From time to time I go out on a little day trip without my family - with regret on my side and probably celebrations on theirs!

When I get back usually the first question from my wife is did I see any churches I liked. (She would secretly like my soul to be saved by going to church. Her good deeds are legendary but she is still a bit concerned that it won't be enough to get me a nod from the bouncers on the door - bless :-)

But for me it just means did I see a church that I want to drag her along to see and marvel at. And today I did. I like St Andrews - it may be part ruin but what a ruin - and although I had a busy day mapped out in my head to make the most of the day alone but somehow I struggled to drag myself away. Even though its on a quiet country road with only a few houses nearby, people passed on foot and cycle, (but not a single car) and waved and stopped to pass the time of day. Its not something I'm all that good at but in this place it seemed right.

The only downside was that it was locked so I couldn't get in to see the village war memorial. The upside is that I get to come here again!

As usual I read Simon Knotts' piece on the church after I visited - I like to form my own opinions. It seems on this one we were of a like mind.

www.norfolkchurches.co.uk/littlecressingham/littlecressin...

Spovses were once asked to describe their wedlock to astronavts who are committed to the dvties and general bvreavcracy of the aeronavtics programme, belieuing theirs’(and their vnion alone)allowed for a nobly competitiue balance. to share a louer with the vmbilical pvll of space and celestials that euerynight glare down at yov with the crvsh of zodiaks seems, to pvt the riualry in some neat and nebvlovs grauitational context, both the worst and most egotistical blessing imaginable.

depends on how mvch sea yov are willing to swallow .... indigenovs to the Great Barrier Reef off Australia there's a scrappy twerp called the peacock mantis. besides a glass-shattering pvnch, this goliath of a shrimp has at his command sixteen dynamic photoreceptors in his bvlbs that process imagery uia twelue colovrs(the hvman eye maxes ovt at three). known as hyperspectric, this crvstacean possesses the most aduanced color information spectrvm in all the animal kingdom by far, scanning light information in high-contrast infrared to the vltra-uiolet, inclvding waues of polarized oceanic light. all in a pre-technological twinkle of his beady uibrating eye-stalks. and as if this mini-dynamo needed to baffle deeper complexity to adapatation, biologists haue also discouered some svbsets of this species distingvish themselues to a mate for the rest of their days monogamovs.

what are the gifts yov’ll receiue next? will yov euen recognize what yov see if yov saw a Wonder of the World by microscope or telescope or before yovr uery nose the momentovs with the vnaided eye? the little yov imagined that might svrprise yov greatly, whether yov shovld risk an ocean in an ovtbvrst, or desire.

' . . . i see schools of eyes / where there should be faces.' - Wasner

Me and Dot with our kids and theirs

Everyone theirs own fairy for getting some help before Valentine-day. We have the same problem, what to offer ....

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Canon eos 1d+ Carl Zeiss Jena DDR Flektogon 35mm f2.4

The NAD train is gorgeous, and Camden keeps theirs looking good.

Meet Edgar and Alice. Married for over thirty years theirs is a relationship of explosive mutual loathing. Strindberg's tale paints a compulsive and bitterly funny portrait of a magnificently doomed couple, whose ongoing battle threatens not only their future, but that of their friends and children as well.

This world premiere of a gripping new adaptation by Howard Brenton - one of our most distinguished and brilliant playwrights - gives a unique chance to see not only Part One but also the rarely performed Part Two of this masterpiece of European theatre, condensed into a single-two act drama.

30 May - 6 July 2013

Mon - Sat 7.30pm and Sat 3pm

Book online at www.gatetheatre.co.uk

Or call the Box Office on 020 7229 0706

...theirs a new love in my life. Her name is Frappuccino.

Matthew 5:3-4 (ANIV)

3 [Jesus said] "Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.

4 Blessed are those who mourn, for they will be comforted."

DRAWING NOTES:

TIME OF DAY:

I’ve set the scene in the late morning.

LIGHTING NOTES:

The sun is high in the sky, on the left of the scene.

CHARACTERS PRESENT:

Jesus, sitting on a rock, with 5 of the Apostles visible (the others are there too, behind the viewer!)

There is a large crowd of people in the background.

