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I gave myself a little project the last time out. I wanted to capture a bird surrounded by the amazing early spring blooms. My idea was for a bird perched on a branch with flowers all around it. The birds apparently did not get the memo, because they refused to land anywhere near a flowering tree. This bluebird at least had the decency to land on a branch with the flowers well behind it, making for a colorful backdrop. Not what I was hoping for, but those are the breaks of nature photography.
Worth a heavily modified lunch break! Chiltern liviered 68010 is seen at Stenson Bubble on Tuesday 3rd of March 2015 with the regular 68-hauled 6U77 13:42 Mountsorrel to Crewe Basford Hall big boxes. In addition to this being a regular 68 it's also displaying its other regular characteristic, running late! It came under the bridge in full dull but had the decency to stand here for long enough for the sun to come out. Thanks Drive/Signaller!
I fear that my country is being ripped apart and fading away. It's time for young people to step up and bring back kindness and common decency.
* No soy tan vanidoso como para pensar que mi trabajo merece el esfuerzo de ser robado, pero aún y así:
1- Yo decido subir mis trabajos a esta calidad.
2- Espero que si alguien decide por un casual, utilizar mis trabajos con el fin que sea, al menos tenga la decencia de hacérmelo saber. (Al menos para que pueda echar un vistazo)
3- Si alguien quisiera utilizar una imagen de mayor calidad, no tiene mas que ponerse en contacto conmigo y decírmelo. Sólo pido una cosa, que se me acredite de alguna manera.
4- Yo decido utilizar el flickr para compartir, compartir y disfrutar del trabajo de otra gente. Compartir como medio de luchar contra el consumismo exacerbado y el celo a la propiedad de cada uno.
5- Yo decido respetar tus condiciones, decide tú respetar las mias.
6- Gracias por tomarte un tiempo en pasarte por mi galería.
7- No me invites a grupos, no estoy interesado en ellos, muchas gracias.
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* I am not so vain as to think that my work is worth the effort of being stolen, but even so:
1 - I decided to upload my work to this quality.
2 - I hope that if someone decides to use my work, at least have the decency to let me know. (At least so I can take a look)
3 - If someone want to use a higher quality picture, just contact and tell me. I only ask one thing, credit me somehow.
4 - I decide to use flickr for sharing, sharing and enjoying the work of other people. To share as a means to fight consumerism.
5 - I decided to respect your position, I hope you decide to respect mine.
6 - Thank you for taking time to drop by my gallery.
7 - Do not invite me to groups, I am not interested in them, thank you very much.
Birds need to learn some decency. A pair of shorts and a shirt now and again can't hurt, you know.
Credit goes to Travis Williams for capturing this ever-nude bird in flight.
"Ostrea
Guided by a spiraling growth line,
they float along the bottom:
divers searching for their aphrodisiac,
the high zinc content is to blame.
The days of the flat oyster are over.
Japanese oysters devour drowned villages
in endless patience, a perpetual feast
of salty embrace. But between the soft
body and its culture of hanging out, the
steel snail of decency squeezes itself: every oyster is
obliged to yearn for lemon".
Just something quick I whipped together this morning. It was for my LUGs monthly MOC contest, the theme was "Over the rainbow", and, well this has got a lot of the news cycle this week, so..
I should also say, I don't think this is a place for politics; It's just I believe strongly in decency. And I believe that standing up to bigotry is the responsibility of every decent human being.
So yeah, something quick I knocked together in 15 minutes to help celebrate love.
💋 Anushka by [Oh!] Fashion – A Silken Whisper of Sin 💋
Darling, let’s not pretend… the moment I slipped into Anushka, the room surrendered. This isn’t just lingerie—it’s a siren’s whisper, a lust-laced promise wrapped in silk or lace. Designed to trace every contour of your body, this piece doesn't just sit on your skin—it clings, it teases, it claims.
The silhouette? Sculpted to seduce. Thin spaghetti straps caress the shoulders while the plunging neckline beckons—softly dangerous, delightfully bold. The curve-hugging bodice flows into a scandalously short hem, where your choice of sheer lace or gleaming silk dances at the edge of decency. And when I move? The soft PBR shimmer trails me like stardust in moonlight.
Let’s talk details, sugar:
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🌙 Mesh Body Compatibility:
– Petitex
– LaraX
– Legacy
– Perky
– eBODY Reborn
– Waifu
– Belleza Freya / Bombshell
Every curve is honored. Every body becomes the fantasy.
Historical Influences? Anushka channels the boudoir rebellion of the 1920s flappers—liberated, luscious, and unapologetically sensual. It’s also a nod to the iconic femme fatales of Old Hollywood: think Lana Turner or Brigitte Bardot—slinking through silk-clad nights with lipstick-stained secrets.
Now, if you're ready to intoxicate and illuminate every shadow you walk through, there’s only one thing left to do...
👠💌 **Slip into Anushka at the [Oh!] Mainstore**:
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Remember, I don't wear lingerie. I become it. ✨
El corazón de la tormenta
* No soy tan vanidoso como para pensar que mi trabajo merece el esfuerzo de ser robado, pero aún y así:
1- Yo decido subir mis trabajos a esta calidad.
