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Taken today from the bridge at Ware looking along the River Lea.
Slightly tweaked.
Much better large please xx
I seem to have a fatal fascination for Porthkerry Viaduct near Barry in South Wales. I find it utterly compelling to return to the same spot with the splendid view of the Bristol Channel to record how our ever changing weather and light impact on this iconic structure, which oddly enough, has not been photographed that much with passing trains. Clear views, hazy views, rough seas, calm seas, all add to the fascination for me.
In a window of light, 66091 working the 4C96 Aberthaw - Cwmbargoed coal empties, heads east towards Barry. Taken at 8:28 pm.
so, for the first time in my life, i actually captured lightning. it was utterly amazing.
i was just reading on the couch inside the beach house and camille came in and told me to come out to see the lightning, and i didn't really want to go at first because i was in the middle of a really good part, ha. but oh goodness, i am so glad i did. so i got my cam and i just kinda messed with the shutter speed until i found the bulb setting. then we decided to go stand at the edge of the ocean and take them. so we ran down in the complete darkness...because there are really no lights at all on the beach...which is really wonderful because i hate all those lights back home.
anyways, after a while, the storm starting coming closer and closer until we could feel the mist and the wind was so strong and it was getting colder and so we ran and laughed and it was crazy and beautiful and i am so glad that i was alive to have experienced it and then when we got back to the beach house we had to take all the towels down from the railings and off the clothes lines and it was an adventure and i love that i went outside instead of reading at that moment.
God is so brilliant. i only captured this photograph, this glorious moment in time, so quick, barely missed, yet, He, in all of his vastness, created the light, the veins in the sky. i cannot believe that He is that great, and even greater, yet he makes himself close enough to know me, to love me, and embrace me, and remind me that I, that we, you and I, are his masterpiece. even greater are we than this lightning.
The utterly famous but gorgeous valley of Lauterbrunnen.
Lauterbrunnen, Bern, Switzerland
Nikon D850 + Nikon AFS 16-35f/4.
IMG_6616
Ardnamurchan is widely considered by many who visit it to be one of the most stunning natural parts of the Scottish coast.
It is beautiful, utterly wild and unspoilt.
There is something so utterly magical about how nature has taken over the temples of Ta Phrom. How the tree roots and trunk bind together the structure and become a part of it. No matter how many times you see it, every time you look at it and gawk in wonder.
See the mysterious embrace of Ta Phrom.
Siem Reap, Cambodia
2008
This would be the footnote.
In one heck of a mediocre book..hehe.
When I started this 365, I was utterly unprepared.
Both equipment wise, emotionally, and frankly, in capability.
I have finally turned the corner of realizing who I am as an artist/photographer.
I suppose you could say that essentially my 365 is a success for that very reason.
I tried everything...dabbled here, and there, and over there...and well.
Though most of it sucked...and I hate it
Now here I am.
I am finally just me.
A good feeling, nonetheless.
That said. As much as I regret that I am ending rather than beginning, this is the beginning for that very reason.
I suppose here I could notate my favorite 365, or my most popular, or my most creative...but to be honest, those are all within the last two weeks....so what's the point?
My learning curve was late in growth, what can I say....haha.
But. I will get corny for one second and say...this was one freaking crazy year.
I got my first DSLR.
I got my first tattoo.
I had my first pregnancy.
I had my first miscarriage.
I experienced my first actual surgery.
I moved twice.
I got promoted twice.
I made 107 108 of my 365's into explore. (the past 2 weeks straight, incidentally...crazy donkey..heh)
I lost myself.
I found myself.
I strengthened my marriage.
I found some fantastic friends, at least one of which has expanded beyond Flickr.
I accomplished so much that is just so menial it's worthless to notate.
But. More than anything. I am now having fun
350 damn days later. I'm finally enjoying myself thoroughly. :)
So thank you dearly to everyone who took this journey with me. There is simply too many of you to count....but I can say honestly, I wouldn't have done it without you.
And I'm excited at all my new contacts...new friends...from just this last month. You've flowed in, and inspired me, and made me smile and made me laugh...the way all the rest of you have.
I couldn't ask for more.
