About Me

  • Janie * Phoenix, Arizona * communications manager by day * photographer and digital artist at heart * lover of technology, Starbucks, flyfishing and travel * seeking health, time to think and create, and the courage to honor all that is important to me.

Wish I'd said that

  • "This ain't no dress rehearsal." (and don't ever forget that, Janie!)
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05/16/2009

Tweet

I created a Twitter account today. I know, I know ... I said I considered this social media format definitely lacking in the "social" (engagement) aspect. But I'm experimenting with it as part of a digital class with my fave designer, Cathy Zielske. The class is called Everyone Can Write a Little, and involves microblogging to capture everyday stories.

After viewing Week One's video, I'm glad I caved. While I'm pretty good at creating albums and layouts to capture the "big events" (think: vacations, birthdays, holidays, etc.), I realize I'm missing out on recording the part of life I love best ... the everyday stuff that makes me laugh, makes me cry, pisses me off and entertains me. I specifically love the ironic or cynical, and let's face it, one won't generally find that in an album about one's grandchild losing their first tooth.

So, our task this first week is to make our album and start posting on either Facebook or Twitter. Our album will house our designs as we make our way through this four-week class. I am pretty happy with the way mine turned out.

Here's the front cover. It's too small to see clearly, but I revised the cover wrap design to include my name and the title (capturing my authentic life) and subtitle (Microblogging on Twitter).AlbumFrontCover_web 

Here's the inside front cover. Again, I personalized mine with key thoughts from our first week's handout, including the concept of stop, drop and write in order to capture tidbits about what we see, what we hear and letting it all out:AlbumInsideFrontCover_web  

One thing I'm really liking about Twitter is the 140 character limit. We writers know the importance of writing tight - hell, it's the hardest thing in the world for someone like me who loves telling stories - but the technique really makes you focus on what you're trying to say. And in my mind, that can only improve one's writing.

Ok, so here's my favorite Tweet of the day. And if you're reading, Scott, it isn't that I necessarily MEANT to hide the box from you. It's that I know you don't really like them ... ahem ....

Decided to forego cleaning out my closet in the hope of losing a few more lbs before trying on clothes. Then ate two Krispy Kremes (sigh).

Sorry, Twitter friends. My account is a private one. (Thanks, Colleen, for helping me with that setting.) I just can't bear the thought of my random little thoughts floating out in cyberspace where others not familiar with my creative side may find them and make judgment about my not being serious in my Twits ... I mean, Tweets. (Just couldn't resist - ha!)

05/10/2009

For Stacy

I'm writing tonight for you, Stacy.

Thank you for making me feel special today. Between our scrumptious brunch at the Barrio Cafe, your very thoughtful spa package gift, and a Diamondbacks win this afternoon, it's hard to imagine a better Mother's Day.

But the greatest gift you gave to me today was your time. As I've often said to you, time is the one thing we can't replace or create more of. With each hour, we have the choice to make of how we spend it, and once spent, we can never get that time back.

Thanks for being with me today, for taking time off and being present with me. Thank you for sharing your beautiful smile, your great sense of humor, your delightful laugh. Thanks for the memories of moments so dear. Like the first time I held you in my arms, to the "too-much-estrogen-in-our-house" spats of your teenage years, to the glorious road trips we made together.

Thank you for your patience and your strength. I know it wasn't easy, being the only child of a stressed-out perfectionist single mom who was trying to find herself while at the same time raising and caring for you. Thank you for giving me the very best reason to keep on going, learning and loving when the world seemed like it had turned its back on me.

When I look at you, I am amazed by your beauty and mesmerized by your spirit. It is a pleasure, a gift, to watch you make your way through life. I am honored to be your mother.

With all my love and then some ... Mom xoxo

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05/07/2009

Stories from today and yore

So after a lovely birthday adventure in Tucson with Stacy and a jam-packed 5 days in D.C. with my main squeeze, I'm back home and nesting for a week before heading back to the ol' grind. It feels so GOOD to spend hours doing whatever I fancy, my to-do list pushed aside for a bit. Creativity comes to the forefront and the desire to express myself peeks out from behind the responsibility of hawking someone else's key messages ... ahhhhh, I am no one but myself today, and it is glorious!

