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Large Slip In Photo Albums
- A photographic album, or photo album, is a collection of photographs, generally in a book. Some albums have compartments which the photos may be slipped into; other albums have heavy paper with a sticky surface covered with clear plastic sheets, in which photos can be put.
- (Photo Album (Nickelback DVD)) Photo Album is a compilation DVD released in 2005 that contains all eight of Nickelback's music videos released up to that date. The first seven videos had already been released on the previous DVD The Videos.
- (The Photo Album) The Photo Album is the third studio album by indie rock band Death Cab for Cutie, released on October 9, 2001, on Barsuk Records.
- Of considerable or relatively great size, extent, or capacity
- above average in size or number or quantity or magnitude or extent; "a large city"; "set out for the big city"; "a large sum"; "a big (or large) barn"; "a large family"; "big businesses"; "a big expenditure"; "a large number of newspapers"; "a big group of scientists"; "large areas of the world"
- Pursuing an occupation or commercial activity on a significant scale
- a garment size for a large person
- at a distance, wide of something (as of a mark)
- Of greater size than the ordinary, esp. with reference to a size of clothing or to the size of a packaged commodity
large slip in photo albums - Pioneer Ledger
Pioneer Ledger Le'Memo Bi-Directional Bound Photo Album, Solid Color Covers
photo albums: One of the most versatile albums ever invented for event and family personal photos the BI-DIRECTIONAL series features pages that can display photos both horizontally and vertically up to 4x6 plus panoramics up to 4x12. 300 photo capacity 3-UP Archival quality paper and plastic acid lignin and PVC free Optically clear pockets with shaded background enhance the look of your prints Library book style book binding - not refillable Elegant BLACK book cover design with antique gold tooled accents and color coordinated "PHOTO ALBUM" emblem on spine Overall size measures approximately 10"w x 14"h x 1?"d Micro static slip-in pockets protect and hold photos in-place Bonus CD / digital photo card storage pages included Durable gold-tone metal coil binding Patented pockets hold horizontal or vertical prints up to 4" x 6" plus panoramics Produced by the Pioneer company.
100 years, looking back, What if?
(work in progress) The thunderstorm had rolled in on the old decrept building Parx had lived in the last two thirds of his life unexpectedly. Parx probably couldn't remember the last time the house had been without a layer of dust over everythign but the kitchen, the couch, the bar and the bedroom. Even the upstairs desk was brown with layers. Though there were the occassional leaks during the rain. Work was always busy. The Agency ran itself these days. Had branched out from bodyguards to pickup the slack. BlackStar... Well. BlackStar was gone in the sense that he was the only one left on the island that could remember when business -had- been good. But thats getting away from the story. Once could tell by the way the rain was comeing in that today would be miserable. It hadn't stopped raining for almost three days now. Just by looking at the place one could tell the man who resided within kept it functional, if lacking creature comforts. The firepalce was burning brightly. The old faded furnature was of course nearly a hundred years old. Everything in the palce was, the only thing older was the man himself. Business was slow and so he found himself sitting on the couch, a bottle of whiskey between his fingers. His eyes were dark as they glared into the fire. He reeked of death, his approaching death? or possably others, no one knew.Taking a look at the man you could say he was in his late fourties. Probably early fifties. Johnathon Argus Parx had seen alot of shit in his days. All one hundred and fifty-two of them. Every day was a waking nightmare for the man, And only the killing made any sense to him now. His mind was awash with screams, of mothers and children, fathers and sons begging for mercy before he snuffed them out like candles. His trusted shotgun lay on the floor, the breach open and one shell remaining within. IT had become a ritual for him to load just one shell into it now. Woudl tonight be yet another night? Staring at the weapon and wondering if anyone would even notice if Johnny Parx faded into the dark like so many other monsters of Midian had? Multiple bottles of whiskey lay on a tray upon the floor some empty, others partialy gone. But what truly had the mans attention was a detail, one he normaly never even noticed upon the rock wall of the fireplace. One of the bricks was loose. Had always been for as long as he could remember. Why it naver drew his attention was probably lost to the ages. What truly made him reel was when pulling back the brick he found another brick was loose. and another. A secret compartment revealed a photo album. Covered in dust. He'd turn to walk away, standing before the fire, Hands calloused and worn thumbed through it and just settled on opening in the middle before he'd drop it in a hurry as if branded. The book landed in a heap, photos scattering aroudn it and dust lifting from the pages. Falling to his knees