And even though this is the end......... as I aforementioned:
This is just the beginning.
So, signing off from 365 for the last time....
xoxo
just.K
(explore #1)
While in Washington DC for my brother's wedding, I became utterly enchanted with a bit of multimedia art in the National Gallery of Art.
Multiverse was installed by artist Leo Villareal in a 200-foot-long tunnel connecting the East building to the West building. It's an installation of thousands of LED lights, and it's one of the coolest things I've ever seen. This page features a video that captures Multiverse in action.
I wish I could have spent an hour just hanging out in this tunnel. It was fascinating and beautiful. One of those simple, genius ideas that was executed perfectly.
I'm not expecting much attention as it looks utterly boring when viewed in thumbnail. But take a closer look and you'll see a pair of eyes looking out from the cover. They are the eyes of a Long-eared Owl, and they seem to follow you around the room like certain gallery portraits.
The title comes from a 1984 single "Somebody's Watching Me" by Rockwell, though the chorus was sung (uncredited) by his childhood friend Michael Jackson. Rockwell's real name was Kennedy William Gordy, but he wanted any success to be on his own merits, and not because his father was Berry Gordy, the founder of Motown Records. Here's the video on Youtube: www.youtube.com/watch?v=7YvAYIJSSZY&list=RD7YvAYIJSSZ...
Utterly unmistakable orange bird with a zebra-striped wings, a Chinese fan of a crest (usually held closed, but often raised just after landing), and a rapier of a bill. Favors semiopen habitats such as heathland, farmland, orchards, grassy lawns, where it feeds on the ground, probing with its long bill for insects. Flight fast and fairly direct, with rather deep wingbeats. Unlikely to be confused, but flight pattern and round wings may loosely resemble that of woodpeckers; note far longer and thinner bill.
Parque national Souss-Massa, Morocco. March 2019.
The utterly strange Eben-Ezer tower is the project of artist, architect, writer, esothericus and philosopher Robert Garcet (1912-2001). He built this all by himself (and some friends) with flint stone. Dimensions and symbols are taken from the bible and ancient civilisations.
The tower is guarded by large stone sculptures of the four cherubim of the Apocalypse: a bull, a sphinx, a lion and an eagle.
There is a Musée du Silex (flint) on the first levels.
Location : Eben-Emael, Belgium
From 'A Son of the Middle Border' by Hamlin Garland, 1914:
Around us, on the swells, gray gophers whistled, and the nesting plover quaveringly called. Blackbirds clucked in the furrow and squat badgers watched with jealous eye the plow's inexorable progress toward their dens.
The weather was perfect June. Fleecy clouds sailed like snowy galleons from west to east, the wind was strong but kind, and we worked in a glow of satisfied ownership.
Many rattlesnakes ("massasaugas" Mr. Button called them), inhabited the moist spots and father and I killed several as we cleared the ground. Prairie wolves lurked in the groves and swales, but as foot by foot and rod by rod, the steady steel rolled the grass and the hazel brush under, all of these wild things died or hurried away, never to return. Some part of this tragedy I was able even then to understand and regret.
At last the wide "quarter section" lay upturned, black to the sun and the garden that had bloomed and fruited for millions of years, waiting for man, lay torn and ravaged.
The tender plants, the sweet flowers, the fragrant fruits, the busy insects, all the swarming lives which had been native here for untold centuries were utterly destroyed. It was sad and yet it was not all loss, even to my thinking, for I realized that over this desolation the green wheat would wave and the corn silks shed their pollen. It was not precisely the romantic valley of our song, but it was a rich and promiseful plot and my father seemed entirely content.
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'Blood and Country'
Camera: Mamiya RB67
Film: ORWO UN54 (Lomo Potsdam)
Process: HC-110H; 7.5mins
Idaho
July 2024
Utterly intoxicating.
There is an entire universe hiding
within her eyes
A million suns
a billion moons
and countless
lives
One would wonder if they are
lives that she imprisoned
Or lives she is yet to give
I fear for the men and women
Men and women who try to kiss
her tender inviting lips
I wonder what they could have
possibly experienced
I don’t even want to
yet i find myself
Thinking of removing her skirt
I fear being lost for eternity,
within her universe
just by the thought of it.
