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ME: (looking through a tube to see better)
Benny....what are you holding in your paws?
BENNY:
Huh....Mummy Marian?
...Thanks for being here. I don't feel comfortable.
I....well...um...I'm heartbroken
ME:
Of chocolate...and half-eaten
BENNY:
Eh....yes ....that's true. I saw that the chocolate is expired and it's a waste to throw it away. Best before 1 March 2023 it said on the packaging.
ME:
No Benny..you accidentally misread that on purpose.
It says: Best before 1 March 2024!
BENNY:
May I see?
Hmm...yes...misread...can happen.
Sorry Mummy! (gives other half chocolate heart back to Mummy Marian)
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Three great horned owlets are attracted to something in the next tree over, probably a squirrel. Unfortunately, a couple of days ago, two of the three stirred up a swarm of bees in the tree and were badly stung. One of the owlets fell out of the tree, was rushed to a raptor rescue group but did not survive. The fate of the second is currently unknown. Nature can be very cruel and the photographers and general spectators who had been observing these owlets since early February are heartbroken.
Photographed in Pinellas County, Florida. .
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Megan leg got worst so we had an emergency x-ray done, the news was devastating, she had a tumour in the Elbow joint, due to her age and breed an operation was not an option.
Due to restrictions because of the virus I was the only one allowed with her.
I am heartbroken, 10 happy years, but it feels like just a moment in time, She now runs free with Poppy with Rainbow Bridge. a friend said to me I will be mobbed when I get there. how true......
Take care, stay well and stay safe my Flickr friends xx
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Deep Blue Sea · by the Dead Horses
- DEEP BLUE SEA -
If you find yourself weary
If you find yourself broken down
Brother, you're not alone
If you find yourself heartbroken
Sinner in a sacred place
Sister, you are safe
If you find yourself feeling lost
I know the road can feel so long
Mother, you're not alone
If you find yourself a falling leaf
Maybe you'll drift right next to me
Cause we all swim in the same deep blue sea
Our wonderful little Chloe passed away tonight. She had diabetes, was blind, and selectively deaf. She has been our companion through some really hard times in our lives. Our hearts are broken and we will miss her forever.
I took this back in July of this year (2019)- you can see she may have been a little spoiled. She was a great traveler, too, and enjoyed many times on the way and at our other home in New Orleans.
Chloe- May 21, 2006 – Sept. 16, 2019
We had been planning our trip out to Glacier National Park for about a month and we finally arrived this past week. Shortly after arriving, my main workhorse lens that I have used for a majority of the pictures I post completely died. My immediate reaction was devastation as I did not have another lens that would work for the majority of the trip. The Lord reminded my heart that I needed to trust and be thankful in all circumstances, even one as hard as this one. It was both one of the sweetest evenings of my life and hardest all at the same time. Once we arrived back at our Airbnb for the evening, we tried everything we could to fix it, contacted every camera store in the area, and looked at every used lens on the market within driving distance, and nothing worked. I was feeling heartbroken at this point. The only option we had left was to make a 7 hour roundtrip down to Bozeman to either rent a lens or buy one which was way out of budget. At this point, all we could rely on and truly the only thing that we should ever rely on was the grace of God! The Lord truly was so gracious as He generously provided the finances through both of our families for a brand new lens which is what I used for the image above. What seemingly was a tragedy for a photographer, the Lord fully redeemed! Both of us repeatedly reminded each other of His grace and provision! Our hearts have been overwhelmed by His presence, kindness and generosity on this trip. Our God is SO GOOD!
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It's odd. I don't really think about death or mortality when I'm in a cemetery. I'm among the dead, and yes, obviously I know they were once alive and now they're not and at some point none of us will be. That's all there, but it's not something that's at the front of my thoughts.
I don't look at a stone and think "oh this person lived a long life," or anything like that.
Except when it comes to unmarked graves of children. There is something unfathomably sad about this. So sad that it's not even sad in the traditional sense. It's like a black hole in an otherwise serine and beautiful day.
