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| Friday, 2-Apr-2004 00:00 |
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Photo Challenge....Week 17....Color
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The color is YELLOW....YELLOW= HAPPY
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| Thursday, 1-Apr-2004 00:00 |
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He's Back!!!!
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The hummingbird that comes here every year is back. It must really be spring
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| Wednesday, 31-Mar-2004 00:00 |
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My Desktop Photo
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I usually use a picture of my grandkids for my desktop, they get a kick out of seeing their picture on my computer when they come to visit and I like to see their faces when I have my computer on.This week it is Camille's turn. I took this a couple of weeks ago when we went camping and motorcycle riding. This is an idea from Beth for everyone to share a picture of their desktop picture.(See Community-Subject Desktop)
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| Tuesday, 30-Mar-2004 00:00 |
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Water is Wonderful
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For Fishing
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For Listening To
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For Camping By
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| Monday, 29-Mar-2004 00:00 |
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Me and my Shadows
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My Granddaughter and Me
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Even the ground makes it's own shadow
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Bike Shadow
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| Sunday, 28-Mar-2004 00:00 |
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Sunday Morning
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My Grapes
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My Willow Tree
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My Lilacs, Ummm they smell so good
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And Everything is GROWING
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| Saturday, 27-Mar-2004 00:00 |
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New Addition
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The newest addition to our family, Sydney, the cockatiel. Still a little shy but very loving and fun.
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| Friday, 26-Mar-2004 00:00 |
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Utah Scenes # 3
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Snowy Day
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All that is left of an abandoned town
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Wonderful Fishing Stream
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| Thursday, 25-Mar-2004 00:00 |
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Bougainvillea in Bloom
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| Wednesday, 24-Mar-2004 00:00 |
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Photo Challenge...Week 16....Poetry
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TREES....by Joyce Kilmer
I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth's sweet flowing breast;
A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
A tree that may in summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;
Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree,
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