Ansel Adams

Ansel Adams a film directed by Ric Burns

Car battery isolator?

Is there any way I could charge two small lead acid motorcycle batteries in my van? I use them in a UPS I use for battery power while camping. I’ve heard about battery isolators, relays, etc… but I’m not sure the best route to go. I don’t intend to use this everyday. Just when I go on a trip to recharge the batteries maybe once or twice. Thanks for any idea!

HUGE FAVOR!!!!!! il give u 3 best answers =)?

okay so this is a huge favor but could someone find out an approximate amount it would cost to rent a club van go to a beach with 20 kids Camp out and come back???what items should i bring>??? and what is your favorite camping each in cal???

If u 2 my opinion have a great answer the best i will give you 3 best answers answer my 2 other questions with okayWritten

K Thx???
California =)) southern los angeles cnyn country
s cal canyon country
s cal canyon country

Ep. 1 – (Part 1 of 2) Story of the Camp (Mackinaw Mill Creek Camping)

In 1963 a young couple takes a 10000 mile trip with three small boys across the US and Canada to learn everything they can about campgrounds and to search for the perfect location for their own campground. Richard and Rose Rogala visit many of the nations national parks as well as popular sight seeing locations and finally pick a location, but are not granted a zoning variance. They go on to build the largest family built and operated campground in the US, see episode 2 to find out where… (Produced & Directed by Frank Rogala, Piano Music Written & Performed by Robin Canada)

DC Shoes or Vans to play in volleyball?

im in volleyball summer camp. should i wear my DC shoes or my Vans? like which of these are better for volleyball? also which are better for running?
they are my only two choices right now. i’m gonna get running shoes soon though,

Gettysburg Battlefield Tour – Part 2 of 8

The 1st Day of Battle. This is a driving tour the National Parks Service offers. There are photos and maps to help illustrate the battle. There are 8 more parts.

Have you had a rough life? Share here, please. I want to see how mine compares.?

I was born with heart problems and died as an infant but was brought back, obviously. I had surgery when I was 4. I watched my mother’s boyfriend beat her up and got the crap beat out of me by him when I made noise and woke him up. I got great grades in school but was constantly abused by my violent mother. We lived in a camper, a camping tent (there were 5 kids), and a van as well as a shack with no indoor OR outdoor bathroom. I went to a total of 15 different schools before I reached college because my stepdad was a tree planter. My real dad ended up in prison, so I didn’t see much of him. As a teen, I ran away from home, smoked, did drugs (not cocaine or acid or any of the “hard” stuff, although all drugs are bad for you), drank until I was sober and had a serious boyfriend. We were Seventh-Day Adventists, so I was always a social outcast at school, i.e. not eating meat, not wearing makeup, not going to movies or to Skateland, not going to parties, having to be home from Fri. night through Sat night and going to church on Saturday, etc. I had to live in a group home for 10 months while I was 17 after spending a few months in a juvenile detention center for running away (really my mother kicked me out, but I was glad to go to escape my grandfather who felt me up all the time and my mother’s violent temper and the responsibility I had to take care of the 3 younger siblings in her constant absence). I didn’t walk across stage at graduation because after being on the honor roll all through school, I managed to fail 2 classes in 12th grade. I went to summer school and got my diploma and started community college, but then oops! At 19, I wound up pregnant while ON birth control pills. My father forced me to marry the father of my child/my boyfriend who physically abused me almost every day, as well as emotionally by cheating, not working, pointing loaded guns at me, lying, stealing and breaking items precious to me. We moved to VA (from MD) thinking away from his family would be good. He wouldn’t even put our daughter on the bus for preschool, and she almost got kicked out because of it. I had him kicked out by the police, but it was so hard getting up at 4am to get the kids to daycare and work 10-hour days at a sewing factory (all the work they had in VA), so I took him back IF we moved back to MD, which we did. I couldn’t finish college because my husband would lock me in the bathroom with no window because he was jealous of me going to college with “all those guys.” I couldn’t escape him for 12 years. We lived in his parents’ basement in MD for 5 years with mushrooms growing in it and water sloshing around below the plywood subfloor when it rained….along with our 2 children. I finished my 2-year degree in English and got my diploma in medical transcription despite him and his mother trying to get me to quit and worked as a substitute teacher and medical transcriptionist. Found out about husband’s girlfriends #2 and #3. Finally husband bruised my ribs trying to root through my purse and I snapped and wouldn’t let him for once (he was the one cheating!), and I borrowed my mother-in-law’s car to go to the doctor’s (he took my keys with him to work) to find out about the bruised ris. I used this evidence to blackmail him into either letting me leave with the kids or I would send him to jail, now that I had solid proof. House of Ruth was NO help; the b*tch church lady on the phone told me they didn’t provide transporation and that we just needed counseling. Wth! I went to my father’s empty house nearby, and husband helped with the hope that it was just a trial. I had no furniture. My desk was a clothes hamper. He stalked me, broke into the house, stole money from me, gave me no child support for a year. It was so hard. I prayed to God that his current girlfriend would please like him and thankfully she got pregnant by him, and now they’re married, and he leaves me alone. I felt bad wishing him on someone else, but it was the only way I felt I could survive; I didn’t know what else to do. Life was finally normal for a long time! Now my daughters are 17 and 20, and one backtalks me all the time and is defiant…but gets good grades, and the other I just found out is – even after paying for her first 2 years of college, buying her a car and getting her a good job with the Air National Guard – working as a stripper giving lap dances. Their father, who miraculously found and kept a good job for the lst 12 years got fired for stealing overtime and is now jobless, so now I have financial strain. Life isn’t nearly as bad as my childhood or marriage now. I have a great boyfriend, a BS in psychology and own 2 paid-for houses and 2 paid-for cars and a great job working from home. It could be a lot worse. I’m just curious if any of you thinks I should write a book…and if you think you might wro
…might write one about your life. Is there such a thing as a normal life? Is my life typical? I wonder…

Is my poem ok???????

The sun kissed the children on the cheek
As they played in the sand
The jingle from the ice cream van
Called every child in the park
They camping stampeding towards it lime bulls
Hungry for some cold ice cream

The birds sing their joyful song
Chirping in the trees 
Soaring about in the sky
The sit round the picnic bench 
Looking for a bite to eat

A young mother stresses out
Her baby is crying, what a horrible sound

What can the next bit be? Do you like it? Would it be easy to do a critical essay on?