"Our Baby" has no name now. There's no date of birth, no death date, no family name.
When I saw it, my mind immediately dreamed up a story for this little one. Actually, no, for this little one's father. More than likely, at this time in history (early-ish 1900s, for sure), it would have been the father who made some arrangements for the stone and burial.
It seems unlikely that this child had a name. They probably died at birth. And this heartbroken father had to drive his wagon into the nearest town and tell the stone carver that his newly born child was gone.
The carver would have asked what he wanted on the stone, and all he could say was "our baby." There is something beautiful and so very loving about this.
Often in the cases of infant deaths, the inscription would read simply "Infant son of ___________." Perhaps there would be dates and maybe even a little inscription, likely suggested by the carver.
But in some cases, like "our baby" (and like my dearest stone, "Our little Rosa"), the love bleeds through the heartbreak.
Someone asked me recently if I ever felt "spirits" while I was in the cemeteries. The answer I gave was plainly, "no." They meant ghosts of some sort and that's something I don't have a belief in.
But it's also not entirely true. I have felt a type of spirit, I have felt this love. It doesn't happen often, but when the stones become devastatingly personal, yet still joyous, I feel that love. I feel the love for "our baby" and the love for "our little Rosa" in ways that "infant son of M.N. and F.L. Morgan" cannot give.
This little one is buried next to Lena and Auguste Crome, neither of whom reached their first birthday, in 1890 and 1897, respectively. Their father is buried there too, dying just two years after Auguste. The mother, Diena, apparently lived on, but is lost to history.
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'Our Baby'
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Jun 2023
There is an interesting Hawaiian legend tied to the Ohia tree and its flower, the Lehua blossom. The legend is tied to the volcano goddess, Pele. This story explains that if you pluck this flower, it will rain on the same day (for a tragic reason).
The legend says that one day Pele met a handsome warrior named Ohia and she asked him to marry her. Ohia, however, had already pledged his love to Lehua. Pele was furious when Ohia turned down her marriage proposal, so she turned Ohia into a twisted tree.
Lehua was heartbroken, of course. The gods took pity on Lehua and decided it was an injustice to have Ohia and Lehua separated. They thus turned Lehua into a flower on the Ohia tree so that the two lovers would be forever joined together.
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For Flickr Friday... Mythology
One day Narcissus was walking in the woods when Echo, an Oread (mountain nymph) saw him, fell deeply in love, and followed him.
Narcissus sensed he was being followed and shouted "Who's there?".
Echo repeated "Who's there?"
She eventually revealed her identity and attempted to embrace him.
He stepped away and told her to leave him alone.
She was heartbroken and spent the rest of her life in lonely glens until nothing but an echo sound remained of her.
Nemesis, the goddess of revenge, noticed this behaviour after learning the story and decided to punish Narcissus.
Once, during the summer, he was getting thirsty after hunting, and the goddess lured him to a pool where he leaned upon the water and saw himself in the bloom of youth.
Narcissus did not realise it was merely his own reflection and fell deeply in love with it, as if it was somebody else.
Unable to leave the allure of his image, he eventually realised that his love could not be reciprocated and he melted away from the fire of passion burning inside him, eventually turning into a gold and white flower.
Thank you, M, (*_*)
5 years later, I'm still as heartbroken...still can't believe she's not here with us. Being at this place that she loved and where she now rests and sharing a glass of wine which she also equally loved always brings me closer to her and brings me some peace.
The Mermaid is a sculpture by Icelandic artist Nína Sæmundsson (1892-1965). It was first placed in Tjörnin, the lake in downtown Reykjavík, in 1959, but it received harsh criticism in the press and a few months later, on New Year's Eve, it was blown up by explosives. Nína was reportedly heartbroken by this unprecedented act of vandalism, despite having had a long successful carreer. Nína was the first Icelandic woman to make sculpting a full-time carreer, while she was also a painter. She studied in Copenhagen and Rome, but most of her productive years she lived and worked in the United States, including in Hollywood, where she was hired to make busts and portraits of celebrities. The bombing of the Mermaid is a crime that was never solved, but much later a another copy of the statue was found in the US and was put in the same place as its ill-fated sister in 2014, more than half a century later; a fitting memorial to a pioneering artist.
