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Deep in the Swamps of Northern Kalifornia.
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SALVATION THROUGH FAITH IN JESUS CHRIST - ALONE!
12 Salvation is found in no one else, for there is no other name under heaven given to men by which we must be saved."
❤️❤️ IT'S ALL JESUS AND NONE OF OURSELVES! ❤️❤️
16 I am not ashamed of the gospel, because it is the power of God for the SALVATION of everyone WHO BELIEVES: first for the Jew, then for the Gentile. 17 For in the gospel a RIGHTEOUSNESS FROM GOD IS REVEALED, a righteousness that is by FAITH FROM FIRST TO LAST, just as it is written: "THE RIGHTEOUS WILL LIVE BY FAITH." (Romans 1:16-17)
16 KNOW that a man is NOT justified by observing the law, but by FAITH IN JESUS CHRIST. So we, too, have put our faith in Christ Jesus that we may be JUSTIFIED BY FAITH in CHRIST and NOT by observing the law, BECAUSE BY OBSERVING THE LAW NO ONE WILL BE JUSTIFIED. (Galatians 2:16)
1. Now, brothers, I want to remind you of the gospel I preached to you, which you received and on which you have taken your stand. 2. BY THIS GOSPEL YOU ARE SAVED, if you hold firmly to the word I preached to you. Otherwise, you have believed in vain.
3. For what I received I passed on to you as of first importance: that Christ died for our sins according to the Scriptures, 4. that he was buried, that he was raised on the third day according to the Scriptures, 5. and that he appeared to Peter, and then to the Twelve. 6. After that, he appeared to more than five hundred of the brothers at the same time, most of whom are still living, though some have fallen asleep. 7. Then he appeared to James, then to all the apostles, 8. and last of all he appeared to me also, as to one abnormally born.
9. For I am the least of the apostles and do not even deserve to be called an apostle, because I persecuted the church of God. 10. But by the grace of God I am what I am, and his grace to me was not without effect. No, I worked harder than all of them--yet not I, but the grace of God that was with me. 11. Whether, then, it was I or they, this is what we preach, and this is what you believed. (1 Corinthians 15:1-11)
7. Therefore Jesus said again, "I tell you the truth, I am the gate for the sheep. 8. All who ever came before me were thieves and robbers, but the sheep did not listen to them. 9. I am the gate; whoever enters through me WILL BE SAVED. He will come in and go out, and find pasture. 10. The thief comes only to STEAL and KILL and DESTROY; I have come that they may have LIFE, and have it to the FULL. (John 10:7-10)
1 Brothers, my heart's desire and prayer to God for the Israelites is that they may be saved. 2 For I can testify about them that they are zealous for God, but their zeal is not based on knowledge. 3 Since they did not know the righteousness that comes from God and sought to establish their own, they did not submit to God's righteousness. 4 Christ is the end of the law so that there may be righteousness for everyone who believes.
5 Moses describes in this way the righteousness that is by the law: "The man who does these things will live by them." 6 But the righteousness that is by faith says: "Do not say in your heart, 'Who will ascend into heaven?'" (that is, to bring Christ down) 7 "or 'Who will descend into the deep?'" (that is, to bring Christ up from the dead). 8 But what does it say? "The word is near you; it is in your mouth and in your heart," that is, the word of faith we are proclaiming: 9 That if you confess with your mouth, "Jesus is Lord," and believe in your heart that God raised him from the dead, you will be saved. 10 For it is with your heart that you believe and are justified, and it is with your mouth that you confess and are saved. 11 As the Scripture says, "Anyone who trusts in him will never be put to shame." 12 For there is no difference between Jew and Gentile--the same Lord is Lord of all and richly blesses all who call on him, 13 for, "Everyone who calls on the name of the Lord will be saved." (Romans 10:1-13)
Jesus came to bring spiritual LIFE to the spiritually dead and set the captives FREE! FREE from RELIGION, ERROR and outright LIES, so WE might serve THE LIVING GOD! In SPIRIT and in TRUTH!
