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She is very expressive with her eyes and she was telling me that she wanted some of my Jambalaya. As always I gave her some of what I had.
Myanmar demonstration. The country is in a very bad state, and needs new and more progressive politicians.
Danny is a good story teller! (and a good gesticulator!);
And here, he is clearly telling something dramatic!
Maybe something a bit cheeky!
Or doubtful!
I like the way I caught it so you can’t see his eyes,
and his expressive gestures;
so we really don’t know what is going on between these two dirty rascals!
My third installment of favourite photos and images from around Flickr, taking it up to 300 gorgeous and inspiring images in total now. VIEW LARGE
Thank you to everyone included here and in the previous two, and everyone whose works I have admired but maybe not favourited here.
This version includes a lot of images which I may not have marked as a favourite on first sight, but when viewed along with their story, became that bit more special to me (for example those below). Also ones that meant something to the personal story of my life.
On arrival at Weybourne, I was pleased to find the 103 year old loco still in the station, as station staff chat to the driver of newly rebuilt Worsdell GER 'Y14' 0-6-0 no.564, as the former J15 stands in Weybourne Station waiting for the right of way to Sheringham.
Nørresundby/Nørre Uttrup, Denmark – May 2023.
From the youngest grandson's confirmation day. At Nørre Uttrup Church.
This I remember! I remember how he showed me how to put seeds “to sleep” so that they could rest and grow into the wonderful vegetables and flowers we ate and sniffed together in the late summer. I remember helping him water the soil that he enriched with compost because nothing was rich in the often brutal climate of Saskatchewan. I still hear his voice telling me that plants must be soaked thoroughly and long - or not at all! I hear his laughter in the garden and I see him tying my bonnet on so that I could have a hat for protection like he always wore and believed in. Because he taught me, I find God in the garden - or God finds me - it doesn’t matter. I can feel the horse feeding bag around my waist as I did when he got my sister and me ready to pick raspberries, and I hear his laughter splash over me as I complain about the prickles. And gently, sweetly, beautifully, I hear his clear tenor voice singing, “The Lord God planted a garden in the first white days of the earth, and placed there an angel warden in a garment of white enfurled...”
journalling about my Dad...
from a journal that was a requirement during Rev. Dr. Delton Glebe's course in Grief Counsellling at Wilfrid Laurier University, Waterloo, Ontario, 1991
I am forever indebted to this wonderful man. I received more depth in this one course I was fortunate to absorb than in any of the multitudinous other courses that have shaped me. He is the one person who ever said and wrote "You must get published" so clearly to me. He also, I firmly believe, prepared me for the loss of my son in 2009. Thank you, Dr. Glebe... 1919-2011.
The extraordinarily exuberant and mostly overlooked flowers in front of Knox Presbyterian Church, downtown Guelph, Ontario. If you listen carefully, you can hear them sing!
Rainy days are cold, damp, bleak, and miserable; but are great for taking pictures, with all the bright colored rain jackets, umbrellas, and reflections in the water. I keep telling myself that anyway.
In this collection of fortune telling objects we have two antique Ouija boards, sheet music titled "Weegee, Weegee Tell me Do", a crystal ball, several repro palmistry hands, and old book of palm reading and fortune telling.
Like many of our collections this one started by chance. Jack wanted to do a photo shoot with the palmistry hands so he bought several reproductions. This, of course let to an interest in the subject and another collection was started.
© Jack Wilgus
©Jane Brown2014 All Rights Reserved. This image is not available for use on websites, blogs or other media without explicit written permission
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this is from our day with Claire and Earl last Saturday. I love taking a little bit of beach and capturing the stories - and there's the man with the metal detector again!
Last week I got to visit the Gardner Museum. I wanted to take the chance now, since there's no telling what the winter will be like . . .
My visit home to Iowa was far too short. I've only seen my niece Alaina a handful of times since she's been born, so it's like meeting a new person each time. This time, though, she had no trouble remembering my that my name was "Aunt Danielle" (after the initial introduction). We did have to work on the basics, though... after she protested because I had the camera pointed at her, I had to explain that holding cameras and pointing them at people was just something her Aunt Danielle did and that I couldn't stop. She seemed more accepting after that... as though she respected it as a personal problem. I even let her take an image using the Hasselblad (don't worry, it was on a tripod).
And the sweetest moment was my last night there. I had fallen asleep on the couch, which is right beside her bedroom downstairs. She woke up screaming and crying, and I was able to make it to her room first. She didn't question my role, just wrapped her arms around me and said she had had a bad dream and then in another minute she was falling back into the covers, already asleep again.
She probably won't remember that when she's older, but I always will.
Taken with my Nikon FM.
when at the beach and needing to know what time it is,a make shift sundail will always come in handy.....
Ex Dublin Bus RV532 (99D532) is in this imaginative scheme for "The Storyteller Bus Tour", which departs about 19.15 from College Green and tours around the city.
Seen at the Epsom Derby event held in June 1993 was Tellings-Golden Miller of Byfleet Volvo B10M-61 / Plaxton Paramount C53F 229 C669XRU. The coach was new to Sheenway of London as their fleetnumber 73 and passed to TGM along with the company in 1991.
Parrot astrology or Parrot fortune-telling (Tamil: கிளி ஜோசியம்) is a type of astrology popular among the Tamils of Tamil Nadu, Telugus in Andhra Pradesh, India and Singapore. It involves using green parakeets which are trained to pick up Tarot like fortune cards.The parakeets are trained specifically for this.
Fortune telling process:
A parrot astrologer/fortune teller typically sits beneath a tree or by the side of the road where people congregate in numbers. He has a cage which contains one or two trained parrots. The tarot like cards are either spread out or stacked in front of him. They are 27 in number representing the Indian cosmic system. Each card contains the image of a Hindu deity and some cards contain images of Buddha or Virgin Mary with Infant Jesus. When a patron sits before the fortune teller, the latter opens the cage and lets the parrot out. He instructs the parrot to pick a card for the patron. The parrot walks over to the cards, picks one from the stack or the spread with its beak and gives it to the astrologer. It then walks back inside its cage. The astrologer opens the card and based on the image tells the fortune of the patron.
The practice of Parrot astrology is diminishing in Tamil Nadu due to lack of patronage
Source : WIKI
analogue and digital are not the way of the mystics.... sundials, shadow clocks , and water clocks only hint at mysteries of the mystic time keeps..
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I was sitting on a log at the bottom of the hill from the farmhouse the head groundskeeper lives in, trying to take a few chippie and warbler pictures, when this gal came strolling up the path from the creek.
She didn't even hesitate, but walked right up and jumped in my lap!
After I spent a few minutes petting her and telling her what a lovely girl she was, she jumped off and laid down near me.
I spent a few more minutes in her company, but realized that my photo session with the chipmunks was probably over, now that she was on the scene.
LOVE her crooked "smile"!
Hope I run into her again sometime.