I am utterly devastated to have to share the news of my beautiful, most photographed boy's passing after an illness.
Azizi came into my life weighing just 49g and I threw myself into helping him gain weight as he wasnt eating and was full of mites. He was just a tiny bundle of quills but oh, SO friendly and so curious about everything. He was no trouble with his exotic vet. He took everything in his stride (which was just as well as he was hand fed for about 6 months). He was clearly a fighter. With a lot of love and care, he gained weight and as soon as I picked the little boy up, he would start to dribble in anticipation of being fed. He loved to be hand fed. Even in the last few years when I didnt have to do it, he would still come out of his hide to greet me and be hand fed a morio worm.
and how photogenic he was! He was without a doubt my most photographed tenrec and he loved to toddle up to my lens.
I am heartbroken. I found him last weekend with his mouth bleeding and the vets quickly found out he hadnt been bitten by Boo but he had broken both his front teeth. We werent able to stop the bleeding and whilst he was put back on hand feeds with a tiny syringe, he started to shut down and he passed away on friday. I keep thinking about what I could have done better to save him. It's horrendous.
Goodnight my tiny warrior. I'm so so sorry I couldnt save you this time. I'm going through hell working out what I could do to hold you in my hands once more. A tiny Tenrec that was so so loved. Rest in peace xxxxx
"I am a dreamer and when I wake
You can't break my spirit, it's my dreams you take
And as you move on, remember me
Remember us and all we used to be" (James Blunt)
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He fought quietly, and we fought with him.
His body was smaller and more fragile than it should have been, his past and true age unknown.
Hidden illness, surgery, and complications followed—things no one could see at first.
We did everything we could, but his little body couldn’t go on.
He passed away peacefully, loved and held.
I am deeply heartbroken.
We had so much hope.
After losing my mother just two months ago, this came during an already difficult time.
I’ve always shared openly—this is simply part of that.
In time, I will share a few more images of Mochi.
There aren’t many—everything happened so suddenly.
Explored: December 20, 2025
Many of you know Don Briggs by his phenomenal photography. Through the years, I grew to know the man as my dearest friend, though we never met in person.
Don used to post some of the most gorgeous photos of Maui, and our contact was limited to the usual comments until one day when Don messaged me, asking if I wanted a DSLR camera he wasn't using. I replied that I couldn't afford it, but Don said, "I didn't say anything about money. I have one I'm not using and thought you might like it." That is how the friendship started. Don was generous to a fault, and wanted to help whenever he could. He saw that I had promise, and he wanted to do something about it.
over the years, we began to communicate every day. we had a lot of personality traits in common, and we eventually became best friends, though I always felt he got the short end of the stick!
Through the years, this man had some close encounters with death, being diabetic and having some heart issues, but Don was strong and very independent natured, even driving himself to the hospital once after a stroke! I was beginning to think he would live to be 100. Unfortunately, that was not the case.
A few weeks ago, Don texted me that he'd had a heart attack. Right after that, I fell and broke my pelvic bone. Don used to say we were running a competition with our infirmities! From opposite sides of the country, we were both in hospitals or rehabs, but while I was mending, Don was not. One night he called me in the wee hours of the night, barely able to speak, saying how he was ready to go, and didn't want to live like that, unable to lead the life he wanted to live.
I began communicating with Ed, Don's stepson, who called me yesterday to tell me that Don had passed away at 2:40 A.M. West Coast time, January 9, 2025. I am devastated and heartbroken. Don was way more than a friend. He was family. No one will ever fill that gap, and I will miss him until I die.
This photo was one of Don's selfies that I post processed a long time ago. He said he liked the job I did. I wish I could have been as good of a photographer as he was, but few ever reach that level of professionalism.
