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Beautiful professional model, Candice Boucher, photographed by Warwick Saint









“The meaning of life is to find your gift. The purpose of life is to give it away.” — Picasso

















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Leonard Cohen, one of the great songwriters and a moving delivery on stage....dead today at the age of 82. R.I.P.


























Rodney Smith













i love you much(most beautiful darling)

more than anyone on the earth and i
like you better than everything in the sky

-sunlight and singing welcome your coming

although winter may be everywhere
with such a silence and such a darkness
noone can quite begin to guess

(except my life)the true time of year-

and if what calls itself a world should have
the luck to hear such singing(or glimpse such
sunlight as will leap higher than high
through gayer than gayest someone's heart at your each

nearness)everyone certainly would(my
most beautiful darling)believe in nothing but love

ee cummings









Rodney Smith











An accomplished and successful photographer, Rodney Smith's blog shows him to be an interesting man and writer too. His is an intriguing and gorgeous blog!

























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Photo of Gayane Aslamazyan, popular model/actress in Armenia. Photographer unknown.









Love is not a thing to understand.
Love is not a thing to feel.
Love is not a thing to give and receive.
Love is a thing only to become
And eternally be.

~ Sri Chinmoy















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Photo of Gayane Aslamazyan, popular model/actress in Armenia. Photographer unknown.





















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Isabel Bayrakdarian, Canadian Armenian opera singer gives an introduction to Sayat Nova whose songs are known to all Armenians, with usually at least one member of the family singing at least one of his songs at gatherings. In our family that was my paternal grandfather, raised in his the historical Armenian region of Van (currently Turkey. ) He was a warm, loving, funny (he loved to tell stories and they always brought a good laugh) hard working family man who never learned learned to read or write but farmed the family land and sold what they raised going by boat on Lake Van to various cities and villages in his youth. He loved to sing and dance and this was one of the more poignant songs he sang. This song always brought a tear to my father's eye when he heard it, even in front of others, it moved him so.











































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Jivan Gasparyan is the one with the white hair. Truly the greatest master of the duduk but luckily there are several who are very good. It's a demanding instrument but produces a beautiful sound when played well.

One of my favorite songs from a CD I have, you have to give it a minute and then it just takes off…















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s p r i n g !















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thanks I A N A I A R E











































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ray C H A R L E S















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diana K R A L L













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I love Diana Krall, and just about everything she does is sublime...her version of Tom Waits's Temptation is a favorite of mine and all the versions I've watched and heard have been good. This one is live from the Jazz Festival in Vienne, France...a few years back.













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My grandparents on both sides NEVER discussed the genocide. Sometimes their friends would visit and start crying, speaking in hushed tones and my grandmother or grandfather would tell me that the conversation wasn't interesting, go out and play. they never discussed it in front of us or told us anything in their lifetime. We found out a lot of their hardships after they died. I was told that they wanted to live in France because it was a beautiful country that had a great future for their kids and grandchildren. They looked forward and built successful new lives through hard work and looking for a better life for their children and future generations. They left with their families to avoid massacre while enduring many hardships along the way. My grandmother lost five sisters who got sick and died because the journey was too harsh for them. I think they got typhoid...not sure. I didn't even know of these sisters (nor did my father, for that matter) because she only counted the surviving four! We thought she was one one of five sisters but she was actually one of nine! The tenth child was a son who they sent to study at Columbia University and he made a living as a somewhat successful writer in New York.























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Some former stumblers may know YA, he popped in recently...as he mentioned, he mainly blogs at Diaspora but may expand his Cat one day. The photo above was taken several years ago at his friend, Renee's property in the Pyrenees Orientales, France. Storms have changed this a bit but had to post it anyway.

Good to see YA!







COOKING WITH ALFRED


























Don't let the photo of the chef scare you, he cooks a yummy "clean soup" and he is a lot of laughs while doing it too!!! In case you're in a mood for the best soup ever, I am posting Alfred's recipe for his yummy veggie soup...simple but delicious!!!

