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...let him swim in your pool!! He thought about it though. And he has this thing for sticking his head in water.... sticks his whole head in the water bowl..and his paws. He had a great time at Club Ogden with Roscoe!
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Note: I make no judgments and judge no one. I am simply showing the true diversity of what makes L.A. the most beautiful city in the world in my opinion. Not to show it all would be doing street photography an in-justice. I mention this, because the last time I posted a similar image some fellow wrote me a long piece of hate mail and told me to stop offending my flickr friends and those who would stumble on to my offensive stream...
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► █░▓ LAST SUMMER I payed a visit to my watchmaker. After almost four years I was looking forward to se him and replace a battery in my watch. A young woman, which happened to be his daughter in law, stood behind the counter. She said that he had passed away. I was struck. He was a relatively young and good, healthy looking man. A real gentleman, like all watchmakers used to be in old Belgrade.
—She took my condolences and kindly let me take a picture of this old watch in the drawer while I was still confused with what I'd just heard.
This old Eterna watch plays kind of a symbolic roll in my memory. We've been using other devices to read time for a while already. In this electronic day and age not just the watchmakers pass away, as they always have; their craft is dying too. Along with a superb craft of designing and making beautiful watches like this one. Let anyone show me any modern watch design that can distantly match this one.
The time has stopped for the watchmaker and his favorite timepiece; the eternity has obviously opened up. But note that the pointer hasn’t reached ETERNA, and that both the pointers are slightly bent and have a broken part. Even the time – for us humans the boldest, the least malleable and the most insurmountable of all dimensions – has to stop at the gate of eternity.
We will never be truly able to understand eternal life from the perspective of this world. Yet, there are so many people who think that something they don’t fathom cannot be true or even doesn’t exist, just because they cannot grasp it.
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By flinging him across the lawn in the opposite direction, I can sometimes take two full steps before he grabs my heel.
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“and I thought well as well him as another and then I asked him with my eyes to ask again yes and then he asked me would I yes and his heart was going like mad and yes I said yes I will yes.”
― James Joyce
She’s worried by him. He's not looking happy. He seems lost in thought, his mind in a far off place. Yes, she's been watching him, Mrs Claus has. And he's taken to drinking on these long dark nights.
For him, Christmas is complicated this year. The job has always been pretty easy for as long as he can remember. Which is several hundred years. Ever since he took over the job from St Nicholas. But now, and very suddenly.....he's getting cold feet! Of course he tends to the reindeer through the year, and relaxes through the summer with lazy days sitting in the sunshine on the mountainside, cuddled up to Mrs Claus. She's his soul-mate and kindred spirit and they are very much in love. The elfs work away happily in the workshops nearby. There's a great spirit between them and they have a boisterous party in the end hut every Saturday in the summer months, with singing and dancing, and perhaps too much beer.
But all is not well. And it’s not just Christmas 2018 on his mind. Already he’s worried about Christmas 2019 too. Word has it that the major toy suppliers are stockpiling already, causing a shortage of product that’s affecting him now. And what's he going to do if there is a hard Brexit? All the children's gifts are going to be stopped in the French ports it appears . And even if they get through they are warning of long delays and higher prices. Christmas might have to be postponed, or even cancelled. It’s not just about the toys. There’s the staff issue too. He would like to employ more elves to make more toys but his cheap labour of Polish and Romanian elves (There’s also a Syrian elf pretending to be Croatian) will have been forced to go back to their own countries. For God's sake he might even have to employ British elves but they will want higher wages, and manufacturing quality will fall (But at least he can put labels stating "Made in Great Britain" on them to cover up the faults and cracks in them). So many problems. Lord knows, he's even heard that he won't even be able to fly his sleigh across the sky on Christmas Eve because Britain has left the EU. And he will have to pay money for a visa. And the reindeer will need to be quarantined each time they cross a border. And Customs will want to inspect his sack. It all seems so nightmarish.
