tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-88636896326399595982024-02-07T19:03:52.814-06:00Photos by BeNotForgotBeNotForgothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15680626010883788138noreply@blogger.comBlogger276125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863689632639959598.post-63025224207065695572015-08-11T18:44:00.000-05:002017-08-16T18:44:46.011-05:00Waiting for the Blue Bell truck<div style="text-align: center;">
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BeNotForgothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15680626010883788138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863689632639959598.post-82166848716180300762013-06-22T20:00:00.001-05:002013-06-23T09:17:13.218-05:00Sunflowers & Super Moon<P>
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BeNotForgothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15680626010883788138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863689632639959598.post-54647123941976506392013-02-01T22:03:00.001-06:002013-02-01T22:10:59.848-06:00A Vintage View<br><p>
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This photo was taken with my new toy . . . well, sorta . . . it was actually taken <i>with</i> my trusty Canon . . . but it was taken <i><u>thru</i></u> the viewfinder of my $11 Kodak Duaflex II Camera . . . the <i>"new"</i> Kodak is shown below . . . <br>
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I have seen it said that this is the same style of vintage camera that was used by Sandra Bullock in the movie <i>Hope Floats</i> . . . <br>
<p>BeNotForgothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15680626010883788138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863689632639959598.post-8316445705171735482013-01-20T14:40:00.000-06:002013-01-20T14:40:06.667-06:00Pink Depression Glass<P><BR>
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These glasses are pink . . . and 'tis said they came with Tetley Tea in them in the 1930s or 1940s . . . one source thought they came with Lipton Tea . . . please do comment here is you have any info on this style of pink depression glass . . . thanks a bunch . . . <br>
<p>BeNotForgothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15680626010883788138noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863689632639959598.post-76629157938195922152012-06-23T13:19:00.002-05:002012-06-23T13:19:59.103-05:00Zipper Spider<p><br><div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'><a href='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CeyeHx8thLg/T-YIEH3CpcI/AAAAAAAAVzY/fudP5qSTJa8/s1600/IMG_0026.JPG'><img src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CeyeHx8thLg/T-YIEH3CpcI/AAAAAAAAVzY/fudP5qSTJa8/s400/IMG_0026.JPG' border='0' alt='' style="border:2px solid #4E2F00; padding: 10px;" /></a> </div><br>
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<center>This is what I almost walked into on my way to the mailbox!!!</center>BeNotForgothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15680626010883788138noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863689632639959598.post-22866056301331582322012-06-19T23:28:00.000-05:002012-06-19T23:30:35.773-05:00Tombstone Tuesday :: Oakwood Cemetery<div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'><a href='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5OIZTwEL7dc/T-FQ_eZRUzI/AAAAAAAAVxs/CyANGY0Cu7E/s1600/DSC03520.JPG'><img src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5OIZTwEL7dc/T-FQ_eZRUzI/AAAAAAAAVxs/CyANGY0Cu7E/s400/DSC03520.JPG' target="_blank" border='0' alt='' style="border:2px solid #4E2F00; padding: 10px;" /></a> </div><br />
<br />BeNotForgothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15680626010883788138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863689632639959598.post-77153103606589152852012-06-09T18:28:00.000-05:002012-06-10T01:30:48.281-05:00Oakwood Cemetery<div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'><a href='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimMraZ09wJGLTQAUo7LPyXC_q2Urrq3vsHYK2DE7d_bJlQzeAxhn81HK_WHmkyT5PNy-QxZSgYQmnE-P5pH4ysfp6ar7RwQU0LbMjQRqSRiwS39Hp3_qDj7JgMD2Kvxd4Orbi5DQEroQc/s1600/COOPER+DSC03238.JPG'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimMraZ09wJGLTQAUo7LPyXC_q2Urrq3vsHYK2DE7d_bJlQzeAxhn81HK_WHmkyT5PNy-QxZSgYQmnE-P5pH4ysfp6ar7RwQU0LbMjQRqSRiwS39Hp3_qDj7JgMD2Kvxd4Orbi5DQEroQc/s400/COOPER+DSC03238.JPG' style="border:2px solid #4E2F00; padding: 10px;" /></a> </div><br />