These are photos from his own kitchen...I think he would make a great addition to the Food Network, kind of like a male, Austrian Paula Dean, certainly just as funny and full of pizazz!! The food is just downright yummy and easy to make...so here ya go!
























Veggie Soup a la Alfred

Recipe serves 2

Ingredients:

6-8 medium sized potatoes
4 carrots
2 yellow carrots
1/2 celeriac (medium sized)
1 parsley root
1/2 leek
1/4 tsp.nutmeg
salt to taste
pepper to taste
1/4tsp.cumin
2 - 4 laurel leaves
5-8 garlic cloves and/or 1-2 onions w/peel *optional

















All soup/kitchen photos: YA

















Directions:

1. Chop da potatoes in little cubes, add da garlic or onion/s (both *optional) and put them into the water in the basic pot, add some cumin 1/4 tsp.cumin and 2-4 laurel leaves.

2. Clean and slice da veggies any shape or size you want,(not too thick) and put them into the sieve above the water which has the potatoes, laurel leaves, cumin and optional onion and/or garlic.

3. Let it all simmer together for 45 minutes. Then blend the water with da potatoes and opt garlic or if it's an onion you take it out (you can also blend it with da potatoes after peeling the onion), be sure to remove all da laurel before blending.

4. Add as much nutmeg, salt and pepper as you want, I always add a cube of bouillon concentrate .

5. Add 5 to 8 oz. of creme fraiche (or sour cream), stir then top with fine cut parsley for garnish if you wish.

6. Add da veggies from the upper sieve, stir it together and serve it ... it's delicious!!!

















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Crazy

I remember when,
I remember, I remember when I lost my mind
There was something so special about that place
Even your emotions have an echo in so much space

And when you're out there without care
Yeah, I was out of touch
But it wasn't because I didn't know enough
I just knew too much

Does that make me crazy?
Does that make me crazy?
Does that make me crazy?
Possibly

And I hope that you are
Having the time of your life
But think twice
That's my only advice

Come on now, who do you
Who do you, who do you, who do you think you are?
Ha ha ha, bless your soul
You really think you're in control?

Well, I think you're crazy
I think you're crazy
I think you're crazy
Just like me

My heroes had the heart
To live their lives out on a limb
And all I remember
Is thinking, I want to be like them

Ever since I was little
Ever since I was little
It looked like fun
And it's no coincidence I've come
And I can die when I'm done

But maybe I'm crazy
Maybe you're crazy
Maybe we're crazy
Probably
ouh ouh crazy

Lyrics - Songwriters
CALLAWAY, THOMAS / BURTON, BRIAN JOSEPH / REVERBERI, GIANFRANCO / REVERBERI, GIAN







































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Beautiful photo blog; thanks for sharing your photography here, Rob :)








































Hope to visit soon; everyone I know has been and loved it...my father went 5 times!

















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Photo: Paris by Elliott Erwin




























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This Land Is Your Land

This land is your land, this land is my land
From the California to the New York island
From the Redwood Forest, to the gulf stream waters
This land was made for you and me
As I went walking that ribbon of highway
I saw above me that endless skyway
And saw below me that golden valley
This land was made for you and me
I roamed and rambled and I followed my footsteps
To the sparkling sands of her diamond deserts
And all around me , a voice was sounding
This land was made for you and me
When the sun comes shining, then I was strolling
In the wheat fields waving and dust clouds rolling
The voice was chanting as the fog was lifting
This land was made for you and me
This land is your land and this land is my land
From the California to the New York island
From the Redwood Forest, to the gulf stream waters
This land was made for you and me
When the sun comes shining, then I was strolling
In wheat fields waving and dust clouds rolling
The voice come chanting as the fog was lifting
This land was made for you and me


Songwriter: Woody Guthrie

































"Parler à mon père" (meaning "Talk to My Father") is a song recorded by Canadian singer Celine Dion, released as the lead single from her French-language album Sans attendre (2012). It was written by Jacques Veneruso, and produced by Veneruso and Patrick Hampartzoumian. "Parler à mon père" is a pop song about Dion's father who died in 2003.