Yes, Brexit is one headache for Santa, but there's a greater problem on his mind. He's dedicated his life to giving presents to boys and girls all over the world. But this gender equality thing is really vexing him. He is Father Christmas. Yes, a slightly rounded, pale skinned mature gent who loves nothing more than to go He-He-He and make people smile. But he doesn’t adjust to change easily. He’s heard some folk are questioning him. Why does Santa have to be a man, they say? OK, he’s tried to get with this new way of thinking, even suggesting that Mrs Claus comes along on Christmas Eve and helps him get the presents out. A bit of sex equality. He would love her to be there but SHE insists it is a man’s job and she wants to stay in and get the ironing done before they go on holiday on Christmas Day. He’s further stressed that they are asking on social media why he only employs elves and not elfettes? And if he did would they get the same pay? Some are branding him sexist and a misogynist. For generations he has given dolls and more feminine toys to little girls, and cars and construction toys to boys. But now he's not even allowed to think of the children in terms of girls and boys. Who is he to assume they identify with being one or other and give them toys historically associated with their gender? But bad as that is, now there are the ‘others’: neither male or female, despite outward appearances, some who were boys last Christmas, and are now girls....and some who haven't decided yet. How can he possibly plan ahead? Another problem is that there is falling demand for the traditional toys he normally delivers. Kids are so demanding and the number of texts and emails he gets from children demanding…yes DEMANDING the latest smart phone or Playstation console depresses him. Where do they think he will get the money from? And so many have the gall to complain when they don’t get what they want! They even ask to know his Formal Complaint Procedures !!! Who do they think Father Christmas is? The way things are now is just insane for a middle aged gent who has always generously thought on the romantic side of tradition and tried year after year just to make people happy.
Christ! The maniacs in charge of the asylum have already driven him to drink and now they might make him swear in front of Mrs Claus. WTF is going on? How can he single handed keep children's dreams alive when these do-gooders and very unseasonal snowflakes stupidly destroy everything that creates happy, well-rounded children? They will eventually kill Christmas if they get their way. As far as he is concerned if things don’t improve pretty darned quick, he’s had enough and he’s buggering off and he will just find a part-time log cutter’s job somewhere out of the way in Finland. Somewhere he can have a nice quiet, happy life with Mrs Claus and no more late night’s out on Christmas Eve.
Here's wishing all my flickr friends a very Merry Christmas and a happy and healthy New Year. I hope 2019 smiles better.
(PS I had to put a couple of extra stone on just to look more like the real Santa, and just let my body go. I think it is quite a good likeness now)
Ella me ama...
Ella no lo ama a él...
Ella me ama...
Ella no lo ama a él...
Un juego para no perder
She loves me...
She doesn´t loves him...
She loves me...
She doesn´t loves him...
A game to not lose
PADDY: "Look Scout, Cousin Paddington, Jago and Bogart! Look Cabbage and Lettuce! Look Freddy! Brightly coloured Easter eggs everywhere!"
FREDDY: "Goodness Paddy! Where did they come from?"
SCOUT: "The Easter Bunny has been, Freddy! That's who delivered them."
COUSIN PADDINGTON: "The Easter Bunny delivers Easter Eggs to good little boys and girls around the world every year, Freddy!"
SCOUT: "And foxes, Freddy. And good little bears too!"
BOGART: "And pug dogs, too?"
LETTUCE: "Woof-woof!" *Whimpers.*
COUSIN PADDINGTON: "Yes little Bogart, and good little pug dogs too!"
LETUCE: *Wags tail.*
DUCKIE: "And ducks too, Freddy!" *Nods sagely.*
PADDY: "How wonderful. Let's go on an Easter Egg Hunt in the garden and collect as many Easter eggs as we can! Daddy, can you please hold a basket for us to put all these Easter eggs in?"
SCOUT: "Hoorah! An Easter Egg Hunt!" *Jumps up and down.*
COUSIN PADDINGTON: "What a capital idea, Paddy! And look! I have already found one in a box just for me!"
PADDY: "Oh well done Cousin Paddington! Barely out the door and already you have found an egg. What kind is it?"
COUSIN PADDINGTON: "It is a honeycomb Easter egg, Paddy."
BOGART: "Honeycomb Cousin Paddington? Yummy! Grumbly tummy Paddy! Grumbly tummy Daddy!"
GABBAGE and LETTUCE: "Woof! Woof! Woof!" *Wag tails.*
SCOUT: "Let's go Easter egg hunting everybear!"
PADDY: "Hullo everyone! On behalf of Scout, Cousin Paddington, Bogart, Jago, Freddy, Cabbage, Lettuce, Duckie, Daddy and myself I would like to wish all of our Flickr friends and followers a very happy Easter! May the day be filled with lots of fun, laughter and a chocolate Easter egg... or two! We are sending you all lots of special Easter big little bear hugs and snuffly kisses!"
Paddy has managed to share my thoughts most eloquently. A very happy Easter to you all!
My Paddington Bear came to live with me in London when I was two years old (many, many years ago). He was hand made by my Great Aunt and he has a chocolate coloured felt hat, the brim of which had to be pinned up by a safety pin to stop it getting in his eyes. The collar of his mackintosh is made of the same felt. He wears wellington boots made from the same red leather used to make the toggles on his mackintosh.
He has travelled with me across the world and he and I have had many adventures together over the years. He is a very precious member of my small family.