<br />BeNotForgothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15680626010883788138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863689632639959598.post-85325104209681512892012-05-20T20:11:00.000-05:002012-05-21T00:53:25.992-05:002012 Annular Eclipse<P><BR><CENTER><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJWjK2wI1lhx_EhErc8fbwLWTCqkoOZLlS9Bs1rWhNSd-82PQ_1jKbvB9NgBWK5iHQh73mfCLzeeSBc3wWIezEKURq6-U6Qio0bXVmOsfWYkFJU84mHZDyxx-9e7uOjG__dn9uGJsDo0c/s1600/DSC03108-001.JPG" target="_blank"><img style="border:2px solid #4E2F00; padding: 10px;" alt="" border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJWjK2wI1lhx_EhErc8fbwLWTCqkoOZLlS9Bs1rWhNSd-82PQ_1jKbvB9NgBWK5iHQh73mfCLzeeSBc3wWIezEKURq6-U6Qio0bXVmOsfWYkFJU84mHZDyxx-9e7uOjG__dn9uGJsDo0c/s400/DSC03108-001.JPG" /></a></CENTER><BR><P>BeNotForgothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15680626010883788138noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863689632639959598.post-87395404719956089662012-04-29T02:42:00.001-05:002012-04-29T02:44:43.150-05:00Fairy Rose & Wormwood<p><br><center><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuxAzZ-Luh2XWIWLZXZvOrb00pvMjDLr8octMTVv9QDcajeqaR_jbXjaHFdpDhc-uXinRejb4Lqy80hykyqzs_15eEReZ-VQRZx4Uw5WhntxFp-KVpYyJfWhaYUoPkAbemLPJkOiIRHH4/s1600/DSC02866-009.jpg" target="_blank"><img alt="" border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuxAzZ-Luh2XWIWLZXZvOrb00pvMjDLr8octMTVv9QDcajeqaR_jbXjaHFdpDhc-uXinRejb4Lqy80hykyqzs_15eEReZ-VQRZx4Uw5WhntxFp-KVpYyJfWhaYUoPkAbemLPJkOiIRHH4/s400/DSC02866-009.jpg" style="border:2px solid #4E2F00; padding: 10px;" /></a></center><br><p>BeNotForgothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15680626010883788138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863689632639959598.post-59788028539883178072011-11-15T21:20:00.004-06:002011-11-15T21:44:20.561-06:00Autumn Kaleidoscope<BR><P><CENTER><a href='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZOsh01nRSnQEJ-Sh6iOitCDwILyCxmSPoON4IFLn5iXgg1bnHeeReb-0cFTcG-b4VMyqHFHuRvHxxt8MtwxxONRwfbrkATtsXw8YF_6plGN24Kz3ua76wBTMhJMQh366-1ZTAWe1Qki0/s1600/DSC01328.JPG' TARGET="_BLANK"><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZOsh01nRSnQEJ-Sh6iOitCDwILyCxmSPoON4IFLn5iXgg1bnHeeReb-0cFTcG-b4VMyqHFHuRvHxxt8MtwxxONRwfbrkATtsXw8YF_6plGN24Kz3ua76wBTMhJMQh366-1ZTAWe1Qki0/s400/DSC01328.JPG' style="border:2px solid #4E2F00; padding: 10px;" /></a></center><br><p>We had searched every day for a scene such as this . . . with the kaleidoscope of autumn colors reflected in the waters . . . we came upon this oasis of tranquility on the outskirts of Boston . . . we were on our way back to Texas . . . and were stopping for a visit with Mom's cousin in Lynn, Massachusetts . . . photo taken four weeks ago today . . . on the 18th day of October . . . <br><p><center>Everything is now different as our kaleidoscope turns.<br>The colors, so brilliant, the light brightly burns.<br>We wonder at the beauty like never before.<br>The dazzling colors? We want to see more!<br><p>With each gentle turn we gaze in awe.<br>Have the leaves always been this color in Fall?<br>Have the flowers of Springtime always bloomed like this?<br>Have my family and friends always brought me such bliss?<br><p>Every day now counts. We seek something good.<br>We wish for a moment that everyone could<br>See through our eyes the joy and delight.<br>The extraordinary vision into our kaleidoscope of life.