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Little Freddy was found abandoned on Mummy Marian's doorstep and assimilated into the family. Peter gets along well with Freddy.
PETER:
Freddy?
LITTLE FREDDY:
Are you calling me?
PETER:
I want to show you a secret. You can only see it in a dark room. The darkest room in the house is the toilet. I know you're afraid of the dark, but if I hold your paw, will you dare to come with me?
LITTLE FREDDY:
I trust you Peter...you're so nice....so yes...I'll go with you.
LITTLE FREDDY:
I trust you Peter...you're so nice....so yes...I'll go with you.
Paw in paw they go together to the darkest room in the house
In the middle of the room is a round table with something on it.....
LITTLE FREDDY:
What's on the table there Peter?
PETER:
It's a crystal ball. If you close your eyes and think of someone you love very much, you will see it in the crystal ball. Now if you hold my paw, I'm going to think of someone I love very much. So grab my paw, close your eyes for 10 seconds and then open them again.
1..2..3..4..5..6..7..8..9..10........
Open your eyes!
What do you see now?
LITTLE FREDDY:
Oh gosh...how bright that light is...I see...I see...something pink....
I can't quite make out what it is.....it looks like.....
PETER:
....yes....a bear!
It's my princess Rosie www.flickr.com/photos/40262251@N03/and I'd like to show her to you.
LITTLE FREDDY:
Wow....She is so pretty! Thank you so much for showing this to me Peter!
PETER:
No one must know about the dark room..only you LITTLE FREDDY
Promise me you won't tell anyone! It is and always will be our secret!
LITTLE FREDDY:
I promise!
A familiar sound in the dark room......
Bleep...bleeeeep
PETER:
Oh..no...Danbo!!!!!!
You're not allowed in here. Now it is no longer the secret of me and LITTLE FREDDY!
LITTLE FREDDY:
It's now the secret of Peter, me and Danbo!
Do you agree Peter?
PETER:
Ok then. But promise me it's a secret between the three of us.
DANBO:
Pppp...prrrrr....ommmmm....Bleep luv Bugart....bleep
PETER:
Put our right paws together please
I say...One for All and All for One
I haven't been able to take pictures of most of the things i painted this summer.
Slowly catching up.
My part of a wall with Axe, Scan, Zeck and Stare. Some touch ups on the "E" still to come, but whatevs.
connector on the way.
bleep!
sewk.burnemall.com
BOGART: "Hullo Daisy-Maud!"
DAISY-MAUD: "Hullo Bogart!"
BOGART: "Ooooh! That's a beautiful crochet poppy you are wearing! It is such a pretty red!"
DAISY-MAUD: "Yes Bogart. It matches your pretty red bow." *Tickles Bogart under the chin.*
BOGART: *Giggles.* "But I thought blue was your favourite colour, Daisy-Maud. You and Jago both love blue."
DAISY-MAUD: "I do, Bogart, but this is a special poppy which bears and their Mummies and Daddies only wear today, and it must be red."
BOGART: *Scratches head with paw.* "Why Daisy-Maude? It is so pretty. You should wear it any day you like, and I know I love red, but why must it be red?"
DAISY-MAUD: "Well, this poppy is a Remembrance Day poppy, Bogart."
BOGART: "Ooooohhh..." *Puts paw to mouth.* "Tell me more about it, please, Daisy-Maud."
DAISY-MAUD: "Well Bogart, today is Remembrance Day. The poppy became a symbol for Remembrance Day because it was a flower that bloomed across the battlefields of northern France and Belgium during World War I, despite the destruction. The vibrant red symbolized the blood of fallen soldiers, and the flower's resilience represented life and hope after the war, as captured in the poem 'In Flanders Fields', which is a very famous poem about the War. We will observe a minute of silence for those who have fought for us so that everybody and everybear can live in peace and freedom at eleven o'clock."
BOGART: "Ooooohhh! There is something similar today in America where I came from. It is called Veteran's Day."
DAISY-MAUD: "Yes. They are one and the same thing, Bogart. It is just a different name."
BOGART: "I know I don't have a red Remembrance poppy, but may I observe a minute of silence for those who have fought for us with you, Daisy-Maud?"