2- Espero que si alguien decide por un casual, utilizar mis trabajos con el fin que sea, al menos tenga la decencia de hacérmelo saber. (Al menos para que pueda echar un vistazo)
3- Si alguien quisiera utilizar una imagen de mayor calidad, no tiene mas que ponerse en contacto conmigo y decírmelo. Sólo pido una cosa, que se me acredite de alguna manera.
4- Yo decido utilizar el flickr para compartir, compartir y disfrutar del trabajo de otra gente. Compartir como medio de luchar contra el consumismo exacerbado y el celo a la propiedad de cada uno.
5- Yo decido respetar tus condiciones, decide tú respetar las mias.
6- Gracias por tomarte un tiempo en pasarte por mi galería.
7- No me invites a grupos, no estoy interesado en ellos, muchas gracias.
____________________________________________ ______________
* I am not so vain as to think that my work is worth the effort of being stolen, but even so:
1 - I decided to upload my work to this quality.
2 - I hope that if someone decides to use my work, at least have the decency to let me know. (At least so I can take a look)
3 - If someone want to use a higher quality picture, just contact and tell me. I only ask one thing, credit me somehow.
4 - I decide to use flickr for sharing, sharing and enjoying the work of other people. To share as a means to fight consumerism.
5 - I decided to respect your position, I hope you decide to respect mine.
6 - Thank you for taking time to drop by my gallery.
7 - Do not invite me to groups, I am not interested in them, thank you very much.
Those of us who were out on Pan Am yesterday had a choice - either summer midday high sun, or a cloud-fucking. As you can see, I got the latter at Middlesex Street in Lowell. Just a few blocks away, a few other guys got the former at Lowell Tower. The train would continue on to New Hampshire, where it would tie down overnight on the Portsmouth Branch, resuming its homeward journey today.
At least they had the decency to run it on my day off work.
*****These charts are not to be used or reposted elsewhere without permission and reference back to the source. I am so beyond tired of seeing my stuff ending up in random places and people not having the decency to simply ask before taking something. Please do not repost these on your blogs, twitter, tumblr, instagram, facebook orca pages, etc...****
I also have some Behavior charts that i made for another friend, and i might put those up at somepoint, but if i do, those will be for friends and family only.
All of the individual photos have my copyright on them. The only ones that don't are photos belonging to www.flickr.com/photos/joyousorca/
Earler in my photostream I invited my friends to ask me any five questions they liked, all them asked me why I like Superman so much.
So..why do I like him so much?
When Chris Claremont wrote the introduction to Superman vs Aliens* he mentioned how en vouge anti-heroes are and how relatively easy it was to write them, Superman, however, was tricky. Decency is hard.
Superman is noble, self sacrificing, wise, even handed, will not kill, will not champion anyone except the weak and endangered.
I love the way all the other heroes of the DCU look up to him and even though he may have his moments of self doubt, he still wins through.
Then there's the iconography, the legend and the pop culture t-shirt cult.
Plus he can see into the chicks locker rooms...
Superman is the greatest, that's why I love him.
*Superman - 1, Aliens - 0. Silly but still quite good!
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I hadn't been to White Owl Falls for many years before this autumn. That tree trunk left of the falls is the reason why. Fallen from a storm years ago, I found my way down here shortly afterward to find that intact tree occluding the face of the falls, hiding its beauty... but that's not what makes it hidden.
Heading south on North Carolina Highway 281 (Whitewater Road) toward South Carolina, there’s a pulloff on the right that fits perhaps a few cars just past Brewer Road. It’s a short hike from there though not exactly an easy one. The hike gets interesting just beyond the beginning of the guardrail across from the pulloff… there’s no definitive trail from that point. There is a concrete chute, however, that indicates you’re in the right place. Follow that chute down from the road, and be careful, as it can be slippery, and you don’t want to shoot out of the chute! Continue in the same direction paralleling the road, not further down. This seems to confuse a lot of folks, yet the faint trail becomes more evident as you move along it, as does the roar of the falls.
I wore my high Bogs boots on this hike, as I planned to work out every composition I could eke out of White Owl. Fortunately, Thompson River here isn’t quite like the Hudson River, other than the fact it’s wet and it’s a river… I can traipse around the falls in my Bogs without getting my feet wet. It was fascinating to me to be standing amid such beauty while hearing cars whizzing by overhead, with drivers and passengers oblivious to this scene.
The camera got a good workout there and I had other waterfalls to get to in my limited time there in the Blue Ridge. Yet, having packed the camera for the hike out, I just had to sit there and enjoy the reverie of this hidden beauty.
The State Funeral of President George H. W. Bush (41) just ended and the theme of “hidden beauty” throughout it struck me. There are problems here in America, but at times like this, it's evident decency is still the core value of Americans. I teared up along with President George W. Bush (43) as he eulogized his dad… the things he related to his dad spoke volumes about my dad as well, whose funeral I had eulogized a year and a half ago. That was one of the hardest things I have ever done, and I broke down as well… my heart went out immediately to 43 when he choked up, as that’s not weakness... it’s humanity at its best. The issues he stated of note: “He looked for the goodness in others, and he usually found it.” “He put character before pedigree." And, “Hatred corrodes the container it’s carried in.” Would it be too much to ask for Christmas that we all embody these things?