RESEARCH/ADDITIONAL NOTES:

This cartoon is one of many, which together will illustrate the complete “Sermon on the Mount”.

Matthew chapters 05:01–08:01 is called “the Sermon on the Mount” because Jesus gave it on a hillside near Capernaum, which was a town/city on the north coast of the Sea of Galilee (Lake Kinneret.) This sermon probably covered several days of preaching, if not more, & the content was probably repeated by Jesus (at least in part) many times, as the message contained in the sermon is central to his gospel message.

I decided I would create a “thought bubble” in the top right hand corner of the scene, and illustrate the various people Jesus describes in his famous sermon on the mount. This scene shows a man comforting a woman who is crying, representing the phrase “Blessed are those who mourn, for they will be comforted.”

For notes on the possible location of Capernaum, see Matthew 05 - The Beatitudes - Scene 01 - Blessed are you.

Why not visit my website & see all the cartoons there? www.biblecartoons.co.uk

The boys met a (strangely tanned) hero of theirs, whose name they say like 'papaya' without the last vowel.

Made of fibreglass and concrete, at Willingdon Beach, Powell River. Bluto (a.k.a. Brutus) lurks in the bushes on the left, J. Wellington Wimpy is on the right, and Olive Oyl is just out of frame to the right but they only had eyes for one.

The Cleveland Miniaturia Society Inc. is the proud sponsor of an annual Dollhouse and Miniature Show and Sale. Begun in Cleveland, Ohio, in 1971, theirs is the longest, continuous running miniature show in the United States, where miniature artisans, manufacturers and dealers from around the country present their products for purchase and enjoyment. In addition, raffles are held to benefit local charitable organizations. These include Ronald MacDonald House, Camp Cheerful, Make-A-Wish Foundation, Providence House, Aluminum Cans for Burned Children, Rainbow Babies & Children’s Hospital, Achievement Center for Children’s Camp Cheerful, and in 2010, 2011, and 2012, - Cleveland Foodbank, Inc.

If you have a dollhouse to donate for next year’s fundraising efforts, please contact:

www.clevelandminiaturiasociety.org

The Cleveland Miniaturia Society Inc. was founded in Cleveland, Ohio, on April 18, 1971 as a non-profit organization providing a supportive, wholesome, atmosphere to promote interest in the field of dollhouses, miniature furnishings and accessories. Their goal is to bring together people of like minds in order to share their love of the hobby that captivates them. Their members, adults and adolescents alike, represent all skill levels from beginner to advanced artisan. They participate in activities that allow then to share their individual talents and knowledge, while enjoying the company of entertaining and interesting people. These activities include picnics, visits to view members’ collections, trips to museums, specialty shops and miniature shows.

Al and The Shadow have theirs.

I made my annual trip to London again. As usual I was the only bloke, other than the driver, on this trip. My daughters, a friend of theirs and around 40 woman make up the coach. I think I've been eighteen times now, unfortunately, this was to be the last one. We travel down early on Saturday and stay In The Cumberland at Marble Arch which is now re branded as a Hard Rock Hotel. We were having a change of format and were heading for Windsor on Sunday morning.

Saturday was dull and my plan was to head along Oxford Street to The City, the financial district, it's quiet on there at the weekend. I photographed the high rise buildings and then headed for the river and Tower Bridge. I followed the river for a while but cut back through some of the famous landmarks. I was meeting the girls for a meal...and my first glass of wine for twelve months, the last time I was in London.

We had beautiful weather for the time of year in Windsor, blue sky and sunshine, wind and rain in the north back home. The girls did the tour of Windsor Castle, The queen was in residence as it's her weekend retreat from London. I wandered the streets and met the girls for lunch. It was the usual raucous, boozy and very noisy trip home. Forty odd women giving the alcohol full gas. I have been known to be Santa on the trip home, distributing secret Santa presents when it's been closer to Christmas

The muscle car fever in the 60s was so prevalent that even Buick got in on the action, marketing theirs as "Gentleman's Hot Rods." The Buick Skylark Grand Sport (GS) introduced in 1965 was Buick's answer to the Pontiac GTO, and the ultimate version of the Grand Sport came in 1970 with the GSX. The GSX came with a mighty 455 Nailhead V8 making 350 hp and 510 lb-ft of torque, making them quite fast for the time. Only 678 were ever made, 500 in yellow and the rest in white, all with those distinctive black stripes.