DAISY-MAUD: "Of course you can, dear Bogart! I'd like that very much! Ssshhh!" *Puts paw to mouth.* "It's eleven o'clock."
BOGART and DAISY MAUD: *Fall silent and reflect.*
On the first Armistice Day, on 11 November, 1919, the two minutes silence was instituted as part of the main commemorative ceremony at the new Cenotaph in London. The silence was proposed by an Australian journalist working in Fleet Street, Edward Honey. At about the same time a South African Statesman made a similar proposal to the British Cabinet, which endorsed it. King George V personally requested all the people of the British Empire to suspend normal activities for two minutes on the hour of the Armistice ‘which stayed the world wide carnage of the four preceding years and marked the victory of Right and Freedom’. The two minutes silence was popularly adopted and it became a central feature of the commemorations of Armistice Day from then on.
As we take a moment this Armistice Day to remember those who made the ultimate sacrifice for our peace, prosperity and stability, and those who fight today to protect us still, let us also hope that conflicts around the world will come to a swift conclusion, not least of all in Ukraine and in Gaza.
Lest we Forget.
Armistice Day or Remembrance Day is a memorial day observed in Commonwealth member states since the end of the First World War to honour armed forces members who have died in the line of duty. It falls on the 11th of November every year. Remembrance Day is marked at eleven o’clock (the time that the armistice was declared) with a minute’s silence to honour the fallen. Following a tradition inaugurated by King George V in 1919, the day is also marked by war remembrances in many non-Commonwealth countries.
Daisy Maud is Jago's little sister and was made by the same friend in England who made him. She is made of German mohair with floral fabric cotton paw pads that match her pretty sunhat, and glass eyes. A sweet and loving little girl bear, she is happy to be reunited with her big brother, Jago, and enjoys being spoiled by her new Daddy.
Bogart has travelled all the way from Georgia, via Alabama as a gift to me from a friend. He has lovely Southern manners and seems to be a fun and gentle soul with an inquisitive nature.
Shot @ Delicatessen maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Porto/52/224/21
Musical inspirations today is Sarah The !llstrumentalist youtu.be/jEuXh-057Qs?t=108
Rattlesnake Rock!!!
Somewhere near this rock a rattlesnake rattled at me. I did my best Roadrunner imitation and Bleep! Bleep! I was out of there. I took this image as I warily crept past it on my way to the truck. I did not see a rattlesnake but I didn't get very close and I had LOTS of better things to do. At least I only have a photo of a rock and not of a helicopter ride to the hospital.
I could write a trillion things here.
Inspirational, happy, wishing death on 2023, bleep blop bloop.
I won’t though.
Everybody experienced a different year, no two people had the same year, the same struggles, the same triumphs, the same losses.
I will say, thanks for sticking around.
Even when shit got rough.
You stuck around.
That means the world to someone.
Maybe not me, but to someone.
So here’s to 2024, I look forward to celebrating your successes, and listening when you need it.
I look forward to see what the year brings us, even if it’s shitty.
It shapes us.
Love harder. Be more present. Be patient. Be kind.
Most importantly, go to ChicChica and get the Holiday White Wine glass.
Ruby-crowned Kinglet male. I was so excited to see him I took a ton of shots and towards the end, I think I got the message! lol
Hehehehehehehe.... have a happy 4th, America!
He only had it on for about 5 minutes. I have him looking at the camera, happier too, but I thought this one was funny. Tank is six months old in this shot.
Pilot's Cottages.
One of the cottages is now a museum.
It shows what it would of looked like when the
Pilot's were in residence there.
The small Cannon outside was used to summon the Lifeboat crew [ way before mobile phones and bleepers ]
Unfortunately after Covid the Museum has never reopened.
Llanddwyn Island (Ynys Llanddwyn) is a magical place. Located at the far end of a pleasant beach near Newborough Warren, this narrow finger of land is an ideal picnic site during fine weather, but also an exhilarating place when the winter winds blow. Its rolling dunes, large rock outcrops and mixture of historic buildings makes it an ideal place for an afternoon of exploration.
Llanddwyn is not quite an island. It remains attached to the mainland at all but the highest tides. It provides excellent views of Snowdonia and the Lleyn Peninsula and is part of the Newborough Warren National Nature Reserve. You can find Llanddwyn Island with this map or see an aerial view on Google Maps.