I will miss our daily texts, but mostly I will miss this wonderful man that I never got to meet in person, but whom I grew to love dearly. I wish there were words to express what a wonderful person Don was, but there aren't. He would detest this tribute, but he's getting it anyway! Do yourself a favor and stop by Don's photostream. It's amazing. www.flickr.com/photos/donbriggs/
We had to say goodbye to our dear Bruno on Friday. We are heartbroken, he was the sweetest, most gentle soul. We feel privileged to have been his people for the last three and a half years.
I love this photo of him because it reminds me of how much he loved his comfy new bed. When we adopted him we were told he didn't sleep in a bed, he is happy on the floor. I think all dogs need a bed and their space so we bought him this lovely big plush bed and as you can see he loved it.
We made sure our dear boy had the best possible last day and we have so many wonderful memories.
If you would like to see more photos of this gorgeous boy, here is a link to Bruno's album www.flickr.com/photos/28992287@N03/albums/72157683596504312
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Street photography from Glasgow, Scotland.
Previously unpublished shot from September 2020. In the first year of the SARS-CoV-2 pandemic the mood on the street, on the few occasions I was able to get out, was pretty much like this. The pandemic continues to this day; killing thousands daily and maiming thousands more with no cure in sight.
In other desperately sad news, I was heartbroken to read of the deliberate felling of the iconic Sycamore Gap tree in Northumberland, UK, today. Photographs clearly show that it was cut with a chainsaw, with a wedge removed first, during a very stormy night. A tree that has stood for over 200 years and featured in the movie, Robin Hood: Prince of Thieves, starring Kevin Costner.
What deeply disturbed darkness in somebody would make them want to cut that tree down. It is was an iconic photographic location with some stunning images having been shot there over the years. A happenstance of nature creating a perfectly aesthetic scene right next to the important landmark of Hadrian's Wall.
On the same day the sad news of the death of Michael Gambon too. A truly great actor. May he rest peacefully.
We, as a species, do not deserve this beautiful world.
We were both very excited for our time in Glacier and when we first arrived, we were amazed by the beauty around us and could not wait for golden hour to hit. After taking a short hike down in Avalanche Gorge, my favorite go to lens that I was going to use for the whole trip unexpectedly broke. I was extremely heartbroken! I did not understand why this would be the one time that it would have to break. Our finances were running low and we didn't have hundreds of dollars to throw at getting a new lens. It was so hard not to become angry, which at first I no doubt was. I knew that God still intended to show us something in this trip. He showed us grace. At this point you might wonder where the grace part fit in. We spent hours trying to research fixing it or getting it fixed, but nothing worked and no one could help. At this point, all I could consider was either to rent or somehow buy one. I was getting frustrated at this point as there was very little available anywhere nearby. Everything was so far away or sold out. The next afternoon, we set out for a 7 hour round trip down to Bozeman, MT where we intended to either rent a lens or buy something cheaper. Once our families heard about the situation, they both contributed covering the total cost of a brand new lens. As we left the store and were heading back towards the park, we were filled with joy and with gratitude knowing that we had been shown so much undeserved grace by the Lord! I was able to use the new lens for the majority of the shots that you will see from our trip out to Glacier and I was able to capture most of the places that I had originally intended on going to. This shot was taken with my 70-200mm as a panorama during our moment of heartbreak. The light was still shining even in our sorrow which is such a powerful and important reminder. His Light never stops shining!
Well, I'm almost recovered from my little mini-vacation. I hit East Tawas, MI for the forth, watched the community band play patriotic tunes, saw the fireworks from about 400' from where they were lighting them off (nice and close!), hit the Dairy Queen for some ice cream, then returned to my Mom-n-Pop motel in Oscoda, MI for the night (a new one for me, and a nice one). A great fourth!
The next day, I continued northward, hitting garage, yard and estate sales as I found them, picking up a few new treasures along they way. (A couple new vintage cameras, a vintage record player, etc, etc) Ended up in Michigan's upper peninsula at St. Ignace. I was heartbroken when I saw that my favorite little Mom-n-Pop motel had gone under. :-( Tried another Mom-n-Pop nearby, one that I'd seen often but not tried. Nice place! The owner now wants me to help fix their sign. (laugh) (We got talking signs, and...well, there ya go) I might do it in exchange for free lodging when I need it.