I am proud, if just a little self-conscious, to share that an article I wrote currently resides on the home page of my favorite design site, jessicasprague.com. I'm not exactly sure why I am shy about that - God knows I earned the right to tell that story - but it still feels a little funny. I do so appreciate those who left comments. And let me put in my plug for the site as having the best learning and supportive community I've found on the wide, wide Web. If you've ever even considered learning Photoshop or Photoshop Elements, or even how to take and edit better photos, RUN to this place. It's not only fun and quality learning; it's the best value around.

Ok, so I got on the site this morning and considering it's been ages since I made a layout, let alone posted one here or in the site gallery, I decided to join in on the week's challenge. Participants were to use a "text sticker" technique and create a layout of 1-3 photos. Here is mine:

YoHoYoHo_web A little explanation probably is in order as Pirate Day may not be an official holiday in your home ;-)

Driving home from a 3-day visit to Disneyland in February, I was lamenting the fact that I love the place so damn much and it would be forever (or at least six months) before we got there again. I especially adore Pirates of the Caribbean, and Scott had spent a ridiculous amount of money on a Lego pirate ship kit for Chas and Chloe while we shopped in Downtown Disney.

Somewhere in the desert between there and Phoenix, I came up with this idea to host a Pirate Day sleepover with the kids. We reserved the date with them, made and mailed invitations (here's Chloe's) ChloePirateInvite_web and got to work with preparations.

We managed to fill an entire day and then some with our activities, shown here onPirateDayActivities_web our Pirate Day itinerary. And let's not forget the all-night-before construction of our own Black Pearl, the 592-piece Lego pirate ship Scott had bought at Downtown Disney. (Actually, Scott and I have decided to heck with the kids on these Lego toys - we loved it and plan to get our own collection, probably starting with the Death Star battleship from Star Wars.)  

I'm still working on a gift album for the kids (I'm so SLOW!) but we sure had a great time.

04/05/2009

Photo focus

I'm spending more than a little time these days trying to master (or at least muddle through) some of the photography techniques I see and read about. I'm currently enrolled in Maggie Holmes' online photography workshop. This six-week class is designed for beginner/intermediate amateur shooters, and I certainly fit the "beginner" bill.

72f2b35b556c9ed3d8717ab1f1333352 The purpose of the class is to become more familiar with one's camera, learn how to take it off auto and use the settings to create photos that tell stories. In other words, we're wrestling control of our images from the camera and taking on that responsibility ourselves. I've had my Canon Rebel xsi since July, and while I've experimented with some of the settings, this is pretty much virgin territory for me.

Our first lesson focused on ISO, also known as "film speed." While pertinent to film cameras, ISO setting is important in digital, too, as it defines how sensitive the camera's sensor is to light.

This week we moved to shutter speed and aperture. For shutter speed, I made Scott run and jump around our parking lot so I could both freeze motion and record motion. Here are my photos:

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The left photo demonstrates fast shutter speed, enabling me to capture him in stride as he ran up and down our parking lot.

I call the second one "the human moth" as I purposely slowed the shutter speed to blur Scott as he did jumping jacks.



 

HighAperture_webMoving on to aperature mode, I used depth of field to focus my photos so as to tell different stories. (btw, when the camera is in this mode, it automatically selects a shutter speed.) I took these photos in my studio. I like to display on my desk little knick-knacks and items that are colorful and inspirational to me. The first photo is set on a high aperture - f/9.0 - which allows me to focus pretty much everything in this shot.

WideAperture_web Now, in this photo, I wanted to focus in on just one of the items on my desk. This is a pendant that Scott bought for me on one of our Bisbee trips.