St. Dwynwen
Nothing wins hearts like cheerfulness - St. Dwynwen
The name Llanddwyn means "The church of St. Dwynwen". She is the Welsh patron saint of lovers, making her the Welsh equivalent of St. Valentine. Her feast day, 25 January, is often celebrated by the Welsh with cards and flowers, just as is 14 February for St. Valentine.
Ruins of Llanddwyn Chapel
Ruins of Llanddwyn Chapel
Dwynwen lived during the 5th century AD and was one of 24 daughters of St. Brychan, a Welsh prince of Brycheiniog (Brecon). She fell in love with a young man named Maelon, but rejected his advances. This, depending on which story you read, was either because she wished to remain chaste and become a nun or because her father wished her to marry another. She prayed to be released from the unhappy love and dreamed that she was given a potion to do this. However, the potion turned Maelon to ice. She then prayed that she be granted three wishes: 1) that Maelon be revived, 2) that all true lovers find happiness, and 3) that she should never again wish to be married. She then retreated to the solitude of Llanddwyn Island to follow the life of a hermit.
Dwynwen became known as the patron saint of lovers and pilgrimages were made to her holy well on the island. It was said that the faithfulness of a lover could be divined through the movements of some eels that lived in the well. This was done by the woman first scattering breadcrumbs on the surface, then laying her handkerchief on the surface. If the eel disturbed it then her lover would be faithful.
Visitors would leave offerings at her shrine, and so popular was this place of pilgrimage that it became the richest in the area during Tudor times. This funded a substantial chapel that was built in the 16th century on the site of Dwynwen's original chapel. The ruins of this can still be seen today.
Maritime History
Llanddwyn Island is situated near the southern entrance to the Menai Strait. As a result it became important as shipping of slate from the ports of Bangor, Caernarfon and Felinhelli increased. A beacon, called Tŵr Bach, was built at the tip of the island to provide guidance to ships heading for the Strait. Another more effective lighthouse, Tŵr Mawr, which was modelled on the windmills of Anglesey, was built nearby in 1845. The older lighthouse has now returned to service after a modern light was placed on top.
During this time cottages were built near the towers to house pilots who guided ships into the Strait. Two of these cottages have been restored, with one housing an exhibition about the local wildlife. From 1840 a lifeboat was also stationed there. It was manned by the pilots as well as volunteers from Newborough; the cannon that was used to summon the lifeboat crew can still be seen near the cottages. During its time up to the closure in 1903 the lifeboat from here saved 101 lives in 35 separate incidents.
Natural History
Llanddwyn Island is part of the Newborough Warren National Nature Reserve. The dunes, mudflats and saltmarshes of the reserve support a wide range of plants and invertebrates. The flowers found on the Island include herb-robert (Geranium robertianum), bird's-foot trefoil (Lotus corniculatus), thrift (Armeria maritima), bluebells (Hyacinthoides non-scripta) and yellow horned poppies (Glaucium flavum).
The cliffs around the island support a wide variety of nesting seabirds, including cormorants, shags and oystercatchers. Ynys yr Adar (Bird Rock), a small islet off the tip of Llanddwyn, throngs during the spring with one percent of the total British breeding population of cormorants. Waders such as turnstones and sandpipers are found along the coast and terns can be seen fishing in the bay. The mammal population is supplemented by a flock of the unusual Soay sheep that graze near the chapel.
As you approach the island you pass between several large rocks in the sand. These are pillow lavas, part of the Precambrian Gwna Group. These mounds of rock were formed by undersea volcanic eruptions; as the hot molten rock met the cold seawater a ballon-like skin was formed, which then filled with more lava, forming the characteristic pillow shape. These extend down much of the length of Llanddwyn Island, giving it its interesting rolling topography, and are also found in many other places around Anglesey.
Danbo's good friend Bogart from Australia taught Danbo how to make coffee.
The coffee is ground in the coffee machine, then press a button... and then the coffee comes out of the two pipes into the cup.
DANBO:
Bleep...bleep..cuffffeee Bugart.
Bleep...Blub
ME:
Stop my dearest Danbo!