Scout was a gift to Paddy from my friend. He is a Fair Trade Bear hand knitted in Africa. His name comes from the shop my friend found him in: Scout House. He tells me that life was very different where he came from, and Paddy is helping introduce him to many new experiences. Scout catches on quickly, and has proven to be a cheeky, but very lovable member of our closely knit family.
Travelling all the way from London, Cousin Paddington was caught in transit thanks to the Coronavirus pandemic, so it looks like he is stopping with us for a long while. That makes me happy, as the more I look into his happy, smiling face, the more attached I am becoming to him.
Bogart has travelled all the way from Georgia, via Alabama as a gift to me from a friend. He has lovely Southern manners and seems to be a fun and gentle soul with an inquisitive nature.
Jago was a gift from a dear friend in England. He is made of English mohair with suede paw pads and glass eyes. He is a gentle bear, kind and patient who carries an air of calm about him. He is already fitting in with everyone else very nicely.
Freddy Fox is made by Merrythought in England. I bought him, of all places, from a men’s accessory shop in Melbourne’s Block Arcade, called Mr. Wares. Freddy Fox is made of English Mohair with felt paws and glass bead eyes. He has so much charm and charisma that already he is winning hearts with anyone whom he meets, and he is kind and sweet, which makes him an ideal member of our family.
Cabbage is Paddy's Pug Dog. He was a gift to Paddy from a friend who also likes Pugs. He is fiercely loyal to Paddy, Scout, Cousin Paddington and Bogart, but seldom stays around long enough to have his picture taken, as there are always new adventures to sniff out.
Lettuce was a present from my two goddaughters to me to keep Cabbage company. My eldest Goddaughter, Polly, wisely suggested the name Lettuce since we already have Cabbage. She is very soft and sweet natured. She likes cuddles and warm laps a lot and like her older brother Cabbage she likes to sniff out adventures.
Duckie I saw when I was at a Sunday market on a stall of homemade knitted and crocheted items. She caught my eye straight away with her happy, smiley face and bright colours. I think she finds life with my bears intriguing and perhaps a little confusing, however she is learning.
ЕИВК Святой Джозеф
The HIMS St. Joseph, named after the earthly father of our Savior, is Anady'rs first aircraft carrier and the new flagship of the Northern Fleet. Finished in mid-January, laziness prevented it from being published until now. It took about two weeks of solid, Christmas Vacation level uninterrupted work to finish it; I shudder to imagine building this during the school year.
The St. Joseph was fitted with a experimental turbo-electric drive, granting her greatly increased range, speed, and maneuverability. Furthermore, it allowed the St. Joseph to travel forwards and backwards at the same speeds. The powerful generators produce enough electricity to power a small city. However, the system was expensive and took up a lot of space in the ship, and on subsequent carriers it was replaced with a more conventional powerplant.
The initial of the ship's name is painted on the smokestack to help pilots find their way home. These ships are fast and very well-protected, but have a low plane capacity for their size. In addition, the borscht tends to be infested with maggots, rats run wild through the halls, and there's always a strange smell that nobody can get rid of. Eh, the Patriarch says self-mortification is the path to righteousness. There's no way this could backfire.
HIMS St. Joseph:
Fleet Carrier: 8,050pp
+1 armored flight deck
+1 105mm armor
+0 65 planes (30 fighters, 35 TBs)
+0 AA large cannons
+1 speed, 33kn
+1 turboelectric drive
-1 flawed piping
-1 topheavy/high test
-1 no ship's cat
-1 prison food
HIMS St. Basil and others:
Fleet Carrier: 7,000pp
+1 armored flight deck
+1 105mm armor
+0 65 planes (30 fighters, 35 TBs)
+0 AA large cannons
+1 speed, 33kn
-1 topheavy/high test
-1 no ship's cat
-1 prison food
After weeks of development, the Imperial Anadyr Navy would like to present their newest and largest ship, the Olivine. She is a superdreadnought battlecruiser, carrying 12 14" guns and able to cruise at 30 knots. She will divide her time between the Black Sea and the Mediterranean, protecting Anadyr shipping lanes and strategic harbors. In wartime, she will be devoted to hunting down enemy cruisers and smaller capital ships. For her maiden voyage, she is being sent on a cruise to neighboring nations to show off Anadyr naval treats.
Stalking him through the corn stuble was what I spent most of my time doing. These birds are strange....they dont really give much mind to people and big movements, but they also have a distance that they deam comfortable. Luckily, the comfort distance is close enough that a slight crop yields a decent enough photo.
Man, do I love these beautiful birds. I thank God, he sent him to that tree at just the exact time I rolled the window down and picked up my camera. Yes, I think the Holy Spirit was involved with all that and a whole lot more. Thank you Jesus!