Anyone who's been near a sandhill crane (Antigone canadensis) when it starts calling out can hear this photo! I took an early morning drive to McCoy Flat Reservoir a few miles from my Lassen County, California home. My mission was twofold: I wanted to check a trail camera I had out scouting for coyotes for a possible camera trap deployment, and I wanted to check in on these three in good light. The mission had a 50% success rate as I didn't get any coyote traffic on the trail cam, but these guys, who I'd seen a few times already, were still hanging around. On the 27-degree Fahrenheit April morning there was some nice fog coming off the water, and these beautiful wading birds had the decency to be hanging out in a pretty spot when they decided to break the silence and wake up half the state of California.
This image captures one of those unrepeatable wildlife moments — three sandhill cranes mid-call in a fog-draped wetland at first light, framed by mist-softened conifers and glassy water. The warm, golden tones of the birds against the cool atmospheric haze give it a painterly, almost ethereal quality that works beautifully as large-format wall art. It's a natural fit for nature lovers, birding enthusiasts, and wildlife collectors, as well as anyone drawn to the quiet drama of the American West at dawn. A perfect piece for residents of Lassen County or those with fond memories of the Northern California high country.
TWENTY RULES FOR A BETTER LIFE
1 * Accept the fact that some days you're the pigeon, and some days you're the statue!
2 * Always keep your words soft and sweet, just in case you have to eat them.
3 * Always read stuff that will make you look good if you die in the middle of it.
4 * Drive carefully... It's not only cars that can be recalled by their Maker.
5 * If you can't be kind, at least have the decency to be vague.
6 * If you lend someone $20 and never see that person again, it was probably worth it.
7 * It may be that your sole purpose in life is simply to serve as a warning to others.
8 * Never buy a car you can't push.
9 * Never put both feet in your mouth at the same time, because then you won't have a leg to stand on.
10 * Nobody cares if you can't dance well. Just get up and dance.
11 * Since it's the early worm that gets eaten by the bird, sleep late.
12 * The 2nd mouse gets the cheese.
13 * When everything's coming your way, you're in the wrong lane.
14* Birthdays are good for you. The more you have, the longer you live.
16 * Some mistakes are too much fun to make only once.
17 * We could learn a lot from crayons. Some are sharp, some are pretty and some are dull.
Some have weird names and all are different colours, but they all have to live in the same box.
18 * A truly happy person is one who can enjoy the scenery on a detour.
19 * Have an awesome day and know that someone has thought about you today.
AND MOST IMPORTANTLY
20 *Save the earth..... It's the only planet with chocolate!* I THINK !!!!
ꒌ ﹏﹏ ЛЕТЕЋА ПАТРОЛА — вране у акцији извиђања и узбуњивања изнад скривене марине најбогатије фирме у граду!
► █░▓ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ A SUSPICIOUS NUMBER OF ⛵hideaway boats and luxurious yachts in Haven Zuid next to Damen Shipyards and Lowman Mercedes-Benz gets subjected to crows scrutiny.
The Dutch are a unique mix of selfish and social people. Minor money theft can equal murder in court sanctions. But, on the flip side, private property is not conspicuously fenced off, remarkable examples of individual selflessness are not rare, denunciation is less than in some nearby countries, tolerance is still a big deal, and neither last nor least: rich people are not boastful about their possessions and status. They too of course like wealth and status a lot; but, unlike in NA or Asia, their consciousness seems to moderate the urge to show off, as is often seen elsewhere. Wealth is a private thing and common decency is the ruling standard; the society ethics are strong and broadly participated. They take precedence in most interactions and sympathy for those that are out of the boat is a norm.
Wherever you are from, remember- ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ɪs ᴏɴᴇ! 👪💚
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Unfortunately I bought a laptop a year or more ago whose graphics I am not totally happy with when it comes to photography. Not being a tech person i was unaware of differences in graphics with different units,different brands,etc. Like cameras and lenses,digital and film. What I have done therefore is use my wife's ipad,which is about a year old as well, as my guage for whether i approve of a photo or not that is first loaded thru my laptop. Recently a friend who knows more than I do played with my graphics on this computer; I think there's some improvement,but still falls short of what seems to be a more accurate representation of an image coming out of my cameras when I check it on an ipad,my wife's or my friend's here in Shawnigan Lake,B.C. where i am visiting 900 miles from my home. Beautiful beautiful place,as is all of Vancouver Island. That being said,this image,as it sits on my laptop this moment, is exactly what i want short of me miraculously becoming a known photography icon suddenly who churns out artistic gold whichever way he points a camera. I like it a lot. Sadly ,what you may,and likely see, is something different enough from what I am looking at right now, so that in essence they are two different photos. I have not seen this photo yet on another device,laptop or ipad,so I can't comment on the difference. Even if the difference is good and very acceptable,which is better than not so good or acceptable, there remains a "problem". What is this problem? My thought is this,that a still image is a moment,a brief moment,not necessarily a milli-second or a few seconds,though that is how fast a photo can be taken. In that momentary place there is a mood inside the photographer. Moods vary in intensity and duration and in the essence of their nature, a human being is a complex thing,more correctly a complex being. Nothing more complex in existence.Except God of course. The goal then is to not only come across something in the outside world that mysteriously yet beautifully seems to contain enough of of the same essence that is in you,me, the photographer in that brief time or moment...but then to be the photographer who skilfully or less skilfully uses themself and their camera to capture this outside moment and scene so that it is frozen,captured indeed. Quite an art isn't it? it less matters to me now after years and time how good or not good I am in comparison to others. I