The next day (Monday) was spent meandering back south, but on the west side of the state. More discoveries, and I found a great little roadside restaurant that we'll be visiting again.
Lots of fun. I hope you all had a great 4th as well! :-)
Hi Everyone - Will try and catch up on all of your wonderful images as soon as possible. - this was taken at about 05.30 this morning!! Managed to get down here before the sun actually came over the horizon and the differing lighting was incredible - there is so much horrendous destruction of this wonderful planet going on around the world - I need places like this to just be and return my brain to some sort of balance as I get a bit heartbroken about what humanity and greed is doing and where it is heading.
Llanddwyn Island is named after St Dwynwen, the Welsh patron saint of lovers. Legend has it that she was spurned by a prince and retreated heartbroken to the island. There she was granted three wishes, and asked to be given the power to grant the wishes of true lovers.
On Valentine's day 2016 we had to say goodbye to our beloved Lolita who left us back heartbroken after some days of fighting for her life. Trying to comfort her now lonely sister Leyla but feeling myself so empty and sad.. After 15 years so close together this feels like an amputation. I'll be back after a little while, need some time of silence now.
This image - and the accompanying text and title - was prepared for publication in about mid-2019. I still had not published this image on 9 December 2019, the day that this volcano erupted, killing 22 of the 47 people visiting the island at the time. Many of the survivors suffered horrific burn injuries. 14 of the 22 killed were Australian. All tourist visits are now forbidden. I feel heartbroken for those who perhaps walked the same pathways on the island as I, but did not survive.
I chose not to publish this and similar images in the immediate aftermath of the eruption. However, with the passage of time, I have decided that I should post these images, together with the unaltered text I had previously prepared. For better or worse, it represents the experience I felt and wanted to portray on the day of my visit on 13 March 2019: a proximity to significant danger but with no feeling of a threat to personal safety because of reassurances and monitoring by authorities. This is how I chose to describe it, before the eruption:
"Peering into the belly of The Beast - the main volcano crater on White Island, New Zealand's only active volcanic island.
The rumbling of the beast is quite apparent on the edge of the main crater, as is the constant boiling of the yellow-green sulphur lake. The rising white 'steam' vapours are actually clouds of nauseating sulphur dioxide. Gas masks are essential.
Volcanic activity on the island is closely monitored and any increase in activity that may signal an impending eruption means that tourist visits are suspended.
Periodic eruptions have produced both lava flows and explosive eruptions of ash. The most recent eruption occurred in 2013.
The volcano is privately owned and tourists must pay a royalty to visit."
I CAN'T BELIEVE THAT MY PUN IMAGE FOR SLIDERS SUNDAY THREE WEEKS AGO WOULD TURN OUT THAT SPOT ON! What a sad sad day for us who believe in togetherness and solidarity instead of isolation and xenophobic fear-mongering :( I am heartbroken with the results of the British referendum.
Wishing everyone a spooky Sliders Sunday!
Daisy passed away in my arms last night. Heartbroken but also thankful for the very best of friends for over 19 years
I only recently posted a very similar photo of our super loving, sweet, and entertaining boy, Mel, saying what a treasure he is. Sadly, an unexpected visit to animal ER this past weekend and several x-rays, ultrasound, ECG etc. later indicate a 3rd degree AV blockage in his heart - basically a ticking timebomb, maybe from birth - that's beginning to struggle and could kill him at any moment and likely will. We've been told his treatment is palliative and it just breaks our heart. Mel is honestly the most adorable, loving, sweet, caring, tactile, and entertaining little treasure that we could ever have hoped to share in our lives. We are devastated to know how powerless we are to change the inevitable outcome, and our moments with him are all-the-more precious and far too short. (Only possible yet temporary treatment would be fitting a pacemaker but it's very invasive in cats and, in his condition, there's every chance he wouldn't even survive the surgery.) Mel's always been all heart and pure love. A precious bringer of love, adoration, snuggles, warmth and so much character :-) It's horribly unfair that we'll lose him so soon, I'm heartbroken. We have tough days and difficult decisions ahead.