The cup is too full.... the coffee goes over the edge of the cup
Oh no....it's not a cup but Peter and Oleg's piss pot!
And I haven't emptied it yet.
DANBO:
Bleep...Luv...Bogart...cluffee
ME:
Come on my dear... I'll help you.
I make the coffee, fill the cups and you drink it together with Bogart. I'll add a cake for Bogart and a fresh screw with a drip of oil for you!
DANBO:
Bleep...Bleep
Gary and I ventured out in our truck camper in September to California's North Coast Redwoods. It is calming to walk among these giants who have stood together these last thousands of years. Our troubles today are nothing to them — a bleep in time. You can read more about our road trip in our cocoon in my blog. charlottegibbblog.com/road-trip-a-photographic-journey-th...
bleep bloop
bloop bleep
professional robot speaker?
i think so
;D
i have nothing to say
it's tuesday...
thats nice huh?
at least its not wednesday
cuz thats a hump day
robin thanksss for ur testimonialll <33333
ok well yea
bye now
:D
u could ask me stuff about stuff....and stuff
Power restored!
After 22 hours without electricity the lights came back on at 03:08.
I don't know what woke me but at about 05:00 yesterday morning I was awake and in total darkness - unusual as the alarm cock and various devices charging normally emit a a gentle red glow. So after a few minutes of internal debate (go back to sleep / see what’s wrong) I found the torch (flash light) amongst the rest of the "junk" on the bed side table and started staggering around the house.
No power anywhere, no "trips" (breakers blown) - nothing to reset. On venturing outside a solitary street light could be seen glimmering forlornly in the distance.
Time to call the "national power" people --- no electricity; no phones. Fortunately the mobile phone still had charge.
"No sir we have no reports of a fault in your area"! Well you have now!
"We will send an engineer". after about an hour the power came back on for a few minutes then went off then on then off then on then off and stayed off.
To be honest the power people "Western Power Distribution" were good with their communication
- a text message saying more engineers coming, a little later a man knocked on the door and said they were investigating and should have the power back within an hour.
An hour later another knock on the door and a text message -it will now be 3 hours as there is an underground cable fault.
So I went out for an hour and stopped off for coffee. - On my return I asked the power guys (now several of them standing round looking worried) is the power back on?
"yes but you missed it by going out - we are turning it off again as we have to dig up the street to get at the fault - it will take about 4 hours".
(confirmed a few minutes later by text).
4 hours later a text message "it will be another 2 hours".
2 hours later a knock on the door and a nice guy in a high vis vest informs me that its caused by a burst water main and the water company will be another 3 hours before they can get here - the electricity guys can't fix the fault as their hole keeps filling up with water and their pumps can't cope with the flow. (confirmed by text message a few minutes later).
Further text messages, further delays - eventually I went to bed when it got dark.
03:08 this morning the lights all popped back on, chargers bleeped as did the high temperature alarms on the freezer.
So after checking round and resetting the breaker on the down stairs ring main twice (odd) everything was back to normal and I went back to bed for a few hours.
Makes you realise how heavily we rely on electricity.
i has the hardest time deciding what to do with this picture
bleh
blah
bleep
i went shopping today
too many people in the mall
i wanted to push everyone over
:3
how do you make a like page on fb???
NS 370 with NS 4004 leading meets 231(?) at Bridge. They were taking their sweet-bleeping time getting this far, so I almost missed my chance at getting a decently lit shot here, but my patience ended up being rewarded. 4-25-20
The Great Scoutlova and his Troupe of Ballerina Bears perform at the theatre. Tickets are virtually sold out and the auditorium is slowly but surely filling up.
Before performing, they first show themselves to the audience.
The curtain slowly opens
PETER: (stands up and yells)
Rosie..Rosie..Rosie..Rosie! You're the prettiest one on stage
Heeeee ...there's Scoutlova!!!! I'm here!!!! What a beautiful tutu!!!
And there....look...behind Cornelia is Paddy
OLEG:
Sit down Peter and behave yourself.
I can see them. You're making them nervous with all your yelling.
MOESJE: (sitting next to Benny)
Look Benny...over there on the right...that's my friend Cornelia!
BENNY:
You have to look to the left Moesje, because that's where Daisy-Maude is.
That's such a beautiful lady.
