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Is Fate getting what you deserve? or deserving what you get?

Style Credits HERE

lovely April day in the Gower South West Wales, walking westwards towards 3 cliffs bay . Please note; Explore is a more or less random algorithm and has nothing deserving about it

Excerpt from waterdownvillage.ca/chairing_is_caring/:

Chairing is Caring is an exciting downtown art project celebrating local artists and telling stories of the diverse communities that are part of Waterdown Village. This summer, you’ll find painted Muskoka chairs in outdoor gallery locations at sponsor businesses bringing vibrancy to our streetscape and providing interesting places to sit and relax.

Each chair focuses on a theme as interpreted by the artist and is tied to a non-profit organization that supports an equity-deserving group. Collectively, the series highlights the compassionate and collaborative soul of our Village.

This photo is for my wonderful friend Bernadeth!

I've missed you! So glad that your exams are over!

:o)

Be My Escape by Relient K

www.youtube.com/watch?v=MkHuUgJC1ok

I’ve given up on giving up slowly

I’m blending in so you won’t even know me

Apart from this whole world that shares my fate

This one last bullet you mention

It’s my one last shot at redemption

Cause I know to live you must give your life away

And I’ve been housing all this doubt

and insecurity

And I’ve been locked inside that house

All the while you hold the key

And I’ve been dying to get out

And that might be the death of me

And even though there’s no way of knowing

Where to go

I promise I’m going because…

I gotta get out of here

I’m stuck inside this rut that I fell into by mistake

I gotta get out of here

And I’m begging you, I’m begging you, I’m begging you to be my escape

I’ve given up on doing this alone now

Guess I failed and I’m ready to be shown how

You told me the way and now I’m trying to get there

And this life sentence that I’m serving

I admit that I’m every bit deserving

But the beauty of grace is that it makes life not fair

Cause I’ve been housing all this doubt

and insecurity

And I’ve been locked inside that house

All the while you hold the key

And I’ve been dying to get out

And that might be the death of me

And even though there’s no way of knowing

Where to go

I promise I’m going because…

I gotta get out of here

Cause I’m afraid that this complacency is something I can’t shake (yeah)

I gotta get out of here

And I’m begging you, I’m begging you, I’m begging you to be my escape

I am a hostage to my own humanity

Self-detained and forced to live in this mess I’ve made

And all I’m asking is for you to do what you can with me

But I can’t ask you to give what you already gave.

Cause I’ve been housing all this doubt

and insecurity

And I’ve been locked inside that house

All the while you hold the key

And I’ve been dying to get out

That might be the death of me

And even though there’s no way of knowing

Where to go

I promise I’m going because…

I gotta get out of here

I’m stuck inside this rut that I fell into by mistake

I gotta get out of here

And I’m begging you, I’m begging you, I’m begging you to be my escape

Artists - Murwalls. Deserving of two murals...his heart and determination to win is legendary. He has had mixed fortunes in his early managerial career, but we wish him luck for the future, and thank him for all he done for us.

On my mother's side of our family there is a rich history of men serving in the military going all the way back to the Civil War.

One of her ancestor's had 3 sons. The youngest one was wounded and died at Gettysburg and the other two brothers each lost an arm in separate battles . One of them went on to run a prisoner of war camp in the state of New York.

Our nation, though imperfect as are all, has had men and women make costly sacrifices to keep us free. Part of that heritage is why we give honor to the flag that represents the ideals that have inspired us for nearly 250 years. A nation who ignores the price of liberty paid by others soon loses it to those who don't have a grasp of history.

Oh yes, tulips are most deserving at the Tulip Festival, but I am sure this lovely old bus has stories of it's own to tell. I think we should name it "Further" in honor of Ken Kesey's old bus from the '60's era. Thank you for your warm visits my friends!

Excerpt from waterdownvillage.ca/chairing_is_caring/:

Chairing is Caring is an exciting downtown art project celebrating local artists and telling stories of the diverse communities that are part of Waterdown Village. This summer, you’ll find painted Muskoka chairs in outdoor gallery locations at sponsor businesses bringing vibrancy to our streetscape and providing interesting places to sit and relax.

Each chair focuses on a theme as interpreted by the artist and is tied to a non-profit organization that supports an equity-deserving group. Collectively, the series highlights the compassionate and collaborative soul of our Village.

Architecture

Side facade to Alem Avenue

At the time that the Post Office Palace was planned, the State was looking for official buildings to have as much pomp as possible to reflect the economic boom of the moment. This was called "prestige architecture." Its style is of French influence, according to the canons of the École des Beaux-Arts parisina, with mansard roof and a truncated dome, a projecting body in the central part and windows that go from the floor to the ceiling. It has a splendid facade facing south adorned with four monumental columns and abundant onamentales moldings, including copones on the cornice.

It is built on a plot of 12,500 m² and its total built area is 88,050 m². Its height is approximately 60 m. It has 9 floors: subsoil, ground floor, and seven high floors. The architect Jorge Liernur marks how the architect Maillart chose to organize the building around a central patio, but he had to resort to adding two smaller courtyards to ventilate the large number of offices required by the Post Office. With this, he points out that the Palace shows "an unharmonious relationship between the courtyard and the building mass", since Maillart maintained the horizontality of the academic buildings. [9] At that time there was still resistance to the construction of the first tower buildings. or skyscrapers, as ideal for offices.

In its interior the original rooms of attention to the public are conserved, sculptures (of M. Fiot, M. Chirico and others), paintings (of Bernaldo de Quirós, Lola Frexas and others) and refined enclosures of vitraux that in 1993 were restored by the architect Victoria Braunstein, deserving for this the First National Prize for the Best Intervention in the Built Heritage (1996).

The main entrance is accessed by a wide staircase leading to the Hall of Mailboxes and immediately enters what was the customer service lounge. This has a great height and is illuminated by the light that enters through the skylights that are at the height of the 4th floor. All its main offices have luxurious decorations and craft boisserie.

In its beginnings it had advanced machinery for the mechanical conduction of the correspondence that occupied four floors and whose capacity of work was several times superior to its necessities. It was an advanced system that had a series of tubes and conveyor belts through which correspondence circulated automatically. This caused that in its first years there was a large number of idle employees, which is why it was decided to stop the operation of the machinery for twenty years

Oh, Christmas tree, with your branches reaching out like open arms, you teach us a poignant lesson in embracing imperfections. In the spirit of the season, your beauty transcends the need for perfection—crooked branches, gaps in greenery, or even the absence of needles. It's a gentle reminder that just as a tree need not conform to an idealized form to be a Christmas tree, people, too, need not fit into predetermined molds to be valued and cherished. Like the unique charm of an irregularly shaped tree adorned with twinkling lights, our individual quirks and differences enhance the tapestry of humanity. In the warmth of holiday festivities, we find a parallel in celebrating the diversity that makes each person, much like every Christmas tree, wonderfully special and deserving of love.

