"I have all my equity sitting in a bank account. Talk like this makes me a little nervous." The investment banks are getting bailed out by our government while responsible borrowers and investors are getting the shaft. Is it any wonder why Americans are losing faith in our banking institutions and are putting their money into treasuries and foreign equities instead? "Lies, Lies, Lies In this environment, the unrelenting pressure â even the mandate â to transform well-meaning public officials into chronic liars is undeniable, and the examples are many: * High-ranking government officials in the 1970s who swore the S&Ls were safe, even as thousands of thrifts were failing all around them. * FDIC and Federal Reserve officials in the 1980s who vehemently denied the threat to commercial banks, even as the bank failure rate surged to the highest since the Great Depression. * State insurance regulators in the 1990s who swore to the safety of annuities and life insurance policies, even as six million policyholders were being trapped in failed companies. * Major Wall Street firms of the early 2000s that consistently affirmed "hold" and "buy" ratings for the shares of hundreds of companies that were going bankrupt. * Auditing firms like Arthur Andersen, KPMG, and Deloitte and Touche that facilitated or even encouraged accounting distortions and cover-ups. (For the details, see our white paper submitted to the U.S. Senate.) Today, the names and places may have changed. But the systemic deceptions have not." A link that might be useful: Distortions, Deceptions and Outright Lies by Martin D. Weiss, Ph.D. 04-07-08 www.moneyandmarkets.com

