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A job of honor and privilege. You have captured the strength of these men and the seriousness that is held for this honor.

Where has she gone? Such a vacant stare. A trache tube in and a cigarette butt on the ground. Poverty hurts.

Elanor DEmAREST, what a dear. A woman who has seen many years, is used to work, as her clothes suggest, but yet still a lady. Look at the fabulous glamorous chapeau!

Sharp, harsh, sad: all those things. But yet I can't help but smile as I see her pinkie placed so elegantly in the air.

I love the edginess of this image. They are so at ease in their skin and are not worried about showing it.

Art about art. I love texture and grain of the wood. I am so thankful that it is black and white, captures how I hope both artists felt.

" You turned my wailing into dancing; you removed my sackcloth and clothed me with joy." Psalm 30:11 NIV Innocence, love, joy, life. I am so thankful that this little one does not yet know the burden or sorrow.

She is all about business. Even if I were allergic to fish I would feel compelled to buy one.

The Fresh Prince Of the DR. What a great image .

This is no happy day at the market. At first the colored boxes on the cart caught my eye, then saw the face of the woman walking toward me. This is a busy and noisy place. The attending guards might seem relaxed but I still feel unnerved.

This does not look real. I keep staring at the petrified tree trunks thinking that they look like industrial smoke stacks. Perhaps another side effect of what we have done to our Earth. This photo leaves me wanting more information about this place and what has happened here.

Captivating. So quiet and yet you know some impressive weather system is about to be unleashed. The forest reminds me of the ocean waves in the middle of a storm.

I am salivating. I can smell the fresh citrus, and the sting of the orange oil as it spurts from the peel. The reflection off of the light on the waxy surface makes it so crisp, fresh and tasty.

The focus is rightly on this little guy. I wonder if he is responding in dislike or just being silly with the person who is out of the shot. Either way, the title says it all, "It wasn't me"

What a happy and exciting moment captures! How true that we as parents see the danger while our little ones see the excitement. Together we find the joy together in the everyday adventures.