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The distinguished Grand-daddy of Blues Punk Nihilism comes out of retirement for one more Twang!
So rare it doesn't even exist; We're Here & sometimes we wish we were Stars...
Tripod-mounted & triggered by the Lad using only natural Pembrokeshire light. Crop & some tinkering in Photoshop.
Daddy is 88 years old today. This was taken on the Powell River close to where he was living at the time.
The hardest part of raising a child is teaching them to ride bicycles. A shaky child on a bicycle for the first time needs both support and freedom. The realization that this is what the child will always need can hit hard. ~Sloan Wilson
There are times in our lives when we just need someone to hold our hands. Times when we need someone to give us comfort and reassurance. No matter how spiritual that we think we are, we all have those down times. Times when the sadness almost overwhelms us.
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Model: my little cousin & her daddy
Daddy checks out the mealworm feeder, yet I haven't fed them since late summer when they had young. This morning all he got was a drink of rainwater.
Our beautiful world, pass it on.
Time studies show that men tend to spend more time with their sons growing up than they do with their daughters. The trend is for fathers to back away from their daughters during the pre-adolescent and adolescent time period, but the need for attention and affection during that time period is even more important. “When a father abandons a relationship with his daughter she can become frozen in time relationally with the opposite sex,” said Dr. Canfield. “A 50 year-old woman may look like an adult on the outside, but on the inside she is still working on issues that should have been attended to by a healthy, engaged father.” According to the research, girls who don’t have a healthy relationship with their father will look for other ways to contribute to their development when it comes to relating to men...
...taken at Tate Modern...
London, United Kingdom...
Daddy II, my backyard bluebird, on the mealworm feeder. I don't feed the bluebirds enough worms to make them dependent on me, but a few every day in winter bonds them to the nest site. Over 60 new bluebirds have been fledged from my backyard box.
Our beautiful world, pass it on.
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Once Bethany is awake there really is no stopping her or keeping her still (you should see all the blurry photos I have lol) but on this occasion she was still very sleepy and I had an unexpected cuddle and snooze with my little angel :)
Taken on iPhone and lightly edited using snapseed
the pimp chronicles
Pub: XIII
8/7/10
DISCLAIMER: In this writing I talk mostly about how much I love Chloe. If that bores you, (aka. you have a penis?), feel free to talk about these killer tones!
I thought I made it crystal clear to Chloé that I loved her. She wouldn’t actually ever doubt something so fundamental to our relationship, would she?
After all, I do tell Chloé that I love her many times every single day. It’s that kind of love that doesn’t go away and so bona fide in how feels to me that it would be a dirty stinkin’ crime not to let fuckin’ the kid know, right? If I can tell all you assholes how I feel about her, you better snap yourself into a slim jim that I tell her too. I'd be a real fuckup to keep this all a secret.
Well, Chloé recently had an public temper tantrum a month or two ago. After Little Miss Diablo’s cries became whimpers and my yelling subsided, Daddy Dearest sat down next to her bed to talk. I immediately got this question:
“Daddy, do you still love me even though I was bad?”
My jaw almost dropped. This is the first time as I can recall hat she seriously questioned that.
Well of course I made it very known to her that our love never goes away, no. matter. what.
And I will NEVER forget that look on her face after I immediately squashed the tiny bit of doubt that slipped into her tiny mind. Never forget. As soon as the first word of reassurance came out of my mouth, the corners of her mouth went right to the most innocent and happy smile she ever sported. You could just feel the relief as she wiped her eyes that were still wet from crying. Then she moved over to me and hugged me real tight and said something just like this:
“Oh Daddy! Our love never goes away, EVER EVER! Right Daddy?”
But this time when she asked “Right Daddy?”, it was rhetorical, as it always is when she asks that.
You know when thinking about this experience now, I can’t help but think of it as my daughter’s heart somehow fell on the floor. How does a heart leave the body and fall on the floor without a visable open wound you ask? The fuck if I know.
But I seized this moment motherfucker. With her heart so fragile and open as to be just laying on the carpet among her toys, I was given the opportunity to crush it or even kick it if I wanted to prove the point of how mad I was. Or even accidentally step on it? Any wrong move and I would have caused irreplaceable damage to her entire being forever!
Good thing I'm not a fucking dumbshit. I VERY carefully picked it up and placed it back in her chest. I sew up her heart so super tight that there's no way it could fall out again. I locked that heart inside her the way only a strong Daddy can do it. I performed successful open heart surgery on my kid right on the spot.
Are there conditions for the love of your children? If your kid let’s say turned out to be gay when they grew up, would you be okay with such a notion? Or a drug addict? Or in fact just thinks your precious Jesus is a fictional piece of shit so they decided to worship Satan instead.
Could these scenarios or any situation occur that would cause you to turn your back on your children? Is your love truly unconditional? And if not, how do feel about that?
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My newest backyard bluebird Daddy III. This mature Eastern Bluebird appeared just a day after the death of my long-time avian friend Daddy II. In just a couple of days this bird has completely adopted three chicks in the box. Actively feeding and defending them. He and Mama III are inseparable. Our hero!
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Our beautiful world, pass it on.
An extreme close up of a daddy long-legs spider I found hanging out on the wall outside my front door. Taken with the new macro set up I'm using Tamron AF 1.4x tele-converter, two of the Canon EF 25II extension tubes, and a Canon EF50mm f/2.5 Compact Macro.
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I believe my male Eastern Bluebird of two seasons has returned with a new mate. He was gone for a couple of months after a neighbor's cat caught Mama. He landed on an ash tray that I used to feed them mealworms, I don't believe any other bluebird would associate that with food. There were three male bluebirds and a female with this bird in the back yard. I went out on the patio to shoot some pics and three of the males flew away. This one stayed and didn't fly after I talked to him like I used to when I placed worms in the feeder. He was obviously showing the nestbox to the female. Both went inside. It looks like Daddy has returned.
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A "daddy long legs" spider, seen in the bathroom where they like to hang out. The white eyes are probably an artefact from the use of on-camera flash.
Daddy has a big, fat, juicy mealworm for breakfast.
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Our beautiful world, pass it on.
We found this photo when going through Mom and Daddy's things. I had never seen it before. It was taken not long before they got married. Check out Daddy's wild socks! :-)
Notice they both have farmer's tans. They were both farmers. Mom worked in the fields right alongside Daddy. Not long before he passed away, Daddy told me he never once asked Mom to help him with the crops. He didn't have to.
Daddy III on the mealworm feeder. He and Mama have six little blue eggs in the box. Their second clutch of the year.
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Those who trust us educate us.
(T.S. Eliot)
This one is specially to my dear father :)
Thanks for trust me!
Kisses from your rough diamond,
Ana
Listening to The Cranberries.