Stripping away the rose colored glasses of denial concerning my reality. Getting in touch with truth. Reaching out to others in empathy concerning their reality and their walk to truth.

Monday, August 6, 2012

Full House

















Though I wasn't schooled in all of the athletic skills that occurred here, I found myself amazed by the sheer determination of the competitors. And still there are continuing daily. I hope some of my blog pals got to see some of the events; it would be nice to have some inside knowledge.

Meanwhile, Alistair is heaps in love; we may never see him until the closing, if even then. The cameraman... I believe I've informed you of his taking up and off with the Brazilian Volleyball Team; we're reasonably sure it was the women's team.

And me? So many things to see... I'll let the pictures explain what I'm ignorant of.(smile).

Is it just me, or does this photo resemble a whale's mouth about to swallow the viewers? And a giant blowhole. I think I must be tired or daft. What do you see?

Winlock & Mandeville

























According to 'legend' they came from the last girder placed in the Olympic Stadium. They represent two tiny drops of steel. Is that for real? 2012's mascots for the London Olympics and Para-Olympics.

Okay.

The flying squirrel

























Sunday, August 5, 2012

Saturday, August 4, 2012

Ring around the moon


















A magnificent moon peers through the Olympic rings on Friday, August 03, 2012.

A new sport category...



















As if James Bond and HRH could be topped?
What say ye, England?

Person of Interest
















LONDON (AP) — The oldest 100-meter Olympic champion is back in London for the games — only this time as a celebrated athlete, not a scrawny kid from Cleveland who botched the hurdles only to win the gold in 1948. William Harrison "Bones" Dillard (born July 8, 1923) is a American former track and field athlete.

Harrison Dillard, 89, was honored at Britain’s Foreign Office where the 1948 torch from those London games is on display.

“It’s heavy!” the man, also known as ‘Bones’ because of his lanky youthful appearance, said as he held the silver torch.

As a world record holder, all eyes were on Dillard in 1948 to win the 110-meter hurdles. But when the day came, the American knocked down several hurdles and failed to finish the race.

He tried again in the 100-meter dash, winning in 10.3 seconds — a surprise to his teammate and favorite Barney Ewell, who did a premature victory dance thinking he had actually won.*

Four years after London, Dillard went on to win the 100-meter hurdles in Helsinki.

“That’s one of the beauties of the Olympic Games, that they occur every four years,” Dillard told The Associated Press. “The athlete who fails in the first, assuming that he can maintain the necessary physical ability plus the emotional and mental ability, has a chance to redeem him or herself. I certainly had that good fortune.”

Olympic Games
Gold 1948 London 100 m
Gold 1948 London 4x100 m relay
Gold 1952 Helsinki 110 m hurdles
Gold 1952 Helsinki 4x100 m relay

*Side note: "The 1948 games were the first time that Olympic judges had the benefit of using photo finish technology, which helps the naked eye in determining who crossed the finish line first."

~from your iconic avatar...

Thursday, August 2, 2012

Pony Tails




















Hello! Alistair Cookie, here.

Tally-ho, off we go! (Do they really say that stuff in England?) Pip-Pippa, no, that's the sister-in-law to Prince William... Duke William... Duke Ellington? (Being four years old has it's problems; largely I'm behind in history, etcetera, ad nauseam.)

So the Equestrian Competition was great, mostly. Our cameraman was at the volleyball park again and so purchased this photo. But  it is one amazing shot! (I thought only the cow jumped over the moon... silly me.) My summation of the event: lots of jumping; lots of turnarounds; lots of high stepping; lots of guard rails knocked off;  lots of 'OH NO!' and then, I got busy.

Over to my left lay a large field of lovely flowers; their scent rising up into my tiny nostrils. Delicate blossoms and amongst them a smallish creature, not unlike myself. We're off to ride The London Eye. Horses? What horses? All I see are pony tails. Tally-ho, Pippa!