PEDLAR:
Wow.....look Little Freddy...there...behind Bogart...there's your Uncle Freddy!
LITTLE FREDDY:
I am so proud of my uncle Freddy dear Pedlar
DANBO:
Luv ...Bugart...luv...bleep...bleep
ROMEO: (jumps up and down)
Da..Da..Dad....Daddy....
MAILEG BIG SISTER:
You must behave nicely and be quiet dear twins otherwise we will go home and you will not be allowed to see the show.
Everyone waits patiently for the performance to start
Thank you so much for using your photo dear Jesse www.flickr.com/photos/40262251@N03/
Clownin' around at the factory.
Smak to the right.
Unfortunately, picture doesn't do the fluo colors justice.
Bleep!
Day 2 of life as a miniature van driver.
I feel like I need a business logo on the side of this thing.
Or a Sunday paper route.
Wishing a happy heart for you all......
......after you shovel all this bleeping snow! I can't see out because high wind are slamming snow against the windows.
Danbo is friends with Bogart, a bear from Australia.
Cuddly bear, Peter's teddy bear, looks a lot like Bogart.
DANBO:
Bugart... Bugart...bleep!
PETER:
Nooooo.... Danbo! That's not Bogart
That's my Cuddly bear!
DANBO:
Luv Bugart...cludd..ly...bleep...blear.
PETER:
Ok then .... You can hold it for a while, but you have to give it back to me ... and you can't kiss it.
DANBO:
Bleep...kiss...Bugart...luv Bugart (kissing bear)
PETER:
Yikes....no kissing!!!!!
Now Cuddly bear smells like sewing machine oil!
DANBO:
Bleep...Luv Puter...Luv Bugart!
surely the world's oldest electronic record?
the music is a mix of classical piano, sometimes recorded in reverse and bleeps and tape echo... years ahead of the times.
excellent.
sounds similar to #58 on this page: translate.google.com/translate?hl=en&sl=de&u=http...
the man on the right is: www.bach-cantatas.com/Lib/Badings-Henk.htm
The earliest pieces of electronic music used recorded sounds that were then electronically altered to create sonic collages. This style, called musique concrete, was developed in Paris in 1948 by Pierre Schaeffer. The invention of the tape recorder in the late 1940s gave composers new means for modifying recorded sounds, including splicing (cutting the tape to create new juxtapositions of sound), speed variation (which changes the pitch of the recorded sound), and mixing (which allowed two or more different recordings to be played back at the same time).
Greetings what’s left of the World! This is still Chad Becker and the D.A.N. Team———-still just online, and we are still on your side -your far right side that is, podcasting from H6.
Since D.A.N. Is too cheap to spring for airfare, and my funds have mysteriously vaporized, Steve and I were going to go all “Holiday Road”, jump in the van, and start driving west.
Thankfully we pulled off for some Wendy’s at the last exit though, as it seems that the entire state of H5 is currently on fire! The beautiful blonde at this Wendy’s drive-thru has just informed me that General Tayaya Decided to go Daenerys Targaryen last week, and culled an entire state of her loyal populus. Miss, do you have an—Steve! What the -BLEEP- did you do?! Are we sinking?? Wait do u smell gaaa... Holy Shi.... Iis thaat aaa beear...? —Fzzt pop—
—a few minutes? of dead air later—
—eve!! STEVE, WAKE UP!! I need you to work the camera! Okay, settle. settle.
-Ahem- Ladies and Gentlemen. It seems our little pitstop at the drive-thru has taken a turn for the surreal. I’m a little fuzzy on the last 15 minutes and as to how we got here, but we are now streaming live from an incredibly advanced weapons research facility located somewhere on H... uh H6 I think.
I am told we are at “Abnormal Genee-“
—snickering noises—
Uuum. Okay. At the heart of “Abnormal Genetics Laboratories”
—scientists bust out laughing—
Wai—What? Hang on. Norma Jeane, yeah yeah. Now I get it. —BLEEP—ing scientist humor... Bit of a stretch there guys.
I’m here at “Abnormal Genetics Laboratories” speaking with Director Loki in front of viewing window overlooking a colossal vat of redundancy on a continent infamous for its equally colossal pest problem.