<BR><P><A HREF="http://www.wingscancerfoundation.org/kaleidoscopepoem" TARGET="_BLANK"><I>The Kaleidoscope of Life</I></A><BR>By<BR>Sandy Brown</CENTER><BR><P>BeNotForgothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15680626010883788138noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863689632639959598.post-72793430337005380772011-11-14T23:03:00.000-06:002011-11-14T23:22:53.814-06:00OOB Pier :: Guest Post by Mom<BR><P><CENTER><a href='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ibTqScBiSl0/TsH0MrmPDpI/AAAAAAAAU3g/B8EciuFC044/s1600/SAM_1056.JPG' TARGET="_BLANK"><img src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ibTqScBiSl0/TsH0MrmPDpI/AAAAAAAAU3g/B8EciuFC044/s400/SAM_1056.JPG' style="border:2px solid #4E2F00; padding: 10px;" /></a></CENTER><BR><P>This was the morning of our last full day at Old Orchard Beach in Maine . . . taken by my Mom four weeks ago today . . . on the 17th day of October . . . all three of us walked the mile to the pier that morning . . . then walked downtown for breakfast . . . then strolled back down the streets of OOB to our beach house . . . where we spent most of the day preparing to leave Maine the next morning . . . <br><p>BeNotForgothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15680626010883788138noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863689632639959598.post-65949607972382537862011-11-13T16:56:00.003-06:002011-11-13T17:04:13.224-06:0074 Beach Street<BR><P><CENTER><a href='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RUts60Po6c8/TsBLGwx3xoI/AAAAAAAAU3Q/gzJdLtk09J0/s1600/DSC00915.JPG' TARGET="_BLANK"><img src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RUts60Po6c8/TsBLGwx3xoI/AAAAAAAAU3Q/gzJdLtk09J0/s400/DSC00915.JPG' style="border:2px solid #4E2F00; padding: 10px;" /></a><br><p>74 Beach Street<br>Saco, Maine<br>photo taken 4 weeks ago today<br>on the 16th day of October</CENTER><BR><P><b>The death of Mrs. <a href="http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&GRid=27764427" target="_blank">Lizzie J. Brackett</a>, wife of <a href="http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&GRid=27764413" target="_blank">Peter Brackett</a> of Saco, occurred at her home, 74 Beach street</b>, about 5 o'clock Tuesday night at the age of 70 years and four months, after an illness of comparatively a few hours. Mrs. Brackett, who had been one of the most active and interested women in patriotic circles, was stricken with apoplexy Monday, since which time until her death Tuesday evening her condition was most critical. She was born in Scarboro, and was the daughter of <a href="http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&GRid=38405490" target="_blank">William</a> T. and <a href="http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&GRid=38405518" target="_blank">Olive</a> J. (Goodwin) Merrill, and was the oldest of a family of 11 children. Mrs. Brackett had lived for many years in Biddeford and Saco, where she has been a prominent member of the Pythian Sisterhood, the Golden Cross. She was also a member of the Christian Advent church on Hill street. She was possessed of most generous characteristics and was a friend in time of need. Besides her husband Mrs. Brackett leaves three brothers, Daniel H., George and Fred of Pine Point, and three sisters, Mrs. <a href="http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&GRid=75850396" target="_blank">Phoebe</a> Tripp of Gorham, Mrs. Nellie Sullivan and Emma Snow of Pine Point. The funeral will be Friday afternoon at 2 o'clock from the late residence. Relatives and friends invited without further notice. <i>Biddeford Daily Journal</i>, Biddeford, York County, Maine, Wednesday Evening, July 26, 1911, Page Eight.<br><p>BeNotForgothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15680626010883788138noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863689632639959598.post-52773310276563579902011-11-12T20:57:00.004-06:002011-11-12T21:04:42.204-06:00Nubble Light :: Guest Post by My Mom<BR><P><CENTER><a href='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW-H-yMEV_aF_4XttjNUBzgx9ouHbyTH5lH3gWsrmNG2PLcvKgeO38tRLdR9Trc2bqw6zMnkGW9RLuE5YcYW3CX78R1WVYkH7tn3BnS9ZAJXDiEbwXIa8617MXYFbbt1lnnkjqXbFOYW8/s1600/SAM_0952-3.JPG' TARGET="_BLANK"><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW-H-yMEV_aF_4XttjNUBzgx9ouHbyTH5lH3gWsrmNG2PLcvKgeO38tRLdR9Trc2bqw6zMnkGW9RLuE5YcYW3CX78R1WVYkH7tn3BnS9ZAJXDiEbwXIa8617MXYFbbt1lnnkjqXbFOYW8/s400/SAM_0952-3.JPG' style="border:2px solid #4E2F00; padding: 10px;" /></a><BR><P><A