Wednesday 13 April 2016
Francis John Corleone!
My new and first grandson, Francis John Corleone was born on January 9th, 2016! To this day (April 13th), he is 3 months and 4 days. I couldn't be happier to see his progress as he is growing up to be a young child. I was present at the time when this beauty was born, at 1:30 in the morning! I was surprised an old man like me was still awake at this time! LOL! It birth was breathtaking! I've never seen anything more beautiful than this kind of procedure. (You may think I'm a little insane, but just remember, I was a surgeon in my time long ago before I was a photographer!) It just takes me back to the times where I remember my wife, Jane giving birth to my stunning daughter, Elizabeth, nearly 30 years ago! A few days after Francis was born, I had to leave Kansas to go on my planned trip to Vietnam. Man: that place is simply splendid! Beautiful architecture everywhere! It was stunning! When I was in Vietnam, I decided I missed my itty-bitty little grandson WAY to much. I had to go back to Kansas. All I can say about Francis is that he's going to be a handsome young chap.
Thursday 19 February 2015
Antarctica!
Guess what?! I am going to Antarctica very soon! I will be going to Antarctica straight from Hawaii. I have already brought all of my Antarctica luggage with me to Hawaii. The infant penguins will be fledging at this time. Hopefully I could see some whales too!
Monday 16 February 2015
About Me
Hello, my name is Charles Pennington. I am making this blog to show my photography and further promote it. I go all over the world. Photography is my passion and I would love to share it with the entire world. I have an instagram @charles_the_photographer. I post my travels and my life through pictures on there.
I am sixty-three years old. I live in the beautiful capital of England, and perhaps Europe, London. I have lived in London for my entire life. I have two siblings, a brother and a sister. My brother is ten years younger than me and he lives in Indiana, United States of America with his two boys, ages twelve and nine, and his wife. My sister is two years younger than me and she stayed in England. She moved to Surrey, England and has successfully raised two girls, now twenty six and nineteen years of age, and three boys, ages twenty nine, thirty three, and thirty five. She lives with her second husband and they have been married for four years. My parents were great people as well, but sadly my mother passed away from a heart attack only quite recently, only about 5 and a half months ago, and my father passed away in a construction accident in 2009.
I grew up in a nice flat in London. It was quaint, but perfect for our family. The house had two bedrooms. I shared a room with my sister for eight years, until my baby brother came along. After that, all three of us were crammed into one room. My father was a journalist and was constantly running out of the flat to catch an interview or to get the news on the latest story. My mother stayed at home until my brother turned three and when I was thirteen and old enough to babysit. She became a store clerk at the local clothing store. She worked from twelve to eight everyday. My siblings and I were alone in the flat a lot. After school we would walk home together and then we play games. We didn't have much money and we did not have a television, only a radio. My sister and I played games together all the time when growing up, but it was harder to include my brother since he was so much younger. When he was five and I was fifteen, I would walk to his school and pick him up. My sister would meet us there and we would go out occasionally for ice cream at the least expensive store. I was intelligent in high school and always did well on my exams. I studied hard because I wanted to be a surgeon.
Throughout high school, I worked at the local sweet store. I saved up money to pay for college after my two first, free years. From age fourteen and nineteen I had saved up enough money for one more year at my school, but I would need another thirteen to became a critical care surgeon. I could not just spend sixty five years of my life saving up by working at the candy store! I asked the owner for a raise, but it was not much, but it was something. When I was twenty years old, my father bought me my first camera. I was very excited to start using it. I started using it by just taking pictures of my family and our section of London. One day when I was off at my eight hour shift at the sweet shop, my father showed the photographs to his employer. His employer loved them and since he ran the newspaper, he allowed me to take some photographs for the newspaper and to get paid for it. My work hours quickly went from eight to about eighteen. I would constantly run around to the nearest scene where some news broke out. I got a lot of money from taking photos for the paper. Soon people discovered me little by little, and I was taking portraits for families, and selling my photographs. My "big break" was in 1963 when I photographed Princess Alexandra of Kent and Angus Ogilvy's wedding. When I was twenty two I went to college. I was still working at the sweet store for three hours a day now, making studying and college even more difficult. I would work at the store for an hour during the lunch break, then two hours after the school children got out of school. I was still photographing events, but not as much. I had to take out many loans for school, and was left practically broke after my sixteen years of training to become a surgeon.