Utterly intoxicating
She is.
Model: Ylva
What an utterly fabulous Christmas Eve: to spend the crispest of winter days atop Ben Nevis just leisurely wandering around, taking the odd photo & losing all track of time.
I've a natural tendency to reject outright any composition that may diminish a given mountain's scale or prominence. I've relented, here, surmising that the interest may outweigh such matters once in a while.
Having the highest platform in the land naturally changes landscape photography into aerial landscape photography: as if viewed from an aircraft.
Binnein Mòr is actually the 28th highest summit in Scotland at 1130 metres*, but readily appears as a mere foothill when viewed from a neighbouring peak that is more than 200 metres higher!
* according to Munro's Tables.
She hadn't thought about this moment yet, had no expectations. But the look of panic on Rena's face leaves her utterly at a loss. "Conor?" she whispers instead, gaze dropping down to the boy from over Forge's arm.
Rena was moving as he was, sweeping Conor up in her arm and fairly tossing him over the counter. Strength born of adrenaline and fear. "Run," screamed into his ear as she let him go. She was following as Forge burst through the door, a leap and a scramble over that damn sneeze guard, the gun yanked from the waist band of her pants and pointed at the hairy dude. "Get us out the back NOW," screamed at him as the few patrons in the pizza place began to scramble. A slight woman in pink even screamed and fainted.
Conor leaned forward further, nose all but smooshed against the sneeze-guard as he watched. His ears were covered, mashed down beneath a grubby cap, swimming in a sea of greasy hair. He was distracted too, stomach rumbling as he waited. He didn't catch Rena's panicked whisper. Head jerked slightly at Forge's voice. Somewhat familiar, he could almost place it. His name on Guin's lips was unmistakable though, he was already wheeling around with a grin when Rena lifted him. Feet landed awkwardly on the floor behind the counter, face paling with fear at her command. He froze for a moment, unsure of what was happening, or why she was pointng a gun. Legs began to stumble backwards slowly, panic etched in his face.
Forge watched her lifting Conor up and over the counter. Forge's hand went into his jacket and he pulled his weapon out aiming it suddenly at Guin's head. He would stare at her then. "I don't think you're going anywhere Rena..." His voice was calm and even-- his eyes locked on her. The weapon pointed directly at Guinny's skull-- unless she moved on him. "Over the counter. Grab the fucking pizza...and we're all going to sit down and talk...or I kill your sister."
Guin spots the grin and returns it instantly, already lifting a hand toward Conor to take. But in a blink he's snatched away, swept up by Rena and tossed over the counter. The pizzeria erupts in panic but she cares about none of it, eyes fixed on Conor even as Rena draws her gun. She steps forward anyway, determined, but then comes to full stop when Forge draws his own. And points it at her head. Her mouth goes dry, and she pulls her eyes away from Conor long enough to shoot Forge a glare. But if it works... didn't stop the pounding of her heart in her throat. "Please, Rena," she whispers, just loud enough to be heard. "Please talk to us."
Conor wasn't the bravest of kids, not by a long shot. Sure he'd get the occasional burst of bravado now and then, and so far he'd refrained from wetting his pants...for a few years at least. But Forge's gun at Guin's head sent him into a sheer panic, stomach plummeting and the acid taste of fear rising up in his throat. He did, pretty much, the only useful thing a nine year old could really do at this point. Mouth opened wide, eys full of panic. He began to scream.
I find it utterly amazing that a wedding ring casts the shadow of a heart when placed between the pages of a book...
I had seen this effect done previously - and magnificently - by Flickr member "frozeout"....and I thought I would do my own version of the concept. The pattern on the blank book pages is from the sun streaming through a screened window.
By the way - I've had several unauthorized usages of my images and I've now had to resort to the following script on the bottom of each of my images:
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Jeff R. Clow
This must have been an utterly depressing mode of transport when roadworthy. Off the road since 2019, by which point it had racked over 230,000 miles (and looks it), current owner since 2001, and 6 Aspens from 1996 remain on the road.