Winter Love Valley

maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Heartsong%20Love%20Valley/...

Can we talk about mental health? Can we talk about how isolation has caused so many of us to spiral right into the very long line of individuals seeking mental health services.

There was a time all I needed was some down time with my camera and that was the extent of therapy for me. In fact, I've always joked that Canon was my therapist and photography was my therapy...I'll be in therapy for the rest of my life. This was my truth. I could escape with my camera and I'd be good.

However today, after being isolated way longer than anyone, I do see a therapist once a week. I've missed one session and it was like misplacing my keys for a week.

I don't like stereotypes but truth be told many Blacks do not seek out something like therapy which everyone can benefit from, but the bottom line is cost. Cost keeps most Blacks from seeking mental health services, followed by poor selection or availability of Black therapists. Even when we find one it still comes down to cost. I'm sure there's guilt and the shame factors but I personally do not believe that those things are the primary reasons why Black folks don't seek out therapy. Considerations? Oh absolutely, primary reasons? Fuck that lie.

Let's face it, as a Black man living in America, I am completely clear of a bunch of things and I'd be starving if I ate all the lies they say about me and my people.

Shit, I haven't even mentioned the trust factor. You mean you want me to sit in therapy looking into the eyes of a person that represents the very people who have inflected the most pain. Yeah, that aint gonna happen.

Therapy is about trust and it very much requires a safe place. If I don't trust you, then there is no safe place and the benefits of therapy will never truly take place.

So do you give up and not seek out mental health services? Nope, nope, absolutely not, you find the therapist that works for you, which means getting clear with what you want and need from therapy and finding the best possible match.

It took me serval attempts before I found someone and she wasn't Black, but she was clutch in the moment. I kept seeking and reaching out to friends. Then I hit the jackpot and landed not only a Black therapist, but a brotha, who specializes in brothas, plus its a sliding scale.

My sessions feel safe and I have this connection with my therapist and this feeds into the trust and safety components that are a complete must for me

Our sessions have been challenging, rewarding and eye opening. The cool thing is that he feels like a friend. it feel natural. I guess what I am saying is that is feels right. Yeah, that is what I am saying. This is right for me and I have no reservations or hesitations.

I think everyone should have a therapist, I most certainly believe that Black people can benefit and deserve access to mental health services they can afford and come with choices that support who they are where they are.

If therapy is truly good for everyone, and I know it is, then we should do all that we can to make certain folks like me aren't left behind or forced to settle.

I'm in therapy. So fuckin what. It's normal and for me, most importantly, ME ME ME, I'm deserving and worthy of quality therapy services that are tailored for me and administered by someone who looks like me.

Update: Just shot a light painting (kraken vs. sailing ship) in the middle of this frame - please do check it out if you have a moment and are feeling indulgent! For Those In Peril On The C (Kraken Light Painting)

Happy 2011 - hope everyone is having a great start to the year!

One from December's final flurry of snow, deserving of a few notes. I was set up just testing my new ND500 (9 stop ND filter) on a footbridge, when out of nothing a brief, but striking, winter sunset lit up the sky. With people tramping back over the bridge in their icy wellingtons and only a brief moment of colour, I only got one meaningful shot. Perhaps I should have taken the risk and whipped off the filter, but hoped I could pull off a good shot with it to give a nice smooth river as well as the colour.

This one worked except for two issues; the snow was a little too dark to really make an impact and the bluish colour cast from the ND500 left it looking rather strange. I've manually juggled the snow to try to solve these issues, without creating too unnatural effect. This is a little on the edge, but the nearest I can get it to something that balances the two sides of the coin.

The biggest failing I would say is my correction of the blue tint - it is a little patchy on the snow and took a little out of the corners of the sky (e.g. left behind the lower tree branches).

In terms of the purple and magenta tones - I actually desaturated these slightly to blend the image better. It was stunning light, and the (overall underexposed) shot really caught them at their height.

Holds its own on black!

Hope everyone is well and enjoying the weekend.

My mind is reeling. Like a thousand hissing atoms, or a thousand setting suns.

And I'm running out of time. We're always running out of time.

Summer's almost over, I leave for college in four days, and I can hardly believe where the time has gone. There are so many things I still have to do, and so many words I'd like to say.

First of all, thank you, Andrew for the beautiful testimonial. You all should definitely check out his stream. Not only is his photography bewitching, but he is also one of my favourite people both on and off flickr, whose work has consistently served as an endless source of inspiration.

Also, thank you so much to everyone who "liked" my facebook page, as well as everyone who has ever favourited and/or commented on any of my photographs. Your feedback and support mean the absolute world to me, and I really cannot thank you enough. (:

Excerpt from waterdownvillage.ca/chairing_is_caring/:

Chairing is Caring is an exciting downtown art project celebrating local artists and telling stories of the diverse communities that are part of Waterdown Village. This summer, you’ll find painted Muskoka chairs in outdoor gallery locations at sponsor businesses bringing vibrancy to our streetscape and providing interesting places to sit and relax.

Each chair focuses on a theme as interpreted by the artist and is tied to a non-profit organization that supports an equity-deserving group. Collectively, the series highlights the compassionate and collaborative soul of our Village.

For Day 63 of 365. And for Today's Random Fact. And for TRP "Inappropriate Dinosaurs" day.

*Warning: I'm going to get all mushy here today, so be prepared.*

I am so eternally thankful for the amazing friends I've made through Flickr. Through some of the darkest days of my life, I've had the support and encouragement of so many wonderful people on here. You will never, ever begin to imagine just how much that means to me.

My wonderful friend Patricia (rara*avis) took a photo yesterday for me that really means the world to me. As you know, I had a brutal migraine and spent a good chunk of my day in a dark closet. So, she got some of her friends and did the same for me. *crying again* I'm sorry I made you look all weird here. It took me forever to get a shot that looked even this good. :( But I'm so thankful. This has me inspired to thank some of you personally here. I am going to forget some of you, and for that I'm truly, truly sorry. It's like the Oscar's, someone so incredibly deserving always gets left out. But trust that I'll make a comment about you in the comments below when I realize it! OK, here goes...

Patricia (rara*avis): Thank you so much for who you are. Such an amazing artist, but more importantly an amazing friend. You've been an inspiration and an encouragement more than I ever could have imagined. Thank you for being so understanding and so caring. You truly are a rara avis (beyond just a rare bird, but a unique soul).

Hillary: I wouldn't be here without you. Literally. You are such a sweet friend and without even trying you manage to cheer me up in ways you'll never know or understand. You and D always manage to put a smile on my face and I adore how much you both enjoy life. Thank you for making me get back into this. That meant so, so much to me.

Jessie: Such an amazing woman and a wonderful friend. Thank you for how much you care and for being there for me.

