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I have some photo albums on Webshots
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My unidentified family photos - mostly;Hobbs, Carlson, Olson, Harmon
Johnny Carlson
Here I am with Mom and sis, Teri. "Here's lookin' at you, Kid!
I saw this Dalmatian day dreaming as I
drove by this old house. I had to get him
on film. Unfortunately, I broke his revere
when I got out of my car to snap the
shot.
The photo below isn't a particularly good shot, but this is me taken in Oct 2000. The one just beneath mine is my brother Paul Carlson and my sister Jan Carlson (Baker Cooley)at a birthday barbque - Paul's house. - aug 2002.
And here are some of us many moons ago (below). I'm the
baby - and a BIG baby, too! Then more recent photos at Teri and Dale's place for Mom's 81st birthday! The one beneath that is a picture of sis, Jan, at her place in Arizona.
I just added a new FAMILY TREE page you can visit. Scroll down and click the appropriate link
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-the gods - All gods have different gifts, different strengths. Heroes and heroines, too, -if they still exist - have their sacred things, their masks. I have mine to offer you. I will give it, that simple thing, - reaching for the godhead within - a gift from one god to another, I give my strength and my gifts to you. What matter whose face lies behind the masks, the personae? We disappear in the manifestation of deity, become the Epiphany, become the voice of daemons. You and I are different yet no less potent in our distinct powers, our disparate strengths. We are different, perhaps at odds, but one in our mutual need, one in our desire, one in lust, one in our giving of gifts. LOVING YOU Your beauty is a strange gift. There is pain, an unholy ache, in loving you. To look at your face and form, to meet your gaze, to graze these lips against yours is to unveil an unnameable agony. I see all that I am and am not, condemned within your light and by your love. Oh, you are not human! Or, if so, a perfection inhumane, that a starved and ravaged soul as mine, should be caught up in your orbit, riveted, compelled by your gravity. What effluence emanates from your corporeal form? What unworldly illumination pours from your face? A glow, a luster, a purity of manner and mien shimmering out from within, casting an effulgence upon shadows, breaking up darkness with piercing light, destroying all obstacles to its path. No, I could never see you as you truly are. I could only hold you so that my vision was blurred by too close an embrace, until, finally, I saw it was me - my love flowing outward which made you too beautiful, imbued you with too strong a light. The pain flew, dissipated, dissolved. Now, I love you purely and I love you so much more. http://go.MailBits.com/Tell.asp?135009.1
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