“It's utterly impossible for me to build my life on a foundation of chaos, suffering and death. I see the world being slowly transformed into a wilderness; I hear the approaching thunder that, one day, will destroy us too. I feel the suffering of millions. And yet, when I look up at the sky, I somehow feel that everything will change for the better, that this cruelty too shall end, that peace and tranquillity will return once more.”
Anne Frank
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Today, we found ourselves utterly captivated by the remarkable Hila Klein. You might recognize her as the creative genius behind the fashion brand, Teddy Fresh, or identify her as one half of the dynamic duo anchoring the popular H3 Youtube Channel.
This year, Hila truly blossomed, stepping out of her comfort zone and into the limelight with unprecedented confidence and grace. Her newfound assertiveness served not only as an inspiration to us, but also as the driving force behind our latest project. Feeling profoundly motivated by her transformation, we've decided to replicate one of her recent, dazzling hair styles.
As a celebration of her distinctive charisma and fearless individuality, we hope to channel a touch of Hila's vibrant spirit into our creative endeavor.
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Heads: LeLUTKA
We re-visited the Jökulsárlón glacier lagoon the next day as the weather was utterly poor. Even with such a poor visibility and bad conditions I reckon it was the best option to shoot in that area. As an amateur landscape photographer I rarely use flash, but I could not resist to take out my flash and had a go to freeze out falling snow. It turns out quite a fantasy feeling, with some beloved birds on the iceberg.
Much to our delight we were surprised with a foot of powdery snow this week. Gracie spent hours tracking scents through the snow. It seemed like the snow was a blank background that made the animal scents stand out to her. We had several great hikes in the snow and made lots of photos to remember them.
how the utterly extraordinary can lay beneath our feet and how utterly extraordinary it is that we haven't taken better care of our precious home, how pursuits and vanities and loss of collective consciousness has blinded and numbed us
2020 has woken the world up to our vulnerabilities, our imperatives and the folly of egotistical arrogance and selfish superficiality
here's to an unearthing of what we have always known in our heart of hearts - that our time here is brief, miraculous and capable of incredible richness
here's to an archaeology of thought, and to each of us striving to save what is precious beyond words
“Distance changes utterly when you take the world on foot. A mile becomes a long way, two miles literally considerable, ten miles whopping, fifty miles at the very limits of conception. The world, you realize, is enormous in a way that only you and a small community of fellow hikers know. Planetary scale is your little secret.
Life takes on a neat simplicity, too. Time ceases to have any meaning. When it is dark, you go to bed, and when it is light again you get up, and everything in between is just in between. It’s quite wonderful, really.
You have no engagements, commitments, obligations, or duties; no special ambitions and only the smallest, least complicated of wants; you exist in a tranquil tedium, serenely beyond the reach of exasperation, “far removed from the seats of strife,” as the early explorer and botanist William Bartram put it. All that is required of you is a willingness to trudge.
There is no point in hurrying because you are not actually going anywhere. However far or long you plod, you are always in the same place: in the woods. It’s where you were yesterday, where you will be tomorrow. The woods is one boundless singularity. Every bend in the path presents a prospect indistinguishable from every other, every glimpse into the trees the same tangled mass. For all you know, your route could describe a very large, pointless circle. In a way, it would hardly matter.
At times, you become almost certain that you slabbed this hillside three days ago, crossed this stream yesterday, clambered over this fallen tree at least twice today already. But most of the time you don’t think. No point. Instead, you exist in a kind of mobile Zen mode, your brain like a balloon tethered with string, accompanying but not actually part of the body below. Walking for hours and miles becomes as automatic, as unremarkable, as breathing. At the end of the day you don’t think, “Hey, I did sixteen miles today,” any more than you think, “Hey, I took eight-thousand breaths today.” It’s just what you do.”
- Bill Bryson, A Walk in the Woods
I am utterly loving how the area around the Zany Zen Railway has developed in this last month, Millionaire's Row has got to be one of my favourite editions to the area, it feels so much like home.