For my LEGO version I tried to recreate as much of the distinctive paint scheme with bricks as possible, but did cut out some yellow stickers for the pointed tip of the yellow stripe on the hood and the yellow highlights inside the hood scoops. I also resorted to the use of a silver paint pen to create the outline of the grille on 1x2 cheese grater slopes, as this seemed to look the best out of any other option I had. If I was the LEGO company I'd make printed 1x2 slopes for the grille, but I'm not so I did this ;)

This is the second Buick Skylark I've built in this scale, purely by coincidence. The first was because I wanted to build a white 50s car and the Skylark was a suitable choice, and this one was because I wanted to build a yellow muscle car and the GSX is my favorite yellow muscle car. But idk, maybe I should make a series out of it now that I've made multiple LEGO Buick Skylarks...

theirs a lot of these out here so they must of been scanned before here a sample from the top of the set

Theirs a whole in my bucket

As you can see, theirs didn't light.

Elevator buttons and morning air,

Strangers silence makes me want to take the stairs,

If you were here we'd laugh about their vacant stares,

But right now,

My time is theirs.

Seems like there's always

Someone who disapproves,

They'll judge it like they know about me and you,

And the verdict comes from those with nothing else to do,

The jury's out,

And my choice is you.

So don't you worry your pretty little mind,

People throw rocks at things that shine,

And life makes love look hard,

The stakes are high,

The waters rough,

But this love is ours,

You never know what people have up their sleeves,

Ghosts from your past gonna jump out at me,

Lurking in the shadows with their lip gloss smiles,

But I don't care,

'Cause right now you're mine,

And you say,

So don't you worry your pretty little mind,

People throw rocks at things that shine,

And life makes love look hard,

The stakes are high,

The water's rough,

But this love is ours

And it's not theirs to speculate,

If it's wrong and,

Your hands are tough but they are where,

My belong in,

I'll fight their doubt and give you faith with this song for you.

'Cause I love the gap between your teeth,

And I love the riddles that you speak,

And any snide remarks from my father about your tattoos will be ignored,

'Cause my heart is yours.

So don't you worry your pretty little mind,

People throw rocks at things that shine,

And life makes love look hard,

And don't you worry your pretty little mind,

People throw rocks at things that shine,

But they can't take what's ours,

They can't take what's ours,

The stakes are high,

The water's rough,

But this love is ours.

www.youtube.com/watch?v=LZ34LlaIk88

Two of Ginger's kids and a friend of theirs

Green and gold till the club is sold!

Manchester United supporters turning the Stretford End green and gold.

This is your space...not theirs

From time to time I go out on a little day trip without my family - with regret on my side and probably celebrations on theirs!

When I get back usually the first question from my wife is did I see any churches I liked. (She would secretly like my soul to be saved by going to church. Her good deeds are legendary but she is still a bit concerned that it won't be enough to get me a nod from the bouncers on the door - bless :-)

But for me it just means did I see a church that I want to drag her along to see and marvel at. And today I did. I like St Andrews - it may be part ruin but what a ruin - and although I had a busy day mapped out in my head to make the most of the day alone but somehow I struggled to drag myself away. Even though its on a quiet country road with only a few houses nearby, people passed on foot and cycle, (but not a single car) and waved and stopped to pass the time of day. Its not something I'm all that good at but in this place it seemed right.

The only downside was that it was locked so I couldn't get in to see the village war memorial. The upside is that I get to come here again!

As usual I read Simon Knotts' piece on the church after I visited - I like to form my own opinions. It seems on this one we were of a like mind.

www.norfolkchurches.co.uk/littlecressingham/littlecressin...

I made my annual trip to London again. As usual I was the only bloke, other than the driver, on this trip. My daughters, a friend of theirs and around 40 woman make up the coach. I think I've been eighteen times now, unfortunately, this was to be the last one. We travel down early on Saturday and stay In The Cumberland at Marble Arch which is now re branded as a Hard Rock Hotel. We were having a change of format and were heading for Windsor on Sunday morning.

