Friday, September 19, 2008

#5-Discovering Flickr


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Originally uploaded by mhoffma
This is a picture of our dog, Belle. We had to put her down one week ago. She was 14 years old and had a cancerous tumor on her bladder. It has been a difficult week without her.

Now about my experience with Flickr. I was a little overwhelmed at first. I looked through all the information and links at work but had to come home and work with it to feel more comfortable (and to have a picture to post). It really wasn't that hard. Creating my yahoo account was the most difficult. I was having trouble with those squiggly letters-took me about 8 times before I finally got it! I used the blog it feature in Flickr to get this post and photo into my blog. I was a little confused about how to give permission to link the accounts, but obviously pushed through that and got it worked out. I played around with the tags-had to edit them to add the owhatageek tag. Overall I would say that it was a good experience. It wasn't very difficult to figure out or work with and I look forward to posting some more pictures to share with friends and family.

I also explored some library photo sites and also the picasa site (my cousin posted her wedding photos there). This is a pretty cool way to share images.

1 comment:

Pam said...

THE POWER OF THE DOG
Rudyard Kipling
There is sorrow enough in the natural way
From men and women to fill our day;
But when we are certain of sorrow in store,
Why do we always arrange for more?
Brothers and sisters I bid you beware
Of giving your heart to a dog to tear.
Buy a pup and your money will buy
Love unflinching that cannot lie--
Perfect passion and worship fed
By a kick in the ribs or a pat on the head.
Nevertheless it is hardly fair
To risk your heart for a dog to tear.
When the fourteen years that nature permits
Are closing in asthma or tumors or fits
And the vet's unspoken prescription runs
To lethal chambers, or loaded guns.
Then you will find--its your own affair
But--you've given your heart to a dog to tear.
When the body that lived at your single will
When the whimper of welcome is stilled (how still!)
When the spirit that answered your every mood
Is gone--wherever it goes--for good,
You still discover how much you care
And will give your heart to a dog to tear.
We've sorrow enough in the natural way
When it comes to burying Christian clay.
Our loves are not given, but only lent,
At compound interest of cent per cent.
Though it is not always the case, I believe,
That the longer we've kept 'em the more do we grieve;
For when debts are payable, right or wrong,
A short time loan is as bad as a long--
So why in Heaven (before we are there)
Should we give our hearts to a dog to tear?

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