**Update 11/23: We're so grateful to have got him in on a cancellation to see a veterinary cardiologist for this Thursday....otherwise the wait would've been 8 months. Sadly, the prognosis is unlikely to change but at least we'll be able to determine what's best for Mel and how we can help him, once we're armed with all the information.
Heartbroken for the Orlando LBGTQ community today.
Mad as hell at the politicians who speak platitudes and do nothing.
Long, long ago, in the year 1450, an untold invasion of France happened, something so unbelievable that today it is just a legend. But it isn’t. I will tell you the story of the famous Siege of Paris by the Pastries!
At that time, the King of France had one great wish: he wanted French cooking to be the most delicious in all the world. He had heard rumors of a secret recipe kept by the King of the Pastries, a magical recipe that made every tart, croissant, and éclair taste like nothing before.
So the French king sent his messenger, offering mountains of gold for the secret. But the King of the Pastries politely refused no matter what could be offered in return. The French king came up with a terrible idea: “If he won’t share the secret,” he whispered to his advisors, “then we’ll make him share it! We’ll capture his son and hold him until he agrees!”
When the King of the Pastries discovered his son was missing, he was heartbroken and furious. He summoned every pastry in his kingdom and beyond to march on Paris. For weeks, the city was surrounded by pastries of every kind. Finally, overhelmed, the French king had no choice but to surrender. The King of the Pastries freed his son and ruled over Paris for one whole year.
But soon, realising how flawed humanity is, he decided to retire with all the Pastries to the peaceful Cotton Candy Kingdom, now hidden from us for good.
In the aftermath, the French has gradually lost any memory of this event and the records of the shameful defeat of the king of France has been erased systematically to the point where what happened is now whispered away as a myth. But not eveything was lost, most of the famous French pastries and desserts have been created during this time and carries a secret memory of the day pastries ruled Paris.
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Today Thomas left after several days of fighting to survive, leaving us all heartbroken at home. His heart was very strong but his kidneys weren't. I will miss my sweet wonderful model so much but now the pain is gone and he rests in peace
Jasper is one of those places where you drive through with your mouth open in amazement. This image is one of many from the area when we visited for a few days in June last year. The following day, we were storm stayed by heavy wet snow. This morning, I was heartbroken to read that the town was evacuated with very little notice last night due to encroaching wildfires, which threatened to trap the residents and visitors. Even the Icefields Parkway, described as one of the most scenic routes in Canada, is affected by the fires.
I found this scene itself interesting because it showed the trees along the shore in different stages of collapse as the fast flowing river erodes the banks.
I am heartbroken to have had to say goodbye last night, to one of Madge's children, sweet Bubba.
I discovered a problem whilst she was sleeping about 3 weeks ago (They are all in torpor), but whilst cleaning her vivarium, I realised there were headless morio bodies all over her vivarium suggesting she hadnt eaten properly for some time, I got her out, weighed her and she had lost a huge amount of weight.
The vet prescribed painkillers for what we thought was a problem with her teeth but she wouldn't eat. It was so so hard trying to get her to swallow the Emeraid I was giving her. It was like she had given up.
and last night she went to sleep for the last time in my hand.
She was my biggest girl, such a chunk. Loved her food. When she was a tiny baby, it was always Bubba clambering in the actual bowl, the idea of sharing food was anathema to her!
Such a shock to see her like that. RIP my sweet sweet girl.
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I'm historically heartbroken
Drownin' in my own emotions
One minute away from breakin' down, down, down
I'm always leavin' empty-handed
No one wants a heart that's damaged
Only know a love that lets me down, down, down
What if I get to heaven and it's not even real
And I die before tellin' you how I really feel?