I doubt he killed this woman. He was in Chicago working on a big project for several days before this murder; she was in western Wisconsin at Taliesin in Spring Green. Plus 7 people were killed, only 1 was the wife. They were axed to death. FLW was an egomaniac but not a killer. If he was tired of a woman he would just leave her like he did before. Story: The Weekly Home News, August 20, 1914 "Murderer of Seven: Sets Fire to Country Home of Frank Lloyd Wright Near Spring Green" While the members of the household were at dinner, last Saturday, Julian Carlton, a negro servant, fired Frank Lloyd Wrights bungalow, murdered seven and seriously wounded one with a hatchet and another received injuries in jumping from a window. The dead are: Mrs. Mamah Borthwick, their son and daughter, John and Martha Cheney, aged 11 and 9 respectively; Emil Brodelle, aged 30, an architectural draftsman; Thomas Brunker, of Ridgeway, hostler; Ernest Weston, 13-year-old son of Mr. And Mrs. Wm. Weston of Spring Green; and David Lindblom, gardener. The wounded are: William H. Weston of Spring Green, foreman of the bungalow activities, and Herbert Fritz of Chicago. The latter escaped the negros wrath but received a broken arm and glass cuts in making his escape through a window. He was also slightly burned. Mr. Wright was in Chicago, where business had called him several days before and he escaped the murders hatchet. The negro waiter had served dinner to the men in the small room temporarily used for that purpose and to Mrs. Borthwick and her children on the dining porch, which was located just off the guest room where the childs room had been. While they were eating he came to the door and asked Mr. Weston for gasoline, with which to clean a rug, and was given permission to get some. Soon after, those in the dining room heard a splash against the door and in an instant the room was full of flaming gasoline, which the fiend had poured against and under the door. As they attempted to escape, some through the door and some through a window, the negro struck them down with a hatchet. Mr. Fritz was the first out. He says that he and Mr. Brodelle were eating at a separate table, and as the room burst into flames he sprang for the window and made his escape, getting out before the murderer was prepared. Mr. Fritz was followed through the window which was about five feet from the ground, by Mr. Brodelle and Wm. Weston in the order named. As the two latter came through they were hatchted. Fritz says he saw Brodelle staggering about and saw the negro strike Weston. The other occupants of the dining room, he says, got out through the door, which was just beside the window. Mr. Weston said that as he came through the window Carlton struck him with the hatchet and he fell. He got up and ran across the court to the studio. Carlton followed him and struck him a second time, knocking him down. Probably thinking him dead the negro went back to the slaughter. Mr. Weston then ran out another way and found David Lindblom wounded and burning. He helped him extinguish his burning clothing and together they ran to the Rieder home half a mile away and telephoned for help. Above are the stories of the only survivors of the tragedy... The Famous Bungalow The country home, the scene of the terrible tragedy, was a typical Wright creation built some three years ago as a retreat for a man and woman of unconventional ideas and is located on a hill just across the river directly south of Spring Green. It is a long, low structure, carved into the brow of the hill. On three sides the building bounds an oblong court. The fourth side is a terrace joining the bungalow tot he hill upon the side of which it slings. At one end of another adjoining court are the granary, stables and mens sleeping rooms; then, at right angles and connecting the two ends, is that part which contained offices, studio and an open loggia. Then comes the portion, near the entrance to the court, built for Mr. Wrights mother, which was being temporarily used as a dining room by the workmen and draftsmen. Adjoining this dwelling, Mr. Wright himself lived. All this portion is completely burned. Mr. Wright will start at once to rebuild. Frank Lloyd Wright To His Neighbors To My Neighbors: To you who have rallied so bravely and well to our assistanceto you who have been invariably kind to us allI would say something to defend a brave and lovely woman from the pestilential touch of stories made by the press for the man in the street, even now, with the loyal fellows lying dead beside her, any one of whom would have given his life to defend her. I cannot bear to leave unsaid things that might brighten memory of her in the mind of anyone. But they must be left unsaid. I am thankful to all who showed her kindness or courtesy and that means many. No community anywhere could have received the trying circumstances of her life among you in a more high-minded way. I believe at no time has anything been shown her as she moved in your midst but courtesy and sympathy. This she won for herself by her innate dignity and gentleness of character but anotherperhaps any other communitywould have seen her through the eyes of the press that even now insists upon decorating her death with the fact, first and foremost, that she was once another mans wife, "a wife who left her children." That must not be forgotten in this man-made world. A wife still is "property." And yet the well-known fact that another bears the name and title she once bore had no significance. The birds of prey were loosed upon her in death as well as in life, to fee that Moloch of the heart that maintains itself at the cost of "the man in the street," by preaching to him in vulgar language the Gospel of Mediocrity. But this noble woman had a soul that belonged to her alonethat valued womanhood above wifehood or motherhood. A woman with a capacity for love and life made really by a higher ideal of truth, a finer courage, a higher more difficult ideal of the white flame of chastity than was "moral" or expedient and for which she was compelled to crucify all that society holds sacred and essentialin name! And finally, out of the mass of lies which forms the article covering this catastrophe in Sundays Chicago Tribune, is a lie the work of an assassin that in malice belongs with the mad black except that he struck tin the heat of madness and this assassin strikes the living and the dead in cool malice. In our life together there has been no thought of secrecy except to protect others from the contaminating stories of newspaper scandal; no pretense of a condition that did not exist. We have lived frankly and sincerely as we believed and we have tried to help others to live their lives according to their ideals. Neither of us expected to relinquish a potent influence in our childrens lives for goodnor have we. Our children have lacked the atmosphere of an ideal love between father and mothernothing else that could further their development. How many children have more in the conventional home? Mamahs children were with her when she died. They have been with her every summer. She felt that she did more for her children in holding high above them the womanhood of their mother than by sacrificing it to them. And in her life, the tragedy was that it became necessary to choose the one or the other. The circumstances before and after we came here to live among you have all been falsified and vulgarizedit is no use now to try to set them straightbut there was none of the cheap deception the evading of consequences that mark writhings from the obligations of the matrimonial trap. Nor did Mamah ever intend to devote her life to theories or doctrines. She loved Ellen Key as everyone does who know her. Only true love is free loveno other kind is or ever can be fee. The "freedom" in which we joined was infinitely more difficult than any conformity with customs could have been. Few will ever venture it. It is not lives lived on this plane that menace the well-being of society. No, they can only serve to ennoble it. It has sometimes been a source of annoyance to Mamah that one or two friends to whom she occasionally wrote persisted in reading a meaning between her lines that convicted her of an endeavor to seem happy, when they thought she ought not to be. I suppose when we live safe in the "heart of the block" we yearn to feel that in another situation than ourin circumstances we fail to understandthere must be unhappiness, or in circumstances of which we disapprovean "EXPIATION." This is peculiarly "Christian." Mamah and I have had our struggles, our differences, our moments of jealous fear for our ideals of each otherthey are not lacking in any close human relationshipsbut they served only to bind us more closely together. We were more than merely happy even when momentarily miserable. And she was true as only a woman who loves know the meaning of the word. Her soul has entered me and it shall not be lost. You wives with your certificates for lovingpray that you may love as much and be loved as well as was Mamah Borthwick! You mothers and fathers with daughtersbe satisfied if what life you have invested in them works itself out upon as high a plane as it has done in the life of this lovely woman. She was struck down by a tragedy that hangs by the slender thread of reason over the lives of all, a thread which may snap at any time in any home with consequences as disastrous. And I would urge you upon young and old alike that "Nature knows neither Past nor Futurethe Present is her Eternity." Unless we realize that brave truth there will come a bitter time when the thought of how much more potent with love and action that precious "Present" might have been, will desolate our hearts. She is dead. I have buried her in the little Chapel burying ground of my peoplebeside the little son of my sister, a beautiful boy of ten, who loved her and whom she loved muchand while the place where she live with me is a charred and blackened ruin, the little things of our daily life gone, I shall replace it all little by little as nearly as it may be done. I shall set it all up again for the spirit of the mortals that lived in it and loved itwill live in it still. My home will still be there. Frank Lloyd Wright Many architects, including myself, are designers, good at math and logic, but we are also writers. One reason is that architecture school encourages that introspection, the examination of your concepts, your inspiration, and to answer questions like to what do you aspire. The servant may have felt he was back in the slavery days. Who could blame him for feeling upset? But to translate that into murder is just evil. Attempting to burn people to death and them axing them to death instead is pure evil. FLW never married this murdered woman because the wife (and 6 children) he left would not give him a divorce. He had no motive to kill her and the others at Taliesin.

I suggest you go to artspan.com and see how other photographers are displaying their work, it's a great site and also has a friendly forum. From what I gather, this is not your real site, just a practice site you are testing . You also seem to be using it as a portfolio to show that you can take real estate photos, museum tours, I think you need a focus of some kind as far as selling your flowers, have more of them in that section . The daisies are the one I like least because it does not look like a photo . It's good for you to ask for feedback here but if you want to test saleability, possibly start on ebay or etsy, see if they really sell. Good luck in your budding career !!

Everdebz, to answer your questions... I don't know how big my dining table is (I haven't seen it in 1.5 years). It seats 6 comfortably or 8 if you crowd the ends. I prefer to keep it to 6. Yes, I am still looking for large scale, abstract, minimalistic art in any colors except red and yellow. I especially like black (if there was a darker color it would be my favorite), grey, dark to medium purple, and dark or rust orange. I'm not a huge fan of whimsical or fantasy. I wouldn't do 3 paintings to make 1 or have something that yells modern cliche to me. I would say I have a thousand dollar taste on a five hundred dollar budget, every time I see some thing I love, I wish it were about half the price. I do understand artists and art dealers need to make a buck but I think my expectations thus far exceed my pocketbook's depth. :)