So you'll KNOW, and not think you're to bad for God to love. The Christian LIFE isn't about how good WE are, because NONE of us are! It's about how GOOD JESUS IS! Because JESUS LOVES US, so much he died in our place and took the punishment for all of our sins on himself. The wages of sin is DEATH, and Jesus took the death WE so richly deserved for us and died in our place. The good news is, there's no more punishment for sin left. WE, you and I were all born forgive as a result of the crucifixion of God himself on the cross that took away the sins of the whole world. All we have to do is believe it, and put your Faith in the finished work of Jesus Christ. That my friends is REAL UNCONDITIONAL LOVE! YOU ARE LOVED. ❤️ ✝️ ❤️
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Unryu paper is also known as mulberry paper. Unryu is lightweight and translucent enough for light to shine through it highlighting the fibers that are embued in it. I fell back on the two origami creatures I know how to fold to highlight the fibers.
For February Alphabet Fun Month.
Just for you Alpha I go out in this 5F weather with the 10iv. Hope this makes you happy--me with frozen fingers!
Please see my blog for links to mainstores and events, and remember if an event has ended try the creators mainstore. Thank you
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Comes in 12 colors. you get the Latex KINK top and Arm strap. Fits, Jake, Legacy. Kink Box
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Unrigged, resizeable unisex mesh boots, in 6 colours.
Revealing BOM leggings in 18 colours, Unisex
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Rain for us this weekend but may we all enjoy our first August weekend! All the best my friends! ~Sam
www.youtube.com/watch?v=VMnjF1O4eH0 Just a nice weekend rockin tune ~
I don't quite know what he was waiting for while sustaining a single note for several minutes which, when loudly amplified, can seem like an eternity. All I know is, the relief I sustained when he concluded his one note composition could be compared to the refraining of fingernails on a chalkboard or the finale at a 2nd grader's violin recital.
On a lighter note, he was a skilled guitarist. =)
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I found this lovely small staircase going up into someone's garden. I hadn't really noticed it before, but it's lovely.
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Joe Public gets very basic stone steps down to the beach.
However if you happen to be the owner of a seafront house you get the stairs to the beach that you like best!
Thank you for your favourites. :O)
People watching and I found some steps at the same time!
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Noah has decided that he is running for President. His campaign is primarily to get snacks to every cat in the U.S and then worldwide. =^..^=
Day 170 of the 365 days of photography project.
The bird bath and orange poppies in our side garden
Discovered in Stacksteads, Lancashire
Panasonic FZ82
Thanks for all your visits, faves, and comments. Much appreciated.
Nobody's perfect.
But have you noticed some people are so obsessed they look for perfection in everything? Maybe we all have a lil' bit of crazy that craves the immaculate. I, myself, have had a nervous fit over odd numbers, things in the wrong position, situations that don't fit in perfect timing, and even broken families used to bug me (though I grew up in one). But one thing I learned early in life is... you can't expect people to be perfect. People will always hurt and disappoint you. It's up to you to figure out what's worth putting up with. I've wasted a lot of time thinking I could be a perfect person for those willing to love me. But perfection doesn't exist. There's always something in me that's going to upset someone, or make people yell at me.
This realization sank in hard, and made me retreat from everything. I needed a break from sl, flickr and all social networking. But I'm back! \o/ Can I promise I'll be around as often as I can? Yeah! :D
However... RL has been demanding my attention more than usual. I took this break as an opportunity to visit the doctor's, have myself tested and checked out. Turns out things aren't as good as I thought. I need to go through a biopsy. *shrugs* Who knows what's coming from those results? So.. let's make the most of our time together, shall we?
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Created for Photoshop Contest: Sunset
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Woman photo source created in DDG Text 2 Dream.
All blending, texture and color modifications were done in PS Beta 2023 using three layers of Neural filters, hand painting, and then a final change in Flickr adjustments.
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This morning she found her way to leave life.
It was my mom who asked me once why I did not share my pictures with others. She was a fan of mine, though she found my beginnings so terrible.
She had an eye for the beautiful moments and that's how she lived her life. I see you in my dreams, Mom ;-))
Wollongong Quilters Guild in Australia put a message out asking for a 12 1/2" square with a tree on it ~ so I made 6...I invited a five of my quilting buddies over for a day/lunch and we all made squares to donate. I will collect the finished squares and I will mail them next week.
The Wollongong guild will put these together with other blocks and pass the finished quilts along to those who were unfortunate to lose so much through fires there.
If I wait for him next to the window, will he see me earlier?
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Para el grupo 52 anónimos: Reto "Navidad modo ON".
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Sony A7 + Helios 58mm f2.
Still waiting for Spring color here so thought I would dig up one from my fly fishing trip last August (017).
The creek is Fox Creek in Montana and the mountains is Hunter's Peak in Wyoming.
