"The fountains of my great deep are broken up, and I have rained my reminiscenses for four and twenty hours. The old life has swept before me like a panorama; the old days have trooped by in their old glory, again; the old faces have looked out of the mists of the past; old footsteps have sounded, old voices have greeted me, and the songs I loved ages and ages ago have come wailing down the centuries" -- Mark Twain
The wind blows up the valley And through the merry trees The prophecy of change Is whispered to the leaves The slanting of the sun The song of anxious crickets The drying air and drying grass The geese down by the thickets The frost along the trenches The bowers empty nests The desperate love of home Caught up with such unrest.
behold the wild industrial vacuum. Here are some pictures of the exhibit we are working on about african animals. I helped paint the murral and now I am building bases for the animals- they are in different stages of completion, but they all will have rocks and grass in the end. It is interesting work.
And while they looked stedfastly towared heaven as he went up, behold, two men stood by them in white apparel; which also said, Ye men of Galilee, why stand ye gazing up into heaven? This same Jesus, which is taken up from you into heaven, shall so come in like manner as ye have seen him go into heaven. Acts 1: 10-11.