Vanessa and Boswell
Boswell rocks. The End.
Archive for May, 2008
She’s-a-Beauuuuty!
My lovely wife came home from school all made up tonight. Her hair done by Janelle, one of the Cosmetology students, and looking awesome! I couldn’t help but snap a few.
The Hornet in Her Natural Habitat
In preparation for the upcoming weddings I finally got my dream lens – the glorious (not to mention HUGE) Canon 70-200mm 2.8 IS. I’m not kidding, I’m going to spend some time in the gym just to get my arms ready for this!
Okay, so I couldn’t help myself. And the crazy part… these are unedited!
День Победы – 9 Mая (Victory Day – May 9th)
The 9th of May is one of the most celebrated holidays in the former republics of the Soviet Union – it is the official date of the end of World War II. It is the day when I remember and celebrate my grandfathers who fought in the war and then came home to birth my parents.
I remember when I was a kid growing up in Minsk, every May 9th my grandfather used to take me to a gathering at “Яма” memorial to celebrate the country’s victory and remember the fallen. “Яма” means a hole in the ground, the name that was given to it by the local people during the war. It stands in place of a nazi concentration camp where estimated 85 thousand jews (from Belarus and all over Europe) were brutally executed. The sculptures in the photo below was placed there in 2000, long after our immigration to United States. But I digress…
Today is a day I remember my grandfathers and thank them for the freedom they bled for. Today I remember the darkness of men and pray that neither I, nor my unborn children, will ever have to live through the horror of war. Today I take a minute to be silent.
I do apologize for placing such a dark post into a blog dedicated to beauty and happiness. But how would you ever be happy if you don’t know what misery is? How could you ever be grateful if you always had everything? How can you appreciate the freedom to live and to love if you don’t understand the price others paid to acquire it?
The Essense of a Rose
Roses are like women – each one beautiful, gentle, colorful, curvaceous, and intoxicating. The world is a rose garden, and the day a man finds his perfect one, he ventures out in search of a perfect ring. I know I did. The trick, my dear friends, is to never forget to water your love, for the rose is a fragile flower.