I have no idea who the fisherman is but he fit the scene. If it were me I would of had a fish on the end of that hook.
I probably din't post before because I would have liked his fly rod tp be more visible but got lost against the rock backy background.
Tourbière de Lispach, Vosges, France.
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The White Canvas Gallery presents an open challenge to enable you to stand united for peace. Lets disown the mindless violence around us and lets DO something about it as artists. Rules of this challenge are pretty simple.
RULES
1. Post one pic on your flickr stream with this theme in mind. All creative decisions are yours. You can post more if you like, no ones gonna shoot you *grins*.
2. Nominate at least 3 other of your friends to post a pic with this theme. Tag them on the pic if you like.
3. All pics done for this challenge can be posted to this group.
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4. Please add the text between the lines in your description of your picture so that anyone who wants to join the challenge knows how to.
5. If anyone not tagged here wants to do this challenge, tag yourself here and do it :).
I nominate anyone who have the heart on the right place
Sorry for the out of focus contribution this week. My camera started having issues and this is the best we could get whilst trying to figure that out.
I have big plans for the coming week's photo though! Hope I can pull it off!
Hope everyone had a wonderful Turkey Day with family and friends.
My first Star Wars build, created for a contest on Lego Ideas...which was just an excuse I came up with to procrastinate on my other builds and fulfill my dream of building something with Mimban Stormtroopers! They're so cool!
Head on over to Eurobricks for more in depth images.
This build will be on public display at Brickworld Chicago 2019
Mt. Pisgah Cemetery, Cripple Creek, CO.
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Note: This is actually the back of the grave marker. The headstone and front of the cross reads "Teresa Ann Kehr 8.1.1957 - 9.5.2000"
Shot for Smile on Saturday, theme "tea-rific"
I hardly ever drink tea, I am more into coffee. But the tools and the ingredients are there!
Happy SoS everybody
For my friend NatuurfotoRien/Rien in Holland, who loves corvids.
I had this odd notion that when I retire I would carve a totem pole, and so over the years, I learned more and more about northwest coast art, culture, and carving. One of the pieces I studied was this - a huge cedar sculpture carved by the great sculptor, Bill Reid, to whom the telling of this ancient story is credited.
Bill Reid was a Haida indian (Haida is their word for “human”). The Haida tribe lives in the Queen Charlotte Islands off the coast of northern Canada (below Alaska), in a special place they call Haida Gwaii. Bill is widely credited for reviving the arts of the northwest coast - he was an amazing sculptor. I am disappointed I will never meet him.
The northwest coast tribes have many gods - all animals. Raven is the Haida equivalent of “fox”. Tricky, playful, smart, inquisitive - these are all qualities of Raven, whose play and trickery created the stars in the sky, the sun, the ocean and man.
The man-size (literally) sculpture is inside the University of British Columbia museum in Vancouver, Canada. When it was installed, Bill had the children of Haida Gwaii come to the installation - each with bottles of sand from the beach at Haida Gwaii, so Raven, could be installed in his native soil.
Here is his telling of their genesis myth - one of the most sacred stories in Haida culture:
The Story of the Raven Creating Man by Bill Reid
The great flood which had covered the earth for so long had receded, and even the thin strip of sand now called Rose Spit, stretching north from Naikun village lay dry. The Raven had flown there to gorge himself on the delicacies left by the receding water, so for once he wasn't hungry. But his other appetites - lust, curiosity and the unquenchable itch to meddle and provoke things, to play tricks on the world and its creatures - these remained unsatisfied.
He had recently stolen the light from the old man who kept it hidden in a box in his house in the middle of the darkness, and had scattered it throughout the sky. The new light spattered the night with stars and waxed and wane in the shape of the moon. And it dazzled the day with a single bright shining which lit up the long beach that curved from the spit beneath Raven's feet westward as far as Tao Hill. Pretty as it was, it looked lifeless and so to the Raven quite boring. He gave a great sigh, crossed his wings behind his back and walked along the sand, his shiny head cocked, his sharp eyes and ears alert for any unusual sight or sound. Then taking to the air, he called petulantly out to the empty sky. To his delight, he heard an answering cry - or to describe it more closely, a muffled squeak.
At first he saw nothing, but as he scanned the beach again, a white flash caught his eye, and when he landed he found at his feet, buried in the sand, a gigantic clamshell. When he looked more closely still, he saw that the shell was full of little creatures cowering in terror of his enormous shadow.
