Summer summer summer time…..


Last real weekend of summer and I get to be with my family..hope you enjoy!!

 

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Taking it to the Streets – Vienna


“Graffiti is one of the few tools you have if you have almost nothing. And even if you don’t come up with a picture to cure world poverty you can make someone smile while they’re having a piss.”
― Banksy, Banging Your Head Against a Brick Wall

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The Daily Post’s Collage challenge got me to thinking about my recent trip to Vienna and the beautiful collages I found while walking the waterways. Once again I am taking it to the streets.. one of my favorite blog themes.  Yahoo.. street art!!!

After visiting Krakow, Poland and Budapest, Hungary, I was sort of meh with Vienna, Austria.. UNTIL.. my friend convinced me to walk down towards the water and where we just happened to run into a little street fair and a ton of amazing street art.  Sometimes the road more travelled ends up being the best road to be on.  Of course there were many more examples, but these were really my favorite.  Threw a couple of musicians in just for fun.  I hope you enjoy.

 

 

 

 

Other blogs on street art and more –

Unique Walls, Street Art Istanbul, Tatts like street art, Peruvian Style Street Art, addiction, just for funStreet ArtWide WallsatgofionakebildacttwositeDavidSouthhampton4otomokjmusingsmostly monochromenotesbynatalieBaltimore Opens Its Walls To Street Art ; Wynwood Walls ; 76 Unbelievable Street And Wall Art Illusions, insellos; 

And yet more..

 

Happy Papa Day


Anyone can be a father, but it takes someone special to be a dad, and that’s why I call you dad, because you are so special to me. You taught me the game and you taught me how to play it right. Wade Boggs

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When I was about 26, I found out the dad I grew up with was not my biological father.  Everyone thought I would freak out.  They freaked out.  Every single person in my family seemed to know this already.  Unbeknownst to me, I had so many people trying to solve this 26 year long mystery for me. They spent months trying to get to the bottom of it.

What they did not know is that I WAS shocked.  But not in the way they might have realized.  I was shocked that everyone in my family had kept a secret for 26 years.  My family has never been good at not blathering on about everything, every place and everyone they knew.  I WAS freaking out.. but only because I thought it would be so cool to have more siblings. I always wanted to come from a gigantic family.  Think Partridge Family or Brady Bunch.. I could start a band or..uh.. travel across the states and get into ridiculous escapades..well maybe not.. but I thought it would be cool.

More than anything I was amazed.  Amazed that the dad I grew up with, knew he was not my biological father and wanted to keep that a secret from me in order to avoid hurting me.  I never doubted for a second that he loved each of us deeply and without pause and as his own children.

He used to tell me I was his favorite.  I had his sense of humor, his walk, his work ethics.  I worshipped him.  I still do.  He was a steady beacon of light on the shore of a wild sea of women.  He was dependable, funny, and strong.  He was my dad, my papa, the man to whom all other men would need to aspire to win my heart.  I love you dad!!

Without my dad, I wouldn’t be here. Maria Sharapova

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My Dad is my hero. Harry Connick, Jr.

 

 

 

 

 

A different garden


To you, it was just picking flowers. To them, it was a massacre.  by:  pleasefindthis, I Wrote This For You

If you didn’t see the boarded windows, the dirty floors, walls, and ceilings, it was just a camp house..just rows of camp houses.

If you only saw the beautiful trees and flowers and grass…. you could believe it was only someone’s garden.

If you didn’t see the barbed wire fences and the guard shacks and the destroyed crematoriums, you might be able to envision a time it could have been a lovely place to live.

If you didn’t have the memories or the knowledge of the left behind shoes, the combs, the luggage and the hair…the horror of the hair….

This is no garden …we should never forget…this is no garden.

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I need you to understand something. I wrote this for you. I wrote this for you and only you. Everyone else who reads it, doesn’t get it. They may think they get it, but they don’t. This is the sign you’ve been looking for. You were meant to read these words.  by: pleasefindthis, I Wrote This For You

Other garden themed blogs can be found at:

Travel theme: Garden

 

I’m on top of the world looking down on….


I feel like I’m on top of the world. Honestly, I feel like I’ve climbed a very giant mountain, and I’m just standing right on top with my arms wide open and breathing rarified air.  Shania Twain

I have had many opportunities to climb to the top of things (or fly over if the climb is beyond my limits.  I recently took my first helicopter ride in South Africa and climbed all over Table Mountain.  I hope you enjoy.

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Daily Post Atop Challenge – Some of my favorites

Trivial Mind, Starlight, mama, OHM, At home, witty, bend, Albina, hudson , intent, jaspas, changing, geriatrix, Cees, Lago, ladylee, wonderful, thirdperson