before the photoalbum shaking hands, yes, shaking. Long ago he'd given up the mechanical arms. So long ago he couldn't remember when, why or where. His fingers lifted up the first photo and he'd choke up with tears. The woman in the picture was young, she was scarred, a partial glasgow didn't deny her beauty. It enhanced it. He loved her scars, they made her unique, showed boldly to the world they proved she wouldn't falter. She had captured his heart and even now she still held it, long dead though she may be. Tears streaked this old mans face. The stale, stagnant, depressing air stirred. A floor above him there rested a picture upon the wall, layers of dust concealing the picture beneath of the same woman. He hadn't looked upon it in ages. Neither had he looked upon the one near the dining table. But these photo's. He'd enevr even known about. A secret scrap book, doomed to remain unfinished by the cruel fate of time. He had outlived her, when once he could have only prayed he lived long enough for her. "Rhapsody..." To many Rhapsody was just a word, a state of bliss. To him, it was a name. A womans name. -Her- Name. It brought back many dark thoguhts. All of them scatching and sharp upon the crumbling walls of his heart. Alchohol had helped in the beginning. then time had crept in and ruined the man. Alchoholism, Murder, Betrayel, Hate, Anger, Insanity. It had all dragged him down and he'd forgotten, or had he merely jsut pretended al lthese years that she ment nothing to him? Either way the tears came and splashed hotly upon the floor as he wept. Love like theirs only happened once in a lifetime. Now more than ever that single shell looked so inviting. He'd retrive a photo of her and him. Happier days. That white dress had looked so beautiful on her. The place of the picture had been perfect. They had eachother. He'd drop the bottle of whiskey and not even register the clatter of it upon the platter. The photo slipped from his hand as he hung his hea. He could almost feel her right there with him, reaching up to him. Taking the pho
The Million Dollar Quartet
"Million Dollar Quartet" is the name given to recordings made on Tuesday December 4, 1956 in the Sun Record Studios in Memphis, Tennessee. The recordings were of an impromptu jam session among Elvis Presley, Jerry Lee Lewis, Carl Perkins, and Johnny Cash. The jam session seems to have happened by pure chance. Perkins, who by this time had already met success with "Blue Suede Shoes", had come into the studios that day, accompanied by his brothers Clayton and Jay and by drummer W.S. Holland, their aim being to cut some new material, including a revamped version of an old blues song, "Matchbox". Sam Phillips, the owner of Sun Records, who wished to try to fatten this sparse rockabilly instrumentation, had brought in his latest acquisition, singer and piano man extraordinaire Jerry Lee Lewis, still unknown outside Memphis, to play piano on the Perkins session. Sometime in the early afternoon, Elvis Presley, a former Sun artist himself but now at RCA, dropped in to pay a casual visit accompanied by a girlfriend, Marilyn Evans. He was, at the time, the biggest name in show business, having hit the top of the singles charts five times, and topping the album charts twice in the preceding 12-month period. Less than four months earlier, he had appeared on The Ed Sullivan Show, pulling an unheard-of 83% of the television audience, which was estimated at 55 million, the largest in history up to that time. After chatting with Philips in the control room, Presley listened to the playback of Perkins’ session, which he pronounced to be good. Then he went out into the studio and some time later the jam session began. Phillips left the tapes running in order to "capture the moment" as a souvenir and for posterity. At some point during the session, Sun artist Johnny Cash, who had recently enjoyed a few hits on the country charts, popped in. (Cash wrote in his autobiography Cash that it was he who was first to arrive at Sun Studio that day.) As Jerry Lee pounded away on the piano, Elvis and girlfriend Evans slipped out at some point. Cash claims in Cash that "no one wanted to follow Jerry Lee, not even Elvis." As the session continued, Phillips spotted an opportunity for some publicity and called a local newspaper, the Memphis Press-Scimitar. Bob Johnson, the newspaper’s entertainment editor, came over to the studios accompanied by a UPI representative named Leo Soroca and a photographer. The following day, an article, written by Johnson about the session, was published in the Memphis Press-Scimitar under the title "Million Dollar Quartet". The article contained the now-famous photograph of Presley seated at the piano surrounded by Lewis, Perkins and Cash. (The original, uncropped version of the photo also includes Evans, shown seated atop the piano.)
large slip in photo albums
Four Texas teens stumble upon a living nightmare when an electrical storm creates a time portal. The group unintentionally journeys 158 years back in time where they are held captive by a band of Karankawa Indians. On the desolate Texas wetlands, the mismatched teens must confront their inner-demons, survive the hostile environment, and find a way to work together to get back home.
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