Christy: There is no doubt how wonderful you are. You guys do so much to cheer me up and make me feel better. I'm thankful beyond measure.

Alison (dragonfly): I'm amazed at how easy it is for you to put a smile on my face. Thank you for taking the time to look at my lame little photos and for making me feel great about taking them.

Maggie: My sweet shy friend, you do so much to keep me encouraged. I'm so thankful for that.

Amber: A wonderful mother and a truly beautiful woman, you always make me cherish who I am as a father so much more. Thank you for that.

liltbraty2009: The queen of clones! You amaze me with your talent and creativity!

winglessangel383838: I always look forward to your comments and your photos. I love how much your family means to you.

CLearly Novice: I think it's time we go ahead and drop the "Novice" part. You're CLearly Awesome.

mycuteladybug: Beautiful, super talented and an incredible clone maker (like the real kind...have you seen her beautiful little girl?!?!?). Thank you for always being so sweet and so encouraging.

Robczn: It seems we're a kindred spirit when it comes to ideas around here, but since you're 8 hours ahead, you always beat me to them! Fortunately, you're brilliant, so it's always worth seeing!

Kelley (QT_PI): So wonderful and so beautiful. You make up for Canada shipping us Celine Dion and Bryan Adams!

Amneris: Literally the only person on this "thank you" list that I know in person, you're a wonderful person. I'm thankful to be a pod-neighbor to you at work. You always keep me encouraged and you're a wonderful venting board. Plus, you're an AMAZING photographer. I really hope you get the chance to do so much more of it. You have a gift.

Kristin: No matter what your name is now, you'll always be Bunny to me! Burning up that Cali. desert in ways nobody else could ever dream of. Your work is always so incredible. Never a half-assed day out of you!

jennie Z: My awesome new facebooky friend. You keep me smiling.

tommy_v: What always amazes me on here is the number of incredibly talented girls. It just seems there aren't enough talented guys to go around. Fortunately, you're one of them and I'm thankful for your friendship.

angelamarie: I'm not sure I've ever seen someone so wonderfully gifted at pulling off the group themes as you. Plus, your comments ALWAYS make me smile. Thank you.

curiousillusion: If all teachers were as dedicated and creative as you, we'd have an amazing school system. We'll miss you while you're off to Aussie, but hopefully it brings you an amazing joy and peace. Thank you so much for being my friend.

Twister_00: You Canadians are all so freakin awesome! I'm thankful you're my friend.

NikkiFooFoo: There are only a few people on here that I can always count on making me smile, even though they aren't doing anything but taking photos. You're one of them. So adorable and fun. And your interaction with your husband just brings me joy.

Mand-Eye: The best writer I know on here, thank you for letting me be a part of your life and being such a great encourager.

Snowfire11Ro: So talented. So sweet. Thank you for being great.

Andrea With A Camera: Thank you for all your encouragement. Your talent is so amazing and I love being able to see such great work day in and day out.

sictransitgloria: Similar to CI above, if all teachers were like you guys, we'd be so much better off. I love your cute outfits and challenging questions. I find myself always making sure I check them out and challenge myself to answer them. Thanks for all you do.

OK, I left off so many people. I know I did. I'm sorry. But thank you all for being such a crucial part of my life at such a difficult time.

Fermarsi a guardare delle cose che non

cercano di farsi guardare, e non sembra neppure che siano fatte per

essere guardate: sono filari, sono cipressi, sono prati, sono campi

lavorati. C'è una ragione in tutto questo, uno scopo, un utile. E tu

invece li guardi, ti fermi lì, e quasi a bocca aperta, come fosse uno

spettacolo meraviglioso. Ed è uno spettacolo meraviglioso: un attimo

di sospensione, uno jato felice fra ieri e domani, in cui ad un tratto

l'oggi t'attraversa e si ferma: qualcosa che merita di essere vissuto.

Né si consuma.

Cesare Brandi - da "Addio Toscana"

To stop and look at things that don't even try to attract you: rows, cypresses, meadows, fields.

They all have a reason, a purpose, a profit.

But you look at them, you stop there, almost gaping as in front of a wonderful show.

And it is a wonderful show indeed: a moment when time seems to stop, a merry hiatus between your yesterday and your tomorrow.

Suddenly , time stops inside you; something deserving to be lived.

And it doesn't end.

(my plain translation; sorry for any mistakes).

© Leanne Boulton, All Rights Reserved

Candid street photography from Glasgow, Scotland. A busker playing some impressive guitar licks while his well trained pooch collects all of the cash. Deserving of a wide-angle shot and best viewed full screen - enjoy!

Even though Naomi and I left the Greek Cyclades quite a few weeks ago, I feel like in some way, they still haven’t left me. For a brief moment every morning when I wake up, I instinctively feel as though I should still be there, awaking to the soft golden light of dawn, the calls of the birds and the melody of the Aegean Sea. There’s a harmony in those early hours of the day, especially on some of the more outward and touristically quiet islands we visited. I truly believe we found a form of simplistic paradise there and it seems to have stolen a piece of my heart.

Don’t get me wrong, Oia—the shining gem of the Island of Santorini and shown in it’s splendor here—is a paradise well deserving of the international attention it receives. Unfortunately, that same attention results in the influx of millions of people, causing the streets to become way too crowded to walk, the hotel prices to raise, the restaurants too expensive to justify purchasing simple meals, and the chances of having a personal connection with this beautiful city much less likely at all times other than the early morning hours.

Is Oia beautiful, yes. Is it worth visiting and photographing, of course - but if you want to experience the real Cyclades, jump on a ferry boat and explore some I of these amazing islands as well!

To learn the techniques I used to shoot and post-process this image, you can find all the info about my new tutorial video series by visiting: www.fstoppers.com/elialocardi