HREF="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cape_Neddick_Light" TARGET="_BLANK">Nubble Light</A><br>York County, Maine<br>Photo by my Mom<br>taken 4 weeks ago today</CENTER><BR><P>BeNotForgothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15680626010883788138noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863689632639959598.post-44287833121127417462011-11-10T19:53:00.003-06:002011-11-10T20:25:58.197-06:00Fairy Rose in Autumn<BR><P><CENTER><a href='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCMvznhUBsR2sy0zAVYnr3mhWqKVd_SAF86UX9oXXkQwS_qO7-fyUlkDMjTH_GrfazTeTEvte27CCGM60ipV5Jz2aTL0iGngWpOj9A9Nih5cElg-EBWBfh_WWNoLIQqpFj0bGD-ACUbUU/s1600/IMG_0045.JPG' TARGET="_BLANK"><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCMvznhUBsR2sy0zAVYnr3mhWqKVd_SAF86UX9oXXkQwS_qO7-fyUlkDMjTH_GrfazTeTEvte27CCGM60ipV5Jz2aTL0iGngWpOj9A9Nih5cElg-EBWBfh_WWNoLIQqpFj0bGD-ACUbUU/s400/IMG_0045.JPG' style="border:2px solid #4E2F00; padding: 10px;" /></a><BR><P><i>A Rose Blooming Late in Autumn</i><br><p>Rose, fair rose! why dost thou bloom<br>So lonely here? The garden's drear,<br>And thou dost give thy sweet perfume<br>But to the unconscious air.<br>Veil, then, thy bloom, and guard thy sweets<br>Till the bright hours of spring,<br>For now thy blush no Philomela greets,<br>Nor at thy closing hour thy dirge will sing.<p><hr><p><i>My Own World</i><br><p>I live in a dear little world of my own,<br>Where hope ever smiles and griefs never come;<br>And vines are enwreathing my own little bow'r,<br>That blossom and bud and are ever in flow'r.<br><p>When the wind whistles low and bright stars are shining,<br>'Mong roses and myrtles I soft lay reclining,<br>And phantoms of bliss around me then hover,<br>And, smiling, comes joy, and dimpled all over.<br><p>When the moon looks down through the leaves of the trees,<br>And the sweet breath of zephyr comes on the breeze,<br>Such whisp'rings of music steal through my bower,<br>As lightly it wooes the buds and the flow'r.<br><p>I dream that bright spirits from some far sphere<br>Have come in their love to visit me here;<br>My soul bursts its fetters and throws off its care,<br>To hold in the converse of spirits a share.<br><p>When morning, bright-gemm'd, through the gray dawn is stealing,<br>And the slumber of birds and of flow'rs is unsealing;<br>When the ripple of waters runs sparkling and clear,<br>And fresh opens the rose in the coppice-wood near;<br><p>My spirit goes forth all joyous and bright,<br>While the glory of day, in its splendor of light,<br>Bears it onward and on through the blue vault of heav'n,<br>Till it joins the mild hours that herald the even.<br><p>Then softly it seeks the horizon's pale verge,<br>Where Venus, soft pillow'd, reclines on the surge,<br>And, nestling 'raid rose-tints and dew-gems till dawn,<br>Rises buoyant and fresh with the bright coming morn.<br><p>from<br><a href="http://books.google.com/books?id=mpPUAAAAMAAJ&dq=autumn+rose+poem&source=gbs_navlinks_s" target="_blank">Autumn musings, and other poems</a><br>by<br>Elizabeth Hazard<br>J.B. Lippincott & co., 1874</CENTER><BR><P>BeNotForgothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15680626010883788138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863689632639959598.post-8035943892858422182011-11-07T17:14:00.003-06:002011-11-07T17:38:42.784-06:00OOB & Peaks Island :: Guest Post by My Mom<BR><P><CENTER><a href='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EdtyLM8iU_c/Trhmc5vEUmI/AAAAAAAAU2U/wMoQWT2gIag/s1600/SAM_0655.JPG' TARGET="_BLANK"><img src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EdtyLM8iU_c/Trhmc5vEUmI/AAAAAAAAU2U/wMoQWT2gIag/s400/SAM_0655.JPG' style="border:2px solid #4E2F00; padding: 10px;" /></a></center><BR>
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Both of these photos were done by my Mom . . . four weeks ago today . . . on the 10th day of October . . . in Maine . . . she was up early most mornings . . . and this wound up being <i>the</i> spectacular morning for color at OOB . . . we were about a mile from the pier . . . and she walked down there to capture several really nice images, including the one above . . .