mean it matters less in the negative way in which we can think like that,which then is not helpful to us as a person,nor to our desire to do and enjoy expression of ourself and our heart in photography. Of course I compare and measure, believe though that there is healthy,normal,and very helpful measuring,then there is a bad,very bad measuring that brings no good thing to us. The bad either depresses us,making us think we are nothing,know nothing,have nothing to offer,it crucifies us. Or,it makes us prideful, hurtfully competitive,it is then all about us,not about anyone,or very few others. Even if we are really super talented, but this is where we live,my question is: so what? Photography is not just about imagery,it can't help but be about people,it is impossible for it to not also be about people. The first person photography about is oneself. We must not crucify others in photography or life so that only we remain standing,but we also must not crucify ourselves. Comparison of oneself with others leads to either the dual negative that works against oneself and others....or it can be the good and healthy act of comparison which is a path of kindness and consideration toward oneself,and thus enables one then to feel and walk in that same kindness and consideration toward others. For my part I am unable to separate this healthy approach from God, and am always aware that there are and always will be some who do not like me saying this or bringing it up. There is a difference between saying,believing something,and forcing ourself,our position upon others. I am aware not only of the mistake made by christians on this very specific point,and I believe I see the harm it can and has brought. I do however distinguish between deliberate intent to do harm by wilfully crossing into someone's boundaries against their wish and will....and making a mistake by not understanding people's free will is sacred. Free will is sacred since God himself in making mankind made us all 'in His image'. A simple concept,yet so easily misunderstood by us. If we like free will,which we do,no one wants to be controlled,pushed,dominated,coerced by anyone. Anyone who has one shred of decency and is still in some semblance of a sound mind,knows that such behaviour is evil. Lets call it for what it is. However, once again,it's important to remember that there is a distinction between intentionally doing this to another,or simply not understanding this sacred boundary exists and must be honoured and treated with the utmost reverence when approaching another human being. True? I think so,know so. However, I myself have had to take a lifetime to get to this place where this is an understanding with significant clarity,and I do mean a lifetime.
So.therefore....what then?
Well....photography is fun,great fun and enjoyment. But like everything,it eventually,if not quickly,reveals us to ourself and to the world. There may be murky,misty,out of focus shadows in the revealing,but like the making of a physical film print in the old typical way, or the just as cool and different yet similar polaroid or instax process, an image of us begins to form and be revealed to the world through our 'doing' of photography. Photography CAN reveal who and what we are. And the question more important than photography,is;who are we,what are we?
I now must stop here,not having time to complete this at the present time. I hope to find time to do that.
This gives a more intimate perspective of White Owl Falls than my previous post. Unlike many waterfalls throughout the Blue Ridge, it’s small, yet delicate and lacey, which works well for a shot like this. The rock ledge is perfectly shaped to spread the water out across the entire face of it and down 16-feet in a myriad of cascades. While not as high or powerful as many in this watershed, it’s every bit as beautiful as any of them. Photography on a rainy day only makes it better.
Here’s the total description from the previous post, well worth the time to read: Hidden Beauty. I hadn't been to White Owl Falls for many years before this autumn. That tree trunk left of the falls is the reason why. Fallen from a storm years ago, I found my way down here shortly afterward to find that intact tree occluding the face of the falls, hiding its beauty... but that's not what makes it hidden.
Heading south on North Carolina Highway 281 (Whitewater Road) toward South Carolina, there’s a pulloff on the right that fits perhaps a few cars just past Brewer Road. It’s a short hike from there though not exactly an easy one. The hike gets interesting just beyond the beginning of the guardrail across from the pulloff… there’s no definitive trail from that point. There is a concrete chute, however, that indicates you’re in the right place. Follow that chute down from the road, and be careful, as it can be slippery, and you don’t want to shoot out of the chute! Continue in the same direction paralleling the road, not further down. This seems to confuse a lot of folks, yet the faint trail becomes more evident as you move along it, as does the roar of the falls.
I wore my high Bogs boots on this hike, as I planned to work out every composition I could eke out of White Owl. Fortunately, Thompson River here isn’t quite like the Hudson River, other than the fact it’s wet and it’s a river… I can traipse around the falls in my Bogs without getting my feet wet. It was fascinating to me to be standing amid such beauty while hearing cars whizzing by overhead, with drivers and passengers oblivious to this scene.
The camera got a good workout there and I had other waterfalls to get to in my limited time there in the Blue Ridge. Yet, having packed the camera for the hike out, I just had to sit there and enjoy the reverie of this hidden beauty.
The State Funeral of President George H. W. Bush (41) just ended and the theme of “hidden beauty” throughout it struck me. There are problems here in America, but at times like this, it's evident decency is still the core value of Americans. I teared up along with President George W. Bush (43) as he eulogized his dad… the things he related to his dad spoke volumes about my dad as well, whose funeral I had eulogized a year and a half ago. That was one of the hardest things I have ever done, and I broke down as well… my heart went out immediately to 43 when he choked up, as that’s not weakness... it’s humanity at its best. The issues he stated of note: “He looked for the goodness in others, and he usually found it.” “He put character before pedigree." And, “Hatred corrodes the container it’s carried in.” Would it be too much to ask for Christmas that we all embody these things?