Saturday was dull and my plan was to head along Oxford Street to The City, the financial district, it's quiet on there at the weekend. I photographed the high rise buildings and then headed for the river and Tower Bridge. I followed the river for a while but cut back through some of the famous landmarks. I was meeting the girls for a meal...and my first glass of wine for twelve months, the last time I was in London.

We had beautiful weather for the time of year in Windsor, blue sky and sunshine, wind and rain in the north back home. The girls did the tour of Windsor Castle, The queen was in residence as it's her weekend retreat from London. I wandered the streets and met the girls for lunch. It was the usual raucous, boozy and very noisy trip home. Forty odd women giving the alcohol full gas. I have been known to be Santa on the trip home, distributing secret Santa presents when it's been closer to Christmas

An 8-car King Frolic. Wyandot Lake calls theirs the Monsoon.

I made my annual trip to London again. As usual I was the only bloke, other than the driver, on this trip. My daughters, a friend of theirs and around 40 woman make up the coach. I think I've been eighteen times now, unfortunately, this was to be the last one. We travel down early on Saturday and stay In The Cumberland at Marble Arch which is now re branded as a Hard Rock Hotel. We were having a change of format and were heading for Windsor on Sunday morning.

Saturday was dull and my plan was to head along Oxford Street to The City, the financial district, it's quiet on there at the weekend. I photographed the high rise buildings and then headed for the river and Tower Bridge. I followed the river for a while but cut back through some of the famous landmarks. I was meeting the girls for a meal...and my first glass of wine for twelve months, the last time I was in London.

We had beautiful weather for the time of year in Windsor, blue sky and sunshine, wind and rain in the north back home. The girls did the tour of Windsor Castle, The queen was in residence as it's her weekend retreat from London. I wandered the streets and met the girls for lunch. It was the usual raucous, boozy and very noisy trip home. Forty odd women giving the alcohol full gas. I have been known to be Santa on the trip home, distributing secret Santa presents when it's been closer to Christmas

Meet Edgar and Alice. Married for over thirty years theirs is a relationship of explosive mutual loathing. Strindberg's tale paints a compulsive and bitterly funny portrait of a magnificently doomed couple, whose ongoing battle threatens not only their future, but that of their friends and children as well.

This world premiere of a gripping new adaptation by Howard Brenton - one of our most distinguished and brilliant playwrights - gives a unique chance to see not only Part One but also the rarely performed Part Two of this masterpiece of European theatre, condensed into a single-two act drama.

30 May - 6 July 2013

Mon - Sat 7.30pm and Sat 3pm

Book online at www.gatetheatre.co.uk

Or call the Box Office on 020 7229 0706

Happy to have completed the big scout hike.

Sea level in Holland in 2009! It wasn't stormy day, so this should be sea on theirs lowest level!

Mine little story about ‘Living in Holland’ starts like this:

I went on the highest flat in mine quarter to take (hopefully) some nice photo's from sunrise above beautiful city The Hague. Yes, I have achieved goal of mine, with good results, … but just few minutes later, when mine still very sleepy eyes sore this view... I woke up immediately!

I couldn’t believe that this was reality of our (save) living in Holland. Two thoughts went true mine mind; How small and fragile we are, second one was how much we people in Holland, should admire Dutch scientists which are working every single day to win from a strongest power in the world !

So, now I think that you understand why mine sunrise photo’s took a second place, even when they are more beautiful that this photo! But what is sometimes more important; To make most beautiful photo or to send very important message? This time, mine choice is the send a message!

Dijamore.

I made my annual trip to London again. As usual I was the only bloke, other than the driver, on this trip. My daughters, a friend of theirs and around 40 woman make up the coach. I think I've been eighteen times now, unfortunately, this was to be the last one. We travel down early on Saturday and stay In The Cumberland at Marble Arch which is now re branded as a Hard Rock Hotel. We were having a change of format and were heading for Windsor on Sunday morning.

