Some of the formal pictures from Jeff and Monica’s wedding.
Note the size of Monica’s family!
Before I forget, I should thank Shannon for being my photo assistant on this day.
Up next: Reception photos!!
Here are this week’s submissions for DRY:
Dawn’s poetry submission:
Dry
The wind blows through the Sahara of my mind
I’m reaching out but now your love’s gone blind
It took so long to reach my heart’s turning point
Now it lies in your hands not to disappointMy garden is ready now to grow and bloom
The weeds have died and my heart has made room
Please don’t say your love is withered and dry
Let’s tend our flowers and let our love grow high
So I’ve been to the treehouse where the Random Theme Generator or RTG as his friends call him where he spends his sabbaticals. I put a coin in the slot. Pulled the handle. RTG spit out the following excellent theme for this week:
I’m very excited for this theme. I think there should be many good exceptions. After all, everybody has a shadow.
Last week’s theme ODD CAMERA ANGLE worked up the creative juices of more people than I was expecting. That makes me even more pumped for next week!
Dawn’s poetry submission:
Odd Angle
You may say that I’m a cynic
that I should visit a clinic
or maybe that I judge too much
but sadly life has made it suchMaybe I’m a little jaded
Personality has faded
But it’s what’s hidden deep inside
that I can’t continue to hidePerhaps I’m more aware these days
overly cautious with my ways
To watch a world falling apart
It’s time now for a brand new start
Only 12 weeks left in this humble experiment. Only 12 Themes left. It is probably time to consider whether or not this little project will return for another 52 weeks. Leave your feedback on this quandary in the comments section of this entry.
If you are pro RWPE Year 2, feel free to also leave suggestions for possible Themes for next year.
I’ve been out to the woods where the log cabin that protects the Random Theme Generator is protected from the elements. I adjusted its solar panels. It caught a glimpse of the sunlight, powered on and spit out the following theme for this week:
An interesting theme. I hope this is a theme that continues to fire the imaginations of those that entered in the past and those that wish to enter for the first time in the future.
I co-hosted a Baby Shower for Baby G. with Sara a couple months back. Sara wanted a photobooth for the shower, so I made a makeshift one in her garage. It worked well enough and we were able to use the pictures in a book of baby advice for them as a present when Baby G. came into this world officially.
Here are a few other pictures from the photo booth:
Even though these pictures are only a couple of months old, they just feel really dated!
I might have to tweak the photo booth idea again in the future, but it does need quite a bit of tweaking.
Looks like Shannon and Angie did find RWPE addictive. They submitted again for last week’s theme FACE. However, submissions were kind of light this week. Perhaps not as many people know people with faces as I would have suspected.
Here are the submissions for FACE:
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Angie DeWaard
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Shannon Bardole
I’ve been up to the 5th floor penthouse that houses the Random Generator. It was fired up and spit out a good topic for this week:
There are several ways to interpret this theme, so I will be excited to see the submissions!
I’m very excited to announce that there were 3 brand new first time contributors. Shannon Bardole, Angie Dewaard and Geri Derner all contributed photos for the first time ever. Hopefully they will find it addictive and become regular contributors.
Here are this week’s submissions for HOPE:
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Geri Derner A
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Geri Derner B
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Dawn Krause
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Shannon Bardole
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Angie DeWaard
Looks like Dawn has gotten back on the writing horse! Here is her poetry contribution:
Walls Against Hope
Hope is a diabolical trade
it sets the heart and soul to be played
a chance for broken dreams to be filled
compromising the soul to be killedIf I told you how I felt today
would you take those thoughts and run away
or would you stay to comfort my heart
and give me reason to trust our startThe music sounds different to my soul
there’s part of you that makes me whole
If my heart trusts to reveal that thought
would the fulfillment be all I’ve soughtWalls against hope are in our nature
keep us from rising up in stature
Secret desires, wishes to fill
to let them out is a bitter pill
I’ve been down to the cave where the Random Theme Generator is housed. I answered its riddle and it gave me the theme for this week:
This is another great and easy theme. After all, everybody has a face or at least they know somebody that has a face. I hope to see many contributions next week. Hopefully some new faces as well. (Terrible pun intended.)