You can see how the base of the lamp and other items on my desk fade into the blurred background (bokeh), while the pendant is the only item in focus and stands out clearly, enabling me to place emphasis on it and better tell my story.

While I am struggling a bit with balancing the ISO to ensure my exposure is right while at the same time trying to minimize digital noise (or grain), I'm really enjoying the freedom of playing with the settings to create my photos. It's more challenging but a lot more fun than just snapping away and seeing what comes out of the camera.

No doubt this will get more difficult as we move into our next lesson where I believe we venture into manual mode, allowing us to set shutter speed, ISO and aperture to achieve the look we're going for.

And I have to confess I did cheat with this photo as I shot it with my point-and-shoot, which REALLY limits the photographer's options. There's no doubt I am wearing out my family's desire to model for me, so I'm in the market for new victims. Meanwhile, this photo is a nice one of Stacy that I took just before she and I celebrated her birthday with dinner out at a new hip restaurant here in downtown Phoenix called The Pasta Bar. The is a new favorite of ours as is Sens. I will write more about these later.

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03/22/2009

At the zoo

I'm writing quickly tonight (but at least I'm blogging)! We spent a fun-filled day with Chloe, Chas, Liz and Charlie at the Phoenix Zoo, and I'm going to quickly share some photos.

This first one is pretty cheesy, taken by the folks at the zoo. But it's a nice service they offer and provided the only photo of all of us. I'm not sure if Chloe's looking down was a result of the morning sun or her shyness but I was able to get some nice photos of her later in the day. (As always, click on the photo to see an enlarged version.)

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Our first stop after breakfast was the giraffes, a favorite of ours. Scott and Chas enjoyed watching them close up.

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Chloe had her face painted Dalmation-style to match her stuffed puppy.

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And a day at the zoo would not be complete without a camel ride. Cheers to Papa Scott for his willingness to climb aboard and smile the ever-present "Blue Dog" grimace for the camera.

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Finally, feast your eyes on what is arguably the most brave and adventurous 5-year-old on the planet, our dear Chloe, as she scales the climbing wall. Indeed, she put many to shame, particularly an adult or two who went up just prior to her. (And kudos, once more, to the Pure Digital folks for bringing to market the Flip Video. I love this thing and truly hope its new owner, Cisco, doesn't screw it up! Please bring down the price of the high def version and I promise I'll buy it, especially if you make it lime green.)

There will be more later as I have (take) time to edit photos. --jh

03/01/2009

March whirlwind

February has come and gone, and I have to admit my blog posts were pretty paltry. I plan to recover nicely from that by being a lot more active in March. This will be no small feat given my individual and family activity level; March is historically INSANE for us but I am determined. I've always believed that time is made for the things one truly cares about and I do love creative expression.

So I'll start things off here with a list of things I want to accomplish in March. I love the idea of going "public" with one's goals as another way to anchor them firmly in one's mind and schedule, so here goes:

  • Today I started Jessica Sprague's self-paced photo editing class. I am very excited about this as I really appreciate learning more about the many ways you can use Photoshop for photography and art. And while actions make it fun and easy to edit photos, I'm pretty stoked about using commands within Photoshop to bring out the best in my photos. Jessica's teaching style is unique and effective. Her classes include videos you can watch while doing each task. You can start and stop them as you follow along, and there's always assignments and self-check evaluations after each lesson. And the self-paced format is perfect for me as with my schedule it can be difficult to keep up. This way I can work on it as I have time. I completed the first lesson today and it's my goal to finish this five-lesson series this week.
  • I finally decided on a format as to how I want to capture key memories from 2008 and 2009. I'd been rolling around several ideas in my mind for each and have settled on a one-page Karen Russell layout and also a small hybrid (paper and digital) mini album for 2008, and a digi album and interactive page (also made from Karen Russell Narrative products for 2009. I'm hoping to start both 2008 and 2009 layouts this month.
  • Scott and I just got back last week from three days in Disneyland. Had a blast and will be doing a digital album on that adventure. Stay tuned for some of Scott's magnificent Flip video footage. You haven't lived until you've ridden Big Thunder Railroad with him while he's videoing the ride in progress and interviewing those seated around us -- too funny!
  • Anyone who knows me knows that I very often seem to spend more time, energy and passion on organizing my pasttimes than actually doing them, and there's more than a bit of that planned for March. I've already purged through all my inspiration files and lessons, and am now cleaning out my Web favorites so as to be able to find the things I want and need to. Seriously, there are, I believe, THOUSANDS of bookmarks and they're pretty hodgepodge when it comes to categories so I'm taking some time each night to work through those. These include everything from blogs to photography sites, from online stores to Photoshop tutorials.
  • I also just bought a new 500 GB Seagate mobile EHD as another backup for all my images so I'll be putting that in order. Can't afford to lose my photos, and while I have a triple backup system right now, I've got to get some of this stuff off my desktop hard drive. The Seagate is beautiful -- Ruby Red in color and a perfect match for my new Dell laptop and wireless mouse. Whoever knew I'm be such a tech nerd?
  • I'll also be going through my scrap room and cleaning out items to prepare for Scrapbooks-Etc. semi-annual yard sale. This is cool, as I can sell old items for store credit. I don't do as much of this shopping as I used to but it's nice to have this option for keeping my paper products up to date.

So, with all this, family birthdays (Liz, Scott and Stacy), March Madness and a workload that just won't quit, it should be a pretty eventful month. Hopefully, when it ends I can report on my accomplishments.

Oh, one last thing: I think the world may soon be coming to an end. Guess who beat the best-of-the-west LA Lakers this afternoon without Amare' or Steve Nash in the game? That's right ... those unpredictable, frustrating, gotta-love-them Phoenix Suns - woohoo! I feel sorry for Terry Porter (but not enough to bring him back). GO SUNS!

02/11/2009

Valentine creations - part one

2009ValentineFront_web I spent some time this past weekend making a few Valentine's Day trinkets. This is a little tag book I made for Stacy. These are so easy to put together and can pretty much be done with whatever one has on hand. I am very proud of myself that I was able to use just product I had in my stash. (For credits, see this entry in the My Art - 2009 photo album.)

Love these photos from Christmas Eve. Stacy dressed in black is a sight to2009ValentinePage1-2_web behold as the color really plays up her gorgeous golden- and platinum-blonde hair. This was my first use of Pioneer Woman's Pretty B&W action. Just a little overlay - nothing too major. Tried the Boost action with it, and it was too much. (I don't know about anyone else, but I seriously have to sit on my hands not to go overboard sometimes with Photoshop magic.)

2009ValentinePage3-4_web The first little envelope will contain a Starbucks gift card. The second one is slit open to hold a two-sided tag.

It's always amazing to me how a little project like this can help me work through 2009ValentinePage5-6_web stress or tension. There's definitely something soothing about the tactile process of paper arts. While I'm primarily a digi girl now, I can appreciate why the paste-eaters won't give this up.

I have another Valentine's Day project in the works. Doesn't look like I'll finish it before the holiday but it's not a gift, just something for me to enjoy in my studio. I'll post photos when I finish it.

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02/10/2009

Leadville - the rest of the story

Not feeling so great tonight as I've come down with some kind of flu bug making its rounds at the office but realize the calendar page has turned and have not posted for some time - hate that! I simply need to see a February post on my blog so I'm going to borrow from the Colorado photo book I made Scott for Christmas and share the story of Baby Doe Tabor and the Matchless Mine.

Matchless_web We awakened to a Leadville blanketed with fresh snow and drove up into the foothills to Baby Doe’s cabin for what turned out to be a private tour. The story is a fascinating but sad one. Twenty-five-year-old Elizabeth Bonduel McCourt Doe met Colorado silver baron Horace Austin Warner Tabor, 24 years her senior, and was determined to make him hers. They scandalized Colorado and D.C. society alike with his divorce and their subsequent marriage, and then went on to spend millions in extravagant living. The Silver Panic of 1893 wiped out the Tabor fortune and Horace died in 1899. Baby Doe clung to their last mine, the Matchless, at all costs and died in abject poverty when she froze to death in the mine cabin in 1935.

