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A great find by Cosper Wosper ~ independence for Cornwall when we met at Shapwick Heath on Sunday. On alder which, along with birch, is their food plant.
This shot is not really sharp (they were moving too fast!) but I like the way it shows them using their antennae to maintain contact with the bug in front.
a picture of a picture of my parents after they got married in the 70s. my dad said he cut his hair for the wedding, hahha!
An informal parents' evening was held in Arbroath Academy in November, 1996 by the Friends of the Academy. In the picture, taken in the music department, were, from left - Caira Warden, Corrie Bell, Jody Robb, David Hall, principal teacher of music; Lynn Taylor, Deborah McDonald, parent; David Cargill, Paul Meighan, depute rector; Anna Hainsworth, Ross Fairweather and Rory Napier, parent.
fubo means "father and mother" in Japanese. My mom decided she needed to teach my dad how to brush his teeth.
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Scan of a '96 print taken on the eastern shore of Maryland's Chesapeake Bay. Nikon F4 with 500mm Tamron mirror lens
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Milk and Cookies
Parents
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Milk and Cookies by Frank Asch
"While spending the night at Grandfather's house, Baby Bear dreams of feeding milk and cookies to a dragon."
1982
From the parents' meet today, my son and I got our first glimpse of what is in store for him this year and the hard decision we have to jointly make in charting his future direction.
In spite of the many things to be said against it, warfare certainly has the effect of lifting the ordinary private soldier from the banalities of civilian working-class life. British men of the Second World War generation, who would otherwise have spent their lives in tedious, production-line jobs, filling in pools coupons at the weekend and taking the family to Weymouth for a week each summer, suddenly found themselves in exotic places, witnessing the extremes of human behaviour, participating in history-making events. You might say that it broadened their outlook.
I think it must have been his war service that stimulated my father's interest in foreign travel. With his low expectations of life, hostility to new ideas (it took a decade to wear down his resistance to supermarkets) and opposition to expenditure on inessentials, I don't think it would otherwise have occurred to him.
My parents had been married in 1942 but "starting a family" had been delayed until his safe return from the war. Before I "came along" in 1950 ...there had been a stillborn son before me... my parents had taken a holiday in Belgium and Holland, revisiting places and people my father had known in the war. Child-rearing kept them poor for the next 20 years.
It was not until the 1970s that my father was once more able to indulge his wonderlust. His foreign holidays became the great love of his late years. My mother admitted, behind his back, that she went merely for his sake and would really have preferred to stay at home. She had not flown until her mid-50s. For her the great thrill was the flight and, in particular, the in-flight meal. He became a great Alpinist, but this photograph was taken in Ajaccio, Corsica. The print is date-stamped July 1978.
Life does not enable us to do what we enjoy for more than a smallish amount of our time. Perhaps this is "programmed in" because we only really appreciate what is rare and fugitive. Anyway, I am glad my father had a spell at the end of his life during which he was able to enjoy what he most liked.
The happy parents of the puppy we're getting. The Norwegian Buhund is one of the few dog-breeds that is Norwegian, yet strangely, very few Norwegians know about it.
The dog breed was so loved, Buhund-bones have been discovered in many Viking graves.
Any dog that is friendly and has a history of hunting WOLFS and BEARS is automatically awesome in my book