I can hear Mazzy Star in my ears at the moment. Best viewed Large
Thought it was high time i joined the masses and posted my annual bluebell shot...I do have another one...but not sure it conforms to the very high decency standards that i set myself... Hmmm... not sure i should post it.
Anycheese...
In the months before going to Iceland the crashed DC-3 at Solheimasandur was added to my shopping list of things and places to see and rated as a 10/10. Immediately before the trip this had dropped to 7/10 in preference to other attractions and the fact that it was at least two miles from the car park over a flat, featureless moonscape that Gary was suggesting we should do at night....in freezing rain, knowing him.....and a gale.
But we arrived there during the day. Having parked the car against a snow drift we went to the start of the walk through a gate put there to stop people driving across to the plane.
By the gate was a sign which blatantly warned us the walk would take 3-4 hours.
"King hell!" was our joint exclamation. had we seriously misjudged the distance on Google Map. Could it be so far? Sure enough we saw a straggly line out across the snowy, frozen landscape. Just when you thought you had seen the most distant, microscopic dots of walkers, dark on the white horizon, you spotted a couple more, impossibly far away.
There was a bus. It was over the horizon. A ship of the glacier, an enormous 8 x 8 drive MAN ex-German army truck. With such power even it had snow chains on it's massive wheels. The sign said it was an expensive ride.
So we walked. And walked. And walked. And when we thought we must be getting near we spotted more walkers even tinier on the horizon.
We did get there after about 45 minutes. Delayed by the need for a pee about half way. Decency dictated that we should find something to prevent outraging other walkers. But where? The landscape is totally flat and utterly barren. There was one large rock thirty yards off the trail. It stuck out like a sore thumb. Yet it was only about three feet long and about nine inches tall and partially snow covered. It seemed silly to pee 'behind' it but we did because it was the right place to do it.
The plane wreck lies where the plateau falls away to the coast, so we arrived to look down on a scene out of the movie "Eaten Alive" of a crashed aircraft in snowy mountains, and some 'survivors' standing around the nose and tail of the aircraft wondering what to do next when they got hungry.
They seemed to linger, reluctant to start the walk back. But they did in a long straggly line back to the other horizon. We didn't. As soon as that big bus lumbered down to us we jumped on it. We didn't give a stuff what it cost for the return journey. As we gleefully waved down at the knackered walkers who looked up as the leviathan swept past them.
Two mile bus journey? How much was it Gary?
Holy Cross Church
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Camera: Nikon F 80;
Lens: Sigma 24-105mm f/4 DG (OC)* HS I AF;
Film: KODAK_VISION2_500T/5218;
Filter: No filter;
Exposure: as ISO 125;
Scanned: Minolta Dimage Scan Elite 5400 by VueScan
Церковь Воздвижения Честного Креста Господня в Дарне (Крестовоздвиженский храм) — православный храм Истринского благочиния Московской епархии, расположенный в деревне Дарна Истринского района Московской области
The Church of the Exaltation of the Holy Cross in Darna (Holy Cross Church) is an Orthodox church of the Istra decency of the Moscow Diocese, located in the village of Darna in the Istrinsky district of the Moscow region
My husband of almost 34 years, has negotiated his life by a philosophy - no expectations. It works for him - not me!
I am the exact opposite. I am always expecting - although, it has caused me a lifetime of heartaches, trouble, disdain, self-righteous indignation, worry and through the years an attitude of disbelief at how people without regard for their fellow man, haphazardly, without thought, navigate their life causing horrific consequences that reverberate in the hearts of many.
I started writing this a few days before New Years. It was to be a tiding of joy to my Flickr friends, however, that all changed in the wake of the events that led to the callous and pointless death of a Police Officer that never made it back home on New Years Eve. It hits home. Our son is a Police Officer. It grieves us to the very core of our being…
I grew up with the Golden Rule - “Do unto others as you would have them do unto you.”
I feel that I am a minority. I might be wrong. Maybe, I came from another planet and got dropped off here by mistake. I live in expectation. I expect someone to hold the door instead of letting it swing shut in my face. I expect that the people behind the counter should be treated like human beings. I expect that if I let people in with their car that they would give me a nod or a wave of acknowledgement. I expect people not to allow their dog to defecate on my beautiful yard. I expect people to follow the law. I expect that when people go through my school zone they would drop their speed to the safe, legal posting. I expect that when people finish their hamburgers, fries and soft drink that they don’t open the window and spew their litter everywhere. I expect that when I am pushing my shopping cart through the snow covered parking lot at Costco that people would put their brakes on instead of whipping by to get that empty parking stall.
I expect decency. Respect. Kindness.
For quite a few years I worked as a casual employee at a Postal outlet. If you want to witness your fellow, human protoplasm’s worst behaviours, stand by the counter for a few hours. I was renamed every vulgarity you could think of and a few more I’ll bet you don’t even know about! I was threatened - one time with a fellow who said he planted a bomb in his parcel and another from someone that was going to come back with a gun. I was often the only ‘white’ female working amongst many ethnicities. I saw firsthand the atrocities of racial abuse.