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We had enjoyed our day (the 9th) at <a href="http://www.benotforgot.com/2009/08/festival-of-postcards-peaks-island.html" target="_blank">Peak's Island</a> so much that we decided to go back again . . . this time we took sandwiches and enjoyed a casual day strolling around looking for the areas where <a href="http://www.benotforgot.com/2010/02/februaries-of-our-elizabeth.html" target="_blank">our Elizabeth</a> had been photographed back in the 1920s . . . we also spent time both days looking for seaglass . . . and that is what I was doing when Mom captured the above image . . . this was while we were waiting for the ferry to pick us up for the return trip to Portland . . . <br><p>BeNotForgothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15680626010883788138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863689632639959598.post-27551626174274187962011-11-06T18:38:00.005-06:002011-11-06T19:24:31.041-06:00Bricolage :: Sunrise, Sunset at OOB<BR><P><CENTER><a href='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4Iy4g8GBAVw/Trcolci36uI/AAAAAAAAU2E/jsJGrvwy1kI/s1600/2011-10-10.jpg' TARGET="_BLANK"><img src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4Iy4g8GBAVw/Trcolci36uI/AAAAAAAAU2E/jsJGrvwy1kI/s400/2011-10-10.jpg' style="border:2px solid #4E2F00; padding: 10px;" /></a></center><BR><P><i>They were speaking French as they strolled past our beach house . . . the little girl reached for her Father's hand as she skipped along, her feet barely touching the ground . . . the sun was still playing hide and seek, as it tickled and teased the clouds and the water with brush-strokes from God's palette . . . </i><BR><P><center><a href="http://benotforgot-quotes.blogspot.com/2011/02/sunrise-sunset.html" target="_blank">Sunrise, sunset</a><BR>Sunrise, sunset<BR>Swiftly flow the days<BR>Seedlings turn overnight to sunflowers<BR>Blossoming even as we gaze</CENTER><BR><P>OK, y'all . . . this one is a double-exposure collage of two photos I took at Old Orchard Beach four weeks ago today . . . on Sunday, the 9th day of October . . . that was Columbus Day weekend . . . New England had record-breaking heat that Sunday and Monday . . . and the crowds were out at OOB . . . <BR><P>This little family caught my attention early that morning before we left for a day of touring Peaks Island . . . I did not get the camera up in time to catch the little one as she looked like she was trying to fly . . . she was flapping her arms and jumping around at the water's edge . . . in this photo you can see that her father's feet are just barely in touch with solid ground . . . he was jumping around just like her! . . . <BR><P>P.S. . . . the two photos included the beach shot of the little family . . . plus a photo-thru-the-telescope of the almost full moon that night . . . <br><p>BeNotForgothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15680626010883788138noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863689632639959598.post-46517700486987818442011-11-05T16:49:00.003-05:002011-11-05T17:38:04.235-05:00Graveyard Photo Session<br><p><center><a href='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGkQyCMI0LQduYBKRMUZbdZKrUAWiiV4Sfvy8DYbqjdNRoXlOerIgOZNRahgzspw2EcBhacEg8UrU9Laq4gUdDYxiXqtk1gvealzQhD0SB4D9_ISG2bLJmWy073Y7CaSZEjjAvrtrx9jk/s1600/DSC00303.JPG' target="_blank"><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGkQyCMI0LQduYBKRMUZbdZKrUAWiiV4Sfvy8DYbqjdNRoXlOerIgOZNRahgzspw2EcBhacEg8UrU9Laq4gUdDYxiXqtk1gvealzQhD0SB4D9_ISG2bLJmWy073Y7CaSZEjjAvrtrx9jk/s400/DSC00303.JPG' style="border:2px solid #4E2F00; padding: 10px;" /></a></center><br><p>This photo was taken four weeks ago today at the Laurel Hill Cemetery on the banks of the Saco River in York County, Maine . . . this beautiful Victorian garden cemetery is the final resting place of <a href="http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&GRid=27764360" target="_blank">my maternal grandma</a> and several of her family members . . . and it apparently a choice spot for photography sessions . . . including wedding parties! . . . I would assume the bride was planning on plenty of brilliant autumn color for her wedding photos . . . but alas, that was not to be . . . the color did not arrive in New England as <i>scheduled</i> during this Autumn of 2011 . . . nevertheless, we especially appreciated seeing <i>green</i> while away from this drought-blemished State of Texas . . . <br><p>BeNotForgothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15680626010883788138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863689632639959598.post-55039386173852953222011-11-04T18:50:00.004-05:002011-11-04T19:00:21.754-05:00OOB :: Guest Post by My Mom<BR><P><CENTER><a href='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ozoI9P7FYzs/TrR6MON055I/AAAAAAAAU1k/ZJUZ5RUKXZg/s1600/SAM_0465-1.JPG' TARGET="_BLANK"><img src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ozoI9P7FYzs/TrR6MON055I/AAAAAAAAU1k/ZJUZ5RUKXZg/s400/SAM_0465-1.JPG' style="border:2px solid #4E2F00; padding: 10px;" /></a></CENTER><BR><P>This photo was taken by my Mom . . . four weeks ago today . . . early in the morning at Old Orchard Beach in Maine . . . notice the <i>steam</i> rising from the ocean water? . . . <br><p>We visited two cemeteries that day . . . Eastern Cemetery in Gorham, Maine (where <a href="http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&GRid=75850396" target="_blank">our Phebe</a> is buried) . . . and Dunstan Cemetery in Cumberland County, Maine (where <a href="http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&GRid=38405490" target="_blank">Phebe's parents</a> and assorted kith 'n kin are buried) . . . and my photos from that day are mostly boring cemetery shots . . . so Mom is providing the photo for today . . . Thanks, Mom!<br><p>BeNotForgothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15680626010883788138noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863689632639959598.post-35448921137313845512011-11-03T17:40:00.004-05:002011-11-03T18:08:14.427-05:00OOB Memories<BR><P><CENTER><a href='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiP-Wsvx3WUujkWofoxyu2dHtqCX1egCoMS-DbQExbKNHLsHV9uKCoMspVDyEzz75D7edIc_1_mJXmaMl79yvPIQEIwVeakFp5hRtXWFT126FAryuiuCoTnjFdDcckOnevHMeq0fEguOM/s1600/IMG_0009-2.JPG' TARGET="_BLANK"><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiP-Wsvx3WUujkWofoxyu2dHtqCX1egCoMS-DbQExbKNHLsHV9uKCoMspVDyEzz75D7edIc_1_mJXmaMl79yvPIQEIwVeakFp5hRtXWFT126FAryuiuCoTnjFdDcckOnevHMeq0fEguOM/s400/IMG_0009-2.JPG' style="border:2px solid #4E2F00; padding: 10px;" /></a></CENTER><BR>
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I took this photo four weeks ago today . . . on the 6th day of October . . . which was the first day we arrived at our temporary <i>home away from home</i> (for two weeks) at Old Orchard Beach in Maine . . . that's my Mom standing at the water's edge . . . and I am standing on the balcony of our beach house . . . <BR><P>BeNotForgothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15680626010883788138noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863689632639959598.post-38093388193133574862011-09-27T13:46:00.006-05:002017-09-27T12:36:54.730-05:00Blue Damselflies<br />
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I <i>think</i> mayhaps I captured images of both the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Common_Blue_Damselfly" target="_blank">Common Blue Damselfly</a> . . . as well as the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Azure_Damselfly" target="_blank">Azure Damselfly</a> . . . they were <i>swarming</i> around some white-flowering weeds in my yard (similar to baby's breath) . . . such a nice unexpected surprise!<br />
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BeNotForgothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15680626010883788138noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863689632639959598.post-31905157836761021332011-09-19T23:16:00.002-05:002011-09-19T23:18:37.262-05:00UV Protector<BR><P><CENTER><a href='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Vv6B3bJbbaY/TngTlKf19-I/AAAAAAAAU0g/SkUsW4GkOb8/s1600/IMG_0004.JPG' TARGET="_BLANK"><img src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Vv6B3bJbbaY/TngTlKf19-I/AAAAAAAAU0g/SkUsW4GkOb8/s400/IMG_0004.JPG' style="border:2px solid #4E2F00; padding: 