Narnia-Fooling around on picnik

Narnia-Voyage of the Dawn Treader (Warning, Spoiler)

For those of you who really know, you know that I am a huge Narnia fan. I own all seven books and have watched the first two movies many times over. Recently the third movie, Voyage of the Dawn Treader, came out.
We went to see the movie as soon as we could. All the family went and my cousin , Jacob, went too. We saw it in 3-D and really enjoyed it. It wasn't all we thought it would be but if you hadn't read the book, it was a really good movie. The acting was exceptional, as I had come to expect. It kinda gave me a headache watching it in 3-D but it was still good.
Some of my favorite characters were in this movie, such as Rhinc, the dufflepuds and a boy name Eustace Scrubb (and he almost deserved it). There was also old character that returned. Lucy and Edmund Pevensie, Reepicheep , Caspian and ,of course, Aslan.
The whole movie, and book, are based on the concept of temptation. In the book it takes a less obvious form. It comes in the form of greed and appears over and over, at the golden pool, the dragon's cave and the black island. In the movie it takes the form of a mysterious green form. This form creeps over the ocean and demeans sacrifices of human slaves from the lone islands. The crew of the Dawn Treader vow to set the people free.At the same time still trying to complete their first mission, which was to find the seven lords of Narnia.
I am trying not to spoil the movie to much, so I'm going to skip some parts. Anyways...Later on they find that their two quest are intertwined. They set out for the black island. The black island stands for dreams, not day-dreams, but dreams, nightmares. In the movie, the green mist comes from the black island. You can't let it know your deepest fears, for that's what it will become. Edmund makes the mistake of think of a sea serpent and the mist takes that form.
After a big battle they beat the serpent and distroy the island and the mist. They find the hunam who were sacrifaced, safe and unharmed. The Dawn Treader sails on to the utter east, which is romoured to hold Aslan's country. They reach the edge of the world (Narnia is a flat world, not round like ours) There they met Aslan. He tells the travelers (Caspian, Reepicheep,) that they may enter His country but once their in there they may not return. Caspain almost goes but last mintue he stops, saying that his father would not be proud if he choose to enter now. Reepicheep has no such thoughts and he hoops into a little boat andsails right up and into Aslan's coutry.
Alsan then turns to Eustace, Edmund and Lucy. He says its time for them to return to their world. Lucy starts to cry, for she understands that she and Edmund wouldn't be return to Narnia again. Aslan says that Eustace might return, which leads up t the next movie, The Silver Chair.

Oregon Beahc!!!!!!!

Oregon Beach house!

< The beach

Exploring the tide pool>

<Awesome creatures

Runners on the beach >

< Devil's Churn!

^Sneaker wave almost got Glory and Grace ^

Spouting horn. Totally awesome :)>

Hanged out with some cool(and cute)kids

Playing in the freezing ocean

Glory was shocked a how cold it was

S'mores & Monkey faces>

Lighthouse

Lots of stairs!

Awesome $20 leather store. No taxes!

Cobble Beach...one of my favorite parts

Lost Creek. This is a good place to find agates

Footprints in the sand

God show

"As sorrowful, yet always rejoicing" (2 Cor. 6:10).

Sorrow was beautiful, but her beauty was the beauty of the moonlight shining through the leafy branches of the trees in the wood, and making little pools of silver here and there on the soft green moss below.

When Sorrow sang, her notes were like the low sweet call of the nightingale, and in her eyes was the unexpectant gaze of one who has ceased to look for coming gladness. She could weep in tender sympathy with those who weep, but to rejoice with those who rejoice was unknown to her.

Joy was beautiful, too, but his was the radiant beauty of the summer morning. His eyes still held the glad laughter of childhood, and his hair had the glint of the sunshine's kiss. When Joy sang his voice soared upward as the lark's, and his step was the step of a conqueror who has never known defeat. He could rejoice with all who rejoice, but to weep with those who weep was unknown to him.

"But we can never be united," said Sorrow wistfully.

"No, never." And Joy's eyes shadowed as he spoke. "My path lies through the sunlit meadows, the sweetest roses bloom for my gathering, and the blackbirds and thrushes await my coming to pour forth their most joyous lays."

"My path," said Sorrow, turning slowly away, "leads through the darkening woods, with moon-flowers only shall my hands be filled. Yet the sweetest of all earth-songs--the love song of the night--shall be mine; farewell, Joy, farewell."

