ALTO SAX CHRISTMAS SHEET MUSIC

There are things in life that just stick with you. Steps you take that lead to something greater, or to a fall, places you go that change you forever. This little spot, just a couple of feet wide, was one of those for me. It's a somber place, and a spot that marked the turning point of my life.

When I began coming to Aimes Park, it wasn't for photography. I was the showroom manager of a fabric store, and would take my lunch breaks there. I would sometimes drive around just to kill time, and when I found this pretty park, it became a frequent destination. Oddly, it always made me feel just a little more sober...not quite depressed, but not quite happy, either. Like looking at a breathtaking sunset alone, with no one to share it with, and feeling that almost empty longing... like it would be better if it wasn't so solitary. Aimes Park had that kind of feel to it.

When I did begin doing photography in 2006, this was one of the places I came to take photos. Even with a really cheap, poor quality pocket cam, some of the photos were beautiful, because Aimes Park was beautiful. I liked it because they replaced the flowers seasonally, and it always seemed to look different. My most memorable shoot- the one I thought had the best photos- at least until more recently, happened when I forgot my cell phone at work one day, and had to go back to get it, and decided to go ahead and drive to the park for some impromptu pics. That day yielded some photos that I've not been able to replicate, even with better cameras, and better editing know how. It was just one of those perfect days when everything comes together perfectly, and flows well.

My first paid photo shoot was also at this little park. A man saw my photos on a date site, and contacted me, not because he wanted to date me, but because he wanted to know if I could take his photos for the site, so he could find a wife! While not completely flattering on a personal level, it gave me a great deal of confidence in my new-found talent, because the man was wealthy, and could have chosen anyone to do the shoot. We met, and I had to distract him and "trick" him into smiling, as he was very self conscious in front of a camera. I took 168 photos of him, and after the edits and retouches, had about 17 that I thought really showed him at his best. I even drove to his place of business- a funeral home!- to upload them to the date site for him because he didn't know how! Turns out the man owned two or three funeral homes. He was very nice, and paid me $500 without hesitation for all my work and extra effort driving 60 miles to upload the photos. That was in February of 2007. Little did I know that this man would end up playing a big role in my life less than 2 years later.

When my mother took ill, she went down fast. COPD is not the way anyone would choose to die if they had that choice, and I was totally unprepared for what happened, since Mom had quit smoking 14 years earlier. It wasn't in time, though, and she developed emphysema. At 84, on Christmas Day, she passed, and it became very obvious to me that God's hand was in everything that happened.

While working at the fabric store, I met the head hospice nurse of Volusia County Hospice. I always treated her nice, and asked her questions, somehow knowing that one day I might need her help with my mom. When she discovered my mother was under hospice care and had been admitted to the hospital, nearly dying in respiratory failure the night before, she called me, letting me know that a bed was available in Orange City, which was 30 miles from my home. She said she could get Mom in there, and transfer her when one opened up closer to home. I agreed amidst protests from my family. Somehow, I knew this was the right thing to do. It wasn't until I followed the medical transport all the way from Ormond Beach that I realized the hospice was only about 2 or 3 miles away from where my funeral director customer's mortuary was! When hospice asked who should be called, I got on the phone with him and asked if he could handle it, and he remembered me fondly, having met a woman and married her thanks to my photos! He basically cut his price in half, and a week later, when my mother passed away, took care of everything for me, even driving to Daytona himself to bring me her ashes.

Now, back to Aimes Park. About a year before that, I was talking to a woman at the park while taking photos, (you'll see her photo in the set) and discovered she had scattered her husband's ashes over the river there, and she was there "visiting" when I met her. It was after that that I thought it would be an ideal place to be someone's final resting place.

A year after my mother died, on Christmas morning, after a rain, I brought her ashes to this spot, and released her over the river. Aimes Park will forever be a place of beauty to me, because this park was, I believe, chosen by God to be a place of comfort and provision for me, and

Den Haag Denneweg
De "Piece of Cake Jazz Band" werd in 1990 opgericht in Deventer (ook wel bekend als “de koekstad”) en staat bekend om de enthousiaste en professionele wijze waarop het de optredens verzorgt.
Mede door de aanwezigheid van zangeres Fleur heeft het orkest een bijzonder gezellige uitstraling,

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