Director, you say you’ve collected several of the foremost minds in the field of mad science from around the hypersphere. Please tell us a little about the team you gave assembled, and what you hope to accomplish here today.
Certainly, Chad. I love your podcast. First from the Rainbow Road 150cc Star Cup Circuit we have Dr. Bowzer- an expert in Kaiju Linguistics. Next from the Isla de Sorna, we have Dr. Wu- our chief geneticist. Third we have our specialist in biological mutations- Krang, from Dimension X. And finally, we have B11!!! herself- Doktor!!! Foxy Cleopatra!!!- Formerly of Destiny’s Child.
And what could you possibly hope to accomplish with this team, Director?
What we have already accomplished Chad!
It is already finished!! MUAH HAHAH HAAAA HAAA!!!
But Director! Doesn’t this country already have an unlimi—
MUAHH HAAAA HAAAA HAAA HA HA!!!
Well there you have it folks! Once again, This has been Chad Becker still barely hanging off the edge of the map. So go ahead and grab your torches and pitchforks ladies and gentlemen, because here, they be making monsters. Becker out. —- fzt. Pop—
I don’t get it, Steve. Whole —BLEEP—ing continent is infested with flying lizzards, and these —BLEEP—ing “Geniuses” are making more???!! I mean what the literal fu- Does anyone else smell smoke??
Chad! Your mic is still hot!
Son of a—fzzt..Blip—
I finally received my custom configured handheld synthesizer.
my own thingamagoop made by hand at Bleep Labs.
Future fun is now assured.
Make your own or order one from
At least im not the only one that gets up early! in the middle distance a man with a metal detector scans the ground, you could hear the bleeping of the detector from where I was it was that quite and peaceful this morning.
Just make out the village of Alstonefield on the right hand side and behind that in the far distance the flat top hill of Thorpe Cloud.
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Seriously, what the *bleep* happened to fall. We got another two and a half inches of snow yesterday and the temperature this morning is 8F (-11C)!! We're supposed to be in the deep freeze for two-three days; it's going to be a very long winter I'm afraid!
The squirrels don't seem to mind the snow as long as there are sunflower seeds in the bird feeder!
I have been pretty busy lately working on a number of side projects, almost all of which relate to photography, so I have been a bit absent of late. But I am excited to say that because of that work I have quit a bit of news to share, though I am not going to get to all of it tonight.
For this evening's post, the biggest item I wanted to talk about is my website. I have my own corner of the web now. It is a project I have been meaning to get wrapped up for some time, but as I possess little to no web developing skills, or much of a budget to pay for them, it has taken me until now to actually realize that little dream (many thanks to Ben and Stacey, but more on them in a bit).
The main reason I have wanted to get my own website is mainly to serve as an on-line portfolio. Flickr is a great site, but my Flickr stream now has over 800 photos, a laughably small amount compared to some streams, but still way too many for a portfolio.
For the past couple of years I have been sending people to my Flickr stream if they wanted to see my work, but with the realization that they would have to sift through it all. The idea of a portfolio is a very important one. It is, you ought to be able to communicate a sense of your body of work with a concise set of 8-16 photos or so, give or take a couple. I think it is an art that is quickly becoming forgotten, especially in this era of 4gb memory cards that allow the shooting of thousands of images in a single day. I know a number of photographers that are lost when forced to edit their bodies of work down to such a small number of images. I, myself, find the task challenging, but in a good way.
I know the temptation is to show a lot of your work, the fear that you will edit out some important shot that would have sealed the deal. But at the same time, many photographers fail to realize that most of us have fairly short attention spans. We are going to spend a couple of minutes max looking at images before we move on. If you have not sold me in the first dozen images, I probably am not going to keep sifting through the next dozen, or the third after that hoping for some hidden gem. At least this is my mentality when looking at portfolios. The portfolio is meant to serve as an introduction, and more importantly, to catch interest and attention right away. It is your best work and only your best work.
And this is how I wanted my site. I purposely wanted to design one around the ideas of clean, simple and elegant. No animations, no (shudder) music, nothing blinking or bleeping, nothing overly fancy, something that was all about the photography...almost. In other words, I wanted the site to embody those qualities of a physical portfolio. I would not have my portfolio play music when a reviewer opened it up, nor would there be some animated screen embedded in the cover, and so on.