On Sunday I got together with Shannon to take pictures of her new haircut.
Lots of these pictures don’t show off the new do, but they were taken at the same time.
Shannon also did some turtle wrangling for me on a Personal Photo Project that will be published sometime in October. In this task she performed admirably. I also helped her buy a new camera. So I have no doubt that she will be able to contribute a picture to RWPE sometime in the near future.
Small people talk about other people.
Average people talk about things.
Great people talk about ideas.
When I first began my sentence with the Boone Outpost of the Evil Clown Empire, there was a ludicrous sign posted in the crew room that had this observation written on it. I’m not sure who put the sign up or who they were trying to fool or how much they were trying to lie themselves, but the wage slaves of this joint were at least 60% high school students or middle aged women. Talking about other people is what high school students and middle aged women do.
If that sign is to be believed, I hang out with lots of “small people” because when my entourage and I are hanging around the Photography 139 water cooler, a popular topic of conversation is: “What is the dumbest thing Shannon Bardole has ever done?”
Recently Shannon took this topic of discussion off the table forever. Recently Shannon did something so foolish, so ill-conceived that there is no longer even the minutest amount of room for debate.
When I moved into my humble abode I found a few things that the previous occupants left behind. Amongst those things was two jars of pickles.
My first (and the only rational inclination) was to dispose of these potentially toxic inedibles in the nearest refuse bin and forget that they ever existed.
I did not do what logic and safety dictates because Shannon insisted that she would like to try these homemade pickles that she had no information on. I mostly thought she was blowing hot air as people are prone to do, but I maintained ownership of the pickles just in case.
On the night of my Birthday Barbecue she did in fact remove a pickle from this jar and eat at least 50% of the pickle.
That was over a month ago and last I knew Shannon was still alive, but eating a pickle from this jar is still “The Dumbest Thing Shannon Bardole has Ever Done”.
On a completely unrelated note, she also recently jumped out of a plane. Here are some pictures:
The Pilot Explaining Aviation to Todd
Photographing Another Skydiver
Peggy Photographing Another Skydiver
It is surprising what passes for “Authorized Activities” in this day and age.
Shannon did not get to jump on the first day because it was too windy and she is too Lilliputian.
Oh, I have slipped the surly bonds of earth,
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward I’ve climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
Of sun-split clouds…and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of…wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence. Hov’ring there,
It is hard to figure out what happened in the previous picture, so hopefully this helps.
I’ve chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air.
Up, up, the long, delirious burning blue
I’ve topped the windswept heights with easy grace
Where never lark, nor even eagle flew.
And while with silent, lifting mind I’ve trod
The high untrespassed sanctity of space…
…put out my hand, and touched the face of God.
I should have found a longer poem.
Seems Like a Fist Bump Might Have Been in Order Here
This is kind of a random image. Todd wanted me to take a picture of the barbed wire, so here is that picture.
Every 100 or so posts, I like to make a list of the most popular pictures on this blog.
Here is the list of the 10 most popular photos in the Artistic Gallery.
The 10 Most Popular Pictures in the Snapshots Gallery.
3. Jesse and I at the Surf Ballroom
4. Jesse Kissing the Blarney Stone in Emmetsburg
5. Shannon reading map in Backbone
5. Jen and Shannon making a deal at a Bonne Finken Concert
5. Cousin Amy, Sara and Jen at a Bonne Finken Concert
If you want to see how this list has changed since the last time I posted it follow this link:
I will check this out again in another 100 Journal Entries.
One other thing…
If you would like a Username and Password for either of the galleries, send me an email with what you would like your username and password to be, and I will get you set up.
Having an account to the Galleries allows you to Rate, Favorite and Comment on Pictures. Plus, it allows you access to the “Secret” Albums.