'Cause it feels like hell and I just can't help but think
That maybe love's not for me
If you don't look too closely
You can't even tell I'm lonely
Even though it keeps me up at night, night, night
I try to keep myself distracted
But I got all these awful habits
Of listenin' to voices in my mind, mind, mind
I got up early yesterday for yet another trip to Muscatatuck NWR to take pictures. This time of year, deer season changes everything. I always think of the quote from Bambi’s mother “Man is in the woods!” The feeling of nature being in total lockdown was palatable, so I left.
While on the backroads making my way home, I passed a small farm in Jefferson County that had a donkey laying in the field. I couldn’t pass on taking its photo as it looked so content. It was while looking at what I had captured that I remembered the legend of its cross. It doesn’t matter if you or I believe in the legend or not, a legend by definition is simply a time-honored story. Here are a few facts to be considered:
The donkey is the only creature found in nature with this natural marking. It serves no purpose in concealing the animal from threats.
With or without belief in the legend, for the Christian, just seeing this animal and its marking reminds of our Lord and Savior and His sacrifice…a very good purpose!
Last but certainly not least…all things are possible with God!
I hope your day is blessed! John
Here is the legend copied from the internet:
The legend of the donkey’s cross begins in the Bible. In Mark 11, Jesus sends two of his disciples to retrieve the small donkey no one had faith in.
The farmer did not believe the runty donkey was capable of earning his keep. When the farmer informed his children that he was going to have to kill the little donkey. His children begged him to sell the donkey, but the farmer would not hear of it. He told them the donkey was worth noting to anyone.
The children were heartbroken and so very sad for the frail little donkey. The children went to their father and asked him “Father please take the donkey and tie him to the tree and see if someone will take him for free.” Seeing his children weep for the small animal was more than the father could bear, he agreed.
Jesus was on his way to Jerusalem, and sent two of his disciples to go and retrieve the small donkey. The farmer did not think that anyone would take the animal, he was surprised when he seen two men approaching him.
The farmer told the men he was sure the donkey would be of little use to Jesus. The disciples assured the farmer that Jesus wanted his small animal. The farmer was worried that Jesus would be disappointed with the donkey, but he handed it over to the disciples anyway.
Jesus placed his hands on the petite animal, and in that moment the donkey knew he could anything Jesus asked of him.
The donkey was so proud to carry Jesus into Jerusalem on that first Palm Sunday. He was devoted to his new master and followed him to Calvary. He could not bear to see his master hanging on the cross so the animal turned his back to the cross. The shadow of the cross fell across donkeys back and it been there ever since.
And that’s the legend of how the donkey got it’s cross.
Like many of us yesterday I was heartbroken to hear of the loss of Regina's Cleo. She was such a favourite on Flickr. Her big round face with those emerald eyes. One look from her and you could tell that she didn't stand any nonsense: she was a cat who was definitely in charge. All of us who loved seeing her on Flickr shall miss her dearly.
BNSF 9294 leads a westbound Clay Boswell coal empty through the fields of western Minnesota near Fisher.
As good as the leader looks from the perspective of 14 years later, the second unit was what the foamers were out for. There was a chance the merger scheme'd SD60M, BNSF 9297, was going to be leading this train, but, it wasn't meant to be. Neither was me ever catching it leading... but it wasn't for lack of trying.
Dual-window SD60Ms in BN whiteface were by far my favorite unit and paint scheme to catch, so it wasn't like I was heartbroken the 9297 wasn't leading. SD60Ms, Oakways, and SD75s were what we had as coal power in the northern plains in the mid-2000s and it was glorious!
Dec 19, 2015 #362
Hi guys,just popping in to wish you all a wonderful Christmas!!
My handsome cat Pepper has been ill and we had to put him to sleep on the 6th we are heartbroken but getting better :-)
I got my new lens a few weeks ago Nikon AF-S NIKKOR 200-500mm f/5.6E ED VR not had the chance to test it properly but looking forward to new shots just waiting for the weather to get better :-)