During my surgical training, I met a girl named Jane. She came into the sweet shop one day, picking up chocolate for her boyfriend. She was brunette and had gorgeous, green eyes. She was absolutely stunning. Jane sat down in one of the stools and asked for the best chocolate in the shop. I gave it to her and our eyes met. Jane came into the store every day for a shake, usually vanilla. I would talk to her and I never became bored with her voice. I realized that I was in love with a girl who had a man. I knew that I needed to stop. I told Jane the next day she came in, about a month after first meeting her, that she needed to leave and go to a different store because I could not handle her. She sipped on her straw and pulled me over the counter and kissed me. She told me that she had broken up with her boyfriend because she had met me. Jane and I courted for a year before getting married. I was twenty four, and she was nineteen. We moved into our own flat right by a hospital (which conveniently I would be working at later.) Jane worked at a jewelry store in London during the day while I was training. We lived together alone for many years. We tried to have children, but it never worked. Finally in 1984, Jane announced that she was pregnant. We had been living together for nearly nine years, and finally a baby was coming. On March 7th, 1985, our daughter, Elizabeth was born. She ended up looking exactly like her mother. Jane was twenty eight at the time and I was thirty three. March 7th was the best day of my life.
I graduated from college in 1980 and began to photograph for the newspaper again as I waited for a surgical job opening. Finally, one opened one year after my graduation. I still had all of my loans, but I was determined to pay them off. I juggled professional photography and being a surgeon, both very unpredictable. I payed off my loans by 1984 and was ready to take care of Elizabeth when she was born in 1985. After ten years of work, I was promoted to the head critical care surgeon in the hospital. I had to quit professional photography and make it more of a hobby. I provided for my family. We were able to move into a fairly large house in London. It was expensive and antique.We took many family trips across Europe. We went to America numerous times including north, central, and south. Elizabeth loved traveling and started when she was six.
In 2000, Jane died. She was involved in a car crash caused by an intoxicated driver. Elizabeth was only fifteen at the time of her mother's death. She became very distant and did not talk to anyone. I knew that she needed a woman figure in the house. My sister had recently gotten a divorce and needed somewhere to stay. Her oldest boy was twenty years old and at college, but her other children, a boy, Matthew, of eighteen years, another boy, Peter, fourteen years of age, a girl, Lucy, only eleven, and a little girl named Charlotte, who was four years old at the time. My sister had given birth to her first child at age twenty, and her final at age thirty six. Although unfortunate events happened to both my sister and me, God had a plan. I could help her get along and she could help my daughter.
Over the next four years of my daughter's life, she became practically siblings with her cousins. Our house had enough room, however it was a bit cramped at times. My daughter went on to the same college as me to become a nurse. I could be more proud. In 2006, my sister moved out into her own home in Surrey, England with her two daughters. My daughter graduated college a couple years later in 2008. She moved back in with me and worked at the same hospital as I did. After two years of working together in the hospital, my daughter met a man at a party. The two really hit it off. His name was James and the two of them started dating instantly. James was originally from America but was living in London and was finding odd jobs to do. They dated from 2011 until 2014 when they became engaged. They moved in together, leaving me alone in my house. I had retired early from my job after I had a heart attack, threatening my job performance and the safety of others in while I would be performing the surgery. I never realized my wealth after my daughter left. I had a lot of money saved up because my house was so modest. I had millions saved up. My father had past away, leaving me some money and my wife's insurance left me one million five hundred thousand dollars. My retirement fund also left me money. I decided to keep our small, expensive-looking house, which really did not cost all that much, and to pursue my life as a photographer. I began traveling the world in. I had the money to do so and I did. My first trip was to New York City in The United States of America. After that I traveled the world. I took photographs and got hired by some magazines and private companies just to make some cash on the side. I paid for part of my daughter's wedding and honeymoon as well. Now I get to live my dream and it is amazing.
I am sixty-three years old. I live in the beautiful capital of England, and perhaps Europe, London. I have lived in London for my entire life. I have two siblings, a brother and a sister. My brother is ten years younger than me and he lives in Indiana, United States of America with his two boys, ages twelve and nine, and his wife. My sister is two years younger than me and she stayed in England. She moved to Surrey, England and has successfully raised two girls, now twenty six and nineteen years of age, and three boys, ages twenty nine, thirty three, and thirty five. She lives with her second husband and they have been married for four years. My parents were great people as well, but sadly my mother passed away from a heart attack only quite recently, only about 5 and a half months ago, and my father passed away in a construction accident in 2009.
I grew up in a nice flat in London. It was quaint, but perfect for our family. The house had two bedrooms. I shared a room with my sister for eight years, until my baby brother came along. After that, all three of us were crammed into one room. My father was a journalist and was constantly running out of the flat to catch an interview or to get the news on the latest story. My mother stayed at home until my brother turned three and when I was thirteen and old enough to babysit. She became a store clerk at the local clothing store. She worked from twelve to eight everyday. My siblings and I were alone in the flat a lot. After school we would walk home together and then we play games. We didn't have much money and we did not have a television, only a radio. My sister and I played games together all the time when growing up, but it was harder to include my brother since he was so much younger. When he was five and I was fifteen, I would walk to his school and pick him up. My sister would meet us there and we would go out occasionally for ice cream at the least expensive store. I was intelligent in high school and always did well on my exams. I studied hard because I wanted to be a surgeon.
