The Lion King trailer SWEDED from ORB Fall Retreat!!
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
VIDEO: Pirates of the Caribbean SWEDED
Pirates of the Caribbean. Sweded on a High School Retreat with Outreach Red Bank in the Fall of 2008
Sunday, August 31, 2008
Monday, July 28, 2008
Friday, July 25, 2008
Friday, July 4, 2008
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
Saturday, June 14, 2008
POETRY: Rebecca Gossard - Poem 2
A single drop of water falls
Dripping off a orange leaf
Falling down, forming dew
A single drop of water falls
Dripping from a brown eye
Falling down, forming dew
A single word echoes
Off the pages of a book
Shaping hearts, changing dreams
A single word echoes
From the mouth of those who hate
Shaping hearts, changing dreams
A single hand molds
The clay beneath the fingers
Creating something beautiful
A single hand molds
Those made in His image
Creating something beautiful
Dripping off a orange leaf
Falling down, forming dew
A single drop of water falls
Dripping from a brown eye
Falling down, forming dew
A single word echoes
Off the pages of a book
Shaping hearts, changing dreams
A single word echoes
From the mouth of those who hate
Shaping hearts, changing dreams
A single hand molds
The clay beneath the fingers
Creating something beautiful
A single hand molds
Those made in His image
Creating something beautiful
POETRY: Rebecca Gossard - Poem 1
The first morning frost bids you a hello
It welcomes you in with its airy words
Come come its whispers come bring me your hopes
I'll take them and share them never use and abuse
I'll be back each morning, remember them then
You won't miss them a bit, I promise you that
Don't listen cry out the flowers
He'll take all your dreams
He'll twist and he'll turn them
You'll be unable grow
Oh hush yells the frost - flowers are foolish
They wilt and they wither
I the morning frost stay and stay with much vigor
It welcomes you in with its airy words
Come come its whispers come bring me your hopes
I'll take them and share them never use and abuse
I'll be back each morning, remember them then
You won't miss them a bit, I promise you that
Don't listen cry out the flowers
He'll take all your dreams
He'll twist and he'll turn them
You'll be unable grow
Oh hush yells the frost - flowers are foolish
They wilt and they wither
I the morning frost stay and stay with much vigor
Monday, June 9, 2008
Saturday, May 31, 2008
ART: Max Churak
Junk Sketch
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Aloe Plant
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Self Portrait 07
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Ink Print
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Caligraphy Quote
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Sketch
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Charcoal Portrait
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Cherry Blossoms
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Skull Point
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Violin Still Life
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Band Logo
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Self Portrait 08
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