Well, here was something to break the monotony of his day. But nothing was going to happen as long as the tiny things stayed in the shell, and they certainly weren't coming out in their present terrified state. So the Raven leaned his great head close to the shell, and with the smooth trickster's tongue that had got him into and out of so many misadventures during his troubled and troublesome existence, he coaxed and cajoled and coerced the little creatures to come out and play in his wonderful, shiny new world. As you know the Raven speaks in two voices, one harsh and strident, and the other, which he used now, a seductive bell-like croon which seems to come from the depths of the sea, or out of the cave where the winds are born. It is an irresistible sound, one of the loveliest sounds in the world. So it wasn't long before one and then another of the little shell-dwellers timidly emerged. Some of them immediately scurried back when they saw the immensity of the sea and the sky, and the overwhelming blackness of the Raven. But eventually curiosity overcame caution and all of them had crept or scrambled out. Very strange creatures they were: two-legged like the Raven, but there the resemblance ended. They had no glossy feathers, no thrusting beak. Their skin was pale, and they were naked except for the long black hair on their round, flat-featured heads. Instead of strong wings, they had thin stick-like appendages that waved, and fluttered constantly. They were the original Haidas, the first humans.
For a long time the Raven amused himself with his new playthings, watching them as they explored their much expanded-world. Sometimes they helped one another in their new discoveries. Just as often, they squabbled over some novelty they found on the beach. And the Raven taught them some clever tricks, at which they proved remarkably adept. But the Raven's attention span was brief, and he grew tired of his small companions. For one thing, they were all males. He had looked up and down the beach for female creatures, hoping to make the game more interesting, but females were nowhere to be found. He was about to shove the now tired, demanding and quite annoying little creatures back into their shell and forget about them when suddenly - as happens so often with the Raven - he had an idea.
He picked up the men, and in spite of their struggles and cries of fright he put them on his broad back, where they hid themselves among his feathers. Then the Raven spread his wings and flew to North Island. the tide was low, and the rocks, as he had expected, were covered with those large but soft-lipped molluscs known as red chitons. The Raven shook himself gently, and the men slid down his back to the sand. The he flew to the rock and with his strong beak pried a chiton from its surface.
Now, if any of you have ever examined the underside of a chiton, you may begin to understand what the Raven had in his libidinous, devious mind. He threw back his head and flung the chiton at the nearest of the men. His aim was as unerring as only a great magician's can be, and the chiton found its mark in the delicate groin of the startled, shell-born creature. There the chiton attached itself firmly. Then as sudden as spray hitting the rocks from a breaking wave, a shower of chitons broke over the wide-eyed humans, as each of the open-mouthed shellfish flew inexorably to its target.
Nothing quite like this had ever happened to the men. They had never dreamed of such a thing during their long stay in the clamshell. They were astounded, embarrassed, confused by a rush of new emotions and sensations. They shuffled and squirmed, uncertain whether it was pleasure or pain they were experiencing. They threw themselves down on the beach, where a great storm seemed to break over them, followed just as suddenly by a profound calm. One by one the chitons dropped off. The men staggered to their feet and headed slowly down the beach, followed by the raucous laughter of the Raven, echoing all the way to the great island to the north which we now call Prince of Wales.
That first troop of male humans soon disappeared behind the nearest headland, passing out of the games of the Raven and the story of humankind. Whether they found their way back to the shell, or lived out their lives elsewhere, or perished in the strange environment in which they found themselves, nobody remembers, and perhaps nobody cares. They had played their roles and gone their way.
Meanwhile the chitons had made their way back to the rock, where they attached themselves as before. But they too had been changed. As high tide followed low and the great storms of winter gave way to the softer rains and warm sun of spring, the chitons grew and grew, many times larger than their kind had ever been before. Their jointed shells seemed about to fly apart from the enormous pressure within them. And one day a huge wave swept over the rock, tore them from their footholds and carried them back to the beach. As the water receded and the warm sun dried the sand, a great stirring began among the chitons. From each emerged a brown skinned, black-haired human. This time there were both males and females among them, and the Raven could begin his greatest game: the one that still goes on.
They were no timid shell-dwellers these, but children of the wild coast, born between the sea and land, challenging the strength of the stormy North Pacific and wresting from it rich livelihood. Their descendants built on its beaches the strong, beautiful homes of the Haidas and embellished them with the powerful heraldic carvings that told of the legendary beginnings of great families, all the heros and heroines and the gallant beasts and monsters who shaped their world and their destinies. For many generations they grew and flourished, built and created, fought and destroyed, living according to the changing seasons and the unchanging rituals of their rich and complex lives.
