to explain it but something didn't look right to me. Nevertheless, the times at which they were taken don't lie.
But since I have been unceremoniously awoken and dragged from my bed to investigate the protracted strangled incessant barks of an unidentified dog literally OUTSIDE MY BEDROOM WINDOW at three o'clock in the morning, I have examined these pictures again.
I realize now that in the middle picture I zoomed in on the bright yellow clouds. It's basically the same as the first and third shot, only magnified. You can tell by the trees.
So maybe the sky didn't change so quickly as I had thought. Sorry about that. I feel silly. Still, it was pretty.
The dog has removed his cacophonous self from the premises so I'm going back to bed.
Wednesday, July 21, 2010 at 11:44PM Emma Chambers and Dawn French in one of the funniest clips ever, from The Vicar of Dibley (1994).
Tuesday, July 20, 2010 at 06:44PM 
I wish you could hear my granddaughter, Allissa, talk. Well, actually she babble-talks. Incessantly.
Allissa turned two in April. Linguistically she's on a par with a university freshman after a keg party.
The term "punch drunk" comes to mind. Words are her hooch.
Like for example, she has this book called Seek and Find Colors that literally you cannot show her enough times.
It contains approximately eighteen thousand pictures of animals, insects, plants, foods, and assorted other items ... all conveniently (and often creatively) color coded.
The idea is for the little kid to learn colors and objects all at one time. Like, a lemon is yellow so the lemon will be on the yellow page.
It's easy! I caught on the first time she showed it to me.
But what's so hysterical when it comes to Allissa is to watch her with that pointer finger at the ready, intently eyeballing the book, waiting to touch the object you name.
Or, if you want to skew the paradigm, you can do the pointing and ask her to do the identifying.
That's when the situation becomes almost unbearably adorable, inducing (for me anyway) a sensation of exquisite pain.
It goes thusly:
Q. Lissy, what color is this page?
A. Geen!
Green. I hope even if I live to be too old to laugh and cry at the same time (something I'm very good at ... perhaps because I practice so much), I will never forget the way Allissa says "green."
Geen!
On the wed red page, amid the strawberries and the roses and the tomatoes and the patent-leather maryjanes, there's a certain tiny bug with black dots on its back. Actually there are about fifty of them.
She zeroes in on the critters almost before you can ask the question.
Q. What're those, Liss?
A. Yaybug. Nuh yaybug ... nuh yaybug ... nuh yaybug!
Ladybug ... another ladybug ... another ladybug ... another ladybug!
I do not have words to describe the way it sounds. Nor have I made a YouTube.
Suffice it to say, the earnestly-innocent-precocious-cuteness factor goes out of the stratosphere and into the next galaxy, where reside such relentlessly awwwww-worthy things as beagle puppies, baby elephants, and yellow chickies newly hatched.
So today when I was at the store and I saw a ladybug-themed windchime for five dollars?
And I was in the market, as it were?
I bought it and, upon arriving home, I installed it.
Every time I look at it I hear that sweet little voice.
Yaybug! ... nuh yaybug nuh yaybug nuh yaybug!
I wish everyone in the world could hear her say it at least once. Before she learns how to pronounce her l's and d's and th's and r's like a big girl ... and her two-year-old yaybug-loving self is gone forever.