The Union League of Philadelphia, founded in 1862 as a patriotic society to support the policies of Abraham Lincoln, is today a private members-only club. Founded by Philadelphia society, it remains a bastion of the elite; among its 3,300 members are leaders in business, academia, law, medicine, politics, religion and the arts. Members gather to socialize, dine, network, attend events, exercise and relax in the 1865 Second Empire-style building. The club is ranked first on the Five Star Platinum Club list. The Union League of Philadelphia is the oldest and most prominent of the remaining loyalty leagues. Founded in 1862 as a patriotic society to support the Union and the policies of President Abraham Lincoln, it laid the philosophical foundation of other Union Leagues across a nation torn by Civil War. It has given loyal support to the American military in all conflicts since. Its motto is "Love of Country Leads." As in 1862, its members prize tradition and represent the Philadelphia region's elite in business, education, religion as well as the arts and culture. Although no longer exclusively Republican or male in membership, The Union League of Philadelphia has maintained its identity as distinctly traditional and politically conservative.[dubious – discuss][citation needed] The club has hosted U.S. presidents, heads of state, industrialists, entertainers and visiting dignitaries from around the world. The club's building, a classic Second Empire-style structure with a brick and brownstone façade and dramatic twin circular staircases leading to the main entrance on Broad Street, was designed by John Fraser and completed in May 1865 [the opening was originally scheduled for March 1865, with President Lincoln in attendance, but was delayed due to wartime construction supply shortages]. In 1905, Philadelphia architect (and Union League member) Horace Trumbauer won a design competition to build major additions to the building. The Beaux Arts-style additions, completed in 1910 and 1911, expanded the length of the building to a city block. The building was listed on the National Register of Historic Places in 1979. Adorning the walls and hallways is the club's collection of art and artifacts, a chronicle of Philadelphia's imprint upon the American landscape. A Heritage Center was added to provide a permanent place to store and display the extensive collection of Civil War-related documents and objects. While much of the historical content is located at the Heritage Center, the club does maintain a large library for members with more than 26,000 volumes. Members can check out books or read them in the library at their leisure. Also inside the club are three restaurants for members to enjoy; Café Meredith, Founders and 1862 by Martin Hamann, each with a distinct cuisine. The club has three charitable foundations: the Abraham Lincoln Foundation, the Youth Work Foundation and the Scholarship Foundation which educate the public about U.S. history, recognize student role models in schools and provide awards and scholarships to deserving students.

en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Union_League_of_Philadelphia

Adults are 17–22 cm long with a 42–56.3 cm wingspan. They can weigh from 54 to 151 g (1.9 to 5.3 oz) with an average of around 80 g (2.8 oz),making them one of the smallest owls in North America.They are close to the size of an American robin. The northern saw-whet owl has a very sophisticated hearing. Such accurate sound localization allows it to hunt in a complete darkness by hearing alone (Source: Wikipedia)

THANK YOU! THANK YOU ! FOR ALL THE VIEWS, FAVES COMMENTS AND EXPLORE!

February 23, 2017

Congratulations! Very Deserving 'Explore' Capture!

As Viewed & Truly Admired with 'Excellence' at our pool!

"You've Been Explored!"( Explore Photos Only! )

'Thank You' For Sharing Your 'Beautiful' Work!

Deserving Verse...

The Cape Agulhas Lighthouse is at Cape Agulhas, the southernmost tip of Africa. At 171 years old, it is the third-built lighthouse in South Africa, and the second-oldest still operating, after Green Point. It is located on the southern edge of the village of L'Agulhas, in the Agulhas National Park; the light is operated by Transnet National Ports Authority. In 2016, the American Society of Civil Engineers (ASCE) identified the lighthouse as a deserving prominent historic engineering project and International Historic Civil Engineering Landmark.

A lighthouse at Cape Agulhas was suggested by Colonel Charles Collier Michell, the Surveyor-General of the Cape, in March 1837. A public meeting at Cape Town on 11 July 1840 resolved to raise funds for the construction of the lighthouse, and Michiel van Breda, the founder of Bredasdorp, offered to donate the land on which it was to be built. Apart from local contributions, funds were received from Bombay, Calcutta, Madras, Manila, St Helena and London; by June 1843 the sum raised was £1,479.3s.9d (£1,479.19).

In 1847, the government of the Cape Colony agreed to fund the construction at a cost of £15,871; building work began in April and was completed in December 1848, and the light was first lit on 1 March 1849. Originally, it was fuelled by the tail-fat of sheep, but in 1905 an oil-burning lantern was installed. In March 1910, the lens was replaced with a first-order Fresnel lens. In 1929, the oil burner was replaced by a petroleum vapour burner, which was in turn replaced in 1936 by a four-kilowatt electric lamp powered by a diesel generator.

In 1968, the lighthouse was taken out of service, and the light moved to an aluminum tower, as it was discovered that the sandstone walls were crumbling due to excessive weathering. The building was declared a national monument in 1973 and is also a Western Cape provincial heritage site. Restoration and reconstruction was performed by the Bredasdorp Shipwreck Museum and the local council, and the lighthouse was recommissioned in 1988.

In 2016, the American Society of Civil Engineers (ASCE) identified the lighthouse as a deserving prominent historic engineering project and International Historic Civil Engineering Landmark.

The lighthouse consists of a round tower, 27 metres (89 ft) high and painted red with a white band, that is attached to the keeper's house, which now contains a museum and restaurant. The design of the building was inspired by the Pharos of Alexandria. The focal plane of the light is 31 metres (102 ft) above high water; the range of the 7.5 megacandela lantern is 30 nautical miles (56 km; 35 mi). The rotating optic gives off one white flash every five seconds.

All the buildings are known as the "Lord Leycester".

The Lord Leycester is a medieval treasure with a 700 year unbroken legacy of people living on this site and a precious collection of half-timbered buildings.

The first building was the original chapel, built in 1123.

Between 1385 and 1430 the medieval Guilds built the half-timbered buildings as a centre to govern the town, house travellers and provide support to the deserving poor. In 1571 Robert Dudley, Queen Elizabeth I’s favoured courtier, established a community of Master and Brethren in the old Guild buildings. The Brethren were, and still are, deserving military who served Crown and Country and were carefully selected to live here. We are Warwickshire’s answer to the Chelsea Pensioners but smaller and older!

Today the Hospital is run by the Master, a retired military officer. The eight ex-servicemen and their wives who live here, are provided with almshouses, carry out ceremonial duties and act as guides for visitors.

There's a Lesser and a Greater Yellowlegs. Yes, they both have yellow legs. I just looked up the difference and the lesser is, you guessed it, lesser, but only in size, not in character. The telltale is, however, the length of the bill. It's 2-2 1/2 as long as the width of the head on the Greater and only 1-1 1/2 on the Lesser. I've made my scientific measurement and have determined with the authority I'm not deserving that is, my friends, a Lesser. Whew, I'm glad that's settled, at least until I'm corrected by those more adept at bird identification. You are welcome to chime in.

✧Tune✧

"Ic eom Shateiel,

Swurd þæs Dēman and Scyld þæs Gefrætwan,

Ic gān on þām weg of sār and wracu to forðian hit ofer þā þe wierðe synt,

þā forspillendan þæs Gefrætwan,

sē fūlnes and swingellan þisses flēos and ōðre.

On swilcum tīdum swā hit is se sweord and se scyld þe weardiaþ þā þe ne magon heora sylf weardian,

lǣdan þā þe ne magon heora sylf lǣdan,

and dēman þā þe wiþsacan þām dōme wiþ Gefrætwan.

Þū tǣcst þone weg and ic hit gewyrcean sceal. "

Translation

" I am Shateiel ,

Sword of Judgment and the Shield of Balance,

I walk the path of pain and retribution to deliver it upon those who are deserving,

the destroyers of balance,

the taint and scourge of this plane and others.