Bus Service: maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Kumho/4/1/40
Richard A. Muttkowski (1887-1943), well-known American entomologist, was also a stickler for philological precision. He considered the name 'Aeshna' to be utterly 'barbaric'. That name had been given our pretty Migrant Hawker by Johan Christian Fabricius (1745-1808) in his Systema Entomologiae of 1775. Something was fishy about it and already in 1801 an Anonymous proposed the 'correct' Latinised Greek: Aeschna. But Fabricius' name stuck.
Muttkowski would have nothing of it, and he submitted a proposal to the International Commission on Zoological Nomenclature (founded in 1895) to revise the name 'Aeshna'. He gave a number of reasons based on philology and on speculation about the mind set of Fabricius.
His proposal makes for fascinating reading. But names once given have a way of holding. After lengthy deliberation the Commission decided anyway to retain Fabricius' name. Their tongue-in-cheek general remark is humorous enough to quote here. Agreeing with Muttkowski that a corruption of the Greek is perfecty possible, they say:
'So far as the evidence goes, however, it is equally possible that this word is an intentional barbarism or that it is the name of a ship, or of a goddess unknown to the Commission, or that it is an arbitrary combination of letters, or that it is the name of some friend of Fabricius.'
The name was not changed.
Here's our beautiful Migrant Hawker on Marijuana, Cannabis sativa (www.flickr.com/photos/87453322@N00/36295279372/in/photoli...). The inset shows a young Cannabis flower and especially those tiny, white globulous trichomes, the oil of which might have relaxed Muttkowski. On the other hand, we'd then not have been able to enjoy this little episode of nomenclatural humor.
PS The inset photo is of a plant in the shade of the glade; the Dragonfly Plant of the main shot stands proudly in the Autumn Sun.
No I've not gone utterly baa baa but I have to say the sheep of western Northamptonshire are a very chilled out bunch. If I did my best sheep talk they really paid attention and the lambs came towards me, instead of screaming in panic and running to their mums like those in Oxfordshire.
Looking back towards Badby, almost directly into the sun so I'm surprised anything came out.
Just me, the sheep and birdsong.
On a recent trip out to Cape Kiwanda, I ended up driving through some beautiful fall foliage along Hwy 6. It was so utterly gorgeous a drive that I felt a pull that was nearly as strong as the one tugging me toward the coast. I desperately wanted to stop and get lost in that colorful forest but in the end the cape won out. Lucky for me that was merely a Saturday and weekends consist of Sundays as well. So the next day I drove back out toward the Coast Range with no intent to cross over it. The turnoff to Gales Creek looked as good a spot to diverge from the highway as any and down the gravel road I went, only as far as necessary to park and proceed on foot. The hike that day was drenched in color and redolent of that wet forest smell. The trails were muddy and I smelled like moss by the time I had finished. I love getting lost in forests like this but I will admit they can be tricky to photograph in. Taking a slice out of the natural chaos that is a forest and translating that into a two dimensional image can be easier said than done. But I will tell you a couple tricks I employ. The first is to stop moving. This seems like it would be obvious, as generally you stop and stand still to make your photos anyway. But I try to stop and stand still while assessing the scene, even before the camera comes up. That is because while moving you get the benefit of seeing layers of distance interplay with one another. Patches of yellow leaves slide in and out from behind vertical trunks, creating vibrant slashes through the forest. This effect is particularly noteworthy while driving, where the blur of color replaces detail and you are wowed by the scene, yet when you stop and detail replaces that blur of color, you and your camera do not end up seeing the same thing. Of course, you could employ slower shutter speeds while moving to try and recreate that effect, but that is a different story and a different image for a different day. The other thing I do, and it is related to the first thing, is I close one eye whole figuring out my composition. Like standing still this is meant to eliminate the depth I am seeing, since my camera will not. It has only one lens, and hence one eye, to see the forest with. It is going to compress all those lovely layered depths you are appreciating into a smushed, flat image. So I try to see in that manner while composing in order to best create an image that will make more visual sense when rendered in a mere two dimensions. I guess I could say the third tip is to linger. Don't shoot and run. Stand there and soak it in and feel the forest and give your mind time to process those feelings into images which hopefully you can get your camera to transcribe. No forest should be hurried through, and if you do your photos will suffer for it... And so will you.