Saturday was dull and my plan was to head along Oxford Street to The City, the financial district, it's quiet on there at the weekend. I photographed the high rise buildings and then headed for the river and Tower Bridge. I followed the river for a while but cut back through some of the famous landmarks. I was meeting the girls for a meal...and my first glass of wine for twelve months, the last time I was in London.

We had beautiful weather for the time of year in Windsor, blue sky and sunshine, wind and rain in the north back home. The girls did the tour of Windsor Castle, The queen was in residence as it's her weekend retreat from London. I wandered the streets and met the girls for lunch. It was the usual raucous, boozy and very noisy trip home. Forty odd women giving the alcohol full gas. I have been known to be Santa on the trip home, distributing secret Santa presents when it's been closer to Christmas

Bob & Gerry took us to Cathedral City to see the home that will become theirs on Tuesday. They will be joining a special group of gays...the will become Homo-Ners!

Minneapolis had theirs, then New York...now it's time for SNOWPOCALYPSE: Chicago Edition. 2/2/2011.

The Cleveland Miniaturia Society Inc. is the proud sponsor of an annual Dollhouse and Miniature Show and Sale. Begun in Cleveland, Ohio, in 1971, theirs is the longest, continuous running miniature show in the United States, where miniature artisans, manufacturers and dealers from around the country present their products for purchase and enjoyment. In addition, raffles are held to benefit local charitable organizations. These include Ronald MacDonald House, Camp Cheerful, Make-A-Wish Foundation, Providence House, Aluminum Cans for Burned Children, Rainbow Babies & Children’s Hospital, Achievement Center for Children’s Camp Cheerful, and in 2010, 2011, and 2012, - Cleveland Foodbank, Inc.

If you have a dollhouse to donate for next year’s fundraising efforts, please contact:

www.clevelandminiaturiasociety.org

The Cleveland Miniaturia Society Inc. was founded in Cleveland, Ohio, on April 18, 1971 as a non-profit organization providing a supportive, wholesome, atmosphere to promote interest in the field of dollhouses, miniature furnishings and accessories. Their goal is to bring together people of like minds in order to share their love of the hobby that captivates them. Their members, adults and adolescents alike, represent all skill levels from beginner to advanced artisan. They participate in activities that allow then to share their individual talents and knowledge, while enjoying the company of entertaining and interesting people. These activities include picnics, visits to view members’ collections, trips to museums, specialty shops and miniature shows.

I made my annual trip to London again. As usual I was the only bloke, other than the driver, on this trip. My daughters, a friend of theirs and around 40 woman make up the coach. I think I've been eighteen times now, unfortunately, this was to be the last one. We travel down early on Saturday and stay In The Cumberland at Marble Arch which is now re branded as a Hard Rock Hotel. We were having a change of format and were heading for Windsor on Sunday morning.

Saturday was dull and my plan was to head along Oxford Street to The City, the financial district, it's quiet on there at the weekend. I photographed the high rise buildings and then headed for the river and Tower Bridge. I followed the river for a while but cut back through some of the famous landmarks. I was meeting the girls for a meal...and my first glass of wine for twelve months, the last time I was in London.

We had beautiful weather for the time of year in Windsor, blue sky and sunshine, wind and rain in the north back home. The girls did the tour of Windsor Castle, The queen was in residence as it's her weekend retreat from London. I wandered the streets and met the girls for lunch. It was the usual raucous, boozy and very noisy trip home. Forty odd women giving the alcohol full gas. I have been known to be Santa on the trip home, distributing secret Santa presents when it's been closer to Christmas

From time to time I go out on a little day trip without my family - with regret on my side and probably celebrations on theirs!

When I get back usually the first question from my wife is did I see any churches I liked. (She would secretly like my soul to be saved by going to church. Her good deeds are legendary but she is still a bit concerned that it won't be enough to get me a nod from the bouncers on the door - bless :-)

But for me it just means did I see a church that I want to drag her along to see and marvel at. And today I did. I like St Andrews - it may be part ruin but what a ruin - and although I had a busy day mapped out in my head to make the most of the day alone but somehow I struggled to drag myself away. Even though its on a quiet country road with only a few houses nearby, people passed on foot and cycle, (but not a single car) and waved and stopped to pass the time of day. Its not something I'm all that good at but in this place it seemed right.