10px;" /></a></CENTER><BR><P>BeNotForgothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15680626010883788138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863689632639959598.post-35957033886975647052011-09-18T22:07:00.004-05:002011-09-18T22:12:22.133-05:00Bricolage :: Unidentified Tweeter<BR><P><CENTER><a href='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlK4qfGZq7o0VHO6vLwwBZ2Tx8cmtAxCqZwf_PE7MvmupPhPCNTr-3Ca8UFxA_uHt1NtBMNjWVmhd4cpPyVG9VyvgbxrQFV_uTnNqVk-_HTid4q_crbnqjHNC7Ak3BHPuaYZUhRZAPxXA/s1600/IMG_0084.jpg' TARGET="_BLANK"><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlK4qfGZq7o0VHO6vLwwBZ2Tx8cmtAxCqZwf_PE7MvmupPhPCNTr-3Ca8UFxA_uHt1NtBMNjWVmhd4cpPyVG9VyvgbxrQFV_uTnNqVk-_HTid4q_crbnqjHNC7Ak3BHPuaYZUhRZAPxXA/s400/IMG_0084.jpg' style="border:2px solid #4E2F00; padding: 10px;" /></a></CENTER><BR><P>BeNotForgothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15680626010883788138noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863689632639959598.post-56946915457730028082011-09-17T19:49:00.003-05:002011-09-18T11:28:53.027-05:00Bricolage :: Cat Portrait<BR><P><CENTER><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/BeNotForgot/20110917' TARGET="_BLANK"><img src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6-vourTtJWk/TnVAHZTljkI/AAAAAAAAU0I/pupco7IhE3M/s400/IMG_0232-2.jpg' style="border:2px solid #4E2F00; padding: 10px;" /></a></center><br><p>Clicking on the <i>oil portrait</i> of Cisco the six-toed cat will open an online Picasa album containing the photo I created this portrait from . . . as well as a <i>mother and daughter</i> portrait . . . and the original photo for that image . . . I finally captured a family photo of Momma Kitty and her babies, but it is not very good . . . unfortunately, they did not give me a choice of location when they lined up for me today . . . <P><BR>BeNotForgothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15680626010883788138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863689632639959598.post-47137508076108581632011-09-16T20:20:00.003-05:002011-09-16T20:34:41.835-05:00Happy Birthday, Riley<BR><P><CENTER><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/BeNotForgot/20110916Riley' TARGET="_BLANK"><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibxMoxbMROQB4cjz9w3m6s4yOJnTiOm4kzRSG-sglDPd4uF48XGc2OQxAbzvkY3icCJ56lUrJvgWI-hH7N4zhN10QPUoGj3nhH-KQsmz36vgX6nvMwn2XNd6DE30X0Gjcu9zuCFrZJjIQ/s400/IMG_0091.JPG' style="border:2px solid #4E2F00; padding: 10px;" /></a></center><BR><P>This is Riley watching the news on TV . . . there was a story today about a puppy falling into a three foot deep crack in the backyard where it lived . . . lots of cracked yards around here, caused by the severe drought conditions here in Texas . . . anyway . . . the puppy did a <i>lot</i> of yelping as it was being rescued . . . and Riley ran for the TV every time he heard it . . . <br>
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Clicking on the photo will take you to an online Picasa album containing today's photos of Riley which were taken for his 4th birthday . . . he is spoiled rotten as it is . . . but he got special treatment today, including extra chicken jerky treats (he always says <i>please and thank you</i>) . . . and a serving of his favorite Blue Bell Homemade Vanilla Ice Cream . . . <BR><P>BeNotForgothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15680626010883788138noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863689632639959598.post-40634729343598370182011-09-15T18:18:00.002-05:002011-09-15T18:27:35.477-05:00Pensive Mitten Kitten<br><p><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/BeNotForgot/20110915' target="_blank"><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinPfbjgN0HgUuaXs9utPwiexe41H_ogtahZ62LdrZEtC6H1kRaVldAObcdO34T6XaFtNE_3hnM_ZmNPae29UWKF-GSykIoPzvU95GVRNL2euVZVcfCBftP5NcdRE-_R-h46NzcEaESNd0/s400/IMG_0225.JPG' style="border:2px solid #4E2F00; padding: 10px;" /></a><br><p>Clicking on the photo will take you to an online Picasa photo album containing assorted <i>mitten kitten</i> photos taken today.</center><br><p>BeNotForgothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15680626010883788138noreply@blogger.com2