Hasselblad 500C
Kodak Portra 400
This morning I felt utterly sad. I've lost someone whom I thought I could count as my friend of many years. But when I needed him, on a personal level, he proved me wrong. And it hurts.
I looked outside my window and I saw a Roe Deer buck approaching. Despite everything I grabbed the camera and went outside. The Buck came closer and closer while looking straight at me. When he reached our driveway he stopped and posed, perfectly framed by the old oak trees that line the path. Maybe a silly thing to say but it was as if Nature was trying to comfort me with its beauty. And it worked. It always works...
I'm going to say goodbye now for a short time. For 2 weeks, the beautiful Mala Mala Game Reserve in South Africa will be our home. Here you can find an impression of last year's visit. I know from experience that Mala Mala is the best place to be to recover from a hurt soul..
so, over winter break i was thinking about doing a print giveaway, and/or a film swap. (i shoot a roll of film, send it to you, and then you take photos over the roll i took) anyone interested?
The utterly stylish Aiguille Noire admired as the storm was coming.
The Aiguille Noire de Peuterey (3.773 m) is a mountain of the Mont Blanc massif, Italian face, forming part of the Peuterey ridge.
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Thank you so very much Moonsoul gorgeous for the huge trill and honor of having my picture as the group's cover.
Happy Hollidays to you and all yours!
♥ Hugs ♥
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and now, for something utterly non-Yacht-Club-like! from the archives, a favorite taken early last year in the King Range, manzanita skeletons in an area that had burned the previous fall.
and THANK YOU to everyone who's given me feedback on the BYC show! I'll be hemming and hawing all week, so feel free to continue to chime in, I'm sure I'll make some final decisions friday as I start putting the photos up on the walls...
link to the Cream Me discussion
Utterly love this outfit, been wearing it for a few weeks now and still love it, finally got around to taking a outfit focused picture of it.
PLUS this is my first time using the Black Dragon Viewer, really happy with the results.
An utterly forgotten mid-'70s Ford, the Elite was in the line for only 2 years, as sort of a downmarket Torino, or Mercury Cougar. In '77 this body-style became the Thunderbird. Yeah, nice face under the hood, didn't even notice it until I got home. Night, 3-minutes of full moon, with direct red, snooted blue and reflected purple and blue light from the Protomachines flashlight.
“I gazed at these marvels in profound silence. Words were utterly wanting to indicate the sensations of wonder I experienced. I seemed, as I stood upon that mysterious shore, as if I were some wandering inhabitant of a distant planet, present for the first time at the spectacle of some terrestrial phenomena belonging to another existence. To give body and existence to such new sensations would have required the coinage of new words - and here my feeble brain found itself wholly at fault. I looked on, I thought, I reflected, I admired, in a state of stupefaction not altogether unmingled with fear!”
Jules Verne, Journey to the Center of the Earth
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BaD 21 May 2019: Journey to the Center of the Earth
I found this Sea Otter all alone, resting from I think may be an injury of some kind. She's in a shallow lagoon nearly devoid of her favorite food? On the Pacific Coast of California. Just a guess as to her condition?
Wrong, I figured it out, she's a pregnant female, wanting to be alone. The next day I noticed the bites on her nose, which is what males do after mating to keep other males from thinking she's beautiful and utterly to irresistible. Weird huh.
Never thought about biting girls on the nose, guess that would keep you alone alright. :^ )
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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)
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!
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the utterly awesome Hooker Valley track, with Aoraki/Mt Cook - the highest in mountain NZ - at the head, arresting.
3x HDR sets of 5 images stitched
The beach was utterly deserted, save for a solitary tree that stood defiantly in the center. It stood alone, with only the crunching sound of crispy sand beneath its roots, the crashing waves, and the lush, green-covered hills in the distance. The tree's branches stretched out, reaching for the sky as if seeking companionship, but the emptiness around it remained unbroken. It was a scene of serene isolation, where nature's elements played their symphony, and the tree stood as a resilient symbol amidst the vast emptiness.
an utterly gorgeous print by Deborah Lattimore that hangs right by my front door...
so so in love with her view of water, she's found so many colors in it...