Throughout high school, I worked at the local sweet store. I saved up money to pay for college after my two first, free years. From age fourteen and nineteen I had saved up enough money for one more year at my school, but I would need another thirteen to became a critical care surgeon. I could not just spend sixty five years of my life saving up by working at the candy store! I asked the owner for a raise, but it was not much, but it was something. When I was twenty years old, my father bought me my first camera. I was very excited to start using it. I started using it by just taking pictures of my family and our section of London. One day when I was off at my eight hour shift at the sweet shop, my father showed the photographs to his employer. His employer loved them and since he ran the newspaper, he allowed me to take some photographs for the newspaper and to get paid for it. My work hours quickly went from eight to about eighteen. I would constantly run around to the nearest scene where some news broke out. I got a lot of money from taking photos for the paper. Soon people discovered me little by little, and I was taking portraits for families, and selling my photographs. My "big break" was in 1963 when I photographed Princess Alexandra of Kent and Angus Ogilvy's wedding. When I was twenty two I went to college. I was still working at the sweet store for three hours a day now, making studying and college even more difficult. I would work at the store for an hour during the lunch break, then two hours after the school children got out of school. I was still photographing events, but not as much. I had to take out many loans for school, and was left practically broke after my sixteen years of training to become a surgeon.
During my surgical training, I met a girl named Jane. She came into the sweet shop one day, picking up chocolate for her boyfriend. She was brunette and had gorgeous, green eyes. She was absolutely stunning. Jane sat down in one of the stools and asked for the best chocolate in the shop. I gave it to her and our eyes met. Jane came into the store every day for a shake, usually vanilla. I would talk to her and I never became bored with her voice. I realized that I was in love with a girl who had a man. I knew that I needed to stop. I told Jane the next day she came in, about a month after first meeting her, that she needed to leave and go to a different store because I could not handle her. She sipped on her straw and pulled me over the counter and kissed me. She told me that she had broken up with her boyfriend because she had met me. Jane and I courted for a year before getting married. I was twenty four, and she was nineteen. We moved into our own flat right by a hospital (which conveniently I would be working at later.) Jane worked at a jewelry store in London during the day while I was training. We lived together alone for many years. We tried to have children, but it never worked. Finally in 1984, Jane announced that she was pregnant. We had been living together for nearly nine years, and finally a baby was coming. On March 7th, 1985, our daughter, Elizabeth was born. She ended up looking exactly like her mother. Jane was twenty eight at the time and I was thirty three. March 7th was the best day of my life.
I graduated from college in 1980 and began to photograph for the newspaper again as I waited for a surgical job opening. Finally, one opened one year after my graduation. I still had all of my loans, but I was determined to pay them off. I juggled professional photography and being a surgeon, both very unpredictable. I payed off my loans by 1984 and was ready to take care of Elizabeth when she was born in 1985. After ten years of work, I was promoted to the head critical care surgeon in the hospital. I had to quit professional photography and make it more of a hobby. I provided for my family. We were able to move into a fairly large house in London. It was expensive and antique.We took many family trips across Europe. We went to America numerous times including north, central, and south. Elizabeth loved traveling and started when she was six.
In 2000, Jane died. She was involved in a car crash caused by an intoxicated driver. Elizabeth was only fifteen at the time of her mother's death. She became very distant and did not talk to anyone. I knew that she needed a woman figure in the house. My sister had recently gotten a divorce and needed somewhere to stay. Her oldest boy was twenty years old and at college, but her other children, a boy, Matthew, of eighteen years, another boy, Peter, fourteen years of age, a girl, Lucy, only eleven, and a little girl named Charlotte, who was four years old at the time. My sister had given birth to her first child at age twenty, and her final at age thirty six. Although unfortunate events happened to both my sister and me, God had a plan. I could help her get along and she could help my daughter.
Over the next four years of my daughter's life, she became practically siblings with her cousins. Our house had enough room, however it was a bit cramped at times. My daughter went on to the same college as me to become a nurse. I could be more proud. In 2006, my sister moved out into her own home in Surrey, England with her two daughters. My daughter graduated college a couple years later in 2008. She moved back in with me and worked at the same hospital as I did. After two years of working together in the hospital, my daughter met a man at a party. The two really hit it off. His name was James and the two of them started dating instantly. James was originally from America but was living in London and was finding odd jobs to do. They dated from 2011 until 2014 when they became engaged. They moved in together, leaving me alone in my house. I had retired early from my job after I had a heart attack, threatening my job performance and the safety of others in while I would be performing the surgery. I never realized my wealth after my daughter left. I had a lot of money saved up because my house was so modest. I had millions saved up. My father had past away, leaving me some money and my wife's insurance left me one million five hundred thousand dollars. My retirement fund also left me money. I decided to keep our small, expensive-looking house, which really did not cost all that much, and to pursue my life as a photographer. I began traveling the world in. I had the money to do so and I did. My first trip was to New York City in The United States of America. After that I traveled the world. I took photographs and got hired by some magazines and private companies just to make some cash on the side. I paid for part of my daughter's wedding and honeymoon as well. Now I get to live my dream and it is amazing.
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