The Flood of 93 caused alot of loss, I live outside a town that had to relocate the entire town and start over, because of this flood. I did not live here at the time. They moved the entire town to the top of the bluffs. The town is called Valmeyer, Illinois My house was flooded to the second floor. The owner decided not to take the buyout, he rebuilt the house, it was the family farm. He never lived in it again, they moved to the new town. This brings back memories of the flood when people drive by Water line . Mikes' is a popular hang out for the kids, they have ice cream, a little deli and convienence store, plus you can get gas. Mike is also the local mechanic. Here is his place after the flood Mikes' after here it is now Mikes' now at its new location. Driving out where the town was, was very depressing when I first moved here, all the homes decimated with numbers painted on them to show that they were to be torn down. Now you see the occasional farm buildings but no house. The majority of the farmers still farm their ground they just don't live there. This family rebuilt after the flood, but this winter the house burned, they are too old to rebuild. fire. Nothing was ever done with this place Over grown. This was a million dollar hog farm, renovated just before the flood Hog farm. The new town now welcomes you Welcome sign. If you want a little more info you can find it here http://www.conradol.com/valmeyer.html Sorry this is so long. Have a great afternoon! :o)
Loss of Patrons
Driving down the road with a friend on a gorgeous May day, she said she had a place she would just love for me to photograph. We arrived, pulled off the road and got out. I saw what she wanted a picture of. A hand-crafted swing made by the loving parent for their kids and eventually their grandkids.
Only on this hot day, the lonely swing had lost it's patrons. It sat there paitently waiting for their return. Waiting for school to be out and for the day the wood would again bend slightly under the weight of a child swinging and giggling with delight.
But as I photographed it in all its past glory, it was alone.
If Gramma makes it to September 21, 2007, she'll be 100 years old. Last time I saw her, I couldn't believe how small and frail she had become. When she dies, it will be a loss I cannot put into words.
This is anticipated loss because for the first time, I'm not sure she'll live to see her 100th birthday. She's been ready to go home for years and I think God might finally be ready to call her home. Her prayers might be answered soon.
Isn't it amazing the energy children have, was watching grand daughter the other afternoon and do believe she could have stayed active for quite a while doing this ~~~, I got tired just watching her...
Sorry, thought I had the last pic sized right but you may to need to use Ctrl N....
Lost (in NYC)
Bryant Park on a sunny Sunday morning is a great place to get lost in a book...
Your family will need a portrait (for the back of the milk carton) in case you ever get lost ...
When old buildings are allowed to fall into disrepair, lots of interesting history is lost ...
If the Coney Island redevelopers get their way, big chunks of our cultural heritage will be lost ...
I wonder if anyone has ever lost thier lunch up there ?
lost willpower is a common occurrence at the concession stand ...
It's very easy to get lost in the crowd...
(Olympus E-500 w 14-54mm lens, split-toning in Adobe Lightroom)
*THANK YOU Pablo, for a great afternoon at Coney Island....I had a wonderful time hanging out with you and Viktoria **
They All Tell a Story...They lost their life to a hunter.
I have a story to tell
I am not an ordinary cat - bobcat
I will tell you...
Let me tell you...
Mothers do not become mothers alone. I honor fathers. Whether children have grown in your heart or in your belly I honor you today.
We all fall short. Some of my parents weaknesses have become the beginning of my strengths.
I have fallen short, for those who have loved and parented my children in ways I could not or at times I could not, Thank you.
For all the mother's who's children did not come home, from school, or across the street, from the hospital or from a war - I honor you.
As I was beginning to write this - a veteran's honor song came on - Black Lodge Singers "for those that made it home", my oldest son made it home. I rejoice just as my heart sings out for those who made the ultimate trip home.
We all need to be nurtured.
The faith of a child.
Here's my first slideshow
Loss of visability on a early morn...
~ LOSS ?? ~
** No, he was not hurt in the making of this photo !!
Canon 20D 70-200mm 4.0 L USM
Exposure: 0.001 sec (1/800)
Focal Length: 200 mm
It's in the wind. It's in the sky. It's in the grass. It's in the water. It's in the walls (or lack thereof). It's in the rust... and the discards from the big K. (just eerie) It's in the loss of freedom or out of sheer desperation. It's in the sale of faith--our home away from home (a church that has lost too much already and can't afford to rebuild here)... It's in the signs that haven't changed in two years.
There is hope. We will rebuild. :)