In my efforts to keep the corners of my world accountable, I have encountered trouble. When my children were young I championed the school patrol for a time. I helped the young patrols in guiding their peers across the street. There was one instance that was particularly horrific in my endeavours to keep the children safe. In front of no less than fifty witnesses, a mom, blatantly, attempted to run me over and put the children in peril. It took me a long time to process this act of vigilantism. The law was swift in laying charges and restitution.
Another time, I honked ( I know. I know. Count 1,2,3,4,5,6,7… Breathe! ), when some guy in a big truck cut me off in rush hour. The guy returned the honk, threw a huge disposable cup full of pop onto my windshield and made my acquaintance even further by calling me a name that I will never forget.
My son’s vehicle was in the shop that day and I was dropping him off somewhere. I remember vividly, how he sat in the passenger seat shaking his head. He knew his Mama was not one to back down from a confrontation like this. I stopped the vehicle and got out. ( I know. I know. I have learned since not to do that - well, hardly ever…).
Through my indignation, I could hear the voice of reason, as my son, in a calm, but authoritative voice told me to get back into the car. Role reversal! I knew he meant it. He got out of the vehicle - (all 6’7” 250 pounds of him) and introduced himself to the guy in the truck. I watched from the rear-view mirror as the little guy in his big truck, momentarily humbled, slumped down into the seat. They exchanged a few words. My son got back into the car and we drove away in silence.
I can chuckle now recalling the incident, but, I learned that day that as much as my son would have my back he certainly was not going to ride shotgun with his Mama everyday!
I remember another occurrence that happened that left me conflicted. My son was playing on a high school basketball team and during half time he witnessed something in the locker room. I knew the minute he went back onto the court to resume playing that something was wrong. As we drove home after the game he confided in me that he had seen a boy breaking into a locker and he stole someone’s brand new, expensive shoes. I told my son that he had to go to the Coach the next day and let him know what had transpired. He said that wasn’t going to happen. The boy was a gang member. There would be retaliation - after-all, my son, was the only one that had seen the crime.
I was conflicted. It bothered me that this boy was not going to be accountable. What kind of lesson was this going to teach my son? We had another discussion. I was able to reinforce my belief in the concept of reaping and sowing or Karma as some may call it.
I prayed for that kid. I made a promise to my son that I would let it go. That same boy, tragically, a few years later, accelerated his crime sprees to murdering another young boy. I remember my son phoning me on his break. He had been doing a prison transfer and he saw that same boy incarcerated. I think about him often. How did this happen?
Years ago, when I was chauffeuring people around the city I remember retelling something I had heard on the news that morning to one of my passengers. It was a horrific accident - completely preventable. Many people were killed. The fellow responsible for the safety of those people, went to work stoned. I told my passenger that I could not believe that such a senseless act could happen. His remark has haunted me ever since. He said, “You assume conscience.”
I am a mom. I am a sister; a friend; a daughter and a wife. I live my life as best as I can. I am motivated and driven with the intent of doing what is right. I can see consequences before they happen and as a result switch gears, or go down different roads. I am getting better at it - sometimes. I can see how our actions create domino effects.
I recognize though, and sometimes painfully, that I am still under construction - even right now in my senior years. I have much to learn…
Is it wrong to expect?
My husband has navigated and quite successfully through his life without expectations. Maybe I should follow his lead… Maybe I should throw down the gauntlet, so, to speak, and give up in my pursuits of expectations. Maybe they ARE too high. Maybe, this is the year that I should not expect anything - especially after this past, challenging year.
… and then I think HECK NO! As long as I have breathe and the will to live I cannot live without expectations. I will always try to look for the goodness in my fellow human being.
The Serenity Prayer is a prayer written by the American theologian Reinhold Niebuhr. It is commonly quoted as:
God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, courage to change the things I can, and wisdom to know the difference.
At a time when we are watching people perish by the hundreds, thousands and hundreds of thousands, it may be wise to take inventory of our own life's. We probably need to revisit, no matter how difficult it may be, our mortality. What does our legacy look like? What will we leave behind? How will our loved ones remember us. How will our neighbours remember us? Will the clerks at our local grocery store remember our faces, and the way in which we dealt with them?
I want to be remembered for my serenity, my courage, my wisdom, But mostly for my expectations because with expectations there is always a chance for HOPE!
May the road ahead bring you serenity, courage, wisdom and
hope - just don’t cut me off!
Gracias a ]equilibrium[ por dejarme utilizar una de sus fotografías para crear esta edición, milesker!!!
* No soy tan vanidoso como para pensar que mi trabajo merece el esfuerzo de ser robado, pero aún y así:
1- Yo decido subir mis trabajos a esta calidad.
2- Espero que si alguien decide por un casual, utilizar mis trabajos con el fin que sea, al menos tenga la decencia de hacérmelo saber. (Al menos para que pueda echar un vistazo)
3- Si alguien quisiera utilizar una imagen de mayor calidad, no tiene mas que ponerse en contacto conmigo y decírmelo. Sólo pido una cosa, que se me acredite de alguna manera.
4- Yo decido utilizar el flickr para compartir, compartir y disfrutar del trabajo de otra gente. Compartir como medio de luchar contra el consumismo exacerbado y el celo a la propiedad de cada uno.
5- Yo decido respetar tus condiciones, decide tú respetar las mias.
6- Gracias por tomarte un tiempo en pasarte por mi galería.