In times as such it is the sword and shield that will guard those who cannot guard themselves,

guide those who cannot guide themselves,

and judge those who deny the judgment against balance.

You point the way and I shall have it done."

RP character, The Intangible at Howling Hills, modern supernatural sim

I hope you find what you’re looking for out there.

I hope you find the kind of happiness that exists on your own terms. I hope you truly take the time to figure out what moves you, what encourages your soul, what you deeply crave from life, and I hope you have the courage to chase that. I hope you have the courage to believe that you are deserving of everything you desire, that you are capable and worthy of curating the kind of life for yourself that sparks something within you. You have a fire inside of you — I hope you never let convenience, or comfort, or the easiness of standing still put it out. I hope you show the world what you can do with all of that passion inside of you.

-Bianca Sparacino

Tachycineta thalassina,

Santa Margarita Lake.

San Luis Obispo Co., California

"“If we lavished any superlatives on the Tree Swallow—and our memory misgives us that we did—we regret it now. Not but that the Tree Swallow is strictly deserving—oh, a very deserving bird—but we needed all our superlatives for present use, and one hates to repeat. What shall we do for the Violet-green Swallows? Simply this: we will call them children of heaven.” William Leon Dawson, The Birds of California, 1923

The back of an adult male Violet-green Swallow is described as green or "bronzy-green, usually tinged with purple or purplish-bronze" but here the angle of light makes the purple show without the green. (See also adjacent photo of female.)

Using their heads to brush aside tons of snow to reach the grasses and sedges that lay below is exhausting work and well deserving of a rest now and then.

The Lamar Valley - Yellowstone National Park

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SALVATION THROUGH FAITH IN CHRIST JESUS ALONE!

❤️❤️ IT'S ALL JESUS AND NONE OF OURSELVES! ❤️❤️

Matthew Chapter 10

1 He called his twelve disciples to him and gave them authority to drive out evil spirits and to heal every disease and sickness.

2 These are the names of the twelve apostles: first, Simon (who is called Peter) and his brother Andrew; James son of Zebedee, and his brother John;3 Philip and Bartholomew; Thomas and Matthew the tax collector; James son of Alphaeus, and Thaddaeus;4 Simon the Zealot and Judas Iscariot, who betrayed him.

5 These twelve Jesus sent out with the following instructions: "Do not go among the Gentiles or enter any town of the Samaritans.6 Go rather to the lost sheep of Israel.7 As you go, preach this message: 'The kingdom of heaven is near.'8 Heal the sick, raise the dead, cleanse those who have leprosy, drive out demons. Freely you have received, freely give.9 Do not take along any gold or silver or copper in your belts;10 take no bag for the journey, or extra tunic, or sandals or a staff; for the worker is worth his keep.

11 "Whatever town or village you enter, search for some worthy person there and stay at his house until you leave.12 As you enter the home, give it your greeting.13 If the home is deserving, let your peace rest on it; if it is not, let your peace return to you.14 If anyone will not welcome you or listen to your words, shake the dust off your feet when you leave that home or town.15 I tell you the truth, it will be more bearable for Sodom and Gomorrah on the day of judgment than for that town.16 I am sending you out like sheep among wolves. Therefore be as shrewd as snakes and as innocent as doves.

17 "Be on your guard against men; they will hand you over to the local councils and flog you in their synagogues.18 On my account you will be brought before governors and kings as witnesses to them and to the Gentiles.19 But when they arrest you, do not worry about what to say or how to say it. At that time you will be given what to say,20 for it will not be you speaking, but the Spirit of your Father speaking through you.

21 "Brother will betray brother to death, and a father his child; children will rebel against their parents and have them put to death.22 All men will hate you because of me, but he who stands firm to the end will be saved.23 When you are persecuted in one place, flee to another. I tell you the truth, you will not finish going through the cities of Israel before the Son of Man comes.

24 "A student is not above his teacher, nor a servant above his master.25 It is enough for the student to be like his teacher, and the servant like his master. If the head of the house has been called Beelzebub, how much more the members of his household!

26 "So do not be afraid of them. There is nothing concealed that will not be disclosed, or hidden that will not be made known.27 What I tell you in the dark, speak in the daylight; what is whispered in your ear, proclaim from the roofs.28 Do not be afraid of those who kill the body but cannot kill the soul. Rather, be afraid of the One who can destroy both soul and body in hell.29 Are not two sparrows sold for a penny? Yet not one of them will fall to the ground apart from the will of your Father.30 And even the very hairs of your head are all numbered.31 So don't be afraid; you are worth more than many sparrows.

32 "Whoever acknowledges me before men, I will also acknowledge him before my Father in heaven.33 But whoever disowns me before men, I will disown him before my Father in heaven.

34 "Do not suppose that I have come to bring peace to the earth. I did not come to bring peace, but a sword.35 For I have come to turn

"'a man against his father,

a daughter against her mother,

a daughter-in-law against her mother-in-law-- 36 a man's enemies will be the members of his own household.'

37 "Anyone who loves his father or mother more than me is not worthy of me; anyone who loves his son or daughter more than me is not worthy of me;38 and anyone who does not take his cross and follow me is not worthy of me.39 Whoever finds his life will lose it, and whoever loses his life for my sake will find it.

40 "He who receives you receives me, and he who receives me receives the one who sent me.41 Anyone who receives a prophet because he is a prophet will receive a prophet's reward, and anyone who receives a righteous man because he is a righteous man will receive a righteous man's reward.42 And if anyone gives even a cup of cold water to one of these little ones because he is my disciple, I tell you the truth, he will certainly not lose his reward." (Matthew 10)

So you'll KNOW, and not think you're to bad for God to love. The Christian LIFE isn't about how good WE are, because NONE of us are! It's about how GOOD JESUS IS! Because JESUS LOVES US, so much he died in our place and took the punishment for all of our sins on himself. The wages of sin is DEATH, and Jesus died that death for YOU and I. The good news is there no more punishment for sin left, we were and are all born forgive as a result of the crucifixion of God himself on the cross that took away the sins of the whole world. All we have to do is believe it, and put your Faith in the finished work of Jesus Christ. That my friends is REAL UNCONDITIONAL LOVE! YOU ARE LOVED. ❤️ ✝️ ❤️

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Thanks for the comments and faves everyone. This photo actually made it to #1 on Explore for Feb 24. I've never had that happen. I'm sure there are more deserving photos, but I'm really glad people enjoyed this shot so much.

Flipping photos for a change in perspective is something I do occasionally in post-processing and sometimes try to think about when taking a shot. If you're interested, I made a small set called Upside Down for these type of images.

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G&W's Québec Gatineau Railway took control of 278 miles of former Canadian Pacific trackage in the Québec province back in November 1997. Since then, they bring back an huge amount of railcars on their rails and made profitable stretch of trackage nearly abandoned by the former owner.