I am not saying websites that incorporate these features are bad, it all depends on how they are used. I have seen several websites that use many of those features quite well, I have also seen some very awful examples. But I believe in this case, for me at least, less is more.
The other purpose of my website was to incorporate a blog feature. I wanted it to have its own soapbox that I could occasionally climb up on. I do plenty of that here on Flickr, but they are much more informal and spontaneous, not to mention they tend to get lost in the shuffle, even by me. I think I have a lot to offer, not just in what I see and shoot, but what I think, feel, believe and say, and it was important for me to have a vehicle with which I could share that.
I really should wrap up this bit about the website and move on to news item #2. But before I do that, I have to say a big thanks to ben_hengst and kirainpdx. They were the movers and the shakers (though not necessarily in that order) in making my site happen. If you see something about my site that you like, you should let them know. So thank you Ben and Stacey.
Now on to related news. For the past year or so I have been represented by the Bartram Gallery in La Jolla. They have been a pleasure to work with, and I have been quite impressed with their philosophy regarding not just how they run their gallery, but about photography in general.
They are pretty forward thinking folk, and in the last couple of months have really pressed forward at strengthening their web presence. A part of this direction for them has been the start of an on-line blog which they have asked me to be at the helm of. Oh dear... No really, it is going to be a fair amount of work, writing for both their blog and maintaining my own (I will probably share a lot of material actually), but it is a responsibility I am looking forward to. It really means a lot to me to be able to share so many of my thoughts with a wider audience, and even more so, so far at least, to have them respond favorably.
Phew. Ok I think that is good for tonight. I need to save my strength, still fighting a bit of a cold. So I will save the rest of my news for tomorrow night, or the night after, or the night after that. ;-)
And now for those patient enough to read this far down, or yes for those too impatient and just scrolled to the bottom...
My website here: www.zebandrews.com
The on-line blog at Bartram Gallery I will be helping to manage:
PADDY: “Daddy? Where are you taking Scout, Bogart, Rosie, Emmett and I?”
DADDY: “It’s a surprise for you all!”
SCOUT: “Oh I hope it is exciting!”
BOGART: “And adventurous!”
ROSIE: “And for tenacious bears!”
EMMETT: “And fun! Don’t forget fun, everybear!”
PADDY, SCOUT, BOGART and ROSIE: “And fun!”
DADDY: “I promise it will be all of these things, everybear!” *Walks, then stops and puts Paddy, Scout, Bogart, Rosie and Emmett on the ground.* “Surprise!”
EMMETT: “Where are we?”
BOGART: “It’s a fun fair!” *Claps paws with delight.*
PADDY: “With a Ferris wheel!” *Puts paw to mouth.*
SCOUT: “Which is just bear size!” *Claps paws with delight.*
PADDY: “Oh Daddy! How wonderful!”
DADDY: “Well, since Emmett is new to Melbourne, I wanted to show him some of the sights, and I thought you would all enjoy riding to the Ferris wheel.”
PADDY, SCOUT, BOGART, ROSIE and EMMETT: “Oh thank you, Daddy!”
DADDY: “You’re all very welcome!”
SCOUT: “Oh! Rosie and Bogart! We can ride the Ferris wheel to the top! It’s very high! Perfect for tenacious bears like us!”
ROSIE: “It’s sooooo high, Scout! I’m excited!” *Trembles.*
SCOUT: “I bet it is so high that we can look from the top and see mijn beste vriend Peter, who is also your prince Peter, Rosie!”
ROSIE: “Do you mean we can see all the day to Denmark, where he is having a holiday with Mummy Marian?”
SCOUT: “I bet we can! And we can wave to him!”
ROSIE: “And I can blow him 10,000 soft snuffly kisses!”
SCOUT: “I don’t know if the carriage of the Ferris wheel will stay up long enough for you to do that, Rosie.”
ROSIE: “Then we will just go around again, and again, and again until I have, Scout!”
SCOUT: “That’s a good idea, Rosie!”
BOGART: “Oh! If you can see all the way to Denmark, maybe I can see as far as the Netherlands, and I will be able to see my best friends Fuzzy and Danbo! Bleep! Love Danbo!” *Gasps.* “Maybe I can even see as far as Alabama and see Mama Kim and all the Riversong Bear Clan!”