Even though this song came out in 2012, I heard it for the first time today and was very touched by not only the music but the moving lyrics. Below is one English translation (better in the original French but don't have time to come up with a better translation myself at this time.) A beautiful song despite of it's pop origins.


Talk To My Father

I would like to forget the time
For a sigh for an instant
A parenthesis after the race
And depart where my heart pushes me

I would like to find again my traces
Where is my life where is my place
And keep* the gold of my past
In the warmness of my secret garden

I would like to pass the ocean, cruise the flight of a gull
Think of all this I have seen and go as well to the unknown
I would like to take down the moon, I would as well like to save the Earth
But before everything else I would like to talk to my father
Talk to my father..

I would like to choose a ship
Neither the biggest one nor the most beautiful one
I would fill it up with images
And with perfumes of my trips

I would like to slow down to take a seat
To find at the hollow of my memory
Voices of those people who taught me
That there is no forbidden dream

I would like to find the colours, the paintings that I have inside my heart
Of this decoration in pure lines, where I see you and I reassure myself
I would like to take down the moon, I would as well like to save the Earth
But before everything else I would like to talk to my father
Talk to my father.

I would like to forget the time
For a sigh for an instant
A parenthesis after the race
And depart where my heart pushes me

I would like to find again my traces
Where is my life where is my place
And keep* the gold of my past
In the warmness of my secret garden

I would like to depart with you
I would like to dream with you
To always search for the inaccessible
To always hope for the impossible
I would like to take down the moon
and why not saving the Earth?
But before everything else I would like to talk to my father
Talk to my father..
I would like to talk to my father
Talk to my father..
















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"Parler À Mon Père"

Je voudrais oublier le temps
Pour un soupir, pour un instant,
Une parenthèse après la course,
Et partir où mon cœur me pousse.
Je voudrais retrouver mes traces
Où est ma vie, où est ma place,
Et garder l'or de mon passé
Au chaud dans mon jardin secret.

Je voudrais passer l'océan,
Croiser le vol d'un goéland,
Penser à tout ce que j'ai vu,
Ou bien aller vers l'inconnu.
Je voudrais décrocher la lune,
Je voudrais même sauver la Terre
Mais avant tout
Je voudrais parler à mon père,
Parler à mon père.

Je voudrais choisir un bateau,
Pas le plus grand ni le plus beau,
Je le remplirais des images
Et des parfums de mes voyages.
Je voudrais freiner pour m'asseoir,
Trouver au creux de ma mémoire
Des voix de ceux qui m'ont appris
Qu'il n'y a pas de rêve interdit.

Je voudrais trouver les couleurs,
Des tableaux que j'ai dans le cœur,
De ce décor aux lignes pures,
Où je vous vois et me rassure.
Je voudrais décrocher la lune,
Je voudrais même sauver la Terre,
Mais avant tout,
Je voudrais parler à mon père,
Parler à mon père.

Je voudrais oublier le temps
Pour un soupir, pour un instant,
Une parenthèse après la course,
Et partir où mon cœur me pousse.
Je voudrais retrouver mes traces
Où est ma vie, où est ma place,
Et garder l'or de mon passé
Au chaud dans mon jardin secret.

Je voudrais partir avec toi,
Je voudrais rêver avec toi,
Toujours chercher l'inaccessible,
Toujours espérer l'impossible,
Je voudrais décrocher la lune,
Et pourquoi pas sauver la Terre,
Mais avant tout
Je voudrais parler à mon père
Parler à mon père
Je voudrais parler à mon père
Parler à mon père.

Song written by Jacques Veneruso, and produced by Veneruso and Patrick Hampartzoumian

































Project as part of the Armenian Genocide Centennial coming up on April 24, 2015.

































Beautiful version of an old Armenian favorite. I love this band!


























A P R I L . 24 . 1915


Armenian song of the "Homeless" in Armenian, "Andouni" performed by Isabel Bayrakdarian












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