Even as she spoke they became conscious of a form standing beside them; dimly seen, but of a Kingly Presence, and a great and holy awe stole over them as they sank on their knees before Him.

"I see Him as the King of Joy," whispered Sorrow, "for on His Head are many crowns, and the nailprints in His hands and feet are the scars of a great victory. Before Him all my sorrow is melting away into deathless love and gladness, and I give myself to Him forever."

"Nay, Sorrow," said Joy softly, "but I see Him as the King of Sorrow, and the crown on His head is a crown of thorns, and the nailprints in His hands and feet are the scars of a great agony. I, too, give myself to Him forever, for sorrow with Him must be sweeter than any joy that I have known."

"Then we are one in Him," they cried in gladness, "for none but He could unite Joy and Sorrow."

Hand in hand they passed out into the world to follow Him through storm and sunshine, in the bleakness of winter cold and the warmth of summer gladness, "as sorrowful yet always rejoicing."

A dolphin's death

The earth will never be the same again.

Rock, water, tree, iron share this grief

As distant stars participate in pain.

A candle snuffed, a falling star or leaf,

A dolphin death, O this particular loss

Is Heaven-mourned; for if no angel cried,

If this small one was tossed away as dross,

The very galaxies then would have lied.

How shall we sing our love's song now

In this strange land where all are born to die?

Each tree and leaf and star show how

The universe is part of this one cry,

That every life is noted and cherished,

And nothing loved is ever lost or perished.

Underwater pictures

La Larme par Lord Byron / The Tear by Lord Byron

La larme par Lord Byron

Lorsque amitié ou l'amour de nos sympathies déplacer
Quand la vérité en un clin d'œil doit apparaître
Les lèvres peuvent tromper avec une fossette ou sourire,
Mais le test de l'affection une larme



Trop souvent est un sourire, mais un hypocrite de Wile
Pour horreur masque de la peur
Donnez-moi un soupir, tandis que l'œil âme-dire
Est-dimm'd pendant un certain temps avec une larme


lueur douce Charité, pour nous mortels ci-dessous
Affiche l'âme de la barbarie clair;
Compassion fondra où cette vertu se fait sentir,
Et sa rosée est diffusé dans un déchirement


Le soldat brave la mort pour une couronne de fantaisie
En carrière romantique Glory;
Mais il soulève l'ennemi quand la bataille abattu
Et baigne chaque blessure avec une larme

Si, avec fierté haute marteler qu'il retourne à son épouse
Renoncer à la lance en Gore-crimson'd;
Toutes ses peines remboursé, lorsque embrassant la femme de chambre
De sa paupière, il embrassa une larme

Ye amis de mon cœur, avant de vous, je pars
Cet espoir de ma poitrine est le plus près:
Si nous nous rencontrerons à nouveau dans cette retraite rurale,
mai nous nous rencontrons, que nous nous séparons, avec une larme.


Que personne ne marbre donner la splendeur de la douleur
Quels enfants à l'arrière de toilette;
Pas de fiction de la gloire est mon nom blason
Tout ce que je demande - Tout ce que je souhaite - est une larme



The Tear By Lord Byron

When Friendship or Love our sympathies move,

When Truth, in a glance, should appear,

The lips may beguile with a dimple or smile,

But the test of affection's a Tear:

Too oft is a smile but the hypocrite's wile,

To mask detestation, or fear;

Give me the soft sigh, whilst the soultelling eye

Is dimm'd, for a time, with a Tear:

Mild Charity's glow, to us mortals below,

Shows the soul from barbarity clear;

Compassion will melt, where this virtue is felt,

And its dew is diffused in a Tear:

The Soldier braves death for a fanciful wreath

In Glory's romantic career;

But he raises the foe when in battle laid low,

And bathes every wound with a Tear.

If, with high-bounding pride he return to his bride!

Renouncing the gore-crimson'd spear;

All his toils are repaid when, embracing the maid,

From her eyelid he kisses the Tear. Ye friends of my heart, ere from you I depart,
This hope to my breast is most near:
If again we shall meet in this rural retreat,
May we meet, as we part, with a Tear.

May no marble bestow the splendour of woe
Which the children of vanity rear;
No fiction of fame shall blazon my name.
All I ask – all I wish – is a Tear.