It was the case with the "North Shore" or CP's Lachute subdivision, running on the north shore of the Outaouais River linking Montréal, Québec's biggest city with Ottawa, Canada's capital.

In the last years of CP tenure, they even mothballed the line for a 35 miles stretch between Lachute and Thurso deserving both ends from either Ottawa or Montréal for the remaining customers.

Trafic never reached back the golden years of the line but QG assured a steady service over the years and three customers can still be found in the Gatineau area and guarantee three trips per week over this accessible and scenic line.

QG 738-22

2300 2008

Milepost 72.9 Lachute subdivision

Montebello,QC

January 22nd 2019

Kookaburra , one of the roof top brigade .. they prefer to be fed up on the roof .

FTP Brisbane

Mount Sir Donald is a captivating sight. When I find myself in its presence, I can not help but feel a sense of awe, combined with a sudden feeling of being very small. This impressive peak dominates the skyline above Rogers Pass, piercing the sky as it reaches to a prominence far above its surroundings. It’s beautiful, classic North-West Ridge clearly visible in its entirety as one rounds one of the last corners before climbing the final hill to Rogers Pass west of Revelstoke.

I had been here five years prior. Thwarted by weather.

I had been here the year before that, thwarted by inexperience and a lack of speed.

This time, a seasoned alpinist with years of experience under my belt, I finally got around to giving it another go. We woke to clear July skies and a warm breeze. A good day was to be had.

We scrambled to the Uto / Sir Donald Col, in time to watch the alpenglow envelope the land surrounding us. Roping up on a short rope system, I took the lead as we placed our hands on the wonderful, solid quartzite and made our way up the ridge. The climbing was wonderful, and easy. Sticking to the ridge as countless guides suggest, we find the climbing never harder than 5.4… Indeed, one more than one occasion the other end of my rope hollered up to politely request I place more protection. Protection was usually a sling around a block or a horn, maybe the occasional cam (We only brought three or four). Glorious, cruising, but not without insane exposure. In fact, this is one of the wildest ridges I have ever been on. Nearly a vertical kilometre of climbing, and the exposure is pretty much constant. I thrive on this, and found it utterly exhilirating!

Coming on about 6 hours, we were at the final steep bit before the summit. We lengthened the rope and belayed the final couple pitches. Because, why not slow down and take it all in. Finally, around noon. We arrived. I led to the summit, threw together an anchor, clipped in, and yelled a gleeful “Secure at the top of Mount Sir Donald!!!” to Nicole down below. Finally. After looking at this majestic peak for the better part of the last decade, I stood upon its head. And that view. absolutely unreal. I have been to the Bugaboos, and the climbing there is deserving of its title of world class. It is still my favourite place on the planet to climb. But the prominence of Sir Donald, and the 360 degree views on offer from the top, are truly second to none!

We pounded at the top for over an hour. A rarity in climbing, but this was a moment to savour. We dug out the summit register, laughed at the sheer absurdity of Nicole being stung by a wasp at the summit, and discussed the long descent which awaited us. Summits are interesting places. The sheer euphoria of being at the top inevitably is replaced by the melancholy of realizing one eventually needs to leave, and the knowledge that the most dangerous part of the day is still ahead of us. We discuss and acknowledge the hazards, and commit to double checking each other at every step of the descent.

And so we begin heading down. A few rappels from the top, then some down climbing, then more rappels, then more down climbing. Repeat. Repeat. Repeat. All in all we did 19 rappels, and to make it more fun the wind picked up dramatically after we left the summit block. Sometimes when we tossed the rope down it blew back up the mountain. Just one more challenge, but it is all part of the game. We were tired, but overjoyed. We made sure to enjoy the descent after all. We had just climbed the NW Ridge of Mt. Sir Donald. Today was a great day. :)

Night Photography on the Alps

This is the Cadin della Neve, Cadini di Misurina (Dolomites), the place where I've mounted my tent in the only "flat" available spot between stones.

The patches of snow and ice have provided me all the water needed for drinking and cooking :-)

Finding the right strategic place - and spending the night right there - is the most effective way that allows me to seek for particular pictures during the most deserving hours of the day.

Usually it's necessary to wait hours to get the right light conditions, or, at least, have the opportunity to frame a very special moment that allows to respectfully document the place and, at the same time, does not fall within the classic cliché of the "vacation photo".

In fact, starting from the evening, also this couloir proved to be quite a lovely photogenic subject, especially because its top is pointing exactly to the south, so at night you can see the Milky Way straight wedged inside the canyon! A real show and a severe environment that doesn't happen to see every day.

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Battersea was one of the spots in London I chose to visit that was not frequently included on the usual "must see" lists. I think I found it by browsing Google Maps looking for large parks and then became intrigued by the Battersea name. Of course once I saw images of the old power plant building I knew I had to take the relatively long Tube ride down to check it out. While the old power plant building itself is definitely deserving of being the star attraction in this area the shopping center that surrounded it was also pretty interesting in terms of its architecture. I wandered around it for a good long while knowing that I was looking for something but not quite finding the right angle to photograph it from. Turns out it wasn't until I had walked through the power plant building to the river on the other side, then over, around and through Battersea Park next door, and finally returned to this area to head for the Tube stop that I found this spot - the spot I was looking for. It just so lined up that it was the perfect spot for a pinhole camera loaded with black and white film... which I also just happened to have with me.

Zero Image 2000

Kodak TMax 100

We're all such good people when distant from ourselves

in flight, in fright at the very sight of ourselves in the global fight

to appease the forms we fill-in the slavery of common sense coming to light

now we take a look around from caustic dreams sunrising themselves

to be...to be still within a cavernous emotional front-ground

with our backs against the empty wall of silence

the background of existence is one of a deeper ambivalence

that of staying down when our world is up in the air, unbound

crazy is the learning curve that needs accompaniment

that exodus of feeling when home comforts emptiness

what togetherness supplies when the heart transmits allusiveness,

when it beats loud and clear it's over and out, emigrating a bestowment

the promise of never being hurt (again) heaves the essence of living

we're all deserving of such a resolution, that which is adept,

yet none should be the recipent of one poorly kept-

by another's careless windswept drifts of misgiving

sometimes crying is apt for the shame of difficulty

but pain comes with the guarantee of a distant sunrise

just like you or me, we're the emphatic breath of hope in disguise

infrequently recognised as the gift of life within individual personality

morbidity may be a weightless apathy toward the groundless empathy

for this we must fly the course headstrong into it's antitrade

a voyage of discovery within us all tends to the inner crusade

for the gliding inapthy has the air of certitude so praiseworthy.

by anglia24

11h00: 04/06/2008

©2008anglia24

In 1593, the Ferdinand College was inaugurated at 102 via Santa Maria. The great portal in marble and the bust of the Grand Duke are works by Raffaele Pagni. Ferdinand I wanted to open its doors to all deserving students, even those who did not have the opportunity to pay for their studies.