 

Our tour guide told us that knowing of her pride and absolute refusal to accept charity, the town fathers ensured that the local train periodically "tipped over" one of the coal cars so as to spill coal into the area around her cabin. Similarly, the mercantile owner made sure a box of food fell off a wagon every now and again when going by the Matchless. Otherwise, she likely would have perished much sooner.

BabyDoe_web The cabin is maintained by the Leadville Historical Society and still holds many of her possessions. Except for the addition of a few exhibits (including the photographs), the room is pretty much as it was when she died. Note the walls covered with newspaper, a poor attempt at insulating the cabin from the bitter 10,000-foot temperatures.

 

Editor's note: On occasion I'll include thumbnails of my photos, rather than full-sized ones, so the copy can better flow in the page layout. Sorry, it's just the communicator in me! If you click on the thumbnail, you'll get a pop-up window with the full-size photo.

 

01/22/2009

Recalling Leadville (or where I got my blog photo)

I’ve received a lot of questions about my blog banner so I’m going to write a little about that tonight. The photo is one Scott took of me last September. We spent 15 days fly fishing in Colorado and northern New Mexico. This particular shot was taken in the Rocky Mountain foothills just outside Leadville, Colorado.

As the nation’s highest incorporated city (10,152 feet), Leadville is almost surreal in its starkness. It is at once interesting and slow-paced, seemingly caught in some undefined time warp. The people there are pretty eccentric and seem almost fanatical in their love of their town.

 

We had pulled into Leadville on a sunny day. The following morning we awoke to cold and a snow so pure it seemed almost blue-white in color. We jumped in the car and headed into the foothills as we’d planned to visit one of the historical mining cabins there. Being early, I grabbed my camera and began to shoot photos of the distant town and the mountains around us. Not until we got back home and I uploaded Scott’s photos, did I see this one of me.

 

I generally hate photos of myself, but I like this one. As I am looking through the lens, the camera obscures my face but leaves just enough uncovered that one can identify me. More importantly, this photo portrays me in the way I think of myself: an observer looking through her own lens, who appreciates the world around her and works to capture its beauty through art and self expression.

 

So, here’s the SOOTC (shot out of the camera):

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I think it’s a beautiful photo, just fine the way it is. The natural lighting reflects the blue-white quality I mentioned above and when I look at it, I instantly return in my imagination to Leadville. I hear Scott laughing as he chucks a little snowball in my vicinity. I duck playfully and run away. I feel the cold ache in my lungs, the icy feel of my cheeks as I pull the camera close to my face and squeeze the shutter slowly so as not to blur the image.

 

But I want a little extra something for my blog banner. I start to play with Photoshop actions and filters. Literally for hours, I try different combinations of light, hue, contrast and grain, until I happen upon the look I’m seeking:

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While I’m sacrificing some of the icy-blue tone, I’m bringing the industrial grunge that lay over Leadville like a light cotton blanket. With a little burn and a vignette blur, I create the time-warped edge I saw in the old mining cabin and structures around me.

 

Now when I look at this photo, I remember the story of Baby Doe Tabor and the reason we stopped in Leadville. I remember a mountain fishing trip, 15 perfect days of bliss with the man I love more than life.

 

And that is a story I’ll save for tomorrow. --jh

01/20/2009

Yes we can

Much as I love good writing, I am even more captivated by the spoken word, powerfully delivered with perfect pitch, a rich cadence and a confidence that can only come through deep conviction. 

I find politics to be a curious blend of fascination and repulsion. I am the worst kind of voter, cynical yet desperately hoping that someone can punch through that crust and expose me to new ideas and new ways of solving our nation and world's problems. I am a sorry realist and a shameful idealist, wanting so much to be part of a belief system where hard work, tolerance and the very best parts of community come together in a better life for all.