7- No me invites a grupos, no estoy interesado en ellos, muchas gracias.
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* I am not so vain as to think that my work is worth the effort of being stolen, but even so:
1 - I decided to upload my work to this quality.
2 - I hope that if someone decides to use my work, at least have the decency to let me know. (At least so I can take a look)
3 - If someone want to use a higher quality picture, just contact and tell me. I only ask one thing, credit me somehow.
4 - I decide to use flickr for sharing, sharing and enjoying the work of other people. To share as a means to fight consumerism.
5 - I decided to respect your position, I hope you decide to respect mine.
6 - Thank you for taking time to drop by my gallery.
7 - Do not invite me to groups, I am not interested in them, thank you very much.
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Each year, I had this stenciled emblem painted on the curb in front of my house. It's under the mailbox. It needs a good cleaning and retouching.
The itinerant artist who created this each year has not returned this year...
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More out than in ... and to think they used to have beach inspectors to measure such things for the sake of civic decency ... that was a long time ago in the late 1950's and things have changed since that time .. my have they changed .
Snapper Rocks
Rainbow Bay
Gold Coast . NSW
Holy Cross Church
Camera: Olympus OM-1n
Lens: Zuiko Auto-W 28mm f/ 2.8
Film: Agfa Vista Plus 400
Filter: No filter
Scanned by Minolta Dimage ScanElite 5400 by VueScan
Церковь Воздвижения Честного Креста Господня в Дарне (Крестовоздвиженский храм) — православный храм Истринского благочиния Московской епархии, расположенный в деревне Дарна Истринского района Московской области
The Church of the Exaltation of the Holy Cross in Darna (Holy Cross Church) is an Orthodox church of the Istra decency of the Moscow Diocese, located in the village of Darna in the Istrinsky district of the Moscow region
Hallelujah! Praise the Lord!
And thank you all my friends for sending all those positive thoughts and prayers. .
This is the power of prayer!!
After an entire day of making phone calls to the ASPCA, every cat rescue in town, putting up Missing posters , walking the neighborhood, calling his name until I was hoarse, and crying myself to sleep for the 3rd straight night, I was jolted out of slumberland by my step-sons voice hollering up the steps "HE's BACK!"
At 10:30 last night, Lance was heading out to the local convenience store, and when he opened the back door, Simon came strolling in like absolutely nothing was amiss!
Saturday night it poured rain all night, and Sunday and yesterday also had several heavy downpours, another reason to be concerned he was out there somewhere.
This cat didn't even have the decency to come back looking wet and tramatized...........he was as dry and clean as can be. He didn't even seem particularly hungry after missing 3 days of dinner.
Where have you been dude?
What were you up to?
I guess the only one that knows the answer to that mystery is Simon. And he's not talking.
I don't need to tell any of you HOW relieved I am.
Again......thank you for all of your notes and suggestions....it's like having a whole village put their heads together to help.
You guys are the best!
Today will be a much happier day at Cat Hill Farm!
I was quite beside myself with excitement when I saw that there was a Punch & Judy show on the seafront at Llanairfechan at 2.30pm. I've never seen one before and I was the first to sit down on the grass to wait and see it . But I was surprised at the show content, especially when Punch started snogging Judy, in public and in front of the children in a real show of PDA. I mean, have they no decency? They almost looked like they should get a room, carrying on like that where they could be seen by anyone. I know people get caught up with emotions and all that stuff, but really, behave when in public!
Rescuing these pieces could never have happened without the help of A.I.
66 pieces to complete, and mount on wood, and then to apply 24-carat gold leaf.
I suspect it might be the 'artists' job to tame this beast, that seems to want to censor and make us all 'Instagram Compatible'.
I see this as possible, though occasionally it does feel like a bucking bronco.
I met 4 of the sitters for the 'Traditional Family Values' series, when they posed for the 'Icon Series', 35 years ago in NYC.
I do love my contemporary turquoise decency strips, those boundary-traversing aids demanded by this age which is awash in porn, on the internet, but at the same time is ridiculously puritanical.
The contradictions of the 'NOW' are truly inspiring, and a joy to attempt to straddle.
During the time of the coronavirus pandemic and social (physical distancing), early morning became my ecological niche to enjoy life while avoiding contact with other people. Although it would have been most obvious to take pictures of places without people and practice the Japanese art style of absent motifs (留守模様), nothing drew me to anything human.
I preferred nature and particularly trees that became my personal obsession of that time. Whenever looking at these different trees, there always came a quotation from the ancient Chinese Daoist philosophy of Zhuangzi to my mind 是不材之木也，無所可用: “It’s not a timber tree, there's nothing it can be used for” ―― except of course for enjoying it just as it is …
However, I think that there is more behind the tree pictures than Zhuangzi’s typical praise of uselessness. Eventually, I became aware of a state of mind I never thought of as a possibility, but that became appealing: Biedermeier. Although I had never thought of Biedermeier art as anything other than "stuffy" or "boring," I could suddenly understand the concentration on the domestic and the non-political, the longing for stability, security, honesty, modesty, decency, sobriety, a simple elegance. I am also able to empathize with the predilection for everyday life and its details, ist tranquility and coziness. Am I becoming Biedermeier’s best friend?