The only downside was that it was locked so I couldn't get in to see the village war memorial. The upside is that I get to come here again!

As usual I read Simon Knotts' piece on the church after I visited - I like to form my own opinions. It seems on this one we were of a like mind.

www.norfolkchurches.co.uk/littlecressingham/littlecressin...

As I have practiced it, photography produces pleasure by simplicity. I see something special and show it to the camera. A picture is produced. The moment is held until someone sees it. Then it is theirs.

#nature #beauty

Forgot to do this until I saw someone else have theirs..

Sam and Sally became suspicious when Steve moved in the apartment just below theirs at the Tree-Mont Hotel

Copyright Taha Raja

Paddington Station, London, August 2006.

"Once upon a time the winged serpent Quetzalcoatl ruled the air and the waters, while the god of war ruled the land. Theirs were rich days, full of battles and the exercise of power, but there was no music, and they both longed for a decent tune.

The god of war was powerless to change the situation, but the winged serpent was not. He flew away towards the house of the sun, which was the home of music. He passed a number of planets, and from each of them he heard musical sounds, but there were no musicians to be found. At last he came to the house of the sun, where the musicians lived.

The anger of the sun at the serpent’s invasion was a terrible thing to witness, but Quetzalcoatl was not afraid, and unleashed the mighty storms that were his personal specialty. The storms were so fearsome that even the house of the sun began to shake, and the musicians were scared and fled in all directions.

And some of them fell to earth, and so, thanks to the winged serpent, we have music.”

S. Rushdie - The Ground Beneath Her Feet

I made my annual trip to London again. As usual I was the only bloke, other than the driver, on this trip. My daughters, a friend of theirs and around 40 woman make up the coach. I think I've been eighteen times now, unfortunately, this was to be the last one. We travel down early on Saturday and stay In The Cumberland at Marble Arch which is now re branded as a Hard Rock Hotel. We were having a change of format and were heading for Windsor on Sunday morning.

Saturday was dull and my plan was to head along Oxford Street to The City, the financial district, it's quiet on there at the weekend. I photographed the high rise buildings and then headed for the river and Tower Bridge. I followed the river for a while but cut back through some of the famous landmarks. I was meeting the girls for a meal...and my first glass of wine for twelve months, the last time I was in London.

We had beautiful weather for the time of year in Windsor, blue sky and sunshine, wind and rain in the north back home. The girls did the tour of Windsor Castle, The queen was in residence as it's her weekend retreat from London. I wandered the streets and met the girls for lunch. It was the usual raucous, boozy and very noisy trip home. Forty odd women giving the alcohol full gas. I have been known to be Santa on the trip home, distributing secret Santa presents when it's been closer to Christmas

If you can keep your head when all about you

Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,

If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you

But make allowance for their doubting too,

If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,

Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,

Or being hated, don't give way to hating,

And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:

--Rudyard Kipling

PS: One of my fave poems from school days :) I was very happy to see it being used very aptly in Happy Days

My FR² enjoy theirs coffee in the japanese chimney room.

Volvo Marcopolo

I made my annual trip to London again. As usual I was the only bloke, other than the driver, on this trip. My daughters, a friend of theirs and around 40 woman make up the coach. I think I've been eighteen times now, unfortunately, this was to be the last one. We travel down early on Saturday and stay In The Cumberland at Marble Arch which is now re branded as a Hard Rock Hotel. We were having a change of format and were heading for Windsor on Sunday morning.

Saturday was dull and my plan was to head along Oxford Street to The City, the financial district, it's quiet on there at the weekend. I photographed the high rise buildings and then headed for the river and Tower Bridge. I followed the river for a while but cut back through some of the famous landmarks. I was meeting the girls for a meal...and my first glass of wine for twelve months, the last time I was in London.

We had beautiful weather for the time of year in Windsor, blue sky and sunshine, wind and rain in the north back home. The girls did the tour of Windsor Castle, The queen was in residence as it's her weekend retreat from London. I wandered the streets and met the girls for lunch. It was the usual raucous, boozy and very noisy trip home. Forty odd women giving the alcohol full gas. I have been known to be Santa on the trip home, distributing secret Santa presents when it's been closer to Christmas