The former Bennett School, Millbrook, NY

Since I've been doing photography, I've realized how many of life's moments we just fritter away and let slip through our fingers. There are memories we wish we could remember better, having them enblazened on our minds like the burn of a red-hot, branding iron, but which we lost the clarity of through the blur of time.

This day in 2008 was a stolen moment. It was a few weeks before Christmas, and I'd gone to see my former boss at the fabric store where I used to work before being layed off. There was a Christmas Parade, so I couldn't get through, and so I stopped along the river at one of the local parks to take some photos and kill time. Instead, I think I made it live.

During this time, my mother was dying. I was home almost 24/7 with her, and that one month was one of the only times in the last six years where I wasn't doing much photography. I didn't have time, and didn't have energy. Mom demanded most of my reserves, as she was a C.O.P.D. patient, and would go into respiratory failure. Only a few days after this photo was taken, she fell for her first and only time. I was getting very little sleep, and was afraid to leave her for very long, but she was doing better that day, and I needed to take a few moments for myself, which I felt incredibly guilty about.

The day seemed oddly blank. There was little color in it, and though there were countless seagulls and water birds, the reminder of impending death was there, as well. There was a bird with a gangrenous foot that I knew would die soon, and of course, my thoughts drifted back to my own life, and my mother, wondering if her oxygen was turned up enough, or if she was managing getting around the house without me there. It seemed that attempting to grab a few, precious moments for myself was not going as planned I don't remember much about the day except the few moments I spent looking out over the hazy, colorless river.

On Christmas Day, my mom passed away. sometimes I think if I'd known I would've lost her so soon, I wouldn't have left her side for a minute. Then again, it was the fact that I retained the memory of who I was that helped me get past the grief ahead, and the few quiet moments I had to spend with God that helped give me the strength that I lacked to go on. I learned through that time that you can give and give until you're spent, but if there's nothing left of you, there's nothing left to help anyone else with, either. Jesus said to love your neighbor as yourself. He didn't say MORE than yourself. It's not wrong to care about yourself. It's only wrong when you AWAYS place yourself before others. Some of us, like my mother, always put themselves in the Giver role, reducing their own self worth until they literally despise themselves. The unfortunate side effect of this is that they don't view others as better, or more deserving of the sacrifices they make for them, but rather, underneath it all, resent other people. It's a passive/agressive thing, I guess. I watched my mother do that for years, always sacrificing and helping, but letting herself go and suffering. She was bitter and unhappy. She felt guilty if she took care of herself. We're taught to be selfless, but on the other hand, we're people, each worthy of respect and dignity. Bottom line: you have to take care of, and care FOR yourself, or you're no good to anyone, including yourself, and including God!

So, this respite was a meager attempt at being healthy, and it's funny to me how it stands out in my mind now. You can't escape your troubles, but you can diminish them a little, it seems. It's a melancholy memory.

I posted this photo before, but this is a new edit. I'm taking advantage of Picnik's textures while I still can. This shot has three layers of texture on it. One wouldn't give me the effect I wanted. I hope it's not coming out too dark. The computer I'm working on today has a very bright screen, so let me know if it is, and I'll fix it!

Quizás sea muy común, pero no deja de ser elegante, activo, vigilante, cazador empedernido; si se quiere, es tierno, al punto de no merecer el nombre de Tirano Tropical. Tyrannus melancholicus. Urb. Ciruelas, Alajuela. Noviembre, 2018.

Perhaps it is very common in my country, but it does not stop being elegant, active, vigilant, inveterate hunter; if you like, it is tender, to the point of not deserving the name of Tropical Tyrant. Tyrannus melancholicus. Urb. Ciruelas, Alajuela. November, 2018

Of our 50-odd warblers, none is more deserving of the title "US National Warbler" than the Common Yellowthroat. Found in all states and in all seasons, this warbler unites us all regardless of where we bird. Here seen at Lake St. Clair Metropark, MI.

I love this arch in the Alabama Hills!!

Its not well known and not easy to locate ( I needed a GPS and a bit of luck to find it!!! All of this scenery looks exactly the same so finding the arch is a bit like looking for a needle in a haystack...)

Taken from behind the Arch the rock looks just like an elephant at rest with the tiny arch representing its trunk!

This is a VAST panorama with the Sierra Nevada as a wonderful backdrop, with Mount Whitney nicely highlighted right in the middle of the photo...

And then of course there is the sky! I loved the wispy clouds mixed with lovely blue colours... I know its very bad form to go 50-50 with a landscape picture ( against the 'recommended' rule of thirds ) but I think this sky is fully deserving of breaking all normal rules!

In summary, a unique picture which I hope you will enjoy!!

yeah, I kinda suck at this self-snapshot thing, but I usually just "take a deep breath, babe" and go with it. I was tres unhappy with my result for the barbarian piece and as the piece was important to me (the happening, not the photograph) I tried to shoot it again. This is pretty much what I was after... greed and over-indulgence, worship of money (fake fake). It isn't perfect, but pretty much nothing I do is. I can't let it stop me. lol. don't let it stop you! get up off the couch and start doing not wishing (my motto).

anyway reprinted just because:

Once upon a time in South Central LA there was a beautiful communal garden among the rank concrete. With 360 plots it fed 350 families nutritious foods. The people would grow foods not found in the markets. The people would grow medicinal plants because they didn't have access to health care. They grew for themselves and sold to the community. If you needed medicine, you were often given it for free because it was essential to your well being.

The gardens grew more than food, they grew community, pride and acted as a shelter from violence and gangs.

Local government saw fit to plough it under in order to make way for a warehouse. No matter that South Central houses many warehouses. No matter the people protested. No matter it provided so much to marginalized peoples. No matter that the government wouldn't dare to take away green spaces used by wealthy whites.

I wish the people in charge had to go live some-where awful until they learned THEY ARE NOT ENTITLED. Being white and rich does not make you a better person. You are not deserving.

Cops in riot gear clubbed gardeners while machines ruined everything.

source: Escape From Suburbia

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A couple of months ago I shared this image, taken on the south summit of Tryfan in Snowdonia, Wales.

It has been shortlisted for the UK Mountain Photo of the Year and is now open to the public vote. To celebrate this is double the image resolution of the previous version I shared, for you to enjoy. If you like this image and think it is deserving of the overall title, then please click the following link which will take you to the competition voting page. All you need to do is click the image you want to vote for (hopefully this one!) and click vote! That is it, no signing up or anything.

Here is the link www.livefortheoutdoors.com/Latest/Search-Results/Competit...

Thank you so much for your continued support :)

"All tyranny needs to gain a foothold is for people of good conscience

to remain silent. "

Thomas Jefferson

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Twelve Biblical Reasons For Wanting To Spend One Hour With Jesus In

The Blessed Sacrament

1. He is really there!

"I myself Am the Living Bread come down from Heaven." (Jn 6:35)

2. Day and night Jesus dwells in the Blessed Sacrament because of his

Infinite love for you!