EMMETT: “Do you think if Scout and Rosie see Peter, and Bogart sees Fuzzy, Dano, Mama Kim and the Riversong Bear Clan, that I might see Funky, Paddy?”
PADDY: *Rests a paw on Emmet’s shoulder.* “Well, it is very, very tall, Emmett. There is only one way to find out! Let’s try. You can wave to your best friend Funky in the Netherlands and I will wave to mijn beste vriend Oleg, who is holidaying with Peter and Mummy Marian in the Netherlands too!”
EMMETT: “If we can see that far, I wonder what else we will see?”
PADDY: “Who knows, Emmett, but whatever we see, I know it will be wonderful, and you will enjoy it!” *Nods enthusiastically.*
EMMETT: “Will you hold my paw, Paddy?”
PADDY: “Of course I will, Emmett!” *Holds out paw, which Emmett grasps.*
DADDY: “Wait everybear! Before you ride the ferris wheel, I would like to take your photograph, please.”
PADDY, SCOUT, BOGART, ROSIE and EMMETT: “Alright Daddy!”
DADDY: “Now, gather round everybear! Just stand at the base of the Ferris wheel.”
PADDY, SCOUT, BOGART, ROSIE and EMMETT: *Gather closely together.*
SCOUT: “You should be at the front, Rosie! I’ll stand next to you!”
ROSIE: “Oh good idea, Scout! I will sit here!”
PADDY: “Come stand next to me, Emmett.”
EMMETT: “Thank you, Paddy.”
BOGART: “I feel tall standing on this red step! I can see over your head, Scout!” *Giggles.*
SCOUT: *Turns around and giggles too.*
DADDY: “Right, look this way everybear. When I count to three, everybear say ‘grumbly tummies’. Alright?”
PADDY, SCOUT, BOGART, ROSIE and EMMETT: “Yes Daddy!”
DADDY: “Alright! One… two… three!”
PADDY, SCOUT, BOGART, ROSIE and EMMETT: “Grumbly tummies!”
*Camera goes click and whirr as Daddy takes the photograph.*
It was a fine, but cold, day a few weeks ago, so I decided to take advantage of the nicer weather and take some of my bear clan to a wonderful miniature golf range, which has popped up along the Yarra River in Docklands. The little course, installed beneath a life size Ferris wheel along the corniche, features a range of animals, a Melbourne skyline and even a working bear size Ferris wheel! It was too wonderful an opportunity to refuse, and I’m so pleased to have given them all the opportunity to have some fun and play. I think the young builders on a nearby site were both amused and perplexed as they watched the bears and I playing together. Perhaps they have never seen such well behaved and tenacious bears before.
My Paddington Bear came to live with me in London when I was two years old (many, many years ago). He was hand made by my Great Aunt and he has a chocolate coloured felt hat, the brim of which had to be pinned up by a safety pin to stop it getting in his eyes. The collar of his mackintosh is made of the same felt. He wears wellington boots made from the same red leather used to make the toggles on his mackintosh.
He has travelled with me across the world and he and I have had many adventures together over the years. He is a very precious member of my small family.
Scout was a gift to Paddy from my friend. He is a Fair Trade Bear hand knitted in Africa. His name comes from the shop my friend found him in: Scout House. He tells me that life was very different where he came from, and Paddy is helping introduce him to many new experiences. Scout catches on quickly, and has proven to be a cheeky, but very lovable member of our closely knit family.
Rosie is Scout's cousin, because like Scout, she is a free trade knitted bear from Africa. She was made in Kenya by one of the Kenana Knitters, Martha Wanjira. She is made from home spun and dyed wool. She was a gift to me from two very dear friends, including the one who gave Scout to Paddy.
Bogart has travelled all the way from Georgia, via Alabama as a gift to me from a friend. He has lovely Southern manners and seems to be a fun and gentle soul with an inquisitive nature.
Made by Merrythought in England, Emmett is a charming little bear, sweet and smiling, crafted from multi-tonal marl grey mohair and featuring golden velvet paws. He is accessorised with a classic tartan woollen scarf. He is number 23 or a limited worldwide edition of 200.
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