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What If I Am Father?
Comedian W.C. Fields was reading the Bible one afternoon when a friend asked him what he was doing. The actor responded wryly, “Looking for loopholes.”
Somewhere within the intended humor of this statement probably lies a revealing glimpse of our often-ironic approach to God. That is, if God is real, there is something irrational about thinking in terms of an entity that can be manipulated; if there is such a thing as truth, there is something ridiculous about defining it to suit ourselves. But we do this regularly.
Author A.J. Jacobs always assumed that religion “would just wither away and we’d live in a neo-Enlightenment world.”(1) When this did not happen, he figured he should examine whether he was missing something essential to being a human or whether half the human population was simply deluded by the existence of God. So he decided to follow literally every command in the Bible for a year—including not trimming his beard and making tassels on the corners of his garments. In his book A Year of Living Biblically, he describes his experiment, which he admits held a bit of irreverence. In the end, nonetheless, he draws the conclusion, “I now believe that whether or not there’s a God, there is such a thing as sacredness.”(2)
Many, including Jacobs, point out the irony of his experiment—namely, deciding to follow the Bible literally is hardly the same thing as deciding to follow God. Yet the popular approach to theological inquiry is not much different and is often equally suited to our own interests, the difference perhaps being that we rarely point out our own incongruous thinking. Truth is comfortably understood in terms of preference, and God is readily comprehended as one who must prepare a defense for our own thunderous line of questioning, even as we question this God’s very existence. Somehow we have arrived at a state of mind where we can live in anger with God for existing, where we can each choose our own brand of reasoning and be frustrated with life for being unreasonable—and see none of the contradictions in our words. Or else we simply choose to overlook them—along with the desperate love of the one crouched at our feet.
The prophet Malachi screamed of crisis during a time when people were asleep to their own incongruous thoughts. Malachi’s message came at the end of a thousand year period of God’s revelation to the people of Israel. The next voice to be heard centuries later was that of John the Baptist preparing the way for the Messiah. Yet historically, the people of Malachi’s day were standing in a period of almost eerie stillness. There was no looming threat to be addressed, no extraordinary prospering to be consumed by, no real reason to be moved by much of anything. Whether for lack of excitement or for excess of ease, the hearts of the people had grown cold and weary. Their worship was tired. Their complaints had no end. It was Malachi who pointedly voiced the irrationality of their half-hearted approach to God, the sheer irony of finding the almighty God wearisome.
Through Malachi, we hear a series of distinctive questions and answers in a dialogical fashion, and we get an eye-opening glimpse of the often-cynical, often-illogical cries of humanity in light of the cries of a Father’s heart in response to his children.
The opening lines of the closing book read powerfully, “I have loved you, says the Lord. Yet you say, ‘In what way have you loved us?’… A son honors his father, and a servant his master. But if I am a father, where is the honor due me? If I am a master, where is the respect due me?”(3) The inquiry is both direct and personal, referencing a great story of pursuit and belonging, embrace and subtle or not-so-subtle rejection. If I am Father, why am I the one being questioned? While you have grown cold and weary, I have loved you. Yet you ask, “In what way?”
In these words, in the midst of whatever inconsistency we may or may not see in ourselves, I believe a loving Father still beckons. This declaration of love, which could easily be spoken in anger, voiced as one taking back the words and years of care, is not spoken in terms of retreat. On the contrary, spoken in perfect tense, the phrase “I have loved you” signals past actions, but present implications. The immense history of God’s pursuit and care is indeed called to mind, but the sentiment remains unscathed, present and active. It is as if God is saying through a crippling lament that remembers every costly act on our behalf, and yet still hopes to assure: You don’t know what you’re saying or doing. I have loved you. I have loved you. I have loved you.
Similar words would be spoken even closer centuries later as God stood among humanity as one of us. “And when they came to the place called the Skull, there they crucified him, along with the criminals—one on his right, the other on his left. But Jesus said, ‘Father, forgive them, for they do not know what they are doing.'”(4)
What if God is dissatisfied by empty worship, not out of greed or arrogance or self-preoccupation, but because God’s love is so far from empty itself? What if God is grieved by barren, distant images of abstract religion, not out of legalism or fastidiousness, but because God lives so much nearer than we know? What if God laments our self-consumed inquiries as to divine love and character simply because the statement is far truer than we have imagined: “‘I have loved you,’ says the Lord.”
How do we respond to this love? For one, there is really no need for loopholes. And if we will remember the immense demonstration of this love in history, there is also no reason to ask “in what way?”
Jill Carattini is managing editor at Ravi Zacharias International Ministries in Atlanta, Georgia.