"Behold I will be with you always even to the end of the world,"

because "I have loved you with an everlasting love, and constant is My

affection for you." (Mt 28:20; Jer 31:3)

3. The specific way that Jesus asks you to love Him in return is to

spend one quiet hour with Him in the Blessed Sacrament.

"Where your treasure is, there is your heart...." "Could you not watch

one hour with Me?" (Mt 6:21; 26:40)

4. When you look upon the Sacred Host, you look upon Jesus, the Son of

God.

"Indeed, this is the will of My Father, that everyone who looks upon

the Son and believes in Him shall have eternal life. Him I will raise

up on the last day." (Jn 6:40)

5. Each moment that you spend in His Eucharistic Presence will

increase His Divine Life within you and deepen your personal

relationship and friendship with Him.

"I have come that you may have life, and have it more abundantly." "I

am the Vine and you are the branches. Whoever remains in Me and I in

Him shall bear much fruit because without Me, you can do nothing." (Jn

15:5)

6. Each hour you spend with Jesus will deepen His Divine Peace in your

heart.

"Come to Me all of you who are weary and find life burdensome and I

will refresh you..." "Cast all of you anxieties upon the One who cares

for you..." "My Peace is My Gift to you." (Mt 11:28; 5:7; Jn 14:17)

7. Jesus will give you all the Graces you need to be happy!

"The Lamb on the Throne will shepherd them. He will lead them to the

springs of life-giving water." (Rev 7:17)

8. Jesus is infinitely deserving of our unceasing thanksgiving and

adoration for all He has done for our salvation.

"Worthy is the Lamb that was slain to receive honor, glory and

praise." (Rev. 5:12)

9. For Peace in our country!

"When My people humble themselves and seek My Presence... I will

revive their land." (2Chr 7:14)

10. Each hour you spend with Jesus on earth will leave your soul

everlastingly more beautiful and glorious in heaven!

"They who humble themselves shall be exalted...." "All of us, gazing

on the Lord's glory with unveiled faces, are being transformed from

glory to glory into His very image." (Lk 18:14; 2Cor 3:18)

11. Jesus will bless you, your family and the whole world for this

hour of faith you spend with Him in the Blessed Sacrament.

"Blessed are they who do not see and yet believe..." "Faith can move

mountains..." " What is needed is trust... " "Behold I come to make all things new." (Jn 20:29; Mk 11:23; Mk 5:36; Rev 21:5)

12. Each moment you spend with Jesus in the Blessed Sacrament brings

joy, pleasure, and delight to His Sacred Heart!

"My joy, My pleasure, My delight is to be with you." (Prov 8:31)

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Rancor Is Poison to Soul, Says Pope

Urges Faithful on Holy Thursday to Forgive

ROME, MARCH 20, 2008 (Zenit.org).- Don't allow the soul to be poisoned by rancor, Benedict XVI urged the faithful at the Mass of the Lord's Supper

During this evening's Mass in the Basilica of St. John Lateran, the Pope reflected on the need for interior purification as a condition to live in communion with God and with each other.

"This is what Holy Thursday exhorts," he said, "do not let rancor toward others become poison for the soul. It exhorts us to continually purify our memory, forgiving each other from the heart, washing one another's feet, so as to be able to go all together toward the banquet of God.

"Day after day we are covered by numerous forms of filth, of empty words, prejudices, reduced and altered wisdom; a multiplicity of falsities filter in continuously to our most intimate being.

"All this obscures and contaminates our soul, it threatens us with being incompetence with regard to the truth or the good."

The Holy Father said Christ synthesized charity and purification with the gesture of washing the feet of his disciples.

"If we take the words of Jesus with an attentive heart, they become true cleansers, purifiers of the soul, of the interior of man," the Pontiff said. "This is what the Gospel of the washing of the feet invites us to: allow ourselves to be washed again with this pure water, to be capable of communion with God and with our brothers and sisters."

To the end

"Not only water, but blood also flowed from the side of Jesus after the soldier pierced him with his sword. Jesus didn't only speak, he didn't just leave us with words," Benedict XVI continued. "He surrendered himself. He washes us with the sacred power of his blood, that is to say, with his surrender 'until the end,' until the cross.

"His word is something more than simple speaking; it is flesh and blood 'for the life of the world.' In the holy sacraments, the Lord kneels down again before our feet and he purifies us. Let us ask him that we become ever more penetrated by the sacred washing of his love and in this way remain truly purified."

The Pope added, "We have a need for 'the washing of the feet,' the washing of the sins of each day, and for this reason, we need to confess our sins.

"We have to recognize that also in our new identity as baptized persons we sin. We have the need of confession just as it has taken shape in the sacrament of reconciliation.

"In it, the Lord washes always anew our soiled feet and we can sit down at the table with him."

During the liturgy, the Holy Father washed the feet of a dozen priests, and during the presentation of the gifts, the Pontiff was presented a monetary offering that will be sent to the orphanage "La Edad De Oro" (The Golden Age) in Havana.

With the Mass of the Lord's Supper, Benedict XVI began the Easter triduum that commemorates the passion, death and resurrection of Jesus Christ.

On Good Friday the Holy Father will participate in the celebration of the Passion of the Lord in St. Peter's Basilica, and in the evening, will preside over the Way of the Cross at the Colosseum.

This species is only known from high elevation bogs and heaths with wild blueberries (the host plant). A remnant of a formerly widespread species that now (closest to Maryland) persists only in an isolated area in Dolly Sods Wilderness and other similar high elevation habitats in Tucker County, West Virginia.

Based on my research, this species' last record in Maryland is from 1985. There are no recent records of this species in the neighboring Virginia. Today, principally found in high elevations of Tucker County, West Virginia in isolated populations.

Certainly an S1 (Highly state rare) species deserving of conservation status.

For identification purposes, this species is similar to the common and widespread Colias philodice and Colias eurytheme, but note the signature pink edging on the fringes and the single circle (rather than two unequal circles) at the end of the discal cell.

I continue to enjoy the wildlife in my yard this season. It’s not that I didn’t enjoy it in the past but I think I spent more time searching for some of the creatures with which I am less accustomed. This morning, the bumble bees, hummingbirds, and butterflies all seem to be making good use of the flower gardens. It’s wonderful to see them savoring the flowers in bloom. It’s even more thrilling to see them in a new perspective. Bumble bees are not aggressive. Males can’t even sting. Females are capable of stinging repeatedly, however, they truly have to be provoked. In short, the humble bumble is an important pollinator deserving of our tolerance. Like most honey bees, their numbers have fallen considerably and one genus (the rusty patched bumble bee) has even been listed as endangered.