He was, I have several of his albums. I mean more then just his christmas stuff. He had one of those voices that was hypnotizing.
We went out yesterday to take some photos for this year's Christmas Card. This is one of the first ones I took.
I mounted and framed a poster for my niece, and one for my nephew. The posters were smaller than the frame, so I used glitter tape as a backing to add shine, and some glitter stickers to add, um, pizazz.
Virginia's gorgeous at any time of the year, but especially during the fall months. The mountains and forests around here turn into living, breathing artwork with a huge and beautiful variety of colors.
I just love how you framed the photo. And the lighting is absolutely perfect. That photo looks like a desktop image that ships with computers ...
thanks. when i first saw the Windows XP background (i think it was XP) my first thought was...someone has been in my parents backyard.
I've resisted talking about this here on the BBS for the last few weeks mainly because it's been difficult to process the emotions involved, but my family dog, Chewie, passed away on October 2nd, the day after his 16th birthday. I'd expected this for a couple of years, honestly, as he got older and slowed down and really when I started to notice the jet black hair on his face going gray. (Reunited, September 2011) I saw him last Christmas and made sure to spend as much time with him as I could, but being that I'm in California and my family is in D.C., I obviously was unable to be there when my parents informed us all that the end was near. I spent the whole day waiting for news and just clicking through old pictures like these: We all loved Chewie dearly; he was a great dog and an even better friend to all of us. I'm due to go back home this Christmas and I'm bringing my girlfriend with me to meet my family for the first time. It's a big step - a wonderful step - but part of me feels just awful because I know the little guy won't be there to come scampering up to me when I walk in through the foyer of our house, stare at me through his nearly-blind eyes and wonder just who the hell I am until he gets close enough to smell me and realize, as he always did, "George is home!" Anyway. This is one of the last photos I took with Chewie at the end of 2013, which I jokingly titled "Shock and awwwww": It took sixteen years to get from this first photo, taken on a chintzy Kodak disposable camera: ...to this last photo in July of this year, on an iPhone 5 which my brother sent me: Those years flew by but they were great years. Rest in peace, Chewie. Good boy.