Finally, I have to ruminate over a quote from a philosopher of the Biedermeier age who died from a pandemic of that time (Cholera):
“History is not the soil in which happiness grows. The periods of happiness in it are the blank pages of history.” (Georg Wilhelm Friedrich Hegel)
{Zeiss Loxia 2/50 Planar on Sony Alpha 6600}
I was lucky enough to watch this stunning Barn owl in decent light on an evening on the Somerset levels recently. it even had the decency to come fairly close.
"The arts bridge cultures;
they're good for the economy,
and they're good for fostering empathy and decency."
~Julie Andrews~
"If a man can bridge the gap between life and death,
if he can live on after he's dead,
then maybe he was a great man."
~ James Dean ~
Crossed another bridge yesterday . . .
actually a few bridges . . .
Day 203 Year 4 Mmm messy....
I'm trying to get back into scary Halloween mode.
On an unrelated side note, yesterday marked my fourth year on flickr.
Its been an interesting 4 years. A great number of people have come and gone during that time.
To all those that have stayed, been supportive, commented and faved over that time .... I thank you.
Thank you for being truly kind and genuine souls.
You are a rare group of fine individuals with great character and decency.
I am honored and touched by that goodness.
Thank you.
xo
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Laurelhurst Park, Portland, Oregon
I loved all the yellow here in this grove of trees. Since I was using my Polarizer to bring out the color, I chose the custom white balance, "Shade", to warm the image and give it that golden autumn glow. I always use a custom white balance while taking a picture, occasionally even a manual white balance, when I'm using a Polarizer or ND filter. For those of you using the auto white balance, just know that having a filter such as a polarizer or ND filter can confuse your digital camera's guess as to what the correct white balance should be. Sometimes this can result in a flatter looking scene, I've seen that happen. You'll always get better results by using a custom or manual white balance, as your camera know longer has to guess what the correct white balance should be.
Haven’t done one of these head shots for ages but I needed a closeup to show you the lovely new stuff from Izzie’s that’ll be available soon at Skin Fair, and the stunning tattoo from Nanika that’s available now at the Crossroads. I was tempted to go topless again but decency prevailed and I put my old Addams bra on!
Please If You Have Any Decency You Will View Large On Black :-)) Or if you are in the new Flickr Beta just click on the photo.
Before I get to my photo, I wanted to thank everyone for their visit to eMCiiCii's tribute to his dad. I checked on how it was doing later in the day, and I was really taken by the fact that so many of the people that are contacts of mine, that I call friends, actually paid a visit and left a comment and or fave!! You all are incredible people, it kind of blew me away, it is a great testament to all of you and your spirits!
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Now about this photo!
One of the outside shots of my journey to more natural surroundings. I took an ungodly amount of shots of this lily field on a lake, but after much soul searching and internal debate, have decided to share this one. I hope it comes across Ok, I fear it is one of those shots that look like a speck of nothing when viewed in the thumbnail version, but looks pretty cool when viewed large (who I am kidding "pretty cool", don't be mistaken I of course love it). Thanks as always for the indulgence. :-)
*****These charts are not to be used or reposted elsewhere without permission and reference back to the source. I am so beyond tired of seeing my stuff ending up in random places and people not having the decency to simply ask before taking something. Please do not repost these on your blogs, twitter, tumblr, instagram, facebook orca pages, etc...****
I also have some Behavior charts that i made for another friend, and i might put those up at somepoint, but if i do, those will be for friends and family only.
All of the individual photos have my copyright on them. The only ones that don't are photos belonging to www.flickr.com/photos/joyousorca/
*****These charts are not to be used or reposted elsewhere without permission and reference back to the source. I am so beyond tired of seeing my stuff ending up in random places and people not having the decency to simply ask before taking something. Please do not repost these on your blogs, twitter, tumblr, instagram, facebook orca pages, etc...****
I also have some Behavior charts that i made for another friend, and i might put those up at somepoint, but if i do, those will be for friends and family only.
All of the individual photos have my copyright on them. The only ones that don't are photos belonging to www.flickr.com/photos/joyousorca/
It's that time of year when we are feeling a bit burnt out and in need of a time to get away from it all. I wish the way to cleanse the world of bad politicians, war, death, starvation, extreme radicalism, homelessness....the list has no end, was for some human love and decency to take over. But it seems that is unlikely and if we fixed these, another lot would be waiting.
Shorncliffe, Brisbane.
Before going to Dubrovnik I had planned to walk the two miles from the hotel to the bottom of the zigzag path below the cable car and walk up to the top of the 800m hill. But with the heat I found that even a Citroen C3 with wildly vague steering was a better idea up the very narrow track to Srd. All the same I missed sunset due to dinner but found that the prettiest time was after sunset but before full darkness as the old city lights started to come on, illuminating the old walls. But it is only about 25 years since there was a very, very nasty war here, and the old city was pounded by very heavy artillery from up on this hill. The film footage of those times is horrible. In the countryside you still see houses that are pock marked with bullet and shell holes, and on one wander round the back of a vineyard I was shocked to see what I thought was a bleached skull lying amongst stone stones and grass. Thankfully it was not. But knowing a little of the splitting up of Yugoslavia, and the so called "Homeland War" is a vivid reminder of what civilised people in a European country can easily descend into and the evil they can do to each other if democracy and human decency breaks down.