I lost my trust in government at the tender age of 15 as news of the Watergate scandal hit the airwaves. I've seen presidents lie, recklessly cavort with young, impressionable women and stumble-bumble through speeches to the point of wanting to rip out my fingernails with pliers. I spent the better part of my high school senior year studying our presidential process in preparation for the debate club that year and to this day still wonder why we bother with four-year terms. For God's sake, what can one do with four years? By the time one is elected, mans his/her cabinet, learns the ropes and starts to make headway, usually with a less-then-cooperative Congress, it's time for the president to start campaigning again. And if he/she is in their second term, they're considered a lame duck for at least the last year, if not more. This generally leads me to wonky thinking that perhaps the European royalty might have something on us with their king and queenly ways.

But back to the subject at hand ... me, wanting a leader that truly leads. One that can speak with conviction and also persuasion, who sparks something deep, something timeless, not only in me but seemingly in so many others who hear him. Hope ... hope and pride. Hope for our future, pride in our past. Hope for unity, hope for peace. Hope for a better life, for strong communities.

I watched the inauguration of Barack Hussein Obama II as our 44th president today. Like many around the world, I was mesmerized by his speech. With three different perspectives (American, Democrat and communicator), I lapped up every syllable, chewed on every concept and let go tears with his powerful conclusion. I came away resolved to do my part to make our country great again and to earn the blessings I enjoy. I came away with what I sought: hope and pride.

So that I have a record of this moving speech, I am including it here. And another detail I wish to remember: Obama's speechwriter, Jon Favreau, is a mere 27 years old.

Obama_web My fellow citizens:

I stand here today humbled by the task before us, grateful for the trust you have bestowed, mindful of the sacrifices borne by our ancestors. I thank President Bush for his service to our nation, as well as the generosity and cooperation he has shown throughout this transition.

Forty-four Americans have now taken the presidential oath. The words have been spoken during rising tides of prosperity and the still waters of peace. Yet, every so often, the oath is taken amidst gathering clouds and raging storms. At these moments, America has carried on not simply because of the skill or vision of those in high office, but because We the People have remained faithful to the ideals of our forebearers, and true to our founding documents.

So it has been. So it must be with this generation of Americans.

That we are in the midst of crisis is now well understood. Our nation is at war, against a far-reaching network of violence and hatred. Our economy is badly weakened, a consequence of greed and irresponsibility on the part of some, but also our collective failure to make hard choices and prepare the nation for a new age. Homes have been lost; jobs shed; businesses shuttered. Our health care is too costly; our schools fail too many; and each day brings further evidence that the ways we use energy strengthen our adversaries and threaten our planet.

These are the indicators of crisis, subject to data and statistics. Less measurable but no less profound is a sapping of confidence across our land -- a nagging fear that America's decline is inevitable, and that the next generation must lower its sights.

Today I say to you that the challenges we face are real. They are serious and they are many. They will not be met easily or in a short span of time. But know this, America: They will be met.

On this day, we gather because we have chosen hope over fear, unity of purpose over conflict and discord. On this day, we come to proclaim an end to the petty grievances and false promises, the recriminations and worn-out dogmas, that for far too long have strangled our politics.

We remain a young nation, but in the words of Scripture, the time has come to set aside childish things. The time has come to reaffirm our enduring spirit; to choose our better history; to carry forward that precious gift, that noble idea, passed on from generation to generation: the God-given promise that all are equal, all are free, and all deserve a chance to pursue their full measure of happiness.

In reaffirming the greatness of our nation, we understand that greatness is never a given. It must be earned. Our journey has never been one of shortcuts or settling for less. It has not been the path for the fainthearted -- for those who prefer leisure over work, or seek only the pleasures of riches and fame. Rather, it has been the risk-takers, the doers, the makers of things -- some celebrated, but more often men and women obscure in their labor -- who have carried us up the long, rugged path toward prosperity and freedom.