It's nearly over now. Most of the villages are abandoned, and those which have not entirely vanished lie in ruins. The people who remain are changed. The sea has lost much of its richness, and great areas of land itself lie in waste. Perhaps it's time the Raven started looking for another clamshell.
Earmarked for destruction
A library picture. The Heygate Estate was not a pretty looking place. It was social housing in Zone 1 of London next to the Elephant & Castle Underground and Overground Stations.
It was torn down a few years ago and replaced by apartments that looked slightly more sophisticated on the outside.
Many people moved out of their own free will. Some were encouraged out. Others were left in place until they could stand it no more.
On a dark, rainy winter's day the place had all the charm of a Soviet era prison.
The mass of blue near the top of frame is a clear blue sky. Londoners, ask your friends outside of London what that is.
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On Sunday I joined a couple for a mushroom hunt at the Salt Point State Park at the coast of northern California. My primary objective was photography, but I was also rewarded with tasty mushrooms. I brought home delicious Matsutake, Chanterelle, Black Trumpet, and Porcupine mushrooms. This is not an edible one.
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For Smile on Saturday theme - "Blue for You - ME 2022 HSoS!
My mother suffered with fibromyalgia - and was told by numerous doctors that it was "all in her head". Since then, we have learned that that's not true.
We netted our Persimmon and Fig trees (which grow side by side) a few months ago before the fruits of these trees ripened. But the Rainbow Lorikeets decided these Persimmons were too delicious so they chewed the netting and got into the tree. So we now have some fifty or so half pecked fruit. We've picked all the remaining fruit and got quite a few un-pecked ones. This fruit was too far gone and has been frosted in the recent colder weather. We will have to mend our large net before using it for next year!
Old school cut & paste (scissors, paper & glue) collage created for the blog with a weekly theme:
THE KOLLAGE KIT
THEME: Inspired by The Fab Four!
Penguin looking for the land ice, when the frozen ground from approximately 238 to 126 ka ago at Tankenberg went away,
Creative with a penguin, Piece stump, and some leaves. :)
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"Time for Fun" is massive sculpture by Seward Johnson. Behind it is the Key West Museum of Art and History, built in 1891. The building, described as "Richardsonian Romanesque" architectural style, once served as a U.S. Customs Office, Federal Courthouse and Post Office.
Time for Fun is a 25 foot tall sculpture, inspired by an 1883 painting ("Dance in the Country", Pierre-Auguste Renoir).
Iowa Northern Railway train BUWA has IANR 4100, 3809, 3802, and 3803 for power on this December Sunday to make the run from Butler Yard near Shell Rock, Iowa to Bryant Yard in Waterloo. The train had 75 cars out of Butler, but have brought the head 15 into the CN Waterloo Yard for interchange. In the background EJE 667, still in orange, is paused in between it's duties as the yard switch engine, and a few other motors are laying around at the engine facility including EJE 658 in CN paint.
The CN is in the process of purchasing the IANR but is still awaiting STB approval, and so this is perhaps a bit of a look into the future. Meanwhile the past is well represented in this view too, as the Illinois Central Roundhouse here in the background has been present in at least in some form, (it's had stalls added and removed over the years) back to as far as 1901 (and possibly longer, it was hard to pin down a good date for the roundhouse construction from just some quick online research).
The Iowa Northern Railway uses the CN Mainline in Waterloo and Cedar Falls for a few miles from Waterloo West to Cedar Falls Junction as part of an arrangement going back to the 1980s and a highway project that saw the consolidation of some lines in Waterloo to make room for US 218. Normally from what I've seen the interchange work is typically done by the IANR in either direction at some siding tracks just west of Waterloo West and so they don't come into the yard like this. But occasionally when traffic warrants the CN will have the IANR come directly into the "A Yard" here at the Waterloo Terminal to make their setout and pickup as seen here. They would tie onto a cut of cars and shove back out of the yard to the rest of their train waiting on the mainline.
I had gone out after this BUWA even though it was likely to be a cloudy day because IANR 4100 on the point is one of the road's newest units (arrived to the IANR in August 2023 per some online notes, though it's originally a C&O unit) and still looks pretty sharp. But it was a nice bonus to get them making this less-common move, and this angle normally would be a heavily backlit-view if the sun were present.