For us, they packed up their few worldly possessions and traveled across oceans in search of a new life. For us, they toiled in sweatshops and settled the West; endured the lash of the whip and plowed the hard earth. For us, they fought and died, in places like Concord and Gettysburg; Normandy and Khe Sahn.

Time and again, these men and women struggled and sacrificed and worked till their hands were raw so that we might live a better life. They saw America as bigger than the sum of our individual ambitions; greater than all the differences of birth or wealth or faction.

This is the journey we continue today. We remain the most prosperous, powerful nation on Earth. Our workers are no less productive than when this crisis began. Our minds are no less inventive, our goods and services no less needed than they were last week or last month or last year. Our capacity remains undiminished. But our time of standing pat, of protecting narrow interests and putting off unpleasant decisions -- that time has surely passed. Starting today, we must pick ourselves up, dust ourselves off, and begin again the work of remaking America.

For everywhere we look, there is work to be done. The state of the economy calls for action, bold and swift, and we will act -- not only to create new jobs, but to lay a new foundation for growth. We will build the roads and bridges, the electric grids and digital lines that feed our commerce and bind us together. We will restore science to its rightful place, and wield technology's wonders to raise health care's quality and lower its cost. We will harness the sun and the winds and the soil to fuel our cars and run our factories. And we will transform our schools and colleges and universities to meet the demands of a new age. All this we can do. And all this we will do.

Now, there are some who question the scale of our ambitions -- who suggest that our system cannot tolerate too many big plans. Their memories are short. For they have forgotten what this country has already done; what free men and women can achieve when imagination is joined to common purpose, and necessity to courage.

What the cynics fail to understand is that the ground has shifted beneath them -- that the stale political arguments that have consumed us for so long no longer apply. The question we ask today is not whether our government is too big or too small, but whether it works -- whether it helps families find jobs at a decent wage, care they can afford, a retirement that is dignified. Where the answer is yes, we intend to move forward. Where the answer is no, programs will end. And those of us who manage the public's dollars will be held to account -- to spend wisely, reform bad habits, and do our business in the light of day -- because only then can we restore the vital trust between a people and their government.

Nor is the question before us whether the market is a force for good or ill. Its power to generate wealth and expand freedom is unmatched, but this crisis has reminded us that without a watchful eye, the market can spin out of control -- and that a nation cannot prosper long when it favors only the prosperous. The success of our economy has always depended not just on the size of our gross domestic product, but on the reach of our prosperity; on our ability to extend opportunity to every willing heart -- not out of charity, but because it is the surest route to our common good.

As for our common defense, we reject as false the choice between our safety and our ideals. Our Founding Fathers, faced with perils we can scarcely imagine, drafted a charter to assure the rule of law and the rights of man, a charter expanded by the blood of generations. Those ideals still light the world, and we will not give them up for expedience's sake. And so to all other peoples and governments who are watching today, from the grandest capitals to the small village where my father was born: Know that America is a friend of each nation and every man, woman and child who seeks a future of peace and dignity, and that we are ready to lead once more.

Recall that earlier generations faced down fascism and communism not just with missiles and tanks, but with sturdy alliances and enduring convictions. They understood that our power alone cannot protect us, nor does it entitle us to do as we please. Instead, they knew that our power grows through its prudent use; our security emanates from the justness of our cause, the force of our example, the tempering qualities of humility and restraint.

We are the keepers of this legacy. Guided by these principles once more, we can meet those new threats that demand even greater effort -- even greater cooperation and understanding between nations. We will begin to responsibly leave Iraq to its people, and forge a hard-earned peace in Afghanistan. With old friends and former foes, we will work tirelessly to lessen the nuclear threat, and roll back the specter of a warming planet. We will not apologize for our way of life, nor will we waver in its defense, and for those who seek to advance their aims by inducing terror and slaughtering innocents, we say to you now that our spirit is stronger and cannot be broken; you cannot outlast us, and we will defeat you.

For we know that our patchwork heritage is a strength, not a weakness. We are a nation of Christians and Muslims, Jews and Hindus -- and nonbelievers. We are shaped by every language and culture, drawn from every end of this Earth; and because we have tasted the bitter swill of civil war and segregation, and emerged from that dark chapter stronger and more united, we cannot help but believe that the old hatreds shall someday pass; that the lines of tribe shall soon dissolve; that as the world grows smaller, our common humanity shall reveal itself; and that America must play its role in ushering in a new era of peace.

To the Muslim world, we seek a new way forward, based on mutual interest and mutual respect. To those leaders around the globe who seek to sow conflict, or blame their society's ills on the West: Know that your people will judge you on what you can build, not what you destroy. To those who cling to power through corruption and deceit and the silencing of dissent, know that you are on the wrong side of history; but that we will extend a hand if you are willing to unclench your fist.

To the people of poor nations, we pledge to work alongside you to make your farms flourish and let clean waters flow; to nourish starved bodies and feed hungry minds. And to those nations like ours that enjoy relative plenty, we say we can no longer afford indifference to suffering outside our borders; nor can we consume the world's resources without regard to effect. For the world has changed, and we must change with it.

As we consider the road that unfolds before us, we remember with humble gratitude those brave Americans who, at this very hour, patrol far-off deserts and distant mountains. They have something to tell us today, just as the fallen heroes who lie in Arlington whisper through the ages. We honor them not only because they are guardians of our liberty, but because they embody the spirit of service; a willingness to find meaning in something greater than themselves. And yet, at this moment -- a moment that will define a generation -- it is precisely this spirit that must inhabit us all.

For as much as government can do and must do, it is ultimately the faith and determination of the American people upon which this nation relies. It is the kindness to take in a stranger when the levees break, the selflessness of workers who would rather cut their hours than see a friend lose their job which sees us through our darkest hours. It is the firefighter's courage to storm a stairway filled with smoke, but also a parent's willingness to nurture a child, that finally decides our fate.

Our challenges may be new. The instruments with which we meet them may be new. But those values upon which our success depends -- hard work and honesty, courage and fair play, tolerance and curiosity, loyalty and patriotism -- these things are old. These things are true. They have been the quiet force of progress throughout our history. What is demanded then is a return to these truths. What is required of us now is a new era of responsibility -- a recognition, on the part of every American, that we have duties to ourselves, our nation and the world; duties that we do not grudgingly accept but rather seize gladly, firm in the knowledge that there is nothing so satisfying to the spirit, so defining of our character, than giving our all to a difficult task.

This is the price and the promise of citizenship. This is the source of our confidence -- the knowledge that God calls on us to shape an uncertain destiny. This is the meaning of our liberty and our creed -- why men and women and children of every race and every faith can join in celebration across this magnificent Mall, and why a man whose father less than 60 years ago might not have been served at a local restaurant can now stand before you to take a most sacred oath.

So let us mark this day with remembrance, of who we are and how far we have traveled. In the year of America's birth, in the coldest of months, a small band of patriots huddled by dying campfires on the shores of an icy river. The capital was abandoned. The enemy was advancing. The snow was stained with blood. At a moment when the outcome of our revolution was most in doubt, the father of our nation ordered these words be read to the people:

"Let it be told to the future world ... that in the depth of winter, when nothing but hope and virtue could survive... that the city and the country, alarmed at one common danger, came forth to meet [it]."

America. In the face of our common dangers, in this winter of our hardship, let us remember these timeless words. With hope and virtue, let us brave once more the icy currents, and endure what storms may come. Let it be said by our children's children that when we were tested, we refused to let this journey end, that we did not turn back, nor did we falter; and with eyes fixed on the horizon and God's grace upon us, we carried forth that great gift of freedom and delivered it safely to future generations.

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Italy Highlights

  • 25_The Trevi Fountain
    This album features highlights of our Sept. 23 - Oct. 10, 2007 trip to Italy. We visited the Tuscany region, Florence, Cinque Terra, Venice and Rome.